diff --git a/README.md b/README.md index eb252d0378fb33f028f3e4ee19166f873f1c0ccb..b271aa4bc1d399e2a860bef2b476478c093c35fc 100644 --- a/README.md +++ b/README.md @@ -1,5 +1,5 @@ --- -title: Just Poc Ms +title: Just Poc Ramayan emoji: 🏢 colorFrom: red colorTo: red diff --git a/main.py b/main.py index 54b1ab214d7334e250db25fce22c3284af240746..bdb3636cec86eaeee6854e51db77af1d9238a9e4 100644 --- a/main.py +++ b/main.py @@ -1,5 +1,22 @@ +import os +substring = "Canto " def main(): - print("Hello from just-poc-ms!") + page = [] + page_no = 0 + with open("ramayan.txt", "r", encoding="utf8") as f: + output = f.readlines() + for line in output: + sentence = line.strip() + if substring in sentence: + print(sentence, "\n") + with open(f"msci/ramayan_cleaned_{page_no}.txt", "w", encoding="utf8") as f: + f.write(f"{sentence}\n\n") + f.write("\n".join(page)) + page_no += 1 + page = [] + else: + page.append(sentence) + if __name__ == "__main__": diff --git a/msci/1.txt b/msci/1.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 48f8c62e0bf87cd766910f761e4936c9e7942bfc..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/1.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI World IMI Index -The MSCI World Investable Market Index (IMI) captures large, mid and small cap representation across Developed Markets countries. The index is comprehensive, covering approximately 99% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in each country. diff --git a/msci/10.txt b/msci/10.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 1516c2326e9f4d117d522b6899c8178b449c92a7..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/10.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI China Index -The MSCI China Index captures large and mid cap representation across China A shares, H shares, B shares, Red chips, P chips and foreign listings (e.g. ADRs). The index covers about 85% of this China equity universe. Currently, the index includes Large Cap A and Mid Cap A shares represented at 20% of their free float adjusted market capitalization. diff --git a/msci/11.txt b/msci/11.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 291a804ab1f19d6a691e06fc5c57c8fe83a7a671..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/11.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI USA IMI Index -The MSCI USA Investable Market Index (IMI) is designed to measure the performance of the large, mid and small cap segments of the US market. The index covers approximately 99% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in the US. diff --git a/msci/12.txt b/msci/12.txt deleted file mode 100644 index ce6482481ce203db13d0550eb2de465cdaa4aa7a..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/12.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI China IMI Index -The MSCI China Investable Market Index (IMI) captures large, mid and small cap representation of approximately 99% of the investable equity universe for China's mainland market. The index includes A, H, B, Red chip and P chip share classes. diff --git a/msci/13.txt b/msci/13.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 65ac035e30da3a4d5018f6c18d91ed087f732bc5..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/13.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Pakistan Index -The MSCI Pakistan Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Pakistan market. The index covers approximately 85% of the Pakistan equity universe. diff --git a/msci/14.txt b/msci/14.txt deleted file mode 100644 index e055ed6ec71ade682ee33f208d2713cef2e2822f..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/14.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Sweden Index -The MSCI Sweden Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Swedish market. The index covers about 85% of the equity universe in Sweden. diff --git a/msci/15.txt b/msci/15.txt deleted file mode 100644 index d30876f21009031fa8ba2f7fcd5f6efc5625bb22..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/15.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Hong Kong Index -The MSCI Hong Kong Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Hong Kong market. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization of the Hong Kong equity universe. diff --git a/msci/16.txt b/msci/16.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 27ccc583f0df520d53e65e74abbd1aff59ec2636..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/16.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Philippines Index -The MSCI Philippines Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Philippines market. The index covers about 85% of the Philippines equity universe. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/17.txt b/msci/17.txt deleted file mode 100644 index a2c0762b2ac46ac95bda03a3618579c3d434da06..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/17.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Switzerland Index -The MSCI Switzerland Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Swiss market. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in Switzerland. diff --git a/msci/18.txt b/msci/18.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 4ef52cdc69adf8670b1d58ffd3f45da290d7556c..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/18.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Saudi Arabia Index -The MSCI Saudi Arabia Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid-cap segments of the Saudi Arabia market. The index incorporates foreign ownership limit restrictions. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in Saudi Arabia. diff --git a/msci/19.txt b/msci/19.txt deleted file mode 100644 index dec81755fa35f9485a0154a120cf004be44977cd..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/19.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Hungary Index -The MSCI Hungary Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Hungarian market. The index covers approximately 85% of the Hungarian equity universe \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/2.txt b/msci/2.txt deleted file mode 100644 index a7a8a9a74800d07d637b5ed1b8f4a2564a5e0b23..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/2.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI ACWI IMI Index -The MSCI ACWI Investable Market Index (IMI) captures large, mid and small cap representation across Developed Markets (DM) and Emerging Markets (EM) countries. The index is comprehensive, covering approximately 99% of the global equity investment opportunity set. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/20.txt b/msci/20.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 7d0b2875e1365be76884d6a30edd4a41af696501..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/20.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Panama Index -The MSCI Panama Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the Belgium equity market. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in Belgium. diff --git a/msci/3.txt b/msci/3.txt deleted file mode 100644 index efdfd335869f161d4c430ec97f04f89029aba991..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/3.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI EM (Emerging Markets) IMI Index -The MSCI Emerging Markets Investable Market Index (IMI) captures large, mid and small cap representation across Emerging Markets countries. The index covers approximately 99% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in each country. diff --git a/msci/4.txt b/msci/4.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 52e111bfe4c74019a17f3c1682df42f1587211f3..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/4.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI EM (Emerging Markets) Index -The MSCI Emerging Markets Index captures large and mid cap representation across Emerging Markets countries. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in each country. diff --git a/msci/5.txt b/msci/5.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 962e765b9f7947cf1fabb1709608c1674f711fc4..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/5.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3 +0,0 @@ -MSCI World Index -The MSCI World Index captures large and mid cap representation across Developed Markets countries. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in each country. -Get in touch diff --git a/msci/6.txt b/msci/6.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 7b0c9dc1363f326295d10bb223ec185642ca0433..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/6.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI ACWI Index -The MSCI ACWI captures large and mid cap representation across Developed Markets (DM) and Emerging Markets (EM) countries. The index covers approximately 85% of the global investable equity opportunity set. diff --git a/msci/7x.txt b/msci/7x.txt deleted file mode 100644 index e745a7dcf0b6e9024e7a7d0945d79572302d1863..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/7x.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI EAFE Index -The MSCI EAFE Index is an equity index which captures large and mid cap representation across Developed Markets countries around the world, excluding the US and Canada. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in each country. diff --git a/msci/8.txt b/msci/8.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 06e6f1c9cadf69b2758a191287c9419661f24d58..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/8.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI Europe Index -The MSCI Europe Index captures large and mid cap representation across Developed Markets (DM) countries in Europe. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization across the European Developed Markets equity universe. diff --git a/msci/9.txt b/msci/9.txt deleted file mode 100644 index d9e2cd1109b27ef232642635d66ce8e293e90c17..0000000000000000000000000000000000000000 --- a/msci/9.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2 +0,0 @@ -MSCI USA Index -The MSCI USA Index is designed to measure the performance of the large and mid cap segments of the US market. The index covers approximately 85% of the free float-adjusted market capitalization in the US. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_1.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_1.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2883e0768fd8fae6af73041d25e7826835d5f7bd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,363 @@ +Canto II. Brahma's Visit + +OM.8 +To sainted Narad, prince of those +Whose lore in words of wisdom flows. +Whose constant care and chief delight +Were Scripture and ascetic rite, +The good Valmíki, first and best +[pg 002] +Of hermit saints, these words addressed:9 +“In all this world, I pray thee, who +Is virtuous, heroic, true? +Firm in his vows, of grateful mind, +To every creature good and kind? +Bounteous, and holy, just, and wise, +Alone most fair to all men's eyes? +Devoid of envy, firm, and sage, +Whose tranquil soul ne'er yields to rage? +Whom, when his warrior wrath is high, +Do Gods embattled fear and fly? +Whose noble might and gentle skill +The triple world can guard from ill? +Who is the best of princes, he +Who loves his people's good to see? +The store of bliss, the living mine +Where brightest joys and virtues shine? +Queen Fortune's10 best and dearest friend, +Whose steps her choicest gifts attend? +Who may with Sun and Moon compare, +With Indra,11 Vishnu,12 Fire, and Air? +Grant, Saint divine,13 the boon I ask, +For thee, I ween, an easy task, +To whom the power is given to know +If such a man breathe here below.” +Then Narad, clear before whose eye +The present, past, and future lie,14 +Made ready answer: “Hermit, where +Are graces found so high and rare? +Yet listen, and my tongue shall tell +In whom alone these virtues dwell. +From old Ikshvaku's15 line he came, +Known to the world by Rama's name: +With soul subdued, a chief of might, +In Scripture versed, in glory bright, +His steps in virtue's paths are bent, +Obedient, pure, and eloquent. +In each emprise he wins success, +And dying foes his power confess. +Tall and broad-shouldered, strong of limb, +Fortune has set her mark on him. +Graced with a conch-shell's triple line, +His throat displays the auspicious sign.16 +[pg 003] +High destiny is clear impressed +On massive jaw and ample chest, +His mighty shafts he truly aims, +And foemen in the battle tames. +Deep in the muscle, scarcely shown, +Embedded lies his collar-bone. +His lordly steps are firm and free, +His strong arms reach below his knee;17 +All fairest graces join to deck +His head, his brow, his stately neck, +And limbs in fair proportion set: +The manliest form e'er fashioned yet. +Graced with each high imperial mark, +His skin is soft and lustrous dark. +Large are his eyes that sweetly shine +With majesty almost divine. +His plighted word he ne'er forgets; +On erring sense a watch he sets. +By nature wise, his teacher's skill +Has trained him to subdue his will. +Good, resolute and pure, and strong, +He guards mankind from scathe and wrong, +And lends his aid, and ne'er in vain, +The cause of justice to maintain. +Well has he studied o'er and o'er +The Vedas18and their kindred lore. +Well skilled is he the bow to draw,19 +Well trained in arts and versed in law; +High-souled and meet for happy fate, +Most tender and compassionate; +The noblest of all lordly givers, +Whom good men follow, as the rivers +Follow the King of Floods, the sea: +So liberal, so just is he. +The joy of Queen Kauśalya's20heart, +In every virtue he has part: +Firm as Himalaya's21 snowy steep, +Unfathomed like the mighty deep: +The peer of Vishnu's power and might, +And lovely as the Lord of Night;22 +Patient as Earth, but, roused to ire, +Fierce as the world-destroying fire; +In bounty like the Lord of Gold,23 +And Justice self in human mould. +With him, his best and eldest son, +By all his princely virtues won +King Daśaratha24 willed to share +His kingdom as the Regent Heir. +But when Kaikeyí, youngest queen, +With eyes of envious hate had seen +The solemn pomp and regal state +Prepared the prince to consecrate, +She bade the hapless king bestow +Two gifts he promised long ago, +That Rama to the woods should flee, +And that her child the heir should be. +By chains of duty firmly tied, +The wretched king perforce complied. +[pg 004] +Rama, to please Kaikeyí went +Obedient forth to banishment. +Then Lakshman's truth was nobly shown, +Then were his love and courage known, +When for his brother's sake he dared +All perils, and his exile shared. +And Síta, Rama's darling wife, +Loved even as he loved his life, +Whom happy marks combined to bless, +A miracle of loveliness, +Of Janak's royal lineage sprung, +Most excellent of women, clung +To her dear lord, like Rohiní +Rejoicing with the Moon to be.25 +The King and people, sad of mood, +The hero's car awhile pursued. +But when Prince Rama lighted down +At Śringavera's pleasant town, +Where Ganga's holy waters flow, +He bade his driver turn and go. +Guha, Nishadas' king, he met, +And on the farther bank was set. +Then on from wood to wood they strayed, +O'er many a stream, through constant shade, +As Bharadvaja bade them, till +They came to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +And Rama there, with Lakshman's aid, +A pleasant little cottage made, +And spent his days with Síta, dressed +In coat of bark and deerskin vest.26 +And Chitrakúṭa grew to be +As bright with those illustrious three +As Meru's27 sacred peaks that shine +With glory, when the Gods recline +Beneath them: Śiva's28 self between +The Lord of Gold and Beauty's Queen. +The aged king for Rama pined, +And for the skies the earth resigned. +Bharat, his son, refused to reign, +Though urged by all the twice-born29 train. +Forth to the woods he fared to meet +His brother, fell before his feet, +And cried, “Thy claim all men allow: +O come, our lord and king be thou.” +But Rama nobly chose to be +Observant of his sire's decree. +He placed his sandals30 in his hand +A pledge that he would rule the land: +And bade his brother turn again. +Then Bharat, finding prayer was vain, +The sandals took and went away; +Nor in Ayodhya would he stay. +But turned to Nandigrama, where +He ruled the realm with watchful care, +Still longing eagerly to learn +Tidings of Rama's safe return. +Then lest the people should repeat +Their visit to his calm retreat, +Away from Chitrakúṭa's hill +Fared Rama ever onward till +[pg 005] +Beneath the shady trees he stood +Of Danḍaka's primeval wood, +Viradha, giant fiend, he slew, +And then Agastya's friendship knew. +Counselled by him he gained the sword +And bow of Indra, heavenly lord: +A pair of quivers too, that bore +Of arrows an exhaustless store. +While there he dwelt in greenwood shade +The trembling hermits sought his aid, +And bade him with his sword and bow +Destroy the fiends who worked them woe: +To come like Indra strong and brave, +A guardian God to help and save. +And Rama's falchion left its trace +Deep cut on Śúrpanakha's face: +A hideous giantess who came +Burning for him with lawless flame. +Their sister's cries the giants heard. +And vengeance in each bosom stirred: +The monster of the triple head. +And Dúshan to the contest sped. +But they and myriad fiends beside +Beneath the might of Rama died. +When Ravan, dreaded warrior, knew +The slaughter of his giant crew: +Ravan, the king, whose name of fear +Earth, hell, and heaven all shook to hear: +He bade the fiend Marícha aid +The vengeful plot his fury laid. +In vain the wise Marícha tried +To turn him from his course aside: +Not Ravan's self, he said, might hope +With Rama and his strength to cope. +Impelled by fate and blind with rage +He came to Rama's hermitage. +There, by Marícha's magic art, +He wiled the princely youths apart, +The vulture31 slew, and bore away +The wife of Rama as his prey. +The son of Raghu32 came and found +Jaṭayu slain upon the ground. +He rushed within his leafy cot; +He sought his wife, but found her not. +Then, then the hero's senses failed; +In mad despair he wept and wailed. +Upon the pile that bird he laid, +And still in quest of Síta strayed. +A hideous giant then he saw, +Kabandha named, a shape of awe. +The monstrous fiend he smote and slew, +And in the flame the body threw; +When straight from out the funeral flame +In lovely form Kabandha came, +And bade him seek in his distress +A wise and holy hermitess. +By counsel of this saintly dame +To Pampa's pleasant flood he came, +And there the steadfast friendship won +Of Hanuman the Wind-God's son. +Counselled by him he told his grief +To great Sugríva, Vanar chief, +Who, knowing all the tale, before +The sacred flame alliance swore. +Sugríva to his new-found friend +Told his own story to the end: +His hate of Bali for the wrong +And insult he had borne so long. +And Rama lent a willing ear +And promised to allay his fear. +Sugríva warned him of the might +Of Bali, matchless in the fight, +And, credence for his tale to gain, +Showed the huge fiend33 by Bali slain. +The prostrate corse of mountain size +Seemed nothing in the hero's eyes; +He lightly kicked it, as it lay, +And cast it twenty leagues34 away. +To prove his might his arrows through +Seven palms in line, uninjured, flew. +He cleft a mighty hill apart, +And down to hell he hurled his dart. +Then high Sugríva's spirit rose, +Assured of conquest o'er his foes. +With his new champion by his side +To vast Kishkindha's cave he hied. +Then, summoned by his awful shout, +King Bali came in fury out, +First comforted his trembling wife, +Then sought Sugríva in the strife. +One shaft from Rama's deadly bow +The monarch in the dust laid low. +Then Rama bade Sugríva reign +In place of royal Bali slain. +Then speedy envoys hurried forth +Eastward and westward, south and north, +Commanded by the grateful king +Tidings of Rama's spouse to bring. +Then by Sampati's counsel led, +Brave Hanuman, who mocked at dread, +Sprang at one wild tremendous leap +Two hundred leagues across the deep. +To Lanka's35 town he urged his way, +Where Ravan held his royal sway. +[pg 006] +There pensive 'neath Aśoka36 boughs +He found poor Síta, Rama's spouse. +He gave the hapless girl a ring, +A token from her lord and king. +A pledge from her fair hand he bore; +Then battered down the garden door. +Five captains of the host he slew, +Seven sons of councillors o'erthrew; +Crushed youthful Aksha on the field, +Then to his captors chose to yield. +Soon from their bonds his limbs were free, +But honouring the high decree +Which Brahma37 had pronounced of yore, +He calmly all their insults bore. +The town he burnt with hostile flame, +And spoke again with Rama's dame, +Then swiftly back to Rama flew +With tidings of the interview. +Then with Sugríva for his guide, +Came Rama to the ocean side. +He smote the sea with shafts as bright +As sunbeams in their summer height, +And quick appeared the Rivers' King38 +Obedient to the summoning. +A bridge was thrown by Nala o'er +The narrow sea from shore to shore.39 +They crossed to Lanka's golden town, +Where Rama's hand smote Ravan down. +Vibhishan there was left to reign +Over his brother's wide domain. +To meet her husband Síta came; +But Rama, stung with ire and shame, +With bitter words his wife addressed +Before the crowd that round her pressed. +But Síta, touched with noble ire, +Gave her fair body to the fire. +Then straight the God of Wind appeared, +And words from heaven her honour cleared. +And Rama clasped his wife again, +Uninjured, pure from spot and stain, +Obedient to the Lord of Fire +And the high mandate of his sire. +Led by the Lord who rules the sky, +The Gods and heavenly saints drew nigh, +And honoured him with worthy meed, +Rejoicing in each glorious deed. +His task achieved, his foe removed, +He triumphed, by the Gods approved. +By grace of Heaven he raised to life +The chieftains slain in mortal strife; +Then in the magic chariot through +The clouds to Nandigrama flew. +Met by his faithful brothers there, +He loosed his votive coil of hair: +Thence fair Ayodhya's town he gained, +And o'er his father's kingdom reigned. +Disease or famine ne'er oppressed +His happy people, richly blest +With all the joys of ample wealth, +Of sweet content and perfect health. +No widow mourned her well-loved mate, +No sire his son's untimely fate. +They feared not storm or robber's hand; +No fire or flood laid waste the land: +The Golden Age40 had come again +To bless the days of Rama's reign. +From him, the great and glorious king, +Shall many a princely scion spring. +And he shall rule, beloved by men, +Ten thousand years and hundreds ten,41 +And when his life on earth is past +To Brahma's world shall go at last.” +Whoe'er this noble poem reads +That tells the tale of Rama's deeds, +Good as the Scriptures, he shall be +From every sin and blemish free. +Whoever reads the saving strain, +With all his kin the heavens shall gain. +Brahmans who read shall gather hence +The highest praise for eloquence. +The warrior, o'er the land shall reign, +The merchant, luck in trade obtain; +And Śúdras listening42 ne'er shall fail +To reap advantage from the tale.43 +[pg 007] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_10.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_10.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..09fb4a3ae3abe0ce2783f1bf9f142d34f46b05ed --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_10.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto XI. The Sacrifice Decreed. + +“Again, O best of kings, give ear: +My saving words attentive hear, +And listen to the tale of old +By that illustrious Brahman told. +“Of famed Ikshvaku's line shall spring +('Twas thus he spoke) a pious king, +Named Daśaratha, good and great, +True to his word and fortunate. +He with the Angas' mighty lord +Shall ever live in sweet accord, +And his a daughter fair shall be, +Śanta of happy destiny. +But Lomapad, the Angas' chief, +Still pining in his childless grief, +To Daśaratha thus shall say: +“Give me thy daughter, friend, I pray, +Thy Śanta of the tranquil mind, +The noblest one of womankind.” +The father, swift to feel for woe, +Shall on his friend his child bestow; +And he shall take her and depart +To his own town with joyous heart. +The maiden home in triumph led, +To Rishyaśring the king shall wed. +And he with loving joy and pride +Shall take her for his honoured bride. +And Daśaratha to a rite +That best of Brahmans shall invite +With supplicating prayer, +To celebrate the sacrifice +To win him sons and Paradise,83 +That he will fain prepare. +[pg 019] +From him the lord of men at length +The boon he seeks shall gain, +And see four sons of boundless strength +His royal line maintain.” +“Thus did the godlike saint of old +The will of fate declare, +And all that should befall unfold +Amid the sages there. +O Prince supreme of men, go thou, +Consult thy holy guide, +And win, to aid thee in thy vow, +This Brahman to thy side.” +Sumantra's counsel, wise and good, +King Daśaratha heard, +Then by Vaśishṭha's side he stood +And thus with him conferred: +“Sumantra counsels thus: do thou +My priestly guide, the plan allow.” +Vaśishṭha gave his glad consent, +And forth the happy monarch went +With lords and servants on the road +That led to Rishyaśring's abode. +Forests and rivers duly past, +He reached the distant town at last +Of Lomapad the Angas' king, +And entered it with welcoming. +On through the crowded streets he came, +And, radiant as the kindled flame, +He saw within the monarch's house +The hermit's son most glorious. +There Lomapad, with joyful breast, +To him all honour paid, +For friendship for his royal guest +His faithful bosom swayed. +Thus entertained with utmost care +Seven days, or eight, he tarried there, +And then that best of men thus broke +His purpose to the king, and spoke: +“O King of men, mine ancient friend, +(Thus Daśaratha prayed) +Thy Śanta with her husband send +My sacrifice to aid.” +Said he who ruled the Angas, Yea, +And his consent was won: +And then at once he turned away +To warn the hermit's son. +He told him of their ties beyond +Their old affection's faithful bond: +“This king,” he said, “from days of old +A well beloved friend I hold. +To me this pearl of dames he gave +From childless woe mine age to save, +The daughter whom he loved so much, +Moved by compassion's gentle touch. +In him thy Śantas father see: +As I am even so is he. +For sons the childless monarch yearns: +To thee alone for help he turns. +Go thou, the sacred rite ordain +To win the sons he prays to gain: +Go, with thy wife thy succour lend, +And give his vows a blissful end.” +The hermit's son with quick accord +Obeyed the Angas' mighty lord, +And with fair Śanta at his side +To Daśaratha's city hied. +Each king, with suppliant hands upheld, +Gazed on the other's face: +And then by mutual love impelled +Met in a close embrace. +Then Daśaratha's thoughtful care, +Before he parted thence, +Bade trusty servants homeward bear +The glad intelligence: +“Let all the town be bright and gay +With burning incense sweet; +Let banners wave, and water lay +The dust in every street.” +Glad were the citizens to learn +The tidings of their lord's return, +And through the city every man +Obediently his task began. +And fair and bright Ayodhya showed, +As following his guest he rode +Through the full streets where shell and drum +Proclaimed aloud the king was come. +And all the people with delight +Kept gazing on their king, +Attended by that youth so bright, +The glorious Rishyaśring. +When to his home the king had brought +The hermit's saintly son, +He deemed that all his task was wrought, +And all he prayed for won. +And lords who saw that stranger dame +So beautiful to view, +Rejoiced within their hearts, and came +And paid her honour too. +There Rishyaśring passed blissful days, +Graced like the king with love and praise +And shone in glorious light with her, +Sweet Śanta, for his minister, +As Brahma's son Vaśishṭha, he +Who wedded Saint Arundhatí.84 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_100.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_100.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a0abe8334e774f8d6c87d67e3782ad30ac3e8ec0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_100.txt @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +Canto XXVI. Alone With Síta. + +Her grief and woe she cast aside, +Her lips with water purified, +And thus her benison began +That mother of the noblest man: +“If thou wilt hear no words of mine, +Go forth, thou pride of Raghu's line. +Go, darling, and return with speed, +Walking where noble spirits lead. +May virtue on thy steps attend, +And be her faithful lover's friend. +May Those to whom thy vows are paid +In temple and in holy shade, +With all the mighty saints combine +To keep that precious life of thine. +The arms wise Viśvamitra292 gave +Thy virtuous soul from danger save. +Long be thy life: thy sure defence +Shall be thy truthful innocence, +And that obedience, naught can tire, +To me thy mother and thy sire. +May fanes where holy fires are fed, +Altars with grass and fuel spread, +Each sacrificial ground, each tree, +Rock, lake, and mountain, prosper thee. +Let old Viraj,293 and Him who made +The universe, combine to aid; +Let Indra and each guardian Lord +Who keeps the worlds, their help afford, +And be thy constant friend the Sun, +Lord Púsha, Bhaga, Aryuman.294 +Fortnights and seasons, nights and days, +Years, months, and hours, protect thy ways, +Vrihaspati shall still be nigh, +The War-God, and the Moon on high, +And Narad295 and the sainted seven296 +Shall watch thee from their starry heaven. +The mountains, and the seas which ring +The world, and Varuna the King, +Sky, ether, and the wind, whate'er +Moves not or moves, for thee shall care. +Each lunar mansion be benign, +With happier light the planets shine; +All gods, each light in heaven that glows, +Protect my child where'er he goes. +The twilight hours, the day and night, +Keep in the wood thy steps aright. +Watch, minute, instant, as they flee, +Shall all bring happiness to thee. +Celestials and the Titan brood +Protect thee in thy solitude, +And haunt the mighty wood to bless +The wanderer in his hermit dress. +Fear not, by mightier guardians screened, +The giant or night-roving fiend; +Nor let the cruel race who tear +Man's flesh for food thy bosom scare. +Far be the ape, the scorpion's sting, +Fly, gnat, and worm, and creeping thing. +Thee shall the hungry lion spare, +The tiger, elephant, and bear: +Safe, from their furious might repose, +Safe from the horned buffaloes. +Each savage thing the forests breed, +That love on human flesh to feed, +Shall for my child its rage abate, +When thus its wrath I deprecate. +Blest be thy ways: may sweet success +The valour of my darling bless. +To all that Fortune can bestow, +Go forth, my child, my Rama, go. +Go forth, O happy in the love +Of all the Gods below, above; +And in those guardian powers confide +Thy paths who keep, thy steps who guide. +May Śukra,297 Yama, Sun, and Moon, +And He who gives each golden boon,298 +Won by mine earnest prayers, be good +To thee, my son, in Danḍak wood. +Fire, wind, and smoke, each text and spell +From mouths of holy seers that fell, +Guard Rama when his limbs he dips, +Or with the stream makes pure his lips! +May the great saints and He, the Lord +Who made the worlds, by worlds adored, +And every God in heaven beside +My banished Rama keep and guide.” +Thus with due praise the long-eyed dame, +Ennobled by her spotless fame, +With wreaths of flowers and precious scent +Worshipped the Gods, most reverent. +A high-souled Brahman lit the fire, +And offered, at the queen's desire, +The holy oil ordained to burn +For Rama's weal and safe return. +Kauśalya best of dames, with care +Set oil, wreaths, fuel, mustard, there. +Then when the rites of fire had ceased, +For Rama's bliss and health, the priest, +Standing without gave what remained +In general offering,299 as ordained. +[pg 125] +Dealing among the twice-horn train +Honey, and curds, and oil, and grain, +He bade each heart and voice unite +To bless the youthful anchorite. +Then Rama's mother, glorious dame +Bestowed, to meet the Brahman's claim, +A lordly fee for duty done: +And thus again addressed her son: +“Such blessings as the Gods o'erjoyed +Poured forth, when Vritra300 was destroyed, +On Indra of the thousand eyes, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Yea, such as Vinata once gave +To King Suparna301 swift and brave, +Who sought the drink that cheers the skies, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Yea, such as, when the Amrit rose,302 +And Indra slew his Daitya foes, +The royal Aditi bestowed +On Him whose hand with slaughter glowed +Of that dire brood of monstrous size, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +E'en such as peerless Vishnu graced, +When with his triple step he paced, +Outbursting from the dwarf's disguise,303 +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Floods, isles, and seasons as they fly, +Worlds, Vedas, quarters of the sky, +Combine, O mighty-armed, to bless +Thee destined heir of happiness!” +The long-eyed lady ceased: she shed +Pure scent and grain upon his head. +And that prized herb whose sovereign power +Preserves from dark misfortune's hour, +Upon the hero's arm she set, +To be his faithful amulet. +While holy texts she murmured low, +And spoke glad words though crushed by woe, +Concealing with obedient tongue +The pangs with which her heart was wrung. +She bent, she kissed his brow, she pressed +Her darling to her troubled breast: +“Firm in thy purpose, go,” she cried, +“Go Rama, and may bliss betide. +Attain returning safe and well, +Triumphant in Ayodhya, dwell. +Then shall my happy eyes behold +The empire by thy will controlled. +Then grief and care shall leave no trace, +Joy shall light up thy mother's face, +And I shall see my darling reign, +In moonlike glory come again. +These eyes shall fondly gaze on thee +So faithful to thy sire's decree, +When thou the forest wild shalt quit +On thine ancestral throne to sit. +Yea, thou shalt turn from exile back, +Nor choicest blessings ever lack, +Then fill with rapture ever new +My bosom and thy consort's too. +To Śiva and the heavenly host +My worship has been paid, +To mighty saint, to godlike ghost, +To every wandering shade. +Forth to the forest thou wilt hie, +Therein to dwell so long: +Let all the quarters of the sky +Protect my child from wrong.” +Her blessings thus the queen bestowed; +Then round him fondly paced, +And often, while her eyes o'erflowed, +Her dearest son embraced. +Kauśalya's honoured feet he pressed, +As round her steps she bent, +And radiant with her prayers that blessed, +To Síta's home he went. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_101.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_101.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a006657c976fcc9007683a6d029679311a264c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_101.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ +Canto XXVII. Síta's Speech. + +So Rama, to his purpose true, +To Queen Kauśalya bade adieu, +Received the benison she gave, +And to the path of duty clave. +As through the crowded street he passed, +A radiance on the way he cast, +And each fair grace, by all approved, +The bosoms of the people moved. +Now of the woeful change no word +The fair Videhan bride had heard; +The thought of that imperial rite +Still filled her bosom with delight. +With grateful heart and joyful thought +The Gods in worship she had sought, +And, well in royal duties learned, +Sat longing till her lord returned, +Not all unmarked by grief and shame +Within his sumptuous home he came, +And hurried through the happy crowd +With eye dejected, gloomy-browed. +Up Síta sprang, and every limb +Trembled with fear at sight of him. +She marked that cheek where anguish fed, +Those senses care-disquieted. +For, when he looked on her, no more +Could his heart hide the load it bore, +Nor could the pious chief control +The paleness o'er his cheek that stole. +His altered cheer, his brow bedewed +With clammy drops, his grief she viewed, +And cried, consumed with fires of woe, +“What, O my lord, has changed thee so? +[pg 126] +Vrihaspati looks down benign, +And the moon rests in Pushya's sign, +As Brahmans sage this day declare: +Then whence, my lord, this grief and care? +Why does no canopy, like foam +For its white beauty, shade thee home, +Its hundred ribs spread wide to throw +Splendour on thy fair head below? +Where are the royal fans, to grace +The lotus beauty of thy face, +Fair as the moon or wild-swan's wing, +And waving round the new-made king? +Why do no sweet-toned bards rejoice +To hail thee with triumphant voice? +No tuneful heralds love to raise +Loud music in their monarch's praise? +Why do no Brahmans, Scripture-read, +Pour curds and honey on thy head, +Anointed, as the laws ordain, +With holy rites, supreme to reign? +Where are the chiefs of every guild? +Where are the myriads should have filled +The streets, and followed home their king +With merry noise and triumphing? +Why does no gold-wrought chariot lead +With four brave horses, best for speed? +No elephant precede the crowd +Like a huge hill or thunder cloud, +Marked from his birth for happy fate, +Whom signs auspicious decorate? +Why does no henchman, young and fair, +Precede thee, and delight to bear +Entrusted to his reverent hold +The burthen of thy throne of gold? +Why, if the consecrating rite +Be ready, why this mournful plight? +Why do I see this sudden change, +This altered mien so sad and strange?” +To her, as thus she weeping cried, +Raghu's illustrious son replied: +“Síta, my honoured sire's decree +Commands me to the woods to flee. +O high-born lady, nobly bred +In the good paths thy footsteps tread, +Hear, Janak's daughter, while I tell +The story as it all befell. +Of old my father true and brave +Two boons to Queen Kaikeyí gave. +Through these the preparations made +For me to-day by her are stayed, +For he is bound to disallow +This promise by that earlier vow. +In Danḍak forest wild and vast +Must fourteen years by me be passed. +My father's will makes Bharat heir, +The kingdom and the throne to share. +Now, ere the lonely wild I seek, +I come once more with thee to speak. +In Bharat's presence, O my dame, +Ne'er speak with pride of Rama's name: +Another's eulogy to hear +Is hateful to a monarch's ear. +Thou must with love his rule obey +To whom my father yields the sway. +With love and sweet observance learn +His grace, and more the king's, to earn. +Now, that my father may not break +The words of promise that he spake, +To the drear wood my steps are bent: +Be firm, good Síta, and content. +Through all that time, my blameless spouse, +Keep well thy fasts and holy vows. +Rise from thy bed at break of day, +And to the Gods due worship pay. +With meek and lowly love revere +The lord of men, my father dear, +And reverence to Kauśalya show, +My mother, worn with eld and woe: +By duty's law, O best of dames, +High worship from thy love she claims, +Nor to the other queens refuse +Observance, rendering each her dues: +By love and fond attention shown +They are my mothers like mine own. +Let Bharat and Śatrughna bear +In thy sweet love a special share: +Dear as my life, O let them be +Like brother and like son to thee. +In every word and deed refrain +From aught that Bharat's soul may pain: +He is Ayodhya's king and mine, +The head and lord of all our line. +For those who serve and love them much +With weariless endeavour, touch +And win the gracious hearts of kings. +While wrath from disobedience springs. +Great monarchs from their presence send +Their lawful sons who still offend, +And welcome to the vacant place +Good children of an alien race. +Then, best of women, rest thou here, +And Bharat's will with love revere. +Obedient to thy king remain, +And still thy vows of truth maintain. +To the wide wood my steps I bend: +Make thou thy dwelling here; +See that thy conduct ne'er offend, +And keep my words, my dear.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_102.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_102.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9134360e84716a53ba1d351aeb8fdd7092c1987e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_102.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto XXVIII. The Dangers Of The Wood. + +His sweetly-speaking bride, who best +Deserved her lord, he thus addressed. +Then tender love bade passion wake, +And thus the fair Videhan spake: +“What words are these that thou hast said? +Contempt of me the thought has bred. +O best of heroes, I dismiss +With bitter scorn a speech like this: +[pg 127] +Unworthy of a warrior's fame +It taints a monarch's son with shame, +Ne'er to be heard from those who know +The science of the sword and bow. +My lord, the mother, sire, and son +Receive their lots by merit won; +The brother and the daughter find +The portions to their deeds assigned. +The wife alone, whate'er await, +Must share on earth her husband's fate. +So now the king's command which sends +Thee to the wild, to me extends. +The wife can find no refuge, none, +In father, mother, self, or son: +Both here, and when they vanish hence, +Her husband is her sole defence. +If, Raghu's son, thy steps are led +Where Danḍak's pathless wilds are spread, +My foot before thine own shall pass +Through tangled thorn and matted grass. +Dismiss thine anger and thy doubt: +Like refuse water cast them out, +And lead me, O my hero, hence— +I know not sin—with confidence. +Whate'er his lot, 'tis far more sweet +To follow still a husband's feet +Than in rich palaces to lie, +Or roam at pleasure through the sky. +My mother and my sire have taught +What duty bids, and trained each thought, +Nor have I now mine ear to turn +The duties of a wife to learn. +I'll seek with thee the woodland dell +And pathless wild where no men dwell, +Where tribes of silvan creatures roam, +And many a tiger makes his home. +My life shall pass as pleasant there +As in my father's palace fair. +The worlds shall wake no care in me; +My only care be truth to thee. +There while thy wish I still obey, +True to my vows with thee I'll stray, +And there shall blissful hours be spent +In woods with honey redolent. +In forest shades thy mighty arm +Would keep a stranger's life from harm, +And how shall Síta think of fear +When thou, O glorious lord, art near? +Heir of high bliss, my choice is made, +Nor can I from my will be stayed. +Doubt not; the earth will yield me roots, +These will I eat, and woodland fruits; +And as with thee I wander there +I will not bring thee grief or care. +I long, when thou, wise lord, art nigh, +All fearless, with delighted eye +To gaze upon the rocky hill, +The lake, the fountain, and the rill; +To sport with thee, my limbs to cool, +In some pure lily-covered pool, +While the white swan's and mallard's wings +Are plashing in the water-springs. +So would a thousand seasons flee +Like one sweet day, if spent with thee. +Without my lord I would not prize +A home with Gods above the skies: +Without my lord, my life to bless, +Where could be heaven or happiness? +Forbid me not: with thee I go +The tangled wood to tread. +There will I live with thee, as though +This roof were o'er my head. +My will for thine shall be resigned; +Thy feet my steps shall guide. +Thou, only thou, art in my mind: +I heed not all beside. +Thy heart shall ne'er by me be grieved; +Do not my prayer deny: +Take me, dear lord; of thee bereaved +Thy Síta swears to die.” +These words the duteous lady spake, +Nor would he yet consent +His faithful wife with him to take +To share his banishment. +He soothed her with his gentle speech; +To change her will he strove; +And much he said the woes to teach +Of those in wilds who rove. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_103.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_103.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1cb6846b431c72d70d22b7e3bd83432bf3c10dcf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_103.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XXIX. Síta's Appeal. + +Thus Síta spake, and he who knew +His duty, to its orders true, +Was still reluctant as the woes +Of forest life before him rose. +He sought to soothe her grief, to dry +The torrent from each brimming eye, +And then, her firm resolve to shake, +These words the pious hero spake: +“O daughter of a noble line, +Whose steps from virtue ne'er decline, +Remain, thy duties here pursue, +As my fond heart would have thee do. +Now hear me, Síta, fair and weak, +And do the words that I shall speak. +Attend and hear while I explain +Each danger in the wood, each pain. +Thy lips have spoken: I condemn +The foolish words that fell from them. +This senseless plan, this wish of thine +To live a forest life, resign. +The names of trouble and distress +Suit well the tangled wilderness. +In the wild wood no joy I know, +A forest life is nought but woe. +The lion in his mountain cave +Answers the torrents as they rave, +And forth his voice of terror throws: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +[pg 128] +There mighty monsters fearless play, +And in their maddened onset slay +The hapless wretch who near them goes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +'Tis hard to ford each treacherous flood, +So thick with crocodiles and mud, +Where the wild elephants repose: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Or far from streams the wanderer strays +Through thorns and creeper-tangled ways, +While round him many a wild-cock crows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +On the cold ground upon a heap +Of gathered leaves condemned to sleep, +Toil-wearied, will his eyelids close: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Long days and nights must he content +His soul with scanty aliment, +What fruit the wind from branches blows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +O Síta, while his strength may last, +The ascetic in the wood must fast, +Coil on his head his matted hair, +And bark must be his only wear. +To Gods and spirits day by day +The ordered worship he must pay, +And honour with respectful care +Each wandering guest who meets him there. +The bathing rites he ne'er must shun +At dawn, at noon, at set of sun, +Obedient to the law he knows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +To grace the altar must be brought +The gift of flowers his hands have sought— +The debt each pious hermit owes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +The devotee must be content +To live, severely abstinent, +On what the chance of fortune shows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Hunger afflicts him evermore: +The nights are black, the wild winds roar; +And there are dangers worse than those: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +There creeping things in every form +Infest the earth, the serpents swarm, +And each proud eye with fury glows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +The snakes that by the rives hide +In sinuous course like rivers glide, +And line the path with deadly foes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Scorpions, and grasshoppers, and flies +Disturb the wanderer as he lies, +And wake him from his troubled doze: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Trees, thorny bushes, intertwined, +Their branched ends together bind, +And dense with grass the thicket grows: +The wood, my dear, is full of woes, +With many ills the flesh is tried, +When these and countless fears beside +Vex those who in the wood remain: +The wilds are naught but grief and pain. +Hope, anger must be cast aside, +To penance every thought applied: +No fear must be of things to fear: +Hence is the wood for ever drear. +Enough, my love: thy purpose quit: +For forest life thou art not fit. +As thus I think on all, I see +The wild wood is no place for thee.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_104.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_104.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6c0f81440dd59f3f6264f25b6bdbc76a1b5f8a59 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_104.txt @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +Canto XXX. The Triumph Of Love. + +Thus Rama spake. Her lord's address +The lady heard with deep distress, +And, as the tear bedimmed her eye, +In soft low accents made reply: +“The perils of the wood, and all +The woes thou countest to appal, +Led by my love I deem not pain; +Each woe a charm, each loss a gain. +Tiger, and elephant, and deer, +Bull, lion, buffalo, in fear, +Soon as thy matchless form they see, +With every silvan beast will flee. +With thee, O Rama, I must go: +My sire's command ordains it so. +Bereft of thee, my lonely heart +Must break, and life and I must part. +While thou, O mighty lord, art nigh, +Not even He who rules the sky, +Though He is strongest of the strong, +With all his might can do me wrong. +Nor can a lonely woman left +By her dear husband live bereft. +In my great love, my lord, I ween, +The truth of this thou mayst have seen. +In my sire's palace long ago +I heard the chief of those who know, +The truth-declaring Brahmans, tell +My fortune, in the wood to dwell. +I heard their promise who divine +The future by each mark and sign, +And from that hour have longed to lead +The forest life their lips decreed. +Now, mighty Rama, I must share +Thy father's doom which sends thee there; +In this I will not be denied, +But follow, love, where thou shalt guide. +O husband, I will go with thee, +Obedient to that high decree. +Now let the Brahmans' words be true, +For this the time they had in view. +I know full well the wood has woes; +But they disturb the lives of those +Who in the forest dwell, nor hold +Their rebel senses well controlled. +[pg 129] +In my sire's halls, ere I was wed, +I heard a dame who begged her bread +Before my mother's face relate +What griefs a forest life await. +And many a time in sport I prayed +To seek with thee the greenwood shade, +For O, my heart on this is set, +To follow thee, dear anchoret. +May blessings on thy life attend: +I long with thee my steps to bend, +For with such hero as thou art +This pilgrimage enchants my heart. +Still close, my lord, to thy dear side +My spirit will be purified: +Love from all sin my soul will free: +My husband is a God to me. +So, love, with thee shall I have bliss +And share the life that follows this. +I heard a Brahman, dear to fame, +This ancient Scripture text proclaim: +“The woman whom on earth below +Her parents on a man bestow, +And lawfully their hands unite +With water and each holy rite, +She in this world shall be his wife, +His also in the after life.” +Then tell me, O beloved, why +Thou wilt this earnest prayer deny, +Nor take me with thee to the wood, +Thine own dear wife so true and good. +But if thou wilt not take me there +Thus grieving in my wild despair, +To fire or water I will fly, +Or to the poisoned draught, and die.” +So thus to share his exile, she +Besought him with each earnest plea, +Nor could she yet her lord persuade +To take her to the lonely shade. +The answer of the strong-armed chief +Smote the Videhan's soul with grief, +And from her eyes the torrents came +bathing the bosom of the dame. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_105.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_105.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4b6a6e9d97a2925fd1f933c21d14e30c64993ab6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_105.txt @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ +Canto XXXI. Lakshman's Prayer. + +The daughter of Videha's king, +While Rama strove to soothe the sting +Of her deep anguish, thus began +Once more in furtherance of her plan: +And with her spirit sorely tried +By fear and anger, love and pride, +With keenly taunting words addressed +Her hero of the stately breast: +“Why did the king my sire, who reigns +O'er fair Videha's wide domains, +Hail Rama son with joy unwise, +A woman in a man's disguise? +Now falsely would the people say, +By idle fancies led astray, +That Rama's own are power and might, +As glorious as the Lord of Light. +Why sinkest thou in such dismay? +What fears upon thy spirit weigh, +That thou, O Rama, fain wouldst flee +From her who thinks of naught but thee? +To thy dear will am I resigned +In heart and body, soul and mind, +As Savitrí gave all to one, +Satyavan, Dyumatsena's son.304 +Not e'en in fancy can I brook +To any guard save thee to look: +Let meaner wives their houses shame, +To go with thee is all my claim. +Like some low actor, deemst thou fit +Thy wife to others to commit— +Thine own, espoused in maiden youth, +Thy wife so long, unblamed for truth? +Do thou, my lord, his will obey +For whom thou losest royal sway, +To whom thou wouldst thy wife confide— +Not me, but thee, his wish may guide. +Thou must not here thy wife forsake, +And to the wood thy journey make, +Whether stern penance, grief, and care, +Or rule or heaven await thee there. +Nor shall fatigue my limbs distress +When wandering in the wilderness: +Each path which near to thee I tread +Shall seem a soft luxurious bed. +The reeds, the bushes where I pass, +The thorny trees, the tangled grass +Shall feel, if only thou be near, +Soft to my touch as skins of deer. +When the rude wind in fury blows, +And scattered dust upon me throws, +That dust, beloved lord, to me +Shall as the precious sandal be. +And what shall be more blest than I, +When gazing on the wood I lie +In some green glade upon a bed +With sacred grass beneath us spread? +The root, the leaf, the fruit which thou +Shalt give me from the earth or bough, +Scanty or plentiful, to eat, +Shall taste to me as Amrit sweet. +As there I live on flowers and roots +And every season's kindly fruits, +I will not for my mother grieve, +My sire, my home, or all I leave. +My presence, love, shall never add +One pain to make the heart more sad; +[pg 130] +I will not cause thee grief or care, +Nor be a burden hard to bear. +With thee is heaven, where'er the spot; +Each place is hell where thou art not. +Then go with me, O Rama; this +Is all my hope and all my bliss. +If thou wilt leave thy wife who still +Entreats thee with undaunted will, +This very day shall poison close +The life that spurns the rule of foes. +How, after, can my soul sustain +The bitter life of endless pain, +When thy dear face, my lord, I miss? +No, death is better far than this. +Not for an hour could I endure +The deadly grief that knows not cure, +Far less a woe I could not shun +For ten long years, and three, and one.” +While fires of woe consumed her, such +Her sad appeal, lamenting much; +Then with a wild cry, anguish-wrung, +About her husband's neck she clung. +Like some she-elephant who bleeds +Struck by the hunter's venomed reeds, +So in her quivering heart she felt +The many wounds his speeches dealt. +Then, as the spark from wood is gained,305 +Down rolled the tear so long restrained: +The crystal moisture, sprung from woe, +From her sweet eyes began to flow, +As runs the water from a pair +Of lotuses divinely fair. +And Síta's face with long dark eyes, +Pure as the moon of autumn skies, +Faded with weeping, as the buds +Of lotuses when sink the floods. +Around his wife his arms he strained, +Who senseless from her woe remained, +And with sweet words, that bade her wake +To life again, the hero spake: +“I would not with thy woe, my Queen, +Buy heaven and all its blissful sheen. +Void of all fear am I as He, +The self-existent God, can be. +I knew not all thy heart till now, +Dear lady of the lovely brow, +So wished not thee in woods to dwell; +Yet there mine arm can guard thee well. +Now surely thou, dear love, wast made +To dwell with me in green wood shade. +And, as a high saint's tender mind +Clings to its love for all mankind, +So I to thee will ever cling, +Sweet daughter of Videha's king. +The good, of old, O soft of frame, +Honoured this duty's sovereign claim, +And I its guidance will not shun, +True as light's Queen is to the Sun. +I cannot, pride of Janak's line, +This journey to the wood decline: +My sire's behest, the oath he sware, +The claims of truth, all lead me there. +One duty, dear the same for aye, +Is sire and mother to obey: +Should I their orders once transgress +My very life were weariness. +If glad obedience be denied +To father, mother, holy guide, +What rites, what service can be done +That stern Fate's favour may be won? +These three the triple world comprise, +O darling of the lovely eyes. +Earth has no holy thing like these +Whom with all love men seek to please. +Not truth, or gift, or bended knee, +Not honour, worship, lordly fee, +Storms heaven and wins a blessing thence +Like sonly love and reverence. +Heaven, riches, grain, and varied lore, +With sons and many a blessing more, +All these are made their own with ease +By those their elders' souls who please. +The mighty-souled, who ne'er forget, +Devoted sons, their filial debt, +Win worlds where Gods and minstrels are, +And Brahma's sphere more glorious far. +Now as the orders of my sire, +Who keeps the way of truth, require, +So will I do, for such the way +Of duty that endures for aye: +To take thee, love, to Danḍak's wild +My heart at length is reconciled, +For thee such earnest thoughts impel +To follow, and with me to dwell. +O faultless form from feet to brows, +Come with me, as my will allows, +And duty there with me pursue, +Trembler, whose bright eyes thrill me through. +In all thy days, come good come ill, +Preserve unchanged such noble will, +And thou, dear love, wilt ever be +The glory of thy house and me. +Now, beauteous-armed, begin the tasks +The woodland life of hermits asks. +For me the joys of heaven above +Have charms no more without thee, love. +And now, dear Síta, be not slow: +Food on good mendicants bestow, +And for the holy Brahmans bring +Thy treasures and each precious thing. +Thy best attire and gems collect, +The jewels which thy beauty decked, +And every ornament and toy +Prepared for hours of sport and joy: +The beds, the cars wherein I ride, +Among our followers, next, divide.” +She conscious that her lord approved +Her going, with great rapture moved, +[pg 131] +Hastened within, without delay, +Prepared to give their wealth away. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_106.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_106.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f95925aba2b93fc83ecf0484e624b7611ca86ae5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_106.txt @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +Canto XXXII. The Gift Of The Treasures. + +When Lakshman, who had joined them there, +Had heard the converse of the pair, +His mien was changed, his eyes o'erflowed, +His breast no more could bear its load. +The son of Raghu, sore distressed, +His brother's feet with fervour pressed, +While thus to Síta he complained, +And him by lofty vows enchained: +“If thou wilt make the woods thy home, +Where elephant and roebuck roam, +I too this day will take my bow +And in the path before thee go. +Our way will lie through forest ground +Where countless birds and beasts are found, +I heed not homes of Gods on high, +I heed not life that cannot die, +Nor would I wish, with thee away, +O'er the three worlds to stretch my sway.” +Thus Lakshman spake, with earnest prayer +His brother's woodland life to share. +As Rama still his prayer denied +With soothing words, again he cried: +“When leave at first thou didst accord, +Why dost thou stay me now, my lord? +Thou art my refuge: O, be kind, +Leave me not, dear my lord, behind. +Thou canst not, brother, if thou choose +That I still live, my wish refuse.” +The glorious chief his speech renewed +To faithful Lakshman as he sued, +And on the eyes of Rama gazed +Longing to lead, with hands upraised: +“Thou art a hero just and dear, +Whose steps to virtue's path adhere, +Loved as my life till life shall end, +My faithful brother and my friend. +If to the woods thou take thy way +With Síta and with me to-day, +Who for Kauśalya will provide, +And guard the good Sumitra's side? +The lord of earth, of mighty power, +Who sends good things in plenteous shower, +As Indra pours the grateful rain, +A captive lies in passion's chain. +The power imperial for her son +Has Aśvapati's daughter306 won, +And she, proud queen, will little heed +Her miserable rivals' need. +So Bharat, ruler of the land, +By Queen Kaikeyí's side will stand, +Nor of those two will ever think, +While grieving in despair they sink. +Now, Lakshman, as thy love decrees, +Or else the monarch's heart to please, +Follow this counsel and protect +My honoured mother from neglect. +So thou, while not to me alone +Thy great affection will be shown, +To highest duty wilt adhere +By serving those thou shouldst revere. +Now, son of Raghu, for my sake +Obey this one request I make, +Or, of her darling son bereft, +Kauśalya has no comfort left.” +The faithful Lakshman, thus addressed +In gentle words which love expressed, +To him in lore of language learned, +His answer, eloquent, returned: +“Nay, through thy might each queen will share +Attentive Bharat's love and care, +Should Bharat, raised as king to sway +This noblest realm, his trust betray, +Nor for their safety well provide, +Seduced by ill-suggesting pride, +Doubt not my vengeful hand shall kill +The cruel wretch who counsels ill— +Kill him and all who lend him aid, +And the three worlds in league arrayed. +And good Kauśalya well can fee +A thousand champions like to me. +A thousand hamlets rich in grain +The station of that queen maintain. +She may, and my dear mother too, +Live on the ample revenue. +Then let me follow thee: herein: +Is naught that may resemble sin. +So shall I in my wish succeed, +And aid, perhaps, my brother's need. +My bow and quiver well supplied +With arrows hanging at my side, +My hands shall spade and basket bear, +And for thy feet the way prepare. +I'll bring thee roots and berries sweet. +And woodland fare which hermits eat. +Thou shall with thy Videhan spouse +Recline upon the mountain's brows; +Be mine the toil, be mine to keep +Watch o'er thee waking or asleep.” +Filled by his speech with joy and pride, +Rama to Lakshman thus replied: +“Go then, my brother, bid adieu +To all thy friends and retinue. +And those two bows of fearful might, +Celestial, which, at that famed rite, +Lord Varun gave to Janak, king +Of fair Vedeha with thee bring, +With heavenly coats of sword-proof mail, +Quivers, whose arrows never fail, +[pg 132] +And golden-hilted swords so keen, +The rivals of the sun in sheen. +Tended with care these arms are all +Preserved in my preceptor's hall. +With speed, O Lakshman, go, produce, +And bring them hither for our use.” +So on a woodland life intent, +To see his faithful friends he went, +And brought the heavenly arms which lay +By Rama's teacher stored away. +And Raghu's son to Rama showed +Those wondrous arms which gleamed and glowed, +Well kept, adorned with many a wreath +Of flowers on case, and hilt, and sheath. +The prudent Rama at the sight +Addressed his brother with delight: +“Well art thou come, my brother dear, +For much I longed to see thee here. +For with thine aid, before I go, +I would my gold and wealth bestow +Upon the Brahmans sage, who school +Their lives by stern devotion's rule. +And for all those who ever dwell +Within my house and serve me well, +Devoted servants, true and good, +Will I provide a livelihood. +Quick, go and summon to this place +The good Vaśishṭha's son, +Suyajǹa, of the Brahman race +The first and holiest one. +To all the Brahmans wise and good +Will I due reverence pay, +Then to the solitary wood +With thee will take my way.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_107.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_107.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a18473ba9565012452002d72488e4770ddb1119 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_107.txt @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +Canto XXXIII. The People's Lament. + +That speech so noble which conveyed +His friendly wish, the chief obeyed, +With steps made swift by anxious thought +The wise Suyajǹa's home he sought. +Him in the hall of Fire307 he found, +And bent before him to the ground: +“O friend, to Rama's house return, +Who now performs a task most stern.” +He, when his noonday rites were done, +Went forth with fair Sumitra's son, +And came to Rama's bright abode +Rich in the love which Lakshmí showed. +The son of Raghu, with his dame, +With joined hands met him as he came, +Showing to him who Scripture knew +The worship that is Agni's due. +With armlets, bracelets, collars, rings, +With costly pearls on golden strings, +With many a gem for neck and limb +The son of Raghu honoured him. +Then Rama, at his wife's request, +The wise Suyajǹa thus addressed: +“Accept a necklace too to deck +With golden strings thy spouse's neck. +And Síta here, my friend, were glad +A girdle to her gift to add. +And many a bracelet wrought with care, +And many an armlet rich and rare, +My wife to thine is fain to give, +Departing in the wood to live. +A bed by skilful workmen made, +With gold and various gems inlaid— +This too, before she goes, would she +Present, O saintly friend, to thee. +Thine be my elephant, so famed, +My uncle's present, Victor named; +And let a thousand coins of gold, +Great Brahman, with the gift be told.” +Thus Rama spoke: nor he declined +The noble gifts for him designed. +On Rama, Lakshman, Síta he +Invoked all high felicity. +In pleasant words then Rama gave +His best to Lakshman prompt and brave, +As Brahma speaks for Him to hear +Who rules the Gods' celestial sphere: +“To the two best of Brahmans run; +Agastya bring, and Kuśik's son, +And precious gifts upon them rain, +Like fostering floods upon the grain. +O long-armed Prince of Raghu's line, +Delight them with a thousand kine, +And many a fair and costly gem, +With gold and silver, give to them. +To him, so deep in Scripture, who, +To Queen Kauśalya, ever true, +Serves her with blessing and respect, +Chief of the Taittiríya sect308— +To him, with women-slaves, present +A chariot rich with ornament, +And costly robes of silk beside, +Until the sage be satisfied. +On Chitraratha, true and dear, +My tuneful bard and charioteer, +Gems, robes, and plenteous wealth confer— +Mine ancient friend and minister. +And these who go with staff in hand, +Grammarians trained, a numerous band, +Who their deep study only prize, +Nor think of other exercise, +Who toil not, loving dainty fare, +Whose praises e'en the good declare— +On these be eighty cars bestowed, +And each with precious treasures load. +[pg 133] +A thousand bulls for them suffice, +Two hundred elephants of price, +And let a thousand kine beside +The dainties of each meal provide. +The throng who sacred girdles wear, +And on Kauśalya wait with care— +A thousand golden coins shall please, +Son of Sumitra, each of these. +Let all, dear Lakshman of the train +These special gifts of honour gain: +My mother will rejoice to know +Her Brahmans have been cherished so.” +Then Raghu's son addressed the crowd +Who round him stood and wept aloud, +When he to all who thronged the court +Had dealt his wealth for their support: +“In Lakshman's house and mine remain, +And guard them till I come again.” +To all his people sad with grief, +In loving words thus spoke their chief, +Then bade his treasure-keeper bring +Gold, silver, and each precious thing. +Then straight the servants went and bore +Back to their chief the wealth in store. +Before the people's eyes it shone, +A glorious pile to look upon. +The prince of men with Lakshman's aid +Parted the treasures there displayed, +Gave to the poor, the young, the old, +And twice-born men, the gems and gold. +A Brahman, long in evil case, +Named Trijaṭ, born of Garga's race, +Earned ever toiling in a wood +With spade and plough his livelihood. +The youthful wife, his babes who bore, +Their indigence felt more and more. +Thus to the aged man she spake: +“Hear this my word: my counsel take. +Come, throw thy spade and plough away; +To virtuous Rama go to-day, +And somewhat of his kindness pray.” +He heard the words she spoke: around +His limbs his ragged cloth he wound, +And took his journey by the road +That led to Rama's fair abode. +To the fifth court he made his way; +Nor met the Brahman check or stay. +Brighu, Angiras309 could not be +Brighter with saintly light than he. +To Rama's presence on he pressed, +And thus the noble chief addressed: +“O Rama, poor and weak am I, +And many children round me cry. +Scant living in the woods I earn: +On me thine eye of pity turn.” +And Rama, bent on sport and jest, +The suppliant Brahman thus addressed: +“O aged man, one thousand kine, +Yet undistributed, are mine. +The cows on thee will I bestow +As far as thou thy staff canst throw.” +The Brahman heard. In eager haste +He bound his cloth around his waist. +Then round his head his staff he whirled, +And forth with mightiest effort hurled. +Cast from his hand it flew, and sank +To earth on Sarjú's farther bank, +Where herds of kine in thousands fed +Near to the well-stocked bullock shed. +And all the cows that wandered o'er +The meadow, far as Sarjú's shore, +At Rama's word the herdsmen drove +To Trijaṭ's cottage in the grove. +He drew the Brahman to his breast, +And thus with calming words addressed: +“Now be not angry, Sire. I pray: +This jest of mine was meant in play. +These thousand kine, but not alone. +Their herdsmen too, are all thine own. +And wealth beside I give thee: speak, +Thine shall be all thy heart can seek.” +Thus Rama spake. And Trijaṭ prayed +For means his sacrifice to aid. +And Rama gave much wealth, required +To speed his offering as desired. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_108.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_108.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5067f8b2d3f660ddf3690044153a61b581443e5e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_108.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Rama In The Palace. + +Thus Síta and the princes brave +Much wealth to all the Brahmans gave. +Then to the monarch's house the three +Went forth the aged king to see. +The princes from two servants took +Those heavenly arms of glorious look, +Adorned with garland and with band +By Síta's beautifying hand. +On each high house a mournful throng +Had gathered ere they passed along, +Who gazed in pure unselfish woe +From turret, roof, and portico. +So dense the crowd that blocked the ways, +The rest, unable there to gaze, +Were fain each terrace to ascend, +And thence their eyes on Rama bend. +Then as the gathered multitude +On foot their well-loved Rama viewed, +No royal shade to screen his head, +Such words, disturbed in grief, they said: +“O look, our hero, wont to ride +Leading a host in perfect pride— +Now Lakshman, sole of all his friends, +With Síta on his steps attends. +Though he has known the sweets of power, +And poured his gifts in liberal shower, +From duty's path he will not swerve, +[pg 134] +But, still his father's truth preserve. +And she whose form so soft and fair +Was veiled from spirits of the air, +Now walks unsheltered from the day, +Seen by the crowds who throng the way. +Ah, for that gently-nurtured form! +How will it fade with sun and storm! +How will the rain, the cold, the heat +Mar fragrant breast and tinted feet! +Surely some demon has possessed +His sire, and speaks within his breast, +Or how could one that is a king +Thus send his dear son wandering? +It were a deed unkindly done +To banish e'en a worthless son: +But what, when his pure life has gained +The hearts of all, by love enchained? +Six sovereign virtues join to grace +Rama the foremost of his race: +Tender and kind and pure is he, +Docile, religious, passion-free. +Hence misery strikes not him alone: +In bitterest grief the people moan, +Like creatures of the stream, when dry +In the great heat the channels lie. +The world is mournful with the grief +That falls on its beloved chief, +As, when the root is hewn away, +Tree, fruit, and flower, and bud decay. +The soul of duty, bright to see, +He is the root of you and me; +And all of us, who share his grief, +His branches, blossom, fruit, and leaf. +Now like the faithful Lakshman, we +Will follow and be true as he; +Our wives and kinsmen call with speed, +And hasten where our lord shall lead. +Yes, we will leave each well-loved spot, +The field, the garden, and the cot, +And, sharers of his weal and woe, +Behind the pious Rama go. +Our houses, empty of their stores, +With ruined courts and broken doors, +With all their treasures borne away. +And gear that made them bright and gay: +O'errun by rats, with dust o'erspread, +Shrines, whence the deities have fled, +Where not a hand the water pours, +Or sweeps the long-neglected floors, +No incense loads the evening air, +No Brahmans chant the text and prayer, +No fire of sacrifice is bright, +No gift is known, no sacred rite; +With floors which broken vessels strew, +As if our woes had crushed them too— +Of these be stern Kaikeyí queen, +And rule o'er homes where we have been. +The wood where Rama's feet may roam +Shall be our city and our home, +And this fair city we forsake, +Our flight a wilderness shall make. +Each serpent from his hole shall hie, +The birds and beasts from mountain fly, +Lions and elephants in fear +Shall quit the woods when we come near, +Yield the broad wilds for us to range, +And take our city in exchange. +With Rama will we hence, content +If, where he is, our days be spent.” +Such were the varied words the crowd +Of all conditions spoke aloud. +And Rama heard their speeches, yet +Changed not his purpose firmly set. +His father's palace soon he neared, +That like Kailasa's hill appeared. +Like a wild elephant he strode +Right onward to the bright abode. +Within the palace court he stepped, +Where ordered bands their station kept, +And saw Sumantra standing near +With down-cast eye and gloomy cheer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_109.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_109.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e2662d0a127a708c8059e74f38c8655cc8fcf36a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_109.txt @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +Canto XXXV. Kaikeyí Reproached. + +The dark incomparable chief +Whose eye was like a lotus leaf, +Cried to the mournful charioteer, +“Go tell my sire that I am here.” +Sumantra, sad and all dismayed, +The chieftain's order swift obeyed. +Within the palace doors he hied +And saw the king, who wept and sighed. +Like the great sun when wrapped in shade +Like fire by ashes overlaid, +Or like a pool with waters dried, +So lay the world's great lord and pride, +A while the wise Sumantra gazed +On him whose senses woe has dazed, +Grieving for Rama. Near he drew +With hands upraised in reverence due. +With blessing first his king he hailed; +Then with a voice that well-nigh failed, +In trembling accents soft and low +Addressed the monarch in his woe: +“The prince of men, thy Rama, waits +Before thee at the palace gates. +His wealth to Brahmans he has dealt, +And all who in his home have dwelt. +Admit thy son. His friends have heard +His kind farewell and parting word, +He longs to see thee first, and then +Will seek the wilds, O King of men. +He, with each princely virtue's blaze, +Shines as the sun engirt by rays.” +The truthful King who loved to keep +The law profound as Ocean's deep, +And stainless as the dark blue sky, +Thus to Sumantra made reply: +[pg 135] +“Go then, Sumantra, go and call +My wives and ladies one and all. +Drawn round me shall they fill the place +When I behold my Rama's face.” +Quick to the inner rooms he sped, +And thus to all the women said, +“Come, at the summons of the king: +Come all, and make no tarrying.” +Their husband's word, by him conveyed, +Soon as they heard, the dames obeyed, +And following his guidance all +Came thronging to the regal hall. +In number half seven hundred, they, +All lovely dames, in long array, +With their bright eyes for weeping red, +To stand round Queen Kauśalya, sped. +They gathered, and the monarch viewed +One moment all the multitude, +Then to Sumantra spoke and said: +“Now let my son be hither led.” +Sumantra went. Then Rama came, +And Lakshman, and the Maithil dame, +And, as he led them on, their guide +Straight to the monarch's presence hied. +When yet far off the father saw +His son with raised palms toward him draw, +Girt by his ladies, sick with woes, +Swift from his royal seat he rose. +With all his strength the aged man +To meet his darling Rama ran, +But trembling, wild with dark despair, +Fell on the ground and fainted there. +And Lakshman, wont in cars to ride, +And Rama, threw them by the side +Of the poor miserable king, +Half lifeless with his sorrow's sting. +Throughout the spacious hall up went +A thousand women's wild lament: +“Ah Rama!” thus they wailed and wept, +And anklets tinkled as they stepped +Around his body, weeping, threw +Their loving arms the brothers two, +And then, with Síta's gentle aid, +The king upon a couch was laid. +At length to earth's imperial lord, +When life and knowledge were restored, +Though seas of woe went o'er his head, +With suppliant hand, thus Rama said: +“Lord of us all, great King, thou art: +Bid me farewell before we part, +To Danḍak wood this day I go: +One blessing and one look bestow. +Let Lakshman my companion be, +And Síta also follow me. +With truthful pleas I sought to bend +Their purpose; but no ear they lend. +Now cast this sorrow from thy heart, +And let us all, great King, depart. +As Brahma sends his children, so +Let Lakshman, me, and Síta go.” +He stood unmoved, and watched intent +Until the king should grant consent. +Upon his son his eyes he cast, +And thus the monarch spake at last: +“O Rama, by her arts enslaved, +I gave the boons Kaikeyí craved, +Unfit to reign, by her misled: +Be ruler in thy father's stead.” +Thus by the lord of men addressed, +Rama, of virtue's friends the best, +In lore of language duly learned, +His answer, reverent, thus returned: +“A thousand years, O King, remain +O'er this our city still to reign. +I in the woods my life will lead: +The lust of rule no more I heed. +Nine years and five I there will spend, +And when the portioned days shall end, +Will come, my vows and exile o'er, +And clasp thy feet, my King, once more.” +A captive in the snare of truth, +Weeping, distressed with woe and ruth, +Thus spake the monarch, while the queen +Kaikeyí urged him on unseen: +“Go then, O Rama, and begin +Thy course unvext by fear and sin: +Go, my beloved son, and earn +Success, and joy, and safe return. +So fast the bonds of duty bind. +O Raghu's son, thy truthful mind, +That naught can turn thee back, or guide +Thy will so strongly fortified. +But O, a little longer stay, +Nor turn thy steps this night away, +That I one little day-—alas! +One only—-with my son may pass. +Me and thy mother do not slight, +But stay, my son, with me to-night; +With every dainty please thy taste, +And seek to-morrow morn the waste. +Hard is thy task, O Raghu's son, +Dire is the toil thou wilt not shun, +Far to the lonely wood to flee, +And leave thy friends for love of me. +I swear it by my truth, believe, +For thee, my son, I deeply grieve, +Misguided by the traitress dame +With hidden guile like smouldering flame. +Now, by her wicked counsel stirred, +Thou fain wouldst keep my plighted word. +No marvel that my eldest born +Would hold me true when I have sworn.” +Then Rama having calmly heard +His wretched father speak each word, +With Lakshman standing by his side +Thus, humbly, to the King replied: +“If dainties now my taste regale, +To-morrow must those dainties fail. +This day departure I prefer +To all that wealth can minister. +O'er this fair land, no longer mine, +Which I, with all her realms, resign, +[pg 136] +Her multitudes of men, her grain, +Her stores of wealth, let Bharat reign. +And let the promised boon which thou +Wast pleased to grant the queen ere now, +Be hers in full. Be true, O King, +Kind giver of each precious thing. +Thy spoken word I still will heed, +Obeying all thy lips decreed: +And fourteen years in woods will dwell +With those who live in glade and dell. +No hopes of power my heart can touch, +No selfish joys attract so much +As son of Raghu, to fulfil +With heart and soul my father's will. +Dismiss, dismiss thy needless woe, +Nor let those drowning torrents flow: +The Lord of Rivers in his pride +Keeps to the banks that bar his tide. +Here in thy presence I declare; +By thy good deeds, thy truth, I swear; +Nor lordship, joy, nor lands I prize; +Life, heaven, all blessings I despise. +I wish to see thee still remain +Most true, O King, and free from stain. +It must not, Sire, it must not be: +I cannot rest one hour with thee. +Then bring this sorrow to an end, +For naught my settled will can bend. +I gave a pledge that binds me too, +And to that pledge I still am true. +Kaikeyí bade me speed away: +She prayed me, and I answered yea. +Pine not for me, and weep no more; +The wood for us has joy in store, +Filled with the wild deer's peaceful herds +And voices of a thousand birds. +A father is the God of each, +Yea, e'en of Gods, so Scriptures teach: +And I will keep my sire's decree, +For as a God I honour thee. +O best of men, the time is nigh, +The fourteen years will soon pass by +And to thine eyes thy son restore: +Be comforted, and weep no more. +Thou with thy firmness shouldst support +These weeping crowds who throng the court; +Then why, O chief of high renown, +So troubled, and thy soul cast down?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_11.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_11.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aa4888b0dbfa5bfd63dd543049b2e2a6b69927e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_11.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto XII. The Sacrifice Begun. + +The Dewy Season85 came and went; +The spring returned again: +Then would the king, with mind intent, +His sacrifice ordain. +[pg 020] +He came to Rishyaśring, and bowed +To him of look divine, +And bade him aid his offering vowed +For heirs, to save his line. +Nor would the youth his aid deny: +He spake the monarch fair, +And prayed him for that rite so high +All requisites prepare. +The king to wise Sumantra cried +Who stood aye ready near; +“Go summon quick each holy guide, +To counsel and to hear.” +Obedient to his lord's behest +Away Sumantra sped, +And brought Vaśishṭha and the rest, +In Scripture deeply read. +Suyajǹa, Vamadeva came, +Javali, Kaśyap's son, +And old Vaśishṭha, dear to fame, +Obedient every one. +King Daśaratha met them there +And duly honoured each, +And spoke in pleasant words his fair +And salutary speech: +“In childless longing doomed to pine, +No happiness, O lords, is mine. +So have I for this cause decreed +To slay the sacrificial steed. +Fain would I pay that offering high +Wherein the horse is doomed to die, +With Rishyaśring his aid to lend, +And with your glory to befriend.” +With loud applause each holy man +Received his speech, approved the plan, +And, by the wise Vaśishṭha led, +Gave praises to the king, and said: +“The sons thou cravest shalt thou see, +Of fairest glory, born to thee, +Whose holy feelings bid thee take +This righteous course for offspring's sake.” +Cheered by the ready praise of those +Whose aid he sought, his spirits rose, +And thus the king his speech renewed +With looks of joy and gratitude: +“Let what the coming rites require +Be ready as the priests desire, +And let the horse, ordained to bleed, +With fitting guard and priest, be freed,86 +Yonder on Sarjú's northern side +The sacrificial ground provide; +And let the saving rites, that naught +Ill-omened may occur, be wrought. +The offering I announce to-day +Each lord of earth may claim to pay, +Provided that his care can guard +The holy rite by flaws unmarred. +For wandering fiends, whose watchful spite +Waits eagerly to spoil each rite, +Hunting with keenest eye detect +The slightest slip, the least neglect; +And when the sacred work is crossed +The workman is that moment lost. +Let preparation due be made: +Your powers the charge can meet: +That so the noble rite be paid +In every point complete.” +And all the Brahmans answered, Yea, +His mandate honouring, +And gladly promised to obey +The order of the king. +They cried with voices raised aloud: +“Success attend thine aim!” +Then bade farewell, and lowly bowed, +And hastened whence they came. +King Daśaratha went within, +His well loved wives to see: +And said: “Your lustral rites begin, +For these shall prosper me. +A glorious offering I prepare +That precious fruit of sons may bear.” +Their lily faces brightened fast +Those pleasant words to hear, +As lilies, when the winter's past, +In lovelier hues appear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_110.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_110.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..67045fba4715107b0706757afffe88dc55ac33ce --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_110.txt @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +Canto XXXVI. Siddharth's Speech. + +Wild with the rage he could not calm, +Sumantra, grinding palm on palm, +His head in quick impatience shook, +And sighed with woe he could not brook. +He gnashed his teeth, his eyes were red, +From his changed face the colour fled. +In rage and grief that knew no law, +The temper of the king he saw. +With his word-arrows swift and keen +He shook the bosom of the queen. +With scorn, as though its lightning stroke +Would blast her body, thus he spoke: +“Thou, who, of no dread sin afraid, +Hast Daśaratha's self betrayed, +Lord of the world, whose might sustains +Each thing that moves or fixed remains, +What direr crime is left thee now? +Death to thy lord and house art thou, +Whose cruel deeds the king distress, +Mahendra's peer in mightiness, +Firm as the mountain's rooted steep, +Enduring as the Ocean's deep. +Despise not Daśaratha, he +Is a kind lord and friend to thee. +A loving wife in worth outruns +The mother of ten million sons. +Kings, when their sires have passed away, +Succeed by birthright to the sway. +Ikshvaku's son still rules the state, +Yet thou this rule wouldst violate. +Yea, let thy son, Kaikeyí, reign, +Let Bharat rule his sire's domain. +Thy will, O Queen, shall none oppose: +We all will go where Rama goes. +No Brahman, scorning thee, will rest +Within the realm thou governest, +But all will fly indignant hence: +So great thy trespass and offence. +I marvel, when thy crime I see, +Earth yawns not quick to swallow thee; +And that the Brahman saints prepare +No burning scourge thy soul to scare, +With cries of shame to smite thee, bent +Upon our Rama's banishment. +The Mango tree with axes fell, +And tend instead the Neem tree well, +Still watered with all care the tree +Will never sweet and pleasant be. +Thy mother's faults to thee descend, +And with thy borrowed nature blend. +True is the ancient saw: the Neem +Can ne'er distil a honeyed stream. +Taught by the tale of long ago +Thy mother's hateful sin we know. +A bounteous saint, as all have heard, +A boon upon thy sire conferred, +And all the eloquence revealed +That fills the wood, the flood, the field. +No creature walked, or swam, or flew, +But he its varied language knew. +One morn upon his couch he heard +The chattering of a gorgeous bird. +And as he marked its close intent +He laughed aloud in merriment. +Thy mother furious with her lord, +And fain to perish by the cord, +Said to her husband: “I would know, +O Monarch, why thou laughest so.” +[pg 137] +The king in answer spake again: +“If I this laughter should explain, +This very hour would be my last, +For death, be sure would follow fast.” +Again thy mother, flushed with ire, +To Kekaya spake, thy royal sire: +“Tell me the cause; then live or die: +I will not brook thy laugh, not I.” +Thus by his darling wife addressed, +The king whose might all earth confessed, +To that kind saint his story told +Who gave the wondrous gift of old. +He listened to the king's complaint, +And thus in answer spoke the saint: +“King, let her quit thy home or die, +But never with her prayer comply.” +The saint's reply his trouble stilled, +And all his heart with pleasure filled. +Thy mother from his home he sent, +And days like Lord Kuvera's spent. +So thou wouldst force the king, misled +By thee, in evil paths to tread, +And bent on evil wouldst begin, +Through folly, this career of sin. +Most true, methinks, in thee is shown +The ancient saw so widely known: +The sons their fathers' worth declare +And girls their mothers' nature share. +So be not thou. For pity's sake +Accept the word the monarch spake. +Thy husband's will, O Queen, obey, +And be the people's hope and stay, +O, do not, urged by folly, draw +The king to tread on duty's law. +The lord who all the world sustains, +Bright as the God o'er Gods who reigns. +Our glorious king, by sin unstained, +Will never grant what fraud obtained; +No shade of fault in him is seen: +Let Rama be anointed, Queen. +Remember, Queen, undying shame +Will through the world pursue thy name, +If Rama leave the king his sire, +And, banished, to the wood retire. +Come, from thy breast this fever fling: +Of his own realm be Rama king. +None in this city e'er can dwell +To tend and love thee half so well. +When Rama sits in royal place, +True to the custom of his race +Our monarch of the mighty bow +A hermit to the woods will go.”310 +Sumantra thus, palm joined to palm, +Poured forth his words of bane and balm, +With keen reproach, with pleading kind, +Striving to move Kaikeyí's mind. +In vain he prayed, in vain reproved, +She heard unsoftened and unmoved. +Nor could the eyes that watched her view +One yielding look, one change of hue. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_111.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_111.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2d86b5d1d19d4674cfd217570168898b3a921cf4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_111.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XXXVII. The Coats Of Bark. + +Ikshvaku's son with anguish torn +For the great oath his lips had sworn, +With tears and sighs of sharpest pain +Thus to Sumantra spake again: +“Prepare thou quick a perfect force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +To follow Raghu's scion hence +Equipped with all magnificence. +Let traders with the wealth they sell, +And those who charming stories tell, +And dancing-women fair of face, +The prince's ample chariots grace. +On all the train who throng his courts, +And those who share his manly sports, +Great gifts of precious wealth bestow, +And bid them with their master go. +Let noble arms, and many a wain, +And townsmen swell the prince's train; +And hunters best for woodland skill +Their places in the concourse fill. +While elephants and deer he slays, +Drinking wood honey as he strays, +And looks on streams each fairer yet, +His kingdom he may chance forget. +Let all my gold and wealth of corn +With Rama to the wilds be borne; +For it will soothe the exile's lot +To sacrifice in each pure spot, +Deal ample largess forth, and meet +Each hermit in his calm retreat. +The wealth shall Rama with him bear, +Ayodhya shall be Bharat's share.” +As thus Kakutstha's offspring spoke, +Fear in Kaikeyí's breast awoke. +The freshness of her face was dried, +Her trembling tongue was terror-tied. +Alarmed and sad, with bloodless cheek, +She turned to him and scarce could speak: +“Nay, Sire, but Bharat shall not gain +An empty realm where none remain. +My Bharat shall not rule a waste +Reft of all sweets to charm the taste— +The wine-cup's dregs, all dull and dead, +Whence the light foam and life are fled.” +Thus in her rage the long-eyed dame +Spoke her dire speech untouched by shame. +[pg 138] +Then, answering, Daśaratha spoke: +“Why, having bowed me to the yoke, +Dost thou, must cruel, spur and goad +Me who am struggling with the load? +Why didst thou not oppose at first +This hope, vile Queen, so fondly nursed?” +Scarce could the monarch's angry speech +The ears of the fair lady reach, +When thus, with double wrath inflamed, +Kaikeyí to the king exclaimed: +“Sagar, from whom thy line is traced, +Drove forth his eldest son disgraced, +Called Asamanj, whose fate we know: +Thus should thy son to exile go.” +“Fie on thee, dame!” the monarch said; +Each of her people bent his head, +And stood in shame and sorrow mute: +She marked not, bold and resolute. +Then great Siddharth, inflamed with rage, +The good old councillor and sage +On whose wise rede the king relied, +To Queen Kaikeyí thus replied: +“But Asamanj the cruel laid +His hands on infants as they played, +Cast them to Sarjú's flood, and smiled +For pleasure when he drowned a child.”311 +The people saw, and, furious, sped +Straight the the king his sire and said: +“Choose us, O glory of the throne, +Choose us, or Asamanj alone.” +“Whence comes this dread?” the monarch cried; +And all the people thus replied: +“In folly, King, he loves to lay +Fierce hands upon our babes at play, +Casts them to Sarjú's flood and joys +To murder our bewildered boys.” +With heedful ear the king of men +Heard each complaining citizen. +To please their troubled minds he strove, +And from the state his son he drove. +With wife and gear upon a car +He placed him quick, and sent him far. +And thus he gave commandment, “He +Shall all his days an exile be.” +With basket and with plough he strayed +O'er mountain heights, through pathless shade, +Roaming all lands a weary time, +An outcast wretch defiled with crime. +Sagar, the righteous path who held, +His wicked offspring thus expelled. +But what has Rama done to blame? +Why should his sentence be the same? +No sin his stainless name can dim; +We see no fault at all in him. +Pure as the moon, no darkening blot +On his sweet life has left a spot. +If thou canst see one fault, e'en one, +To dim the fame of Raghu's son, +That fault this hour, O lady, show, +And Rama to the wood shall go. +To drive the guiltless to the wild, +Truth's constant lover, undefiled, +Would, by defiance of the right, +The glory e'en of Indra blight. +Then cease, O lady, and dismiss +Thy hope to ruin Rama's bliss, +Or all thy gain, O fair of face, +Will be men's hatred, and disgrace.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_112.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_112.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1437181a82442620c4d0fc4f38ab3b36d74d5e6d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_112.txt @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +Canto XXXVIII. Care For Kausalya + +Thus spake the virtuous sage: and then +Rama addressed the king of men. +In laws of meek behaviour bred, +Thus to his sire he meekly said: +“King, I renounce all earthly care, +And live in woods on woodland fare. +What, dead to joys, have I to do +With lordly train and retinue! +Who gives his elephant and yet +Upon the girths his heart will set? +How can a cord attract his eyes +Who gives away the nobler prize? +Best of the good, with me be led +No host, my King with banners spread. +All wealth, all lordship I resign: +The hermit's dress alone be mine. +Before I go, have here conveyed +A little basket and a spade. +With these alone I go, content, +For fourteen years of banishment.” +With her own hands Kaikeyí took +The hermit coats of bark, and, “Look,” +She cried with bold unblushing brow +Before the concourse, “Dress thee now.” +That lion leader of the brave +Took from her hand the dress she gave, +Cast his fine raiment on the ground, +[pg 139] +And round his waist the vesture bound. +Then quick the hero Lakshman too +His garment from his shoulders threw, +And, in the presence of his sire, +Indued the ascetic's rough attire. +But Síta, in her silks arrayed, +Threw glances, trembling and afraid, +On the bark coat she had to wear, +Like a shy doe that eyes the snare. +Ashamed and weeping for distress +From the queen's hand she took the dress. +The fair one, by her husband's side +Who matched heaven's minstrel monarch,312 cried: +“How bind they on their woodland dress, +Those hermits of the wilderness?” +There stood the pride of Janak's race +Perplexed, with sad appealing face. +One coat the lady's fingers grasped, +One round her neck she feebly clasped, +But failed again, again, confused +By the wild garb she ne'er had used. +Then quickly hastening Rama, pride +Of all who cherish virtue, tied +The rough bark mantle on her, o'er +The silken raiment that she wore. +Then the sad women when they saw +Rama the choice bark round her draw, +Rained water from each tender eye, +And cried aloud with bitter cry: +“O, not on her, beloved, not +On Síta falls thy mournful lot. +If, faithful to thy father's will, +Thou must go forth, leave Síta still. +Let Síta still remaining here +Our hearts with her loved presence cheer. +With Lakshman by thy side to aid +Seek thou, dear son, the lonely shade. +Unmeet, one good and fair as she +Should dwell in woods a devotee. +Let not our prayers be prayed in vain: +Let beauteous Síta yet remain; +For by thy love of duty tied +Thou wilt not here thyself abide.” +Then the king's venerable guide +Vaśishṭha, when he saw each coat +Enclose the lady's waist and throat, +Her zeal with gentle words repressed, +And Queen Kaikeyí thus addressed: +“O evil-hearted sinner, shame +Of royal Kekaya's race and name; +Who matchless in thy sin couldst cheat +Thy lord the king with vile deceit; +Lost to all sense of duty, know +Síta to exile shall not go. +Síta shall guard, as 'twere her own, +The precious trust of Rama's throne. +Those joined by wedlock's sweet control +Have but one self and common soul. +Thus Síta shall our empress be, +For Rama's self and soul is she. +Or if she still to Rama cleave +And for the woods the kingdom leave: +If naught her loving heart deter, +We and this town will follow her. +The warders of the queen shall take +Their wives and go for Rama's sake, +The nation with its stores of grain, +The city's wealth shall swell his train. +Bharat, Śatrughna both will wear +Bark mantles, and his lodging share, +Still with their elder brother dwell +In the wild wood, and serve him well. +Rest here alone, and rule thy state +Unpeopled, barren, desolate; +Be empress of the land and trees, +Thou sinner whom our sorrows please. +The land which Rama reigns not o'er +Shall bear the kingdom's name no more: +The woods which Rama wanders through +Shall be our home and kingdom too. +Bharat, be sure, will never deign +O'er realms his father yields, to reign. +Nay, if the king's true son he be, +He will not, sonlike, dwell with thee. +Nay, shouldst thou from the earth arise, +And send thy message from the skies, +To his forefathers' custom true +No erring course would he pursue. +So hast thou, by thy grievous fault, +Offended him thou wouldst exalt. +In all the world none draws his breath +Who loves not Rama, true to death. +This day, O Queen, shalt thou behold +Birds, deer, and beasts from lea and fold +Turn to the woods in Rama's train. +And naught save longing trees remain.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_113.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_113.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97ce71b819e2f10138a5dc2397d3b29b151fd48e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_113.txt @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +Canto XXXIX. Counsel To Síta. + +Then when the people wroth and sad +Saw Síta in bark vesture clad, +Though wedded, like some widowed thing, +They cried out, “Shame upon thee, King!” +Grieved by their cry and angry look +The lord of earth at once forsook +All hope in life that still remained, +In duty, self, and fame unstained. +Ikshvaku's son with burning sighs +On Queen Kaikeyí bent his eyes, +And said: “But Síta must not flee +In garments of a devotee. +My holy guide has spoken truth: +Unfit is she in tender youth, +[pg 140] +So gently nurtured, soft and fair, +The hardships of the wood to share. +How has she sinned, devout and true, +The noblest monarch's child, +That she should garb of bark indue +And journey to the wild? +That she should spend her youthful days +Amid a hermit band, +Like some poor mendicant who strays +Sore troubled, through the land? +Ah, let the child of Janak throw +Her dress of bark aside, +And let the royal lady go +With royal wealth supplied. +Not such the pledge I gave before, +Unfit to linger here: +The oath, which I the sinner swore +Is kept, and leaves her clear. +Won from her childlike love this too +My instant death would be, +As blossoms on the old bamboo +Destroy the parent tree.313 +If aught amiss by Rama done +Offend thee, O thou wicked one, +What least transgression canst thou find +In her, thou worst of womankind? +What shade of fault in her appears, +Whose full soft eye is like the deer's? +What canst thou blame in Janak's child, +So gentle, modest, true, and mild? +Is not one crime complete, that sent +My Rama forth to banishment? +And wilt thou other sins commit, +Thou wicked one, to double it? +This is the pledge and oath I swore, +What thou besoughtest, and no more, +Of Rama—for I heard thee, dame— +When he for consecration came. +Now with this limit not content, +In hell should be thy punishment, +Who fain the Maithil bride wouldst press +To clothe her limbs with hermit dress.” +Thus spake the father in his woe; +And Rama, still prepared to go, +To him who sat with drooping head +Spake in return these words and said: +“Just King, here stands my mother dear, +Kauśalya, one whom all revere. +Submissive, gentle, old is she, +And keeps her lips from blame of thee, +For her, kind lord, of me bereft +A sea of whelming woe is left. +O, show her in her new distress +Still fonder love and tenderness. +Well honoured by thine honoured hand +Her grief for me let her withstand, +Who wrapt in constant thought of me +In me would live a devotee. +Peer of Mahendra, O, to her be kind, +And treat I pray, my gentle mother so, +That, when I dwell afar, her life resigned, +She may not pass to Yama's realm for woe.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_114.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_114.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..12338806db47cec7f783a6dc2aa856c0ff249d59 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_114.txt @@ -0,0 +1,165 @@ +Canto XL. Rama's Departure. + +Scarce had the sire, with each dear queen, +Heard Rama's pleading voice, and seen +His darling in his hermit dress +Ere failed his senses for distress. +Convulsed with woe, his soul that shook, +On Raghu's son he could not look; +Or if he looked with failing eye +He could not to the chief reply. +By pangs of bitter grief assailed, +The long-armed monarch wept and wailed, +Half dead a while and sore distraught, +While Rama filled his every thought. +“This hand of mine in days ere now +Has reft her young from many a cow, +Or living things has idly slain: +Hence comes, I ween, this hour of pain. +Not till the hour is come to die +Can from its shell the spirit fly. +Death comes not, and Kaikeyí still +Torments the wretch she cannot kill, +Who sees his son before him quit +The fine soft robes his rank that fit, +And, glorious as the burning fire, +In hermit garb his limbs attire. +Now all the people grieve and groan +Through Queen Kaikeyí's deed alone, +Who, having dared this deed of sin, +Strives for herself the gain to win.” +He spoke. With tears his eyes grew dim, +His senses all deserted him. +He cried, O Rama, once, then weak +And fainting could no further speak. +Unconscious there he lay: at length +Regathering his sense and strength, +While his full eyes their torrents shed, +To wise Sumantra thus he said: +“Yoke the light car, and hither lead +Fleet coursers of the noblest breed, +And drive this heir of lofty fate +Beyond the limit of the state. +This seems the fruit that virtues bear, +The meed of worth which texts declare— +The sending of the brave and good +By sire and mother to the wood.'” +He heard the monarch, and obeyed, +With ready feet that ne'er delayed, +And brought before the palace gate +The horses and the car of state. +Then to the monarch's son he sped, +And raising hands of reverence said +[pg 141] +That the light car which gold made fair, +With best of steeds, was standing there. +King Daśaratha called in haste +The lord o'er all his treasures placed. +And spoke, well skilled in place and time, +His will to him devoid of crime: +“Count all the years she has to live +Afar in forest wilds, and give +To Síta robes and gems of price +As for the time may well suffice.” +Quick to the treasure-room he went, +Charged by that king most excellent, +Brought the rich stores, and gave them all +To Síta in the monarch's hall. +The Maithil dame of high descent +Received each robe and ornament, +And tricked those limbs, whose lines foretold +High destiny, with gems and gold. +So well adorned, so fair to view, +A glory through the hall she threw: +So, when the Lord of Light upsprings, +His radiance o'er the sky he flings. +Then Queen Kauśalya spake at last, +With loving arms about her cast, +Pressed lingering kisses on her head, +And to the high-souled lady said: +“Ah, in this faithless world below +When dark misfortune comes and woe, +Wives, loved and cherished every day, +Neglect their lords and disobey. +Yes, woman's nature still is this:— +After long days of calm and bliss +When some light grief her spirit tries, +She changes all her love, or flies. +Young wives are thankless, false in soul, +With roving hearts that spurn control. +Brooding on sin and quickly changed, +In one short hour their love estranged. +Not glorious deed or lineage fair, +Not knowledge, gift, or tender care +In chains of lasting love can bind +A woman's light inconstant mind. +But those good dames who still maintain +What right, truth, Scripture, rule ordain— +No holy thing in their pure eyes +With one beloved husband vies. +Nor let thy lord my son, condemned +To exile, be by thee contemned, +For be he poor or wealthy, he +Is as a God, dear child, to thee.” +When Síta heard Kauśalya's speech +Her duty and her gain to teach, +She joined her palms with reverent grace +And gave her answer face to face: +“All will I do, forgetting naught, +Which thou, O honoured Queen, hast taught. +I know, have heard, and deep have stored +The rules of duty to my lord. +Not me, good Queen, shouldst thou include +Among the faithless multitude. +Its own sweet light the moon shall leave +Ere I to duty cease to cleave. +The stringless lute gives forth no strain, +The wheelless car is urged in vain; +No joy a lordless dame, although +Blest with a hundred sons, can know. +From father, brother, and from son +A measured share of joy is won: +Who would not honour, love, and bless +Her lord, whose gifts are measureless? +Thus trained to think, I hold in awe +Scripture's command and duty's law. +Him can I hold in slight esteem? +Her lord is woman's God, I deem.” +Kauśalya heard the lady's speech, +Nor failed those words her heart to reach. +Then, pure in mind, she gave to flow +The tear that sprang of joy and woe. +Then duteous Rama forward came +And stood before the honoured dame, +And joining reverent hands addressed +The queen in rank above the rest: +“O mother, from these tears refrain; +Look on my sire and still thy pain. +To thee my days afar shall fly +As if sweet slumber closed thine eye, +And fourteen years of exile seem +To thee, dear mother, like a dream. +On me returning safe and well, +Girt by my friends, thine eyes shall dwell.” +Thus for their deep affection's sake +The hero to his mother spake, +Then to the half seven hundred too, +Wives of his sire, paid reverence due. +Thus Daśaratha's son addressed +That crowd of matrons sore distressed: +“If from these lips, while here I dwelt, +One heedless taunt you e'er have felt, +Forgive me, pray. And now adieu, +I bid good-bye to all of you.” +Then straight, like curlews' cries, upwent +The voices of their wild lament, +While, as he bade farewell, the crowd +Of royal women wept aloud, +And through the ample hall's extent. +Where erst the sound of tabour, blent +With drum and shrill-toned instrument, +In joyous concert rose, +Now rang the sound of wailing high, +The lamentation and the cry, +The shriek, the choking sob, the sigh +That told the ladies' woes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_115.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_115.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..82391ed5d067ebbb241830936af19d894fb60396 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_115.txt @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ +Canto XLI. The Citizens' Lament. + +Then Rama, Síta, Lakshman bent +At the king's feet, and sadly went +[pg 142] +Round him with slow steps reverent. +When Rama of the duteous heart +Had gained his sire's consent to part, +With Síta by his side he paid +Due reverence to the queen dismayed. +And Lakshman, with affection meet, +Bowed down and clasped his mother's feet. +Sumitra viewed him as he pressed +Her feet, and thus her son addressed: +“Neglect not Rama wandering there, +But tend him with thy faithful care. +In hours of wealth, in time of woe, +Him, sinless son, thy refuge know. +From this good law the just ne'er swerve, +That younger sons the eldest serve, +And to this righteous rule incline +All children of thine ancient line— +Freely to give, reward each rite, +Nor spare their bodies in the fight. +Let Rama Daśaratha be, +Look upon Síta as on me, +And let the cot wherein you dwell +Be thine Ayodhya. Fare thee well.” +Her blessing thus Sumitra gave +To him whose soul to Rama clave, +Exclaiming, when her speech was done, +“Go forth, O Lakshman, go, my son. +Go forth, my son to win success, +High victory and happiness. +Go forth thy foemen to destroy, +And turn again at last with joy.” +As Matali his charioteer +Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear, +Sumantra, palm to palm applied, +In reverence trained, to Rama cried: +“O famous Prince, my car ascend,— +May blessings on thy course attend,— +And swiftly shall my horses flee +And place thee where thou biddest me. +The fourteen years thou hast to stay +Far in the wilds, begin to-day; +For Oueen Kaikeyí cries, Away.” +Then Síta, best of womankind, +Ascended, with a tranquil mind, +Soon as her toilet task was done, +That chariot brilliant as the sun. +Rama and Lakshman true and bold +Sprang on the car adorned with gold. +The king those years had counted o'er, +And given Síta robes and store +Of precious ornaments to wear +When following her husband there. +The brothers in the car found place +For nets and weapons of the chase, +There warlike arms and mail they laid, +A leathern basket and a spade. +Soon as Sumantra saw the three +Were seated in the chariot, he +Urged on each horse of noble breed, +Who matched the rushing wind in speed. +As thus the son of Raghu went +Forth for his dreary banishment, +Chill numbing grief the town assailed, +All strength grew weak, all spirit failed, +Ayodhya through her wide extent +Was filled with tumult and lament: +Steeds neighed and shook the bells they bore, +Each elephant returned a roar. +Then all the city, young and old, +Wild with their sorrow uncontrolled, +Rushed to the car, as, from the sun +The panting herds to water run. +Before the car, behind, they clung, +And there as eagerly they hung, +With torrents streaming from their eyes, +Called loudly with repeated cries: +“Listen, Sumantra: draw thy rein; +Drive gently, and thy steeds restrain. +Once more on Rama will we gaze, +Now to be lost for many days. +The queen his mother has, be sure, +A heart of iron, to endure +To see her godlike Rama go, +Nor feel it shattered by the blow. +Síta, well done! Videha's pride, +Still like his shadow by his side; +Rejoicing in thy duty still +As sunlight cleaves to Meru's hill. +Thou, Lakshman, too, hast well deserved, +Who from thy duty hast not swerved, +Tending the peer of Gods above, +Whose lips speak naught but words of love. +Thy firm resolve is nobly great, +And high success on thee shall wait. +Yea, thou shalt win a priceless meed— +Thy path with him to heaven shall lead.” +As thus they spake, they could not hold +The tears that down their faces rolled, +While still they followed for a space +Their darling of Ikshvaku's race. +There stood surrounded by a ring +Of mournful wives the mournful king; +For, “I will see once more,” he cried, +“Mine own dear son,” and forth he hied. +As he came near, there rose the sound +Of weeping, as the dames stood round. +So the she-elephants complain +When their great lord and guide is slain. +Kakutstha's son, the king of men, +The glorious sire, looked troubled then, +As the full moon is when dismayed +By dark eclipse's threatening shade. +Then Daśaratha's son, designed +For highest fate of lofty mind, +Urged to more speed the charioteer, +“Away, away! why linger here? +Urge on thy horses,” Rama cried, +And “Stay, O stay,” the people sighed. +Sumantra, urged to speed away, +The townsmen's call must disobey, +Forth as the long-armed hero went, +[pg 143] +The dust his chariot wheels up sent +Was laid by streams that ever flowed +From their sad eyes who filled the road. +Then, sprung of woe, from eyes of all +The women drops began to fall, +As from each lotus on the lake +The darting fish the water shake. +When he, the king of high renown, +Saw that one thought held all the town, +Like some tall tree he fell and lay, +Whose root the axe has hewn away. +Then straight a mighty cry from those +Who followed Rama's car arose, +Who saw their monarch fainting there +Beneath that grief too great to bear. +Then “Rama, Rama!” with the cry +Of “Ah, his mother!” sounded high, +As all the people wept aloud +Around the ladies' sorrowing crowd. +When Rama backward turned his eye, +And saw the king his father lie +With troubled sense and failing limb, +And the sad queen, who followed him, +Like some young creature in the net, +That will not, in its misery, let +Its wild eyes on its mother rest, +So, by the bonds of duty pressed, +His mother's look he could not meet. +He saw them with their weary feet, +Who, used to bliss, in cars should ride, +Who ne'er by sorrow should be tried, +And, as one mournful look he cast, +“Drive on,” he cried, “Sumantra, fast.” +As when the driver's torturing hook +Goads on an elephant, the look +Of sire and mother in despair +Was more than Rama's heart could bear. +As mother kine to stalls return +Which hold the calves for whom they yearn, +So to the car she tried to run +As a cow seeks her little one. +Once and again the hero's eyes +Looked on his mother, as with cries +Of woe she called and gestures wild, +“O Síta, Lakshman, O my child!” +“Stay,” cried the king, “thy chariot stay:” +“On, on,” cried Rama, “speed away.” +As one between two hosts, inclined +To neither was Sumantra's mind. +But Rama spake these words again: +“A lengthened woe is bitterest pain. +On, on; and if his wrath grow hot, +Thine answer be, ‘I heard thee not.’ ” +Sumantra, at the chief's behest, +Dismissed the crowd that toward him pressed, +And, as he bade, to swiftest speed +Urged on his way each willing steed. +The king's attendants parted thence, +And paid him heart-felt reverence: +In mind, and with the tears he wept, +Each still his place near Rama kept. +As swift away the horses sped, +His lords to Daśaratha said: +“To follow him whom thou again +Wouldst see returning home is vain.” +With failing limb and drooping mien +He heard their counsel wise: +Still on their son the king and queen +Kept fast their lingering eyes.314 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_116.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_116.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..09b011c8688cb1e6338e15f39c79dfc6f8d812ee --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_116.txt @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +Canto XLII. Dasaratha's Lament. + +The lion chief with hands upraised +Was born from eyes that fondly gazed. +But then the ladies' bower was rent +With cries of weeping and lament: +“Where goes he now, our lord, the sure +Protector of the friendless poor, +In whom the wretched and the weak +Defence and aid were wont to seek? +All words of wrath he turned aside, +And ne'er, when cursed, in ire replied. +He shared his people's woe, and stilled +The troubled breast which rage had filled. +Our chief, on lofty thoughts intent, +In glorious fame preëminent: +As on his own dear mother, thus +He ever looked on each of us. +Where goes he now? His sire's behest, +By Queen Kaikeyí's guile distressed, +Has banished to the forest hence +Him who was all the world's defence. +Ah, senseless King, to drive away +The hope of men, their guard and stay, +To banish to the distant wood +Rama the duteous, true, and good!” +The royal dames, like cows bereaved +Of their young calves, thus sadly grieved. +The monarch heard them as they wailed, +And by the fire of grief assailed +For his dear son, he bowed his head, +And all his sense and memory fled. +Then were no fires of worship fed, +Thick darkness o'er the sun was spread. +The cows their thirsty calves denied, +And elephants flung their food aside. +[pg 144] +Triśanku,315 Jupiter looked dread, +And Mercury and Mars the red, +In direful opposition met, +The glory of the moon beset. +The lunar stars withheld their light, +The planets were no longer bright, +But meteors with their horrid glare, +And dire Viśakhas316 lit the air. +As troubled Ocean heaves and raves +When Doom's wild tempest sweeps the waves, +Thus all Ayodhya reeled and bent +When Rama to the forest went. +And chilling grief and dark despair +Fell suddenly on all men there. +Their wonted pastime all forgot, +Nor thought of food, or touched it not. +Crowds in the royal street were seen +With weeping eye and troubled mien: +No more a people gay and glad, +Each head and heart was sick and sad. +No more the cool wind softly blew, +The moon no more was fair to view, +No more the sun with genial glow +Cherished the world now plunged in woe. +Sons, brothers, husbands, wedded wives +Forgot the ties that joined their lives; +No thought for kith and kin was spared, +But all for only Rama cared. +And Rama's friends who loved him best, +Their minds disordered and distressed. +By the great burthen of their woes +Turned not to slumber or repose. +Like Earth with all her hills bereft +Of Indra's guiding care. +Ayodhya in her sorrow left +By him, the high souled heir, +Was bowed by fear and sorrow's force, +And shook with many a throe, +While warrior, elephant, and horse +Sent up the cry of woe. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_117.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_117.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7f3e9bfa4f12ac10eb53d677685b782f1de99f40 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_117.txt @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +Canto XLIII. Kausalya's Lament. + +While yet the dust was seen afar +That marked the course of Rama's car, +The glory of Ikshvaku's race +Turned not away his eager face. +While yet his duteous son he saw +He could not once his gaze withdraw, +But rooted to the spot remained +With eyes that after Rama strained. +But when that dust no more he viewed, +Fainting he fell by grief subdued. +To his right hand Kauśalya went, +And ready aid the lady lent, +While Bharat's loving mother tried +To raise him on the other side. +The king, within whose ordered soul +Justice and virtue held control, +To Queen Kaikeyí turned and said, +With every sense disquieted: +“Touch me not, thou whose soul can plot +All sin. Kaikeyí, touch me not. +No loving wife, no friend to me, +I ne'er again would look on thee; +Ne'er from this day have aught to do +With thee and all thy retinue; +Thee whom no virtuous thoughts restrain, +Whose selfish heart seeks only gain. +The hand I laid in mine, O dame, +The steps we took around the flame,317 +And all that links thy life to mine +Here and hereafter I resign. +If Bharat too, thy darling son, +Joy in the rule thy art has won, +Ne'er may the funeral offerings paid +By his false hand approach my shade.” +Then while the dust upon him hung, +The monarch to Kauśalya clung, +And she with mournful steps and slow +Turned to the palace, worn with woe. +As one whose hand has touched the fire, +Or slain a Brahman in his ire, +He felt his heart with sorrow torn +Still thinking of his son forlorn. +Each step was torture, as the road +The traces of the chariot showed, +And as the shadowed sun grows dim +So care and anguish darkened him. +He raised a cry, by woe distraught, +As of his son again he thought. +And judging that the car had sped +Beyond the city, thus he said: +“I still behold the foot-prints made +By the good horses that conveyed +My son afar: these marks I see, +But high-souled Rama, where is he? +Ah me, my son! my first and best, +On pleasant couches wont to rest, +With limbs perfumed with sandal, fanned +By many a beauty's tender hand: +Where will he lie with log or stone +Beneath him for a pillow thrown, +To leave at morn his earthy bed, +Neglected, and with dust o'erspread, +As from the flood with sigh and pant +Comes forth the husband elephant? +The men who make the woods their home +Shall see the long-armed hero roam +Roused from his bed, though lord of all, +In semblance of a friendless thrall. +Janak's dear child who ne'er has met +[pg 145] +With aught save joy and comfort yet, +Will reach to-day the forest, worn +And wearied with the brakes of thorn. +Ah, gentle girl, of woods unskilled, +How will her heart with dread be filled +At the wild beasts' deep roaring there, +Whose voices lift the shuddering hair! +Kaikeyí, glory in thy gain, +And, widow queen, begin to reign: +No will, no power to live have I +When my brave son no more is nigh.” +Thus pouring forth laments, the king +Girt by the people's crowded ring, +Entered the noble bower like one +New-bathed when funeral rites are done. +Where'er he looked naught met his gaze +But empty houses, courts, and ways. +Closed were the temples: countless feet +No longer trod the royal street, +And thinking of his son he viewed +Men weak and worn and woe-subdued. +As sinks the sun into a cloud, +So passed he on, and wept aloud, +Within that house no more to be +The dwelling of the banished three, +Brave Rama, his Vedehan bride, +And Lakshman by his brother's side: +Like broad still waters, when the king +Of all the birds that ply the wing +Has swooped from heaven and borne away +The glittering snakes that made them gay. +With choking sobs and voice half spent +The king renewed his sad lament: +With broken utterance faint and low +Scarce could he speak these words of woe: +“My steps to Rama's mother guide, +And place me by Kauśalya's side: +There, only there my heart may know +Some little respite from my woe.” +The warders of the palace led +The monarch, when his words were said, +To Queen Kauśalya's bower, and there +Laid him with reverential care. +But while he rested on the bed +Still was his soul disquieted. +In grief he tossed his arms on high +Lamenting with a piteous cry: +“O Rama, Rama,” thus said he, +“My son, thou hast forsaken me. +High bliss awaits those favoured men +Left living in Ayodhya then, +Whose eyes shall see my son once more +Returning when the time is o'er.” +Then came the night, whose hated gloom +Fell on him like the night of doom. +At midnight Daśaratha cried +To Queen Kauśalya by his side: +“I see thee not, Kauśalya; lay +Thy gentle hand in mine, I pray. +When Rama left his home my sight +Went with him, nor returns to-night.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_118.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_118.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e5c874c59a38842a1817da462e8fdac647cd7b95 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_118.txt @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +Canto XLIV. Sumitra's Speech. + +Kauśalya saw the monarch lie +With drooping frame and failing eye, +And for her banished son distressed +With these sad words her lord addressed: +“Kaikeyí, cruel, false, and vile +Has cast the venom of her guile +On Rama lord of men, and she +Will ravage like a snake set free; +And more and more my soul alarm, +Like a dire serpent bent on harm, +For triumph crowns each dark intent, +And Rama to the wild is sent. +Ah, were he doomed but here to stray +Begging his food from day to day, +Or do, enslaved, Kaikeyí's will, +This were a boon, a comfort still. +But she, as chose her cruel hate, +Has hurled him from his high estate, +As Brahmans when the moon is new +Cast to the ground the demons' due.318 +The long-armed hero, like the lord +Of Nagas, with his bow and sword +Begins, I ween, his forest life +With Lakshman and his faithful wife. +Ah, how will fare the exiles now, +Whom, moved by Queen Kaikeyí, thou +Hast sent in forests to abide, +Bred in delights, by woe untried? +Far banished when their lives are young, +With the fair fruit before them hung, +Deprived of all their rank that suits, +How will they live on grain and roots? +O, that my years of woe were passed, +And the glad hour were come at last +When I shall see my children dear, +Rama, his wife, and Lakshman here! +When shall Ayodhya, wild with glee, +Again those mighty heroes see, +And decked with wreaths her banners wave +To welcome home the true and brave? +When will the beautiful city view +With happy eyes the lordly two +Returning, joyful as the main +When the dear moon is full again? +When, like some mighty bull who leads +The cow exulting through the meads, +Will Rama through the city ride, +Strong-armed, with Síta at his side? +When will ten thousand thousand meet +And crowd Ayodhya's royal street, +And grain in joyous welcome throw +Upon my sons who tame the foe? +When with delight shall youthful bands +Of Brahman maidens in their hands +[pg 146] +Bear fruit and flowers in goodly show, +And circling round Ayodhya go? +With ripened judgment of a sage, +And godlike in his blooming age, +When shall my virtuous son appear, +Like kindly rain, our hearts to cheer? +Ah, in a former life, I ween, +This hand of mine, most base and mean, +Has dried the udders of the kine +And left the thirsty calves to pine. +Hence, as the lion robs the cow, +Kaikeyí makes me childless now, +Exulting from her feebler foe +To rend the son she cherished so. +I had but him, in Scripture skilled, +With every grace his soul was filled. +Now not a joy has life to give, +And robbed of him I would not live: +Yea, all my days are dark and drear +If he, my darling, be not near, +And Lakshman brave, my heart to cheer. +As for my son I mourn and yearn, +The quenchless flames of anguish burn +And kill me with the pain, +As in the summer's noontide blaze +The glorious Day-God with his rays +Consumes the parching plain.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_119.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_119.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f56632bb239e2c28ef66eb535dc2e3e029499af0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_119.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XLV. The Tamasa. + +Kauśalya ceased her sad lament, +Of beauteous dames most excellent. +Sumitra who to duty clave, +In righteous words this answer gave: +“Dear Queen, all noble virtues grace +Thy son, of men the first in place. +Why dost thou shed these tears of woe +With bitter grief lamenting so? +If Rama, leaving royal sway +Has hastened to the woods away, +'Tis for his high-souled father's sake +That he his premise may not break. +He to the path of duty clings +Which lordly fruit hereafter brings— +The path to which the righteous cleave— +For him, dear Queen, thou shouldst not grieve. +And Lakshman too, the blameless-souled, +The same high course with him will hold, +And mighty bliss on him shall wait, +So tenderly compassionate. +And Síta, bred with tender care, +Well knows what toils await her there, +But in her love she will not part +From Rama of the virtuous heart. +Now has thy son through all the world +The banner of his fame unfurled; +True, modest, careful of his vow, +What has he left to aim at now? +The sun will mark his mighty soul, +His wisdom, sweetness, self-control, +Will spare from pain his face and limb, +And with soft radiance shine for him. +For him through forest glades shall spring +A soft auspicious breeze, and bring +Its tempered heat and cold to play +Around him ever night and day. +The pure cold moonbeams shall delight +The hero as he sleeps at night, +And soothe him with the soft caress +Of a fond parent's tenderness. +To him, the bravest of the brave, +His heavenly arms the Brahman gave, +When fierce Suvahu dyed the plain +With his life-blood by Rama slain. +Still trusting to his own right arm +Thy hero son will fear no harm: +As in his father's palace, he +In the wild woods will dauntless be. +Whene'er he lets his arrows fly +His stricken foemen fall and die: +And is that prince of peerless worth +Too weak to keep and sway the earth? +His sweet pure soul, his beauty's charm, +His hero heart, his warlike arm, +Will soon redeem his rightful reign +When from the woods he comes again. +The Brahmans on the prince's head +King-making drops shall quickly shed, +And Síta, Earth, and Fortune share +The glories which await the heir. +For him, when forth his chariot swept, +The crowd that thronged Ayodhya wept, +With agonizing woe distressed. +With him in hermít's mantle dressed +In guise of Síta Lakshmí went, +And none his glory may prevent. +Yea, naught to him is high or hard, +Before whose steps, to be his guard, +Lakshman, the best who draws the bow, +With spear, shaft, sword rejoiced to go. +His wanderings in the forest o'er, +Thine eyes shall see thy son once more, +Quit thy faint heart, thy grief dispel, +For this, O Queen, is truth I tell. +Thy son returning, moonlike, thence, +Shall at thy feet do reverence, +And, blest and blameless lady, thou +Shalt see his head to touch them bow, +Yea, thou shalt see thy son made king +When he returns with triumphing, +And how thy happy eyes will brim +With tears of joy to look on him! +Thou, blameless lady, shouldst the whole +Of the sad people here console: +Why in thy tender heart allow +This bitter grief to harbour now? +As the long banks of cloud distil +Their water when they see the hill, +[pg 147] +So shall the drops of rapture run +From thy glad eyes to see thy son +Returning, as he lowly bends +To greet thee, girt by all his friends.” +Thus soothing, kindly eloquent, +With every hopeful argument +Kauśalya's heart by sorrow rent, +Fair Queen Sumitra ceased. +Kauśalya heard each pleasant plea, +And grief began to leave her free, +As the light clouds of autumn flee, +Their watery stores decreased. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_12.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_12.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..36da9e0b4064cdbda88d09e3516292e4f39bbd0d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_12.txt @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +Canto XIII. The Sacrifice Finished. + +Again the spring with genial heat +Returning made the year complete. +To win him sons, without delay +His vow the king resolved to pay: +And to Vaśishṭha, saintly man, +In modest words this speech began: +“Prepare the rite with all things fit +As is ordained in Holy Writ, +And keep with utmost care afar +Whate'er its sacred forms might mar. +Thou art, my lord, my trustiest guide, +Kind-hearted, and my friend beside; +So is it meet thou undertake +This heavy task for duty's sake.” +Then he, of twice-born men the best, +His glad assent at once expressed: +“Fain will I do whate'er may be +Desired, O honoured King, by thee.” +To ancient priests he spoke, who, trained +In holy rites, deep skill had gained: +“Here guards be stationed, good and sage +Religious men of trusted age. +And various workmen send and call, +Who frame the door and build the wall: +With men of every art and trade, +Who read the stars and ply the spade, +[pg 021] +And mimes and minstrels hither bring, +And damsels trained to dance and sing.” +Then to the learned men he said, +In many a page of Scripture read: +“Be yours each rite performed to see +According to the king's decree. +And stranger Brahmans quickly call +To this great rite that welcomes all. +Pavilions for the princes, decked +With art and ornament, erect, +And handsome booths by thousands made +The Brahman visitors to shade, +Arranged in order side by side, +With meat and drink and all supplied. +And ample stables we shall need +For many an elephant and steed: +And chambers where the men may lie, +And vast apartments, broad and high, +Fit to receive the countless bands +Of warriors come from distant lands. +For our own people too provide +Sufficient tents, extended wide, +And stores of meat and drink prepare, +And all that can be needed there. +And food in plenty must be found +For guests from all the country round. +Of various viands presents make, +For honour, not for pity's sake, +That fit regard and worship be +Paid to each caste in due degree. +And let not wish or wrath excite +Your hearts the meanest guest to slight; +But still observe with special grace +Those who obtain the foremost place, +Whether for happier skill in art +Or bearing in the rite their part. +Do you, I pray, with friendly mind +Perform the task to you assigned, +And work the rite, as bids the law, +Without omission, slip, or flaw” +They answered: “As thou seest fit +So will we do and naught omit.” +The sage Vaśiṣṭha then addressed +Sumantra called at his behest: +“The princes of the earth invite, +And famous lords who guard the rite, +Priest, Warrior, Merchant, lowly thrall, +In countless thousands summon all. +Where'er their home be, far or near, +Gather the good with honour here, +And Janak, whose imperial sway +The men of Míthila87 obey. +The firm of vow, the dread of foes, +Who all the lore of Scripture knows, +Invite him here with honour high, +King Daśaratha's old ally. +And Kaśi's88 lord of gentle speech, +Who finds a pleasant word for each, +In length of days our monarch's peer, +Illustrious king, invite him here. +The father of our ruler's bride, +Known for his virtues far and wide, +The king whom Kekaya's89 realms obey, +Him with his son invite, I pray. +And Lomapad the Angas' king, +True to his vows and godlike, bring. +For be thine invitations sent +To west and south and orient. +Call those who rule Surashṭra's90 land, +Suvíra's91 realm and Sindhu's strand, +And all the kings of earth beside +In friendship's bonds with us allied: +Invite them all to hasten in +With retinue and kith and kin.” +Vaśishṭha's speech without delay +Sumantra bent him to obey. +And sent his trusty envoys forth +Eastward and westward, south and north. +Obedient to the saint's request +Himself he hurried forth, and pressed +Each nobler chief and lord and king +To hasten to the gathering. +Before the saint Vaśishṭha stood +All those who wrought with stone and wood, +And showed the work which every one +In furtherance of the rite had done, +Rejoiced their ready zeal to see, +Thus to the craftsmen all said he: +“I charge ye, masters, see to this, +That there be nothing done amiss, +And this, I pray, in mind be borne, +That not one gift ye give in scorn: +Whenever scorn a gift attends +Great sin is his who thus offends.” +And now some days and nights had past, +And kings began to gather fast, +And precious gems in liberal store +As gifts to Daśaratha bore. +Then joy thrilled through Vaśishṭha's breast +As thus the monarch he addressed: +“Obedient to thy high decree +The kings, my lord, are come to thee. +[pg 022] +And it has been my care to greet +And honour all with reverence meet. +Thy servants' task is ended quite, +And all is ready for the rite. +Come forth then to the sacred ground +Where all in order will be found.” +Then Rishyaśring confirmed the tale: +Nor did their words to move him fail. +The stars propitious influence lent +When forth the world's great ruler went. +Then by the sage Vaśishṭha led +The priest begun to speed +Those glorious rites wherein is shed +The lifeblood of the steed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_120.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_120.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aded8d374b52b2584aa4aacc2b983cc7237d9c49 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_120.txt @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +Canto XLVI. The Halt. + +Their tender love the people drew +To follow Rama brave and true, +The high-souled hero, as he went +Forth from his home to banishment. +The king himself his friends obeyed, +And turned him homeward as they prayed. +But yet the people turned not back, +Still close on Rama's chariot track. +For they who in Ayodhya dwelt +For him such fond affection felt, +Decked with all grace and glories high, +The dear full moon of every eye. +Though much his people prayed and wept, +Kakutstha's son his purpose kept, +And still his journey would pursue +To keep the king his father true. +Deep in the hero's bosom sank +Their love, whose signs his glad eye drank. +He spoke to cheer them, as his own +Dear children, in a loving tone: +“If ye would grant my fond desire, +Give Bharat now that love entire +And reverence shown to me by all +Who dwell within Ayodhya's wall. +For he, Kaikeyí's darling son, +His virtuous career will run, +And ever bound by duty's chain +Consult your weal and bliss and gain. +In judgment old, in years a child, +With hero virtues meek and mild, +A fitting lord is he to cheer +His people and remove their fear. +In him all kingly gifts abound, +More noble than in me are found: +Imperial prince, well proved and tried— +Obey him as your lord and guide. +And grant, I pray, the boon I ask: +To please the king be still your task, +That his fond heart, while I remain +Far in the wood, may feel no pain.” +The more he showed his will to tread +The path where filial duty led, +The more the people, round him thronged, +For their dear Rama's empire longed. +Still more attached his followers grew, +As Rama, with his brother, drew +The people with his virtues' ties, +Lamenting all with tear-dimmed eyes. +The saintly twice-born, triply old +In glory, knowledge, seasons told, +With hoary heads that shook and bowed, +Their voices raised and spake aloud: +“O steeds, who best and noblest are, +Who whirl so swiftly Rama's car, +Go not, return: we call on you: +Be to your master kind and true. +For speechless things are swift to hear, +And naught can match a horse's ear, +O generous steeds, return, when thus +You hear the cry of all of us. +Each vow he keeps most firm and sure, +And duty makes his spirit pure. +Back with our chief! not wood-ward hence; +Back to his royal residence!” +Soon as he saw the aged band. +Exclaiming in their misery, stand, +And their sad cries around him rang, +Swift from his chariot Rama sprang. +Then, still upon his journey bent, +With Síta and with Lakshman went +The hero by the old men's side +Suiting to theirs his shortened stride. +He could not pass the twice-born throng +As weariedly they walked along: +With pitying heart, with tender eye, +He could not in his chariot fly. +When the steps of Rama viewed +That still his onward course pursued, +Woe shook the troubled heart of each, +And burnt with grief they spoke this speech— +“With thee, O Rama, to the wood +All Brahmans go and Brahmanhood: +Borne on our aged shoulders, see, +Our fires of worship go with thee. +Bright canopies that lend their shade +In Vajapeya319 rites displayed, +In plenteous store are borne behind +Like cloudlets in the autumn wind. +No shelter from the sun hast thou, +And, lest his fury burn thy brow, +These sacrificial shades we bear +Shall aid thee in the noontide glare. +Our hearts, who ever loved to pore +On sacred text and Vedic lore, +Now all to thee, beloved, turn, +And for a life in forests yearn. +Deep in our aged bosoms lies +The Vedas' lore, the wealth we prize, +There still, like wives at home, shall dwell, +Whose love and truth protect them well. +[pg 148] +To follow thee our hearts are bent; +We need not plan or argument. +All else in duty's law we slight, +For following thee is following right. +O noble Prince, retrace thy way: +O, hear us, Rama, as we lay, +With many tears and many prayers, +Our aged heads and swan-white hairs +Low in the dust before thy feet; +O, hear us, Rama, we entreat. +Full many of these who with thee run, +Their sacred rites had just begun. +Unfinished yet those rites remain; +But finished if thou turn again. +All rooted life and things that move +To thee their deep affection prove. +To them, when warmed by love, they glow +And sue to thee, some favour show, +Each lowly bush, each towering tree +Would follow too for love of thee. +Bound by its root it must remain; +But—all it can—its boughs complain, +As when the wild wind rushes by +It tells its woe in groan and sigh. +No more through air the gay birds flit, +But, foodless, melancholy sit +Together on the branch and call +To thee whose kind heart feels for all.” +As wailed the aged Brahmans, bent +To turn him back, with wild lament, +Seemed Tamasa herself to aid, +Checking his progress, as they prayed. +Sumantra from the chariot freed +With ready hand each weary steed; +He groomed them with the utmost heed, +Their limbs he bathed and dried, +Then led them forth to drink and feed +At pleasure in the grassy mead +That fringed the river side. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_121.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_121.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bd0561c004511e6d79766a014bcf0047639d1e19 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_121.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto XLVII. The Citizens' Return. + +When Rama, chief of Raghu's race, +Arrived at that delightful place, +He looked on Síta first, and then +To Lakshman spake the lord of men: +“Now first the shades of night descend +Since to the wilds our steps we bend. +Joy to thee, brother! do not grieve +For our dear home and all we leave. +The woods unpeopled seem to weep +Around us, as their tenants creep +Or fly to lair and den and nest, +Both bird and beast, to seek their rest. +Methinks Ayodhya's royal town +Where dwells my sire of high renown, +With all her men and dames to-night +Will mourn us vanished from their sight. +For, by his virtues won, they cling +In fond affection to their king, +And thee and me, O brave and true, +And Bharat and Śatrughna too. +I for my sire and mother feel +Deep sorrow o'er my bosom steal, +Lest mourning us, oppressed with fears, +They blind their eyes with endless tears. +Yet Bharat's duteous love will show +Sweet comfort in their hours of woe, +And with kind words their hearts sustain, +Suggesting duty, bliss, and gain. +I mourn my parents now no more: +I count dear Bharat's virtues o'er, +And his kind love and care dispel +The doubts I had, and all is well. +And thou thy duty wouldst not shun, +And, following me, hast nobly done; +Else, bravest, I should need a band +Around my wife as guard to stand. +On this first night, my thirst to slake, +Some water only will I take: +Thus, brother, thus my will decides, +Though varied store the wood provides.” +Thus having said to Lakshman, he +Addressed in turn Sumantra: “Be +Most diligent to-night, my friend, +And with due care thy horses tend.” +The sun had set: Sumantra tied +His noble horses side by side, +Gave store of grass with liberal hand, +And rested near them on the strand. +Each paid the holy evening rite, +And when around them fell the night, +The charioteer, with Lakshman's aid, +A lowly bed for Rama laid. +To Lakshman Rama bade adieu, +And then by Síta's side he threw +His limbs upon the leafy bed +Their care upon the bank had spread. +When Lakshman saw the couple slept, +Still on the strand his watch he kept, +Still with Sumantra there conversed, +And Rama's varied gifts rehearsed. +All night he watched, nor sought repose, +Till on the earth the sun arose: +With him Sumantra stayed awake, +And still of Rama's virtues spake. +Thus, near the river's grassy shore +Which herds unnumbered wandered o'er, +Repose, untroubled, Rama found, +And all the people lay around. +The glorious hero left his bed, +Looked on the sleeping crowd, and said +To Lakshman, whom each lucky line +Marked out for bliss with surest sign: +“O brother Lakshman, look on these +Reclining at the roots of trees; +All care of house and home resigned, +Caring for us with heart and mind, +These people of the city yearn +[pg 149] +To see us to our home return: +To quit their lives will they consent, +But never leave their firm intent. +Come, while they all unconscious sleep, +Let us upon the chariot leap, +And swiftly on our journey speed +Where naught our progress may impede, +That these fond citizens who roam +Far from Ikshvaku's ancient home, +No more may sleep 'neath bush and tree, +Following still for love of me. +A prince with tender care should heal +The self-brought woes his people feel, +And never let his subjects share +The burthen he is forced to bear.” +Then Lakshman to the chief replied, +Who stood like Justice by his side: +“Thy rede, O sage, I well commend: +Without delay the car ascend.” +Then Rama to Sumantra spoke: +“Thy rapid steeds, I pray thee, yoke. +Hence to the forest will I go: +Away, my lord, and be not slow.” +Sumantra, urged to utmost speed, +Yoked to the car each generous steed, +And then, with hand to hand applied, +He came before the chief and cried: +“Hail, Prince, whom mighty arms adorn, +Hail, bravest of the chariot-borne! +With Síta and thy brother thou +Mayst mount: the car is ready now.” +The hero clomb the car with haste: +His bow and gear within were placed, +And quick the eddying flood he passed +Of Tamasa whose waves run fast. +Soon as he touched the farther side, +That strong-armed hero, glorified, +He found a road both wide and clear, +Where e'en the timid naught could fear. +Then, that the crowd might be misled, +Thus Rama to Sumantra said: +“Speed north a while, then hasten back, +Returning in thy former track, +That so the people may not learn +The course I follow: drive and turn.” +Sumantra, at the chief's behest, +Quick to the task himself addressed; +Then near to Rama came, and showed +The chariot ready for the road. +With Síta, then, the princely two, +Who o'er the line of Raghu threw +A glory ever bright and new, +Upon the chariot stood. +Sumantra fast and faster drove +His horses, who in fleetness strove +Still onward to the distant grove, +The hermit-haunted wood. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_122.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_122.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bf12ee7cee18f4041ab17489de95e138b1b94f61 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_122.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto XLVIII. The Women's Lament. + +The people, when the morn shone fair, +Arose to find no Rama there. +Then fear and numbing grief subdued +The senses of the multitude. +The woe-born tears were running fast +As all around their eyes they cast, +And sadly looked, but found no trace +Of Rama, searching every place. +Bereft of Rama good and wise, +With drooping cheer and weeping eyes, +Each woe-distracted sage gave vent +To sorrow in his wild lament: +“Woe worth the sleep that stole our sense +With its beguiling influence, +That now we look in vain for him +Of the broad chest and stalwart limb! +How could the strong-armed hero, thus +Deceiving all, abandon us? +His people so devoted see, +Yet to the woods, a hermit, flee? +How can he, wont our hearts to cheer, +As a fond sire his children dear,— +How can the pride of Raghu's race +Fly from us to some desert place! +Here let us all for death prepare, +Or on the last great journey fare;320 +Of Rama our dear lord bereft, +What profit in our lives is left? +Huge trunks of trees around us lie, +With roots and branches sere and dry, +Come let us set these logs on fire +And throw our bodies on the pyre. +What shall we speak? How can we say +We followed Rama on his way, +The mighty chief whose arm is strong, +Who sweetly speaks, who thinks no wrong? +Ayodhya's town with sorrow dumb, +Without our lord will see us come, +And hopeless misery will strike +Elder, and child, and dame alike. +Forth with that peerless chief we came, +Whose mighty heart is aye the same: +How, reft of him we love, shall we +Returning dare that town to see?” +Complaining thus with varied cry +They tossed their aged arms on high, +And their sad hearts with grief were wrung, +Like cows who sorrow for their young. +A while they followed on the road +Which traces of his chariot showed, +But when at length those traces failed, +A deep despair their hearts assailed. +[pg 150] +The chariot marks no more discerned, +The hopeless sages backward turned: +“Ah, what is this? What can we more? +Fate stops the way, and all is o'er.” +With wearied hearts, in grief and shame +They took the road by which they came, +And reached Ayodhya's city, where +From side to side was naught but care. +With troubled spirits quite cast down +They looked upon the royal town, +And from their eyes, oppressed with woe, +Their tears again began to flow. +Of Rama reft, the city wore +No look of beauty as before, +Like a dull river or a lake +By Garuḍ robbed of every snake. +Dark, dismal as the moonless sky, +Or as a sea whose bed is dry, +So sad, to every pleasure dead, +They saw the town, disquieted. +On to their houses, high and vast, +Where stores of precious wealth were massed, +The melancholy Brahmans passed, +Their hearts with anguish cleft: +Aloof from all, they came not near +To stranger or to kinsman dear, +Showing in faces blank and drear +That not one joy was left. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_123.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_123.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b0e30f91c3be093a8688dd46d4623dca87e1f87 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_123.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +Canto XLIX. The Crossing Of The Rivers. + +When those who forth with Rama went +Back to the town their steps had bent, +It seemed that death had touched and chilled +Those hearts which piercing sorrow filled. +Each to his several mansion came, +And girt by children and his dame, +From his sad eyes the water shed +That o'er his cheek in torrents spread. +All joy was fled: oppressed with cares +No bustling trader showed his wares. +Each shop had lost its brilliant look, +Each householder forbore to cook. +No hand with joy its earnings told, +None cared to win a wealth of gold, +And scarce the youthful mother smiled +To see her first, her new-born child. +In every house a woman wailed, +And her returning lord assailed +With keen taunt piercing like the steel +That bids the tusked monster kneel: +“What now to them is wedded dame, +What house and home and dearest aim, +Or son, or bliss, or gathered store, +Whose eyes on Rama look no more! +There is but one in all the earth, +One man alone of real worth, +Lakshman, who follows, true and good, +Rama, with Síta, through the wood. +Made holy for all time we deem +Each pool and fountain, lake and stream, +If great Kakutstha's son shall choose +Their water for his bath to use. +Each forest, dark with lovely trees, +Shall yearn Kakutstha's son to please; +Each mountain peak and woody hill, +Each mighty flood and mazy rill, +Each rocky height, each shady grove +Where the blest feet of Rama rove, +Shall gladly welcome with the best +Of all they have their honoured guest. +The trees that clustering blossoms bear, +And bright-hued buds to gem their hair, +The heart of Rama shall delight, +And cheer him on the breezy height. +For him the upland slopes will show +The fairest roots and fruit that grow, +And all their wealth before him fling +Ere the due hour of ripening. +For him each earth-upholding hill +Its crystal water shall distil, +And all its floods shall be displayed +In many a thousand-hued cascade. +Where Rama stands is naught to fear, +No danger comes if he be near; +For all who live on him depend, +The world's support, and lord, and friend. +Ere in too distant wilds he stray, +Let us to Rama speed away, +For rich reward on those will wait +Who serve a prince of soul so great. +We will attend on Síta there; +Be Raghu's son your special care.” +The city dames, with grief distressed, +Thus once again their lords addressed: +“Rama shall be your guard and guide, +And Síta will for us provide. +For who would care to linger here, +Where all is sad and dark and drear? +Who, mid the mourners, hope for bliss +In a poor soulless town like this? +If Queen Kaikeyí's treacherous sin, +Our lord expelled, the kingdom win, +We heed not sons or golden store, +Our life itself we prize no more. +If she, seduced by lust of sway, +Her lord and son could cast away, +Whom would she leave unharmed, the base +Defiler of her royal race? +We swear it by our children dear, +We will not dwell as servants here; +If Queen Kaikeyí live to reign, +We will not in her realm remain. +Bowed down by her oppressive hand, +The helpless, lordless, godless land, +Cursed for Kaikeyí's guilt will fall, +And swift destruction seize it all. +[pg 151] +For, Rama forced from home to fly, +The king his sire will surely die, +And when the king has breathed his last +Ruin will doubtless follow fast. +Sad, robbed of merits, drug the cup +And drink the poisoned mixture up, +Or share the exiled Rama's lot, +Or seek some land that knows her not. +No reason, but a false pretence +Drove Rama, Síta, Lakshman hence, +And we to Bharat have been given +Like cattle to the shambles driven.” +While in each house the women, pained +At loss of Rama, still complained, +Sank to his rest the Lord of Day, +And night through all the sky held sway. +The fires of worship all were cold, +No text was hummed, no tale was told, +And shades of midnight gloom came down +Enveloping the mournful town. +Still, sick at heart, the women shed, +As for a son or husband fled, +For Rama tears, disquieted: +No child was loved as he. +And all Ayodhya, where the feast, +Music, and song, and dance had ceased, +And merriment and glee, +Where every merchant's store was closed +That erst its glittering wares exposed, +Was like a dried up sea. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_124.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_124.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97bc7d3c1f4760948bcaa0365c90b7d88f607c60 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_124.txt @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +Canto L. The Halt Under The Ingudí.322 + +Now Rama, ere the night was fled, +O'er many a league of road had sped, +Till, as his course he onward held, +The morn the shades of night dispelled. +The rites of holy dawn he paid, +And all the country round surveyed. +He saw, as still he hurried through +With steeds which swift as arrows flew, +Hamlets and groves with blossoms fair, +And fields which showed the tillers' care, +While from the clustered dwellings near +The words of peasants reached his ear: +“Fie on our lord the king, whose soul +Is yielded up to love's control! +Fie on the vile Kaikeyí! Shame +On that malicious sinful dame, +Who, keenly bent on cruel deeds, +No bounds of right and virtue heeds, +But with her wicked art has sent +So good a prince to banishment, +Wise, tender-hearted, ruling well +His senses, in the woods to dwell. +Ah cruel king! his heart of steel +For his own son no love could feel, +Who with the sinless Rama parts, +The darling of the people's hearts.” +These words he heard the peasants say, +Who dwelt in hamlets by the way, +And, lord of all the realm by right, +Through Kośala pursued his flight. +Through the auspicious flood, at last, +Of Vedaśrutí's stream he passed, +And onward to the place he sped +By Saint Agastya tenanted. +Still on for many an hour he hied, +And crossed the stream whose cooling tide +Rolls onward till she meets the sea, +The herd-frequented Gomatí.321 +Borne by his rapid horses o'er, +He reached that river's further shore. +And Syandika's, whose swan-loved stream +Resounded with the peacock's scream. +Then as he journeyed on his road +To his Videhan bride he showed +The populous land which Manu old +To King Ikshvaku gave to hold. +The glorious prince, the lord of men +Looked on the charioteer, and then +Voiced like a wild swan, loud and clear, +He spake these words and bade him hear: +“When shall I, with returning feet +My father and my mother meet? +When shall I lead the hunt once more +In bloomy woods on Sarjú's shore? +Most eagerly I long to ride +Urging the chase on Sarjú's side. +For royal saints have seen no blame +In this, the monarch's matchless game.” +Thus speeding on,—no rest or stay,— +Ikshvaku's son pursued his way. +Oft his sweet voice the silence broke, +And thus on varied themes he spoke. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_125.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_125.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef0776023f96862b05844c7e65d12ce545fdd0f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_125.txt @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +Canto LI. Lakshman's Lament. + +So through the wide and fair extent +Of Kośala the hero went. +Then toward Ayodhya back he gazed, +And cried, with suppliant hands upraised: +“Farewell, dear city, first in place, +Protected by Kakutstha's race! +And Gods, who in thy temples dwell, +And keep thine ancient citadel! +I from his debt my sire will free, +Thy well-loved towers again will see, +And, coming from my wild retreat, +My mother and my father meet.” +[pg 152] +Then burning grief inflamed his eye, +As his right arm he raised on high, +And, while hot tears his cheek bedewed, +Addressed the mournful multitude: +“By love and tender pity moved, +Your love for me you well have proved; +Now turn again with joy, and win +Success in all your hands begin.” +Before the high souled chief they bent, +With circling steps around him went, +And then with bitter wailing, they +Departed each his several way. +Like the great sun engulfed by night, +The hero sped beyond their sight, +While still the people mourned his fate +And wept aloud disconsolate. +The car-borne chieftain passed the bound +Of Kośala's delightful ground, +Where grain and riches bless the land, +And people give with liberal hand: +A lovely realm unvexed by fear, +Where countless shrines and stakes323 appear: +Where mango-groves and gardens grow, +And streams of pleasant water flow: +Where dwells content a well-fed race, +And countless kine the meadows grace: +Filled with the voice of praise and prayer: +Each hamlet worth a monarch's care. +Before him three-pathed Ganga rolled +Her heavenly waters bright and cold; +O'er her pure breast no weeds were spread, +Her banks were hermit-visited. +The car-borne hero saw the tide +That ran with eddies multiplied, +And thus the charioteer addressed: +“Here on the bank to-day we rest. +Not distant from the river, see! +There grows a lofty Ingudí +With blossoms thick on every spray: +There rest we, charioteer, to-day. +I on the queen of floods will gaze, +Whose holy stream has highest praise, +Where deer, and bird, and glittering snake, +God, Daitya, bard their pastime take.” +Sumantra, Lakshman gave assent, +And with the steeds they thither went. +When Rama reached the lovely tree, +With Síta and with Lakshman, he +Alighted from the car: with speed +Sumantra loosed each weary steed. +And, hand to hand in reverence laid, +Stood near to Rama in the shade. +Rama's dear friend, renowned by fame, +Who of Nishada lineage came, +Guha, the mighty chief, adored +Through all the land as sovereign lord, +Soon as he heard that prince renowned +Was resting on Nishada ground, +Begirt by counsellor and peer +And many an honoured friend drew near. +Soon as the monarch came in view, +Rama and Lakshman toward him flew. +Then Guha, at the sight distressed, +His arms around the hero pressed, +Laid both his hands upon his head +Bowed to those lotus feet, and said: +“O Rama, make thy wishes known, +And be this kingdom as thine own. +Who, mighty-armed, will ever see +A guest so dear as thou to me?” +He placed before him dainty fare +Of every flavour, rich and rare, +Brought forth the gift for honoured guest, +And thus again the chief addressed: +“Welcome, dear Prince, whose arms are strong; +These lands and all to thee belong. +Thy servants we, our lord art thou; +Begin, good king, thine empire now. +See, various food before thee placed, +And cups to drink and sweets to taste +For thee soft beds are hither borne, +And for thy horses grass and corn.” +To Guha as he pressed and prayed, +Thus Raghu's son his answer made: +“'Twas aye thy care my heart to please +With honour, love, and courtesies, +And friendship brings thee now to greet +Thy guest thus humbly on thy feet.” +Again the hero spake, as round +The king his shapely arms he wound: +“Guha, I see that all is well +With thee and those who with thee dwell; +That health and bliss and wealth attend +Thy realm, thyself, and every friend. +But all these friendly gifts of thine, +Bound to refuse, I must decline. +Grass, bark, and hide my only wear, +And woodland roots and fruit my fare, +On duty all my heart is set; +I seek the woods, an anchoret. +A little grass and corn to feed +The horses—this is all I need. +So by this favour, King, alone +Shall honour due to me be shown. +For these good steeds who brought me here +Are to my sire supremely dear; +And kind attention paid to these +Will honour me and highly please.” +Then Guha quickly bade his train +Give water to the steeds, and grain. +And Rama, ere the night grew dark, +Paid evening rites in dress of bark, +And tasted water, on the strand, +Drawn from the stream by Lakshman's hand. +And Lakshman with observance meet +Bathed his beloved brother's feet, +[pg 153] +Who rested with his Maithil spouse: +Then sat him down 'neath distant boughs. +And Guha with his bow sat near +To Lakshman and the charioteer, +And with the prince conversing kept +His faithful watch while Rama slept. +As Daśaratha's glorious heir, +Of lofty soul and wisdom rare, +Reclining with his Síta there +Beside the river lay— +He who no troubles e'er had seen, +Whose life a life of bliss had been— +That night beneath the branches green +Passed pleasantly away. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_126.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_126.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..abf7f08aa8d83ea62ec88c258f1053e1dfe24a89 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_126.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +Canto LII. The Crossing Of Ganga. + +As Lakshman still his vigil held +By unaffected love impelled, +Guha, whose heart the sight distressed, +With words like these the prince addressed: +“Beloved youth, this pleasant bed +Was brought for thee, for thee is spread; +On this, my Prince, thine eyelids close, +And heal fatigue with sweet repose. +My men are all to labour trained, +But hardship thou hast ne'er sustained. +All we this night our watch will keep +And guard Kakutstha's son asleep. +In all the world there breathes not one +More dear to me than Raghu's son. +The words I speak, heroic youth, +Are true: I swear it by my truth. +Through his dear grace supreme renown +Will, so I trust, my wishes crown. +So shall my life rich store obtain +Of merit, blest with joy and gain. +While Raghu's son and Síta lie +Entranced in happy slumber, I +Will, with my trusty bow in hand, +Guard my dear friend with all my band. +To me, who oft these forests range, +Is naught therein or new or strange. +We could with equal might oppose +A four-fold army led by foes.” +Then royal Lakshman made reply: +“With thee to stand as guardian nigh, +Whose faithful soul regards the right, +Fearless we well might rest to-night. +But how, when Rama lays his head +With Síta on his lowly bed,— +How can I sleep? how can I care +For life, or aught that's bright and fair? +Behold the conquering chief, whose might +Is match for Gods and fiends in fight; +With Síta now he rests his head +Asleep on grass beneath him spread. +Won by devotion, text, and prayer, +And many a rite performed with care, +Chief of our father's sons he shines +Well marked, like him, with favouring signs. +Brief, brief the monarch's life will be +Now his dear son is forced to flee; +And quickly will the widowed state +Mourn for her lord disconsolate. +Each mourner there has wept her fill; +The cries of anguish now are still: +In the king's hall each dame, o'ercome +With weariness of woe is dumb. +This first sad night of grief, I ween, +Will do to death each sorrowing queen: +Scarce is Kauśalya left alive; +My mother, too, can scarce survive. +If when her heart is fain to break, +She lingers for Śatrughna's sake, +Kauśalya, mother of the chief, +Must sink beneath the chilling grief. +That town which countless thousands fill, +Whose hearts with love of Rama thrill,— +The world's delight, so rich and fair,— +Grieved for the king, his death will share. +The hopes he fondly cherished, crossed +Ayodhya's throne to Rama lost,— +With mournful cries, Too late, too late! +The king my sire will meet his fate. +And when my sire has passed away, +Most happy in their lot are they, +Allowed, with every pious care, +Part in his funeral rites to bear. +And O, may we with joy at last,— +These years of forest exile past,— +Turn to Ayodhya's town to dwell +With him who keeps his promise well!” +While thus the hero mighty-souled, +In wild lament his sorrow told, +Faint with the load that on him lay, +The hours of darkness passed away. +As thus the prince, impelled by zeal +For his loved brother, prompt to feel +Strong yearnings for the people's weal, +His words of truth outspake, +King Guha grieved to see his woe, +Heart-stricken, gave his tears to flow, +Tormented by the common blow, +Sad, as a wounded snake. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_127.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_127.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..eeb0266f08d829aead098e068f8771b4c7e64a03 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_127.txt @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ +Canto LIII. Rama's Lament. + +Soon as the shades of night had fled, +Uprising from his lowly bed, +Rama the famous, broad of chest, +His brother Lakshman thus addressed: +“Now swift upsprings the Lord of Light, +And fled is venerable night. +[pg 154] +That dark-winged bird the Koïl now +Is calling from the topmost bough, +And sounding from the thicket nigh +Is heard the peacock's early cry. +Come, cross the flood that seeks the sea, +The swiftly flowing Jahnaví.”324 +King Guha heard his speech, agreed, +And called his minister with speed: +“A boat,” he cried, “swift, strong, and fair, +With rudder, oars, and men, prepare, +And place it ready by the shore +To bear the pilgrims quickly o'er.” +Thus Guha spake: his followers all +Bestirred them at their master's call; +Then told the king that ready manned +A gay boat waited near the strand. +Then Guha, hand to hand applied, +With reverence thus to Rama cried: +“The boat is ready by the shore: +How, tell me, can I aid thee more? +O lord of men, it waits for thee +To cross the flood that seeks the sea. +O godlike keeper of thy vow, +Embark: the boat is ready now.” +Then Rama, lord of glory high, +Thus to King Guha made reply: +“Thanks for thy gracious care, my lord: +Now let the gear be placed on board.” +Each bow-armed chief, in mail encased, +Bound sword and quiver to his waist, +And then with Síta near them hied +Down the broad river's shelving side. +Then with raised palms the charioteer, +In lowly reverence drawing near, +Cried thus to Rama good and true: +“Now what remains for me to do?” +With his right hand, while answering +The hero touched his friend: +“Go back,” he said, “and on the king +With watchful care attend. +Thus far, Sumantra, thou wast guide; +Now to Ayodhya turn,” he cried: +“Hence seek we leaving steeds and car, +On foot the wood that stretches far.” +Sumantra, when, with grieving heart, +He heard the hero bid him part, +Thus to the bravest of the brave, +Ikshvaku's son, his answer gave: +“In all the world men tell of naught, +To match thy deed, by heroes wrought— +Thus with thy brother and thy wife +Thrall-like to lead a forest life. +No meet reward of fruit repays +Thy holy lore, thy saintlike days, +Thy tender soul, thy love of truth, +If woe like this afflicts thy youth. +Thou, roaming under forest boughs +With thy dear brother and thy spouse +Shalt richer meed of glory gain +Than if three worlds confessed thy reign. +Sad is our fate, O Rama: we, +Abandoned and repelled by thee, +Must serve as thralls Kaikeyí's will, +Imperious, wicked, born to ill.” +Thus cried the faithful charioteer, +As Raghu's son, in rede his peer, +Was fast departing on his road,— +And long his tears of anguish flowed. +But Rama, when those tears were dried +His lips with water purified, +And in soft accents, sweet and clear, +Again addressed the charioteer: +“I find no heart, my friend, like thine, +So faithful to Ikshvaku's line. +Still first in view this object keep, +That ne'er for me my sire may weep. +For he, the world's far-ruling king, +Is old, and wild with sorrow's sting; +With love's great burthen worn and weak: +Deem this the cause that thus I speak +Whate'er the high-souled king decrees +His loved Kaikeyí's heart to please, +Yea, be his order what it may, +Without demur thou must obey, +For this alone great monarchs reign, +That ne'er a wish be formed in vain. +Then, O Sumantra, well provide +That by no check the king be tried: +Nor let his heart in sorrow pine: +This care, my faithful friend, be thine. +The honoured king my father greet, +And thus for me my words repeat +To him whose senses are controlled, +Untired till now by grief, and old; +“I, Síta, Lakshman sorrow not, +O Monarch, for our altered lot: +The same to us, if here we roam, +Or if Ayodhya be our home, +The fourteen years will quickly fly, +The happy hour will soon be nigh +When thou, my lord, again shalt see +Lakshman, the Maithil dame, and me.” +Thus having soothed, O charioteer, +My father and my mother dear, +Let all the queens my message learn, +But to Kaikeyí chiefly turn. +With loving blessings from the three, +From Lakshman, Síta, and from me, +My mother, Queen Kauśalya, greet +With reverence to her sacred feet. +And add this prayer of mine: “O King; +Send quickly forth and Bharat bring, +And set him on the royal throne +Which thy decree has made his own. +When he upon the throne is placed, +When thy fond arms are round him laced, +Thine aged heart will cease to ache +With bitter pangs for Rama's sake.” +[pg 155] +And say to Bharat: “See thou treat +The queens with all observance meet: +What care the king receives, the same +Show thou alike to every dame. +Obedience to thy father's will +Who chooses thee the throne to fill, +Will earn for thee a store of bliss +Both in the world to come and this.’ ” +Thus Rama bade Sumantra go +With thoughtful care instructed so. +Sumantra all his message heard, +And spake again, by passion stirred: +“O, should deep feeling mar in aught +The speech by fond devotion taught, +Forgive whate'er I wildly speak: +My love is strong, my tongue is weak. +How shall I, if deprived of thee, +Return that mournful town to see: +Where sick at heart the people are +Because their Rama roams afar. +Woe will be theirs too deep to brook +When on the empty car they look, +As when from hosts, whose chiefs are slain, +One charioteer comes home again. +This very day, I ween, is food +Forsworn by all the multitude, +Thinking that thou, with hosts to aid, +Art dwelling in the wild wood's shade. +The great despair, the shriek of woe +They uttered when they saw thee go, +Will, when I come with none beside, +A hundred-fold be multiplied. +How to Kauśalya can I say: +“O Queen, I took thy son away, +And with thy brother left him well: +Weep not for him; thy woe dispel?” +So false a tale I cannot frame, +Yet how speak truth and grieve the dame? +How shall these horses, fleet and bold, +Whom not a hand but mine can hold, +Bear others, wont to whirl the car +Wherein Ikshvaku's children are! +Without thee, Prince, I cannot, no, +I cannot to Ayodhya go. +Then deign, O Rama, to relent, +And let me share thy banishment. +But if no prayers can move thy heart, +If thou wilt quit me and depart, +The flames shall end my car and me, +Deserted thus and reft of thee. +In the wild wood when foes are near, +When dangers check thy vows austere, +Borne in my car will I attend, +All danger and all care to end. +For thy dear sake I love the skill +That guides the steed and curbs his will: +And soon a forest life will be +As pleasant, for my love of thee. +And if these horses near thee dwell, +And serve thee in the forest well, +They, for their service, will not miss +The due reward of highest bliss. +Thine orders, as with thee I stray, +Will I with heart and head obey, +Prepared, for thee, without a sigh, +To lose Ayodhya or the sky. +As one defiled with hideous sin, +I never more can pass within +Ayodhya, city of our king, +Unless beside me thee I bring. +One wish is mine, I ask no more, +That, when thy banishment is o'er +I in my car may bear my lord, +Triumphant, to his home restored. +The fourteen years, if spent with thee, +Will swift as light-winged moments flee; +But the same years, without thee told, +Were magnified a hundred-fold. +Do not, kind lord, thy servant leave, +Who to his master's son would cleave, +And the same path with him pursue, +Devoted, tender, just and true.” +Again, again Sumantra made +His varied plaint, and wept and prayed. +Him Raghu's son, whose tender breast +Felt for his servants, thus addressed: +“O faithful servant, well my heart +Knows how attached and true thou art. +Hear thou the words I speak, and know +Why to the town I bid thee go. +Soon as Kaikeyí, youngest queen, +Thy coming to the town has seen, +No doubt will then her mind oppress +That Rama roams the wilderness. +And so the dame, her heart content +With proof of Rama's banishment, +Will doubt the virtuous king no more +As faithless to the oath he swore. +Chief of my cares is this, that she, +Youngest amid the queens, may see +Bharat her son securely reign +O'er rich Ayodhya's wide domain. +For mine and for the monarch's sake +Do thou thy journey homeward take, +And, as I bade, repeat each word +That from my lips thou here hast heard.” +Thus spake the prince, and strove to cheer +The sad heart of the charioteer, +And then to royal Guha said +These words most wise and spirited: +“Guha, dear friend, it is not meet +That people throng my calm retreat: +For I must live a strict recluse, +And mould my life by hermits' use. +I now the ancient rule accept +By good ascetics gladly kept. +I go: bring fig-tree juice that I +In matted coils my hair may tie.” +Quick Guha hastened to produce, +For the king's son, that sacred juice. +Then Rama of his long locks made, +And Lakshman's too, the hermit braid. +[pg 156] +And the two royal brothers there +With coats of bark and matted hair, +Transformed in lovely likeness stood +To hermit saints who love the wood. +So Rama, with his brother bold, +A pious anchorite enrolled, +Obeyed the vow which hermits take, +And to his friend, King Guha, spake: +“May people, treasure, army share, +And fenced forts, thy constant care: +Attend to all: supremely hard +The sovereign's task, to watch and guard.” +Ikshvaku's son, the good and brave, +This last farewell to Guha gave, +And then, with Lakshman and his bride, +Determined, on his way he hied. +Soon as he viewed, upon the shore, +The bark prepared to waft them o'er +Impetuous Ganga's rolling tide, +To Lakshman thus the chieftain cried: +“Brother, embark; thy hand extend, +Thy gentle aid to Síta lend: +With care her trembling footsteps guide, +And place the lady by thy side.” +When Lakshman heard, prepared to aid, +His brother's words he swift obeyed. +Within the bark he placed the dame, +Then to her side the hero came. +Next Lakshman's elder brother, lord +Of brightest glory, when on board, +Breathing a prayer for blessings, meet +For priest or warrior to repeat, +Then he and car-borne Lakshman bent, +Well-pleased, their heads, most reverent, +Their hands, with Síta, having dipped, +As Scripture bids, and water sipped, +Farewell to wise Sumantra said, +And Guha, with the train he led. +So Rama took, on board, his stand, +And urged the vessel from the land. +Then swift by vigorous arms impelled +Her onward course the vessel held, +And guided by the helmsman through +The dashing waves of Ganga flew. +Half way across the flood they came, +When Síta, free from spot and blame, +Her reverent hands together pressed, +The Goddess of the stream addressed: +“May the great chieftain here who springs +From Daśaratha, best of kings, +Protected by thy care, fulfil +His prudent father's royal will. +When in the forest he has spent +His fourteen years of banishment, +With his dear brother and with me +His home again my lord shall see. +Returning on that blissful day, +I will to thee mine offerings pay, +Dear Queen, whose waters gently flow, +Who canst all blessed gifts bestow. +For, three-pathed Queen, though wandering here, +Thy waves descend from Brahma's sphere, +Spouse of the God o'er floods supreme, +Though rolling here thy glorious stream. +To thee, fair Queen, my head shall bend, +To thee shall hymns of praise ascend, +When my brave lord shall turn again, +And, joyful, o'er his kingdom reign. +To win thy grace, O Queen divine, +A hundred thousand fairest kine, +And precious robes and finest meal +Among the Brahmans will I deal. +A hundred jars of wine shall flow, +When to my home, O Queen, I go; +With these, and flesh, and corn, and rice, +Will I, delighted, sacrifice. +Each hallowed spot, each holy shrine +That stands on these fair shores of thine, +Each fane and altar on thy banks +Shall share my offerings and thanks. +With me and Lakshman, free from harm, +May he the blameless, strong of arm, +Reseek Ayodhya from the wild, +O blameless Lady undefiled!” +As, praying for her husband's sake, +The faultless dame to Ganga spake, +To the right bank the vessel flew +With her whose heart was right and true. +Soon as the bark had crossed the wave, +The lion leader of the brave, +Leaving the vessel on the strand, +With wife and brother leapt to land. +Then Rama thus the prince addressed +Who filled with joy Sumitra's breast: +“Be thine alike to guard and aid +In peopled spot, in lonely shade. +Do thou, Sumitra's son, precede: +Let Síta walk where thou shalt lead. +Behind you both my place shall be, +To guard the Maithil dame and thee. +For she, to woe a stranger yet, +No toil or grief till now has met; +The fair Videhan will assay +The pains of forest life to-day. +To-day her tender feet must tread +Rough rocky wilds around her spread: +No tilth is there, no gardens grow, +No crowding people come and go.” +The hero ceased: and Lakshman led +Obedient to the words he said: +And Síta followed him, and then +Came Raghu's pride, the lord of men. +With Síta walking o'er the sand +They sought the forest, bow in hand, +But still their lingering glances threw +Where yet Sumantra stood in view. +Sumantra, when his watchful eye +The royal youths no more could spy, +Turned from the spot whereon he stood +Homeward with Guha from the wood. +[pg 157] +Still on the brothers forced their way +Where sweet birds sang on every spray, +Though scarce the eye a path could find +Mid flowering trees where creepers twined. +Far on the princely brothers pressed, +And stayed their feet at length to rest +Beneath a fig tree's mighty shade +With countless pendent shoots displayed. +Reclining there a while at ease, +They saw, not far, beneath fair trees +A lake with many a lotus bright +That bore the name of Lovely Sight. +Rama his wife's attention drew, +And Lakshman's, to the charming view: +“Look, brother, look how fair the flood +Glows with the lotus, flower and bud!” +They drank the water fresh and clear, +And with their shafts they slew a deer. +A fire of boughs they made in haste, +And in the flame the meat they placed. +So Raghu's sons with Síta shared +The hunter's meal their hands prepared, +Then counselled that the spreading tree +Their shelter and their home should be. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_128.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_128.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b92f9cdf37c5fc1b4dc49b973ad36d10d50f7e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_128.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto LIV. Bharadvaja's Hermitage. + +When evening rites were duly paid, +Reclined beneath the leafy shade, +To Lakshman thus spake Rama, best +Of those who glad a people's breast: +“Now the first night has closed the day +That saw us from our country stray, +And parted from the charioteer; +Yet grieve not thou, my brother dear. +Henceforth by night, when others sleep, +Must we our careful vigil keep, +Watching for Síta's welfare thus, +For her dear life depends on us. +Bring me the leaves that lie around, +And spread them here upon the ground, +That we on lowly beds may lie, +And let in talk the night go by.” +So on the ground with leaves o'erspread, +He who should press a royal bed, +Rama with Lakshman thus conversed, +And many a pleasant tale rehearsed: +“This night the king,” he cried, “alas! +In broken sleep will sadly pass. +Kaikeyí now content should be, +For mistress of her wish is she. +So fiercely she for empire yearns, +That when her Bharat home returns, +She in her greed, may even bring +Destruction on our lord the king. +What can he do, in feeble eld, +Reft of all aid and me expelled, +His soul enslaved by love, a thrall +Obedient to Kaikeyí's call? +As thus I muse upon his woe +And all his wisdoms overthrow, +Love is, methinks, of greater might +To stir the heart than gain and right. +For who, in wisdom's lore untaught, +Could by a beauty's prayer be bought +To quit his own obedient son, +Who loves him, as my sire has done! +Bharat, Kaikeyí's child, alone +Will, with his wife, enjoy the throne, +And blissfully his rule maintain +O'er happy Kośala's domain. +To Bharat's single lot will fall +The kingdom and the power and all, +When fails the king from length of days, +And Rama in the forest strays. +Whoe'er, neglecting right and gain, +Lets conquering love his soul enchain, +To him, like Daśaratha's lot, +Comes woe with feet that tarry not. +Methinks at last the royal dame, +Dear Lakshman, has secured her aim, +To see at once her husband dead, +Her son enthroned, and Rama fled. +Ah me! I fear, lest borne away +By frenzy of success, she slay +Kauśalya, through her wicked hate +Of me, bereft, disconsolate; +Or her who aye for me has striven +Sumitra, to devotion given. +Hence, Lakshman, to Ayodhya speed, +Returning in the hour of need. +With Síta I my steps will bend +Where Danḍak's mighty woods extend. +No guardian has Kauśalya now: +O, be her friend and guardian thou. +Strong hate may vile Kaikeyí lead +To many a base unrighteous deed, +Treading my mother 'neath her feet +When Bharat holds the royal seat. +Sure in some antenatal time +Were children, by Kauśalya's crime, +Torn from their mothers' arms away, +And hence she mourns this evil day. +She for her child no toil would spare +Tending me long with pain and care; +Now in the hour of fruitage she +Has lost that son, ah, woe is me. +O Lakshman, may no matron e'er +A son so doomed to sorrow bear +As I, my mother's heart who rend +With anguish that can never end. +The Sarika,325 methinks, possessed +More love than glows in Rama's breast. +Who, as the tale is told to us, +Addressed the stricken parrot thus: +[pg 158] +“Parrot, the capturer's talons tear, +While yet alone thou flutterest there, +Before his mouth has closed on me:” +So cried the bird, herself to free. +Reft of her son, in childless woe, +My mother's tears for ever flow: +Ill-fated, doomed with grief to strive, +What aid can she from me derive? +Pressed down by care, she cannot rise +From sorrow's flood wherein she lies. +In righteous wrath my single arm +Could, with my bow, protect from harm +Ayodhya's town and all the earth: +But what is hero prowess worth? +Lest breaking duty's law I sin, +And lose the heaven I strive to win, +The forest life today I choose, +And kingly state and power refuse.” +Thus mourning in that lonely spot +The troubled chief bewailed his lot, +And filled with tears, his eyes ran o'er; +Then silent sat, and spake no more. +To him, when ceased his loud lament, +Like fire whose brilliant might is spent, +Or the great sea when sleeps the wave, +Thus Lakshman consolation gave: +“Chief of the brave who bear the bow, +E'en now Ayodhya, sunk in woe, +By thy departure reft of light +Is gloomy as the moonless night. +Unfit it seems that thou, O chief, +Shouldst so afflict thy soul with grief, +So with thou Síta's heart consign +To deep despair as well as mine. +Not I, O Raghu's son, nor she +Could live one hour deprived of thee: +We were, without thine arm to save, +Like fish deserted by the wave. +Although my mother dear to meet, +Śatrughna, and the king, were sweet, +On them, or heaven, to feed mine eye +Were nothing, if thou wert not by.” +Sitting at ease, their glances fell +Upon the beds, constructed well, +And there the sons of virtue laid +Their limbs beneath the fig tree's shade. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_129.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_129.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..85e6801d72c300d040c5e669b181631e763a259c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_129.txt @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +Canto LV. The Passage Of Yamuna. + +So there that night the heroes spent +Under the boughs that o'er them bent, +And when the sun his glory spread, +Upstarting, from the place they sped. +On to that spot they made their way, +Through the dense wood that round them lay, +Where Yamuna's326 swift waters glide +To blend with Ganga's holy tide. +Charmed with the prospect ever new +The glorious heroes wandered through +Full many a spot of pleasant ground, +Rejoicing as they gazed around, +With eager eye and heart at ease, +On countless sorts of flowery trees. +And now the day was half-way sped +When thus to Lakshman Rama said: +“There, there, dear brother, turn thine eyes; +See near Prayag327 that smoke arise: +The banner of our Lord of Flames +The dwelling of some saint proclaims. +Near to the place our steps we bend +Where Yamuna and Ganga blend. +I hear and mark the deafening roar +When chafing floods together pour. +See, near us on the ground are left +Dry logs, by labouring woodmen cleft, +And the tall trees, that blossom near +Saint Bharadvaja's home, appear.” +The bow-armed princes onward passed, +And as the sun was sinking fast +They reached the hermit's dwelling, set +Near where the rushing waters met. +The presence of the warrior scared +The deer and birds as on he fared, +And struck them with unwonted awe: +Then Bharadvaja's cot they saw. +The high-souled hermit soon they found +Girt by his dear disciples round: +Calm saint, whose vows had well been wrought, +Whose fervent rites keen sight had bought. +Duly had flames of worship blazed +When Rama on the hermit gazed: +His suppliant hands the hero raised, +Drew nearer to the holy man +With his companions, and began, +Declaring both his name and race +And why they sought that distant place: +“Saint, Daśaratha's children we, +Rama and Lakshman, come to thee. +This my good wife from Janak springs, +The best of fair Videha's kings; +Through lonely wilds, a faultless dame, +To this pure grove with me she came. +My younger brother follows still +Me banished by my father's will: +Sumitra's son, bound by a vow,— +He roams the wood beside me now. +Sent by my father forth to rove, +We seek, O Saint, some holy grove, +Where lives of hermits we may lead, +And upon fruits and berries feed.” +When Bharadvaja, prudent-souled, +Had heard the prince his tale unfold, +Water he bade them bring, a bull, +And honour-gifts in dishes full, +[pg 159] +And drink and food of varied taste, +Berries and roots, before him placed, +And then the great ascetic showed +A cottage for the guests' abode. +The saint these honours gladly paid +To Rama who had thither strayed, +Then compassed sat by birds and deer +And many a hermit resting near. +The prince received the service kind, +And sat him down rejoiced in mind. +Then Bharadvaja silence broke, +And thus the words of duty spoke: +“Kakutstha's royal son, that thou +Hadst sought this grove I knew ere now. +Mine ears have heard thy story, sent +Without a sin to banishment. +Behold, O Prince, this ample space +Near where the mingling floods embrace, +Holy, and beautiful, and clear: +Dwell with us, and be happy here.” +By Bharadvaja thus addressed, +Rama whose kind and tender breast +All living things would bless and save, +In gracious words his answer gave: +“My honoured lord, this tranquil spot, +Fair home of hermits, suits me not: +For all the neighbouring people here +Will seek us when they know me near: +With eager wish to look on me, +And the Videhan dame to see, +A crowd of rustics will intrude +Upon the holy solitude. +Provide, O gracious lord, I pray, +Some quiet home that lies away, +Where my Videhan spouse may dwell +Tasting the bliss deserved so well.” +The hermit heard the prayer he made: +A while in earnest thought he stayed, +And then in words like these expressed +His answer to the chief's request: +“Ten leagues away there stands a hill +Where thou mayst live, if such thy will: +A holy mount, exceeding fair; +Great saints have made their dwelling there: +There great Langúrs328 in thousands play, +And bears amid the thickets stray; +Wide-known by Chitrakúṭa's name, +It rivals Gandhamadan's329 fame. +Long as the man that hill who seeks +Gazes upon its sacred peaks, +To holy things his soul he gives +And pure from thought of evil lives. +There, while a hundred autumns fled, +Has many a saint with hoary head +Spent his pure life, and won the prize, +By deep devotion, in the skies: +Best home, I ween, if such retreat, +Far from the ways of men, be sweet: +Or let thy years of exile flee +Here in this hermitage with me.” +Thus Bharadvaja spake, and trained +In lore of duty, entertained +The princes and the dame, and pressed +His friendly gifts on every guest. +Thus to Prayag the hero went, +Thus saw the saint preëminent, +And varied speeches heard and said: +Then holy night o'er heaven was spread. +And Rama took, by toil oppressed, +With Síta and his brother, rest; +And so the night, with sweet content, +In Bharadvaja's grove was spent. +But when the dawn dispelled the night, +Rama approached the anchorite, +And thus addressed the holy sire +Whose glory shone like kindled fire: +“Well have we spent, O truthful Sage, +The night within thy hermitage: +Now let my lord his guests permit +For their new home his grove to quit.” +Then, as he saw the morning break, +In answer Bharadvaja spake: +“Go forth to Chitrakúṭa's hill, +Where berries grow, and sweets distil: +Full well, I deem, that home will suit +Thee, Rama, strong and resolute. +Go forth, and Chitrakúṭa seek, +Famed mountain of the Varied Peak. +In the wild woods that gird him round +All creatures of the chase are found: +Thou in the glades shalt see appear +Vast herds of elephants and deer. +With Síta there shalt thou delight +To gaze upon the woody height; +There with expanding heart to look +On river, table-land, and brook, +And see the foaming torrent rave +Impetuous from the mountain cave. +Auspicious hill! where all day long +The lapwing's cry, the Koïl's song +Make all who listen gay: +Where all is fresh and fair to see, +Where elephants and deer roam free, +There, as a hermit, stay.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_13.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_13.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4b1ae80e738a1c9ec1ed537aaa44e1a5f6cf0b04 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_13.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ +Canto XIV. Ravan Doomed. + +The circling year had filled its course, +And back was brought the wandering horse: +Then upon Sarjú's northern strand +Began the rite the king had planned. +With Rishyaśring the forms to guide, +The Brahmans to their task applied, +At that great offering of the steed +Their lofty-minded king decreed. +The priests, who all the Scripture knew, +Performed their part in order due, +And circled round in solemn train +As precepts of the law ordain. +Pravargya rites92 were duly sped: +For Upasads93 the flames were fed. +Then from the plant94 the juice was squeezed, +And those high saints with minds well pleased +Performed the mystic rites begun +With bathing ere the rise of sun +They gave the portion Indra's claim, +And hymned the King whom none can blame. +The mid-day bathing followed next, +Observed as bids the holy text. +Then the good priests with utmost care, +In form that Scripture's rules declare, +For the third time pure water shed +On high souled Daśaratha's head. +Then Rishyaśring and all the rest +To Indra and the Gods addressed +Their sweet-toned hymn of praise and prayer, +And called them in the rite to share. +With sweetest song and hymn entoned +They gave the Gods in heaven enthroned, +As duty bids, the gifts they claim, +The holy oil that feeds the flame. +And many an offering there was paid, +And not one slip in all was made. +For with most careful heed they saw +That all was done by Veda law. +None, all those days, was seen oppressed +By hunger or by toil distressed. +Why speak of human kind? No beast +Was there that lacked an ample feast. +For there was store for all who came, +For orphan child and lonely dame; +The old and young were well supplied, +The poor and hungry satisfied. +Throughout the day ascetics fed, +And those who roam to beg their bread: +While all around the cry was still, +“Give forth, give forth,” and “Eat your fill.” +“Give forth with liberal hand the meal, +And various robes in largess deal.” +Urged by these cries on every side +Unweariedly their task they plied: +And heaps of food like hills in size +In boundless plenty met the eyes: +And lakes of sauce, each day renewed, +Refreshed the weary multitude. +And strangers there from distant lands, +And women folk in crowded bands +The best of food and drink obtained +At the great rite the king ordained. +Apart from all, the Brahmans there, +Thousands on thousands, took their share +Of various dainties sweet to taste, +On plates of gold and silver placed, +All ready set, as, when they willed, +The twice-born men their places filled. +And servants in fair garments dressed +Waited upon each Brahman guest. +Of cheerful mind and mien were they, +With gold and jewelled earrings gay. +The best of Brahmans praised the fare +Of countless sorts, of flavour rare: +And thus to Raghu's son they cried: +“We bless thee, and are satisfied.” +Between the rites some Brahmans spent +The time in learned argument, +[pg 023] +With ready flow of speech, sedate, +And keen to vanquish in debate.95 +There day by day the holy train +Performed all rites as rules ordain. +No priest in all that host was found +But kept the vows that held him bound: +None, but the holy Vedas knew, +And all their six-fold science96 too. +No Brahman there was found unfit +To speak with eloquence and wit. +And now the appointed time came near +The sacrificial posts to rear. +They brought them, and prepared to fix +Of Bel97 and Khadir98 six and six; +Six, made of the Palaśa99 tree, +Of Fig-wood one, apart to be: +Of Sleshmat100 and of Devadar101 +One column each, the mightiest far: +So thick the two, the arms of man +Their ample girth would fail to span. +All these with utmost care were wrought +By hand of priests in Scripture taught, +And all with gold were gilded bright +To add new splendour to the rite: +Twenty-and-one those stakes in all, +Each one-and-twenty cubits tall: +And one-and-twenty ribbons there +Hung on the pillars, bright and fair. +Firm in the earth they stood at last, +Where cunning craftsmen fixed them fast; +And there unshaken each remained, +Octagonal and smoothly planed. +Then ribbons over all were hung, +And flowers and scent around them flung. +Thus decked they cast a glory forth +Like the great saints who star the north.102 +The sacrificial altar then +Was raised by skilful twice-born men, +In shape and figure to behold +An eagle with his wings of gold, +With twice nine pits and formed three-fold +Each for some special God, beside +The pillars were the victims tied; +The birds that roam the wood, the air, +The water, and the land were there, +And snakes and things of reptile birth, +And healing herbs that spring from earth: +As texts prescribe, in Scripture found, +Three hundred victims there were bound. +The steed devoted to the host +Of Gods, the gem they honour most, +Was duly sprinkled. Then the Queen +Kauśalya, with delighted mien, +With reverent steps around him paced, +And with sweet wreaths the victim graced; +Then with three swords in order due +She smote the steed with joy, and slew. +That night the queen, a son to gain, +With calm and steady heart was fain +By the dead charger's side to stay +From evening till the break of day. +Then came three priests, their care to lead +The other queens to touch the steed, +Upon Kauśalya to attend, +Their company and aid to lend. +As by the horse she still reclined, +With happy mien and cheerful mind, +With Rishyaśring the twice-born came +And praised and blessed the royal dame. +The priest who well his duty knew, +And every sense could well subdue, +From out the bony chambers freed +And boiled the marrow of the steed. +Above the steam the monarch bent, +And, as he smelt the fragrant scent, +In time and order drove afar +All error that his hopes could mar. +Then sixteen priests together came +And cast into the sacred flame +The severed members of the horse, +Made ready all in ordered course. +On piles of holy Fig-tree raised +[pg 024] +The meaner victims' bodies blazed: +The steed, of all the creatures slain, +Alone required a pile of cane. +Three days, as is by law decreed, +Lasted that Offering of the Steed. +The Chatushṭom began the rite, +And when the sun renewed his light, +The Ukthya followed: after came +The Atiratra's holy flame. +These were the rites, and many more +Arranged by light of holy lore, +The Aptoryam of mighty power, +And, each performed in proper hour, +The Abhijit and Viśvajit +With every form and service fit; +And with the sacrifice at night +The Jyotishṭom and ayus rite.103 +The task was done, as laws prescribe: +The monarch, glory of his tribe, +Bestowed the land in liberal grants +Upon the sacred ministrants. +He gave the region of the east, +His conquest, to the Hotri priest. +The west, the celebrant obtained: +The south, the priest presiding gained: +The northern region was the share +Of him who chanted forth the prayer,104 +Thus did each priest obtain his meed +At the great Slaughter of the Steed, +Ordained, the best of all to be, +By self-existent deity. +Ikshvaku's son with joyful mind +This noble fee to each assigned, +But all the priests with one accord +Addressed that unpolluted lord: +“Tis thine alone to keep the whole +Of this broad earth in firm control. +[pg 025] +No gift of lands from thee we seek: +To guard these realms our hands were weak. +On sacred lore our days are spent: +Let other gifts our wants content.” +The chief of old Ikshvaku's line +Gave them ten hundred thousand kine, +A hundred millions of fine gold, +The same in silver four times told. +But every priest in presence there +With one accord resigned his share. +To Saint Vaśishṭha, high of soul, +And Rishyaśring they gave the whole. +That largess pleased those Brahmans well, +Who bade the prince his wishes tell. +Then Daśaratha, mighty king, +Made answer thus to Rishyaśring: +“O holy Hermit, of thy grace, +Vouchsafe the increase of my race.” +He spoke; nor was his prayer denied: +The best of Brahmans thus replied: +“Four sons, O Monarch, shall be thine, +Upholders of thy royal line.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_130.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_130.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9d69f4d8ad0c4a3873afcc66cb9f80459c4a29dd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_130.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +Canto LVI. Chitrakúta + +The princely tamers of their foes +Thus passed the night in calm repose, +Then to the hermit having bent +With reverence, on their way they went. +High favour Bharadvaja showed, +And blessed them ready for the road. +[pg 160] +With such fond looks as fathers throw +On their own sons, before they go. +Then spake the saint with glory bright +To Rama peerless in his might: +“First, lords of men, direct your feet +Where Yamuna and Ganga meet; +Then to the swift Kalindí330 go, +Whose westward waves to Ganga flow. +When thou shalt see her lovely shore +Worn by their feet who hasten o'er, +Then, Raghu's son, a raft prepare, +And cross the Sun born river there. +Upon her farther bank a tree, +Near to the landing wilt thou see. +The blessed source of varied gifts, +There her green boughs that Fig-tree lifts: +A tree where countless birds abide, +By Śyama's name known far and wide. +Síta, revere that holy shade: +There be thy prayers for blessing prayed. +Thence for a league your way pursue, +And a dark wood shall meet your view, +Where tall bamboos their foliage show, +The Gum-tree and the Jujube grow. +To Chitrakúṭa have I oft +Trodden that path so smooth and soft, +Where burning woods no traveller scare, +But all is pleasant, green, and fair.” +When thus the guests their road had learned, +Back to his cot the hermit turned, +And Rama, Lakshman, Síta paid +Their reverent thanks for courteous aid. +Thus Rama spake to Lakshman, when +The saint had left the lords of men: +“Great store of bliss in sooth is ours +On whom his love the hermit showers.” +As each to other wisely talked, +The lion lords together walked +On to Kalindí's woody shore; +And gentle Síta went before. +They reached that flood, whose waters flee +With rapid current to the sea; +Their minds a while to thought they gave +And counselled how to cross the wave. +At length, with logs together laid, +A mighty raft the brothers made. +Then dry bamboos across were tied, +And grass was spread from side to side. +And the great hero Lakshman brought +Cane and Rose-Apple boughs and wrought, +Trimming the branches smooth and neat, +For Síta's use a pleasant seat. +And Rama placed thereon his dame +Touched with a momentary shame, +Resembling in her glorious mien +All-thought-surpassing Fortune's Queen. +Then Rama hastened to dispose, +Each in its place, the skins and bows, +And by the fair Videhan laid +The coats, the ornaments, and spade. +When Síta thus was set on board, +And all their gear was duly stored, +The heroes each with vigorous hand, +Pushed off the raft and left the land. +When half its way the raft had made, +Thus Síta to Kalindí prayed: +“Goddess, whose flood I traverse now, +Grant that my lord may keep his vow. +For thee shall bleed a thousand kine, +A hundred jars shall pour their wine, +When Rama sees that town again +Where old Ikshvaku's children reign.” +Thus to Kalindí's stream she sued +And prayed in suppliant attitude. +Then to the river's bank the dame, +Fervent in supplication, came. +They left the raft that brought them o'er, +And the thick wood that clothed the shore, +And to the Fig-tree Śyama made +Their way, so cool with verdant shade. +Then Síta viewed that best of trees, +And reverent spake in words like these: +“Hail, hail, O mighty tree! Allow +My husband to complete his vow; +Let us returning, I entreat, +Kauśalya and Sumitra meet.” +Then with her hands together placed +Around the tree she duly paced. +When Rama saw his blameless spouse +A suppliant under holy boughs, +The gentle darling of his heart, +He thus to Lakshman spake apart: +“Brother, by thee our way be led; +Let Síta close behind thee tread: +I, best of men, will grasp my bow, +And hindmost of the three will go. +What fruits soe'er her fancy take, +Or flowers half hidden in the brake, +For Janak's child forget not thou +To gather from the brake or bough.” +Thus on they fared. The tender dame +Asked Rama, as they walked, the name +Of every shrub that blossoms bore, +Creeper, and tree unseen before: +And Lakshman fetched, at Síta's prayer, +Boughs of each tree with clusters fair. +Then Janak's daughter joyed to see +The sand-discoloured river flee, +Where the glad cry of many a bird, +The saras and the swan, was heard. +A league the brothers travelled through +The forest noble game they slew: +Beneath the trees their meal they dressed +And sat them down to eat and rest. +A while in that delightful shade +Where elephants unnumbered strayed, +Where peacocks screamed and monkeys played, +[pg 161] +They wandered with delight. +Then by the river's side they found +A pleasant spot of level ground, +Where all was smooth and fair around, +Their lodging for the night. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_131.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_131.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e5740a09dfeae652a87e6669f6d7ed19eeabe47a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_131.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ +Canto LVII. Sumantra's Return. + +Then Rama, when the morning rose, +Called Lakshman gently from repose: +“Awake, the pleasant voices hear +Of forest birds that warble near. +Scourge of thy foes, no longer stay; +The hour is come to speed away.” +The slumbering prince unclosed his eyes +When thus his brother bade him rise, +Compelling, at the timely cry, +Fatigue, and sleep, and rest to fly. +The brothers rose and Síta too; +Pure water from the stream they drew, +Paid morning rites, then followed still +The road to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +Then Rama as he took the road +With Lakshman, while the morning, glowed, +To the Videhan lady cried, +Síta the fair, the lotus-eyed: +“Look round thee, dear; each flowery tree +Touched with the fire of morning see: +The Kinśuk, now the Frosts are fled,— +How glorious with his wreaths of red! +The Bel-trees see, so loved of men, +Hanging their boughs in every glen. +O'erburthened with their fruit and flowers: +A plenteous store of food is ours. +See, Lakshman, in the leafy trees, +Where'er they make their home. +Down hangs, the work of labouring bees +The ponderous honeycomb. +In the fair wood before us spread +The startled wild-cock cries: +Hark, where the flowers are soft to tread, +The peacock's voice replies. +Where elephants are roaming free, +And sweet birds' songs are loud, +The glorious Chitrakúṭa see: +His peaks are in the cloud. +On fair smooth ground he stands displayed, +Begirt by many a tree: +O brother, in that holy shade +How happy shall we be!”331 +Then Rama, Lakshman, Síta, each +Spoke raising suppliant hands this speech +To him, in woodland dwelling met, +Valmíki, ancient anchoret: +“O Saint, this mountain takes the mind, +With creepers, trees of every kind, +With fruit and roots abounding thus, +A pleasant life it offers us: +Here for a while we fain would stay, +And pass a season blithe and gay.” +Then the great saint, in duty trained, +With honour gladly entertained: +He gave his guests a welcome fair, +And bade them sit and rest them there, +Rama of mighty arm and chest +His faithful Lakshman then addressed: +“Brother, bring hither from the wood +Selected timber strong and good, +And build therewith a little cot; +My heart rejoices in the spot +That lies beneath the mountain's side, +Remote, with water well supplied.” +Sumitra's son his words obeyed, +Brought many a tree, and deftly made, +With branches in the forest cut, +As Rama bade, a leafy hut. +Then Rama, when the cottage stood +Fair, firmly built, and walled with wood, +To Lakshman spake, whose eager mind +To do his brother's will inclined: +“Now, Lakshman as our cot is made, +Must sacrifice be duly paid +By us, for lengthened life who hope, +With venison of the antelope. +Away, O bright-eyed Lakshman, speed: +Struck by thy bow a deer must bleed: +As Scripture bids, we must not slight +The duty that commands the rite.” +Lakshman, the chief whose arrows laid +His foemen low, his word obeyed; +And Rama thus again addressed +The swift performer of his hest: +“Prepare the venison thou hast shot, +To sacrifice for this our cot. +Haste, brother dear, for this the hour, +And this the day of certain power.” +Then glorious Lakshman took the buck +His arrow in the wood had struck; +Bearing his mighty load he came, +And laid it in the kindled flame. +[pg 162] +Soon as he saw the meat was done, +And that the juices ceased to run +From the broiled carcass, Lakshman then +Spoke thus to Rama best of men: +“The carcass of the buck, entire, +Is ready dressed upon the fire. +Now be the sacred rites begun +To please the God, thou godlike one.” +Rama the good, in ritual trained, +Pure from the bath, with thoughts restrained, +Hasted those verses to repeat +Which make the sacrifice complete. +The hosts celestial came in view, +And Rama to the cot withdrew, +While a sweet sense of rapture stole +Through the unequalled hero's soul. +He paid the Viśvedevas332 due. +And Rudra's right, and Vishnu's too, +Nor wonted blessings, to protect +Their new-built home, did he neglect. +With voice repressed he breathed the prayer, +Bathed duly in the river fair, +And gave good offerings that remove +The stain of sin, as texts approve. +And many an altar there he made, +And shrines, to suit the holy shade, +All decked with woodland chaplets sweet, +And fruit and roots and roasted meat, +With muttered prayer, as texts require, +Water, and grass and wood and fire. +So Rama, Lakshman, Síta paid +Their offerings to each God and shade, +And entered then their pleasant cot +That bore fair signs of happy lot. +They entered, the illustrious three, +The well-set cottage, fair to see, +Roofed with the leaves of many a tree, +And fenced from wind and rain: +So, at their Father Brahma's call, +The Gods of heaven, assembling all, +To their own glorious council hall +Advance in shining train. +So, resting on that lovely hill, +Near the fair lily-covered rill, +The happy prince forgot, +Surrounded by the birds and deer, +The woe, the longing, and the fear +That gloom the exile's lot. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_132.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_132.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c7a618702c56d903eceb47bb6dc8390e7c97d66 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_132.txt @@ -0,0 +1,118 @@ +Canto LVIII. Rama's Message. + +When Rama reached the southern bank, +King Guha's heart with sorrow sank: +He with Sumantra talked, and spent +With his deep sorrow, homeward went. +Sumantra, as the king decreed, +Yoked to the car each noble steed, +And to Ayodhya's city sped +With his sad heart disquieted. +On lake and brook and scented grove +His glances fell, as on he drove: +City and village came in view +As o'er the road his coursers flew. +On the third day the charioteer, +When now the hour of night was near, +Came to Ayodhya's gate, and found +The city all in sorrow drowned. +To him, in spirit quite cast down, +Forsaken seemed the silent town, +And by the rush of grief oppressed +He pondered in his mournful breast: +“Is all Ayodhya burnt with grief, +Steed, elephant, and man, and chief? +Does her loved Rama's exile so +Afflict her with the fires of woe?” +Thus as he mused, his steeds flew fast, +And swiftly through the gate he passed. +On drove the charioteer, and then +In hundreds, yea in thousands, men +Ran to the car from every side, +And, “Rama, where is Rama?” cried. +Sumantra said: “My chariot bore +The duteous prince to Ganga's shore; +I left him there at his behest, +And homeward to Ayodhya pressed.” +Soon as the anxious people knew +That he was o'er the flood they drew +Deep sighs, and crying, Rama! all +Wailed, and big tears began to fall. +He heard the mournful words prolonged, +As here and there the people thronged: +“Woe, woe for us, forlorn, undone, +No more to look on Raghu's son! +His like again we ne'er shall see, +Of heart so true, of hand so free, +In gifts, in gatherings for debate, +When marriage pomps we celebrate, +What should we do? What earthly thing +Can rest, or hope, or pleasure bring?” +Thus the sad town, which Rama kept +As a kind father, wailed and wept. +Each mansion, as the car went by, +Sent forth a loud and bitter cry, +As to the window every dame, +Mourning for banished Rama, came. +As his sad eyes with tears o'erflowed, +He sped along the royal road +To Daśaratha's high abode. +There leaping down his car he stayed; +Within the gates his way he made; +Through seven broad courts he onward hied +Where people thronged on every side. +From each high terrace, wild with woe, +The royal ladies flocked below: +[pg 163] +He heard them talk in gentle tone, +As each for Rama made her moan: +“What will the charioteer reply +To Queen Kauśalya's eager cry? +With Rama from the gates he went; +Homeward alone, his steps are bent. +Hard is a life with woe distressed, +But difficult to win is rest, +If, when her son is banished, still +She lives beneath her load of ill.” +Such was the speech Sumantra heard +From them whom grief unfeigned had stirred. +As fires of anguish burnt him through, +Swift to the monarch's hall he drew, +Past the eighth court; there met his sight, +The sovereign in his palace bright, +Still weeping for his son, forlorn, +Pale, faint, and all with sorrow worn. +As there he sat, Sumantra bent +And did obeisance reverent, +And to the king repeated o'er +The message he from Rama bore. +The monarch heard, and well-nigh brake +His heart, but yet no word he spake: +Fainting to earth he fell, and dumb, +By grief for Rama overcome. +Rang through the hall a startling cry, +And women's arms were tossed on high, +When, with his senses all astray, +Upon the ground the monarch lay. +Kauśalya, with Sumitra's aid, +Raised from the ground her lord dismayed: +“Sire, of high fate,” she cried, “O, why +Dost thou no single word reply +To Rama's messenger who brings +News of his painful wanderings? +The great injustice done, art thou +Shame-stricken for thy conduct now? +Rise up, and do thy part: bestow +Comfort and help in this our woe. +Speak freely, King; dismiss thy fear, +For Queen Kaikeyí stands not near, +Afraid of whom thou wouldst not seek +Tidings of Rama: freely speak.” +When the sad queen had ended so, +She sank, insatiate in her woe, +And prostrate lay upon the ground, +While her faint voice by sobs was drowned. +When all the ladies in despair +Saw Queen Kauśalya wailing there, +And the poor king oppressed with pain, +They flocked around and wept again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_133.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_133.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..934a684430aa6d31f723a12117addcea48c53e59 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_133.txt @@ -0,0 +1,135 @@ +Canto LIX. Dasaratha's Lament. + +The king a while had senseless lain, +When care brought memory back again. +Then straight he called, the news to hear +Of Rama, for the charioteer, +With reverent hand to hand applied +He waited by the old man's side, +Whose mind with anguish was distraught +Like a great elephant newly caught. +The king with bitter pain distressed +The faithful charioteer addressed, +Who, sad of mien, with flooded eye, +And dust upon his limbs, stood by: +“Where will be Rama's dwelling now +At some tree's foot, beneath the bough; +Ah, what will be the exile's food, +Bred up with kind solicitude? +Can he, long lapped in pleasant rest, +Unmeet for pain, by pain oppressed, +Son of earth's king, his sad night spend +Earth-couched, as one that has no friend? +Behind him, when abroad he sped, +Cars, elephant, and foot were led: +Then how shall Rama dwell afar +In the wild woods where no men are? +How, tell me, did the princes there, +With Síta good and soft and fair, +Alighting from the chariot, tread +The forest wilds around them spread? +A happy lot is thine, I ween, +Whose eyes my two dear sons have seen +Seeking on foot the forest shade, +Like the bright Twins to view displayed, +The heavenly Aśvins, when they seek +The woods that hang 'neath Mandar's peak. +What words, Sumantra, quickly tell, +From Rama, Lakshman, Síta fell? +How in the wood did Rama eat? +What was his bed, and what his seat? +Full answer to my questions give, +For I on thy replies shall live, +As with the saints Yayati held +Sweet converse, from the skies expelled.” +Urged by the lord of men to speak, +Whose sobbing voice came faint and weak, +Thus he, while tears his utterance broke, +In answer to the monarch spoke: +“Hear then the words that Rama said, +Resolved in duty's path to tread. +Joining his hands, his head he bent, +And gave this message, reverent: +“Sumantra, to my father go, +Whose lofty mind all people know: +Bow down before him, as is meet, +And in my stead salute his feet. +Then to the queen my mother bend, +And give the greeting that I send: +Ne'er may her steps from duty err, +And may it still be well with her. +And add this word: “O Queen, pursue +Thy vows with faithful heart and true; +And ever at due season turn +Where holy fires of worship burn. +And, lady, on our lord bestow +[pg 164] +Such honour as to Gods we owe. +Be kind to every queen: let pride +And thought of self be cast aside. +In the king's fond opinion raise +Kaikeyí, by respect and praise. +Let the young Bharat ever be +Loved, honoured as the king by thee: +Thy king-ward duty ne'er forget: +High over all are monarchs set.” +And Bharat, too, for me address: +Pray that all health his life may bless. +Let every royal lady share, +As justice bids, his love and care. +Say to the strong-armed chief who brings +Joy to Iksvaku's line of kings: +“As ruling prince thy care be shown +Of him, our sire, who holds the throne. +Stricken in years he feels their weight; +But leave him in his royal state. +As regent heir content thee still, +Submissive to thy father's will.’ ” +Rama again his charge renewed, +As the hot flood his cheek bedewed: +“Hold as thine own my mother dear +Who drops for me the longing tear.” +Then Lakshman, with his soul on fire, +Spake breathing fast these words of ire: +“Say, for what sin, for what offence +Was royal Rama banished thence? +He is the cause, the king: poor slave +To the light charge Kaikeyí gave. +Let right or wrong the motive be, +The author of our woe is he. +Whether the exile were decreed +Through foolish faith or guilty greed, +For promises or empire, still +The king has wrought a grievous ill. +Grant that the Lord of all saw fit +To prompt the deed and sanction it, +In Rama's life no cause I see +For which the king should bid him flee. +His blinded eyes refused to scan +The guilt and folly of the plan, +And from the weakness of the king +Here and hereafter woe shall spring. +No more my sire: the ties that used +To bind me to the king are loosed. +My brother Rama, Raghu's son, +To me is lord, friend, sire in one. +The love of men how can he win, +Deserting, by the cruel sin, +Their joy, whose heart is swift to feel +A pleasure in the people's weal? +Shall he whose mandate could expel +The virtuous Rama, loved so well, +To whom his subjects' fond hearts cling— +Shall he in spite of them be king?” +But Janak's child, my lord, stood by, +And oft the votaress heaved a sigh. +She seemed with dull and wandering sense, +Beneath a spirit's influence. +The noble princess, pained with woe +Which till that hour she ne'er could know, +Tears in her heavy trouble shed, +But not a word to me she said. +She raised her face which grief had dried +And tenderly her husband eyed, +Gazed on him as he turned to go +While tear chased tear in rapid flow.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_134.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_134.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..741ee6c08262ceb253a746454605202acb31e6d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_134.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto LX. Kausalya Consoled. + +As thus Sumantra, best of peers, +Told his sad tale with many tears, +The monarch cried, “I pray thee, tell +At length again what there befell.” +Sumantra, at the king's behest, +Striving with sobs he scarce repressed, +His trembling voice at last controlled, +And thus his further tidings told: +“Their locks in votive coils they wound, +Their coats of bark upon them bound, +To Ganga's farther shore they went, +Thence to Prayag their steps were bent. +I saw that Lakshman walked ahead +To guard the path the two should tread. +So far I saw, no more could learn, +Forced by the hero to return. +Retracing slow my homeward course, +Scarce could I move each stubborn horse: +Shedding hot tears of grief he stood +When Rama turned him to the wood.333 +As the two princes parted thence +I raised my hands in reverence, +Mounted my ready car, and bore +The grief that stung me to the core. +With Guha all that day I stayed, +Still by the earnest hope delayed +That Rama, ere the time should end, +Some message from the wood might send. +Thy realms, great Monarch, mourn the blow, +And sympathize with Rama's woe. +[pg 165] +Each withering tree hangs low his head, +And shoot, and bud, and flower are dead. +Dried are the floods that wont to fill +The lake, the river, and the rill. +Drear is each grove and garden now, +Dry every blossom on the bough. +Each beast is still, no serpents crawl: +A lethargy of woe on all. +The very wood is silent: crushed +With grief for Rama, all is hushed. +Fair blossoms from the water born, +Gay garlands that the earth adorn, +And every fruit that gleams like gold, +Have lost the scent that charmed of old. +Empty is every grove I see, +Or birds sit pensive on the tree. +Where'er I look, its beauty o'er, +The pleasance charms not as before. +I drove through fair Ayodhya's street: +None flew with joy the car to meet. +They saw that Rama was not there, +And turned them sighing in despair. +The people in the royal way +Wept tears of bitter grief, when they +Beheld me coming, from afar, +No Rama with me in the car. +From palace roof and turret high +Each woman bent her eager eye; +She looked for Rama, but in vain; +Gazed on the car and shrieked for pain. +Their long clear eyes with sorrow drowned +They, when this common grief was found, +Looked each on other, friend and foe, +In sympathy of levelling woe: +No shade of difference between +Foe, friend, or neutral, there was seen. +Without a joy, her bosom rent +With grief for Rama's banishment, +Ayodhya like the queen appears +Who mourns her son with many tears.” +He ended: and the king, distressed. +With sobbing voice that lord addressed: +“Ah me, by false Kaikeyí led, +Of evil race, to evil bred, +I took no counsel of the sage, +Nor sought advice from skill and age, +I asked no lord his aid to lend, +I called no citizen or friend. +Rash was my deed, bereft of sense +Slave to a woman's influence. +Surely, my lord, a woe so great +Falls on us by the will of Fate; +It lays the house of Raghu low, +For Destiny will have it so. +I pray thee, if I e'er have done +An act to please thee, yea, but one, +Fly, fly, and Rama homeward lead: +My life, departing, counsels speed. +Fly, ere the power to bid I lack, +Fly to the wood: bring Rama back. +I cannot live for even one +Short hour bereaved of my son. +But ah, the prince, whose arms are strong, +Has journeyed far: the way is long: +Me, me upon the chariot place, +And let me look on Rama's face. +Ah me, my son, mine eldest-born, +Where roams he in the wood forlorn, +The wielder of the mighty bow, +Whose shoulders like the lion's show? +O, ere the light of life be dim, +Take me to Síta and to him. +O Rama, Lakshman, and O thou +Dear Síta, constant to thy vow, +Beloved ones, you cannot know +That I am dying of my woe.” +The king to bitter grief a prey, +That drove each wandering sense away, +Sunk in affliction's sea, too wide +To traverse, in his anguish cried: +“Hard, hard to pass, my Queen, this sea +Of sorrow raging over me: +No Rama near to soothe mine eye, +Plunged in its lowest deeps I lie. +Sorrow for Rama swells the tide, +And Síta's absence makes it wide: +My tears its foamy flood distain, +Made billowy by my sighs of pain: +My cries its roar, the arms I throw +About me are the fish below, +Kaikeyí is the fire that feeds +Beneath: my hair the tangled weeds: +Its source the tears for Rama shed: +The hump-back's words its monsters dread: +The boon I gave the wretch its shore, +Till Rama's banishment be o'er.334 +Ah me, that I should long to set +My eager eyes to-day +On Raghu's son, and he be yet +With Lakshman far away!” +Thus he of lofty glory wailed, +And sank upon the bed. +Beneath the woe his spirit failed, +And all his senses fled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_135.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_135.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..14bd1f5ce7d9aae1d32d5479b03d2d76c4a4000d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_135.txt @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +Canto LXI. Kausalya's Lament. + +As Queen Kauśalya, trembling much, +As blighted by a goblin's touch, +Still lying prostrate, half awoke +To consciousness, 'twas thus she spoke: +“Bear me away, Sumantra, far, +Where Rama, Síta, Lakshman are. +Bereft of them I have no power +To linger on a single hour. +[pg 166] +Again, I pray, thy steps retrace, +And me in Danḍak forest place, +For after them I needs must go, +Or sink to Yama's realms below.” +His utterance choked by tears that rolled +Down from their fountains uncontrolled, +With suppliant hands the charioteer +Thus spake, the lady's heart to cheer: +“Dismiss thy grief, despair, and dread +That fills thy soul, of sorrow bred, +For pain and anguish thrown aside, +Will Rama in the wood abide. +And Lakshman, with unfailing care +Will guard the feet of Rama there, +Earning, with governed sense, the prize +That waits on duty in the skies. +And Síta in the wild as well +As in her own dear home will dwell; +To Rama all her heart she gives, +And free from doubt and terror lives. +No faintest sign of care or woe +The features of the lady show: +Methinks Videha's pride was made +For exile in the forest shade. +E'en as of old she used to rove +Delighted in the city's grove, +Thus, even thus she joys to tread +The woodlands uninhabited. +Like a young child, her face as fair +As the young moon, she wanders there. +What though in lonely woods she stray +Still Rama is her joy and stay: +All his the heart no sorrow bends, +Her very life on him depends. +For, if her lord she might not see, +Ayodhya like the wood would be. +She bids him, as she roams, declare +The names of towns and hamlets there, +Marks various trees that meet her eye, +And many a brook that hurries by, +And Janak's daughter seems to roam +One little league away from home +When Rama or his brother speaks +And gives the answer that she seeks. +This, Lady, I remember well, +Nor angry words have I to tell: +Reproaches at Kaikeyí shot, +Such, Queen, my mind remembers not.” +The speech when Síta's wrath was high, +Sumantra passed in silence by, +That so his pleasant words might cheer +With sweet report Kauśalya's ear. +“Her moonlike beauty suffers not +Though winds be rude and suns be hot: +The way, the danger, and the toil +Her gentle lustre may not soil. +Like the red lily's leafy crown +Or as the fair full moon looks down, +So the Videhan lady's face +Still shines with undiminished grace. +What if the borrowed colours throw +O'er her fine feet no rosy glow, +Still with their natural tints they spread +A lotus glory where they tread. +In sportive grace she walks the ground +And sweet her chiming anklets sound. +No jewels clasp the faultless limb: +She leaves them all for love of him. +If in the woods her gentle eye +A lion sees, or tiger nigh, +Or elephant, she fears no ill +For Rama's arm supports her still. +No longer be their fate deplored, +Nor thine, nor that of Kośal's lord, +For conduct such as theirs shall buy +Wide glory that can never die. +For casting grief and care away, +Delighting in the forest, they +With joyful spirits, blithe and gay, +Set forward on the ancient way +Where mighty saints have led: +Their highest aim, their dearest care +To keep their father's honour fair, +Observing still the oath he sware, +They roam, on wild fruit fed.” +Thus with persuasive art he tried +To turn her from her grief aside, +By soothing fancies won. +But still she gave her sorrow vent: +“Ah Rama,” was her shrill lament, +“My love, my son, my son!” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_136.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_136.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0e8d56bdc306d27ae6a52731d2ad99fb31979446 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_136.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto LXII. Dasaratha Consoled. + +When, best of all who give delight, +Her Rama wandered far from sight, +Kauśalya weeping, sore distressed, +The king her husband thus addressed: +“Thy name, O Monarch, far and wide +Through the three worlds is glorified: +Yet Rama's is the pitying mind, +His speed is true, his heart is kind. +How will thy sons, good lord, sustain +With Síta, all their care and pain? +How in the wild endure distress, +Nursed in the lap of tenderness? +How will the dear Videhan bear +The heat and cold when wandering there +Bred in the bliss of princely state, +So young and fair and delicate? +The large-eyed lady, wont to eat +The best of finely seasoned meat— +How will she now her life sustain +With woodland fare of self-sown grain? +Will she, with joys encompassed long, +Who loved the music and the song, +In the wild wood endure to hear +The ravening lion's voice of fear? +Where sleeps my strong-armed hero, where, +[pg 167] +Like Lord Mahendra's standard, fair? +Where is, by Lakshman's side, his bed, +His club-like arm beneath his head? +When shall I see his flower-like eyes, +And face that with the lotus vies, +Feel his sweet lily breath, and view +His glorious hair and lotus hue? +The heart within my breast, I feel, +Is adamant or hardest steel, +Or, in a thousand fragments split, +The loss of him had shattered it, +When those I love, who should be blest, +Are wandering in the wood distressed, +Condemned their wretched lives to lead +In exile, by thy ruthless deed. +If, when the fourteen years are past, +Rama reseeks his home at last, +I think not Bharat will consent +To yield the wealth and government. +At funeral feasts some mourners deal +To kith and kin the solemn meal, +And having duly fed them all +Some Brahmans to the banquet call. +The best of Brahmans, good and wise, +The tardy summoning despise, +And, equal to the Gods, disdain +Cups, e'en of Amrit, thus to drain. +Nay e'en when Brahmans first have fed, +They loathe the meal for others spread, +And from the leavings turn with scorn, +As bulls avoid a fractured horn. +So Rama, sovereign lord of men, +Will spurn the sullied kingship then: +He born the eldest and the best, +His younger's leavings will detest, +Turning from tasted food away, +As tigers scorn another's prey. +The sacred post is used not twice, +Nor elements, in sacrifice. +But once the sacred grass is spread, +But once with oil the flame is fed: +So Rama's pride will ne'er receive +The royal power which others leave, +Like wine when tasteless dregs are left, +Or rites of Soma juice bereft. +Be sure the pride of Raghu's race +Will never stoop to such disgrace: +The lordly lion will not bear +That man should beard him in his lair. +Were all the worlds against him ranged +His dauntless soul were still unchanged: +He, dutiful, in duty strong, +Would purge the impious world from wrong. +Could not the hero, brave and bold, +The archer, with his shafts of gold, +Burn up the very seas, as doom +Will in the end all life consume? +Of lion's might, eyed like a bull, +A prince so brave and beautiful, +Thou hast with wicked hate pursued, +Like sea-born tribes who eat their brood. +If thou, O Monarch, hadst but known +The duty all the Twice-born own, +If the good laws had touched thy mind, +Which sages in the Scriptures find, +Thou ne'er hadst driven forth to pine +This brave, this duteous son of thine. +First on her lord the wife depends, +Next on her son and last on friends: +These three supports in life has she, +And not a fourth for her may be. +Thy heart, O King, I have not won; +In wild woods roams my banished son; +Far are my friends: ah, hapless me, +Quite ruined and destroyed by thee.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_137.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_137.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c5902f46803ae7623d4f744cd21d83365c5bf086 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_137.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto LXIII. The Hermit's Son. + +The queen's stern speech the monarch heard, +As rage and grief her bosom stirred, +And by his anguish sore oppressed +Reflected in his secret breast. +Fainting and sad, with woe distraught, +He wandered in a maze of thought; +At length the queller of the foe +Grew conscious, rallying from his woe. +When consciousness returned anew +Long burning sighs the monarch drew, +Again immersed in thought he eyed +Kauśalya standing by his side. +Back to his pondering soul was brought +The direful deed his hand had wrought, +When, guiltless of the wrong intent, +His arrow at a sound was sent. +Distracted by his memory's sting, +And mourning for his son, the king +To two consuming griefs a prey, +A miserable victim lay. +The double woe devoured him fast, +As on the ground his eyes he cast, +Joined suppliant hands, her heart to touch, +And spake in the answer, trembling much: +“Kauśalya, for thy grace I sue, +Joining these hands as suppliants do. +Thou e'en to foes hast ever been +A gentle, good, and loving queen. +Her lord, with noble virtues graced, +Her lord, by lack of all debased, +Is still a God in woman's eyes, +If duty's law she hold and prize. +Thou, who the right hast aye pursued, +Life's changes and its chances viewed, +Shouldst never launch, though sorrow-stirred, +At me distressed, one bitter word.” +She listened, as with sorrow faint +He murmured forth his sad complaint: +Her brimming eyes with tears ran o'er, +As spouts the new fallen water pour; +[pg 168] +His suppliant hands, with fear dismayed +She gently clasped in hers, and laid, +Like a fair lotus, on her head, +And faltering in her trouble said: +“Forgive me; at thy feet I lie, +With low bent head to thee I cry. +By thee besought, thy guilty dame +Pardon from thee can scarcely claim. +She merits not the name of wife +Who cherishes perpetual strife +With her own husband good and wise, +Her lord both here and in the skies. +I know the claims of duty well, +I know thy lips the truth must tell. +All the wild words I rashly spoke, +Forth from my heart, through anguish, broke; +For sorrow bends the stoutest soul, +And cancels Scripture's high control. +Yea, sorrow's might all else o'erthrows +The strongest and the worst of foes. +'Tis thus with all: we keenly feel, +Yet bear the blows our foemen deal, +But when a slender woe assails +The manliest spirit bends and quails. +The fifth long night has now begun +Since the wild woods have lodged my son: +To me whose joy is drowned in tears, +Each day a dreary year appears. +While all my thoughts on him are set +Grief at my heart swells wilder yet: +With doubled might thus Ocean raves +When rushing floods increase his waves.” +As from Kauśalya reasoning well +The gentle words of wisdom fell, +The sun went down with dying flame, +And darkness o'er the landscape came. +His lady's soothing words in part +Relieved the monarch's aching heart, +Who, wearied out by all his woes, +Yielded to sleep and took repose. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_138.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_138.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2bbcad6539b8e804c002b08514ba15637ed23865 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_138.txt @@ -0,0 +1,199 @@ +Canto LXIV. Dasaratha's Death. + +But soon by rankling grief oppressed +The king awoke from troubled rest, +And his sad heart was tried again +With anxious thought where all was pain. +Rama and Lakshman's mournful fate +On Daśaratha, good and great +As Indra, pressed with crushing weight, +As when the demon's might assails +The Sun-God, and his glory pales. +Ere yet the sixth long night was spent, +Since Rama to the woods was sent, +The king at midnight sadly thought +Of the old crime his hand had wrought, +And thus to Queen Kauśalya cried +Who still for Rama moaned and sighed: +“If thou art waking, give, I pray, +Attention to the words I say. +Whate'er the conduct men pursue, +Be good or ill the acts they do, +Be sure, dear Queen, they find the meed +Of wicked or of virtuous deed. +A heedless child we call the man +Whose feeble judgment fails to scan +The weight of what his hands may do, +Its lightness, fault, and merit too. +One lays the Mango garden low, +And bids the gay Palaśas grow: +Longing for fruit their bloom he sees, +But grieves when fruit should bend the trees. +Cut by my hand, my fruit-trees fell, +Palaśa trees I watered well. +My hopes this foolish heart deceive, +And for my banished son I grieve. +Kauśalya, in my youthful prime +Armed with my bow I wrought the crime, +Proud of my skill, my name renowned, +An archer prince who shoots by sound. +The deed this hand unwitting wrought +This misery on my soul has brought, +As children seize the deadly cup +And blindly drink the poison up. +As the unreasoning man may be +Charmed with the gay Palaśa tree, +I unaware have reaped the fruit +Of joying at a sound to shoot. +As regent prince I shared the throne, +Thou wast a maid to me unknown, +The early Rain-time duly came, +And strengthened love's delicious flame. +The sun had drained the earth that lay +All glowing 'neath the summer day, +And to the gloomy clime had fled +Where dwell the spirits of the dead.335 +The fervent heat that moment ceased, +The darkening clouds each hour increased +And frogs and deer and peacocks all +Rejoiced to see the torrents fall. +Their bright wings heavy from the shower, +The birds, new-bathed, had scarce the power +To reach the branches of the trees +Whose high tops swayed beneath the breeze. +The fallen rain, and falling still, +Hung like a sheet on every hill, +Till, with glad deer, each flooded steep +Showed glorious as the mighty deep. +The torrents down its wooded side +Poured, some unstained, while others dyed +[pg 169] +Gold, ashy, silver, ochre, bore +The tints of every mountain ore. +In that sweet time, when all are pleased, +My arrows and my bow I seized; +Keen for the chase, in field or grove, +Down Sarjú's bank my car I drove. +I longed with all my lawless will +Some elephant by night to kill, +Some buffalo that came to drink, +Or tiger, at the river's brink. +When all around was dark and still, +I heard a pitcher slowly fill, +And thought, obscured in deepest shade, +An elephant the sound had made. +I drew a shaft that glittered bright, +Fell as a serpent's venomed bite; +I longed to lay the monster dead, +And to the mark my arrow sped. +Then in the calm of morning, clear +A hermit's wailing smote my ear: +“Ah me, ah me,” he cried, and sank, +Pierced by my arrow, on the bank. +E'en as the weapon smote his side, +I heard a human voice that cried: +“Why lights this shaft on one like me, +A poor and harmless devotee? +I came by night to fill my jar +From this lone stream where no men are. +Ah, who this deadly shaft has shot? +Whom have I wronged, and knew it not? +Why should a boy so harmless feel +The vengeance of the winged steel? +Or who should slay the guiltless son +Of hermit sire who injures none, +Who dwells retired in woods, and there +Supports his life on woodland fare? +Ah me, ah me, why am I slain, +What booty will the murderer gain? +In hermit coils I bind my hair, +Coats made of skin and bark I wear. +Ah, who the cruel deed can praise +Whose idle toil no fruit repays, +As impious as the wretch's crime +Who dares his master's bed to climb? +Nor does my parting spirit grieve +But for the life which thus I leave: +Alas, my mother and my sire,— +I mourn for them when I expire. +Ah me, that aged, helpless pair, +Long cherished by my watchful care, +How will it be with them this day +When to the Five336 I pass away? +Pierced by the self-same dart we die, +Mine aged mother, sire, and I. +Whose mighty hand, whose lawless mind +Has all the three to death consigned?” +When I, by love of duty stirred, +That touching lamentation heard, +Pierced to the heart by sudden woe, +I threw to earth my shafts and bow. +My heart was full of grief and dread +As swiftly to the place I sped, +Where, by my arrow wounded sore, +A hermit lay on Sarjú's shore. +His matted hair was all unbound, +His pitcher empty on the ground, +And by the fatal arrow pained, +He lay with dust and gore distained. +I stood confounded and amazed: +His dying eyes to mine he raised, +And spoke this speech in accents stern, +As though his light my soul would burn: +“How have I wronged thee, King, that I +Struck by thy mortal arrow die? +The wood my home, this jar I brought, +And water for my parents sought. +This one keen shaft that strikes me through +Slays sire and aged mother too. +Feeble and blind, in helpless pain, +They wait for me and thirst in vain. +They with parched lips their pangs must bear, +And hope will end in blank despair. +Ah me, there seems no fruit in store +For holy zeal or Scripture lore, +Or else ere now my sire would know +That his dear son is lying low. +Yet, if my mournful fate he knew, +What could his arm so feeble do? +The tree, firm-rooted, ne'er may be +The guardian of a stricken tree. +Haste to my father, and relate +While time allows, my sudden fate, +Lest he consume thee as the fire +Burns up the forest, in his ire. +This little path, O King, pursue: +My father's cot thou soon wilt view. +There sue for pardon to the sage, +Lest he should curse thee in his rage. +First from the wound extract the dart +That kills me with its deadly smart, +E'en as the flushed impetuous tide +Eats through the river's yielding side.” +I feared to draw the arrow out, +And pondered thus in painful doubt: +“Now tortured by the shaft he lies, +But if I draw it forth he dies.” +Helpless I stood, faint, sorely grieved: +The hermit's son my thought perceived; +As one o'ercome by direst pain +He scarce had strength to speak again. +With writhing limb and struggling breath, +Nearer and ever nearer death +“My senses undisturbed remain, +And fortitude has conquered pain: +Now from one tear thy soul be freed. +Thy hand has made a Brahman bleed. +Let not this pang thy bosom wring: +No twice-born youth am I, O King, +[pg 170] +For of a Vaiśya sire I came, +Who wedded with a Śúdra dame.” +These words the boy could scarcely say, +As tortured by the shaft he lay, +Twisting his helpless body round, +Then trembling senseless on the ground. +Then from his bleeding side I drew +The rankling shaft that pierced him through. +With death's last fear my face he eyed, +And, rich in store of penance, died.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_139.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_139.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca9f630ea7b4b2ab0b8f6b7005031a45baa61803 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_139.txt @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ +Canto LXV. The Women's Lament. + +The son of Raghu to his queen +Thus far described the unequalled scene, +And, as the hermit's death he rued, +The mournful story thus renewed: +“The deed my heedless hand had wrought +Perplexed me with remorseful thought, +And all alone I pondered still +How kindly deed might salve the ill. +The pitcher from the ground I took, +And filled it from that fairest brook, +Then, by the path the hermit showed, +I reached his sainted sire's abode. +I came, I saw: the aged pair, +Feeble and blind, were sitting there, +Like birds with clipped wings, side by side, +With none their helpless steps to guide. +Their idle hours the twain beguiled +With talk of their returning child, +And still the cheering hope enjoyed, +The hope, alas, by me destroyed. +Then spoke the sage, as drawing near +The sound of footsteps reached his ear: +“Dear son, the water quickly bring; +Why hast thou made this tarrying? +Thy mother thirsts, and thou hast played, +And bathing in the brook delayed. +She weeps because thou camest not; +Haste, O my son, within the cot. +If she or I have ever done +A thing to pain thee, dearest son, +Dismiss the memory from thy mind: +A hermit thou, be good and kind. +On thee our lives, our all, depend: +Thou art thy friendless parents' friend. +The eyeless couple's eye art thou: +Then why so cold and silent now?” +With sobbing voice and bosom wrung +I scarce could move my faltering tongue, +And with my spirit filled with dread +I looked upon the sage, and said, +While mind, and sense, and nerve I strung +To fortify my trembling tongue, +And let the aged hermit know +His son's sad fate, my fear and woe: +“High-minded Saint, not I thy child, +A warrior, Daśaratha styled. +I bear a grievous sorrow's weight +Born of a deed which good men hate. +My lord, I came to Sarjú's shore, +And in my hand my bow I bore +For elephant or beast of chase +That seeks by night his drinking place. +There from the stream a sound I heard +As if a jar the water stirred. +An elephant, I thought, was nigh: +I aimed, and let an arrow fly. +Swift to the place I made my way, +And there a wounded hermit lay +Gasping for breath: the deadly dart +Stood quivering in his youthful heart. +I hastened near with pain oppressed; +He faltered out his last behest. +And quickly, as he bade me do, +From his pierced side the shaft I drew. +I drew the arrow from the rent, +And up to heaven the hermit went, +Lamenting, as from earth he passed, +His aged parents to the last. +Thus, unaware, the deed was done: +My hand, unwitting, killed thy son. +For what remains, O, let me win +Thy pardon for my heedless sin.” +As the sad tale of sin I told +The hermit's grief was uncontrolled. +With flooded eyes, and sorrow-faint, +Thus spake the venerable saint: +I stood with hand to hand applied, +And listened as he spoke and sighed: +“If thou, O King, hadst left unsaid +By thine own tongue this tale of dread, +Thy head for hideous guilt accursed +Had in a thousand pieces burst. +A hermit's blood by warrior spilt, +In such a case, with purposed guilt, +Down from his high estate would bring +Even the thunder's mighty King. +And he a dart who conscious sends +Against the devotee who spends +His pure life by the law of Heaven— +That sinner's head will split in seven. +Thou livest, for thy heedless hand +Has wrought a deed thou hast not planned, +Else thou and all of Raghu's line +Had perished by this act of thine. +Now guide us,” thus the hermit said, +“Forth to the spot where he lies dead. +Guide us, this day, O Monarch, we +For the last time our son would see: +The hermit dress of skin he wore +Rent from his limbs distained with gore; +His senseless body lying slain, +His soul in Yama's dark domain.” +Alone the mourning pair I led, +Their souls with woe disquieted, +And let the dame and hermit lay +[pg 171] +Their hands upon the breathless clay. +The father touched his son, and pressed +The body to his aged breast; +Then falling by the dead boy's side, +He lifted up his voice, and cried: +“Hast thou no word, my child, to say? +No greeting for thy sire to-day? +Why art thou angry, darling? why +Wilt thou upon the cold earth lie? +If thou, my son, art wroth with me, +Here, duteous child, thy mother see. +What! no embrace for me, my son? +No word of tender love—not one? +Whose gentle voice, so soft and clear, +Soothing my spirit, shall I hear +When evening comes, with accents sweet +Scripture or ancient lore repeat? +Who, having fed the sacred fire, +And duly bathed, as texts require, +Will cheer, when evening rites are done, +The father mourning for his son? +Who will the daily meal provide +For the poor wretch who lacks a guide, +Feeding the helpless with the best +Berries and roots, like some dear guest? +How can these hands subsistence find +For thy poor mother, old and blind? +The wretched votaress how sustain, +Who mourns her child in ceaseless pain? +Stay yet a while, my darling, stay, +Nor fly to Yama's realm to-day. +To-morrow I thy sire and she +Who bare thee, child, will go with, thee.337 +Then when I look on Yama, I +To great Vivasvat's son will cry: +“Hear, King of justice, and restore +Our child to feed us, I implore. +Lord of the world, of mighty fame, +Faithful and just, admit my claim, +And grant this single boon to free +My soul from fear, to one like me.” +Because, my son, untouched by stain, +By sinful hands thou fallest slain, +Win, through thy truth, the sphere where those +Who die by hostile darts repose. +Seek the blest home prepared for all +The valiant who in battle fall, +Who face the foe and scorn to yield, +In glory dying on the field. +Rise to the heaven where Dhundhumar +And Nahush, mighty heroes, are, +Where Janamejay and the blest +Dilípa, Sagar, Saivya, rest: +Home of all virtuous spirits, earned +By fervent rites and Scripture learned: +By those whose sacred fires have glowed, +Whose liberal hands have fields bestowed: +By givers of a thousand cows, +By lovers of one faithful spouse: +By those who serve their masters well, +And cast away this earthly shell. +None of my race can ever know +The bitter pain of lasting woe. +But doomed to that dire fate is he +Whose guilty hand has slaughtered thee.” +Thus with wild tears the aged saint +Made many a time his piteous plaint, +Then with his wife began to shed +The funeral water for the dead. +But in a shape celestial clad, +Won by the merits of the lad, +The spirit from the body brake +And to the mourning parents spake: +“A glorious home in realms above +Rewards my care and filial love. +You, honoured parents, soon shall be +Partakers of that home with me.” +He spake, and swiftly mounting high, +With Indra near him, to the sky +On a bright car, with flame that glowed, +Sublime the duteous hermit rode. +The father, with his consort's aid, +The funeral rites with water paid, +And thus his speech to me renewed +Who stood in suppliant attitude: +“Slay me this day, O, slay me, King, +For death no longer has a sting. +Childless am I: thy dart has done +To death my dear, my only son. +Because the boy I loved so well +Slain by thy heedless arrow fell, +My curse upon thy soul shall press +With bitter woe and heaviness. +I mourn a slaughtered child, and thou +Shalt feel the pangs that kill me now. +Bereft and suffering e'en as I, +So shalt thou mourn thy son, and die. +Thy hand unwitting dealt the blow +That laid a holy hermit low, +And distant, therefore, is the time +When thou shalt suffer for the crime. +The hour shall come when, crushed by woes +Like these I feel, thy life shall close: +A debt to pay in after days +Like his the priestly fee who pays.” +This curse on me the hermit laid, +Nor yet his tears and groans were stayed. +Then on the pyre their bodies cast +The pair; and straight to heaven they passed. +As in sad thought I pondered long +Back to my memory came the wrong +Done in wild youth, O lady dear, +When 'twas my boast to shoot by ear. +[pg 172] +The deed has borne the fruit, which now +Hangs ripe upon the bending bough: +Thus dainty meats the palate please, +And lure the weak to swift disease. +Now on my soul return with dread +The words that noble hermit said, +That I for a dear son should grieve, +And of the woe my life should leave.” +Thus spake the king with many a tear; +Then to his wife he cried in fear: +“I cannot see thee, love; but lay +Thy gentle hand in mine, I pray. +Ah me, if Rama touched me thus, +If once, returning home to us, +He bade me wealth and lordship give, +Then, so I think, my soul would live. +Unlike myself, unjust and mean +Have been my ways with him, my Queen, +But like himself is all that he, +My noble son, has done to me. +His son, though far from right he stray, +What prudent sire would cast away? +What banished son would check his ire, +Nor speak reproaches of his sire? +I see thee not: these eyes grow blind, +And memory quits my troubled mind. +Angels of Death are round me: they +Summon my soul with speed away. +What woe more grievous can there be, +That, when from light and life I flee, +I may not, ere I part, behold +My virtuous Rama, true and bold? +Grief for my son, the brave and true, +Whose joy it was my will to do, +Dries up my breath, as summer dries +The last drop in the pool that lies. +Not men, but blessed Gods, are they +Whose eyes shall see his face that day; +See him, when fourteen years are past, +With earrings decked return at last. +My fainting mind forgets to think: +Low and more low my spirits sink. +Each from its seat, my senses steal: +I cannot hear, or taste, or feel. +This lethargy of soul o'ercomes +Each organ, and its function numbs: +So when the oil begins to fail, +The torch's rays grow faint and pale. +This flood of woe caused by this hand +Destroys me helpless and unmanned, +Resistless as the floods that bore +A passage through the river shore. +Ah Raghu's son, ah mighty-armed, +By whom my cares were soothed and charmed, +My son in whom I took delight, +Now vanished from thy father's sight! +Kauśalya, ah, I cannot see; +Sumitra, gentle devotee! +Alas, Kaikeyí, cruel dame, +My bitter foe, thy father's shame!” +Kauśalya and Sumitra kept +Their watch beside him as he wept. +And Daśaratha moaned and sighed, +And grieving for his darling died. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_14.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_14.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..506453e4c4aabbed7f3de4f69066a77b5223af66 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_14.txt @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ +Canto XV. The Nectar. + +The saint, well read in holy lore, +Pondered awhile his answer o'er, +And thus again addressed the king, +His wandering thoughts regathering: +“Another rite will I begin +Which shall the sons thou cravest win, +Where all things shall be duly sped +And first Atharva texts be read.” +Then by Vibhandak's gentle son +Was that high sacrifice begun, +The king's advantage seeking still +And zealous to perform his will. +Now all the Gods had gathered there, +Each one for his allotted share: +Brahma, the ruler of the sky, +Sthanu, Narayan, Lord most high, +And holy Indra men might view +With Maruts105 for his retinue; +The heavenly chorister, and saint, +And spirit pure from earthly taint, +With one accord had sought the place +The high-souled monarch's rite to grace. +Then to the Gods who came to take +Their proper share the hermit spake: +“For you has Daśaratha slain +The votive steed, a son to gain; +Stern penance-rites the king has tried, +And in firm faith on you relied, +And now with undiminished care +A second rite would fain prepare. +But, O ye Gods, consent to grant +The longing of your supplicant. +For him beseeching hands I lift, +And pray you all to grant the gift, +That four fair sons of high renown +The offerings of the king may crown.” +They to the hermit's son replied: +“His longing shall be gratified. +For, Brahman, in most high degree +We love the king and honour thee.” +These words the Gods in answer said, +And vanished thence by Indra led. +Thus to the Lord, the worlds who made, +The Immortals all assembled prayed: +“O Brahma, mighty by thy grace, +Ravan, who rules the giant race, +Torments us in his senseless pride, +And penance-loving saints beside. +For thou well pleased in days of old +Gavest the boon that makes him bold, +That God nor demon e'er should kill +His charmed life, for so thy will. +We, honouring that high behest, +Bear all his rage though sore distressed. +That lord of giants fierce and fell +Scourges the earth and heaven and hell. +Mad with thy boon, his impious rage +Smites saint and bard and God and sage. +The sun himself withholds his glow, +The wind in fear forbears to blow; +The fire restrains his wonted heat +Where stand the dreaded Ravan's feet, +And, necklaced with the wandering wave, +The sea before him fears to rave. +Kuvera's self in sad defeat +Is driven from his blissful seat. +We see, we feel the giant's might, +And woe comes o'er us and affright. +To thee, O Lord, thy suppliants pray +To find some cure this plague to stay.” +Thus by the gathered Gods addressed +He pondered in his secret breast, +And said: “One only way I find +To slay this fiend of evil mind. +He prayed me once his life to guard +From demon, God, and heavenly bard, +And spirits of the earth and air, +And I consenting heard his prayer. +But the proud giant in his scorn +Recked not of man of woman born. +None else may take his life away, +But only man the fiend may slay.” +The Gods, with Indra at their head, +Rejoiced to hear the words he said. +Then crowned with glory like a flame, +Lord Vishnu to the council came; +His hands shell, mace, and discus bore, +And saffron were the robes he wore. +[pg 026] +Riding his eagle through the crowd, +As the sun rides upon a cloud, +With bracelets of fine gold, he came +Loud welcomed by the Gods' acclaim. +His praise they sang with one consent, +And cried, in lowly reverence bent: +“O Lord whose hand fierce Madhu106 slew, +Be thou our refuge, firm and true; +Friend of the suffering worlds art thou, +We pray thee help thy suppliants now.” +Then Vishnu spake: “Ye Gods, declare, +What may I do to grant your prayer?” +“King Daśaratha,” thus cried they, +“Fervent in penance many a day, +The sacrificial steed has slain, +Longing for sons, but all in vain. +Now, at the cry of us forlorn, +Incarnate as his seed be born. +Three queens has he: each lovely dame +Like Beauty, Modesty, or Fame. +Divide thyself in four, and be +His offspring by these noble three. +Man's nature take, and slay in fight +Ravan who laughs at heavenly might: +This common scourge, this rankling thorn +Whom the three worlds too long have borne +For Ravan in the senseless pride +Of might unequalled has defied +The host of heaven, and plagues with woe +Angel and bard and saint below, +Crushing each spirit and each maid +Who plays in Nandan's107 heavenly shade. +O conquering Lord, to thee we bow; +Our surest hope and trust art thou. +Regard the world of men below, +And slay the Gods' tremendous foe.” +When thus the suppliant Gods had prayed, +His wise reply Narayan108 made: +“What task demands my presence there, +And whence this dread, ye Gods declare.” +The Gods replied: “We fear, O Lord, +Fierce Ravan, ravener abhorred. +Be thine the glorious task, we pray, +In human form this fiend to slay. +By thee of all the Blest alone +This sinner may be overthrown. +He gained by penance long and dire +The favour of the mighty Sire. +Then He who every gift bestows +Guarded the fiend from heavenly foes, +And gave a pledge his life that kept +From all things living, man except. +On him thus armed no other foe +Than man may deal the deadly blow. +Assume, O King, a mortal birth, +And strike the demon to the earth.” +Then Vishnu, God of Gods, the Lord +Supreme by all the worlds adored, +To Brahma and the suppliants spake: +“Dismiss your fear: for your dear sake +In battle will I smite him dead, +The cruel fiend, the Immortal's dread. +And lords and ministers and all +His kith and kin with him shall fall. +Then, in the world of mortal men, +Ten thousand years and hundreds ten +I as a human king will reign, +And guard the earth as my domain.” +God, saint, and nymph, and minstrel throng +With heavenly voices raised their song +In hymns of triumph to the God +Whose conquering feet on Madhu trod: +“Champion of Gods, as man appear, +This cruel Ravan slay, +The thorn that saints and hermits fear, +The plague that none can stay. +In savage fury uncontrolled +His pride for ever grows: +He dares the Lord of Gods to hold +Among his deadly foes.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_140.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_140.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d042ba4e2a074a1289b06e57ed3f76c2802c1d63 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_140.txt @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +Canto LXVI. The Embalming. + +And now the night had past away, +And brightly dawned another day; +The minstrels, trained to play and sing, +Flocked to the chamber of the king: +Bards, who their gayest raiment wore, +And heralds famed for ancient lore: +And singers, with their songs of praise, +Made music in their several ways. +There as they poured their blessings choice +And hailed their king with hand and voice, +Their praises with a swelling roar +Echoed through court and corridor. +Then as the bards his glory sang, +From beaten palms loud answer rang, +As glad applauders clapped their hands, +And told his deeds in distant lands. +The swelling concert woke a throng +Of sleeping birds to life and song: +Some in the branches of the trees, +Some caged in halls and galleries. +Nor was the soft string music mute; +The gentle whisper of the lute, +And blessings sung by singers skilled +The palace of the monarch filled. +Eunuchs and dames of life unstained, +Each in the arts of waiting trained, +Drew near attentive as before, +And crowded to the chamber door: +These skilful when and how to shed +The lustral stream o'er limb and head, +Others with golden ewers stood +Of water stained with sandal wood. +And many a maid, pure, young, and fair, +Her load of early offerings bare, +Cups of the flood which all revere, +And sacred things, and toilet gear. +Each several thing was duly brought +As rule of old observance taught, +And lucky signs on each impressed +Stamped it the fairest and the best. +There anxious, in their long array, +All waited till the shine of day: +But when the king nor rose nor spoke, +Doubt and alarm within them woke. +Forthwith the dames, by duty led, +Attendants on the monarch's bed, +Within the royal chamber pressed +To wake their master from his rest. +Skilled in the lore of dreaming, they +First touched the bed on which he lay. +But none replied; no sound was heard, +[pg 173] +Nor hand, nor head, nor body stirred. +They trembled, and their dread increased, +Fearing his breath of life had ceased, +And bending low their heads, they shook +Like the tall reeds that fringe the brook. +In doubt and terror down they knelt, +Looked on his face, his cold hand felt, +And then the gloomy truth appeared +Of all their hearts had darkly feared. +Kauśalya and Sumitra, worn +With weeping for their sons, forlorn, +Woke not, but lay in slumber deep +And still as death's unending sleep. +Bowed down by grief, her colour fled, +Her wonted lustre dull and dead, +Kauśalya shone not, like a star +Obscured behind a cloudy bar. +Beside the king's her couch was spread, +And next was Queen Sumitra's bed, +Who shone no more with beauty's glow, +Her face bedewed with tears of woe. +There lapped in sleep each wearied queen, +There as in sleep, the king was seen; +And swift the troubling thought came o'er +Their spirits that he breathed no more. +At once with wailing loud and high +The matrons shrieked a bitter cry, +As widowed elephants bewail +Their dead lord in the woody vale. +At the loud shriek that round them rang, +Kauśalya and Sumitra sprang +Awakened from their beds, with eyes +Wide open in their first surprise. +Quick to the monarch's side they came, +And saw and touched his lifeless frame; +One cry, O husband! forth they sent, +And prostrate to the ground they went. +The king of Kośal's daughter338 there +Writhed, with the dust on limb and hair +Lustreless, as a star might lie +Hurled downward from the glorious sky. +When the king's voice in death was stilled, +The women who the chamber filled +Saw, like a widow elephant slain, +Kauśalya prostrate in her pain. +Then all the monarch's ladies led +By Queen Kaikeyí at their head, +Poured forth their tears, and weeping so, +Sank on the ground, consumed by woe. +The cry of grief so long and loud +Went up from all the royal crowd, +That, doubled by the matron train, +It made the palace ring again. +Filled with dark fear and eager eyes, +Anxiety and wild surmise; +Echoing with the cries of grief +Of sorrowing friends who mourned their chief, +Dejected, pale with deep distress, +Hurled from their height of happiness: +Such was the look the palace wore +Where lay the king who breathed no more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_141.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_141.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..72729942967f830fd4094013d0c96322a7da7fe7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_141.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto LXVII. The Praise Of Kings. + +Kauśalya's eyes with tears o'erflowed, +Weighed down by varied sorrows' load; +On her dead lord her gaze she bent, +Who lay like fire whose might is spent, +Like the great deep with waters dry, +Or like the clouded sun on high. +Then on her lap she laid his head. +And on Kaikeyí looked and said: +“Triumphant now enjoy thy reign +Without a thorn thy side to pain. +Thou hast pursued thy single aim, +And killed the king, O wicked dame. +Far from my sight my Rama flies, +My perished lord has sought the skies. +No friend, no hope my life to cheer, +I cannot tread the dark path here. +Who would forsake her husband, who +That God to whom her love is due, +And wish to live one hour, but she +Whose heart no duty owns, like thee? +The ravenous sees no fault: his greed +Will e'en on poison blindly feed. +Kaikeyí, through a hump-back maid, +This royal house in death has laid. +King Janak, with his queen, will hear +Heart rent like me the tidings drear +Of Rama banished by the king, +Urged by her impious counselling. +No son has he, his age is great, +And sinking with the double weight, +He for his darling child will pine, +And pierced with woe his life resign. +Sprung from Videha's monarch, she +A sad and lovely devotee, +Roaming the wood, unmeet for woe, +Will toil and trouble undergo. +She in the gloomy night with fear +The cries of beast and bird will hear, +And trembling in her wild alarm +Will cling to Rama's sheltering arm. +Ah, little knows my duteous son +That I am widowed and undone— +My Rama of the lotus eye, +Gone hence, gone hence, alas, to die. +Now, as a living wife and true, +I, e'en this day, will perish too: +Around his form these arms will throw +And to the fire with him will go.” +Clasping her husband's lifeless clay +A while the weeping votaress lay, +Till chamberlains removed her thence +[pg 174] +O'ercome by sorrow's violence. +Then in a cask of oil they laid +Him who in life the world had swayed, +And finished, as the lords desired, +All rites for parted souls required. +The lords, all-wise, refused to burn +The monarch ere his son's return; +So for a while the corpse they set +Embalmed in oil, and waited yet. +The women heard: no doubt remained, +And wildly for the king they plained. +With gushing tears that drowned each eye +Wildly they waved their arms on high, +And each her mangling nails impressed +Deep in her head and knee and breast: +“Of Rama reft,—who ever spake +The sweetest words the heart to take, +Who firmly to the truth would cling,— +Why dost thou leave us, mighty King? +How can the consorts thou hast left +Widowed, of Raghu's son bereft, +Live with our foe Kaikeyí near, +The wicked queen we hate and fear? +She threw away the king, her spite +Drove Rama forth and Lakshman's might, +And gentle Síta: how will she +Spare any, whosoe'er it be?” +Oppressed with sorrow, tear-distained, +The royal women thus complained. +Like night when not a star appears, +Like a sad widow drowned in tears, +Ayodhya's city, dark and dim, +Reft of her lord was sad for him. +When thus for woe the king to heaven had fled, +And still on earth his lovely wives remained. +With dying light the sun to rest had sped, +And night triumphant o'er the landscape reigned. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_142.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_142.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3f2446c43df25d65f9ea8d8efa99278feec45d4c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_142.txt @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +Canto LXVIII. The Envoys. + +That night of sorrow passed away, +And rose again the God of Day. +Then all the twice-born peers of state +Together met for high debate. +Javalí, lord of mighty fame. +And Gautam, and Katyayan came, +And Markandeya's reverend age, +And Vamadeva, glorious sage: +Sprung from Mudgalya's seed the one, +The other ancient Kaśyap's son. +With lesser lords these Brahmans each +Spoke in his turn his several speech, +And turning to Vaśishṭha, best +Of household priests him thus addressed: +“The night of bitter woe has past, +Which seemed a hundred years to last, +Our king, in sorrow for his son, +Reunion with the Five has won. +His soul is where the blessed are, +While Rama roams in woods afar, +And Lakshman, bright in glorious deeds, +Goes where his well-loved brother leads. +And Bharat and Śatrughna, they +Who smite their foes in battle fray, +Far in the realm of Kekaya stay, +Where their maternal grandsire's care +Keeps Rajagriha's city fair. +Let one of old Ikshvaku's race +Obtain this day the sovereign's place, +Or havoc and destruction straight +Our kingless land will devastate. +In kingless lands no thunder's voice, +No lightning wreaths the heart rejoice, +Nor does Parjanya's heavenly rain +Descend upon the burning plain. +Where none is king, the sower's hand +Casts not the seed upon the land; +The son against the father strives. +And husbands fail to rule their wives. +In kingless realms no princes call +Their friends to meet in crowded hall; +No joyful citizens resort +To garden trim or sacred court. +In kingless realms no Twice-born care +To sacrifice with text and prayer, +Nor Brahmans, who their vows maintain, +The great solemnities ordain. +The joys of happier days have ceased: +No gathering, festival, or feast +Together calls the merry throng +Delighted with the play and song. +In kingless lands it ne'er is well +With sons of trade who buy and sell: +No men who pleasant tales repeat +Delight the crowd with stories sweet. +In kingless realms we ne'er behold +Young maidens decked with gems and gold, +Flock to the gardens blithe and gay +To spend their evening hours in play. +No lover in the flying car +Rides with his love to woods afar. +In kingless lands no wealthy swain +Who keeps the herd and reaps the grain, +Lies sleeping, blest with ample store, +Securely near his open door. +Upon the royal roads we see +No tusked elephant roaming free, +Of three-score years, whose head and neck +Sweet tinkling bells of silver deck. +We hear no more the glad applause +When his strong bow each rival draws, +No clap of hands, no eager cries +That cheer each martial exercise. +In kingless realms no merchant bands +Who travel forth to distant lands, +With precious wares their wagons load, +[pg 175] +And fear no danger on the road. +No sage secure in self-control, +Brooding on God with mind and soul, +In lonely wanderings finds his home +Where'er at eve his feet may roam. +In kingless realms no man is sure +He holds his life and wealth secure. +In kingless lands no warriors smite +The foeman's host in glorious fight. +In kingless lands the wise no more, +Well trained in Scripture's holy lore, +In shady groves and gardens meet +To argue in their calm retreat. +No longer, in religious fear, +Do they who pious vows revere, +Bring dainty cates and wreaths of flowers +As offerings to the heavenly powers. +No longer, bright as trees in spring, +Shine forth the children of the king +Resplendent in the people's eyes +With aloe wood and sandal dyes. +A brook where water once has been, +A grove where grass no more is green, +Kine with no herdsman's guiding hand— +So wretched is a kingless land. +The car its waving banner rears, +Banner of fire the smoke appears: +Our king, the banner of our pride, +A God with Gods is glorified. +In kingless lands no law is known, +And none may call his wealth his own, +Each preys on each from hour to hour, +As fish the weaker fish devour. +Then fearless, atheists overleap +The bounds of right the godly keep, +And when no royal powers restrain, +Preëminence and lordship gain. +As in the frame of man the eye +Keeps watch and ward, a careful spy, +The monarch in his wide domains +Protects the truth, the right maintains. +He is the right, the truth is he, +Their hopes in him the well-born see. +On him his people's lives depend, +Mother is he, and sire, and friend. +The world were veiled in blinding night, +And none could see or know aright, +Ruled there no king in any state +The good and ill to separate. +We will obey thy word and will +As if our king were living still: +As keeps his bounds the faithful sea, +So we observe thy high decree. +O best of Brahmans, first in place, +Our kingless land lies desolate: +Some scion of Ikshvaku's race +Do thou as monarch consecrate.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_143.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_143.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ac97c71de1f6786b36ee353b507329cb75817339 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_143.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto LXIX. Bharat's Dream. + +Vaśishṭha heard their speech and prayer, +And thus addressed the concourse there, +Friends, Brahmans, counsellors, and all +Assembled in the palace hall: +“Ye know that Bharat, free from care, +Still lives in Rajagriha339 where +The father of his mother reigns: +Śatrughna by his side remains. +Let active envoys, good at need, +Thither on fleetest horses speed, +To bring the hero youths away: +Why waste the time in dull delay?” +Quick came from all the glad reply: +“Vaśishṭha, let the envoys fly!” +He heard their speech, and thus renewed +His charge before the multitude: +“Nandan, Aśok, Siddharth, attend, +Your ears, Jayanta, Vijay, lend: +Be yours, what need requires, to do: +I speak these words to all of you. +With coursers of the fleetest breed +To Rajagriha's city speed. +Then rid your bosoms of distress, +And Bharat thus from me address: +“The household priest and peers by us +Send health to thee and greet thee thus: +Come to thy father's home with haste: +Thine absent time no longer waste.” +But speak no word of Rama fled, +Tell not the prince his sire is dead, +Nor to the royal youth the fate +That ruins Raghu's race relate. +Go quickly hence, and with you bear +Fine silken vestures rich and rare, +And gems and many a precious thing +As gifts to Bharat and the king.” +With ample stores of food supplied, +Each to his home the envoys hied, +Prepared, with steeds of swiftest race, +To Kekaya's land340 their way to trace. +They made all due provision there, +And every need arranged with care, +Then ordered by Vaśishṭha, they +Went forth with speed upon their way. +Then northward of Pralamba, west +Of Apartala, on they pressed, +Crossing the Maliní that flowed +With gentle stream athwart the road. +They traversed Ganga's holy waves +[pg 176] +Where she Hastinapura341 laves, +Thence to Panchala342 westward fast +Through Kurujangal's land343 they passed. +On, on their course the envoys held +By urgency of task impelled. +Quick glancing at each lucid flood +And sweet lake gay with flower and bud. +Beyond, they passed unwearied o'er, +Where glad birds fill the flood and shore +Of Śaradanḍa racing fleet +With heavenly water clear and sweet, +Thereby a tree celestial grows +Which every boon on prayer bestows: +To its blest shade they humbly bent, +Then to Kulinga's town they went. +Then, having passed the Warrior's Wood, +In Abhikala next they stood, +O'er sacred Ikshumatí344 came, +Their ancient kings' ancestral claim. +They saw the learned Brahmans stand, +Each drinking from his hollowed hand, +And through Bahíka345 journeying still +They reached at length Sudaman's hill: +There Vishnu's footstep turned to see, +Vipaśa346 viewed, and Śalmalí, +And many a lake and river met, +Tank, pool, and pond, and rivulet. +And lions saw, and tigers near, +And elephants and herds of deer, +And still, by prompt obedience led, +Along the ample road they sped. +Then when their course so swift and long, +Had worn their steeds though fleet and strong, +To Girivraja's splendid town +They came by night, and lighted down. +To please their master, and to guard +The royal race, the lineal right, +The envoys, spent with riding hard, +To that fair city came by night.347 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_144.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_144.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1773c0114e1e402353e8ae35dfb64f9c49367c32 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_144.txt @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +Canto LXX. Bharat's Departure. + +The night those messengers of state +Had past within the city's gate, +In dreams the slumbering Bharat saw +A sight that chilled his soul with awe. +The dream that dire events foretold +Left Bharat's heart with horror cold, +[pg 177] +And with consuming woes distraught, +Upon his aged sire he thought. +His dear companions, swift to trace +The signs of anguish on his face, +Drew near, his sorrow to expel, +And pleasant tales began to tell. +Some woke sweet music's cheering sound, +And others danced in lively round. +With joke and jest they strove to raise +His spirits, quoting ancient plays; +But Bharat still, the lofty-souled, +Deaf to sweet tales his fellows told, +Unmoved by music, dance, and jest, +Sat silent, by his woe oppressed. +To him, begirt by comrades near, +Thus spoke the friend he held most dear: +“Why ringed around by friends, art thou +So silent and so mournful now?” +“Hear thou,” thus Bharat made reply, +“What chills my heart and dims mine eye. +I dreamt I saw the king my sire +Sink headlong in a lake of mire +Down from a mountain high in air, +His body soiled, and loose his hair. +Upon the miry lake he seemed +To lie and welter, as I dreamed; +With hollowed hands full many a draught +Of oil he took, and loudly laughed. +With head cast down I saw him make +A meal on sesamum and cake; +The oil from every member dripped, +And in its clammy flood he dipped. +The ocean's bed was bare and dry, +The moon had fallen from the sky, +And all the world lay still and dead, +With whelming darkness overspread. +The earth was rent and opened wide, +The leafy trees were scorched, and died; +I saw the seated mountains split, +And wreaths of rising smoke emit. +The stately beast the monarch rode +His long tusks rent and splintered showed; +And flames that quenched and cold had lain +Blazed forth with kindled light again. +I looked, and many a handsome dame, +Arrayed in brown and sable came +And bore about the monarch, dressed, +On iron stool, in sable vest. +And then the king, of virtuous mind, +A blood-red wreath around him twined, +Forth on an ass-drawn chariot sped, +As southward still he bent his head. +Then, crimson-clad, a dame appeared +Who at the monarch laughed and jeered; +And a she-monster, dire to view, +Her hand upon his body threw. +Such is the dream I dreamt by night, +Which chills me yet with wild affright: +Either the king or Rama, I +Or Lakshman now must surely die. +For when an ass-drawn chariot seems +To bear away a man in dreams, +Be sure above his funeral pyre +The smoke soon rears its cloudy spire. +This makes my spirit low and weak, +My tongue is slow and loth to speak: +My lips and throat are dry for dread, +And all my soul disquieted. +My lips, relaxed, can hardly speak, +And chilling dread has changed my cheek +I blame myself in aimless fears, +And still no cause of blame appears. +I dwell upon this dream of ill +Whose changing scenes I viewed, +And on the startling horror still +My troubled thoughts will brood. +Still to my soul these terrors cling, +Reluctant to depart, +And the strange vision of the king +Still weighs upon my heart.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_145.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_145.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f2136aa06218d1cefd44ab85007283c9950bc468 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_145.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +Canto LXXI. Bharat's Return. + +While thus he spoke, the envoys borne +On horses faint and travel-worn +Had gained the city fenced around +With a deep moat's protecting bound. +An audience of the king they gained, +And honours from the prince obtained; +The monarch's feet they humbly pressed, +To Bharat next these words addressed: +“The household priest and peers by us +Send health to thee and greet thee thus: +“Come to thy father's house with haste: +Thine absent time no longer waste.” +Receive these vestures rich and rare, +These costly gems and jewels fair, +And to thy uncle here present +Each precious robe and ornament. +These for the king and him suffice— +Two hundred millions is their price— +These, worth a hundred millions, be +Reserved, O large-eyed Prince, for thee.” +Loving his friends with heart and soul, +The joyful prince received the whole, +Due honour to the envoys paid, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“Of Daśaratha tidings tell: +Is the old king my father well? +Is Rama, and is Lakshman, he +Of the high-soul, from sickness free? +And she who walks where duty leads, +Kauśalya, known for gracious deeds, +Mother of Rama, loving spouse, +Bound to her lord by well kept vows? +And Lakshman's mother too, the dame +Sumitra skilled in duty's claim, +Who brave Śatrughna also bare, +Second in age,—her health declare. +[pg 178] +And she, in self-conceit most sage, +With selfish heart most prone to rage, +My mother, fares she well? has she +Sent message or command to me?” +Thus Bharat spake, the mighty-souled, +And they in brief their tidings told: +“All they of whom thou askest dwell, +O lion lord, secure and well: +Thine all the smiles of fortune are: +Make ready; let them yoke the car.” +Thus by the royal envoys pressed, +Bharat again the band addressed: +“I go with you: no long delay, +A single hour I bid you stay.” +Thus Bharat, son of him who swayed +Ayodhyas realm, his answer made, +And then bespoke, his heart to please, +His mother's sire in words like these: +“I go to see my father, King, +Urged by the envoys' summoning; +And when thy soul desires to see +Thy grandson, will return to thee.” +The king his grandsire kissed his head, +And in reply to Bharat said: +“Go forth, dear child: how blest is she, +The mother of a son like thee! +Greet well thy sire, thy mother greet, +O thou whose arms the foe defeat; +The household priest, and all the rest +Amid the Twice-born chief and best; +And Rama and brave Lakshman, who +Shoot the long shaft with aim so true.” +To him the king high honour showed, +And store of wealth and gifts bestowed, +The choicest elephants to ride, +And skins and blankets deftly dyed, +A thousand strings of golden beads, +And sixteen hundred mettled steeds: +And boundless wealth before him piled +Gave Kekaya to Kaikeyí's child. +And men of counsel, good and tried, +On whose firm truth he aye relied, +King Aśvapati gave with speed +Prince Bharat on his way to lead. +And noble elephants, strong and young, +From sires of Indraśira sprung, +And others tall and fair to view +Of great Airavat's lineage true: +And well yoked asses fleet of limb +The prince his uncle gave to him. +And dogs within the palace bred, +Of body vast and massive head, +With mighty fangs for battle, brave, +The tiger's match in strength, he gave. +Yet Bharat's bosom hardly glowed +To see the wealth the king bestowed; +For he would speed that hour away, +Such care upon his bosom lay: +Those eager envoys urged him thence, +And that sad vision's influence. +He left his court-yard, crowded then +With elephants and steeds and men, +And, peerless in immortal fame, +To the great royal street he came. +He saw, as farther still he went, +The inner rooms most excellent, +And passed the doors, to him unclosed, +Where check nor bar his way oppossd. +There Bharat stayed to bid adieu +To grandsire and to uncle too, +Then, with Śatrughna by his side, +Mounting his car, away he hied. +The strong-wheeled cars were yoked, and they +More than a hundred, rolled away: +Servants, with horses, asses, kine, +Followed their lord in endless line. +So, guarded by his own right hand, +Forth high-souled Bharat hied, +Surrounded by a lordly band +On whom the king relied. +Beside him sat Śatrughna dear, +The scourge of trembling foes: +Thus from the light of Indra's sphere +A saint made perfect goes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_146.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_146.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b3d06f40cf6cf71333e671d10f3e24bec2a169e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_146.txt @@ -0,0 +1,164 @@ +Canto LXXII. Bharat's Inquiry. + +Then Bharat's face was eastward bent +As from the royal town he went. +He reached Sudama's farther side, +And glorious, gazed upon the tide; +Passed Hladiní, and saw her toss +Her westering billows hard to cross. +Then old Ikshvaku's famous son +O'er Śatadrú348 his passage won, +Near Ailadhana on the strand, +And came to Aparparyat's land. +O'er Śila's flood he hurried fast, +Akurvatí's fair stream he passed, +Crossed o'er agneya's rapid rill, +And Śalyakartan onward still. +Śilavaha's swift stream he eyed, +True to his vows and purified, +Then crossed the lofty hills, and stood +In Chaitraratha's mighty wood. +He reached the confluence where meet +Sarasvatí349 and Ganga fleet, +And through Bharunḍa forest, spread +Northward of Viramatsya, sped. +He sought Kalinda's child, who fills +[pg 179] +The soul with joy, begirt by hills, +Reached Yamuna, and passing o'er, +Rested his army on the shore: +He gave his horses food and rest, +Bathed reeking limb and drooping crest. +They drank their fill and bathed them there, +And water for their journey bare. +Thence through a mighty wood he sped +All wild and uninhabited, +As in fair chariot through the skies, +Most fair in shape a Storm-God flies. +At Anśudhana Ganga, hard +To cross, his onward journey barred, +So turning quickly thence he came +To Pragvaṭ's city dear to fame. +There having gained the farther side +To Kuṭikoshṭika he hied: +The stream he crossed, and onward then +To Dharmavardhan brought his men. +Thence, leaving Toran on the north, +To Jambuprastha journeyed forth. +Then onward to a pleasant grove +By fair Varútha's town he drove, +And when a while he there had stayed, +Went eastward from the friendly shade. +Eastward of Ujjihana where +The Priyak trees are tall and fair, +He passed, and rested there each steed +Exhausted with the journey's speed. +There orders to his men addressed, +With quickened pace he onward pressed, +A while at Sarvatírtha spent, +Then o'er Uttanika he went. +O'er many a stream beside he sped +With coursers on the mountains bred, +And passing Hastiprishṭhak, took +The road o'er Kuṭika's fair brook. +Then, at Lohitya's village, he +Crossed o'er the swift Kapívatí, +Then passed, where Ekaśala stands, +The Sthanumatí's flood and sands, +And Gomatí of fair renown +By Vinata's delightful town. +When to Kalinga near he drew, +A wood of Sal trees charmed the view; +That passed, the sun began to rise, +And Bharat saw with happy eyes, +Ayodhya's city, built and planned +By ancient Manu's royal hand. +Seven nights upon the road had passed, +And when he saw the town at last +Before him in her beauty spread, +Thus Bharat to the driver said: +“This glorious city from afar, +Wherein pure groves and gardens are, +Seems to my eager eyes to-day +A lifeless pile of yellow clay. +Through all her streets where erst a throng +Of men and women streamed along, +Uprose the multitudinous roar: +To-day I hear that sound no more. +No longer do mine eyes behold +The leading people, as of old, +On elephants, cars, horses, go +Abroad and homeward, to and fro. +The brilliant gardens, where we heard +The wild note of each rapturous bird, +Where men and women loved to meet, +In pleasant shades, for pastime sweet,— +These to my eyes this day appear +Joyless, and desolate, and drear: +Each tree that graced the garden grieves, +And every path is spread with leaves. +The merry cry of bird and beast, +That spake aloud their joy, has ceased: +Still is the long melodious note +That charmed us from each warbling throat. +Why blows the blessed air no more, +The incense-breathing air that bore +Its sweet incomparable scent +Of sandal and of aloe blent? +Why are the drum and tabour mute? +Why is the music of the lute +That woke responsive to the quill, +Loved by the happy, hushed and still? +My boding spirit gathers hence +Dire sins of awful consequence, +And omens, crowding on my sight, +Weigh down my soul with wild affright. +Scarce shall I find my friends who dwell +Here in Ayodhya safe and well: +For surely not without a cause +This crushing dread my soul o'erawes.” +Heart sick, dejected, every sense +Confused by terror's influence, +On to the town he quickly swept +Which King Ikshvaku's children kept. +He passed through Vaijayanta's gate, +With weary steeds, disconsolate, +And all who near their station held, +His escort, crying Victory, swelled, +With heart distracted still he bowed +Farewell to all the following crowd, +Turned to the driver and began +To question thus the weary man: +“Why was I brought, O free from blame, +So fast, unknown for what I came? +Yet fear of ill my heart appals, +And all my wonted courage falls. +For I have heard in days gone by +The changes seen when monarchs die; +And all those signs, O charioteer, +I see to-day surround me here: +Each kinsman's house looks dark and grim, +No hand delights to keep it trim: +The beauty vanished, and the pride, +The doors, unkept, stand open wide. +No morning rites are offered there, +No grateful incense loads the air, +And all therein, with brows o'ercast, +Sit joyless on the ground and fast. +Their lovely chaplets dry and dead, +[pg 180] +Their courts unswept, with dust o'erspread, +The temples of the Gods to-day +No more look beautiful and gay. +Neglected stands each holy shrine, +Each image of a Lord divine. +No shop where flowery wreaths are sold +Is bright and busy as of old. +The women and the men I mark +Absorbed in fancies dull and dark, +Their gloomy eyes with tears bedewed, +A poor afflicted multitude.” +His mind oppressed with woe and dread, +Thus Bharat to his driver said, +Viewed the dire signs Ayodhya showed, +And onward to the palace rode. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_147.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_147.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..46aa3405781b650f2618dd610472bcd14f22169b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_147.txt @@ -0,0 +1,215 @@ +Canto LXXIII. Kaikeyí Reproached. + +He entered in, he looked around, +Nor in the house his father found; +Then to his mother's dwelling, bent +To see her face, he quickly went. +She saw her son, so long away, +Returning after many a day, +And from her golden seat in joy +Sprung forward to her darling boy. +Within the bower, no longer bright, +Came Bharat lover of the right, +And bending with observance sweet +Clasped his dear mother's lovely feet. +Long kisses on his brow she pressed, +And held her hero to her breast, +Then fondly drew him to her knees, +And questioned him in words like these: +“How many nights have fled, since thou +Leftest thy grandsire's home, till now? +By flying steeds so swiftly borne, +Art thou not weak and travel-worn? +How fares the king my father, tell: +Is Yudhajit thine uncle well? +And now, my son, at length declare +The pleasure of the visit there.” +Thus to the offspring of the king +She spake with tender questioning, +And to his mother made reply +Young Bharat of the lotus eye: +“The seventh night has come and fled +Since from my grandsire's home I sped: +My mother's sire is well, and he, +Yudhajit, from all trouble free. +The gold and every precious thing +Presented by the conqueror king, +The slower guards behind convey: +I left them weary on the way. +Urged by the men my father sent, +My hasty course I hither bent: +Now, I implore, an answer deign, +And all I wish to know, explain. +Unoccupied I now behold +This couch of thine adorned with gold, +And each of King Ikshvaku's race +Appears with dark and gloomy face. +The king is aye, my mother dear, +Most constant in his visits here. +To meet my sire I sought this spot: +How is it that I find him not? +I long to clasp my father's feet: +Say where he lingers, I entreat. +Perchance the monarch may be seen +Where dwells Kauśalya, eldest queen.” +His father's fate, from him concealed, +Kaikeyí to her son revealed: +Told as glad news the story sad, +For lust of sway had made her mad: +“Thy father, O my darling, know, +Has gone the way all life must go: +Devout and famed, of lofty thought, +In whom the good their refuge sought.” +When Bharat pious, pure, and true, +Heard the sad words which pierced him through, +Grieved for the sire he loved so well +Prostrate upon the ground he fell: +Down fell the strong-armed hero, high +Tossing his arms, and a sad cry, +“Ah, woe is me, unhappy, slain!” +Burst from his lips again, again, +Afflicted for his father's fate +By grief's intolerable weight, +With every sense amazed and cowed +The splendid hero wailed aloud: +“Ah me, my royal father's bed +Of old a gentle radiance shed, +Like the pure sky when clouds are past, +And the moon's light is o'er it cast: +Ah, of its wisest lord bereft, +It shows to-day faint radiance left, +As when the moon has left the sky. +Or mighty Ocean's depths are dry.” +With choking sobs, with many a tear, +Pierced to the heart with grief sincere, +The best of conquerors poured his sighs, +And with his robe veiled face and eyes. +Kaikeyí saw him fallen there, +Godlike, afflicted, in despair, +Used every art to move him thence, +And tried him thus with eloquence: +“Arise, arise, my dearest; why +Wilt thou, famed Prince, so lowly lie? +Not by such grief as this are moved +Good men like thee, by all approved. +The earth thy father nobly swayed, +And rites to Heaven he duly paid. +At length his race of life was run: +Thou shouldst not mourn for him, my son.” +Long on the ground he wept, and rolled +From side to side, still unconsoled, +And then, with bitter grief oppressed, +His mother with these words addressed: +[pg 181] +“This joyful hope my bosom fed +When from my grandsire's halls I sped— +“The king will throne his eldest son, +And sacrifice, as should be done.” +But all is changed, my hope was vain, +And this sad heart is rent in twain, +For my dear father's face I miss, +Who ever sought his loved ones' bliss. +But in my absence, mother, say, +What sickness took my sire away? +Ah, happy Rama, happy they +Allowed his funeral rites to pay! +The glorious monarch has not learned +That I his darling have returned, +Or quickly had he hither sped, +And pressed his kisses on my head. +Where is that hand whose gentle touch, +Most soft and kind I loved so much, +The hand that loved to brush away +The dust that on his darling lay? +Quick, bear the news to Rama's ear; +Tell the great chief that I am here: +Brother, and sire, and friend, and all +Is he, and I his trusty thrall. +For noble hearts, to virtue true, +Their sires in elder brothers view. +To clasp his feet I fain would bow: +He is my hope and refuge now. +What said my glorious sire, who knew +Virtue and vice, so brave and true? +Firm in his vows, dear lady, say, +What said he ere he passed away? +What was his rede to me? I crave +To hear the last advice he gave.” +Thus closely questioned by the youth, +Kaikeyí spoke the mournful truth: +“The high-souled monarch wept and sighed, +For Rama, Síta, Lakshman, cried, +Then, best of all who go to bliss, +Passed to the world which follows this. +“Ah, blessed are the people who +Shall Rama and his Síta view, +And Lakshman of the mighty arm, +Returning free from scathe and harm.” +Such were the words, the last of all, +Thy father, ere he died, let fall, +By Fate and Death's dread coils enwound, +As some great elephant is bound.” +He heard, yet deeper in despair, +Her lips this double woe declare, +And with sad brow that showed his pain +Questioned his mother thus again: +“But where is he, of virtue tried, +Who fills Kauśalya's heart with pride, +Where is the noble Rama? where +Is Lakshman brave, and Síta fair?” +Thus pressed, the queen began to tell +The story as each thing befell, +And gave her son in words like these, +The mournful news she meant to please: +“The prince is gone in hermit dress +To Danḍak's mighty wilderness, +And Lakshman brave and Síta share +The wanderings of the exile there.” +Then Bharat's soul with fear was stirred +Lest Rama from the right had erred, +And jealous for ancestral fame, +He put this question to the dame: +“Has Rama grasped with lawless hold +A Brahman's house, or land, or gold? +Has Rama harmed with ill intent +Some poor or wealthy innocent? +Was Rama, faithless to his vows, +Enamoured of anothers spouse? +Why was he sent to Danḍak's wild, +Like one who kills an unborn child?” +He questioned thus: and she began +To tell her deeds and crafty plan. +Deceitful-hearted, fond, and blind +As is the way of womankind: +“No Brahman's wealth has Rama seized, +No dame his wandering fancy pleased; +His very eyes he ne'er allows +To gaze upon a neighbour's spouse. +But when I heard the monarch planned +To give the realm to Rama's hand, +I prayed that Rama hence might flee, +And claimed the throne, my son, for thee. +The king maintained the name he bare, +And did according to my prayer, +And Rama, with his brother, sent, +And Síta, forth to banishment. +When his dear son was seen no more, +The lord of earth was troubled sore: +Too feeble with his grief to strive, +He joined the elemental Five. +Up then, most dutiful! maintain +The royal state, arise, and reign. +For thee, my darling son, for thee +All this was planned and wrought by me. +Come, cast thy grief and pain aside, +With manly courage fortified. +This town and realm are all thine own, +And fear and grief are here unknown. +Come, with Vaśishṭha's guiding aid, +And priests in ritual skilled +Let the king's funeral dues be paid, +And every claim fulfilled. +Perform his obsequies with all +That suits his rank and worth, +Then give the mandate to install +Thyself as lord of earth.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_148.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_148.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3656556d1adfde323792bc629e848ed686861291 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_148.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +Canto LXXIV. Bharat's Lament. + +But when he heard the queen relate +His brothers' doom, his father's fate, +Thus Bharat to his mother said +With burning grief disquieted: +[pg 182] +“Alas, what boots it now to reign, +Struck down by grief and well-nigh slain? +Ah, both are gone, my sire, and he +Who was a second sire to me. +Grief upon grief thy hand has made, +And salt upon gashes laid: +For my dear sire has died through thee, +And Rama roams a devotee. +Thou camest like the night of Fate +This royal house to devastate. +Unwitting ill, my hapless sire +Placed in his bosom coals of fire, +And through thy crimes his death he met, +O thou whose heart on sin is set. +Shame of thy house! thy senseless deed +Has reft all joy from Raghu's seed. +The truthful monarch, dear to fame, +Received thee as his wedded dame, +And by thy act to misery doomed +Has died by flames of grief consumed. +Kauśalya and Sumitra too +The coming of my mother rue, +And if they live oppressed by woe, +For their dear sons their sad tears flow. +Was he not ever good and kind,— +That hero of the duteous mind? +Skilled in all filial duties, he +As a dear mother treated thee. +Kauśalya too, the eldest queen, +Who far foresees with insight keen, +Did she not ever show thee all +A sister's love at duty's call? +And hast thou from the kingdom chased +Her son, with bark around his waist, +To the wild wood, to dwell therein, +And dost not sorrow for thy sin? +The love I bare to Raghu's son +Thou knewest not, ambitious one, +If thou hast wrought this impious deed +For royal sway, in lawless greed. +With him and Lakshman far away, +What power have I the realm to sway? +What hope will fire my bosom when +I see no more these lords of men? +The holy king, who loved the right +Relied on Rama's power and might, +His guardian and his glory, so +Joys Meru in his woods below. +How can I bear, a steer untrained, +The load his mightier strength sustained? +What power have I to brook alone +This weight on feeble shoulders thrown? +But if the needful power were bought +By strength of mind and brooding thought, +No triumph shall attend the dame +Who dooms her son to lasting shame. +Now should no doubt that son prevent +From quitting thee on evil bent. +But Rama's love o'erpowers my will, +Who holds thee as his mother still. +Whence did the thought, O thou whose eyes +Are turned to sinful deeds, arise— +A plan our ancient sires would hate, +O fallen from thy virtuous state? +For in the line from which we spring +The eldest is anointed king: +No monarchs from the rule decline, +And, least of all, Ikshvaku's line. +Our holy sires, to virtue true, +Upon our race a lustre threw, +But with subversive frenzy thou +Hast marred our lineal honour now, +Of lofty birth, a noble line +Of previous kings is also thine: +Then whence this hated folly? whence +This sudden change that steals thy sense? +Thou shalt not gain thine impious will, +O thou whose thoughts are bent on ill, +Thou from whose guilty hand descend +These sinful blows my life to end. +Now to the forest will I go, +Thy cherished plans to overthrow, +And bring my brother, free from stain, +His people's darling, home again. +And Rama, when again he turns, +Whose glory like a beacon burns, +In me a faithful slave shall find +To serve him with contented mind.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_149.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_149.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b4f0f02e8fa85df28bda65d1674af25524cca98f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_149.txt @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +Canto LXXV. The Abjuration. + +When Bharat's anger-sharpened tongue +Reproaches on the queen had flung, +Again, with mighty rage possessed, +The guilty dame he thus addressed: +“Flee, cruel, wicked sinner, flee, +Let not this kingdom harbour thee. +Thou who hast thrown all right aside, +Weep thou for me when I have died. +Canst thou one charge against the king, +Or the most duteous Rama bring? +The one thy sin to death has sent, +The other chased to banishment. +Our line's destroyer, sin defiled +Like one who kills an unborn child, +Ne'er with thy lord in heaven to dwell, +Thy portion shall be down in hell +Because thy hand, that stayed for naught, +This awful wickedness has wrought, +And ruined him whom all held dear, +My bosom too is stirred with fear. +My father by thy sin is dead, +And Rama to the wood is fled; +And of thy deed I bear the stain, +And fameless in the world remain. +Ambitious, evil-souled, in show +My mother, yet my direst foe. +My throning ne'er thine eyes shall bless, +Thy husband's wicked murderess. +[pg 183] +Thou art not Aśvapati's child, +That righteous king most sage and mild, +But thou wast born a fiend, a foe +My father's house to overthrow. +Thou who hast made Kauśalya, pure, +Gentle, affectionate, endure +The loss of him who was her bliss,— +What worlds await thee, Queen, for this? +Was it not patent to thy sense +That Rama was his friends' defence, +Kauśalya's own true child most dear, +The eldest and his father's peer? +Men in the son not only trace +The father's figure, form, and face, +But in his heart they also find +The offspring of the father's mind; +And hence, though dear their kinsmen are, +To mothers sons are dearer far. +There goes an ancient legend how +Good Surabhí, the God-loved cow, +Saw two of her dear children strain, +Drawing a plough and faint with pain. +She saw them on the earth outworn, +Toiling till noon from early morn, +And as she viewed her children's woe, +A flood of tears began to flow. +As through the air beneath her swept +The Lord of Gods, the drops she wept, +Fine, laden with delicious smell, +Upon his heavenly body fell. +And Indra lifted up his eyes +And saw her standing in the skies, +Afflicted with her sorrow's weight, +Sad, weeping, all disconsolate. +The Lord of Gods in anxious mood +Thus spoke in suppliant attitude: +“No fear disturbs our rest, and how +Come this great dread upon thee now? +Whence can this woe upon thee fall, +Say, gentle one who lovest all?” +Thus spake the God who rules the skies, +Indra, the Lord supremely wise; +And gentle Surabhí, well learned +In eloquence, this speech returned: +“Not thine the fault, great God, not thine +And guiltless are the Lords divine: +I mourn two children faint with toil, +Labouring hard in stubborn soil. +Wasted and sad I see them now, +While the sun beats on neck and brow, +Still goaded by the cruel hind,— +No pity in his savage mind. +O Indra, from this body sprang +These children, worn with many a pang. +For this sad sight I mourn, for none +Is to the mother like her son.” +He saw her weep whose offspring feed +In thousands over hill and mead, +And knew that in a mother's eye +Naught with a son, for love, can vie. +He deemed her, when the tears that came +From her sad eyes bedewed his frame, +Laden with their celestial scent, +Of living things most excellent. +If she these tears of sorrow shed +Who many a thousand children bred, +Think what a life of woe is left +Kauśalya, of her Rama reft. +An only son was hers and she +Is rendered childless now by thee. +Here and hereafter, for thy crime, +Woe is thy lot through endless time. +And now, O Queen, without delay, +With all due honour will I pay +Both to my brother and my sire +The rites their several fates require. +Back to Ayodhya will I bring +The long-armed chief, her lord and king, +And to the wood myself betake +Where hermit saints their dwelling make. +For, sinner both in deed and thought! +This hideous crime which thou hast wrought +I cannot bear, or live to see +The people's sad eyes bent on me. +Begone, to Danḍak wood retire, +Or cast thy body to the fire, +Or bind around thy neck the rope: +No other refuge mayst thou hope. +When Rama, lord of valour true, +Has gained the earth, his right and due, +Then, free from duty's binding debt, +My vanished sin shall I forget.” +Thus like an elephant forced to brook +The goading of the driver's hook, +Quick panting like a serpent maimed, +He fell to earth with rage inflamed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_15.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_15.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f3143a07f223c4e4f97fbacbebaeb309d61691f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_15.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XVI. The Vanars. + +When wisest Vishnu thus had given +His promise to the Gods of heaven, +He pondered in his secret mind +A suited place of birth to find, +Then he decreed, the lotus-eyed, +In four his being to divide, +And Daśaratha, gracious king, +He chose as sire from whom to spring. +That childless prince of high renown, +Who smote in war his foemen down, +At that same time with utmost care +Prepared the rite that wins an heir.109 +Then Vishnu, fain on earth to dwell, +Bade the Almighty Sire farewell, +And vanished while a reverent crowd +Of Gods and saints in worship bowed. +The monarch watched the sacred rite, +When a vast form of awful might, +Of matchless splendour, strength, and size +Was manifest before his eyes. +[pg 027] +From forth the sacrificial flame, +Dark, robed in red, the being came. +His voice was drumlike, loud and low, +His face suffused with rosy glow. +Like a huge lion's mane appeared +The long locks of his hair and beard. +He shone with many a lucky sign, +And many an ornament divine; +A towering mountain in his height, +A tiger in his gait and might. +No precious mine more rich could be, +No burning flame more bright than he. +His arms embraced in loving hold, +Like a dear wife, a vase of gold +Whose silver lining held a draught +Of nectar as in heaven is quaffed: +A vase so vast, so bright to view, +They scarce could count the vision true. +Upon the king his eyes he bent, +And said: “The Lord of life has sent +His servant down, O Prince, to be +A messenger from heaven to thee.” +The king with all his nobles by +Raised reverent hands and made reply: +“Welcome, O glorious being! Say +How can my care thy grace repay.” +Envoy of Him whom all adore +Thus to the king he spake once more: +“The Gods accept thy worship: they +Give thee the blessed fruit to-day. +Approach and take, O glorious King, +This heavenly nectar which I bring, +For it shall give thee sons and wealth, +And bless thee with a store of health. +Give it to those fair queens of thine, +And bid them quaff the drink divine: +And they the princely sons shall bear +Long sought by sacrifice and prayer.” +“Yea, O my lord,” the monarch said, +And took the vase upon his head, +The gift of Gods, of fine gold wrought, +With store of heavenly liquor fraught. +He honoured, filled with transport new, +That wondrous being, fair to view, +As round the envoy of the God +With reverential steps he trod.110 +His errand done, that form of light +Arose and vanished from the sight. +High rapture filled the monarch's soul, +Possessed of that celestial bowl, +As when a man by want distressed +With unexpected wealth is blest. +And rays of transport seemed to fall +Illuminating bower and hall, +As when the autumn moon rides high, +And floods with lovely light the sky. +Quick to the ladies' bower he sped, +And thus to Queen Kauśalya said: +“This genial nectar take and quaff,” +He spoke, and gave the lady half. +Part of the nectar that remained +Sumitra from his hand obtained. +He gave, to make her fruitful too, +Kaikeyí half the residue. +A portion yet remaining there, +He paused awhile to think. +Then gave Sumitra, with her share. +The remnant of the drink. +Thus on each queen of those fair three +A part the king bestowed, +And with sweet hope a child to see +Their yearning bosoms glowed. +The heavenly bowl the king supplied +Their longing souls relieved, +And soon, with rapture and with pride, +Each royal dame conceived. +He gazed upon each lady's face, +And triumphed as he gazed, +As Indra in his royal place +By Gods and spirits praised. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_150.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_150.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..659abfaee1229ac5baefd671c1304e50ac599cec --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_150.txt @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +Canto LXXVI. The Funeral. + +A while he lay: he rose at length, +And slowly gathering sense and strength, +With angry eyes which tears bedewed, +The miserable queen he viewed, +And spake with keen reproach to her +Before each lord and minister: +“No lust have I for kingly sway, +My mother I no more obey: +Naught of this consecration knew +Which Daśaratha kept in view. +I with Śatrughna all the time +Was dwelling in a distant clime: +I knew of Rama's exile naught, +That hero of the noble thought: +I knew not how fair Síta went, +And Lakshman, forth to banishment.” +Thus high-souled Bharat, mid the crowd, +Lifted his voice and cried aloud. +[pg 184] +Kauśalya heard, she raised her head, +And quickly to Sumitra said: +“Bharat, Kaikeyí's son is here,— +Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: +That youth of foresight keen I fain +Would meet and see his face again.” +Thus to Sumitra spake the dame, +And straight to Bharat's presence came +With altered mien, neglected dress, +Trembling and faint with sore distress. +Bharat, Śatrughna by his side, +To meet her, toward her palace hied. +And when the royal dame they viewed +Distressed with dire solicitude, +Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, +About her neck their arms they wound. +The noble matron prostrate there, +Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, +And with her load of grief oppressed, +To Bharat then these words addressed: +“Now all is thine, without a foe, +This realm for which thou longest so. +Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand +Has won the empire of the land, +And made my guiltless Rama flee +Dressed like some lonely devotee. +Herein what profit has the queen, +Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? +Me also, me 'twere surely good +To banish to the distant wood, +To dwell amid the shades that hold +My famous son with limbs like gold. +Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, +Will I, Sumitra by my side, +Myself to the drear wood repair +And seek the son of Raghu there. +This land which rice and golden corn +And wealth of every kind adorn, +Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,— +She makes thee lord of it and them.” +With taunts like these her bitter tongue +The heart of blameless Bharat wrung +And direr pangs his bosom tore +Than when the lancet probes a sore. +With troubled senses all astray +Prone at her feet he fell and lay. +With loud lament a while he plained, +And slowly strength and sense regained. +With suppliant hand to hand applied +He turned to her who wept and sighed, +And thus bespake the queen, whose breast +With sundry woes was sore distressed: +“Why these reproaches, noble dame? +I, knowing naught, am free from blame. +Thou knowest well what love was mine +For Rama, chief of Raghu's line. +O, never be his darkened mind +To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, +By whose consent the prince who led +The good, the truthful hero, fled. +May he obey the vilest lord, +Offend the sun with act abhorred,350 +And strike a sleeping cow, who lent +His voice to Rama's banishment. +May the good king who all befriends, +And, like his sons, the people tends, +Be wronged by him who gave consent +To noble Rama's banishment. +On him that king's injustice fall, +Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, +Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, +His people, as a ruler must. +The crime of those who swear to fee, +At holy rites, some devotee, +And then the promised gift deny, +Be his who willed the prince should fly. +When weapons clash and heroes bleed, +With elephant and harnessed steed, +Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight +Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. +Though taught with care by one expert +May he the Veda's text pervert, +With impious mind on evil bent, +Whose voice approved the banishment. +May he with traitor lips reveal +Whate'er he promised to conceal, +And bruit abroad his friend's offence, +Betrayed by generous confidence. +No wife of equal lineage born +The wretch's joyless home adorn: +Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, +And dying see no child succeed. +When in the battle's awful day +Fierce warriors stand in dread array, +Let the base coward turn and fly, +And smitten by the foeman, die. +Long may he wander, rags his wear, +Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, +And like an idiot beg his bread, +Who gave consent when Rama fled. +His sin who holy rites forgets, +Asleep when shows the sun and sets, +A load upon his soul shall lie +Whose will allowed the prince to fly. +His sin who loves his Master's dame, +His, kindler of destructive flame, +His who betrays his trusting friend +Shall, mingled all, on him descend. +By him no reverence due be paid +To blessed God or parted shade: +May sire and mother's sacred name +In vain from him obedience claim. +Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, +Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, +But lose all hopes of bliss to-day, +Who willed the prince should flee away. +May he deceive the poor and weak +Who look to him and comfort seek, +[pg 185] +Betray the suppliants who complain, +And make the hopeful hope in vain. +Long may his wife his kiss expect, +And pine away in cold neglect. +May he his lawful love despise, +And turn on other dames his eyes, +Fool, on forbidden joys intent, +Whose will allowed the banishment. +His sin who deadly poison throws +To spoil the water as it flows, +Lay on the wretch its burden dread +Who gave consent when Rama fled.”351 +Thus with his words he undeceived +Kauśalya's troubled heart, who grieved +For son and husband reft away; +Then prostrate on the ground he lay. +Him as he lay half-senseless there, +Freed by the mighty oaths he sware, +Kauśalya, by her woe distressed, +With melancholy words addressed: +“Anew, my son, this sorrow springs +To rend my heart with keener stings: +These awful oaths which thou hast sworn +My breast with double grief have torn. +Thy soul, and faithful Lakshman's too, +Are still, thank Heaven! to virtue true. +True to thy promise, thou shalt gain +The mansions which the good obtain.” +Then to her breast that youth she drew, +Whose sweet fraternal love she knew, +And there in strict embraces held +The hero, as her tears outwelled. +And Bharat's heart grew sick and faint +With grief and oft-renewed complaint, +And all his senses were distraught +By the great woe that in him wrought. +Thus he lay and still bewailed +With sighs and loud lament +Till all his strength and reason failed, +The hours of night were spent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_151.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_151.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..136b573a17ef65092aff7b5e9ad07459559a38a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_151.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto LXXVII. The Gathering Of The Ashes. + +The saint Vaśishṭha, best of all +Whose words with moving wisdom fall, +Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, addressed, +Whom burning fires of grief distressed: +“O Prince, whose fame is widely spread, +Enough of grief: be comforted. +The time is come: arise, and lay +Upon the pyre the monarch's clay.” +He heard the words Vaśishṭha spoke, +And slumbering resolution woke. +Then skilled in all the laws declare, +He bade his friends the rites prepare. +They raised the body from the oil, +And placed it, dripping, on the soil; +Then laid it on a bed, whereon +Wrought gold and precious jewels shone. +There, pallor o'er his features spread, +The monarch, as in sleep, lay dead. +Then Bharat sought his father's side, +And lifted up his voice and cried: +“O King, and has thy heart designed +To part and leave thy son behind? +Make Rama flee, who loves the right, +And Lakshman of the arm of might? +Whither, great Monarch, wilt thou go +And leave this people in their woe, +Mourning their hero, wild with grief, +Of Rama reft, their lion chief? +Ah, who will guard the people well +Who in Ayodhya's city dwell, +When thou, my sire, hast sought the sky, +And Rama has been forced to fly? +In widowed woe, bereft of thee, +The land no more is fair to see: +The city, to my aching sight, +Is gloomy as a moonless night.” +Thus, with o'erwhelming sorrow pained, +Sad Bharat by the bed complained: +And thus Vaśishṭha, holy sage, +Spoke his deep anguish to assuage: +“O Lord of men, no longer stay; +The last remaining duties pay: +Haste, mighty-armed, as I advise, +The funeral rites to solemnize.” +And Bharat heard Vaśishṭha's rede +With due attention and agreed. +He summoned straight from every side +Chaplain, and priest, and holy guide. +The sacred fires he bade them bring +Forth from the chapel of the king, +Wherein the priests in order due, +And ministers, the offerings threw. +Distraught in mind, with sob and tear, +They laid the body on a bier, +And servants, while their eyes brimmed o'er +The monarch from the palace bore. +Another band of mourners led +The long procession of the dead: +Rich garments in the way they cast, +And gold and silver, as they passed. +Then other hands the corse bedewed +With fragrant juices that exude +From sandal, cedar, aloe, pine, +And every perfume rare and fine. +Then priestly hands the mighty dead +Upon the pyre deposited. +The sacred fires they tended next, +And muttered low each funeral text; +And priestly singers who rehearse +[pg 186] +The Śaman352 sang their holy verse. +Forth from the town in litters came, +Or chariots, many a royal dame, +And honoured so the funeral ground, +With aged followers ringed around. +With steps in inverse order bent,353 +The priests in sad procession went +Around the monarch's burning pyre +Who well had nursed each sacred fire: +With Queen Kauśalya and the rest, +Their tender hearts with woe distressed. +The voice of women, shrill and clear +As screaming curlews, smote the ear, +As from a thousand voices rose +The shriek that tells of woman's woes. +Then weeping, faint, with loud lament, +Down Sarjú's shelving bank they went. +There standing on the river side +With Bharat, priest, and peer, +Their lips the women purified +With water fresh and clear. +Returning to the royal town, +Their eyes with tear-drops filled, +Ten days on earth they laid them down, +And wept till grief was stilled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_152.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_152.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..233cf66d47b621762d754790c83bb8e11fc8c3e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_152.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto LXXVIII. Manthara Punished. + +The tenth day passed: the prince again +Was free from every legal stain. +He bade them on the twelfth the great +Remaining honour celebrate. +Much gold he gave, and gems, and food, +To all the Brahman multitude, +And goats whose hair was white and fine, +And many a thousand head of kine: +Slaves, men and damsels, he bestowed, +And many a car and fair abode: +Such gifts he gave the Brahman race +His father's obsequies to grace. +Then when the morning's earliest ray +Appeared upon the thirteenth day, +Again the hero wept and sighed +Distraught and sorrow-stupefied; +Drew, sobbing in his anguish, near, +The last remaining debt to clear, +And at the bottom of the pyre, +He thus bespake his royal sire: +“O father, hast thou left me so, +Deserted in my friendless woe, +When he to whom the charge was given +To keep me, to the wood is driven? +Her only son is forced away +Who was his helpless mother's stay: +Ah, whither, father, art thou fled; +Leaving the queen uncomforted?” +He looked upon the pile where lay +The bones half-burnt and ashes grey, +And uttering a piteous moan, +Gave way, by anguish overthrown. +Then as his tears began to well, +Prostrate to earth the hero fell; +So from its seat the staff they drag, +And cast to earth some glorious flag. +The ministers approached again +The prince whom rites had freed from stain; +So when Yayati fell, each seer, +In pity for his fate, drew near. +Śatrughna saw him lying low +O'erwhelmed beneath the crush of woe, +And as upon the king he thought, +He fell upon the earth distraught. +When to his loving memory came +Those noble gifts, that kingly frame, +He sorrowed, by his woe distressed, +As one by frenzied rage possessed: +“Ah me, this surging sea of woe +Has drowned us with its overflow: +The source is Manthara, dire and dark, +Kaikeyí is the ravening shark: +And the great boons the monarch gave +Lend conquering might to every wave. +Ah, whither wilt thou go, and leave +Thy Bharat in his woe to grieve, +Whom ever 'twas thy greatest joy +To fondle as a tender boy? +Didst thou not give with thoughtful care +Our food, our drink, our robes to wear? +Whose love will now for us provide, +When thou, our king and sire, hast died? +At such a time bereft, forlorn, +Why is not earth in sunder torn, +Missing her monarch's firm control, +His love of right, his lofty soul? +Ah me, for Rama roams afar, +My sire is where the Blessed are; +How can I live deserted? I +Will pass into the fire and die. +Abandoned thus, I will not brook +Upon Ayodhya's town to look, +Once guarded by Ikshvaku's race: +The wood shall be my dwelling place.” +Then when the princes' mournful train +Heard the sad brothers thus complain, +And saw their misery, at the view +Their grief burst wilder out anew. +Faint with lamenting, sad and worn, +Each like a bull with broken horn, +The brothers in their wild despair +Lay rolling, mad with misery, there. +Then old Vaśishṭha good and true, +Their father's priest, all lore who knew, +Raised weeping Bharat on his feet, +And thus bespake with counsel meet: +“Twelve days, my lord, have past away +[pg 187] +Since flames consumed thy father's clay: +Delay no more: as rules ordain, +Gather what bones may yet remain. +Three constant pairs are ever found +To hem all mortal creatures round:354 +Then mourn not thus, O Prince, for none +Their close companionship may shun.” +Sumantra bade Śatrughna rise, +And soothed his soul with counsel wise, +And skilled in truth, his hearer taught +How all things are and come to naught. +When rose each hero from the ground, +A lion lord of men, renowned, +He showed like Indra's flag,355 whereon +Fierce rains have dashed and suns have shone. +They wiped their red and weeping eyes, +And gently made their sad replies: +Then, urged to haste, the royal pair +Performed the rites that claimed their care. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_153.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_153.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b53a88bedd900baa17061bd3e75bcd30c6241f85 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_153.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto LXXIX. Bharat's Commands. + +Śatrughna thus to Bharat spake +Who longed the forest road to take: +“He who in woe was wont to give +Strength to himself and all that live— +Dear Rama, true and pure in heart, +Is banished by a woman's art. +Yet here was Lakshman, brave and strong, +Could not his might prevent the wrong? +Could not his arm the king restrain, +Or make the banished free again? +One loving right and fearing crime +Had checked the monarch's sin in time, +When, vassal of a woman's will, +His feet approached the path of ill.” +While Lakshman's younger brother, dread +Śatrughna, thus to Bharat said, +Came to the fronting door, arrayed +In glittering robes, the hump-back maid. +There she, with sandal-oil besmeared, +In garments meet for queens appeared: +And lustre to her form was lent +By many a gem and ornament. +She girdled with her broidered zone, +And many a chain about her thrown, +Showed like a female monkey round +Whose body many a string is bound. +When on that cause of evil fell +The quick eye of the sentinel, +He grasped her in his ruthless hold, +And hastening in, Śatrughna told: +“Here is the wicked pest,” he cried, +“Through whom the king thy father died, +And Rama wanders in the wood: +Do with her as thou deemest good.” +The warder spoke: and every word +Śatrughna's breast to fury stirred: +He called the servants, all and each. +And spake in wrath his hasty speech: +“This is the wretch my sire who slew, +And misery on my brothers drew: +Let her this day obtain the meed, +Vile sinner, of her cruel deed.” +He spake; and moved by fury laid +His mighty hand upon the maid, +Who as her fellows ringed her round, +Made with her cries the hall resound. +Soon as the gathered women viewed +Śatrughna in his angry mood, +Their hearts disturbed by sudden dread, +They turned and from his presence fled. +“His rage,” they cried, “on us will fall, +And ruthless, he will slay us all. +Come, to Kauśalya let us flee: +Our hope, our sure defence is she, +Approved by all, of virtuous mind, +Compassionate, and good, and kind.” +His eyes with burning wrath aglow, +Śatrughna, shatterer of the foe, +Dragged on the ground the hump-back maid +Who shrieked aloud and screamed for aid. +This way and that with no remorse +He dragged her with resistless force, +And chains and glittering trinkets burst +Lay here and there with gems dispersed, +Till like the sky of Autumn shone +The palace floor they sparkled on. +The lord of men, supremely strong, +Haled in his rage the wretch along: +Where Queen Kaikeyí dwelt he came, +And sternly then addressed the dame. +Deep in her heart Kaikeyí felt +The stabs his keen reproaches dealt, +And of Śatrughna's ire afraid, +To Bharat flew and cried for aid. +He looked and saw the prince inflamed +With burning rage, and thus exclaimed: +“Forgive! thine angry arm restrain: +A woman never may be slain. +My hand Kaikeyí's blood would spill, +The sinner ever bent on ill, +But Rama, long in duty tried, +Would hate the impious matricide: +And if he knew thy vengeful blade +Had slaughtered e'en this hump-back maid, +Never again, be sure, would he +Speak friendly word to thee or me.” +When Bharat's speech Śatrughna heard +He calmed the rage his breast that stirred, +[pg 188] +Releasing from her dire constraint +The trembling wretch with terror faint. +Then to Kaikeyí's feet she crept, +And prostrate in her misery wept. +Kaikeyí on the hump-back gazed, +And saw her weep and gasp. +Still quivering, with her senses dazed, +From fierce Śatrughna's grasp. +With gentle words of pity she +Assuaged her wild despair, +E'en as a tender hand might free +A curlew from the snare. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_154.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_154.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a2336ebdab2d5ee7012b693df432adb2849a94d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_154.txt @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +Canto LXXX. The Way Prepared. + +Now when the sun's returning ray +Had ushered in the fourteenth day, +The gathered peers of state addressed +To Bharat's ear their new request: +“Our lord to heaven has parted hence, +Long served with deepest reverence; +Rama, the eldest, far from home, +And Lakshman, in the forest roam. +O Prince, of mighty fame, be thou +Our guardian and our monarch now, +Lest secret plot or foeman's hate +Assail our unprotected state. +With longing eyes, O Lord of men, +To thee look friend and citizen, +And ready is each sacred thing +To consecrate our chosen king. +Come, Bharat, and accept thine own +Ancient hereditary throne. +Thee let the priests this day install +As monarch to preserve us all.” +Around the sacred gear he bent +His circling footsteps reverent, +And, firm to vows he would not break, +Thus to the gathered people spake: +“The eldest son is ever king: +So rules the house from which we spring: +Nor should ye, Lords, like men unwise, +With words like these to wrong advise. +Rama is eldest born, and he +The ruler of the land shall be. +Now to the woods will I repair, +Five years and nine to lodge me there. +Assemble straight a mighty force, +Cars, elephants, and foot and horse, +For I will follow on his track +And bring my eldest brother back. +Whate'er the rites of throning need +Placed on a car the way shall lead: +The sacred vessels I will take +To the wild wood for Rama's sake. +I o'er the lion prince's head +The sanctifying balm will shed, +And bring him, as the fire they bring +Forth from the shrine, with triumphing. +Nor will I let my mother's greed +In this her cherished aim succeed: +In pathless wilds will I remain, +And Rama here as king shall reign. +To make the rough ways smooth and clear +Send workman out and pioneer: +Let skilful men attend beside +Our way through pathless spots to guide.” +As thus the royal Bharat spake, +Ordaining all for Rama's sake, +The audience gave with one accord +Auspicious answer to their lord: +“Be royal Fortune aye benign +To thee for this good speech of thine, +Who wishest still thine elder's hand +To rule with kingly sway the land.” +Their glorious speech, their favouring cries +Made his proud bosom swell: +And from the prince's noble eyes +The tears of rapture fell.356 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_155.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_155.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4c6056c6b80364f9b72b3609b11a78e09a092976 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_155.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto LXXXI. The Assembly. + +All they who knew the joiner's art, +Or distant ground in every part; +Each busied in his several trade, +To work machines or ply the spade; +Deft workmen skilled to frame the wheel, +Or with the ponderous engine deal; +Guides of the way, and craftsmen skilled, +To sink the well, make bricks, and build; +And those whose hands the tree could hew, +And work with slips of cut bamboo, +Went forward, and to guide them, they +Whose eyes before had seen the way. +Then onward in triumphant mood +Went all the mighty multitude. +Like the great sea whose waves leap high +When the full moon is in the sky. +Then, in his proper duty skilled, +Each joined him to his several guild, +And onward in advance they went +With every tool and implement. +Where bush and tangled creeper lay +With trenchant steel they made the way; +They felled each stump, removed each stone, +And many a tree was overthrown. +In other spots, on desert lands, +Tall trees were reared by busy hands. +Where'er the line of road they took, +They plied the hatchet, axe, and hook. +[pg 189] +Others, with all their strength applied, +Cast vigorous plants and shrubs aside, +In shelving valleys rooted deep, +And levelled every dale and steep. +Each pit and hole that stopped the way +They filled with stones, and mud, and clay, +And all the ground that rose and fell +With busy care was levelled well. +They bridged ravines with ceaseless toil, +And pounded fine the flinty soil. +Now here, now there, to right and left, +A passage through the ground they cleft, +And soon the rushing flood was led +Abundant through the new-cut bed, +Which by the running stream supplied +With ocean's boundless waters vied. +In dry and thirsty spots they sank +Full many a well and ample tank, +And altars round about them placed +To deck the station in the waste. +With well-wrought plaster smoothly spread, +With bloomy trees that rose o'erhead, +With banners waving in the air, +And wild birds singing here and there, +With fragrant sandal-water wet, +With many a flower beside it set, +Like the Gods' heavenly pathway showed +That mighty host's imperial road. +Deft workmen, chosen for their skill +To do the high-souled Bharat's will, +In every pleasant spot where grew +Trees of sweet fruit and fair to view, +As he commanded, toiled to grace +With all delights his camping-place. +And they who read the stars, and well +Each lucky sign and hour could tell, +Raised carefully the tented shade +Wherein high-minded Bharat stayed. +With ample space of level ground, +With broad deep moat encompassed round; +Like Mandar in his towering pride, +With streets that ran from side to side; +Enwreathed with many a palace tall +Surrounded by its noble wall; +With roads by skilful workmen made, +Where many a glorious banner played; +With stately mansions, where the dove +Sat nestling in her cote above. +Rising aloft supremely fair +Like heavenly cars that float in air, +Each camp in beauty and in bliss +Matched Indra's own metropolis. +As shines the heaven on some fair night, +With moon and constellations filled, +The prince's royal road was bright, +Adorned by art of workmen skilled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_156.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_156.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..62b576eb810826e43bafe968a9e9fdd6e9301a1b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_156.txt @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +Canto LXXXII. The Departure. + +Ere yet the dawn had ushered in +The day should see the march begin, +Herald and bard who rightly knew +Each nice degree of honour due, +Their loud auspicious voices raised, +And royal Bharat blessed and praised. +With sticks of gold the drum they smote, +Which thundered out its deafening note, +Blew loud the sounding shell, and blent +Each high and low-toned instrument. +The mingled sound of drum and horn +Through all the air was quickly borne, +And as in Bharat's ear it rang, +Gave the sad prince another pang. +Then Bharat, starting from repose, +Stilled the glad sounds that round him rose, +“I am not king; no more mistake:” +Then to Śatrughna thus he spake: +“O see what general wrongs succeed +Sprung from Kaikeyí's evil deed! +The king my sire has died and thrown +Fresh miseries on me alone. +The royal bliss, on duty based, +Which our just high-souled father graced, +Wanders in doubt and sore distress +Like a tossed vessel rudderless. +And he who was our lordly stay +Roams in the forest far away, +Expelled by this my mother, who +To duty's law is most untrue.” +As royal Bharat thus gave vent +To bitter grief in wild lament, +Gazing upon his face the crowd +Of pitying women wept aloud. +His lamentation scarce was o'er, +When Saint Vaśishṭha, skilled in lore +Of royal duty, dear to fame, +To join the great assembly came. +Girt by disciples ever true +Still nearer to that hall he drew, +Resplendent, heavenly to behold, +Adorned with wealth of gems and gold: +E'en so a man in duty tried +Draws near to meet his virtuous bride. +He reached his golden seat o'erlaid +With coverlet of rich brocade, +There sat, in all the Vedas read, +And called the messengers, and said: +“Go forth, let Brahman, Warrior, peer, +And every captain gather here: +Let all attentive hither throng: +Go, hasten: we delay too long. +Śatrughna, glorious Bharat bring, +The noble children of the king,357 +[pg 190] +Yudhajit358 and Sumantra, all +The truthful and the virtuous call.” +He ended: soon a mighty sound +Of thickening tumult rose around, +As to the hall they bent their course +With car, and elephant, and horse, +The people all with glad acclaim +Welcomed Prince Bharat as he came: +E'en as they loved their king to greet, +Or as the Gods Lord Indra359 meet. +The vast assembly shone as fair +With Bharat's kingly face +As Daśaratha's self were there +To glorify the place. +It gleamed like some unruffled lake +Where monsters huge of mould +With many a snake their pastime take +O'er shells, sand, gems, and gold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_157.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_157.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b045a85a5b3981c1665d2084ae227febb153fa5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_157.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto LXXXIII. The Journey Begun. + +The prudent prince the assembly viewed +Thronged with its noble multitude, +Resplendent as a cloudless night +When the full moon is in his height; +While robes of every varied hue +A glory o'er the synod threw. +The priest in lore of duty skilled +Looked on the crowd the hall that filled, +And then in accents soft and grave +To Bharat thus his counsel gave: +“The king, dear son, so good and wise, +Has gone from earth and gained the skies, +Leaving to thee, her rightful lord, +This rich wide land with foison stored. +And still has faithful Rama stood +Firm to the duty of the good, +And kept his father's hest aright, +As the moon keeps its own dear light. +Thus sire and brother yield to thee +This realm from all annoyance free: +Rejoice thy lords: enjoy thine own: +Anointed king, ascend the throne. +Let vassal Princes hasten forth +From distant lands, west, south, and north, +From Kerala,360 from every sea, +And bring ten million gems to thee.” +As thus the sage Vaśishṭha spoke, +A storm of grief o'er Bharat broke. +And longing to be just and true, +His thoughts to duteous Rama flew. +With sobs and sighs and broken tones, +E'en as a wounded mallard moans, +He mourned with deepest sorrow moved, +And thus the holy priest reproved: +“O, how can such as Bharat dare +The power and sway from him to tear, +Wise, and devout, and true, and chaste, +With Scripture lore and virtue graced? +Can one of Daśaratha's seed +Be guilty of so vile a deed? +The realm and I are Rama's: thou, +Shouldst speak the words of justice now. +For he, to claims of virtue true, +Is eldest born and noblest too: +Nahush, Dilípa could not be +More famous in their lives than he. +As Daśaratha ruled of right, +So Rama's is the power and right. +If I should do this sinful deed +And forfeit hope of heavenly meed, +My guilty act would dim the shine +Of old Ikshvaku's glorious line. +Nay, as the sin my mother wrought +Is grievous to my inmost thought, +I here, my hands together laid, +Will greet him in the pathless shade. +To Rama shall my steps be bent, +My King, of men most excellent, +Raghu's illustrious son, whose sway +Might hell, and earth, and heaven obey.” +That righteous speech, whose every word +Bore virtue's stamp, the audience heard; +On Rama every thought was set, +And with glad tears each eye was wet. +“Then, if the power I still should lack +To bring my noble brother back, +I in the wood will dwell, and share +His banishment with Lakshman there. +By every art persuasive I +To bring him from the wood will try, +And show him to your loving eyes, +O Brahmans noble, good, and wise. +E'en now, the road to make and clear, +Each labourer pressed, and pioneer +Have I sent forward to precede +The army I resolve to lead.” +Thus, by fraternal love possessed, +His firm resolve the prince expressed, +Then to Sumantra, deeply read +In holy texts, he turned and said: +“Sumantra, rise without delay, +And as I bid my words obey. +Give orders for the march with speed, +And all the army hither lead.” +The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, +Obeyed the high-souled chief's behest. +He hurried forth with joy inspired +And gave the orders he desired. +Delight each soldier's bosom filled, +And through each chief and captain thrilled, +[pg 191] +To hear that march proclaimed, to bring +Dear Rama back from wandering. +From house to house the tidings flew: +Each soldier's wife the order knew, +And as she listened blithe and gay +Her husband urged to speed away. +Captain and soldier soon declared +The host equipped and all prepared +With chariots matching thought for speed, +And wagons drawn by ox and steed. +When Bharat by Vaśishṭha's side, +His ready host of warriors eyed, +Thus in Sumantra's ear he spoke: +“My car and horses quickly yoke.” +Sumantra hastened to fulfil +With ready joy his master's will, +And quickly with the chariot sped +Drawn by fleet horses nobly bred. +Then glorious Bharat, true, devout, +Whose genuine valour none could doubt, +Gave in fit words his order out; +For he would seek the shade +Of the great distant wood, and there +Win his dear brother with his prayer: +“Sumantra, haste! my will declare +The host be all arrayed. +I to the wood my way will take, +To Rama supplication make, +And for the world's advantage sake, +Will lead him home again.” +Then, ordered thus, the charioteer +Who listened with delighted ear, +Went forth and gave his orders clear +To captains of the train. +He gave the popular chiefs the word, +And with the news his friends he stirred, +And not a single man deferred +Preparing for the road. +Then Brahman, Warrior, Merchant, thrall, +Obedient to Sumantra's call, +Each in his house arose, and all +Yoked elephant or camel tall, +Or ass or noble steed in stall, +And full appointed showed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_158.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_158.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..01c4cebb2aa0bd53bb042787df6c44cb825f7678 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_158.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto LXXXIV. Guha's Anger. + +Then Bharat rose at early morn, +And in his noble chariot borne +Drove forward at a rapid pace +Eager to look on Rama's face. +The priests and lords, a fair array, +In sun-bright chariots led the way. +Behind, a well appointed throng, +Nine thousand elephants streamed along. +Then sixty thousand cars, and then, +With various arms, came fighting men. +A hundred thousand archers showed +In lengthened line the steeds they rode— +A mighty host, the march to grace +Of Bharat, pride of Raghu's race. +Kaikeyí and Sumitra came, +And good Kauśalya, dear to fame: +By hopes of Rama's coming cheered +They in a radiant car appeared. +On fared the noble host to see +Rama and Lakshman, wild with glee, +And still each other's ear to please, +Of Rama spoke in words like these: +“When shall our happy eyes behold +Our hero true, and pure, and bold, +So lustrous dark, so strong of arm, +Who keeps the world from woe and harm? +The tears that now our eyeballs dim +Will vanish at the sight of him, +As the whole world's black shadows fly +When the bright sun ascends the sky.” +Conversing thus their way pursued +The city's joyous multitude, +And each in mutual rapture pressed +A friend or neighbour to his breast. +Thus every man of high renown, +And every merchant of the town, +And leading subjects, joyous went +Toward Rama in his banishment. +And those who worked the potter's wheel, +And artists skilled in gems to deal; +And masters of the weaver's art, +And those who shaped the sword and dart; +And they who golden trinkets made, +And those who plied the fuller's trade; +And servants trained the bath to heat, +And they who dealt in incense sweet; +Physicians in their business skilled, +And those who wine and mead distilled; +And workmen deft in glass who wrought, +And those whose snares the peacock caught; +With them who bored the ear for rings, +Or sawed, or fashioned ivory things; +And those who knew to mix cement, +Or lived by sale of precious scent; +And men who washed, and men who sewed, +And thralls who mid the herds abode; +And fishers of the flood, and they +Who played and sang, and women gay; +And virtuous Brahmans, Scripture-wise, +Of life approved in all men's eyes; +These swelled the prince's lengthened train, +Borne each in car or bullock wain. +Fair were the robes they wore upon +Their limbs where red-hued unguents shone. +These all in various modes conveyed +Their journey after Bharat made; +The soldiers' hearts with rapture glowed, +Following Bharat on his road, +Their chief whose tender love would fain +Bring his dear brother home again. +With elephant, and horse, and car, +The vast procession travelled far, +[pg 192] +And came where Ganga's waves below +The town of Śringavera361 flow. +There, with his friends and kinsmen nigh, +Dwelt Guha, Rama's dear ally, +Heroic guardian of the land +With dauntless heart and ready hand. +There for a while the mighty force +That followed Bharat stayed its course, +Gazing on Ganga's bosom stirred +By many a graceful water-bird. +When Bharat viewed his followers there, +And Ganga's water, blest and fair, +The prince, who lore of words possessed, +His councillors and lords addressed: +“The captains of the army call: +Proclaim this day a halt for all, +That so to-morrow, rested, we +May cross this flood that seeks the sea. +Meanwhile, descending to the shore, +The funeral stream I fain would pour +From Ganga's fair auspicious tide +To him, my father glorified.” +Thus Bharat spoke: each peer and lord +Approved his words with one accord, +And bade the weary troops repose +In separate spots where'er they chose. +There by the mighty stream that day, +Most glorious in its vast array +The prince's wearied army lay +In various groups reclined. +There Bharat's hours of night were spent, +While every eager thought he bent +On bringing home from banishment +His brother, great of mind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_159.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_159.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4adab23e6837cf7b01b6c80c9e2fa261b9e7e825 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_159.txt @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +Canto LXXXV. Guha And Bharat. + +King Guha saw the host spread o'er +The wide expanse of Ganga's shore, +With waving flag and pennon graced, +And to his followers spoke in haste: +“A mighty army meets my eyes, +That rivals Ocean's self in size: +Where'er I look my very mind +No limit to the host can find. +Sure Bharat with some evil thought +His army to our land has brought. +See, huge of form, his flag he rears, +That like an Ebony-tree appears. +He comes with bonds to take and chain, +Or triumph o'er our people slain: +And after, Rama will he slay,— +Him whom his father drove away: +The power complete he longs to gain, +And—task too hard—usurp the reign. +So Bharat comes with wicked will +His brother Rama's blood to spill. +But Rama's slave and friend am I; +He is my lord and dear ally. +Keep here your watch in arms arrayed +Near Ganga's flood to lend him aid, +And let my gathered servants stand +And line with troops the river strand. +Here let the river keepers meet, +Who flesh and roots and berries eat; +A hundred fishers man each boat +Of the five hundred here afloat, +And let the youthful and the strong +Assemble in defensive throng. +But yet, if, free from guilty thought +'Gainst Rama, he this land have sought, +The prince's happy host to-day +Across the flood shall make its way.” +He spoke: then bearing in a dish +A gift of honey, meat, and fish, +The king of the Nishadas drew +Toward Bharat for an interview. +When Bharat's noble charioteer +Observed the monarch hastening near, +He duly, skilled in courteous lore, +The tidings to his master bore: +“This aged prince who hither bends +His footsteps with a thousand friends, +Knows, firm ally of Rama, all +That may in Danḍak wood befall: +Therefore, Kakutstha's son, admit +The monarch, as is right and fit: +For doubtless he can clearly tell +Where Rama now and Lakshman dwell.” +When Bharat heard Sumantra's rede, +To his fair words the prince agreed: +“Go quickly forth,” he cried, “and bring +Before my face the aged king.” +King Guha, with his kinsmen near, +Rejoiced the summoning to hear: +He nearer drew, bowed low his head, +And thus to royal Bharat said: +“No mansions can our country boast, +And unexpected comes thy host: +But what we have I give thee all: +Rest in the lodging of thy thrall. +See, the Nishadas here have brought +The fruit and roots their hands have sought: +And we have woodland fare beside, +And store of meat both fresh and dried. +To rest their weary limbs, I pray +This night at least thy host may stay: +Then cheered with all we can bestow +To-morrow thou with it mayst go.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_16.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_16.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f5d3b27fdfcfeee38feb91f6fd8843fd020ef67e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_16.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +Canto XVII. Rishyasring's Return. + +When Vishnu thus had gone on earth, +From the great king to take his birth, +The self-existent Lord of all +Addressed the Gods who heard his call: +“For Vishnu's sake, the strong and true, +Who seeks the good of all of you, +Make helps, in war to lend him aid, +In forms that change at will, arrayed, +Of wizard skill and hero might, +Outstrippers of the wind in flight, +Skilled in the arts of counsel, wise, +And Vishnu's peers in bold emprise; +With heavenly arts and prudence fraught, +By no devices to be caught; +Skilled in all weapon's lore and use +As they who drink the immortal juice.111 +[pg 028] +And let the nymphs supreme in grace, +And maidens of the minstrel race, +Monkeys and snakes, and those who rove +Free spirits of the hill and grove, +And wandering Daughters of the Air, +In monkey form brave children bear. +So erst the lord of bears I shaped, +Born from my mouth as wide I gaped.” +Thus by the mighty Sire addressed +They all obeyed his high behest, +And thus begot in countless swarms +Brave sons disguised in sylvan forms. +Each God, each sage became a sire, +Each minstrel of the heavenly quire,112 +Each faun,113 of children strong and good +Whose feet should roam the hill and wood. +Snakes, bards,114 and spirits,115 serpents bold +Had sons too numerous to be told. +Bali, the woodland hosts who led, +High as Mahendra's116 lofty head, +Was Indra's child. That noblest fire, +The Sun, was great Sugríva's sire, +Tara, the mighty monkey, he +Was offspring of Vṛihaspati:117 +Tara the matchless chieftain, boast +For wisdom of the Vanar host. +Of Gandhamadan brave and bold +The father was the Lord of Gold. +Nala the mighty, dear to fame, +Of skilful Viśvakarma118 came. +From Agni,119 Nila bright as flame, +Who in his splendour, might, and worth, +Surpassed the sire who gave him birth. +The heavenly Aśvins,120 swift and fair, +Were fathers of a noble pair, +Who, Dwivida and Mainda named, +For beauty like their sires were famed, +Varun121 was father of Sushen, +Of Sarabh, he who sends the rain,122 +Hanúman, best of monkey kind, +Was son of him who breathes the wind: +Like thunderbolt in frame was he, +And swift as Garuḍ's123 self could flee. +These thousands did the Gods create +Endowed with might that none could mate, +In monkey forms that changed at will; +So strong their wish the fiend to kill. +In mountain size, like lions thewed, +Up sprang the wondrous multitude, +Auxiliar hosts in every shape, +Monkey and bear and highland ape. +In each the strength, the might, the mien +Of his own parent God were seen. +Some chiefs of Vanar mothers came, +Some of she-bear and minstrel dame, +Skilled in all arms in battle's shock; +The brandished tree, the loosened rock; +And prompt, should other weapons fail, +To fight and slay with tooth and nail. +Their strength could shake the hills amain, +And rend the rooted trees in twain, +Disturb with their impetuous sweep +The Rivers' Lord, the Ocean deep, +Rend with their feet the seated ground, +And pass wide floods with airy bound, +Or forcing through the sky their way +The very clouds by force could stay. +Mad elephants that wander through +The forest wilds, could they subdue, +And with their furious shout could scare +Dead upon earth the birds of air. +So were the sylvan chieftains formed; +Thousands on thousands still they swarmed. +These were the leaders honoured most, +The captains of the Vanar host, +And to each lord and chief and guide +Was monkey offspring born beside. +Then by the bears' great monarch stood +The other roamers of the wood, +[pg 029] +And turned, their pathless homes to seek, +To forest and to mountain peak. +The leaders of the monkey band +By the two brothers took their stand, +Sugríva, offspring of the Sun +And Bali, Indra's mighty one. +They both endowed with Garuḍ's might, +And skilled in all the arts of fight, +Wandered in arms the forest through, +And lions, snakes, and tigers, slew. +But every monkey, ape, and bear +Ever was Bali's special care; +With his vast strength and mighty arm +He kept them from all scathe and harm. +And so the earth with hill, wood, seas, +Was filled with mighty ones like these, +Of various shape and race and kind, +With proper homes to each assigned, +With Rama's champions fierce and strong +The earth was overspread, +High as the hills and clouds, a throng +With bodies vast and dread.124 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_160.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_160.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..99658c9b46877c5f3fa38894c9df6f2cdf47813b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_160.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto LXXXVI. Guha's Speech. + +Thus the Nishadas' king besought: +The prince with spirit wisdom-fraught +[pg 193] +Replied in seemly words that blent +Deep matter with the argument: +“Thou, friend of him whom I revere, +With honours high hast met me here, +For thou alone wouldst entertain +And feed to-day so vast a train.” +In such fair words the prince replied, +Then, pointing to the path he cried: +“Which way aright will lead my feet +To Bharadvaja's calm retreat; +For all this land near Ganga's streams +Pathless and hard to traverse seems?” +Thus spoke the prince: King Guha heard +Delighted every prudent word, +And gazing on that forest wide, +Raised suppliant hands, and thus replied: +“My servants, all the ground who know, +O glorious Prince, with thee shall go +With constant care thy way to guide, +And I will journey by thy side. +But this thy host so wide dispread +Wakes in my heart one doubt and dread, +Lest, threatening Rama good and great, +Ill thoughts thy journey stimulate.” +But when King Guha, ill at ease, +Declared his fear in words like these, +As pure as is the cloudless sky +With soft voice Bharat made reply: +“Suspect me not: ne'er come the time +For me to plot so foul a crime! +He is my eldest brother, he +Is like a father dear to me. +I go to lead my brother thence +Who makes the wood his residence. +No thought but this thy heart should frame: +This simple truth my lips proclaim.” +Then with glad cheer King Guha cried, +With Bharat's answer gratified: +“Blessed art thou: on earth I see +None who may vie, O Prince, with thee, +Who canst of thy free will resign +The kingdom which unsought is thine. +For this, a name that ne'er shall die, +Thy glory through the worlds shall fly, +Who fain wouldst balm thy brother's pain +And lead the exile home again.” +As Guha thus, and Bharat, each +To other spoke in friendly speech, +The Day-God sank with glory dead, +And night o'er all the sky was spread. +Soon as King Guha's thoughtful care +Had quartered all the army there, +Well honoured, Bharat laid his head +Beside Śatrughna on a bed. +But grief for Rama yet oppressed +High-minded Bharat's faithful breast— +Such torment little was deserved +By him who ne'er from duty swerved. +The fever raged through every vein +And burnt him with its inward pain: +So when in woods the flames leap free +The fire within consumes the tree. +From heat of burning anguish sprung +The sweat upon his body hung, +As when the sun with fervid glow +On high Himalaya melts the snow. +As, banished from the herd, a bull +Wanders alone and sorrowful. +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. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_161.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_161.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..19b7fc2a29bdd6d39ca812a497fea1f02b2a5340 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_161.txt @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +Canto LXXXVII. Guha's Story. + +Guha the king, acquainted well +With all that in the wood befell, +To Bharat the unequalled told +The tale of Lakshman mighty-souled: +“With many an earnest word I spake +To Lakshman as he stayed awake, +And with his bow and shaft in hand +To guard his brother kept his stand: +“Now sleep a little, Lakshman, see +This pleasant bed is strewn for thee: +Hereon thy weary body lay, +And strengthen thee with rest, I pray, +Inured to toil are men like these, +But thou hast aye been nursed in ease. +Rest, duteous-minded! I will keep +My watch while Rama lies asleep: +For in the whole wide world is none +Dearer to me than Raghu's son. +Harbour no doubt or jealous fear: +I speak the truth with heart sincere: +For from the grace which he has shown +Will glory on my name be thrown: +Great store of merit shall I gain, +And duteous, form no wish in vain. +Let me enforced by many a row +Of followers, armed with shaft and bow +For well-loved Rama's weal provide +Who lies asleep by Síta's side. +For through this wood I often go, +And all its shades conceal I know: +And we with conquering arms can meet +A four-fold host arrayed complete.” +“With words like these I spoke, designed +To move the high-souled Bharat's mind, +But he upon his duty bent, +Plied his persuasive argument: +“O, how can slumber close mine eyes +When lowly couched with Síta lies +The royal Rama? can I give +My heart to joy, or even live? +He whom no mighty demon, no, +Nor heavenly God can overthrow, +See, Guha, how he lies, alas, +[pg 194] +With Síta couched on gathered grass. +By varied labours, long, severe, +By many a prayer and rite austere, +He, Daśaratha's cherished son, +By Fortune stamped, from Heaven was won. +Now as his son is forced to fly, +The king ere long will surely die: +Reft of his guardian hand, forlorn +In widowed grief this land will mourn. +E'en now perhaps, with toil o'erspent, +The women cease their loud lament, +And cries of woe no longer ring +Throughout the palace of the king. +But ah for sad Kauśalya! how +Fare she and mine own mother now? +How fares the king? this night, I think, +Some of the three in death will sink. +With hopes upon Śatrughna set +My mother may survive as yet, +But the sad queen will die who bore +The hero, for her grief is sore. +His cherished wish that would have made +Dear Rama king, so long delayed, +“Too late! too late!” the king will cry, +And conquered by his misery die. +When Fate has brought the mournful day +Which sees my father pass away, +How happy in their lives are they +Allowed his funeral rites to pay. +Our exile o'er, with him who ne'er +Turns from the oath his lips may swear, +May we returning safe and well +gain in fair Ayodhya dwell.” +Thus Bharat stood with many a sigh +Lamenting, and the night went by. +Soon as the morning light shone fair +In votive coils both bound their hair. +And then I sent them safely o'er +And left them on the farther shore. +With Síta then they onward passed, +Their coats of bark about them cast, +Their locks like hermits' bound, +The mighty tamers of the foe, +Each with his arrows and his bow, +Went over the rugged ground, +Proud in their strength and undeterred +Like elephants that lead the herd, +And gazing oft around.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_162.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_162.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5545b0fe2e989c2d7b5fdbe6e386f66fdc9d6ba5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_162.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto LXXXVIII. The Ingudí Tree. + +That speech of Guha Bharat heard +With grief and tender pity stirred, +And as his ears the story drank, +Deep in his thoughtful heart it sank. +His large full eyes in anguish rolled, +His trembling limbs grew stiff and cold; +Then fell he, like a tree uptorn, +In woe too grievous to be borne. +When Guha saw the long-armed chief +Whose eye was like a lotus leaf, +With lion shoulders strong and fair, +High-mettled, prostrate in despair,— +Pale, bitterly afflicted, he +Reeled as in earthquake reels a tree. +But when Śatrughna standing nigh +Saw his dear brother helpless lie, +Distraught with woe his head he bowed, +Embraced him oft and wept aloud. +Then Bharat's mothers came, forlorn +Of their dear king, with fasting worn, +And stood with weeping eyes around +The hero prostrate on the ground. +Kauśalya, by her woe oppressed, +The senseless Bharat's limbs caressed, +As a fond cow in love and fear +Caresses oft her youngling dear: +Then yielding to her woe she said, +Weeping and sore disquieted: +“What torments, O my son, are these +Of sudden pain or swift disease? +The lives of us and all the line +Depend, dear child, on only thine. +Rama and Lakshman forced to flee, +I live by naught but seeing thee: +For as the king has past away +Thou art my only help to-day. +Hast thou, perchance, heard evil news +Of Lakshman, which thy soul subdues, +Or Rama dwelling with his spouse— +My all is he—neath forest boughs?” +Then slowly gathering sense and strength +The weeping hero rose at length, +And words like these to Guha spake, +That bade Kauśalya comfort take: +“Where lodged the prince that night? and where +Lakshman the brave, and Síta fair? +Show me the couch whereon he lay, +Tell me the food he ate, I pray.” +Then Guha the Nishadas' king +Replied to Bharat's questioning: +“Of all I had I brought the best +To serve my good and honoured guest +Food of each varied kind I chose, +And every fairest fruit that grows. +Rama the hero truly brave +Declined the gift I humbly gave: +His Warrior part he ne'er forgot, +And what I brought accepted not: +“No gifts, my friend, may we accept: +Our law is, Give, and must be kept.” +The high-souled chief, O Monarch, thus +With gracious words persuaded us. +Then calm and still, absorbed in thought, +He drank the water Lakshman brought, +And then, obedient to his vows, +He fasted with his gentle spouse. +So Lakshman too from food abstained, +[pg 195] +And sipped the water that remained: +Then with ruled lips, devoutly staid, +The three362 their evening worship paid. +Then Lakshman with unwearied care +Brought heaps of sacred grass, and there +With his own hands he quickly spread, +For Rama's rest, a pleasant bed, +And faithful Síta's too, where they +Reclining each by other lay. +Then Lakshman bathed their feet, and drew +A little distance from the two. +Here stands the tree which lent them shade, +Here is the grass beneath it laid, +Where Rama and his consort spent +The night together ere they went. +Lakshman, whose arms the foeman quell, +Watched all the night as sentinel, +And kept his great bow strung: +His hand was gloved, his arm was braced, +Two well-filled quivers at his waist, +With deadly arrows, hung. +I took my shafts and trusty bow, +And with that tamer of the foe +Stood ever wakeful near, +And with my followers, bow in hand, +Behind me ranged, a ready band, +Kept watch o'er Indra's peer.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_163.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_163.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..433e28f7f67fe4536ecac4ea5e885ff76a7f2ddb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_163.txt @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +Canto LXXXIX. The Passage Of Ganga. + +When Bharat with each friend and peer +Had heard that tale so full and clear, +They went together to the tree +The bed which Rama pressed to see. +Then Bharat to his mothers said: +“Behold the high-souled hero's bed: +These tumbled heaps of grass betray +Where he that night with Síta lay: +Unmeet, the heir of fortune high +Thus on the cold bare earth should lie, +The monarch's son, in counsel sage, +Of old imperial lineage. +That lion-lord whose noble bed +With finest skins of deer was spread,— +How can he now endure to press +The bare earth, cold and comfortless! +This sudden fall from bliss to grief +Appears untrue, beyond belief: +My senses are distraught: I seem +To view the fancies of a dream. +There is no deity so great, +No power in heaven can master Fate, +If Rama, Daśaratha's heir, +Lay on the ground and slumbered there; +And lovely Síta, she who springs +From fair Videha's ancient kings, +Rama's dear wife, by all adored, +Lay on the earth beside her lord. +Here was his couch, upon this heap +He tossed and turned in restless sleep: +On the hard soil each manly limb +Has stamped the grass with signs of him. +That night, it seems, fair Síta spent +Arrayed in every ornament, +For here and there my eyes behold +Small particles of glistering gold. +She laid her outer garment here, +For still some silken threads appear, +How dear in her devoted eyes +Must be the bed where Rama lies, +Where she so tender could repose +And by his side forget her woes. +Alas, unhappy, guilty me! +For whom the prince was forced to flee, +And chief of Raghu's sons and best, +A bed like this with Síta pressed. +Son of a royal sire whose hand +Ruled paramount o'er every land, +Could he who every joy bestows, +Whose body like the lotus shows, +The friend of all, who charms the sight, +Whose flashing eyes are darkly bright, +Leave the dear kingdom, his by right, +Unmeet for woe, the heir of bliss, +And lie upon a bed like this? +Great joy and happy fate are thine, +O Lakshman, marked with each fair sign, +Whose faithful footsteps follow still +Thy brother in his hour of ill. +And blest is Síta, nobly good, +Who dwells with Rama in the wood. +Ours is, alas, a doubtful fate +Of Rama reft and desolate. +My royal sire has gained the skies, +In woods the high-souled hero lies; +The state is wrecked and tempest-tossed, +A vessel with her rudder lost. +Yet none in secret thought has planned +With hostile might to seize the land: +Though forced in distant wilds to dwell, +The hero's arm protects it well. +Unguarded, with deserted wall, +No elephant or steed in stall, +My father's royal city shows +Her portals open to her foes, +Of bold protectors reft and bare, +Defenceless in her dark despair: +But still her foes the wish restrain, +As men from poisoned cates refrain. +I from this hour my nights will pass +Couched on the earth or gathered grass, +Eat only fruit and roots, and wear +A coat of bark, and matted hair. +I in the woods will pass, content, +For him the term of banishment; +So shall I still unbroken save +The promise which the hero gave. +[pg 196] +While I remain for Rama there, +Śatrughna will my exile share, +And Rama in his home again, +With Lakshman, o'er Ayodhya reign, +for him, to rule and guard the state, +The twice-born men shall consecrate. +O, may the Gods I serve incline +To grant this earnest wish of mine! +If when I bow before his feet +And with all moving arts entreat, +He still deny my prayer, +Then with my brother will I live: +He must, he must permission give, +Roaming in forests there.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_164.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_164.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f839937d1e0a22aebb2c25d7fefc98d365c0ad94 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_164.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +Canto XC. The Hermitage. + +That night the son of Raghu lay +On Ganga's bank till break of day: +Then with the earliest light he woke +And thus to brave Śatrughna spoke. +“Rise up, Śatrughna, from thy bed: +Why sleepest thou the night is fled. +See how the sun who chases night +Wakes every lotus with his light. +Arise, arise, and first of all +The lord of Śringavera call, +For he his friendly aid will lend +Our army o'er the flood to send.” +Thus urged, Śatrughna answered: “I, +Remembering Rama, sleepless lie.” +As thus the brothers, each to each, +The lion-mettled, ended speech, +Came Guha, the Nishadas' king, +And spoke with kindly questioning: +“Hast thou in comfort passed,” he cried, +“The night upon the river side? +With thee how fares it? and are these, +Thy soldiers, healthy and at ease?” +Thus the Nishadas' lord inquired +In gentle words which love inspired, +And Bharat, Rama's faithful slave, +Thus to the king his answer gave: +“The night has sweetly passed, and we +Are highly honoured, King, by thee. +Now let thy servants boats prepare, +Our army o'er the stream to bear.” +The speech of Bharat Guha heard, +And swift to do his bidding stirred. +Within the town the monarch sped +And to his ready kinsmen said: +“Awake, each kinsman, rise, each friend! +May every joy your lives attend. +Gather each boat upon the shore +And ferry all the army o'er.” +Thus Guha spoke: nor they delayed, +But, rising quick, their lord obeyed, +And soon, from every side secured, +Five hundred boats were ready moored. +Some reared aloft the mystic sign,363 +And mighty bells were hung in line: +Of firmest build, gay flags they bore, +And sailors for the helm and oar. +One such King Guha chose, whereon, +Of fair white cloth, an awning shone, +And sweet musicians charmed the ear,— +And bade his servants urge it near. +Then Bharat swiftly sprang on board, +And then Śatrughna, famous lord, +To whom, with many a royal dame, +Kauśalya and Sumitra came. +The household priest went first in place, +The elders, and the Brahman race, +And after them the monarch's train +Of women borne in many a wain. +Then high to heaven the shouts of those +Who fired the army's huts,364 arose, +With theirs who bathed along the shore, +Or to the boats the baggage bore. +Full freighted with that mighty force +The boats sped swiftly on their course, +By royal Guha's servants manned, +And gentle gales the banners fanned. +Some boats a crowd of dames conveyed, +In others noble coursers neighed; +Some chariots and their cattle bore, +Some precious wealth and golden store. +Across the stream each boat was rowed, +There duly disembarked its load, +And then returning on its way, +Sped here and there in merry play. +Then swimming elephants appeared +With flying pennons high upreared. +And as the drivers urged them o'er, +The look of winged mountains wore. +Some men in barges reached the strand, +Others on rafts came safe to land: +Some buoyed with pitchers crossed the tide, +And others on their arms relied. +Thus with the help the monarch gave +The army crossed pure Ganga's wave: +Then in auspicious hour it stood +Within Prayaga's famous wood. +The prince with cheering words addressed +His weary men, and bade them rest +Where'er they chose and he, +With priest and deacon by his side, +To Bharadvaja's dwelling hied +That best of saints to see. +[pg 197] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_165.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_165.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7ddd9b95b22538d2dfb3dbe8d8e2801d880fe3c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_165.txt @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +Canto XCI. Bharadvaja's Feast. + +The prince of men a league away +Saw where the hermit's dwelling lay, +Then with his lords his path pursued, +And left his warrior multitude. +On foot, as duty taught his mind, +He left his warlike gear behind; +Two robes of linen cloth he wore, +And bade Vaśishṭha walk before. +Then Bharat from his lords withdrew +When Bharadvaja came in view, +And toward the holy hermit went +Behind Vaśishṭha, reverent. +When Bharadvaja, saint austere, +Saw good Vaśishṭha drawing near, +He cried, upspringing from his seat, +“The grace-gift bring, my friend to greet.” +When Saint Vaśishṭha near him drew, +And Bharat paid the reverence due, +The glorious hermit was aware +That Daśaratha's son was there. +The grace-gift, water for their feet +He gave, and offered fruit to eat; +Then, duty-skilled, with friendly speech +In seemly order questioned each: +“How fares it in Ayodhya now +With treasury and army? how +With kith and kin and friends most dear, +With councillor, and prince, and peer?” +But, for he knew the king was dead, +Of Daśaratha naught he said. +Vaśishṭha and the prince in turn +Would of the hermit's welfare learn: +Of holy fires they fain would hear, +Of pupils, trees, and birds, and deer. +The glorious saint his answer made +That all was well in holy shade: +Then love of Rama moved his breast, +And thus he questioned of his guest: +“Why art thou here, O Prince, whose band +With kingly sway protects the land? +Declare the cause, explain the whole, +For yet some doubt disturbs my soul. +He whom Kauśalya bare, whose might +The foemen slays, his line's delight, +He who with wife and brother sent +Afar now roam in banishment, +Famed prince, to whom his father spake +This order for a woman's sake: +“Away! and in the forest spend +Thy life till fourteen years shall end”— +Has thou the wish to harm him, bent +On sin against the innocent? +Wouldst thou thine elder's realm enjoy +Without a thorn that can annoy?” +With sobbing voice and tearful eye +Thus Bharat sadly made reply: +“Ah lost am I, if thou, O Saint, +Canst thus in thought my heart attaint: +No warning charge from thee I need; +Ne'er could such crime from me proceed. +The words my guilty mother spake +When fondly jealous for my sake— +Think not that I, to triumph moved, +Those words approve or e'er approved. +O Hermit, I have sought this place +To win the lordly hero's grace, +To throw me at my brother's feet +And lead him to his royal seat. +To this, my journey's aim and end, +Thou shouldst, O Saint, thy favour lend: +Where is the lord of earth? do thou, +Most holy, say, where roams he now?” +Then, by the saint Vaśishṭha pressed, +And all the gathered priests beside, +To Bharat's dutiful request +The hermit graciously replied: +“Worthy of thee, O Prince, this deed, +True son of Raghu's ancient seed. +I know thee reverent, well-controlled, +The glory of the good of old. +I grant thy prayer: in this pursuit +I know thy heart is resolute. +'Tis for thy sake those words I said +That wider still thy fame may spread. +I know where Rama, duty-tried, +His brother, and his wife abide. +Where Chitrakúṭa's heights arise +Thy brother Rama's dwelling lies. +Go thither with the morning's light, +And stay with all thy lords tonight: +For I would show thee honour high, +And do not thou my wish deny.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_166.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_166.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5c318861ce6b3f15485ebdd3e5e4439e9753d6e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_166.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ +Canto XCII. Bharat's Farewell. + +Soon as he saw the prince's mind +To rest that day was well inclined, +He sought Kaikeyí's son to please +With hospitable courtesies. +Then Bharat to the saint replied: +“Our wants are more than satisfied. +The gifts which honoured strangers greet, +And water for our weary feet +Hast thou bestowed with friendly care, +And every choice of woodland fare.” +Then Bharadvaja spoke, a smile +Playing upon his lips the while: +“I know, dear Prince, thy friendly mind +Will any fare sufficient find, +But gladly would I entertain +And banquet all thine armed train: +Such is my earnest wish: do thou +This longing of my heart allow, +Why hast thou hither bent thy way, +And made thy troops behind thee stay? +[pg 198] +Why unattended? couldst thou not +With friends and army seek this spot?” +Bharat, with reverent hands raised high, +To that great hermit made reply: +“My troops, for awe of thee, O Sage, +I brought not to thy hermitage: +Troops of a king or monarch's son +A hermit's home should ever shun. +Behind me comes a mighty train +Wide spreading o'er the ample plain, +Where every chief and captain leads +Men, elephants, and mettled steeds. +I feared, O reverend Sage, lest these +Might harm the holy ground and trees, +Springs might be marred and cots o'erthrown, +So with the priests I came alone.” +“Bring all thy host,” the hermit cried, +And Bharat, to his joy, complied. +Then to the chapel went the sire, +Where ever burnt the sacred fire, +And first, in order due, with sips +Of water purified his lips: +To Viśvakarma, then he prayed, +His hospitable feast to aid: +“Let Viśvakarma hear my call, +The God who forms and fashions all: +A mighty banquet I provide, +Be all my wants this day supplied. +Lord Indra at their head, the three365 +Who guard the worlds I call to me: +A mighty host this day I feed, +Be now supplied my every need. +Let all the streams that eastward go, +And those whose waters westering flow, +Both on the earth and in the sky, +Flow hither and my wants supply. +Be some with ardent liquor filled, +And some with wine from flowers distilled, +While some their fresh cool streams retain +Sweet as the juice of sugar-cane. +I call the Gods, I call the band +Of minstrels that around them stand: +I call the Haha and Huhú, +I call the sweet Viśvavasu, +I call the heavenly wives of these +With all the bright Apsarases, +Alambúsha of beauty rare, +The charmer of the tangled hair, +Ghritachí and Viśvachi fair, +Hema and Bhíma sweet to view, +And lovely Nagadanta too, +And all the sweetest nymphs who stand +By Indra or by Brahma's hand— +I summon these with all their train +And Tumburu to lead the strain. +Here let Kuvera's garden rise +Which far in Northern Kuru366 lies: +For leaves let cloth and gems entwine, +And let its fruit be nymphs divine. +Let Soma367 give the noblest food +To feed the mighty multitude, +Of every kind, for tooth and lip, +To chew, to lick, to suck, and sip. +Let wreaths, where fairest flowers abound, +Spring from the trees that bloom around. +Each sort of wine to woo the taste, +And meats of every kind be placed.” +Thus spake the hermit self-restrained, +With proper tone by rules ordained, +On deepest meditation bent, +In holy might preëminent. +Then as with hands in reverence raised +Absorbed in thought he eastward gazed, +The deities he thus addressed +Came each in semblance manifest. +Delicious gales that cooled the frame +From Malaya and Dardar came, +That kissed those scented hills and threw +Auspicious fragrance where they blew. +Then falling fast in sweetest showers +Came from the sky immortal flowers, +And all the airy region round +With heavenly drums was made to sound. +Then breathed a soft celestial breeze, +Then danced the bright Apsarases, +The minstrels and the Gods advanced, +And warbling lutes the soul entranced. +The earth and sky that music filled, +And through each ear it softly thrilled, +As from the heavenly quills it fell +With time and tune attempered well. +Soon as the minstrels ceased to play +And airs celestial died away, +The troops of Bharat saw amazed +What Viśvakarma's art had raised. +On every side, five leagues around, +All smooth and level lay the ground, +With fresh green grass that charmed the sight +Like sapphires blent with lazulite. +There the Wood-apple hung its load, +The Mango and the Citron glowed, +The Bel and scented Jak were there, +And Apela with fruitage fair. +There, brought from Northern Kuru, stood +Rich in delights, the glorious wood, +And many a stream was seen to glide +[pg 199] +With flowering trees along its side. +There mansions rose with four wide halls, +And elephants and chargers' stalls, +And many a house of royal state, +Triumphal arc and bannered gate. +With noble doorways, sought the sky, +Like a pale cloud, a palace high, +Which far and wide rare fragrance shed, +With wreaths of white engarlanded. +Square was its shape, its halls were wide, +With many a seat and couch supplied, +Drink of all kinds, and every meat +Such as celestial Gods might eat. +Then at the bidding of the seer +Kaikeyí's strong-armed son drew near, +And passed within that fair abode +Which with the noblest jewels glowed. +Then, as Vaśishṭha led the way, +The councillors, in due array, +Followed delighted and amazed +And on the glorious structure gazed. +Then Bharat, Raghu's son, drew near +The kingly throne, with prince and peer, +Whereby the chouri in the shade +Of the white canopy was laid. +Before the throne he humbly bent +And honoured Rama, reverent, +Then in his hand the chouri bore, +And sat where sits a councillor. +His ministers and household priest +Sat by degrees from chief to least, +Then sat the captain of the host +And all the men he honoured most. +Then when the saint his order gave, +Each river with enchanted wave +Rolled milk and curds divinely sweet +Before the princely Bharat's feet; +And dwellings fair on either side, +With gay white plaster beautified, +Their heavenly roofs were seen to lift, +The Brahman Bharadvaja's gift. +Then straight by Lord Kuvera sent, +Gay with celestial ornament +Of bright attire and jewels' shine, +Came twenty thousand nymphs divine: +The man on whom those beauties glanced +That moment felt his soul entranced. +With them from Nandan's blissful shades +Came twenty thousand heavenly maids. +Tumburu, Narad, Gopa came, +And Sutanu, like radiant flame, +The kings of the Gandharva throng, +And ravished Bharat with their song. +Then spoke the saint, and swift obeyed +Alambúsha, the fairest maid, +And Miśrakeśí bright to view, +Ramana, Punḍríka too, +And danced to him with graceful ease +The dances of Apsarases. +All chaplets that by Gods are worn, +Or Chaitraratha's graves adorn, +Bloomed by the saint's command arrayed +On branches in Prayaga's shade. +When at the saint's command the breeze +Made music with the Vilva trees, +To wave in rhythmic beat began +The boughs of each Myrobolan, +And holy fig-trees wore the look +Of dancers, as their leaflets shook. +The fair Tamala, palm, and pine, +With trees that tower and plants that twine, +The sweetly varying forms displayed +Of stately dame or bending maid. +Here men the foaming winecup quaffed, +Here drank of milk full many a draught, +And tasted meats of every kind, +Well dressed, whatever pleased their mind. +Then beauteous women, seven or eight, +Stood ready by each man to wait: +Beside the stream his limbs they stripped +And in the cooling water dipped. +And then the fair ones, sparkling eyed, +With soft hands rubbed his limbs and dried, +And sitting on the lovely bank +Held up the winecup as he drank. +Nor did the grooms forget to feed +Camel and mule and ox and steed, +For there were stores of roasted grain, +Of honey and of sugar-cane. +So fast the wild excitement spread +Among the warriors Bharat led, +That all the mighty army through +The groom no more his charger knew, +And he who drove might seek in vain +To tell his elephant again. +With every joy and rapture fired, +Entranced with all the heart desired, +The myriads of the host that night +Revelled delirious with delight. +Urged by the damsels at their side +In wild delight the warriors cried: +“Ne'er will we seek Ayodhya, no, +Nor yet to Danḍak forest go: +Here will we stay: may happy fate +On Bharat and on Rama wait.” +Thus cried the army gay and free +Exulting in their lawless glee, +Both infantry and those who rode +On elephants, or steeds bestrode, +Ten thousand voices shouting, “This +Is heaven indeed for perfect bliss.” +With garlands decked they idly strayed, +And danced and laughed and sang and played. +At length as every soldier eyed, +With food like Amrit satisfied, +Each dainty cate and tempting meat, +No longer had he care to eat. +Thus soldier, servant, dame, and slave +Received whate'er the wish might crave. +As each in new-wrought clothes arrayed +Enjoyed the feast before him laid. +[pg 200] +Each man was seen in white attire +Unstained by spot or speck of mire: +None was athirst or hungry there, +And none had dust upon his hair. +On every side in woody dells +Was milky food in bubbling wells, +And there were all-supplying cows +And honey dropping from the boughs. +Nor wanted lakes of flower-made drink +With piles of meat upon the brink, +Boiled, stewed, and roasted, varied cheer, +Peachick and jungle-fowl and deer, +There was the flesh of kid and boar, +And dainty sauce in endless store, +With juice of flowers concocted well, +And soup that charmed the taste and smell, +And pounded fruits of bitter taste, +And many a bath was ready placed +Down by each river's shelving side +There stood great basins well supplied, +And laid therein, of dazzling sheen, +White brushes for the teeth were seen, +And many a covered box wherein +Was sandal powdered for the skin. +And mirrors bright with constant care, +And piles of new attire were there, +And store of sandals and of shoes, +Thousands of pairs, for all to choose: +Eye-unguents, combs for hair and beard, +Umbrellas fair and bows appeared. +Lakes gleamed, that lent digestive aid,368 +And some for pleasant bathing made, +With waters fair, and smooth incline +For camels, horses, mules, and kine. +There saw they barley heaped on high +The countless cattle to supply: +The golden grain shone fair and bright +As sapphires or the lazulite. +To all the gathered host it seemed +As if that magic scene they dreamed, +And wonder, as they gazed, increased +At Bharadvaja's glorious feast. +Thus in the hermit's grove they spent +That night in joy and merriment, +Blest as the Gods who take their ease +Under the shade of Nandan's trees. +Each minstrel bade the saint adieu, +And to his blissful mansion flew, +And every stream and heavenly dame +Returned as swiftly as she came. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_167.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_167.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..07693b1f6b5b1b929491ec112b2b7f980e6231c4 --- /dev/null +++ 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Chitrakúta In Sight. + +So Bharat with his army spent +The watches of the night content, +And gladly, with the morning's light +Drew near his host the anchorite. +When Bharadvaja saw him stand +With hand in reverence joined to hand, +When fires of worship had been fed, +He looked upon the prince and said: +“O blameless son, I pray thee tell, +Did the past night content thee well? +Say if the feast my care supplied +Thy host of followers gratified.” +His hands he joined, his head he bent +And spoke in answer reverent +To the most high and radiant sage +Who issued from his hermitage: +“Well have I passed the night: thy feast +Gave joy to every man and beast; +And I, great lord, and every peer +Were satisfied with sumptuous cheer, +Thy banquet has delighted all +From highest chief to meanest thrall, +And rich attire and drink and meat +Banished the thought of toil and heat. +And now, O Hermit good and great, +A boon of thee I supplicate. +To Rama's side my steps I bend: +Do thou with friendly eye commend. +O tell me how to guide my feet +To virtuous Rama's lone retreat: +Great Hermit, I entreat thee, say +How far from here and which the way.” +Thus by fraternal love inspired +The chieftain of the saint inquired: +Then thus replied the glorious seer +Of matchless might, of vows austere: +“Ere the fourth league from here be passed, +Amid a forest wild and vast, +Stands Chitrakúṭa's mountain tall, +Lovely with wood and waterfall. +North of the mountain thou wilt see +The beauteous stream Mandakiní, +Where swarm the waterfowl below, +And gay trees on the margin grow. +Then will a leafy cot between +The river and the hill be seen: +'Tis Rama's, and the princely pair +Of brothers live for certain there. +Hence to the south thine army lead, +And then more southward still proceed, +So shalt thou find his lone retreat, +And there the son of Raghu meet.” +Soon as the ordered march they knew, +The widows of the monarch flew, +Leaving their cars, most meet to ride, +And flocked to Bharadvaja's side. +There with the good Sumitra Queen +Kauśalya, sad and worn, was seen, +Caressing, still with sorrow faint, +The feet of that illustrious saint, +Kaikeyí too, her longings crossed, +Reproached of all, her object lost, +Before the famous hermit came, +[pg 201] +And clasped his feet, o'erwhelmed with shame. +With circling steps she humbly went +Around the saint preëminent, +And stood not far from Bharat's side +With heart oppressed, and heavy-eyed. +Then the great seer, who never broke +One holy vow, to Bharat spoke: +“Speak, Raghu's son: I fain would learn +The story of each queen in turn.” +Obedient to the high request +By Bharadvaja thus addressed, +His reverent hands together laid, +He, skilled in speech, his answer made: +“She whom, O Saint, thou seest here +A Goddess in her form appear, +Was the chief consort of the king, +Now worn with fast and sorrowing. +As Aditi in days of yore +The all-preserving Vishnu bore, +Kauśalya bore with happy fate +Lord Rama of the lion's gait. +She who, transfixed with torturing pangs, +On her left arm so fondly hangs, +As when her withering leaves decay +Droops by the wood the Cassia spray, +Sumitra, pained with woe, is she, +The consort second of the three: +Two princely sons the lady bare, +Fair as the Gods in heaven are fair. +And she, the wicked dame through whom +My brothers' lives are wrapped in gloom, +And mourning for his offspring dear, +The king has sought his heavenly sphere,— +Proud, foolish-hearted, swift to ire, +Self-fancied darling of my sire, +Kaikeyí, most ambitious queen, +Unlovely with her lovely mien, +My mother she, whose impious will +Is ever bent on deeds of ill, +In whom the root and spring I see +Of all this woe which crushes me.” +Quick breathing like a furious snake, +With tears and sobs the hero spake, +With reddened eyes aglow with rage. +And Bharadvaja, mighty sage, +Supreme in wisdom, calm and grave, +In words like these good counsel gave: +“O Bharat, hear the words I say; +On her the fault thou must not lay: +For many a blessing yet will spring +From banished Rama's wandering.” +And Bharat, with that promise cheered, +Went circling round that saint revered, +He humbly bade farewell, and then +Gave orders to collect his men. +Prompt at the summons thousands flew +To cars which noble coursers drew, +Bright-gleaming, glorious to behold, +Adorned with wealth of burnished gold. +Then female elephants and male, +Gold-girthed, with flags that wooed the gale, +Marched with their bright bells' tinkling chime +Like clouds when ends the summer time: +Some cars were huge and some were light, +For heavy draught or rapid flight, +Of costly price, of every kind, +With clouds of infantry behind. +The dames, Kauśalya at their head, +Were in the noblest chariots led, +And every gentle bosom beat +With hope the banished prince to meet. +The royal Bharat, glory-crowned, +With all his retinue around, +Borne in a beauteous litter rode, +Like the young moon and sun that glowed. +The army as it streamed along, +Cars, elephants, in endless throng, +Showed, marching on its southward way, +Like autumn clouds in long array. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_168.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_168.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aa755be7abaf3a0e6efce6a2d00b6c595c305752 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_168.txt @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +Canto XCIV. Chitrakúta. + +As through the woods its way pursued +That mighty bannered multitude, +Wild elephants in terror fled +With all the startled herds they led, +And bears and deer were seen on hill, +In forest glade, by every rill. +Wide as the sea from coast to coast, +The high-souled Bharat's mighty host +Covered the earth as cloudy trains +Obscure the sky when fall the rains. +The stately elephants he led, +And countless steeds the land o'erspread, +So closely crowded that between +Their serried ranks no ground was seen. +Then when the host had travelled far, +And steeds were worn who drew the car, +The glorious Bharat thus addressed +Vaśishṭha, of his lords the best: +“The spot, methinks, we now behold +Of which the holy hermit told, +For, as his words described, I trace +Each several feature of the place: +Before us Chitrakúṭa shows, +Mandakiní beside us flows: +Afar umbrageous woods arise +Like darksome clouds that veil the skies. +Now tread these mountain-beasts of mine +On Chitrakúṭa's fair incline. +The trees their rain of blossoms shed +On table-lands beneath them spread, +As from black clouds the floods descend +When the hot days of summer end. +Śatrughna, look, the mountain see +Where heavenly minstrels wander free, +[pg 202] +And horses browse beneath the steep, +Countless as monsters in the deep. +Scared by my host the mountain deer +Starting with tempest speed appear +Like the long lines of cloud that fly +In autumn through the windy sky. +See, every warrior shows his head +With fragrant blooms engarlanded; +All look like southern soldiers who +Lift up their shields of azure hue. +This lonely wood beneath the hill, +That was so dark and drear and still, +Covered with men in endless streams +Now like Ayodhya's city seems. +The dust which countless hoofs excite +Obscures the sky and veils the light; +But see, swift winds those clouds dispel +As if they strove to please me well. +See, guided in their swift career +By many a skilful charioteer, +Those cars by fleetest coursers drawn +Race onward over glade and lawn. +Look, startled as the host comes near +The lovely peacocks fly in fear, +Gorgeous as if the fairest blooms +Of earth had glorified their plumes. +Look where the sheltering covert shows +The trooping deer, both bucks and does, +That occupy in countless herds +This mountain populous with birds. +Most lovely to my mind appears +This place which every charm endears: +Fair as the road where tread the Blest; +Here holy hermits take their rest. +Then let the army onward press +And duly search each green recess +For the two lion-lords, till we +Rama once more and Lakshman see.” +Thus Bharat spoke: and hero bands +Of men with weapons in their hands +Entered the tangled forest: then +A spire of smoke appeared in ken. +Soon as they saw the rising smoke +To Bharat they returned and spoke: +“No fire where men are not: 'tis clear +That Raghu's sons are dwelling here. +Or if not here those heroes dwell +Whose mighty arms their foeman quell, +Still other hermits here must be +Like Rama, true and good as he.” +His ears attentive Bharat lent +To their resistless argument, +Then to his troops the chief who broke +His foe's embattled armies spoke: +“Here let the troops in silence stay; +One step beyond they must not stray. +Come Dhrishṭi and Sumantra, you +With me alone the path pursue.” +Their leader's speech the warriors heard, +And from his place no soldier stirred, +And Bharat bent his eager eyes +Where curling smoke was seen to rise. +The host his order well obeyed, +And halting there in silence stayed +Watching where from the thicket's shade +They saw the smoke appear. +And joy through all the army ran, +“Soon shall we meet,” thought every man, +“The prince we hold so dear.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_169.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_169.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f1a96ca87e3129e10cea2ea48064447da4db21f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_169.txt @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +Canto XCV. Mandakiní. + +There long the son of Raghu dwelt +And love for hill and wood he felt. +Then his Videhan spouse to please +And his own heart of woe to ease, +Like some Immortal—Indra so +Might Swarga's charms to Śachí show— +Drew her sweet eyes to each delight +Of Chitrakúṭa's lovely height: +“Though reft of power and kingly sway, +Though friends and home are far away, +I cannot mourn my altered lot, +Enamoured of this charming spot. +Look, darling, on this noble hill +Which sweet birds with their music fill, +Bright with a thousand metal dyes +His lofty summits cleave the skies. +See, there a silvery sheen is spread, +And there like blood the rocks are red. +There shows a streak of emerald green, +And pink and yellow glow between. +There where the higher peaks ascend, +Crystal and flowers and topaz blend, +And others flash their light afar +Like mercury or some fair star: +With such a store of metals dyed +The king of hills is glorified. +There through the wild birds' populous home +The harmless bear and tiger roam: +Hyænas range the woody slopes +With herds of deer and antelopes. +See, love, the trees that clothe his side +All lovely in their summer pride, +In richest wealth of leaves arrayed, +With flower and fruit and light and shade, +Look where the young Rose-apple glows; +What loaded boughs the Mango shows; +See, waving in the western wind +The light leaves of the Tamarind, +And mark that giant Peepul through +The feathery clump of tall bamboo.369 +[pg 203] +Look, on the level lands above, +Delighting in successful love +In sweet enjoyment many a pair +Of heavenly minstrels revels there, +While overhanging boughs support +Their swords and mantles as they sport: +Then see that pleasant shelter where +Play the bright Daughters of the Air.370 +The mountain seems with bright cascade +And sweet rill bursting from the shade, +Like some majestic elephant o'er +Whose burning head the torrents pour. +Where breathes the man who would not feel +Delicious languor o'er him steal, +As the young morning breeze that springs +From the cool cave with balmy wings, +Breathes round him laden with the scent +Of bud and blossom dew-besprent? +If many autumns here I spent +With thee, my darling innocent, +And Lakshman, I should never know +The torture of the fires of woe, +This varied scene so charms my sight, +This mount so fills me with delight, +Where flowers in wild profusion spring, +And ripe fruits glow and sweet birds sing. +My beauteous one, a double good +Springs from my dwelling in the wood: +Loosed is the bond my sire that tied, +And Bharat too is gratified. +My darling, dost thou feel with me +Delight from every charm we see, +Of which the mind and every sense +Feel the enchanting influence? +My fathers who have passed away, +The royal saints, were wont to say, +That life in woodland shades like this +Secures a king immortal bliss. +See, round the hill at random thrown, +Huge masses lie of rugged stone +Of every shape and many a hue, +Yellow and white and red and blue. +But all is fairer still by night: +Each rock reflects a softer light, +When the whole mount from foot to crest +In robes of lambent flame is dressed; +When from a million herbs a blaze +Of their own luminous glory plays, +And clothed in fire each deep ravine, +Each pinnacle and crag is seen. +Some parts the look of mansions wear, +And others are as gardens fair, +While others seem a massive block +Of solid undivided rock. +Behold those pleasant beds o'erlaid +With lotus leaves, for lovers made, +Where mountain birch and costus throw +Cool shadows on the pair below. +See where the lovers in their play +Have cast their flowery wreaths away, +And fruit and lotus buds that crowned +Their brows lie trodden on the ground. +North Kuru's realm is fair to see, +Vasvaukasara,371 Naliní,372 +But rich in fruit and blossom still +More fair is Chitrakúṭa's hill. +Here shall the years appointed glide +With thee, my beauty, by my side, +And Lakshman ever near; +Here shall I live in all delight, +Make my ancestral fame more bright, +Tread in their path who walk aright, +And to my oath adhere.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_17.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_17.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..af269a6313f01a462dc1720bb15f909a61c4d2a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_17.txt @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +Canto XVIII. Rishyasring's Departure. + +Now when the high-souled monarch's rite, +The Aśvamedh, was finished quite, +Their sacrificial dues obtained, +The Gods their heavenly homes regained. +The lofty-minded saints withdrew, +Each to his place, with honour due, +And kings and chieftains, one and all, +Who came to grace the festival. +And Daśaratha, ere they went, +Addressed them thus benevolent: +“Now may you, each with joyful heart, +To your own realms, O Kings, depart. +Peace and good luck attend you there, +And blessing, is my friendly prayer; +Let cares of state each mind engage +To guard his royal heritage. +A monarch from his throne expelled +No better than the dead is held. +So he who cares for power and might +Must guard his realm and royal right. +Such care a meed in heaven will bring +Better than rites and offering. +Such care a king his country owes +As man upon himself bestows, +When for his body he provides +Raiment and every need besides. +For future days should kings foresee, +And keep the present error-free.” +Thus did the king the kings exhort: +They heard, and turned them from the court +And, each to each in friendship bound, +Went forth to all the realms around. +The rites were o'er, the guests were sped: +The train the best of Brahmans led, +In which the king with joyful soul, +With his dear wives, and with the whole +Of his imperial host and train +Of cars and servants turned again, +And, as a monarch dear to fame, +Within his royal city came. +Next, Rishyaśring, well-honoured sage, +And Śanta, sought their hermitage. +The king himself, of prudent mind, +Attended him, with troops behind. +And all her men the town outpoured +With Saint Vaśishṭha and their lord. +High mounted on a car of state, +O'er canopied fair Śanta sate. +Drawn by white oxen, while a band +Of servants marched on either hand. +Great gifts of countless price she bore, +With sheep and goats and gems in store. +Like Beauty's self the lady shone +With all the jewels she had on, +As, happy in her sweet content, +Peerless amid the fair she went. +Not Queen Paulomí's125 self could be +More loving to her lord than she. +She who had lived in happy ease, +Honoured with all her heart could please, +While dames and kinsfolk ever vied +To see her wishes gratified, +Soon as she knew her husband's will +Again to seek the forest, still +Was ready for the hermit's cot, +Nor murmured at her altered lot. +The king attended to the wild +That hermit and his own dear child, +And in the centre of a throng +Of noble courtiers rode along. +The sage's son had let prepare +A lodge within the wood, and there +While they lingered blithe and gay. +Then, duly honoured, went their way. +The glorious hermit Rishyaśring +Drew near and thus besought the king: +[pg 030] +“Return, my honoured lord, I pray, +Return, upon thy homeward way.” +The monarch, with the waiting crowd, +Lifted his voice and wept aloud, +And with eyes dripping still to each +Of his good queens he spake this speech: +“Kauśalya and Sumitra dear, +And thou, my sweet Kaikeyí, hear. +All upon Śanta feast your gaze, +The last time for a length of days.” +To Śanta's arms the ladies leapt, +And hung about her neck and wept, +And cried, “O, happy be the life +Of this great Brahman and his wife. +The Wind, the Fire, the Moon on high, +The Earth, the Streams, the circling Sky, +Preserve thee in the wood, true spouse, +Devoted to thy husband's vows. +And O dear Śanta, ne'er neglect +To pay the dues of meek respect +To the great saint, thy husband's sire, +With all observance and with fire. +And, sweet one, pure of spot and blame, +Forget not thou thy husband's claim; +In every change, in good and ill, +Let thy sweet words delight him still, +And let thy worship constant be: +Her lord is woman's deity. +To learn thy welfare, dearest friend, +The king will many a Brahman send. +Let happy thoughts thy spirit cheer, +And be not troubled, daughter dear.” +These soothing words the ladies said. +And pressed their lips upon her head. +Each gave with sighs her last adieu, +Then at the king's command withdrew. +The king around the hermit went +With circling footsteps reverent, +And placed at Rishyaśring's command +Some soldiers of his royal band. +The Brahman bowed in turn and cried, +“May fortune never leave thy side. +O mighty King, with justice reign, +And still thy people's love retain.” +He spoke, and turned away his face, +And, as the hermit went, +The monarch, rooted to the place, +Pursued with eyes intent. +But when the sage had past from view +King Daśaratha turned him too, +Still fixing on his friend each thought. +With such deep love his breast was fraught. +Amid his people's loud acclaim +Home to his royal seat he came, +And lived delighted there, +Expecting when each queenly dame, +Upholder of his ancient fame, +Her promised son should bear. +The glorious sage his way pursued +Till close before his eyes he viewed +Sweet Champa, Lomapad's fair town, +Wreathed with her Champacs'126 leafy crown. +Soon as the saint's approach he knew, +The king, to yield him honour due, +Went forth to meet him with a band +Of priests and nobles of the land: +“Hail, Sage,” he cried, “O joy to me! +What bliss it is, my lord, to see +Thee with thy wife and all thy train +Returning to my town again. +Thy father, honoured Sage, is well, +Who hither from his woodland cell +Has sent full many a messenger +For tidings both of thee and her.” +Then joyfully, for due respect, +The monarch bade the town be decked. +The king and Rishyaśring elate +Entered the royal city's gate: +In front the chaplain rode. +Then, loved and honoured with all care +By monarch and by courtier, there +The glorious saint abode. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_170.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_170.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9f0bde4f9c047d4c65056dd28fa924808f505a3a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_170.txt @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +Canto XCVI. The Magic Shaft.374 + +Then Rama, like the lotus eyed, +Descended from the mountain side, +And to the Maithil lady showed +The lovely stream that softly flowed. +And thus Ayodhya's lord addressed +His bride, of dames the loveliest, +Child of Videha's king, her face +Bright with the fair moon's tender grace: +“How sweetly glides, O darling, look, +Mandakiní's delightful brook, +Adorned with islets, blossoms gay, +And sarases and swans at play! +[pg 204] +The trees with which her banks are lined +Show flowers and fruit of every kind: +The match in radiant sheen is she +Of King Kuvera's Naliní.373 +My heart exults with pleasure new +The shelving band and ford to view, +Where gathering herds of thirsty deer +Disturb the wave that ran so clear. +Now look, those holy hermits mark +In skins of deer and coats of bark; +With twisted coils of matted hair, +The reverend men are bathing there, +And as they lift their arms on high +The Lord of Day they glorify: +These best of saints, my large-eyed spouse, +Are constant to their sacred vows. +The mountain dances while the trees +Bend their proud summits to the breeze, +And scatter many a flower and bud +From branches that o'erhang the flood. +There flows the stream like lucid pearl, +Round islets here the currents whirl, +And perfect saints from middle air +Are flocking to the waters there. +See, there lie flowers in many a heap +From boughs the whistling breezes sweep, +And others wafted by the gale +Down the swift current dance and sail. +Now see that pair of wild-fowl rise, +Exulting with their joyful cries: +Hark, darling, wafted from afar +How soft their pleasant voices are. +To gaze on Chitrakúṭa's hill, +To look upon this lovely rill, +To bend mine eyes on thee, dear wife, +Is sweeter than my city life. +Come, bathe we in the pleasant rill +Whose dancing waves are never still, +Stirred by those beings pure from sin, +The sanctities who bathe therein: +Come, dearest, to the stream descend, +Approach her as a darling friend, +And dip thee in the silver flood +Which lotuses and lilies stud. +Let this fair hill Ayodhya seem, +Its silvan things her people deem, +And let these waters as they flow +Our own beloved Sarjú show. +How blest, mine own dear love, am I; +Thou, fond and true, art ever nigh, +And duteous, faithful Lakshman stays +Beside me, and my word obeys. +Here every day I bathe me thrice, +Fruit, honey, roots for food suffice, +And ne'er my thoughts with longing stray +To distant home or royal sway. +For who this charming brook can see +Where herds of roedeer wander free, +And on the flowery-wooded brink +Apes, elephants, and lions drink, +Nor feel all sorrow fly?” +Thus eloquently spoke the pride +Of Raghu's children to his bride, +And wandered happy by her side +Where Chitrakúṭa azure-dyed +Uprears his peaks on high. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_171.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_171.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..df5f625769997e1b4174ddb6c1b75b7bbfb04fed --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_171.txt @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ +Canto XCVII. Lakshman's Anger. + +Thus Rama showed to Janak's child +The varied beauties of the wild, +The hill, the brook and each fair spot, +Then turned to seek their leafy cot. +North of the mountain Rama found +A cavern in the sloping ground, +Charming to view, its floor was strown +With many a mass of ore and stone, +In secret shadow far retired +Where gay birds sang with joy inspired, +And trees their graceful branches swayed +With loads of blossom downward weighed. +Soon as he saw the cave which took +Each living heart and chained the look, +Thus Rama spoke to Síta who +Gazed wondering on the silvan view: +“Does this fair cave beneath the height, +Videhan lady, charm thy sight? +Then let us resting here a while +The languor of the way beguile. +That block of stone so smooth and square +Was set for thee to rest on there, +And like a thriving Keśar tree +This flowery shrub o'ershadows thee.” +Thus Rama spoke, and Janak's child, +By nature ever soft and mild, +In tender words which love betrayed +Her answer to the hero made: +“O pride of Raghu's children, still +My pleasure is to do thy will. +Enough for me thy wish to know: +Far hast thou wandered to and fro.” +Thus Síta spake in gentle tone, +And went obedient to the stone, +Of perfect face and faultless limb +Prepared to rest a while with him. +And Rama, as she thus replied, +Turned to his spouse again and cried: +“Thou seest, love, this flowery shade +For silvan creatures' pleasure made, +How the gum streams from trees and plants +Torn by the tusks of elephants! +[pg 205] +Through all the forest clear and high +Resounds the shrill cicala's cry. +Hark how the kite above us moans, +And calls her young in piteous tones; +So may my hapless mother be +Still mourning in her home for me. +There mounted on that lofty Sal +The loud Bhringraj375 repeats his call: +How sweetly now he tunes his throat +Responsive to the Koïl's note. +Or else the bird that now has sung +May be himself the Koïl's young, +Linked with such winning sweetness are +The notes he pours irregular. +See, round the blooming Mango clings +That creeper with her tender rings, +So in thy love, when none is near, +Thine arms are thrown round me, my dear.” +Thus in his joy he cried; and she, +Sweet speaker, on her lover's knee, +Of faultless limb and perfect face, +Grew closer to her lord's embrace. +Reclining in her husband's arms, +A goddess in her wealth of charms, +She filled his loving breast anew +With mighty joy that thrilled him through. +His finger on the rock he laid, +Which veins of sanguine ore displayed, +And painted o'er his darling's eyes +The holy sign in mineral dyes. +Bright on her brow the metal lay +Like the young sun's first gleaming ray, +And showed her in her beauty fair +As the soft light of morning's air. +Then from the Keśar's laden tree +He picked fair blossoms in his glee, +And as he decked each lovely tress, +His heart o'erflowed with happiness. +So resting on that rocky seat +A while they spent in pastime sweet, +Then onward neath the shady boughs +Went Rama with his Maithil spouse. +She roaming in the forest shade +Where every kind of creature strayed +Observed a monkey wandering near, +And clung to Rama's arm in fear. +The hero Rama fondly laced +His mighty arms around her waist, +Consoled his beauty in her dread, +And scared the Monkey till he fled. +That holy mark of sanguine ore +That gleamed on Síta's brow before, +Shone by that close embrace impressed +Upon the hero's ample chest. +Then Síta, when the beast who led +The monkey troop, afar had fled, +Laughed loudly in light-hearted glee +That mark on Rama's chest to see. +A clump of bright Aśokas fired +The forest in their bloom attired: +The restless blossoms as they gleamed +A host of threatening monkeys seemed. +Then Síta thus to Rama cried, +As longingly the flowers she eyed: +“Pride of thy race, now let us go +Where those Aśoka blossoms grow.” +He on his darling's pleasure bent +With his fair goddess thither went +And roamed delighted through the wood +Where blossoming Aśokas stood, +As Śiva with Queen Uma roves +Through Himavan's majestic groves. +Bright with purpureal glow the pair +Of happy lovers sported there, +And each upon the other set +A flower-inwoven coronet. +There many a crown and chain they wove +Of blooms from that Aśoka grove, +And in their graceful sport the two +Fresh beauty o'er the mountain threw. +The lover let his love survey +Each pleasant spot that round them lay, +Then turned they to their green retreat +Where all was garnished, gay, and neat. +By brotherly affection led, +Sumitra's son to meet them sped, +And showed the labours of the day +Done while his brother was away. +There lay ten black-deer duly slain +With arrows pure of poison stain, +Piled in a mighty heap to dry, +With many another carcass nigh. +And Lakshman's brother saw, o'erjoyed, +The work that had his hands employed, +Then to his consort thus he cried: +“Now be the general gifts supplied.” +Then Síta, fairest beauty, placed +The food for living things to taste, +And set before the brothers meat +And honey that the pair might eat. +They ate the meal her hands supplied, +Their lips with water purified: +Then Janak's daughter sat at last +And duly made her own repast. +The other venison, to be dried, +Piled up in heaps was set aside, +And Rama told his wife to stay +And drive the flocking crows away. +Her husband saw her much distressed +By one more bold than all the rest, +Whose wings where'er he chose could fly, +Now pierce the earth, now roam the sky. +Then Rama laughed to see her stirred +To anger by the plaguing bird: +Proud of his love the beauteous dame +With burning rage was all aflame. +Now here, now there, again, again +She chased the crow, but all in vain, +Enraging her, so quick to strike +[pg 206] +With beak and wing and claw alike: +Then how the proud lip quivered, how +The dark frown marked her angry brow! +When Rama saw her cheek aglow +With passion, he rebuked the crow. +But bold in impudence the bird, +With no respect for Rama's word, +Fearless again at Síta flew: +Then Rama's wrath to fury grew. +The hero of the mighty arm +Spoke o'er a shaft the mystic charm, +Laid the dire weapon on his bow +And launched it at the shameless crow. +The bird, empowered by Gods to spring +Through earth itself on rapid wing, +Through the three worlds in terror fled +Still followed by that arrow dread. +Where'er he flew, now here now there, +A cloud of weapons filled the air. +Back to the high-souled prince he fled +And bent at Rama's feet his head, +And then, as Síta looked, began +His speech in accents of a man: +“O pardon, and for pity's sake +Spare, Rama, spare my life to take! +Where'er I turn, where'er I flee, +No shelter from this shaft I see.” +The chieftain heard the crow entreat +Helpless and prostrate at his feet, +And while soft pity moved his breast, +With wisest speech the bird addressed: +“I took the troubled Síta's part, +And furious anger filled my heart. +Then on the string my arrow lay +Charmed with a spell thy life to slay. +Thou seekest now my feet, to crave +Forgiveness and thy life to save. +So shall thy prayer have due respect: +The suppliant I must still protect. +But ne'er in vain this dart may flee; +Yield for thy life a part of thee, +What portion of thy body, say, +Shall this mine arrow rend away? +Thus far, O bird, thus far alone +On thee my pity may be shown. +Forfeit a part thy life to buy: +'Tis better so to live than die.” +Thus Rama spoke: the bird of air +Pondered his speech with anxious care, +And wisely deemed it good to give +One of his eyes that he might live. +To Raghu's son he made reply: +“O Rama, I will yield an eye. +So let me in thy grace confide +And live hereafter single-eyed.” +Then Rama charged the shaft, and lo, +Full in the eye it smote the crow. +And the Videhan lady gazed +Upon the ruined eye amazed. +The crow to Rama humbly bent, +Then where his fancy led he went. +Rama with Lakshman by his side +With needful work was occupied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_172.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_172.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a3fcc374d26c063ac3e113ea2f745d58837981b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_172.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XCVIII. Lakshman Calmed. + +Thus Rama showed his love the rill +Whose waters ran beneath the hill, +Then resting on his mountain seat +Refreshed her with the choicest meat. +So there reposed the happy two: +Then Bharat's army nearer drew: +Rose to the skies a dusty cloud, +The sound of trampling feet was loud. +The swelling roar of marching men +Drove the roused tiger from his den, +And scared amain the serpent race +Flying to hole and hiding-place. +The herds of deer in terror fled, +The air was filled with birds o'erhead, +The bear began to leave his tree, +The monkey to the cave to flee. +Wild elephants were all amazed +As though the wood around them blazed. +The lion oped his ponderous jaw, +The buffalo looked round in awe. +The prince, who heard the deafening sound, +And saw the silvan creatures round +Fly wildly startled from their rest, +The glorious Lakshman thus addressed: +“Sumitra's noble son most dear, +Hark, Lakshman, what a roar I hear, +The tumult of a coming crowd, +Appalling, deafening, deep, and loud! +The din that yet more fearful grows +Scares elephants and buffaloes, +Or frightened by the lions, deer +Are flying through the wood in fear. +I fain would know who seeks this place +Comes prince or monarch for the chase? +Or does some mighty beast of prey +Frighten the silvan herds away? +'Tis hard to reach this mountain height, +Yea, e'en for birds in airy flight. +Then fain, O Lakshman, would I know +What cause disturbs the forest so.” +Lakshman in haste, the wood to view, +Climbed a high Sal that near him grew, +The forest all around he eyed, +First gazing on the eastern side. +Then northward when his eyes he bent +He saw a mighty armament +Of elephants, and cars, and horse, +And men on foot, a mingled force, +And banners waving in the breeze, +And spoke to Rama words like these: +“Quick, quick, my lord, put out the fire, +Let Síta to the cave retire. +[pg 207] +Thy coat of mail around thee throw, +Prepare thine arrows and thy bow.” +In eager haste thus Lakshman cried, +And Rama, lion lord, replied: +“Still closer be the army scanned, +And say who leads the warlike band.” +Lakshman his answer thus returned, +As furious rage within him burned, +Exciting him like kindled fire +To scorch the army in his ire: +“'Tis Bharat: he has made the throne +By consecrating rites his own: +To gain the whole dominion thus +He comes in arms to slaughter us. +I mark tree-high upon his car +His flagstaff of the Kovidar,376 +I see his glittering banner glance, +I see his chivalry advance: +I see his eager warriors shine +On elephants in lengthened line. +Now grasp we each the shafts and bow, +And higher up the mountain go. +Or in this place, O hero, stand +With weapons in each ready hand. +Perhaps beneath our might may fall +This leader of the standard tall, +And Bharat I this day may see +Who brought this mighty woe on thee, +Síta, and me, who drove away +My brother from the royal sway. +Bharat our foe at length is nigh, +And by this hand shall surely die: +Brother, I see no sin at all +If Bharat by my weapon fall. +No fault is his who slays the foe +Whose hand was first to strike the blow: +With Bharat now the crime begins +Who against thee and duty sins. +The queen athirst for royal sway +Will see her darling son to-day +Fall by this hand, like some fair tree +Struck by an elephant, slain by me. +Kaikeyí's self shall perish too +With kith and kin and retinue, +And earth by my avenging deed +Shall from this mass of sin be freed. +This day my wrath, too long restrained, +Shall fall upon the foe, unchained, +Mad as the kindled flame that speeds +Destroying through the grass and reeds. +This day mine arrows keen and fierce +The bodies of the foe shall pierce: +The woods on Chitrakúṭa's side +Shall run with torrents crimson-dyed. +The wandering beasts of prey shall feed +On heart-cleft elephant and steed, +And drag to mountain caves away +The bodies that my arrows slay. +Doubt not that Bharat and his train +Shall in this mighty wood be slain: +So shall I pay the debt my bow +And these my deadly arrows owe.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_173.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_173.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d32df4a2fe275add8fa5554277623cd3814ed707 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_173.txt @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +Canto XCIX. Bharat's Approach. + +Then Rama nobly calm allayed +The wrath that Lakshman's bosom swayed: +“What need have we the sword to wield, +To bend the bow or lift the shield, +If Bharat brave, and wise, and good, +Himself has sought this sheltering wood? +I sware my father's will to do, +And if I now my brother slew +What gain in kingship should I find, +Despised and scorned by all mankind? +Believe me, e'en as I would shrink +From poisoned meat or deadly drink, +No power or treasure would I win +By fall of friend or kith or kin. +Brother, believe the words I speak: +For your dear sakes alone I seek +Duty and pleasure, wealth and gain: +A holy life, a happy reign. +If royal sway my heart desires, +My brothers' weal the wish inspires: +Their bliss and safety is my care, +By this uplifted bow I swear. +'Twere not so hard for me to gain +This broad land girdled by the main, +But even Indra's royal might +Should ne'er be mine in duty's spite. +If any bliss my soul can see +Deprived of dear Śatrughna, thee, +And Bharat, may the flame destroy +With ashy gloom the selfish joy. +Far dearer than this life of mine, +Knowing the custom of our line, +His heart with fond affection fraught, +Bharat Ayodhya's town resought +And hearing when he came that I, +With thee and Síta, forced to fly +With matted hair and hermit dress +Am wandering in the wilderness. +While grief his troubled senses storms, +And tender love his bosom warms, +From every thought of evil clear, +Is come to meet his brother here. +Some grievous words perchance he spoke +Kaikeyí's anger to provoke, +Then won the king, and comes to lay +Before my feet the royal sway. +Hither, methinks, in season due +Comes Bharat for an interview, +Nor in his secret heart has he +One evil thought 'gainst thee or me. +What has he done ere now, reflect! +How failed in love or due respect +[pg 208] +To make thee doubt his faith and lay +This evil to his charge to-day? +Thou shouldst not join with Bharat's name +So harsh a speech and idle blame. +The blows thy tongue at Bharat deals, +My sympathizing bosom feels. +How, urged by stress of any ill, +Should sons their father's life-blood spill, +Or brother slay in impious strife +A brother dearer than his life? +If thou these cruel words hast said +By strong desire of empire led, +My brother Bharat will I pray +To give to thee the kingly sway. +“Give him the realm,” my speech shall be, +And Bharat will, methinks, agree.” +Thus spoke the prince whose chief delight +Was duty, and to aid the right: +And Lakshman keenly felt the blame, +And shrank within himself for shame: +And then his answer thus returned, +With downcast eye and cheek that burned: +“Brother, I ween, to see thy face +Our sire himself has sought this place.” +Thus Lakshman spoke and stood ashamed, +And Rama saw and thus exclaimed: +“It is the strong-armed monarch: he +Is come, methinks, his sons to see, +To bid us both the forest quit +For joys for which he deems us fit: +He thinks on all our care and pain, +And now would lead us home again. +My glorious father hence will bear +Síta who claims all tender care. +I see two coursers fleet as storms, +Of noble breed and lovely forms. +I see the beast of mountain size +Who bears the king our father wise, +The aged Victor, march this way +In front of all the armed array. +But doubt and fear within me rise, +For when I look with eager eyes +I see no white umbrella spread, +World-famous, o'er the royal head. +Now, Lakshman, from the tree descend, +And to my words attention lend.” +Thus spoke the pious prince: and he +Descended from the lofty tree, +And reverent hand to hand applied, +Stood humbly by his brother's side. +The host, compelled by Bharat's care, +The wood from trampling feet to spare, +Dense crowding half a league each way +Encamped around the mountain lay. +Below the tall hill's shelving side +Gleamed the bright army far and wide +Spread o'er the ample space, +By Bharat led who firmly true +In duty from his bosom threw +All pride, and near his brother drew +To win the hero's grace. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_174.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_174.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7c7320f0ed7338ba1690b0dcb2affbdc49dabd96 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_174.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto C. The Meeting. + +Soon as the warriors took their rest +Obeying Bharat's high behest, +Thus Bharat to Śatrughna spake: +“A band of soldiers with thee take, +And with these hunters o'er and o'er +The thickets of the wood explore. +With bow, sword, arrows in their hands +Let Guha with his kindred bands +Within this grove remaining trace +The children of Kakutstha's race. +And I meanwhile on foot will through +This neighbouring wood my way pursue, +With elders and the twice-born men, +And every lord and citizen. +There is, I feel, no rest for me +Till Rama's face again I see, +Lakshman, in arms and glory great, +And Síta born to happy fate: +No rest, until his cheek as bright +As the fair moon rejoice my sight, +No rest until I see the eye +With which the lotus petals vie; +Till on my head those dear feet rest +With signs of royal rank impressed; +None, till my kingly brother gain +His old hereditary reign, +Till o'er his limbs and noble head +The consecrating drops be shed. +How blest is Janak's daughter, true +To every wifely duty, who +Cleaves faithful to her husband's side +Whose realm is girt by Ocean's tide! +This mountain too above the rest +E'en as the King of Hills is blest,— +Whose shades Kakutstha's scion hold +As Nandan charms the Lord of Gold. +Yea, happy is this tangled grove +Where savage beasts unnumbered rove, +Where, glory of the Warrior race, +King Rama finds a dwelling-place.” +Thus Bharat, strong-armed hero spake, +And walked within the pathless brake. +O'er plains where gay trees bloomed he went, +Through boughs in tangled net-work bent, +And then from Rama's cot appeared +The banner which the flame upreared. +And Bharat joyed with every friend +To mark those smoky wreaths ascend: +“Here Rama dwells,” he thought; “at last +The ocean of our toil is passed.” +Then sure that Rama's hermit cot +Was on the mountain's side +He stayed his army on the spot, +And on with Guha hied. +[pg 209] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_175.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_175.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8e72c3c4f3e76e53737ffcd7fc4e4cac2318bac4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_175.txt @@ -0,0 +1,149 @@ +Canto CI. Bharata Questioned. + +Then Bharat to Śatrughna showed +The spot, and eager onward strode, +First bidding Saint Vaśishṭha bring +The widowed consorts of the king. +As by fraternal love impelled +His onward course the hero held, +Sumantra followed close behind +Śatrughna with an anxious mind: +Not Bharat's self more fain could be +To look on Rama's face than he. +As, speeding on, the spot he neared, +Amid the hermits' homes appeared +His brother's cot with leaves o'erspread, +And by its side a lowly shed. +Before the shed great heaps were left +Of gathered flowers and billets cleft, +And on the trees hung grass and bark +Rama and Lakshman's path to mark: +And heaps of fuel to provide +Against the cold stood ready dried. +The long-armed chief, as on he went +In glory's light preëminent, +With joyous words like these addressed +The brave Śatrughna and the rest: +“This is the place, I little doubt, +Which Bharadvaja pointed out, +Not far from where we stand must be +The woodland stream, Mandakiní. +Here on the mountain's woody side +Roam elephants in tusked pride, +And ever with a roar and cry +Each other, as they meet, defy. +And see those smoke-wreaths thick and dark: +The presence of the flame they mark, +Which hermits in the forest strive +By every art to keep alive. +O happy me! my task is done, +And I shall look on Raghu's son, +Like some great saint, who loves to treat +His elders with all reverence meet.” +Thus Bharat reached that forest rill, +Thus roamed on Chitrakúṭa's hill; +Then pity in his breast awoke, +And to his friends the hero spoke: +“Woe, woe upon my life and birth! +The prince of men, the lord of earth +Has sought the lonely wood to dwell +Sequestered in a hermit's cell. +Through me, through me these sorrows fall +On him the splendid lord of all: +Through me resigning earthly bliss +He hides him in a home like this. +Now will I, by the world abhorred, +Fall at the dear feet of my lord, +And at fair Síta's too, to win +His pardon for my heinous sin.” +As thus he sadly mourned and sighed, +The son of Daśaratha spied +A bower of leafy branches made, +Sacred and lovely in the shade, +Of fair proportions large and tall, +Well roofed with boughs of palm, and Sal, +Arranged in order due o'erhead +Like grass upon an altar spread. +Two glorious bows were gleaming there, +Like Indra's377 in the rainy air, +Terror of foemen, backed with gold, +Meet for the mightiest hand to hold: +And quivered arrows cast a blaze +Bright gleaming like the Day-God's rays: +Thus serpents with their eyes aglow +Adorn their capital below.378 +Great swords adorned the cottage, laid +Each in a case of gold brocade; +There hung the trusty shields, whereon +With purest gold the bosses shone. +The brace to bind the bowman's arm, +The glove to shield his hand from harm, +A lustre to the cottage lent +From many a golden ornament: +Safe was the cot from fear of men +As from wild beasts the lion's den. +The fire upon the altar burned, +That to the north and east was turned. +Bharat his eager glances bent +And gazed within the cot intent; +In deerskin dress, with matted hair, +Rama his chief was sitting there: +With lion-shoulders broad and strong, +With lotus eyes, arms thick and long. +The righteous sovereign, who should be +Lord paramount from sea to sea, +High-minded, born to lofty fate, +Like Brahma's self supremely great; +With Lakshman by his side, and her, +Fair Síta, for his minister. +And Bharat gazing, overcome +By sorrow for a while was dumb, +Then, yielding to his woe, he ran +To Rama and with sobs began: +“He who a royal seat should fill +With subjects round to do his will, +My elder brother,—see him here, +With silvan creatures waiting near. +The high-souled hero, wont to wear +The costliest robes exceeding fair, +Now banished, in a deerskin dress, +Here keeps the path of righteousness. +How brooks the son of Raghu now +The matted locks which load his brow, +Around whose princely head were twined +Sweet blossoms of the rarest kind? +The prince whose merits grew, acquired +[pg 210] +By rites performed as he desired, +Would now a store of merit gain +Bought by his body's toil and pain. +Those limbs to which pure sandal lent +The freshness of its fragrant scent, +Exposed to sun, and dust, and rain, +Are now defiled with many a stain. +And I the wretched cause why this +Falls on the prince whose right is bliss! +Ah me, that ever I was born +To be the people's hate and scorn!” +Thus Bharat cried: of anguish sprung, +Great drops upon his forehead hung. +He fell o'erpowered—his grief was such— +Ere he his brother's feet could touch. +As on the glorious prince he gazed +In vain his broken voice he raised: +“Dear lord”—through tears and sobbing came, +The only words his lips could frame. +And brave Śatrughna wept aloud, +As low at Rama's feet he bowed. +Then Rama, while his tears ran fast, +His arms around his brothers cast. +Guha, Sumantra came to meet +The princes in their wild retreat. +Vrihaspati and Śukra bright +Their greeting thus rejoice to pay +To the dear Lord who brings the night, +And the great God who rules the day. +Then wept the dwellers of the shade, +Whose eyes the princes, meet to ride +On mighty elephants, surveyed; +And cast all thought of joy aside. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_176.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_176.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ecf9d99cf7545fc1c6b670a69efcf6bcd130e3b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_176.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto CII. Bharat's Tidings. + +Then Rama gazed, and scarcely knew +Bharat so worn and changed in hue. +He raised him, kissed him on the head, +Embraced him, and thus kindly said: +“Where was thy father, brother dear, +That thou art come to seek me here? +Unmeet, if he be living yet, +Thy feet within the wood to set. +I pray thee now the cause declare +Why thou hast left the kingdom there, +With matted locks and deerskin dress +To roam the distant wilderness.” +Thus questioned by the prince, at length +Kaikeyí's son regained his strength, +And hand to hand in reverence laid, +To Rama thus his answer made: +“The great-armed monarch, O my lord, +Has dared to do a thing abhorred, +Left us, and grieving for his son, +A home among the Gods has won. +My mother Queen Kaikeyí gave +The order to the king her slave, +And at the bidding of the dame +He wrought the sin which mars his fame. +Athirst for sway, her hopes are crossed, +She mourns her son, her husband lost, +And through her impious crime will go +For punishment to hell below. +Now O my lord, forgive me all; +Be gracious to thy lowly thrall: +Anointed king, accept to-day +Like Indra's self, the royal sway. +Be gracious, Prince, to lord and peer, +And widowed queens who seek thee here +Accept the kingdom thine by right, +And so thy faithful friends delight. +Let the broad land no longer be +All widowed and forlorn of thee: +Let the full moon of autumn reign +Triumphant o'er the night again. +These lords and I before thee bend: +O Rama, to our prayer attend. +O do not thou this grace deny: +Thy brother, pupil, slave am I. +Look on this venerable ring, +Advisers of our sire the king, +From age to age so honoured: thou +Shouldst grant their supplication now.” +As weeping thus the hero prayed, +His head at Rama's feet he laid. +Like a mad elephant he sighed: +And Rama gazed and thus replied: +“How, brother, can a man of worth, +True to his vows, of noble birth— +A man like me, commit a sin +The lordship of the land to win? +No slightest shade of fault I see, +O tamer of thy foes, in thee. +But ne'er shouldst thou in childish thought +The queen thy mother blame in aught. +O brother wise and sinless, know +The sacred laws would have it so, +That from good wife and son require +Obedience to their lord and sire. +And we are all the king's, for thus +The virtuous ever reckon us: +Yea brother, be it known to thee, +His wives, and sons, and pupils we. +His is the right, if he deem fit, +To bid me, throned as monarch, sit, +Or in a coat of bark expel, +And deerskin, in the wood to dwell. +And O remember, best of all +Who act as claims of duty call, +As to a virtuous sire is due, +Such honour claims a mother too. +So they whose lives have ever been +By duty led, the king and queen, +Said, “Rama, seek the forest shade:” +And I (what could I else?) obeyed. +Thou must the royal power retain, +[pg 211] +And o'er the famed Ayodhya reign: +I dressed in bark my days will spend +Where Danḍak's forest wilds extend. +So Daśaratha spoke, our king, +His share to each apportioning +Before his honoured servants' eyes: +Then, heir of bliss, he sought the skies. +The righteous monarch's honoured will, +Whom all revered, must guide thee still, +And thou must still enjoy the share +Assigned thee by our father's care. +So I till twice seven years are spent +Will roam this wood in banishment, +Contented with the lot which he, +My high-souled sire, has given me. +The charge the monarch gave, endeared +To all mankind, by all revered, +Peer of the Lord Supreme, +Far better, richer far in gain +Of every blessing than to reign +O'er all the worlds I deem.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_177.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_177.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..60a3d240fdfdbf701c7ea2a569a83706c43aea6f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_177.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +Canto CIII. The Funeral Libation. + +He spoke: and Bharat thus replied: +“If, false to every claim beside, +I ne'er in kingly duties fail, +What will my royal life avail? +Still should the custom be observed, +From which our line has never swerved, +Which to the younger son ne'er gives +The kingdom while the elder lives. +Now to Ayodhya rich and fair +With me, O Raghu's son, repair, +And to protect and gladden all +Our house, thyself as king install. +A king the world's opinion deems +A man: to me a God he seems, +Whose life in virtuous thoughts and deeds +The lives of other men exceeds. +When I in distant Kekaya stayed, +And thou hadst sought the forest shade, +Our father died, the saints' delight, +So constant in each holy rite. +Scarce with thy wife and Lakshman thou +Hadst journeyed forth to keep the vow, +When mourning for his son, forspent, +To heavenly rest the monarch went. +Then up, O lord of men, away! +His funeral rites of water pay: +I and Śatrughna, ere we came, +Neglected not the sacred claim. +But in the spirit-world, they say, +That gift alone is fresh for aye +Which best beloved hands have poured; +And thou his dearest art, my lord. +For thee he longed, for thee he grieved, +His every thought on thee was bent, +And crushed by woe, of thee bereaved, +He thought of thee as hence he went.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_178.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_178.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2dd3a03a9f735c64bdbd758522a8565069ba1f44 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_178.txt @@ -0,0 +1,175 @@ +Canto CIV. The Meeting With The Queens. + +When Rama heard from Bharat each +Dark sorrow of his mournful speech, +And tidings of his father dead, +His spirits fell, his senses fled. +For the sad words his brother spoke +Struck on him like a thunder stroke, +Fierce as the bolt which Indra throws, +The victor of his Daitya foes. +Raising his arms in anguish, he, +As when the woodman hews a tree +With its fair flowery branches crowned, +Fainted and fell upon the ground. +Lord of the earth to earth he sank, +Helpless, as when a towering bank +With sudden ruin buries deep +An elephant who lay asleep. +Then swift his wife and brothers flew, +And water, weeping, o'er him threw. +As slowly sense and strength he gained, +Fast from his eyes the tears he rained, +And then in accents sad and weak +Kakutstha's son began to speak, +And mourning for the monarch dead, +With righteous words to Bharat said: +“What calls me home, when he, alas, +Has gone the way which all must pass? +Of him, the best of kings bereft +What guardian has Ayodhya left? +How may I please his spirit? how +Delight the high-souled monarch now, +Who wept for me and went above +By me ungraced with mourning love? +Ah, happy brothers! you have paid +Due offerings to his parting shade. +E'en when my banishment is o'er, +Back to my home I go no more, +To look upon the widowed state +Reft of her king, disconsolate. +E'en then, O tamer of the foe, +If to Ayodhya's town I go, +Who will direct me as of old, +Now other worlds our father hold? +From whom, my brother, shall I hear +Those words which ever charmed mine ear +And filled my bosom with delight +Whene'er he saw me act aright?” +Thus Rama spoke: then nearer came +And looking on his moonbright dame, +“Síta, the king is gone,” he said: +“And Lakshman, know thy sire is dead, +[pg 212] +And with the Gods on high enrolled: +This mournful news has Bharat told.” +He spoke: the noble youths with sighs +Rained down the torrents from their eyes. +And then the brothers of the chief +With words of comfort soothed his grief: +“Now to the king our sire who swayed +The earth be due libations paid.” +Soon as the monarch's fate she knew, +Sharp pangs of grief smote Síta through: +Nor could she look upon her lord +With eyes from which the torrents poured. +And Rama strove with tender care +To soothe the weeping dame's despair, +And then, with piercing woe distressed, +The mournful Lakshman thus addressed: +“Brother, I pray thee bring for me +The pressed fruit of the Ingudí, +And a bark mantle fresh and new, +That I may pay this offering due. +First of the three shall Síta go, +Next thou, and I the last: for so +Moves the funereal pomp of woe.”379 +Sumantra of the noble mind, +Gentle and modest, meek and kind, +Who, follower of each princely youth, +To Rama clung with constant truth, +Now with the royal brothers' aid +The grief of Rama soothed and stayed, +And lent his arm his lord to guide +Down to the river's holy side. +That lovely stream the heroes found, +With woods that ever blossomed crowned, +And there in bitter sorrow bent +Their footsteps down the fair descent. +Then where the stream that swiftly flowed +A pure pellucid shallow showed, +The funeral drops they duly shed, +And “Father, this be thine,” they said. +But he, the lord who ruled the land, +Filled from the stream his hollowed hand, +And turning to the southern side +Stretched out his arm and weeping cried: +“This sacred water clear and pure, +An offering which shall aye endure +To thee, O lord of kings, I give: +Accept it where the spirits live!” +Then, when the solemn rite was o'er, +Came Rama to the river shore, +And offered, with his brothers' aid, +Fresh tribute to his father's shade. +With jujube fruit he mixed the seed +Of Ingudís from moisture freed, +And placed it on a spot o'erspread +With sacred grass, and weeping said: +“Enjoy, great King, the cake which we +Thy children eat and offer thee! +For ne'er do blessed Gods refuse +To share the food which mortals use.” +Then Rama turned him to retrace +The path that brought him to the place, +And up the mountain's pleasant side +Where lovely lawns lay fair, he hied. +Soon as his cottage door he gained +His brothers to his breast he strained. +From them and Síta in their woes +So loud the cry of weeping rose, +That like the roar of lions round +The mountain rolled the echoing sound. +And Bharat's army shook with fear +The weeping of the chiefs to hear. +“Bharat,” the soldiers cried, “'tis plain, +His brother Rama meets again, +And with these cries that round us ring +They sorrow for their sire the king.” +Then leaving car and wain behind, +One eager thought in every mind, +Swift toward the weeping, every man, +As each could find a passage, ran. +Some thither bent their eager course +With car, and elephant, and horse, +And youthful captains on their feet +With longing sped their lord to meet, +As though the new-come prince had been +An exile for long years unseen. +Earth beaten in their frantic zeal +By clattering hoof and rumbling wheel, +Sent forth a deafening noise as loud +As heaven when black with many a cloud. +Then, with their consorts gathered near, +Wild elephants in sudden fear +Rushed to a distant wood, and shed +An odour round them as they fled. +And every silvan thing that dwelt +Within those shades the terror felt, +Deer, lion, tiger, boar and roe, +Bison, wild-cow, and buffalo. +And when the tumult wild they heard, +With trembling pinions flew each bird, +From tree, from thicket, and from lake, +Swan, koïl, curlew, crane, and drake. +With men the ground was overspread, +With startled birds the sky o'erhead. +Then on his sacrificial ground +The sinless, glorious chief was found. +Loading with curses deep and loud +The hump-back and the queen, the crowd +Whose cheeks were wet, whose eyes were dim, +In fond affection ran to him. +While the big tears their eyes bedewed, +He looked upon the multitude, +[pg 213] +And then as sire and mother do, +His arms about his loved ones threw. +Some to his feet with reverence pressed, +Some in his arms he strained: +Each friend, with kindly words addressed, +Due share of honour gained. +Then, by their mighty woe o'ercome, +The weeping heroes' cry +Filled, like the roar of many a drum, +Hill, cavern, earth, and sky. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_179.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_179.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2552230be1124ba158ee2d5dea77cb9aa77e71d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_179.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto CV. Rama's Speech. + +Vaśishṭha with his soul athirst +To look again on Rama, first +In line the royal widows placed, +And then the way behind them traced. +The ladies moving, faint and slow, +Saw the fair stream before them flow, +And by the bank their steps were led +Which the two brothers visited. +Kauśalya with her faded cheek +And weeping eyes began to speak, +And thus in mournful tones addressed +The queen Sumitra and the rest: +“See in the wood the bank's descent, +Which the two orphan youths frequent, +Whose noble spirits never fall, +Though woes surround them, reft of all. +Thy son with love that never tires +Draws water hence which mine requires. +This day, for lowly toil unfit, +His pious task thy son should quit.” +As on the long-eyed lady strayed, +On holy grass, whose points were laid +Directed to the southern sky, +The funeral offering met her eye. +When Rama's humble gift she spied +Thus to the queens Kauśalya cried: +“The gift of Rama's hand behold, +His tribute to the king high-souled, +Offered to him, as texts require, +Lord of Ikshvaku's line, his sire! +Not such I deem the funeral food +Of kings with godlike might endued. +Can he who knew all pleasures, he +Who ruled the earth from sea to sea, +The mighty lord of monarchs, feed +On Ingudí's extracted seed? +In all the world there cannot be +A woe, I ween, more sad to see, +Than that my glorious son should make +His funeral gift of such a cake. +The ancient text I oft have heard +This day is true in every word: +“Ne'er do the blessed Gods refuse +To eat the food their children use.’ ” +The ladies soothed the weeping dame: +To Rama's hermitage they came, +And there the hero met their eyes +Like a God fallen from the skies. +Him joyless, reft of all, they viewed, +And tears their mournful eyes bedewed. +The truthful hero left his seat, +And clasped the ladies' lotus feet, +And they with soft hands brushed away +The dust that on his shoulders lay. +Then Lakshman, when he saw each queen +With weeping eyes and troubled mien, +Near to the royal ladies drew +And paid them gentle reverence too. +He, Daśaratha's offspring, signed +The heir of bliss by Fortune kind, +Received from every dame no less +Each mark of love and tenderness. +And Síta came and bent before +The widows, while her eyes ran o'er, +And pressed their feet with many a tear. +They when they saw the lady dear +Pale, worn with dwelling in the wild, +Embraced her as a darling child: +“Daughter of royal Janak, bride +Of Daśaratha's son,” they cried, +“How couldst thou, offspring of a king, +Endure this woe and suffering +In the wild forest? When I trace +Each sign of trouble on thy face— +That lotus which the sun has dried, +That lily by the tempest tried, +That gold whereon the dust is spread, +That moon whence all the light is fled— +Sorrow assails my heart, alas! +As fire consumes the wood and grass.” +Then Rama, as she spoke distressed, +The feet of Saint Vaśishṭha pressed, +Touched them with reverential love, +Then near him took his seat: +Thus Indra clasps in realms above +The Heavenly Teacher's380 feet. +Then with each counsellor and peer, +Bharat of duteous mind, +With citizens and captains near, +Sat humbly down behind. +When with his hands to him upraised, +In devotee's attire, +Bharat upon his brother gazed +Whose glory shone like fire, +As when the pure Mahendra bends +To the great Lord of Life, +Among his noble crowd of friends +This anxious thought was rife: +“What words to Raghu's son to-day +Will royal Bharat speak, +Whose heart has been so prompt to pay +Obeisance fond and meek?” +Then steadfast Rama, Lakshman wise, +Bharat for truth renowned, +[pg 214] +Shone like three fires that heavenward rise +With holy priests around. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_18.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_18.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9666ec919c1da4cc028036843ec115378230ac77 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_18.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XIX. The Birth Of The Princes. + +The monarch called a Brahman near +And said, “Now speed away +To Kaśyap's son,127 the mighty seer, +And with all reverence say +The holy child he holds so dear, +The hermit of the noble mind, +Whose equal it were hard to find, +Returned, is dwelling here. +Go, and instead of me do thou +Before that best of hermits bow, +That still he may, for his dear son, +Show me the favour I have won.” +Soon as the king these words had said, +To Kaśyap's son the Brahman sped. +Before the hermit low he bent +And did obeisance, reverent; +Then with meek words his grace to crave +The message of his lord he gave: +“The high-souled father of his bride +Had called thy son his rites to guide: +Those rites are o'er, the steed is slain; +Thy noble child is come again.” +Soon as the saint that speech had heard +His spirit with desire was stirred +To seek the city of the king +And to his cot his son to bring. +[pg 031] +With young disciples at his side +Forth on his way the hermit hied, +While peasants from their hamlets ran +To reverence the holy man. +Each with his little gift of food, +Forth came the village multitude, +And, as they humbly bowed the head, +“What may we do for thee?” they said. +Then he, of Brahmans first and best, +The gathered people thus addressed: +“Now tell me for I fain would know, +Why is it I am honoured so?” +They to the high-souled saint replied: +“Our ruler is with thee allied. +Our master's order we fulfil; +O Brahman, let thy mind be still.” +With joy the saintly hermit heard +Each pleasant and delightful word, +And poured a benediction down +On king and ministers and town. +Glad at the words of that high saint +Some servants hastened to acquaint +Their king, rejoicing to impart +The tidings that would cheer his heart. +Soon as the joyful tale he knew +To meet the saint the monarch flew, +The guest-gift in his hand he brought, +And bowed before him and besought: +“This day by seeing thee I gain +Not to have lived my life in vain, +Now be not wroth with me, I pray, +“Because I wiled thy son away.128 +The best of Brahmans answer made: +“Be not, great lord of kings, afraid. +Thy virtues have not failed to win +My favour, O thou pure of sin.” +Then in the front the saint was placed, +The king came next in joyous haste, +And with him entered his abode, +Mid glad acclaim as on they rode. +To greet the sage the reverent crowd +Raised suppliant hands and humbly bowed. +Then from the palace many a dame +Following well-dressed Śanta came, +Stood by the mighty saint and cried: +“See, honour's source, thy son's dear bride.” +The saint, who every virtue knew, +His arms around his daughter threw, +And with a father's rapture pressed +The lady to his wondering breast. +Arising from the saint's embrace +She bowed her low before his face, +And then, with palm to palm applied, +Stood by her hermit father's side. +He for his son, as laws ordain, +Performed the rite that frees from stain,129 +And, honoured by the wise and good, +With him departed to the wood. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_180.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_180.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8fbc57eb5606580e3e74f301c57b5db94b242f29 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_180.txt @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ +Canto CVI. Bharat's Speech. + +A while they sat, each lip compressed, +Then Bharat thus his chief addressed: +“My mother here was made content; +To me was given the government. +This now, my lord, I yield to thee: +Enjoy it, from all trouble free. +Like a great bridge the floods have rent, +Impetuous in their wild descent, +All other hands but thine in vain +Would strive the burthen to maintain. +In vain the ass with steeds would vie, +With Tarkshya,381 birds that wing the sky; +So, lord of men, my power is slight +To rival thine imperial might. +Great joys his happy days attend +On whom the hopes of men depend, +But wretched is the life he leads +Who still the aid of others needs. +And if the seed a man has sown, +With care and kindly nurture grown, +Rear its huge trunk and spring in time +Too bulky for a dwarf to climb, +Yet, with perpetual blossom gay, +No fruit upon its boughs display, +Ne'er can that tree, thus nursed in vain, +Approval of the virtuous gain. +The simile is meant to be +Applied, O mighty-armed, to thee, +Because, our lord and leader, thou +Protectest not thy people now. +O, be the longing wish fulfilled +Of every chief of house and guild, +To see again their sun-bright lord +Victorious to his realm restored! +As thou returnest through the crowd +Let roars of elephants be loud. +And each fair woman lift her voice +And in her new-found king rejoice.” +The people all with longing moved, +The words that Bharat spoke approved, +And crowding near to Rama pressed +The hero with the same request. +The steadfast Rama, when he viewed +His glorious brother's mournful mood, +With each ambitious thought controlled, +Thus the lamenting prince consoled: +“I cannot do the things I will, +For Rama is but mortal still. +Fate with supreme, resistless law +This way and that its slave will draw, +All gathered heaps must waste away, +All lofty lore and powers decay. +Death is the end of life, and all, +Now firmly joined, apart must fall. +One fear the ripened fruit must know, +To fall upon the earth below; +So every man who draws his breath +Must fear inevitable death. +The pillared mansion, high, compact, +Must fall by Time's strong hand attacked; +So mortal men, the gradual prey +Of old and ruthless death, decay. +The night that flies no more returns: +Yamuna for the Ocean yearns: +Swift her impetuous waters flee, +But roll not backward from the sea. +The days and nights pass swiftly by +And steal our moments as they fly, +E'en as the sun's unpitying rays +Drink up the floods in summer blaze. +Then for thyself lament and leave +For death of other men to grieve, +For if thou go or if thou stay, +Thy life is shorter day by day. +Death travels with us; death attends +Our steps until our journey ends, +Death, when the traveller wins the goal, +Returns with the returning soul. +The flowing hair grows white and thin, +And wrinkles mark the altered skin. +The ills of age man's strength assail: +Ah, what can mortal power avail? +Men joy to see the sun arise, +They watch him set with joyful eyes: +But ne'er reflect, too blind to see, +How fast their own brief moments flee. +With lovely change for ever new +The seasons' sweet return they view, +Nor think with heedless hearts the while +That lives decay as seasons smile. +As haply on the boundless main +Meet drifting logs and part again, +So wives and children, friends and gold, +Ours for a little time we hold: +Soon by resistless laws of fate +To meet no more we separate. +In all this changing world not one +The common lot of all can shun: +Then why with useless tears deplore +The dead whom tears can bring no more? +As one might stand upon the way +And to a troop of travellers say: +“If ye allow it, sirs, I too +Will travel on the road with you:” +So why should mortal man lament +When on that path his feet are bent +Which all men living needs must tread, +Where sire and ancestors have led? +Life flies as torrents downward fall +Speeding away without recall, +So virtue should our thoughts engage, +For bliss382 is mortals' heritage. +[pg 215] +By ceaseless care and earnest zeal +For servants and for people's weal, +By gifts, by duty nobly done, +Our glorious sire the skies has won. +Our lord the king, o'er earth who reigned, +A blissful home in heaven has gained +By wealth in ample largess spent, +And many a rite magnificent: +With constant joy from first to last +A long and noble life he passed, +Praised by the good, no tears should dim +Our eyes, O brother dear, for him. +His human body, worn and tried +By length of days, he cast aside, +And gained the godlike bliss to stray +In Brahma's heavenly home for aye. +For such the wise as we are, deep +In Veda lore, should never weep. +Those who are firm and ever wise +Spurn vain lament and idle sighs. +Be self-possessed: thy grief restrain: +Go, in that city dwell again. +Return, O best of men, and be +Obedient to our sire's decree, +While I with every care fulfil +Our holy father's righteous will, +Observing in the lonely wood +His charge approved by all the good.” +Thus Rama of the lofty mind +To Bharat spoke his righteous speech, +By every argument designed +Obedience to his sire to teach. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_181.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_181.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e2a0aed6205176f074e75311a0476172aaad3661 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_181.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto CVII. Rama's Speech. + +Good Bharat, by the river side, +To virtuous Rama's speech replied, +And thus with varied lore addressed +The prince, while nobles round him pressed: +“In all this world whom e'er can we +Find equal, scourge of foes, to thee? +No ill upon thy bosom weighs, +No thoughts of joy thy spirit raise. +Approved art thou of sages old, +To whom thy doubts are ever told. +Alike in death and life, to thee +The same to be and not to be. +The man who such a soul can gain +Can ne'er be crushed by woe or pain. +Pure as the Gods, high-minded, wise, +Concealed from thee no secret lies. +Such glorious gifts are all thine own, +And birth and death to thee are known, +That ill can ne'er thy soul depress +With all-subduing bitterness. +O let my prayer, dear brother, win +Thy pardon for my mother's sin. +Wrought for my sake who willed it not +When absent in a distant spot. +Duty alone with binding chains +The vengeance due to crime restrains, +Or on the sinner I should lift +My hand in retribution swift. +Can I who know the right, and spring +From Daśaratha, purest king— +Can I commit a heinous crime, +Abhorred by all through endless time? +The aged king I dare not blame, +Who died so rich in holy fame, +My honoured sire, my parted lord, +E'en as a present God adored. +Yet who in lore of duty skilled +So foul a crime has ever willed, +And dared defy both gain and right +To gratify a woman's spite? +When death draws near, so people say, +The sense of creatures dies away; +And he has proved the ancient saw +By acting thus in spite of law. +But O my honoured lord, be kind, +Dismiss the trespass from thy mind, +The sin the king committed, led +By haste, his consort's wrath, and dread. +For he who veils his sire's offence +With tender care and reverence— +His sons approved by all shall live: +Not so their fate who ne'er forgive. +Be thou, my lord, the noble son, +And the vile deed my sire has done, +Abhorred by all the virtuous, ne'er +Resent, lest thou the guilt too share. +Preserve us, for on thee we call, +Our sire, Kaikeyí, me and all +Thy citizens, thy kith and kin; +Preserve us and reverse the sin. +To live in woods a devotee +Can scarce with royal tasks agree, +Nor can the hermit's matted hair +Suit fitly with a ruler's care. +Do not, my brother, do not still +Pursue this life that suits thee ill. +Mid duties of a king we count +His consecration paramount, +That he with ready heart and hand +May keep his people and his land. +What Warrior born to royal sway +From certain good would turn away, +A doubtful duty to pursue, +That mocks him with the distant view? +Thou wouldst to duty cleave, and gain +The meed that follows toil and pain. +In thy great task no labour spare: +Rule the four castes with justest care. +Mid all the four, the wise prefer +The order of the householder:383 +[pg 216] +Canst thou, whose thoughts to duty cleave, +The best of all the orders leave? +My better thou in lore divine, +My birth, my sense must yield to thine: +While thou, my lord, art here to reign, +How shall my hands the rule maintain? +O faithful lover of the right, +Take with thy friends the royal might, +Let thy sires' realm, from trouble free, +Obey her rightful king in thee. +Here let the priests and lords of state +Our monarch duly consecrate, +With prayer and holy verses blessed +By saint Vaśishṭha and the rest. +Anointed king by us, again +Seek fair Ayodhya, there to reign, +And like imperial Indra girt +By Gods of Storm, thy might assert. +From the three debts384 acquittance earn, +And with thy wrath the wicked burn, +O'er all of us thy rule extend, +And cheer with boons each faithful friend. +Let thine enthronement, lord, this day +Make all thy lovers glad and gay, +And let all those who hate thee flee +To the ten winds for fear of thee. +Dear lord, my mother's words of hate +With thy sweet virtues expiate, +And from the stain of folly clear +The father whom we both revere. +Brother, to me compassion show, +I pray thee with my head bent low, +And to these friends who on thee call,— +As the Great Father pities all. +But if my tears and prayers be vain, +And thou in woods wilt still remain, +I will with thee my path pursue +And make my home in forests too.” +Thus Bharat strove to bend his will +With suppliant head, but he, +Earth's lord, inexorable still +Would keep his sire's decree. +The firmness of the noble chief +The wondering people moved, +And rapture mingling with their grief, +All wept and all approved. +“How firm his steadfast will,” they cried, +“Who Keeps his promise thus! +Ah, to Ayodhya's town,” they sighed, +“He comes not back with us.” +The holy priest, the swains who tilled +The earth, the sons of trade, +And e'en the mournful queens were filled +With joy as Bharat prayed, +And bent their heads, then weeping stilled +A while, his prayer to aid. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_182.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_182.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..022eab08f353777dad14a73546666927554e441f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_182.txt @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +Canto CVIII. Javali's Speech. + +Thus, by his friends encompassed round, +He spoke, and Rama, far renowned, +To his dear brother thus replied, +Whom holy rites had purified: +“O thou whom Queen Kaikeyí bare +The best of kings, thy words are fair, +Our royal father, when of yore +He wed her, to her father swore +The best of kingdoms to confer, +A noble dowry meet for her; +Then, grateful, on the deadly day +Of heavenly Gods' and demons' fray, +A future boon on her bestowed +To whose sweet care his life he owed. +She to his mind that promise brought, +And then the best of kings besought +To bid me to the forest flee, +And give the rule, O Prince, to thee. +Thus bound by oath, the king our lord +Gave her those boons of free accord, +And bade me, O thou chief of men, +Live in the woods four years and ten. +I to this lonely wood have hied +With faithful Lakshman by my side, +And Síta by no tears deterred, +Resolved to keep my father's word. +And thou, my noble brother, too +Shouldst keep our father's promise true: +Anointed ruler of the state +Maintain his word inviolate. +From his great debt, dear brother, free +Our lord the king for love of me, +Thy mother's breast with joy inspire, +And from all woe preserve thy sire. +'Tis said, near Gaya's holy town385 +Gaya, great saint of high renown, +This text recited when he paid +Due rites to each ancestral shade: +“A son is born his sire to free +From Put's infernal pains: +Hence, saviour of his father, he +The name of Puttra gains.”386 +Thus numerous sons are sought by prayer, +In Scripture trained with graces fair, +[pg 217] +That of the number one some day +May funeral rites at Gaya pay. +The mighty saints who lived of old +This holy doctrine ever hold. +Then, best of men, our sire release +From pains of hell, and give him peace. +Now Bharat, to Ayodhya speed, +The brave Śatrughna with thee lead, +Take with thee all the twice-born men, +And please each lord and citizen. +I now, O King, without delay +To Danḍak wood will bend my way, +And Lakshman and the Maithil dame +Will follow still, our path the same. +Now, Bharat, lord of men be thou, +And o'er Ayodhya reign: +The silvan world to me shall bow, +King of the wild domain. +Yea, let thy joyful steps be bent +To that fair town to-day, +And I as happy and content, +To Danḍak wood will stray. +The white umbrella o'er thy brow +Its cooling shade shall throw: +I to the shadow of the bough +And leafy trees will go. +Śatrughna, for wise plans renowned, +Shall still on thee attend; +And Lakshman, ever faithful found, +Be my familiar friend. +Let us his sons, O brother dear, +The path of right pursue, +And keep the king we all revere +Still to his promise true.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_183.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_183.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..46dbcfbe892175b2240fd4984505594748dd32c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_183.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Canto CIX. The Praises Of Truth. + +Thus Rama soothed his brother's grief: +Then virtuous Javali, chief +Of twice-born sages, thus replied +In words that virtue's law defied: +“Hail, Raghu's princely son, dismiss +A thought so weak and vain as this. +Canst thou, with lofty heart endowed, +Think with the dull ignoble crowd? +For what are ties of kindred? can +One profit by a brother man? +Alone the babe first opes his eyes, +And all alone at last he dies. +The man, I ween, has little sense +Who looks with foolish reverence +On father's or on mother's name: +In others, none a right may claim. +E'en as a man may leave his home +And to a distant village roam, +Then from his lodging turn away +And journey on the following day, +Such brief possession mortals hold +In sire and mother, house and gold, +And never will the good and wise +The brief uncertain lodging prize. +Nor, best of men, shouldst thou disown +Thy sire's hereditary throne, +And tread the rough and stony ground +Where hardship, danger, woes abound. +Come, let Ayodhya rich and bright +See thee enthroned with every rite: +Her tresses bound in single braid387 +She waits thy coming long delayed. +O come, thou royal Prince, and share +The kingly joys that wait thee there, +And live in bliss transcending price +As Indra lives in Paradise. +The parted king is naught to thee, +Nor right in living man has he: +The king is one, thou, Prince of men, +Another art: be counselled then. +Thy royal sire, O chief, has sped +On the long path we all must tread. +The common lot of all is this, +And thou in vain art robbed of bliss. +For those—and only those—I weep +Who to the path of duty keep; +For here they suffer ceaseless woe, +And dying to destruction go. +With pious care, each solemn day, +Will men their funeral offerings pay: +See, how the useful food they waste: +He who is dead no more can taste. +If one is fed, his strength renewed +Whene'er his brother takes his food, +Then offerings to the parted pay: +Scarce will they serve him on his way. +By crafty knaves these rules were framed, +And to enforce men's gifts proclaimed: +“Give, worship, lead a life austere, +Keep lustral rites, quit pleasures here.” +There is no future life: be wise, +And do, O Prince, as I advise. +Enjoy, my lord, the present bliss, +And things unseen from thought dismiss. +Let this advice thy bosom move, +The counsel sage which all approve; +To Bharat's earnest prayer incline, +And take the rule so justly thine.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_184.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_184.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..41642d621ccaf75aa0fc39a43b89cdaf7980fdd9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_184.txt @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +Canto CX. The Sons Of Ikshvaku.389 + +By sage Javali thus addressed, +Rama of truthful hearts the best, +[pg 218] +With perfect skill and wisdom high +Thus to his speech made fit reply: +“Thy words that tempt to bliss are fair, +But virtue's garb they falsely wear. +For he from duty's path who strays +To wander in forbidden ways, +Allured by doctrine false and vain, +Praise from the good can never gain. +Their lives the true and boaster show, +Pure and impure, and high and low, +Else were no mark to judge between +Stainless and stained and high and mean; +They to whose lot fair signs may fall +Were but as they who lack them all, +And those to virtuous thoughts inclined +Were but as men of evil mind. +If in the sacred name of right +I do this wrong in duty's spite; +The path of virtue meanly quit, +And this polluting sin commit, +What man who marks the bounds between +Virtue and vice with insight keen, +Would rank me high in after time +Stained with this soul destroying crime? +Whither could I, the sinner, turn, +How hope a seat in heaven to earn, +If I my plighted promise break, +And thus the righteous path forsake? +This world of ours is ever led +To walk the ways which others tread, +And as their princes they behold, +The subjects too their lives will mould. +That truth and mercy still must be +Beloved of kings, is Heaven's decree. +Upheld by truth the monarch reigns, +And truth the very world sustains. +Truth evermore has been the love +Of holy saints and Gods above, +And he whose lips are truthful here +Wins after death the highest sphere. +As from a serpent's deadly tooth, +We shrink from him who scorns the truth. +For holy truth is root and spring +Of justice and each holy thing, +A might that every power transcends, +Linked to high bliss that never ends. +Truth is all virtue's surest base, +Supreme in worth and first in place. +Oblations, gifts men offer here, +Vows, sacrifice, and rites austere, +And Holy Writ, on truth depend: +So men must still that truth defend. +Truth, only truth protects the land, +By truth unharmed our houses stand; +Neglect of truth makes men distressed, +And truth in highest heaven is blessed. +Then how can I, rebellious, break +Commandments which my father spake— +I ever true and faithful found, +And by my word of honour bound? +My father's bridge of truth shall stand +Unharmed by my destructive hand: +Not folly, ignorance, or greed +My darkened soul shall thus mislead. +Have we not heard that God and shade +Turn from the hated offerings paid +By him whose false and fickle mind +No pledge can hold, no promise bind? +Truth is all duty: as the soul, +It quickens and supports the whole. +The good respect this duty: hence +Its sacred claims I reverence. +The Warrior's duty I despise +That seeks the wrong in virtue's guise: +Those claims I shrink from, which the base, +Cruel, and covetous embrace. +The heart conceives the guilty thought, +Then by the hand the sin is wrought, +And with the pair is leagued a third, +The tongue that speaks the lying word. +Fortune and land and name and fame +To man's best care have right and claim; +The good will aye to truth adhere, +And its high laws must men revere. +Base were the deed thy lips would teach, +Approved as best by subtle speech. +Shall I my plighted promise break, +That I these woods my home would make? +Shall I, as Bharat's words advise, +My father's solemn charge despise? +Firm stands the oath which then before +My father's face I soothly swore, +Which Queen Kaikeyí's anxious ear +Rejoiced with highest joy to hear. +Still in the wood will I remain, +With food prescribed my life sustain, +And please with fruit and roots and flowers +Ancestral shades and heavenly powers. +Here every sense contented, still +Heeding the bounds of good and ill, +My settled course will I pursue, +Firm in my faith and ever true. +Here in this wild and far retreat +Will I my noble task complete; +And Fire and Wind and Moon shall be +Partakers of its fruit with me. +A hundred offerings duly wrought +His rank o'er Gods for Indra bought, +And mighty saints their heaven secured +By torturing years on earth endured.” +That scoffing plea the hero spurned, +And thus he spake once more, +Chiding, the while his bosom burned, +Javali's impious lore: +“Justice, and courage ne'er dismayed, +Pity for all distressed, +Truth, loving honour duly paid +To Brahman, God, and guest— +In these, the true and virtuous say, +Should lives of men be passed: +They form the right and happy way +That leads to heaven at last. +[pg 219] +My father's thoughtless act I chide +That gave thee honoured place, +Whose soul, from virtue turned aside, +Is faithless, dark, and base. +We rank the Buddhist with the thief,388 +And all the impious crew +Who share his sinful disbelief, +And hate the right and true. +Hence never should wise kings who seek +To rule their people well, +Admit, before their face to speak, +The cursed infidel. +But twice-born men in days gone by, +Of other sort than thou, +Have wrought good deeds, whose glories high +Are fresh among us now: +This world they conquered, nor in vain +They strove to win the skies: +The twice-born hence pure lives maintain, +And fires of worship rise. +Those who in virtue's path delight, +And with the virtuous live,— +Whose flames of holy zeal are bright, +Whose hands are swift to give, +Who injure none, and good and mild +In every grace excel, +Whose lives by sin are undefiled, +We love and honour well.” +Thus Rama spoke in righteous rage +Javali's speech to chide, +When thus again the virtuous sage +In truthful words replied: +“The atheist's lore I use no more, +Not mine his impious creed: +His words and doctrine I abhor, +Assumed at time of need. +E'en as I rose to speak with thee, +The fit occasion came +That bade me use the atheist's plea +To turn thee from thine aim. +The atheist creed I disavow, +Unsay the words of sin, +And use the faithful's language now +Thy favour, Prince, to win.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_185.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_185.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f54c648e97a10c03678368c5da90f6bd2c0c9f4c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_185.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto CXI. Counsel To Bharat. + +Then spake Vaśishṭha who perceived +That Rama's soul was wroth and grieved: +“Well knows the sage Javali all +The changes that the world befall; +And but to lead thee to revoke +Thy purpose were the words he spoke. +Lord of the world, now hear from me +How first this world began to be. +First water was, and naught beside; +There earth was formed that stretches wide. +Then with the Gods from out the same +The Self-existent Brahma came. +Then Brahma390 in a boar's disguise +Bade from the deep this earth arise; +Then, with his sons of tranquil soul, +He made the world and framed the whole. +From subtlest ether Brahma rose: +No end, no loss, no change he knows. +A son had he, Maríchi styled, +And Kaśyap was Maríchi's child. +From him Vivasvat sprang: from him +Manu, whose fame shall ne'er be dim. +Manu, who life to mortals gave, +Begot Ikshvaku good and brave: +First of Ayodhya's kings was he, +Pride of her famous dynasty. +From him the glorious Kukshi sprang, +Whose fame through all the regions rang. +Rival of Kukshi's ancient fame, +His heir the great Vikukshi came. +His son was Vana, lord of might, +His Anaranya, strong in fight. +No famine marred his blissful reign, +No drought destroyed the kindly grain; +Amid the sons of virtue chief, +His happy realm ne'er held a thief, +His son was Prithu, glorious name, +From him the wise Triśanku came: +Embodied to the skies he went +For love of truth preëminent. +He left a son renowned afar, +Known by the name of Dhundhumar. +His son succeeding bore the name +Of Yuvanaśva dear to fame. +He passed away. Him followed then +His son Mandhata, king of men. +His son was blest in high emprise, +Susandhi, fortunate and wise. +Two noble sons had he, to wit +Dhruvasandhi and Prasenajit. +Bharat was Dhruvasandhi's son: +His glorious arm the conquest won, +Against his son King Asit, rose +In fierce array his royal foes, +Haihayas, Talajanghas styled, +And Śaśivindhus fierce and wild. +[pg 220] +Long time he strove, but forced to yield +Fled from his kingdom and the field. +The wives he left had both conceived— +So is the ancient tale believed:— +One, of her rival's hopes afraid, +Fell poison in the viands laid. +It chanced that Chyavan, Bhrigu's child, +Had wandered to the pathless wild +Where proud Himalaya's lovely height +Detained him with a strange delight. +Then came the other widowed queen +With lotus eyes and beauteous mien, +Longing a noble son to bear, +And wooed the saint with earnest prayer. +When thus Kalindí, fairest dame +With reverent supplication came, +To her the holy sage replied: +“O royal lady, from thy side +A glorious son shall spring ere long, +Righteous and true and brave and strong; +He, scourge of foes and lofty-souled, +His ancient race shall still uphold.” +Then round the sage the lady went, +And bade farewell, most reverent. +Back to her home she turned once more, +And there her promised son she bore. +Because her rival mixed the bane +To render her conception vain, +And her unripened fruit destroy, +Sagar she called her rescued boy.391 +He, when he paid that solemn rite,392 +Filled living creatures with affright: +Obedient to his high decree +His countless sons dug out the sea. +Prince Asamanj was Sagar's child: +But him with cruel sin defiled +And loaded with the people's hate +His father banished from the state. +To Asamanj his consort bare +Bright Anśuman his valiant heir. +Anśuman's son, Dilípa famed, +Begot a son Bhagírath named. +From him renowned Kakutstha came: +Thou bearest still the lineal name. +Kakutstha's son was Raghu: thou +Art styled the son of Raghu now. +From him came Purushadak bold, +Fierce hero of gigantic mould: +Kalmashapada's name he bore, +Because his feet were spotted o'er. +Śankhan his son, to manhood grown, +Died sadly with his host o'erthrown, +But ere he perished sprang from him +Sudarśan fair in face and limb. +From beautiful Sudarśan came +Prince Agnivarna, bright as flame. +His son was Śíghraga, for speed +Unmatched; and Maru was his seed. +Prasusruka was Maru's child: +His son was Ambarísha styled. +Nahush was Ambarísha's heir +With hand to strike and heart to dare. +His son was good Nabhag, from youth +Renowned for piety and truth. +From great Nabhag sprang children two +Aja and Suvrat pure and true. +From Aja Daśaratha came, +Whose virtuous life was free from blame. +His eldest son art thou: his throne, +O famous Rama, is thine own. +Accept the sway so justly thine, +And view the world with eyes benign. +For ever in Ikshvaku's race +The eldest takes his father's place, +And while he lives no son beside +As lord and king is sanctified. +The rule by Raghu's children kept +Thou must not spurn to-day. +This realm of peerless wealth accept, +And like thy father sway.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_186.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_186.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0891e739a7fd530042eaf997128c7762cd095e5f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_186.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +Canto CXII. The Sandals. + +Thus said Vaśishṭha, and again +To Rama spake in duteous strain: +“All men the light of life who see +With high respect should look on three: +High honour ne'er must be denied +To father, mother, holy guide. +First to their sires their birth they owe, +Nursed with maternal love they grow: +Their holy guides fair knowledge teach: +So men should love and honour each. +Thy sire and thou have learned of me, +The sacred guide of him and thee, +And if my word thou wilt obey +Thou still wilt keep the virtuous way. +See, with the chiefs of every guild +And all thy friends, this place is filled: +All these, as duty bids, protect; +So still the righteous path respect. +O, for thine aged mother feel, +Nor spurn the virtuous dame's appeal: +Obey, O Prince, thy mother dear, +And still to virtue's path adhere. +Yield thou to Bharat's fond request, +With earnest supplication pressed, +So wilt thou to thyself be true, +And faith and duty still pursue.” +Thus by his saintly guide addressed +With pleas in sweetest tones expressed, +The lord of men in turn replied +To wise Vaśishṭha by his side: +“The fondest son's observance ne'er +Repays the sire and mother's care: +[pg 221] +The constant love that food provides, +And dress, and every need besides: +Their pleasant words still soft and mild, +Their nurture of the helpless child: +The words which Daśaratha spake, +My king and sire, I ne'er will break.” +Then Bharat of the ample chest +The wise Sumantra thus addressed; +“Bring sacred grass, O charioteer, +And strew it on the level here. +For I will sit and watch his face +Until I win my brother's grace. +Like a robbed Brahman will I lie,393 +Nor taste of food nor turn my eye, +In front of Rama's leafy cot, +And till he yield will leave him not.” +When Bharat saw Sumantra's eye +Looked up to Rama for reply, +The Prince himself in eager haste +The sacred grass in order placed. +Him great and mighty Rama, best +Of royal saints, in turn addressed: +“What, Bharat, have I done, that thou +Besiegest me,394 a suppliant now? +Thus streched, to force redress for wrongs +To men of Brahman birth belongs, +Not those upon whose kingly head +The consecrating drops are shed. +Up, lord of men! arise, and quit +This fearful vow for thee unfit. +Go, brother, seek Ayodhya's town, +Fair city of supreme renown.” +But Bharat, as his seat he took, +Cast all around an eager look: +“O people, join your prayers with mine, +And so his stubborn heart incline.” +And all the people answered thus: +“Full well is Rama known to us. +Right is the word he speaks and he +Is faithful to his sire's decree: +Nor can we rashly venture now +To turn him from his purposed vow.” +Then Rama spoke: “O Bharat, heed +Thy virtuous friends, and mark their rede. +Mark well what I and these advise, +And duty view with clearer eyes. +Thy hand on mine, O hero, place, +Touch water, and thy sin efface.” +Then Bharat rose: his hand he dipped, +And purifying water sipped: +“Each citizen,” he cried, “give ear, +Attend, each counsellor and peer. +My mother planned, by me untaught, +To win the sway I never sought: +Ne'er Raghu's son could I despise, +In duty's lore supremely wise. +Now if obedience to our sire +This dwelling in the woods require, +I, till the destined years be spent, +Will dwell alone in banishment.” +The virtuous Rama, wonder-stirred, +The faithful speech of Bharat heard, +And thus the hero's feelings found +Due utterance, as he gazed around: +“Still to my father's word I hold, +Whate'er he bought, or pledged, or sold: +Ne'er shall his living promise be +Annulled by Bharat or by me. +Not thus my task will I evade, +My exile on another laid: +Most wise was Queen Kaikeyí's rede, +And just and good my father's deed. +Dear Bharat's patient soul I know, +How reverence due he loves to show; +In him, high-souled and faithful found, +Must each auspicious grace abound. +When from the woods I turn again +I with his aid shall nobly reign, +With one so good, of peerless worth, +A glorious lord of happy earth. +Her boon Kaikeyí sought and won. +I, as my father swore, have done: +And O, do thou, my brother dear, +The monarch's name from falsehood clear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_187.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_187.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..831792ed3a2022071d30913d60117da01b146f79 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_187.txt @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +Canto CXIII. Bharat's Return. + +High wonder mingled with delight +Took the great sages at the sight, +Thrilling their breasts who came to view +The meeting of the peerless two. +The saints and sages' holy train +Departed to their home again. +And high each holy voice was raised, +And thus the glorious brothers praised. +“High fate is his, the sire of two +Most virtuous souls, so brave and true: +With wonder and with joy intense +Our ears have heard their conference.” +Then the great sages, longing all +To see the ten-necked tyrant395 fall, +To Bharat, bravest of the brave, +Their salutary counsel gave: +“O thou of lofty lineage born, +Whom wisdom, conduct, fame adorn, +Thou for thy honoured father's sake +Shouldst Rama's righteous counsel take. +[pg 222] +All debts to Queen Kaikeyí paid, +Thy sire his home in heaven has made, +So virtuous Rama we would see +From filial obligation free.” +Thus gave each royal sage advice, +High saint, and bard of Paradise; +Then quickly vanishing from view +Each to his proper home withdrew. +Then Rama's face his rapture showed, +And his full heart with joy o'erflowed, +While, as the sages parted thence, +He paid his humble reverence. +Then Bharat shook in every limb +As suppliant thus he spake to him: +“The duty of a king respect, +Held by our race in high respect: +And O, thy gracious ear incline +To heed my mother's prayer and mine. +The mighty realm to rule and guard +For me alone is task too hard. +No power have I the love to gain +Of noble, citizen, and swain. +All those who know thee, warrior, friend, +On thee their eager glances bend, +As labouring hinds who till the plain +Look fondly for the Lord of Rain. +O wisest Prince, thy realm secure, +And make its firm foundations sure. +Kakutstha's son, thy mighty arm +Can keep the nation free from harm.” +He spoke, and fell in sorrow drowned +At Rama's feet upon the ground, +And there the hero sued and sighed, +And “Hear me, Raghu's son,” he cried. +Then Rama raised him up, and pressed +His brother to his loving breast, +And sweetly as a wild swan cried +To Bharat dark and lotus-eyed: +“So just and true thy generous soul, +Thy hand may well this earth control: +But many a sage his aid will lend, +With counsellor, and peer, and friend: +With these advise: their counsel ask, +And so perform thy arduous task. +The moon his beauty may forgo, +The cold forsake the Hills of Snow, +And Ocean o'er his banks may sweep, +But I my father's word will keep. +Now whether love of thee or greed +Thy mother led to plan the deed, +Forth from thy breast the memory throw, +And filial love and reverence show.” +Thus spake Kauśalya's son: again +Bharat replied in humble strain +To him who matched the sun in might +And lovely as the young moon's light: +“Put, noble brother, I entreat, +These sandals on thy blessed feet: +These, lord of men, with gold bedecked, +The realm and people will protect.” +Then Rama, as his brother prayed +Beneath his feet the sandals laid, +And these with fond affection gave +To Bharat's hand, the good and brave. +Then Bharat bowed his reverent head +And thus again to Rama said: +“Through fourteen seasons will I wear +The hermit's dress and matted hair: +With fruit and roots my life sustain, +And still beyond the realm remain, +Longing for thee to come again. +The rule and all affairs of state +I to these shoes will delegate. +And if, O tamer of thy foes, +When fourteen years have reached their close, +I see thee not that day return, +The kindled fire my frame shall burn.” +Then Rama to his bosom drew +Dear Bharat and Śatrughna too: +“Be never wroth,” he cried, “with her, +Kaikeyí's guardian minister: +This, glory of Ikshvaku's line, +Is Síta's earnest prayer and mine.” +He spoke, and as the big tears fell, +To his dear brother bade farewell. +Round Rama, Bharat strong and bold +In humble reverence paced, +When the bright sandals wrought with gold +Above his brows were placed. +The royal elephant who led +The glorious pomp he found, +And on the monster's mighty head +Those sandals duly bound. +Then noble Rama, born to swell +The glories of his race, +To all in order bade farewell +With love and tender grace— +To brothers, counsellers, and peers,— +Still firm, in duty proved, +Firm, as the Lord of Snow uprears +His mountains unremoved. +No queen, for choking sobs and sighs, +Could say her last adieu: +Then Rama bowed, with flooded eyes, +And to his cot withdrew. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_188.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_188.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..55aea9cf0babe5fe837759fb5313ed0e837cc5e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_188.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto CXIV. Bharat's Departure. + +Bearing the sandals on his head +Away triumphant Bharat sped, +And clomb, Śatrughna by his side, +The car wherein he wont to ride. +Before the mighty army went +The lords for counsel eminent, +Vaśishṭha, Vamadeva next, +Javali, pure with prayer and text. +[pg 223] +Then from that lovely river they +Turned eastward on their homeward way: +With reverent steps from left to right +They circled Chitrakúṭa's height, +And viewed his peaks on every side +With stains of thousand metals dyed. +Then Bharat saw, not far away, +Where Bharadvaja's dwelling lay, +And when the chieftain bold and sage +Had reached that holy hermitage, +Down from the car he sprang to greet +The saint, and bowed before his feet. +High rapture filled the hermit's breast, +Who thus the royal prince addressed: +“Say, Bharat, is thy duty done? +Hast thou with Rama met, my son?” +The chief whose soul to virtue clave +This answer to the hermit gave: +“I prayed him with our holy guide: +But Raghu's son our prayer denied, +And long besought by both of us +He answered Saint Vaśishṭha thus: +“True to my vow, I still will be +Observant of my sire's decree: +Till fourteen years complete their course +That promise shall remain in force.” +The saint in highest wisdom taught, +These solemn words with wisdom fraught, +To him in lore of language learned +Most eloquent himself returned: +“Obey my rede: let Bharat hold +This pair of sandals decked with gold: +They in Ayodhya shall ensure +Our welfare, and our bliss secure.” +When Rama heard the royal priest +He rose, and looking to the east +Consigned the sandals to my hand +That they for him might guard the land. +Then from the high-souled chief's abode +I turned upon my homeward road, +Dismissed by him, and now this pair +Of sandals to Ayodhya bear.” +To him the hermit thus replied, +By Bharat's tidings gratified: +“No marvel thoughts so just and true, +Thou best of all who right pursue, +Should dwell in thee, O Prince of men, +As waters gather in the glen. +He is not dead, we mourn in vain: +Thy blessed father lives again, +Whose noble son we thus behold +Like Virtue's self in human mould.” +He ceased: before him Bharat fell +To clasp his feet, and said farewell: +His reverent steps around him bent, +And onward to Ayodhya went. +His host of followers stretching far +With many an elephant and car, +Waggon and steed, and mighty train, +Traversed their homeward way again. +O'er holy Yamuna they sped, +Fair stream, with waves engarlanded, +And then once more the rivers' queen, +The blessed Ganga's self was seen. +Then making o'er that flood his way, +Where crocodiles and monsters lay, +The king to Śringavera drew +His host and royal retinue. +His onward way he thence pursued, +And soon renowned Ayodhya viewed. +Then burnt by woe and sad of cheer +Bharat addressed the charioteer: +“Ah, see, Ayodhya dark and sad, +Her glory gone, once bright and glad: +Of joy and beauty reft, forlorn, +In silent grief she seems to mourn.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_189.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_189.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..79492dce5c1b39eb64fd752f7a915d39983e4efb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_189.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto CXV. Nandigram.398 + +Deep, pleasant was the chariot's sound +As royal Bharat, far renowned, +Whirled by his mettled coursers fast +Within Ayodhya's city passed. +There dark and drear was every home +Where cats and owls had space to roam, +As when the shades of midnight fall +With blackest gloom, and cover all: +As Rohiní, dear spouse of him +Whom Rahu hates,396 grows faint and dim, +When, as she shines on high alone +The demon's shade is o'er her thrown: +As burnt by summer's heat a rill +Scarce trickling from her parent hill, +With dying fish in pools half dried, +And fainting birds upon her side: +As sacrificial flames arise +When holy oil their food supplies, +But when no more the fire is fed +Sink lustreless and cold and dead: +Like some brave host that filled the plain, +With harness rent and captains slain, +When warrior, elephant, and steed +Mingled in wild confusion bleed: +As when, all spent her store of worth, +Rocks from her base the loosened earth: +Like a sad fallen star no more +Wearing the lovely light it wore: +So mournful in her lost estate +Was that sad town disconsolate. +Then car-borne Bharat, good and brave, +Thus spake to him the steeds who drave: +“Why are Ayodhya's streets so mute? +Where is the voice of lyre and lute? +Why sounds not, as of old, to-day +The music of the minstrel's lay? +[pg 224] +Where are the wreaths they used to twine? +Where are the blossoms and the wine? +Where is the cool refreshing scent +Of sandal dust with aloe blent? +The elephant's impatient roar, +The din of cars, I hear no more: +No more the horse's pleasant neigh +Rings out to meet me on my way. +Ayodhya's youths, since Rama's flight, +Have lost their relish for delight: +Her men roam forth no more, nor care +Bright garlands round their necks to wear. +All grieve for banished Rama: feast, +And revelry and song have ceased: +Like a black night when floods pour down, +So dark and gloomy is the town. +When will he come to make them gay +Like some auspicious holiday? +When will my brother, like a cloud +At summer's close, make glad the crowd?” +Then through the streets the hero rode, +And passed within his sire's abode, +Like some deserted lion's den, +Forsaken by the lord of men. +Then to the inner bowers he came, +Once happy home of many a dame, +Now gloomy, sad, and drear, +Dark as of old that sunless day +When wept the Gods in wild dismay;397 +There poured he many a tear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_19.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_19.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e3d9ac283491266ac588c0354287a44ba1994719 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_19.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto XX. Visvamitra's Visit. + +The seasons six in rapid flight +Had circled since that glorious rite. +Eleven months had passed away; +'Twas Chaitra's ninth returning day.130 +The moon within that mansion shone +Which Aditi looks kindly on. +Raised to their apex in the sky +Five brilliant planets beamed on high. +Shone with the moon, in Cancer's sign, +Vṛihaspati131 with light divine. +Kauśalya bore an infant blest +With heavenly marks of grace impressed; +Rama, the universe's lord, +A prince by all the worlds adored. +New glory Queen Kauśalya won +Reflected from her splendid son. +So Aditi shone more and more, +The Mother of the Gods, when she +The King of the Immortals132 bore, +The thunder-wielding deity. +[pg 032] +The lotus-eyed, the beauteous boy, +He came fierce Ravan to destroy; +From half of Vishnu's vigour born, +He came to help the worlds forlorn. +And Queen Kaikeyí bore a child +Of truest valour, Bharat styled, +With every princely virtue blest, +One fourth of Vishnu manifest. +Sumitra too a noble pair, +Called Lakshman and Śatrughna, bare, +Of high emprise, devoted, true, +Sharers in Vishnu's essence too. +'Neath Pushya's133 mansion, Mina's134 sign, +Was Bharat born, of soul benign. +The sun had reached the Crab at morn +When Queen Sumitra's babes were born, +What time the moon had gone to make +His nightly dwelling with the Snake. +The high-souled monarch's consorts bore +At different times those glorious four, +Like to himself and virtuous, bright +As Proshṭhapada's135 four-fold light. +Then danced the nymphs' celestial throng, +The minstrels raised their strain; +The drums of heaven pealed loud and long, +And flowers came down in rain. +Within Ayodhya, blithe and gay, +All kept the joyous holiday. +The spacious square, the ample road +With mimes and dancers overflowed, +And with the voice of music rang +Where minstrels played and singers sang, +And shone, a wonder to behold, +With dazzling show of gems and gold. +Nor did the king his largess spare, +For minstrel, driver, bard, to share; +Much wealth the Brahmans bore away, +And many thousand dine that day. +Soon as each babe was twelve days old +'Twas time the naming rite to hold. +When Saint Vaśishṭha, rapt with joy, +Assigned a name to every boy. +Rama, to him the high-souled heir, +Bharat, to him Kaikeyí bare: +Of Queen Sumitra one fair son +Was Lakshman, and Śatrughna136 one +Rama, his sire's supreme delight, +Like some proud banner cheered his sight, +And to all creatures seemed to be +The self-existent deity. +All heroes, versed in holy lore, +To all mankind great love they bore. +Fair stores of wisdom all possessed, +With princely graces all were blest. +But mid those youths of high descent, +With lordly light preëminent. +Like the full moon unclouded, shone +Rama, the world's dear paragon. +He best the elephant could guide.137 +Urge the fleet car, the charger ride: +A master he of bowman's skill, +Joying to do his father's will. +The world's delight and darling, he +Loved Lakshman best from infancy +And Lakshman, lord of lofty fate, +Upon his elder joyed to wait, +Striving his second self to please +With friendship's sweet observances. +His limbs the hero ne'er would rest +Unless the couch his brother pressed; +Except beloved Rama shared +He could not taste the meal prepared. +When Rama, pride of Reghu's race, +Sprang on his steed to urge the chase, +Behind him Lakshman loved to go +And guard him with his trusty bow. +As Rama was to Lakshman dear +More than his life and ever near, +So fond Śatrughna prized above +His very life his Bharat's love. +Illustrious heroes, nobly kind +In mutual love they all combined, +And gave their royal sire delight +With modest grace and warrior might: +Supported by the glorious four +Shone Daśaratha more and more, +As though, with every guardian God +Who keeps the land and skies, +The Father of all creatures trod +The earth before men's eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_190.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_190.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a75e7f96442a24147dc888a26aac5292a5469b26 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_190.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto CXVI. The Hermit's Speech. + +Then when the pious chief had seen +Lodged in her home each widowed queen, +Still with his burning grief oppressed +His holy guides he thus addressed: +“I go to Nandigram: adieu, +This day, my lords to all of you: +I go, my load of grief to bear, +Reft of the son of Raghu, there. +The king my sire, alas, is dead, +And Rama to the forest fled; +There will I wait till he, restored, +Shall rule the realm, its rightful lord.” +They heard the high-souled prince's speech, +And thus with ready answer each +Of those great lords their chief addressed, +With saint Vaśishṭha and the rest: +“Good are the words which thou hast said, +By brotherly affection led, +Like thine own self, a faithful friend, +True to thy brother to the end: +A heart like thine must all approve, +Which naught from virtue's path can move.” +Soon as the words he loved to hear +Fell upon Bharat's joyful ear, +Thus to the charioteer he spoke: +“My car with speed, Sumantra, yoke.” +Then Bharat with delighted mien +Obeisance paid to every queen, +And with Śatrughna by his side +Mounting the car away he hied. +With lords, and priests in long array +The brothers hastened on their way. +And the great pomp the Brahmans led +With Saint Vaśishṭha at their head. +Then every face was eastward bent +As on to Nandigram they went. +Behind the army followed, all +Unsummoned by their leader's call, +And steeds and elephants and men +Streamed forth with every citizen. +As Bharat in his chariot rode +His heart with love fraternal glowed, +And with the sandals on his head +To Nandigram he quickly sped. +Within the town he swiftly pressed, +Alighted, and his guides addressed: +“To me in trust my brother's hand +Consigned the lordship of the land, +When he these gold-wrought sandals gave +As emblems to protect and save.” +Then Bharat bowed, and from his head +The sacred pledge deposited, +And thus to all the people cried +Who ringed him round on every side: +“Haste, for these sandals quickly bring +The canopy that shades the king. +Pay ye to them all reverence meet +As to my elder brother's feet, +For they will right and law maintain +Until King Rama come again. +My brother with a loving mind +These sandals to my charge consigned: +I till he come will guard with care +The sacred trust for Raghu's heir. +My watchful task will soon be done, +The pledge restored to Raghu's son; +Then shall I see, his wanderings o'er, +These sandals on his feet once more. +My brother I shall meet at last, +The burthen from my shoulders cast, +To Rama's hand the realm restore +And serve my elder as before. +When Rama takes again this pair +Of sandals kept with pious care, +And here his glorious reign begins, +I shall be cleansed from all my sins, +[pg 225] +When the glad people's voices ring +With welcome to the new-made king, +Joy will be mine four-fold as great +As if supreme I ruled the state.” +Thus humbly spoke in sad lament +The chief in fame preëminent: +Thus, by his reverent lords obeyed, +At Nandigram the kingdom swayed. +With hermit's dress and matted hair +He dwelt with all his army there. +The sandals of his brother's feet +Installed upon the royal seat, +He, all his powers to them referred, +Affairs of state administered. +In every care, in every task, +When golden store was brought, +He first, as though their rede to ask, +Those royal sandals sought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_191.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_191.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bd76115ff148db1fa08808ce70a405e49da59d13 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_191.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto CXVII. Anasúya. + +When Bharat took his homeward road +Still Rama in the wood abode: +But soon he marked the fear and care +That darkened all the hermits there. +For all who dwelt before the hill +Were sad with dread of coming ill: +Each holy brow was lined by thought, +And Rama's side they often sought. +With gathering frowns the prince they eyed, +And then withdrew and talked aside. +Then Raghu's son with anxious breast +The leader of the saints addressed: +“Can aught that I have done displease, +O reverend Sage, the devotees? +Why are their loving looks, O say, +Thus sadly changed or turned away? +Has Lakshman through his want of heed +Offended with unseemly deed? +Or is the gentle Síta, she +Who loved to honour you and me— +Is she the cause of this offence, +Failing in lowly reverence?” +One sage, o'er whom, exceeding old, +Had many a year of penance rolled, +Trembling in every aged limb +Thus for the rest replied to him: +“How could we, O beloved, blame +Thy lofty-souled Videhan dame, +Who in the good of all delights, +And more than all of anchorites? +But yet through thee a numbing dread +Of fiends among our band has spread; +Obstructed by the demons' art +The trembling hermits talk apart. +For Ravan's brother, overbold, +Named Khara, of gigantic mould, +Vexes with fury fierce and fell +All those in Janasthan399 who dwell. +Resistless in his cruel deeds, +On flesh of men the monster feeds: +Sinful and arrogant is he, +And looks with special hate on thee. +Since thou, beloved son, hast made +Thy home within this holy shade, +The fiends have vexed with wilder rage +The dwellers of the hermitage. +In many a wild and dreadful form +Around the trembling saints they swarm, +With hideous shape and foul disguise +They terrify our holy eyes. +They make our loathing souls endure +Insult and scorn and sights impure, +And flocking round the altars stay +The holy rites we love to pay. +In every spot throughout the grove +With evil thoughts the monsters rove, +Assailing with their secret might +Each unsuspecting anchorite. +Ladle and dish away they fling, +Our fires with floods extinguishing, +And when the sacred flame should burn +They trample on each water-urn. +Now when they see their sacred wood +Plagued by this impious brotherhood, +The troubled saints away would roam +And seek in other shades a home: +Hence will we fly, O Rama, ere +The cruel fiends our bodies tear. +Not far away a forest lies +Rich in the roots and fruit we prize, +To this will I and all repair +And join the holy hermits there; +Be wise, and with us thither flee +Before this Khara injure thee. +Mighty art thou, O Rama, yet +Each day with peril is beset. +If with thy consort by thy side +Thou in this wood wilt still abide.” +He ceased: the words the hero spake +The hermit's purpose failed to break: +To Raghu's son farewell he said, +And blessed the chief and comforted; +Then with the rest the holy sage +Departed from the hermitage. +So from the wood the saints withdrew, +And Rama bidding all adieu +In lowly reverence bent: +Instructed by their friendly speech, +Blest with the gracious love of each, +To his pure home he went. +Nor would the son of Raghu stray +A moment from that grove away +From which the saints had fled. +And many a hermit thither came +Attracted by his saintly fame +And the pure life he led. +[pg 226] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_192.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_192.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..065b0249631f04239493a75690934e853820fb4d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_192.txt @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +Canto CXVIII. Anasúya's Gifts. + +But dwelling in that lonely spot +Left by the hermits pleased him not. +“I met the faithful Bharat here, +The townsmen, and my mother dear: +The painful memory lingers yet, +And stings me with a vain regret. +And here the host of Bharat camped, +And many a courser here has stamped, +And elephants with ponderous feet +Have trampled through the calm retreat.” +So forth to seek a home he hied, +His spouse and Lakshman by his side. +He came to Atri's pure retreat, +Paid reverence to his holy feet, +And from the saint such welcome won +As a fond father gives his son. +The noble prince with joy unfeigned +As a dear guest he entertained, +And cheered the glorious Lakshman too +And Síta with observance due. +Then Anasúya at the call +Of him who sought the good of all, +His blameless venerable spouse, +Delighting in her holy vows, +Came from her chamber to his side: +To her the virtuous hermit cried: +“Receive, I pray, with friendly grace +This dame of Maithil monarchs' race:” +To Rama next made known his wife, +The devotee of saintliest life: +“Ten thousand years this votaress bent +On sternest rites of penance spent; +She when the clouds withheld their rain, +And drought ten years consumed the plain, +Caused grateful roots and fruit to grow +And ordered Ganga here to flow: +So from their cares the saints she freed, +Nor let these checks their rites impede, +She wrought in Heaven's behalf, and made +Ten nights of one, the Gods to aid:400 +Let holy Anasúya be +An honoured mother, Prince, to thee. +Let thy Videhan spouse draw near +To her whom all that live revere, +Stricken in years, whose loving mind +Is slow to wrath and ever kind.” +He ceased: and Rama gave assent, +And said, with eyes on Síta bent: +“O Princess, thou hast heard with me +This counsel of the devotee: +Now that her touch thy soul may bless, +Approach the saintly votaress: +Come to the venerable dame, +Far known by Anasúya's name: +The mighty things that she has done +High glory in the world have won.” +Thus spoke the son of Raghu: she +Approached the saintly devotee, +Who with her white locks, old and frail, +Shook like a plantain in the gale. +To that true spouse she bowed her head, +And “Lady, I am Síta,” said: +Raised suppliant hands and prayed her tell +That all was prosperous and well. +The aged matron, when she saw +Fair Síta true to duty's law, +Addressed her thus: “High fate is thine +Whose thoughts to virtue still incline. +Thou, lady of the noble mind, +Hast kin and state and wealth resigned +To follow Rama forced to tread +Where solitary woods are spread. +Those women gain high spheres above +Who still unchanged their husbands love, +Whether they dwell in town or wood, +Whether their hearts be ill or good. +Though wicked, poor, or led away +In love's forbidden paths to stray, +The noble matron still will deem +Her lord a deity supreme. +Regarding kin and friendship, I +Can see no better, holier tie, +And every penance-rite is dim +Beside the joy of serving him. +But dark is this to her whose mind +Promptings of idle fancy blind, +Who led by evil thoughts away +Makes him who should command obey. +Such women, O dear Maithil dame, +Their virtue lose and honest fame, +Enslaved by sin and folly, led +In these unholy paths to tread. +But they who good and true like thee +The present and the future see, +Like men by holy deeds will rise +To mansions in the blissful skies. +So keep thee pure from taint of sin, +Still to thy lord be true, +And fame and merit shalt thou win, +To thy devotion due.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_193.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_193.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4474c03ac9679d4fad315f6ef28ddd9d7115b020 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_193.txt @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +Canto CXIX. The Forest. + +Thus by the holy dame addressed +Who banished envy from her breast, +Her lowly reverence Síta paid, +And softly thus her answer made: +“No marvel, best of dames, thy speech +The duties of a wife should teach; +[pg 227] +Yet I, O lady, also know +Due reverence to my lord to show. +Were he the meanest of the base, +Unhonoured with a single grace, +My husband still I ne'er would leave, +But firm through all to him would cleave: +Still rather to a lord like mine +Whose virtues high-exalted shine, +Compassionate, of lofty soul, +With every sense in due control, +True in his love, of righteous mind, +Like a dear sire and mother kind. +E'en as he ever loves to treat +Kauśalya with observance meet, +Has his behaviour ever been +To every other honoured queen. +Nay, more, a sonlike reverence shows +The noble Rama e'en to those +On whom the king his father set +His eyes one moment, to forget. +Deep in my heart the words are stored, +Said by the mother of my lord, +When from my home I turned away +In the lone fearful woods to stray. +The counsel of my mother deep +Impressed upon my soul I keep, +When by the fire I took my stand, +And Rama clasped in his my hand. +And in my bosom cherished yet, +My friends' advice I ne'er forget: +Woman her holiest offering pays +When she her husband's will obeys. +Good Savitrí her lord obeyed, +And a high saint in heaven was made, +And for the self-same virtue thou +Hast heaven in thy possession now. +And she with whom no dame could vie, +Now a bright Goddess in the sky, +Sweet Rohiní the Moon's dear Queen, +Without her lord is never seen: +And many a faithful wife beside +For her pure love is glorified.” +Thus Síta spake: soft rapture stole +Through Anasúya's saintly soul: +Kisses on Síta's head she pressed, +And thus the Maithil dame addressed: +“I by long rites and toils endured +Rich store of merit have secured: +From this my wealth will I bestow +A blessing ere I let thee go. +So right and wise and true each word +That from thy lips mine ears have heard, +I love thee: be my pleasing task +To grant the boon that thou shalt ask.” +Then Síta marvelled much, and while +Played o'er her lips a gentle smile, +“All has been done, O Saint,” she cried, +“And naught remains to wish beside.” +She spake; the lady's meek reply +Swelled Anasúya's rapture high. +“Síta,” she said, “my gift to-day +Thy sweet contentment shall repay. +Accept this precious robe to wear, +Of heavenly fabric, rich and rare, +These gems thy limbs to ornament, +This precious balsam sweet of scent. +O Maithil dame, this gift of mine +Shall make thy limbs with beauty shine, +And breathing o'er thy frame dispense +Its pure and lasting influence. +This balsam on thy fair limbs spread +New radiance on thy lord shall shed, +As Lakshmí's beauty lends a grace +To Vishnu's own celestial face.” +Then Síta took the gift the dame +Bestowed on her in friendship's name, +The balsam, gems, and robe divine, +And garlands wreathed of bloomy twine; +Then sat her down, with reverence meet, +At saintly Anasúya's feet. +The matron rich in rites and vows +Turned her to Rama's Maithil spouse, +And questioned thus in turn to hear +A pleasant tale to charm her ear: +“Síta, 'tis said that Raghu's son +Thy hand, mid gathered suitors, won. +I fain would hear thee, lady, tell +The story as it all befell: +Do thou repeat each thing that passed, +Reviewing all from first to last.” +Thus spake the dame to Síta: she +Replying to the devotee, +“Then, lady, thy attention lend,” +Rehearsed the story to the end: +“King Janak, just and brave and strong, +Who loves the right and hates the wrong, +Well skilled in what the law ordains +For Warriors, o'er Videha reigns. +Guiding one morn the plough, his hand +Marked out, for rites the sacred land, +When, as the ploughshare cleft the earth, +Child of the king I leapt to birth. +Then as the ground he smoothed and cleared, +He saw me all with dust besmeared, +And on the new-found babe, amazed +The ruler of Videha gazed. +In childless love the monarch pressed +The welcome infant to his breast: +“My daughter,” thus he cried, “is she:” +And as his child he cared for me. +Forth from the sky was heard o'erhead +As 'twere a human voice that said: +“Yea, even so: great King, this child +Henceforth thine own be justly styled.” +Videha's monarch, virtuous souled, +Rejoiced o'er me with joy untold, +Delighting in his new-won prize, +The darling of his heart and eyes. +To his chief queen of saintly mind +The precious treasure he consigned, +And by her side she saw me grow, +Nursed with the love which mothers know. +[pg 228] +Then as he saw the seasons fly, +And knew my marriage-time was nigh, +My sire was vexed with care, as sad +As one who mourns the wealth he had: +“Scorn on the maiden's sire must wait +From men of high and low estate: +The virgin's father all despise, +Though Indra's peer, who rules the skies.” +More near he saw, and still more near, +The scorn that filled his soul with fear, +On trouble's billowy ocean tossed, +Like one whose shattered bark is lost. +My father knowing how I came, +No daughter of a mortal dame, +In all the regions failed to see +A bridegroom meet to match with me. +Each way with anxious thought he scanned, +And thus at length the monarch planned: +“The Bride's Election will I hold, +With every rite prescribed of old.” +It pleased King Varun to bestow +Quiver and shafts and heavenly bow +Upon my father's sire who reigned, +When Daksha his great rite ordained. +Where was the man might bend or lift +With utmost toil that wondrous gift? +Not e'en in dreams could mortal king +Strain the great bow or draw the string. +Of this tremendous bow possessed, +My truthful father thus addressed +The lords of many a region, all +Assembled at the monarch's call: +“Whoe'er this bow can manage, he +The husband of my child shall be.” +The suitors viewed with hopeless eyes +That wondrous bow of mountain size, +Then to my sire they bade adieu, +And all with humbled hearts withdrew. +At length with Viśvamitra came +This son of Raghu, dear to fame, +The royal sacrifice to view. +Near to my father's home he drew, +His brother Lakshman by his side, +Rama, in deeds heroic tried. +My sire with honour entertained +The saint in lore of duty trained, +Who thus in turn addressed the king: +“Rama and Lakshman here who spring +From royal Daśaratha, long +To see thy bow so passing strong.” +Before the prince's eyes was laid +That marvel, as the Brahman prayed. +One moment on the bow he gazed, +Quick to the notch the string he raised, +Then, in the wandering people's view, +The cord with mighty force he drew. +Then with an awful crash as loud +As thunderbolts that cleave the cloud, +The bow beneath the matchless strain +Of arms heroic snapped in twain. +Thus, giving purest water, he, +My sire, to Rama offered me. +The prince the offered gift declined +Till he should learn his father's mind; +So horsemen swift Ayodhya sought +And back her aged monarch brought. +Me then my sire to Rama gave, +Self-ruled, the bravest of the brave. +And Urmila, the next to me, +Graced with all gifts, most fair to see, +My sire with Raghu's house allied, +And gave her to be Lakshman's bride. +Thus from the princes of the land +Lord Rama won my maiden hand, +And him exalted high above +Heroic chiefs I truly love.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_194.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_194.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d3ccd5b933d72af6a2bc272297afbdddb50f412 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_194.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto I. The Hermitage. + +When Anasúya, virtuous-souled, +Had heard the tale by Síta told, +She kissed the lady's brow and laced +Her loving arms around her waist. +“With sweet-toned words distinct and clear +Thy pleasant tale has charmed mine ear, +How the great king thy father held +That Maiden's Choice unparalleled. +But now the sun has sunk from sight, +And left the world to holy Night. +Hark! how the leafy thickets sound +With gathering birds that twitter round: +They sought their food by day, and all +Flock homeward when the shadows fall. +See, hither comes the hermit band, +Each with his pitcher in his hand: +Fresh from the bath, their locks are wet, +Their coats of bark are dripping yet. +Here saints their fires of worship tend, +And curling wreaths of smoke ascend: +Borne on the flames they mount above, +Dark as the brown wings of the dove. +The distant trees, though well-nigh bare, +Gloom thickened by the evening air, +And in the faint uncertain light +Shut the horizon from our sight. +The beasts that prowl in darkness rove +On every side about the grove, +And the tame deer, at ease reclined +Their shelter near the altars find. +The night o'er all the sky is spread, +With lunar stars engarlanded, +And risen in his robes of light +The moon is beautifully bright. +Now to thy lord I bid thee go: +Thy pleasant tale has charmed me so: +One thing alone I needs must pray, +Before me first thyself array: +Here in thy heavenly raiment shine, +And glad, dear love, these eyes of mine.” +[pg 229] +Then like a heavenly Goddess shone +Fair Síta with that raiment on. +She bowed her to the matron's feet, +Then turned away her lord to meet. +The hero prince with joy surveyed +His Síta in her robes arrayed, +As glorious to his arms she came +With love-gifts of the saintly dame. +She told him how the saint to show +Her fond affection would bestow +That garland of celestial twine, +Those ornaments and robes divine. +Then Rama's heart, nor Lakshman's less, +Was filled with pride and happiness, +For honours high had Síta gained, +Which mortal dames have scarce obtained. +There honoured by each pious sage +Who dwelt within the hermitage, +Beside his darling well content +That sacred night the hero spent. +The princes, when the night had fled, +Farewell to all the hermits said, +Who gazed upon the distant shade, +Their lustral rites and offerings paid. +The saints who made their dwelling there +In words like these addressed the pair: +“O Princes, monsters fierce and fell +Around that distant forest dwell: +On blood from human veins they feed, +And various forms assume at need, +With savage beasts of fearful power +That human flesh and blood devour. +Our holy saints they rend and tear +When met alone or unaware, +And eat them in their cruel joy: +These chase, O Rama, or destroy. +By this one path our hermits go +To fetch the fruits that yonder grow: +By this, O Prince, thy feet should stray +Through pathless forests far away.” +Thus by the reverent saints addressed, +And by their prayers auspicious blessed, +He left the holy crowd: +His wife and brother by his side, +Within the mighty wood he hied. +So sinks the Day-God in his pride +Beneath a bank of cloud. +BOOK III. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_195.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_195.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2c762efa7f47aa3b76ab7080dbf624414a6f2dc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_195.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto II. Viradha. + +When Rama, valiant hero, stood +In the vast shade of Danḍak wood, +His eyes on every side he bent +And saw a hermit settlement, +Where coats of bark were hung around, +And holy grass bestrewed the ground. +Bright with Brahmanic lustre glowed +That circle where the saints abode: +Like the hot sun in heaven it shone, +Too dazzling to be looked upon. +Wild creatures found a refuge where +The court, well-swept, was bright and fair, +And countless birds and roedeer made +Their dwelling in the friendly shade. +Beneath the boughs of well-loved trees +Oft danced the gay Apsarases.401 +Around was many an ample shed +Wherein the holy fire was fed; +With sacred grass and skins of deer, +Ladles and sacrificial gear, +And roots and fruit, and wood to burn, +And many a brimming water-urn. +Tall trees their hallowed branches spread, +Laden with pleasant fruit, o'erhead; +And gifts which holy laws require,402 +And solemn offerings burnt with fire,403 +And Veda chants on every side +That home of hermits sanctified. +There many a flower its odour shed, +And lotus blooms the lake o'erspred. +There, clad in coats of bark and hide,— +Their food by roots and fruit supplied,— +Dwelt many an old and reverend sire +Bright as the sun or Lord of Fire, +All with each worldly sense subdued, +A pure and saintly multitude. +The Veda chants, the saints who trod +The sacred ground and mused on God, +Made that delightful grove appear +Like Brahma's own most glorious sphere. +As Raghu's splendid son surveyed +That hermit home and tranquil shade, +He loosed his mighty bow-string, then +Drew nearer to the holy men. +[pg 230] +With keen celestial sight endued +Those mighty saints the chieftain viewed, +With joy to meet the prince they came, +And gentle Síta dear to fame. +They looked on virtuous Rama, fair +As Soma404 in the evening air, +And Lakshman by his brother's side, +And Síta long in duty tried, +And with glad blessings every sage +Received them in the hermitage. +Then Rama's form and stature tall +Entranced the wondering eyes of all,— +His youthful grace, his strength of limb, +And garb that nobly sat on him. +To Lakshman too their looks they raised, +And upon Síta's beauty gazed +With eyes that closed not lest their sight +Should miss the vision of delight. +Then the pure hermits of the wood, +Rejoicing in all creatures' good, +Their guest, the glorious Rama, led +Within a cot with leaves o'erhead. +With highest honour all the best +Of radiant saints received their guest, +With kind observance, as is meet, +And gave him water for his feet. +To highest pitch of rapture wrought +Their stores of roots and fruit they brought. +They poured their blessings on his head, +And “All we have is thine,” they said. +Then, reverent hand to hand applied,405 +Each duty-loving hermit cried: +“The king is our protector, bright +In fame, maintainer of the right. +He bears the awful sword, and hence +Deserves an elder's reverence. +One fourth of Indra's essence, he +Preserves his realm from danger free, +Hence honoured by the world of right +The king enjoys each choice delight. +Thou shouldst to us protection give, +For in thy realm, dear lord, we live: +Whether in town or wood thou be, +Thou art our king, thy people we. +Our wordly aims are laid aside, +Our hearts are tamed and purified. +To thee our guardian, we who earn +Our only wealth by penance turn.” +Then the pure dwellers in the shade +To Raghu's son due honour paid, +And Lakshman, bringing store of roots, +And many a flower, and woodland fruits. +And others strove the prince to please +With all attentive courtesies. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_196.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_196.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18f6e499384bfffdab321a868743ca2ac02933a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_196.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto III. Viradha Attacked. + +Thus entertained he passed the night, +Then, with the morning's early light, +To all the hermits bade adieu +And sought his onward way anew. +He pierced the mighty forest where +Roamed many a deer and pard and bear: +Its ruined pools he scarce could see. +For creeper rent and prostrate tree, +Where shrill cicada's cries were heard, +And plaintive notes of many a bird. +Deep in the thickets of the wood +With Lakshman and his spouse he stood, +There in the horrid shade he saw +A giant passing nature's law: +Vast as some mountain-peak in size, +With mighty voice and sunken eyes, +Huge, hideous, tall, with monstrous face, +Most ghastly of his giant race. +A tiger's hide the Rakshas wore +Still reeking with the fat and gore: +Huge-faced, like Him who rules the dead, +All living things he struck with dread. +Three lions, tigers four, ten deer +He carried on his iron spear, +Two wolves, an elephant's head beside +With mighty tusks which blood-drops dyed. +When on the three his fierce eye fell, +He charged them with a roar and yell +As furious as the grisly King +When stricken worlds are perishing. +Then with a mighty roar that shook +The earth beneath their feet, he took +The trembling Síta to his side. +Withdrew a little space, and cried: +“Ha, short lived wretches, ye who dare, +In hermit dress with matted hair, +Armed each with arrows, sword, and bow, +Through Danḍak's pathless wood to go: +How with one dame, I bid you tell, +Can you among ascetics dwell? +Who are ye, sinners, who despise +The right, in holy men's disguise? +The great Viradha, day by day +Through this deep-tangled wood I stray, +And ever, armed with trusty steel, +I seize a saint to make my meal. +This woman young and fair of frame +Shall be the conquering giant's dame: +Your blood, ye things of evil life, +My lips shall quaff in battle strife.” +He spoke: and Janak's hapless child, +Scared by his speech so fierce and wild, +[pg 231] +Trembled for terror, as a frail +Young plantain shivers in the gale. +When Rama saw Viradha clasp +Fair Síta in his mighty grasp, +Thus with pale lips that terror dried +The hero to his brother cried: +“O see Viradha's arm enfold +My darling in its cursed hold,— +The child of Janak best of kings, +My spouse whose soul to virtue clings, +Sweet princess, with pure glory bright, +Nursed in the lap of soft delight. +Now falls the blow Kaikeyí meant, +Successful in her dark intent: +This day her cruel soul will be +Triumphant over thee and me. +Though Bharat on the throne is set, +Her greedy eyes look farther yet: +Me from my home she dared expel, +Me whom all creatures loved so well. +This fatal day at length, I ween, +Brings triumph to the younger queen. +I see with bitterest grief and shame +Another touch the Maithil dame. +Not loss of sire and royal power +So grieves me as this mournful hour.” +Thus in his anguish cried the chief: +Then drowned in tears, o'erwhelmed by grief, +Thus Lakshman in his anger spake, +Quick panting like a spell-bound snake: +“Canst thou, my brother, Indra's peer, +When I thy minister am near, +Thus grieve like some forsaken thing, +Thou, every creature's lord and king? +My vengeful shaft the fiend shall slay, +And earth shall drink his blood to-day. +The fury which my soul at first +Upon usurping Bharat nursed, +On this Viradha will I wreak +As Indra splits the mountain peak. +Winged by this arm's impetuous might +My shaft with deadly force +The monster in the chest shall smite, +And fell his shattered corse.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_197.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_197.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..07a35dcfb89a33629e15065f14a6cd9b0e942acd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_197.txt @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +Canto IV. Viradha's Death. + +Viradha with a fearful shout +That echoed through the wood, cried out: +“What men are ye, I bid you say, +And whither would ye bend your way?” +To him whose mouth shot fiery flame +The hero told his race and name: +“Two Warriors, nobly bred, are we, +And through this wood we wander free. +But who art thou, how born and styled, +Who roamest here in Danḍak's wild?” +To Rama, bravest of the brave, +His answer thus Viradha gave: +“Hear, Raghu's son, and mark me well, +And I my name and race will tell. +Of Śatahrada born, I spring +From Java as my sire, O King: +Me, of this lofty lineage, all +Giants on earth Viradha call. +The rites austere I long maintained +From Brahma's grace the boon have gained +To bear a charmed frame which ne'er +Weapon or shaft may pierce or tear. +Go as ye came, untouched by fear, +And leave with me this woman here: +Go, swiftly from my presence fly, +Or by this hand ye both shall die.” +Then Rama with his fierce eyes red +With fury to the giant said: +“Woe to thee, sinner, fond and weak, +Who madly thus thy death wilt seek! +Stand, for it waits thee in the fray: +With life thou ne'er shalt flee away.” +He spoke, and raised the cord whereon +A pointed arrow flashed and shone, +Then, wild with anger, from his bow, +He launched the weapon on the foe. +Seven times the fatal cord he drew, +And forth seven rapid arrows flew, +Shafts winged with gold that left the wind +And e'en Suparna's406 self behind. +Full on the giant's breast they smote, +And purpled like the peacock's throat, +Passed through his mighty bulk and came +To earth again like flakes of flame. +The fiend the Maithil dame unclasped; +In his fierce hand his spear he grasped, +And wild with rage, pierced through and through, +At Rama and his brother flew. +So loud the roar which chilled with fear, +So massy was the monster's spear, +He seemed, like Indra's flagstaff, dread +As the dark God who rules the dead. +On huge Viradha fierce as He407 +Who smites, and worlds have ceased to be, +The princely brothers poured amain +Their fiery flood of arrowy rain. +Unmoved he stood, and opening wide +His dire mouth laughed unterrified, +And ever as the monster gaped +Those arrows from his jaws escaped. +Preserving still his life unharmed, +By Brahma's saving promise charmed, +His mighty spear aloft in air +He raised, and rushed upon the pair. +From Rama's bow two arrows flew +And cleft that massive spear in two, +[pg 232] +Dire as the flaming levin sent +From out the cloudy firmament. +Cut by the shafts he guided well +To earth the giant's weapon fell: +As when from Meru's summit, riven +By fiery bolts, a rock is driven. +Then swift his sword each warrior drew, +Like a dread serpent black of hue, +And gathering fury for the blow +Rushed fiercely on the giant foe. +Around each prince an arm he cast, +And held the dauntless heroes fast: +Then, though his gashes gaped and bled, +Bearing the twain he turned and fled. +Then Rama saw the giant's plan, +And to his brother thus began: +“O Lakshman, let Viradha still +Hurry us onward as he will, +For look, Sumitra's son, he goes +Along the path we freely chose.” +He spoke: the rover of the night +Upraised them with terrific might, +Till, to his lofty shoulders swung, +Like children to his neck they clung. +Then sending far his fearful roar, +The princes through the wood he bore,— +A wood like some vast cloud to view, +Where birds of every plumage flew, +And mighty trees o'erarching threw +Dark shadows on the ground; +Where snakes and silvan creatures made +Their dwelling, and the jackal strayed +Through tangled brakes around. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_198.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_198.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..08a0bb000485c760eccbbdd74455f2ed0890041d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_198.txt @@ -0,0 +1,141 @@ +Canto V. Sarabhanga. + +But Síta viewed with wild affright +The heroes hurried from her sight. +She tossed her shapely arms on high, +And shrieked aloud her bitter cry: +“Ah, the dread giant bears away +The princely Rama as his prey, +Truthful and pure, and good and great, +And Lakshman shares his brother's fate. +The brindled tiger and the bear +My mangled limbs for food will tear. +Take me, O best of giants, me, +And leave the sons of Raghu free.” +Then, by avenging fury spurred, +Her mournful cry the heroes heard, +And hastened, for the lady's sake, +The wicked monster's life to take. +Then Lakshman with resistless stroke +The foe's left arm that held him broke, +And Rama too, as swift to smite, +Smashed with his heavy hand the right. +With broken arms and tortured frame +To earth the fainting giant came, +Like a huge cloud, or mighty rock +Rent, sundered by the levin's shock. +Then rushed they on, and crushed and beat +Their foe with arms and fists and feet, +And nerved each mighty limb to pound +And bray him on the level ground. +Keen arrows and each biting blade +Wide rents in breast and side had made; +But crushed and torn and mangled, still +The monster lived they could not kill. +When Rama saw no arms might slay +The fiend who like a mountain lay, +The glorious hero, swift to save +In danger, thus his counsel gave: +“O Prince of men, his charmed life +No arms may take in battle strife: +Now dig we in this grove a pit +His elephantine bulk to fit, +And let the hollowed earth enfold +The monster of gigantic mould.” +This said, the son of Raghu pressed +His foot upon the giant's breast. +With joy the prostrate monster heard +Victorious Rama's welcome word, +And straight Kakutstha's son, the best +Of men, in words like these addressed: +“I yield, O chieftain, overthrown +By might that vies with Indra's own. +Till now my folly-blinded eyes +Thee, hero, failed to recognize. +Happy Kauśalya! blest to be +The mother of a son like thee! +I know thee well, O chieftain, now: +Rama, the prince of men, art thou. +There stands the high-born Maithil dame, +There Lakshman, lord of mighty fame. +My name was Tumburu,408 for song +Renowned among the minstrel throng: +Cursed by Kuvera's stern decree +I wear the hideous shape you see. +But when I sued, his grace to crave, +The glorious God this answer gave: +“When Rama, Daśaratha's son, +Destroys thee and the fight is won, +Thy proper shape once more assume, +And heaven again shall give thee room.” +When thus the angry God replied, +No prayers could turn his wrath aside, +And thus on me his fury fell +For loving Rambha's409 charms too well. +Now through thy favour am I freed +From the stern fate the God decreed, +And saved, O tamer of the foe, +[pg 233] +By thee, to heaven again shall go. +A league, O Prince, beyond this spot +Stands holy Śarabhanga's cot: +The very sun is not more bright +Than that most glorious anchorite: +To him, O Rama, quickly turn, +And blessings from the hermit earn. +First under earth my body throw, +Then on thy way rejoicing go. +Such is the law ordained of old +For giants when their days are told: +Their bodies laid in earth, they rise +To homes eternal in the skies.” +Thus, by the rankling dart oppressed, +Kakutstha's offspring he addressed: +In earth his mighty body lay, +His spirit fled to heaven away. +Thus spake Viradha ere he died; +And Rama to his brother cried: +“Now dig we in this grove a pit +His elephantine bulk to fit. +And let the hollowed earth enfold +This mighty giant fierce and bold.” +This said, the valiant hero put +Upon the giant's neck his foot. +His spade obedient Lakshman plied, +And dug a pit both deep and wide +By lofty souled Viradha's side. +Then Raghu's son his foot withdrew, +And down the mighty form they threw; +One awful shout of joy he gave +And sank into the open grave. +The heroes, to their purpose true, +In fight the cruel demon slew, +And radiant with delight +Deep in the hollowed earth they cast +The monster roaring to the last, +In their resistless might. +Thus when they saw the warrior's steel +No life-destroying blow might deal, +The pair, for lore renowned, +Deep in the pit their hands had made +The unresisting giant laid, +And killed him neath the ground. +Upon himself the monster brought +From Rama's hand the death he sought +With strong desire to gain: +And thus the rover of the night +Told Rama, as they strove in fight, +That swords might rend and arrows smite +Upon his breast in vain. +Thus Rama, when his speech he heard, +The giant's mighty form interred, +Which mortal arms defied. +With thundering crash the giant fell, +And rock and cave and forest dell +With echoing roar replied. +The princes, when their task was done +And freedom from the peril won, +Rejoiced to see him die. +Then in the boundless wood they strayed, +Like the great sun and moon displayed +Triumphant in the sky.410 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_199.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_199.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..93ea56275fff25151e7220052cf062cc4a100ef5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_199.txt @@ -0,0 +1,165 @@ +Canto VI. Rama's Promise. + +Then Rama, having slain in fight +Viradha of terrific might, +With gentle words his spouse consoled, +And clasped her in his loving hold. +Then to his brother nobly brave +The valiant prince his counsel gave: +“Wild are these woods around us spread; +And hard and rough the ground to tread: +We, O my brother, ne'er have viewed +So dark and drear a solitude: +To Śarabhanga let us haste, +Whom wealth of holy works has graced.” +Thus Rama spoke, and took the road +To Śarabhanga's pure abode. +But near that saint whose lustre vied +With Gods, by penance purified, +With startled eyes the prince beheld +A wondrous sight unparalleled. +In splendour like the fire and sun +He saw a great and glorious one. +Upon a noble car he rode, +And many a God behind him glowed: +And earth beneath his feet unpressed411 +The monarch of the skies confessed. +Ablaze with gems, no dust might dim +The bright attire that covered him. +Arrayed like him, on every side +High saints their master glorified. +Near, borne in air, appeared in view +His car which tawny coursers drew, +Like silver cloud, the moon, or sun +Ere yet the day is well begun. +Wreathed with gay garlands, o'er his head +A pure white canopy was spread, +And lovely nymphs stood nigh to hold +Fair chouris with their sticks of gold, +Which, waving in each gentle hand, +The forehead of their monarch fanned. +God, saint, and bard, a radiant ring, +Sang glory to their heavenly King: +Forth into joyful lauds they burst +As Indra with the sage conversed. +Then Rama, when his wondering eyes +Beheld the monarch of the skies, +[pg 234] +To Lakshman quickly called, and showed +The car wherein Lord Indra rode: +“See, brother, see that air-borne car, +Whose wondrous glory shines afar: +Wherefrom so bright a lustre streams +That like a falling sun it seems: +These are the steeds whose fame we know, +Of heavenly race through heaven they go: +These are the steeds who bear the yoke +Of Śakra,412 Him whom all invoke. +Behold these youths, a glorious band, +Toward every wind a hundred stand: +A sword in each right hand is borne, +And rings of gold their arms adorn. +What might in every broad deep chest +And club-like arm is manifest! +Clothed in attire of crimson hue +They show like tigers fierce to view. +Great chains of gold each warder deck, +Gleaming like fire beneath his neck. +The age of each fair youth appears +Some score and five of human years: +The ever-blooming prime which they +Who live in heaven retain for aye: +Such mien these lordly beings wear, +Heroic youths, most bright and fair. +Now, brother, in this spot, I pray, +With the Videhan lady stay, +Till I have certain knowledge who +This being is, so bright to view.” +He spoke, and turning from the spot +Sought Śarabhanga's hermit cot. +But when the lord of Śachí413 saw +The son of Raghu near him draw, +He hastened of the sage to take +His leave, and to his followers spake: +“See, Rama bends his steps this way, +But ere he yet a word can say, +Come, fly to our celestial sphere; +It is not meet he see me here. +Soon victor and triumphant he +In fitter time shall look on me. +Before him still a great emprise, +A task too hard for others, lies.” +Then with all marks of honour high +The Thunderer bade the saint good-bye, +And in his car which coursers drew +Away to heaven the conqueror flew. +Then Rama, Lakshman, and the dame, +To Śarabhanga nearer came, +Who sat beside the holy flame. +Before the ancient sage they bent, +And clasped his feet most reverent; +Then at his invitation found +A seat beside him on the ground. +Then Rama prayed the sage would deign +Lord Indra's visit to explain; +And thus at length the holy man +In answer to his prayer began: +“This Lord of boons has sought me here +To waft me hence to Brahma's sphere, +Won by my penance long and stern,— +A home the lawless ne'er can earn. +But when I knew that thou wast nigh, +To Brahma's world I could not fly +Until these longing eyes were blest +With seeing thee, mine honoured guest. +Since thou, O Prince, hast cheered my sight, +Great-hearted lover of the right, +To heavenly spheres will I repair +And bliss supreme that waits me there. +For I have won, dear Prince, my way +To those fair worlds which ne'er decay, +Celestial seat of Brahma's reign: +Be thine, with me, those worlds to gain.” +Then master of all sacred lore, +Spake Rama to the saint once more: +“I, even I, illustrious sage, +Will make those worlds mine heritage: +But now, I pray, some home assign +Within this holy grove of thine.” +Thus Rama, Indra's peer in might, +Addressed the aged anchorite: +And he, with wisdom well endued, +To Raghu's son his speech renewed: +“Sutíkshna's woodland home is near, +A glorious saint of life austere, +True to the path of duty; he +With highest bliss will prosper thee. +Against the stream thy course must be +Of this fair brook Mandakiní, +Whereon light rafts like blossoms glide; +Then to his cottage turn aside. +There lies thy path: but ere thou go, +Look on me, dear one, till I throw +Aside this mould that girds me in, +As casts the snake his withered skin.” +He spoke, the fire in order laid +With holy oil due offerings made, +And Śarabhanga, glorious sire, +Laid down his body in the fire. +Then rose the flame above his head, +On skin, blood, flesh, and bones it fed, +Till forth, transformed, with radiant hue +Of tender youth, he rose anew, +Far-shining in his bright attire +Came Śarabhanga from the pyre: +Above the home of saints, and those +Who feed the quenchless flame,414 he rose: +Beyond the seat of Gods he passed, +And Brahma's sphere was gained at last. +[pg 235] +The noblest of the twice-born race, +For holy works supreme in place, +The Mighty Father there beheld +Girt round by hosts unparalleled; +And Brahma joying at the sight +Welcomed the glorious anchorite. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_2.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_2.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..797507c73f594fd7fd5c88cc1c34e5c94fe883d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +Canto III. The Argument. + +Valmíki, graceful speaker, heard, +To highest admiration stirred. +To him whose fame the tale rehearsed +He paid his mental worship first; +Then with his pupil humbly bent +Before the saint most eloquent. +Thus honoured and dismissed the seer +Departed to his heavenly sphere. +Then from his cot Valmíki hied +To Tamasa's44 sequestered side, +Not far remote from Ganga's tide. +He stood and saw the ripples roll +Pellucid o'er a pebbly shoal. +To Bharadvaja45 by his side +He turned in ecstasy, and cried: +“See, pupil dear, this lovely sight, +The smooth-floored shallow, pure and bright, +With not a speck or shade to mar, +And clear as good men's bosoms are. +Here on the brink thy pitcher lay, +And bring my zone of bark, I pray. +Here will I bathe: the rill has not, +To lave the limbs, a fairer spot. +Do quickly as I bid, nor waste +The precious time; away, and haste.” +Obedient to his master's hest +Quick from the cot he brought the vest; +The hermit took it from his hand, +And tightened round his waist the band; +Then duly dipped and bathed him there, +And muttered low his secret prayer. +To spirits and to Gods he made +Libation of the stream, and strayed +Viewing the forest deep and wide +That spread its shade on every side. +Close by the bank he saw a pair +Of curlews sporting fearless there. +But suddenly with evil mind +An outcast fowler stole behind, +And, with an aim too sure and true, +The male bird near the hermit slew. +The wretched hen in wild despair +With fluttering pinions beat the air, +And shrieked a long and bitter cry +When low on earth she saw him lie, +Her loved companion, quivering, dead, +His dear wings with his lifeblood red; +And for her golden crested mate +She mourned, and was disconsolate. +The hermit saw the slaughtered bird, +And all his heart with ruth was stirred. +The fowler's impious deed distressed +His gentle sympathetic breast, +And while the curlew's sad cries rang +Within his ears, the hermit sang: +“No fame be thine for endless time, +Because, base outcast, of thy crime, +Whose cruel hand was fain to slay +One of this gentle pair at play!” +E'en as he spoke his bosom wrought +And laboured with the wondering thought +What was the speech his ready tongue +Had uttered when his heart was wrung. +He pondered long upon the speech, +Recalled the words and measured each, +And thus exclaimed the saintly guide +To Bharadvaja by his side: +“With equal lines of even feet, +With rhythm and time and tone complete, +The measured form of words I spoke +In shock of grief be termed a śloke.”46 +And Bharadvaja, nothing slow +His faithful love and zeal to show, +Answered those words of wisdom, “Be +The name, my lord, as pleases thee.” +As rules prescribe the hermit took +Some lustral water from the brook. +But still on this his constant thought +Kept brooding, as his home he sought; +While Bharadvaja paced behind, +A pupil sage of lowly mind, +And in his hand a pitcher bore +With pure fresh water brimming o'er. +Soon as they reached their calm retreat +The holy hermit took his seat; +His mind from worldly cares recalled, +And mused in deepest thought enthralled. +Then glorious Brahma,47 Lord Most High, +Creator of the earth and sky, +[pg 008] +The four-faced God, to meet the sage +Came to Valmíki's hermitage. +Soon as the mighty God he saw, +Up sprang the saint in wondering awe. +Mute, with clasped hands, his head he bent, +And stood before him reverent. +His honoured guest he greeted well, +Who bade him of his welfare tell; +Gave water for his blessed feet, +Brought offerings,48 and prepared a seat. +In honoured place the God Most High +Sate down, and bade the saint sit nigh. +There sate before Valmíki's eyes +The Father of the earth and skies; +But still the hermit's thoughts were bent +On one thing only, all intent +On that poor curlew's mournful fate +Lamenting for her slaughtered mate; +And still his lips, in absent mood, +The verse that told his grief, renewed: +“Woe to the fowler's impious hand +That did the deed that folly planned; +That could to needless death devote +The curlew of the tuneful throat!” +The heavenly Father smiled in glee, +And said, “O best of hermits, see, +A verse, unconscious, thou hast made; +No longer be the task delayed. +Seek not to trace, with labour vain, +The unpremeditated strain. +The tuneful lines thy lips rehearsed +Spontaneous from thy bosom burst. +Then come, O best of seers, relate +The life of Rama good and great, +The tale that saintly Narad told, +In all its glorious length unfold. +Of all the deeds his arm has done +Upon this earth, omit not one, +And thus the noble life record +Of that wise, brave, and virtuous lord. +His every act to day displayed, +His secret life to none betrayed: +How Lakshman, how the giants fought; +With high emprise and hidden thought: +And all that Janak's child49 befell +Where all could see, where none could tell. +The whole of this shall truly be +Made known, O best of saints, to thee. +In all thy poem, through my grace, +No word of falsehood shall have place. +Begin the story, and rehearse +The tale divine in charming verse. +As long as in this firm-set land +The streams shall flow, the mountains stand, +So long throughout the world, be sure, +The great Ramayan shall endure.50 +While the Ramayan's ancient strain +Shall glorious in the earth remain, +To higher spheres shalt thou arise +And dwell with me above the skies.” +He spoke, and vanished into air, +And left Valmíki wondering there. +The pupils of the holy man, +Moved by their love of him, began +To chant that verse, and ever more +They marvelled as they sang it o'er: +“Behold, the four-lined balanced rime, +Repeated over many a time, +In words that from the hermit broke +In shock of grief, becomes a śloke.” +This measure now Valmíki chose +Wherein his story to compose. +In hundreds of such verses, sweet +With equal lines and even feet, +The saintly poet, lofty-souled, +The glorious deeds of Rama told. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_20.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_20.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7f8571f85427ebd77c09be81a65dc527e1fb257b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_20.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto XXI. Visvamitra's Speech. + +Now Daśaratha's pious mind +Meet wedlock for his sons designed; +[pg 033] +With priests and friends the king began +To counsel and prepare his plan. +Such thoughts engaged his bosom, when, +To see Ayodhya's lord of men, +A mighty saint of glorious fame, +The hermit Viśvamitra138 came. +For evil fiends that roam by night +Disturbed him in each holy rite, +And in their strength and frantic rage +Assailed with witcheries the sage. +He came to seek the monarch's aid +To guard the rites the demons stayed, +Unable to a close to bring +One unpolluted offering. +Seeking the king in this dire strait +He said to those who kept the gate: +“Haste, warders, to your master run, +And say that here stands Gadhi's son.” +Soon as they heard the holy man, +To the king's chamber swift they ran +With minds disordered all, and spurred +To wildest zeal by what they heard. +On to the royal hall they sped, +There stood and lowly bowed the head, +And made the lord of men aware +That the great saint was waiting there. +The king with priest and peer arose +And ran the sage to meet, +As Indra from his palace goes +Lord Brahma's self to greet. +When glowing with celestial light +The pious hermit was in sight, +The king, whose mien his transport showed, +The honoured gift for guests bestowed. +Nor did the saint that gift despise, +Offered as holy texts advise; +He kindly asked the earth's great king +How all with him was prospering. +The son of Kuśik139 bade him tell +If all in town and field were well, +All well with friends, and kith and kin, +And royal treasure stored within: +“Do all thy neighbours own thy sway? +Thy foes confess thee yet? +Dost thou continue still to pay +To Gods and men each debt?” +Then he, of hermits first and best, +Vaśishṭha with a smile140 addressed, +And asked him of his welfare too, +Showing him honour as was due. +Then with the sainted hermit all +Went joyous to the monarch's hall, +And sate them down by due degree, +Each one, of rank and dignity. +Joy filled the noble prince's breast +Who thus bespoke the honoured guest: +“As amrit141 by a mortal found, +As rain upon the thirsty ground, +As to an heirless man a son +Born to him of his precious one, +As gain of what we sorely miss, +As sudden dawn of mighty bliss, +So is thy coming here to me: +All welcome, mighty Saint, to thee. +What wish within thy heart hast thou? +If I can please thee, tell me how. +Hail, Saint, from whom all honours flow, +Worthy of all I can bestow. +Blest is my birth with fruit to-day, +Nor has my life been thrown away. +I see the best of Brahman race +And night to glorious morn gives place. +Thou, holy Sage, in days of old +Among the royal saints enrolled, +Didst, penance-glorified, within +The Brahman caste high station win. +'Tis meet and right in many a way +That I to thee should honour pay. +This seems a marvel to mine eyes: +All sin thy visit purifies; +And I by seeing thee, O Sage, +Have reaped the fruit of pilgrimage. +Then say what thou wouldst have me do, +That thou hast sought this interview. +Favoured by thee, my wish is still, +O Hermit, to perform thy will. +Nor needest thou at length explain +The object that thy heart would gain. +Without reserve I grant it now: +My deity, O Lord, art thou.” +The glorious hermit, far renowned, +With highest fame and virtue crowned, +Rejoiced these modest words to hear +Delightful to the mind and ear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_200.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_200.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f1317460f331ca1601287e15385cbea80119c957 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_200.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto VII. Sutíkshna. + +When he his heavenly home had found, +The holy men who dwelt around +To Rama flocked, whose martial fame +Shone glorious as the kindled flame: +Vaikhanasas415 who love the wild, +Pure hermits Balakhilyas416 styled, +Good Samprakshalas,417 saints who live +On rays which moon and daystar give: +Those who with leaves their lives sustain +And those who pound with stones their grain: +And they who lie in pools, and those +Whose corn, save teeth, no winnow knows: +Those who for beds the cold earth use, +And those who every couch refuse: +And those condemned to ceaseless pains, +Whose single foot their weight sustains: +And those who sleep neath open skies, +Whose food the wave or air supplies, +And hermits pure who spend their nights +On ground prepared for sacred rites; +Those who on hills their vigil hold, +Or dripping clothes around them fold: +The devotees who live for prayer, +Or the five fires418 unflinching bear. +On contemplation all intent, +With light that heavenly knowledge lent, +They came to Rama, saint and sage, +In Śarabhanga's hermitage. +The hermit crowd around him pressed, +And thus the virtuous chief addressed: +“The lordship of the earth is thine, +O Prince of old Ikshvaku's line. +Lord of the Gods is Indra, so +Thou art our lord and guide below. +Thy name, the glory of thy might, +Throughout the triple world are bright: +Thy filial love so nobly shown, +Thy truth and virtue well are known. +To thee, O lord, for help we fly, +And on thy love of right rely: +With kindly patience hear us speak, +And grant the boon we humbly seek. +That lord of earth were most unjust, +Foul traitor to his solemn trust, +Who should a sixth of all419 require, +Nor guard his people like a sire. +But he who ever watchful strives +To guard his subjects' wealth and lives, +Dear as himself or, dearer still, +His sons, with earnest heart and will,— +That king, O Raghu's son, secures +High fame that endless years endures, +And he to Brahma's world shall rise, +Made glorious in the eternal skies. +Whate'er, by duty won, the meed +Of saints whom roots and berries feed, +One fourth thereof, for tender care +Of subjects, is the monarch's share. +These, mostly of the Brahman race, +Who make the wood their dwelling-place, +Although a friend in thee they view, +Fall friendless neath the giant crew. +Come, Rama, come, and see hard by +The holy hermits' corpses lie, +Where many a tangled pathway shows +The murderous work of cruel foes. +These wicked fiends the hermits kill— +Who live on Chitrakúṭa's hill, +And blood of slaughtered saints has dyed +Mandakiní and Pampa's side. +No longer can we bear to see +The death of saint and devotee +Whom through the forest day by day +These Rakshasas unpitying slay. +To thee, O Prince, we flee, and crave +Thy guardian help our lives to save. +From these fierce rovers of the night +Defend each stricken anchorite. +Throughout the world 'twere vain to seek +An arm like thine to aid the weak. +O Prince, we pray thee hear our call, +And from these fiends preserve us all.” +The son of Raghu heard the plaint +Of penance-loving sage and saint, +And the good prince his speech renewed +To all the hermit multitude: +“To me, O saints, ye need not sue: +I wait the hests of all of you. +I by mine own occasion led +This mighty forest needs must tread, +[pg 236] +And while I keep my sire's decree +Your lives from threatening foes will free. +I hither came of free accord +To lend the aid by you implored, +And richest meed my toil shall pay, +While here in forest shades I stay. +I long in battle strife to close. +And slay these fiends, the hermits' foes, +That saint and sage may learn aright +My prowess and my brother's might.” +Thus to the saints his promise gave +That prince who still to virtue clave +With never-wandering thought: +And then with Lakshman by his side, +With penance-wealthy men to guide, +Sutíkshna's home he sought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_201.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_201.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8755242a2a1c620f2f2bb4b398167b51ec14ac5a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_201.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto VIII. The Hermitage. + +So Raghu's son, his foemen's dread, +With Síta and his brother sped, +Girt round by many a twice-born sage, +To good Sutíkshna's hermitage.420 +Through woods for many a league he passed, +O'er rushing rivers full and fast, +Until a mountain fair and bright +As lofty Meru rose in sight. +Within its belt of varied wood +Ikshvaku's sons and Síta stood, +Where trees of every foliage bore +Blossom and fruit in endless store. +There coats of bark, like garlands strung, +Before a lonely cottage hung, +And there a hermit, dust-besmeared, +A lotus on his breast, appeared. +Then Rama with obeisance due +Addressed the sage, as near he drew: +“My name is Rama, lord; I seek +Thy presence, saint, with thee to speak. +O sage, whose merits ne'er decay, +Some word unto thy servant say.” +The sage his eyes on Rama bent, +Of virtue's friends preëminent; +Then words like these he spoke, and pressed +The son of Raghu to his breast: +“Welcome to thee, illustrious youth, +Best champion of the rights of truth! +By thine approach this holy ground +A worthy lord this day has found. +I could not quit this mortal frame +Till thou shouldst come, O dear to fame: +To heavenly spheres I would not rise, +Expecting thee with eager eyes. +I knew that thou, unkinged, hadst made +Thy home in Chitrakúṭa's shade. +E'en now, O Rama, Indra, lord +Supreme by all the Gods adored, +King of the Hundred Offerings,421 said, +When he my dwelling visited, +That the good works that I have done +My choice of all the worlds have won. +Accept this meed of holy vows, +And with thy brother and thy spouse, +Roam, through my favour, in the sky +Which saints celestial glorify.” +To that bright sage, of penance stern, +The high-souled Rama spake in turn, +As Vasava422 who rules the skies +To Brahma's gracious speech replies: +“I of myself those worlds will win, +O mighty hermit pure from sin: +But now, O saint, I pray thee tell +Where I within this wood may dwell: +For I by Śarabhanga old, +The son of Gautama, was told +That thou in every lore art wise, +And seest all with loving eyes.” +Thus to the saint, whose glories high +Filled all the world, he made reply: +And thus again the holy man +His pleasant speech with joy began: +“This calm retreat, O Prince, is blest +With many a charm: here take thy rest. +Here roots and kindly fruits abound, +And hermits love the holy ground. +Fair silvan beasts and gentle deer +In herds unnumbered wander here: +And as they roam, secure from harm, +Our eyes with grace and beauty charm: +Except the beasts in thickets bred, +This grove of ours has naught to dread.” +The hermit's speech when Rama heard,— +The hero ne'er by terror stirred,— +On his great bow his hand he laid, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“O saint, my darts of keenest steel, +Armed with their murderous barbs, would deal +Destruction mid the silvan race +That flocks around thy dwelling-place. +Most wretched then my fate would be +For such dishonour shown to thee: +And only for the briefest stay +Would I within this grove delay.” +He spoke and ceased. With pious care +He turned him to his evening prayer, +Performed each customary rite, +And sought his lodging for the night, +With Síta and his brother laid +[pg 237] +Beneath the grove's delightful shade, +First good Sutíkshna, as elsewhere, when he saw +The shades of night around them draw, +With hospitable care +The princely chieftains entertained +With store of choicest food ordained +For holy hermit's fare. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_202.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_202.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..768568ad11bb20c2b46408695607593606167bc9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_202.txt @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +Canto IX. Síta's Speech. + +So Rama and Sumitra's son, +When every honour due was done, +Slept through the night. When morning broke, +The heroes from their rest awoke. +Betimes the son of Raghu rose, +With gentle Síta, from repose, +And sipped the cool delicious wave +Sweet with the scent the lotus gave, +Then to the Gods and sacred flame +The heroes and the lady came, +And bent their heads in honour meet +Within the hermit's pure retreat. +When every stain was purged away, +They saw the rising Lord of Day: +Then to Sutíkshna's side they went, +And softly spoke, most reverent: +“Well have we slept, O holy lord, +Honoured of thee by all adored: +Now leave to journey forth we pray: +These hermits urge us on our way. +We haste to visit, wandering by, +The ascetics' homes that round you lie, +And roaming Danḍak's mighty wood +To view each saintly brotherhood, +For thy permission now we sue, +With these high saints to duty true, +By penance taught each sense to tame,— +In lustre like the smokeless flame. +Ere on our brows the sun can beat +With fierce intolerable heat. +Like some unworthy lord who wins +His power by tyranny and sins, +O saint, we fain would part.” The three +Bent humbly to the devotee. +He raised the princes as they pressed +His feet, and strained them to his breast; +And then the chief of devotees +Bespake them both in words like these: +“Go with thy brother, Rama, go, +Pursue thy path untouched by woe: +Go with thy faithful Síta, she +Still like a shadow follows thee. +Roam Danḍak wood observing well +The pleasant homes where hermits dwell,— +Pure saints whose ordered souls adhere +To penance rites and vows austere. +There plenteous roots and berries grow, +And noble trees their blossoms show, +And gentle deer and birds of air +In peaceful troops are gathered there. +There see the full-blown lotus stud +The bosom of the lucid flood, +And watch the joyous mallard shake +The reeds that fringe the pool and lake. +See with delighted eye the rill +Leap sparkling from her parent hill, +And hear the woods that round thee lie +Reëcho to the peacock's cry. +And as I bid thy brother, so, +Sumitra's child, I bid thee go. +Go forth, these varied beauties see, +And then once more return to me.” +Thus spake the sage Sutíkshna: both +The chiefs assented, nothing loth, +Round him with circling steps they paced, +Then for the road prepared with haste. +There Síta stood, the dame long-eyed, +Fair quivers round their waists she tied, +And gave each prince his trusty bow, +And sword which ne'er a spot might know. +Each took his quiver from her hand. +And clanging bow and gleaming brand: +Then from the hermits' home the two +Went forth each woodland scene to view. +Each beauteous in the bloom of age, +Dismissed by that illustrious sage, +With bow and sword accoutred, hied +Away, and Síta by their side. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_203.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_203.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d00a258fa5a0a2070d39c7dd91c4eb7b213e9ade --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_203.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto X. Rama's Reply. + +Blest by the sage, when Raghu's son +His onward journey had begun, +Thus in her soft tone Síta, meek +With modest fear, began to speak: +“One little slip the great may lead +To shame that follows lawless deed: +Such shame, my lord, as still must cling +To faults from low desire that spring. +Three several sins defile the soul, +Born of desire that spurns control: +First, utterance of a lying word, +Then, viler both, the next, and third: +The lawless love of other's wife, +The thirst of blood uncaused by strife. +The first, O Raghu's son, in thee +None yet has found, none e'er shall see. +Love of another's dame destroys +All merit, lost for guilty joys: +Rama, such crime in thee, I ween, +Has ne'er been found, shall ne'er be seen: +The very thought, my princely lord, +Is in thy secret soul abhorred. +[pg 238] +For thou hast ever been the same +Fond lover of thine own dear dame, +Content with faithful heart to do +Thy father's will, most just and true: +Justice, and faith, and many a grace +In thee have found a resting-place. +Such virtues, Prince, the good may gain +Who empire o'er each sense retain; +And well canst thou, with loving view +Regarding all, each sense subdue. +But for the third, the lust that strives, +Insatiate still, for others' lives,— +Fond thirst of blood where hate is none,— +This, O my lord, thou wilt not shun. +Thou hast but now a promise made, +The saints of Danḍak wood to aid: +And to protect their lives from ill +The giants' blood in tight wilt spill: +And from thy promise lasting fame +Will glorify the forest's name. +Armed with thy bow and arrows thou +Forth with thy brother journeyest now, +While as I think how true thou art +Fears for thy bliss assail my heart, +And all my spirit at the sight +Is troubled with a strange affright. +I like it not—it seems not good— +Thy going thus to Danḍak wood: +And I, if thou wilt mark me well, +The reason of my fear will tell. +Thou with thy brother, bow in hand, +Beneath those ancient trees wilt stand, +And thy keen arrows will not spare +Wood-rovers who will meet thee there. +For as the fuel food supplies +That bids the dormant flame arise, +Thus when the warrior grasps his bow +He feels his breast with ardour glow. +Deep in a holy grove, of yore, +Where bird and beast from strife forbore, +Śuchi beneath the sheltering boughs, +A truthful hermit kept his vows. +Then Indra, Śachí's heavenly lord, +Armed like a warrior with a sword, +Came to his tranquil home to spoil +The hermit of his holy toil, +And left the glorious weapon there +Entrusted to the hermit's care, +A pledge for him to keep, whose mind +To fervent zeal was all resigned. +He took the brand: with utmost heed +He kept it for the warrior's need: +To keep his trust he fondly strove +When roaming in the neighbouring grove: +Whene'er for roots and fruit he strayed +Still by his side he bore the blade: +Still on his sacred charge intent, +He took his treasure when he went. +As day by day that brand he wore, +The hermit, rich in merit's store +From penance rites each thought withdrew, +And fierce and wild his spirit grew. +With heedless soul he spurned the right, +And found in cruel deeds delight. +So, living with the sword, he fell, +A ruined hermit, down to hell. +This tale applies to those who deal +Too closely with the warrior's steel: +The steel to warriors is the same +As fuel to the smouldering flame. +Sincere affection prompts my speech: +I honour where I fain would teach. +Mayst thou, thus armed with shaft and bow, +So dire a longing never know +As, when no hatred prompts the fray, +These giants of the wood to slay: +For he who kills without offence +Shall win but little glory thence. +The bow the warrior joys to bend +Is lent him for a nobler end, +That he may save and succour those +Who watch in woods when pressed by foes. +What, matched with woods, is bow or steel? +What, warrior's arm with hermit's zeal? +We with such might have naught to do: +The forest rule should guide us too. +But when Ayodhya hails thee lord, +Be then thy warrior life restored: +So shall thy sire423 and mother joy +In bliss that naught may e'er destroy. +And if, resigning empire, thou +Submit thee to the hermit's vow, +The noblest gain from virtue springs, +And virtue joy unending brings. +All earthly blessings virtue sends: +On virtue all the world depends. +Those who with vow and fasting tame +To due restraint the mind and frame, +Win by their labour, nobly wise, +The highest virtue for their prize. +Pure in the hermit's grove remain, +True to thy duty, free from stain. +But the three worlds are open thrown +To thee, by whom all things are known. +Who gave me power that I should dare +His duty to my lord declare? +'Tis woman's fancy, light as air, +That moves my foolish breast. +Now with thy brother counsel take, +Reflect, thy choice with judgment make, +And do what seems the best.” +[pg 239] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_204.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_204.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e5538332149d01471106368c84171308dff94419 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_204.txt @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +Canto XI. Agastya. + +The words that Síta uttered, spurred +By truest love, the hero heard: +Then he who ne'er from virtue strayed +To Janak's child his answer made: +“In thy wise speech, sweet love, I find +True impress of thy gentle mind, +Well skilled the warrior's path to trace, +Thou pride of Janak's ancient race. +What fitting answer shall I frame +To thy good words, my honoured dame? +Thou sayst the warrior bears the bow +That misery's tears may cease to flow; +And those pure saints who love the shade +Of Danḍak wood are sore dismayed. +They sought me of their own accord, +With suppliant prayers my aid implored: +They, fed on roots and fruit, who spend +Their lives where bosky wilds extend, +My timid love, enjoy no rest +By these malignant fiends distressed. +These make the flesh of man their meat: +The helpless saints they kill and eat. +The hermits sought my side, the chief +Of Brahman race declared their grief. +I heard, and from my lips there fell +The words which thou rememberest well: +I listened as the hermits cried, +And to their prayers I thus replied: +“Your favour, gracious lords, I claim, +O'erwhelmed with this enormous shame +That Brahmans, great and pure as you, +Who should be sought, to me should sue.” +And then before the saintly crowd, +“What can I do?” I cried aloud. +Then from the trembling hermits broke +One long sad cry, and thus they spoke: +“Fiends of the wood, who wear at will +Each varied shape, afflict us still. +To thee in our distress we fly: +O help us, Rama, or we die. +When sacred rites of fire are due, +When changing moons are full or new, +These fiends who bleeding flesh devour +Assail us with resistless power. +They with their cruel might torment +The hermits on their vows intent: +We look around for help and see +Our surest refuge, Prince, in thee. +We, armed with powers of penance, might +Destroy the rovers of the night: +But loth were we to bring to naught +The merit years of toil have bought. +Our penance rites are grown too hard, +By many a check and trouble barred, +But though our saints for food are slain +The withering curse we yet restrain. +Thus many a weary day distressed +By giants who this wood infest, +We see at length deliverance, thou +With Lakshman art our guardian now.” +As thus the troubled hermits prayed, +I promised, dame, my ready aid, +And now—for truth I hold most dear— +Still to my word must I adhere. +My love, I might endure to be +Deprived of Lakshman, life, and thee, +But ne'er deny my promise, ne'er +To Brahmans break the oath I sware. +I must, enforced by high constraint, +Protect them all. Each suffering saint +In me, unasked, his help had found; +Still more in one by promise bound. +I know thy words, mine own dear dame, +From thy sweet heart's affection came: +I thank thee for thy gentle speech, +For those we love are those we teach. +'Tis like thyself, O fair of face, +'Tis worthy of thy noble race: +Dearer than life, thy feet are set +In righteous paths they ne'er forget.” +Thus to the Maithil monarch's child, +His own dear wife, in accents mild +The high-souled hero said: +Then to the holy groves which lay +Beyond them fair to see, their way +The bow-armed chieftain led. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_205.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_205.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e3d2eb240228bbd5684a9e1b3955be9d3b694d6f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_205.txt @@ -0,0 +1,386 @@ +Canto XII. The Heavenly Bow. + +Rama went foremost of the three, +Next Síta, followed, fair to see, +And Lakshman with his bow in hand +Walked hindmost of the little band. +As onward through the wood they went, +With great delight their eyes were bent +On rocky heights beside the way +And lofty trees with blossoms gay; +And streamlets running fair and fast +The royal youths with Síta passed. +They watched the saras and the drake +On islets of the stream and lake, +And gazed delighted on the floods +Bright with gay birds and lotus buds. +They saw in startled herds the roes, +The passion-frenzied buffaloes, +Wild elephants who fiercely tore +The tender trees, and many a boar. +A length of woodland way they passed, +And when the sun was low at last +A lovely stream-fed lake they spied, +Two leagues across from side to side. +Tall elephants fresh beauty gave +To grassy bank and lilied wave, +[pg 240] +By many a swan and saras stirred, +Mallard, and gay-winged water-bird. +From those sweet waters, loud and long, +Though none was seen to wake the song, +Swelled high the singer's music blent +With each melodious instrument. +Rama and car-borne Lakshman heard +The charming strain, with wonder stirred, +Turned on the margent of the lake +To Dharmabhrit424 the sage, and spake: +“Our longing souls, O hermit, burn +This music of the lake to learn: +We pray thee, noblest sage, explain +The cause of the mysterious strain.” +He, as the son of Raghu prayed, +With swift accord his answer made, +And thus the hermit, virtuous-souled, +The story of the fair lake told: +“Through every age 'tis known to fame, +Panchapsaras425 its glorious name, +By holy Manḍakarni wrought +With power his rites austere had bought. +For he, great votarist, intent +On strictest rule his stern life spent. +Ten thousand years the stream his bed, +Ten thousand years on air he fed. +Then on the blessed Gods who dwell +In heavenly homes great terror fell: +They gathered all, by Agni led, +And counselled thus disquieted: +“The hermit by ascetic pain +The seat of one of us would gain.” +Thus with their hearts by fear oppressed +In full assembly spoke the Blest, +And bade five loveliest nymphs, as fair +As lightning in the evening air, +Armed with their winning wiles, seduce +From his stern vows the great recluse. +Though lore of earth and heaven he knew, +The hermit from his task they drew, +And made the great ascetic slave +To conquering love, the Gods to save. +Each of the heavenly five became, +Bound to the sage, his wedded dame; +And he, for his beloved's sake, +Formed a fair palace neath the lake. +Under the flood the ladies live, +To joy and ease their days they give, +And lap in bliss the hermit wooed +From penance rites to youth renewed. +So when the sportive nymphs within +Those secret bowers their play begin, +You hear the singers' dulcet tones +Blend sweetly with their tinkling zones.” +“How wondrous are these words of thine!” +Cried the famed chiefs of Raghu's line, +As thus they heard the sage unfold +The marvels of the tale he told. +As Rama spake, his eyes were bent +Upon a hermit settlement +With light of heavenly lore endued, +With sacred grass and vesture strewed. +His wife and brother by his side, +Within the holy bounds he hied, +And there, with honour entertained +By all the saints, a while remained. +In time, by due succession led, +Each votary's cot he visited, +And then the lord of martial lore, +Returned where he had lodged before. +Here for the months, content, he stayed, +There for a year his visit paid: +Here for four months his home would fix, +There, as it chanced, for five or six. +Here for eight months and there for three +The son of Raghu's stay would be: +Here weeks, there fortnights, more or less, +He spent in tranquil happiness. +As there the hero dwelt at ease +Among those holy devotees, +In days untroubled o'er his head +Ten circling years of pleasure fled. +So Raghu's son in duty trained +A while in every cot remained, +Then with his dame retraced the road +To good Sutíkshna's calm abode. +Hailed by the saints with honours due +Near to the hermit's home he drew, +And there the tamer of his foes +Dwelt for a time in sweet repose. +One day within that holy wood +By saint Sutíkshna Rama stood, +And thus the prince with reverence meek +To that high sage began to speak: +“In the wide woodlands that extend +Around us, lord most reverend, +As frequent voice of rumour tells, +Agastya, saintliest hermit, dwells. +So vast the wood, I cannot trace +The path to reach his dwelling place, +Nor, searching unassisted, find +That hermit of the thoughtful mind. +I with my wife and brother fain +Would go, his favour to obtain, +Would seek him in his lone retreat +And the great saint with reverence greet. +This one desire, O Master, long +Cherished within my heart, is strong, +That I may pay of free accord +My duty to that hermit lord.” +As thus the prince whose heart was bent +On virtue told his firm intent, +The good Sutíkshna's joy rose high, +And thus in turn he made reply: +“The very thing, O Prince, which thou +Hast sought, I wished to urge but now, +Bid thee with wife and brother see +[pg 241] +Agastya, glorious devotee. +I count this thing an omen fair +That thou shouldst thus thy wish declare, +And I, my Prince, will gladly teach +The way Agastya's home to reach. +Southward, dear son, direct thy feet +Eight leagues beyond this still retreat: +Agastya's hermit brother there +Dwells in a home most bright and fair. +'Tis on a knoll of woody ground, +With many a branching Pippal426 crowned: +There sweet birds' voices ne'er are mute, +And trees are gay with flower and fruit. +There many a lake gleams bright and cool, +And lilies deck each pleasant pool, +While swan, and crane, and mallard's wings +Are lovely in the water-springs. +There for one night, O Rama, stay, +And with the dawn pursue thy way. +Still farther, bending southward, by +The thicket's edge the course must lie, +And thou wilt see, two leagues from thence +Agastya's lovely residence, +Set in the woodland's fairest spot, +All varied foliage decks the cot: +There Síta, Lakshman thou, at ease +May spend sweet hours neath shady trees, +For all of noblest growth are found +Luxuriant on that bosky ground. +If it be still thy firm intent +To see that saint preëminent, +O mighty counsellor, this day +Depart upon thine onward way.” +The hermit spake, and Rama bent +His head, with Lakshman, reverent, +And then with him and Janak's child +Set out to trace the forest wild. +He saw dark woods that fringed the road, +And distant hills like clouds that showed, +And, as the way he followed, met +With many a lake and rivulet. +So passing on with ease where led +The path Sutíkshna bade him tread, +The hero with exulting breast +His brother in these words addressed: +“Here, surely, is the home, in sight, +Of that illustrious anchorite: +Here great Agastya's brother leads +A life intent on holy deeds. +Warned of each guiding mark and sign, +I see them all herein combine: +I see the branches bending low +Beneath the flowers and fruit they show. +A soft air from the forest springs, +Fresh from the odorous grass, and brings +A spicy fragrance as it flees +O'er the ripe fruit of Pippal trees. +See, here and there around us high +Piled up in heaps cleft billets lie, +And holy grass is gathered, bright +As strips of shining lazulite. +Full in the centre of the shade +The hermits' holy fire is laid: +I see its smoke the pure heaven streak +Dense as a big cloud's dusky peak. +The twice-born men their steps retrace +From each sequestered bathing-place, +And each his sacred gift has brought +Of blossoms which his hands have sought. +Of all these signs, dear brother, each +Agrees with good Sutíkshna's speech, +And doubtless in this holy bound +Agastya's brother will be found. +Agastya once, the worlds who viewed +With love, a Deathlike fiend subdued, +And armed with mighty power, obtained +By holy works, this grove ordained +To be a refuge and defence +From all oppressors' violence. +In days of yore within this place +Two brothers fierce of demon race, +Vatapi dire and Ilval, dwelt, +And slaughter mid the Brahmans dealt. +A Brahman's form, the fiend to cloak, +Fierce Ilval wore, and Sanskrit spoke, +And twice-born sages would invite +To solemnize some funeral rite. +His brother's flesh, concealed within +A ram's false shape and borrowed skin,— +As men are wont at funeral feasts,— +He dressed and fed those gathered priests. +The holy men, unweeting ill, +Took of the food and ate their fill. +Then Ilval with a mighty shout +Exclaimed “Vatapi, issue out.” +Soon as his brother's voice he heard, +The fiend with ram-like bleating stirred: +Rending in pieces every frame, +Forth from the dying priests he came. +So they who changed their forms at will +Thousands of Brahmans dared to kill,— +Fierce fiends who loved each cruel deed, +And joyed on bleeding flesh to feed. +Agastya, mighty hermit, pressed +To funeral banquet like the rest, +Obedient to the Gods' appeal +Ate up the monster at a meal. +“'Tis done, 'tis done,” fierce Ilval cried, +And water for his hands supplied: +Then lifting up his voice he spake: +“Forth, brother, from thy prison break.” +Then him who called the fiend, who long +Had wrought the suffering Brahmans wrong, +Thus thoughtful-souled Agastya, best +Of hermits, with a smile addressed: +“How, Rakshas, is the fiend empowered +To issue forth whom I devoured? +Thy brother in a ram's disguise +Is gone where Yama's kingdom lies.” +[pg 242] +When from the words Agastya said +He knew his brother fiend was dead, +His soul on fire with vengeful rage, +Rushed the night-rover at the sage. +One lightning glance of fury, hot +As fire, the glorious hermit shot, +As the fiend neared him in his stride, +And straight, consumed to dust, he died. +In pity for the Brahmans' plight +Agastya wrought this deed of might: +This grove which lakes and fair trees grace +In his great brother's dwelling place.” +As Rama thus the tale rehearsed, +And with Sumitra's son conversed, +The setting sun his last rays shed, +And evening o'er the land was spread. +A while the princely brothers stayed +And even rites in order paid, +Then to the holy grove they drew +And hailed the saint with honour due. +With courtesy was Rama met +By that illustrious anchoret, +And for one night he rested there +Regaled with fruit and hermit fare. +But when the night had reached its close, +And the sun's glorious circle rose, +The son of Raghu left his bed +And to the hermit's brother said: +“Well rested in thy hermit cell, +I stand, O saint, to bid farewell; +For with thy leave I journey hence +Thy brother saint to reverence.” +“Go, Rama go,” the sage replied: +Then from the cot the chieftain hied. +And while the pleasant grove he viewed, +The path the hermit showed, pursued. +Of every leaf, of changing hue. +Plants, trees by hundreds round him grew, +With joyous eyes he looked on all, +Then Jak,427 the wild rice, and Sal;428 +He saw the red Hibiscus glow, +He saw the flower-tipped creeper throw +The glory of her clusters o'er +Tall trees that loads of blossom bore. +Some, elephants had prostrate laid, +In some the monkeys leapt and played, +And through the whole wide forest rang +The charm of gay birds as they sang. +Then Rama of the lotus eye +To Lakshman turned who followed nigh, +And thus the hero youth impressed +With Fortune's favouring signs, addressed: +“How soft the leaves of every tree, +How tame each bird and beast we see! +Soon the fair home shall we behold +Of that great hermit tranquil-souled. +The deed the good Agastya wrought +High fame throughout the world has bought: +I see, I see his calm retreat +That balms the pain of weary feet. +Where white clouds rise from flames beneath, +Where bark-coats lie with many a wreath, +Where silvan things, made gentle, throng, +And every bird is loud in song. +With ruth for suffering creatures filled, +A deathlike fiend with might he killed, +And gave this southern realm to be +A refuge, from oppression free. +There stands his home, whose dreaded might +Has put the giant crew to flight, +Who view with envious eyes afar +The peaceful shades they cannot mar. +Since that most holy saint has made +His dwelling in this lovely shade, +Checked by his might the giant brood +Have dwelt in peace with souls subdued. +And all this southern realm, within +Whose bounds no fiend may entrance win, +Now bears a name which naught may dim, +Made glorious through the worlds by him. +When Vindhya, best of hills, would stay +The journey of the Lord of Day, +Obedient to the saint's behest +He bowed for aye his humbled crest. +That hoary hermit, world-renowned +For holy deeds, within this ground +Has set his pure and blessed home, +Where gentle silvan creatures roam. +Agastya, whom the worlds revere, +Pure saint to whom the good are dear, +To us his guests all grace will show, +Enriched with blessings ere we go. +I to this aim each thought will turn, +The favour of the saint to earn, +That here in comfort may be spent +The last years of our banishment. +Here sanctities and high saints stand, +Gods, minstrels of the heavenly band; +Upon Agastya's will they wait, +And serve him, pure and temperate. +The liar's tongue, the tyrant's mind +Within these bounds no home may find: +No cheat, no sinner here can be: +So holy and so good is he. +Here birds and lords of serpent race, +Spirits and Gods who haunt the place, +Content with scanty fare remain, +As merit's meed they strive to gain. +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, +[pg 243] +Immortal life and spirithood. +Now, Lakshman, we are near the place: +Do thou precede a little space, +And tell the mighty saint that I +With Síta at my side am 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Agastya's Counsel. + +He spoke: the younger prince obeyed: +Within the bounds his way he made, +And thus addressed, whom first he met, +A pupil of the anchoret: +“Brave Rama, eldest born, who springs, +From Daśaratha, hither brings +His wife the lady Síta: he +Would fain the holy hermit see. +Lakshman am I—if happy fame +E'er to thine ears has brought the name— +His younger brother, prompt to do +His will, devoted, fond, and true. +We, through our royal sire's decree, +To the dread woods were forced to flee. +Tell the great Master, I entreat, +Our earnest wish our lord to greet.” +He spoke: the hermit rich in store +Of fervid zeal and sacred lore, +Sought the pure shrine which held the fire, +To bear his message to the sire. +Soon as he reached the saint most bright +In sanctity's surpassing might, +He cried, uplifting reverent hands: +“Lord Rama near thy cottage stands.” +Then spoke Agastya's pupil dear +The message for his lord to hear: +“Rama and Lakshman, chiefs who spring +From Daśaratha, glorious king, +Thy hermitage e'en now have sought, +And lady Síta with them brought. +The tamers of the foe are here +To see thee, Master, and revere. +'Tis thine thy further will to say: +Deign to command, and we obey.” +When from his pupil's lips he knew +The presence of the princely two, +And Síta born to fortune high. +The glorious hermit made reply: +“Great joy at last is mine this day +That Rama hither finds his way, +For long my soul has yearned to see +The prince who comes to visit me. +Go forth, go forth, and hither bring +The royal three with welcoming: +Lead Rama in and place him near: +Why stands he not already here?” +Thus ordered by the hermit, who, +Lord of his thought, all duty knew, +His reverent hands together laid, +The pupil answered and obeyed. +Forth from the place with speed he ran, +To Lakshman came and thus began: +“Where is he? let not Rama wait, +But speed, the sage to venerate.” +Then with the pupil Lakshman went +Across the hermit settlement, +And showed him Rama where he stood +With Janak's daughter in the wood. +The pupil then his message spake +Which the kind hermit bade him take; +Then led the honoured Rama thence +And brought him in with reverence. +As nigh the royal Rama came +With Lakshman and the Maithil dame, +He viewed the herds of gentle deer +Roaming the garden free from fear. +As through the sacred grove he trod +He viewed the seat of many a God, +Brahma and Agni,429 Sun and Moon, +And His who sends each golden boon;430 +Here Vishnu's stood, there Bhaga's431 shrine, +And there Mahendra's, Lord divine; +Here His who formed this earthly frame,432 +His there from whom all beings came.433 +Vayu's,434 and His who loves to hold +The great noose, Varun435 mighty-souled: +Here was the Vasus'436 shrine to see, +Here that of sacred Gayatrí,437 +The king of serpents438 here had place, +And he who rules the feathered race.439 +Here Kartikeya,440 warrior lord, +And there was Justice King adored. +Then with disciples girt about +The mighty saint himself came out: +Through fierce devotion bright as flame +Before the rest the Master came: +And then to Lakshman, fortune blest, +Rama these hasty words addressed: +“Behold, Agastya's self draws near, +The mighty saint, whom all revere: +With spirit raised I meet my lord +With richest wealth of penance stored.” +The strong-armed hero spake, and ran +Forward to meet the sunbright man. +Before him, as he came, he bent +And clasped his feet most reverent, +Then rearing up his stately height +Stood suppliant by the anchorite, +While Lakshman's strength and Síta's grace +Stood by the pride of Raghu's race. +[pg 244] +The sage his arms round Rama threw +And welcomed him with honours due, +Asked, was all well, with question sweet, +And bade the hero to a seat. +With holy oil he fed the flame, +He brought the gifts which strangers claim, +And kindly waiting on the three +With honours due to high degree, +He gave with hospitable care +A simple hermit's woodland fare. +Then sat the reverend father, first +Of hermits, deep in duty versed. +And thus to suppliant Rama, bred +In all the lore of virtue, said: +“Did the false hermit, Prince, neglect +To hail his guest with due respect, +He must,—the doom the perjured meet,— +His proper flesh hereafter eat. +A car-borne king, a lord who sways +The earth, and virtue's law obeys, +Worthy of highest honour, thou +Hast sought, dear guest, my cottage now.” +He spoke: with fruit and hermit fare, +With every bloom the branches bare, +Agastya graced his honoured guest, +And thus with gentle words addressed: +“Accept this mighty bow, divine, +Whereon red gold and diamonds shine; +'Twas by the Heavenly Artist planned +For Vishnu's own almighty hand; +This God-sent shaft of sunbright hue, +Whose deadly flight is ever true, +By Lord Mahendra given of yore: +This quiver with its endless store. +Keen arrows hurtling to their aim +Like kindled fires that flash and flame: +Accept, in golden sheath encased, +This sword with hilt of rich gold graced. +Armed with this best of bows +Lord Vishnu slew his demon foes, +And mid the dwellers in the skies +Won brilliant glory for his prize. +The bow, the quivers, shaft, and sword +Received from me, O glorious lord: +These conquest to thine arm shall bring, +As thunder to the thunder's King.” +The splendid hermit bade him take +The noble weapons as he spake, +And as the prince accepted each +In words like these renewed his speech: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_207.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_207.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9dbf6c206a3107a3088b5ccd42773264880b5e53 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_207.txt @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +Canto XIV. Jatayus. + +“O Rama, great delight I feel, +Pleased, Lakshman, with thy faithful zeal, +That you within these shades I see +With Síta come to honour me. +But wandering through the rough rude wild +Has wearied Janak's gentle child: +With labours of the way oppressed +The Maithil lady longs for rest. +Young, delicate, and soft, and fair, +Such toils as these untrained to bear, +Her wifely love the dame has led +The forest's troubled ways to tread. +Here, Rama, see that naught annoy +Her easy hours of tranquil joy: +A glorious task has she assayed, +To follow thee through woodland shade. +Since first from Nature's hand she came, +A woman's mood is still the same, +When Fortune smiles, her love to show, +And leave her lord in want and woe. +No pity then her heart can feel, +She arms her soul with warrior's steel, +Swift as the storm or Feathered King, +Uncertain as the lightning's wing. +Not so thy spouse: her purer mind +Shrinks from the faults of womankind; +Like chaste Arundhatí441 above, +A paragon of faithful love. +Let these blest shades, dear Rama, be +A home for Lakshman, her, and thee.” +With raised hands reverently meek +He heard the holy hermit speak, +And humbly thus addressed the sire +Whose glory shone like kindled fire: +“How blest am I, what thanks I owe +That our great Master deigns to show +His favour, that his heart can be +Content with Lakshman, Síta, me. +Show me, I pray, some spot of ground +Where thick trees wave and springs abound, +That I may raise my hermit cell +And there in tranquil pleasure dwell.” +Then thus replied Agastya, best +Of hermits, to the chief's request: +When for a little he had bent +His thoughts, upon that prayer intent: +“Beloved son, four leagues away +Is Panchavaṭí bright and gay: +Thronged with its deer, most fair it looks +With berries, fruit, and water-brooks. +There build thee with thy brother's aid +A cottage in the quiet shade, +And faithful to thy sire's behest, +Obedient to the sentence, rest. +For well, O sinless chieftain, well +I know thy tale, how all befell: +Stern penance and the love I bore +Thy royal sire supply the lore. +To me long rites and fervid zeal +The wish that stirs thy heart reveal, +And hence my guest I bade thee be, +That this pure grove might shelter thee. +[pg 245] +So now, thereafter, thus I speak: +The shades of Panchavaṭí seek; +That tranquil spot is bright and fair, +And Síta will be happy there. +Not far remote from here it lies, +A grove to charm thy loving eyes, +Godavarí's pure stream is nigh: +There Síta's days will sweetly fly. +Pure, lovely, rich in many a charm, +O hero of the mighty arm, +'Tis gay with every plant and fruit, +And throngs of gay buds never mute. +Thou, true to virtue's path, hast might +To screen each trusting anchorite, +And wilt from thy new home defend +The hermits who on thee depend. +Now yonder, Prince, direct thine eyes +Where dense Madhúka442 woods arise: +Pierce their dark shade, and issuing forth +Turn to a fig-tree on the north: +Then onward up a sloping mead +Flanked by a hill the way will lead: +There Panchavaṭí, ever gay +With ceaseless bloom, thy steps will stay.” +The hermit ceased: the princely two +With seemly honours bade adieu: +With reverential awe each youth +Bowed to the saint whose word was truth, +And then, dismissed with Síta, they +To Panchavaṭí took their way. +Thus when each royal prince had grasped +His warrior's mighty bow, and clasped +His quiver to his side, +With watchful eyes along the road +The glorious saint Agastya showed, +Dauntless in fight the brothers strode, +And Síta with them hied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_208.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_208.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..171284ff3146792159fec88951e8aba4663d88cd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_208.txt @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +Canto XV. Panchavatí. + +Then as the son of Raghu made +His way to Panchavaṭí's shade, +A mighty vulture he beheld +Of size and strength unparalleled. +The princes, when the bird they saw, +Approached with reverence and awe, +And as his giant form they eyed, +“Tell who thou art,” in wonder cried. +The bird, as though their hearts to gain, +Addressed them thus in gentlest strain; +“In me, dear sons, the friend behold +Your royal father loved of old.” +He spoke: nor long did Rama wait +His sire's dear friend to venerate: +He bade the bird declare his name +And the high race of which he came. +When Raghu's son had spoken, he +Declared his name and pedigree, +His words prolonging to disclose +How all the things that be arose: +“List while I tell, O Raghu's son, +The first-born Fathers, one by one, +Great Lords of Life, whence all in earth +And all in heaven derive their birth. +First Kardam heads the glorious race +Where Vikrit holds the second place, +With Śesha, Sanśray next in line, +And Bahuputra's might divine. +Then Sthanu and Maríchi came, +Atri, and Kratu's forceful frame. +Pulastya followed, next to him +Angiras' name shall ne'er be dim. +Prachetas, Pulah next, and then +Daksha, Vivasvat praised of men: +Aríshṭanemi next, and last +Kaśyap in glory unsurpassed. +From Daksha,—fame the tale has told—: +Three-score bright daughters sprang of old. +Of these fair-waisted nymphs the great +Lord Kaśyap sought and wedded eight, +Aditi, Diti, Kalaka, +Tamra, Danú, and Anala, +And Krodhavasa swift to ire, +And Manu443 glorious as her sire. +Then when the mighty Kaśyap cried +Delighted to each tender bride: +“Sons shalt thou bear, to rule the three +Great worlds, in might resembling me.” +[pg 246] +Aditi, Diti, and Danú +Obeyed his will as consorts true, +And Kalaka; but all the rest +Refused to hear their lord's behest. +First Aditi conceived, and she, +Mother of thirty Gods and three, +The Vasus and adityas bare, +Rudras, and Aśvins, heavenly pair. +Of Diti sprang the Daityas: fame +Delights to laud their ancient name. +In days of yore their empire dread +O'er earth and woods and ocean spread. +Danú was mother of a child, +O hero, Aśvagríva styled, +And Narak next and Kalak came +Of Kalaka, celestial dame. +Of Tamra, too, five daughters bright +In deathless glory sprang to light. +Ennobling fame still keeps alive +The titles of the lovely five: +Immortal honour still she claims +For Kraunchí, Bhasí, Śyení's names. +And wills not that the world forget +Śukí or Dhritarashtrí yet. +Then Kraunchí bare the crane and owl, +And Bhasí tribes of water fowl: +Vultures and hawks that race through air +With storm-fleet pinions Śyení bare. +All swans and geese on mere and brook +Their birth from Dhritarashtrí took, +And all the river-haunting brood +Of ducks, a countless multitude. +From Śukí Nala sprang, who bare +Dame Vinata surpassing fair. +From fiery Krodhavaśa, ten +Bright daughters sprang, O King of men: +Mrigí and Mrigamanda named, +Hari and Bhadramada famed, +Śardúlí, Śveta fair to see, +Matangí bright, and Surabhí, +Surasa marked with each fair sign, +And Kadruma, all maids divine. +Mrigí, O Prince without a peer, +Was mother of the herds of deer, +The bear, the yak, the mountain roe +Their birth to Mrigamanda owe; +And Bhadramada joyed to be +Mother of fair Iravatí, +Who bare Airavat,444 huge of mould, +Mid warders of the earth enrolled, +From Harí lordly lions trace, +With monkeys of the wild, their race. +From the great dame Śardúlí styled +Sprung pards, Langúrs,445 and tigers wild. +Matangí, Prince, gave birth to all +Matangas, elephants strong and tall, +And Śveta bore the beasts who stand +One at each wind, earth's warder band.446 +Next Surabhí the Goddess bore +Two heavenly maids, O Prince, of yore, +Gandharví—dear to fame is she— +And her sweet sister Rohiní. +With kine this daughter filled each mead, +And bright Gandharví bore the steed.447 +Surasa bore the serpents:448 all +The snakes Kadrú their mother call. +Then Manu, high-souled Kaśyap's449 wife, +To all the race of men gave life, +The Brahmans first, the Kshatriya caste, +Then Vaiśyas, and the Śúdras last. +Sprang from her mouth the Brahman race; +Her chest the Kshatriyas' natal place: +The Vaiśyas from her thighs, 'tis said, +The Śúdras from her feet were bred. +From Anala all trees that hang +Their fair fruit-laden branches sprang. +The child of beauteous Śukí bore +Vinata, as I taught before: +And Surasa and Kadrú were +Born of one dame, a noble pair. +Kadrú gave birth to countless snakes +That roam the earth in woods and brakes. +Arun and Garuḍ swift of flight +By Vinata were given to light, +And sons of Arun red as morn +Sampati first, then I was born, +Me then, O tamer of the foe, +Jaṭayus, son of Śyení, know. +Thy ready helper will I be, +And guard thy house, if thou agree: +When thou and Lakshman urge the chase +By Síta's side shall be my place.” +With courteous thanks for promised aid, +The prince, to rapture stirred, +Bent low, and due obeisance paid, +Embraced the royal bird. +[pg 247] +He often in the days gone by +Had heard his father tell +How, linked with him in friendship's tie, +He loved Jaṭayus well. +He hastened to his trusted friend +His darling to confide, +And through the wood his steps to bend +By strong Jaṭayus' side. +On to the grove, with Lakshman near, +The prince his way pursued +To free those pleasant shades from fear +And slay the giant brood. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_209.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_209.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d404207c6fdf18f227a3f31f9e6715de51a67c71 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_209.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +Canto XVI. Winter. + +Arrived at Panchavaṭí's shade +Where silvan life and serpents strayed, +Rama in words like these addressed +Lakshman of vigour unrepressed: +“Brother, our home is here: behold +The grove of which the hermit told: +The bowers of Panchavaṭí see +Made fair by every blooming tree. +Now, brother, bend thine eyes around; +With skilful glance survey the ground: +Here be some spot selected, best +Approved for gentle hermits' rest, +Where thou, the Maithil dame, and I +May dwell while seasons sweetly fly. +Some pleasant spot be chosen where +Pure waters gleam and trees are fair, +Some nook where flowers and wood are found +And sacred grass and springs abound.” +Then Lakshman, Síta standing by, +Raised reverent hands, and made reply: +“A hundred years shall flee, and still +Will I obey my brother's will: +Select thyself a pleasant spot; +Be mine the care to rear the cot.” +The glorious chieftain, pleased to hear +That loving speech that soothed his ear, +Selected with observant care +A spot with every charm most fair. +He stood within that calm retreat, +A shade for hermits' home most meet, +And thus Sumitra's son addressed, +While his dear hand in his he pressed: +“See, see this smooth and lovely glade +Which flowery trees encircling shade: +Do thou, beloved Lakshman rear +A pleasant cot to lodge us here. +I see beyond that feathery brake +The gleaming of a lilied lake, +Where flowers in sunlike glory throw +Fresh odours from the wave below. +Agastya's words now find we true, +He told the charms which here we view: +Here are the trees that blossom o'er +Godavarí's most lovely shore. +Whose pleasant flood from side to side +With swans and geese is beautified, +And fair banks crowded with the deer +That steal from every covert near. +The peacock's cry is loud and shrill +From many a tall and lovely hill, +Green-belted by the trees that wave +Full blossoms o'er the rock and cave. +Like elephants whose huge fronts glow +With painted streaks, the mountains show +Long lines of gold and silver sheen +With copper's darker hues between. +With every tree each hill is graced, +Where creepers blossom interlaced. +Look where the Sal's long branches sway, +And palms their fanlike leaves display; +The date-tree and the Jak are near, +And their long stems Tamalas rear. +See the tall Mango lift his head, +Aśokas all their glory spread, +The Ketak her sweet buds unfold, +And Champacs hang their cups of gold.450 +The spot is pure and pleasant: here +Are multitudes of birds and deer. +O Lakshman, with our father's friend +What happy hours we here shall spend!” +He spoke: the conquering Lakshman heard, +Obedient to his brother's word. +Raised by his toil a cottage stood +To shelter Rama in the wood, +Of ample size, with leaves o'erlaid, +Of hardened earth the walls were made. +The strong bamboos his hands had felled +For pillars fair the roof upheld, +And rafter, beam, and lath supplied +Well interwrought from side to side. +Then Śamí451 boughs he deftly spread +Enlaced with knotted cord o'erhead, +Well thatched above from ridge to eaves +With holy grass, and reed, and leaves. +The mighty chief with careful toil +Had cleared the ground and smoothed the soil +[pg 248] +Where now, his loving labour done, +Rose a fair home for Raghu's son. +Then when his work was duly wrought, +Godavarís sweet stream he sought, +Bathed, plucked the lilies, and a store +Of fruit and berries homeward bore. +Then sacrifice he duly paid, +And wooed the Gods their hopes to aid, +And then to Rama proudly showed +The cot prepared for his abode. +Then Raghu's son with Síta gazed +Upon the home his hands had raised, +And transport thrilled his bosom through +His leafy hermitage to view. +The glorious son of Raghu round +His brother's neck his arms enwound, +And thus began his sweet address +Of deep-felt joy and gentleness: +“Well pleased am I, dear lord, to see +This noble work performed by thee. +For this,—sole grace I can bestow,— +About thy neck mine arms I throw. +So wise art thou, thy breast is filled +With grateful thoughts, in duty skilled, +Our mighty father, free from stain, +In thee, his offspring, lives again.” +Thus spoke the prince, who lent a grace +To fortune, pride of Raghu's race; +Then in that spot whose pleasant shade +Gave store of fruit, content he stayed. +With Lakshman and his Maithil spouse +He spent his day's neath sheltering boughs, +As happy as a God on high +Lives in his mansion in the sky. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_21.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_21.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..df58bb9345128b0e38204dc153245e5c17e3c702 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_21.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XXII. Dasaratha's Speech. + +The hermit heard with high content +That speech so wondrous eloquent, +And while each hair with joy arose,142 +[pg 034] +He thus made answer at the close: +“Good is thy speech O noble King, +And like thyself in everything. +So should their lips be wisdom-fraught +Whom kings begot, Vaśishṭha taught. +The favour which I came to seek +Thou grantest ere my tongue can speak. +But let my tale attention claim, +And hear the need for which I came. +O King, as Scripture texts allow, +A holy rite employs me now. +Two fiends who change their forms at will +Impede that rite with cursed skill.143 +Oft when the task is nigh complete, +These worst of fiends my toil defeat, +Throw bits of bleeding flesh, and o'er +The altar shed a stream of gore. +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. +Nor can I, checked by prudence, dare +Let loose my fury on them there: +The muttered curse, the threatening word, +In such a rite must ne'er be heard. +Thy grace the rite from check can free. +And yield the fruit I long to see. +Thy duty bids thee, King, defend +The suffering guest, the suppliant friend. +Give me thy son, thine eldest born, +Whom locks like raven's wings adorn. +That hero youth, the truly brave, +Of thee, O glorious King, I crave. +For he can lay those demons low +Who mar my rites and work me woe: +My power shall shield the youth from harm, +And heavenly might shall nerve his arm. +And on my champion will I shower +Unnumbered gifts of varied power, +Such gifts as shall ensure his fame +And spread through all the worlds his name. +Be sure those fiends can never stand +Before the might of Rama's hand, +And mid the best and bravest none +Can slay that pair but Raghu's son. +Entangled in the toils of Fate +Those sinners, proud and obstinate, +Are, in their fury overbold, +No match for Rama mighty-souled. +Nor let a father's breast give way +Too far to fond affection's sway. +Count thou the fiends already slain: +My word is pledged, nor pledged in vain. +I know the hero Rama well +In whom high thoughts and valour dwell; +So does Vaśishṭha, so do these +Engaged in long austerities. +If thou would do the righteous deed, +And win high fame, thy virtue's meed, +Fame that on earth shall last and live, +To me, great King, thy Rama give. +If to the words that I have said, +With Saint Vaśishṭha at their head +Thy holy men, O King, agree, +Then let thy Rama go with me. +Ten nights my sacrifice will last, +And ere the stated time be past +Those wicked fiends, those impious twain, +Must fall by wondrous Rama slain. +Let not the hours, I warn thee, fly, +Fixt for the rite, unheeded by; +Good luck have thou, O royal Chief, +Nor give thy heart to needless grief.” +Thus in fair words with virtue fraught +The pious glorious saint besought. +But the good speech with poignant sting +Pierced ear and bosom of the king, +Who, stabbed with pangs too sharp to bear, +Fell prostrate and lay fainting there. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_210.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_210.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b6f697a9b8c28997127f83a03f6944e55a80cd25 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_210.txt @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +Canto XVII. Súrpanakha. + +While there the high-souled hero spent +His tranquil hours in sweet content, +The glowing autumn passed, and then +Came winter so beloved of men. +One morn, to bathe, at break of day +To the fair stream he took his way. +Behind him, with the Maithil dame +Bearing a pitcher Lakshman came, +And as he went the mighty man +Thus to his brother chief began: +“The time is come, to thee more dear +Than all the months that mark the year: +The gracious seasons' joy and pride, +By which the rest are glorified. +A robe of hoary rime is spread +O'er earth, with corn engarlanded. +The streams we loved no longer please, +But near the fire we take our ease. +Now pious men to God and shade +Offer young corn's fresh sprouted blade, +And purge away their sins with rice +Bestowed in humble sacrifice. +Rich stores of milk delight the swain, +And hearts are cheered that longed for gain, +Proud kings whose breasts for conquests glow +Lead bannered troops to smite the foe. +Dark is the north: the Lord of Day +To Yama's south452 has turned away: +And she—sad widow—shines no more, +Reft of the bridal mark453 she wore. +Himalaya's hill, ordained of old +The treasure-house of frost and cold, +Scarce conscious of the feebler glow, +Is truly now the Lord of Snow. +Warmed by the noontide's genial rays +Delightful are the glorious days: +But how we shudder at the chill +Of evening shadows and the rill! +How weak the sun, how cold the breeze! +How white the rime on grass and trees! +The leaves are sere, the woods have lost +Their blossoms killed by nipping frost. +Neath open skies we sleep no more: +December's nights with rime are hoar: +Their triple watch454 in length extends +With hours the shortened daylight lends. +No more the moon's sun-borrowed rays +Are bright, involved in misty haze, +As when upon the mirror's sheen +The breath's obscuring cloud is seen. +E'en at the full the faint beams fail +To struggle through the darksome veil: +Changed like her hue, they want the grace +That parts not yet from Síta's face. +Cold is the western wind, but how +Its piercing chill is heightened now, +Blowing at early morning twice +As furious with its breath of ice! +See how the dewy tears they weep +The barley, wheat, and woodland steep, +Where, as the sun goes up the sky, +The curlew and the saras cry. +See where the rice plants scarce uphold +Their full ears tinged with paly gold, +Bending their ripe heads slowly down +Fair as the date tree's flowery crown. +Though now the sun has mounted high +Seeking the forehead of the sky, +Such mist obscures his struggling beams, +No bigger than the moon he seems. +Though weak at first, his rays at length +Grow pleasant in their noonday strength, +And where a while they chance to fall +Fling a faint splendour over all. +[pg 249] +See, o'er the woods where grass is wet +With hoary drops that cling there yet, +With soft light clothing earth and bough +There steals a tender glory now. +Yon elephant who longs to drink, +Still standing on the river's brink, +Plucks back his trunk in shivering haste +From the cold wave he fain would taste. +The very fowl that haunt the mere +Stand doubtful on the bank, and fear +To dip them in the wintry wave +As cowards dread to meet the brave. +The frost of night, the rime of dawn +Bind flowerless trees and glades of lawn: +Benumbed in apathetic chill +Of icy chains they slumber still. +You hear the hidden saras cry +From floods that wrapped in vapour lie, +And frosty-shining sands reveal +Where the unnoticed rivers steal. +The hoary rime of dewy night, +And suns that glow with tempered light +Lend fresh cool flavours to the rill +That sparkles from the topmost hill. +The cold has killed the lily's pride: +Leaf, filament, and flower have died: +With chilling breath rude winds have blown, +The withered stalk is left alone. +At this gay time, O noblest chief, +The faithful Bharat, worn by grief, +Lives in the royal town where he +Spends weary hours for love of thee. +From titles, honour, kingly sway, +From every joy he turns away: +Couched on cold earth, his days are passed +With scanty fare and hermit's fast. +This moment from his humble bed +He lifts, perhaps, his weary head, +And girt by many a follower goes +To bathe where silver Sarjú flows. +How, when the frosty morn is dim, +Shall Sarjú be a bath for him +Nursed with all love and tender care, +So delicate and young and fair. +How bright his hue! his brilliant eye +With the broad lotus leaf may vie. +By fortune stamped for happy fate, +His graceful form is tall and straight. +In duty skilled, his words are truth: +He proudly rules each lust of youth. +Though his strong arm smites down the foe, +In gentle speech his accents flow. +Yet every joy has he resigned +And cleaves to thee with heart and mind. +Thus by the deeds that he has done +A name in heaven has Bharat won, +For in his life he follows yet +Thy steps, O banished anchoret. +Thus faithful Bharat, nobly wise, +The proverb of the world belies: +“No men, by mothers' guidance led, +The footsteps of their fathers tread.” +How could Kaikeyí, blest to be +Spouse of the king our sire, and see +A son like virtuous Bharat, blot +Her glory with so foul a plot!” +Thus in fraternal love he spoke, +And from his lips reproaches broke: +But Rama grieved to hear him chide +The absent mother, and replied: +“Cease, O beloved, cease to blame +Our royal father's second dame. +Still speak of Bharat first in place +Of old Ikshvaku's princely race. +My heart, so firmly bent but now +To dwell in woods and keep my vow, +Half melting as I hear thee speak +Of Bharat's love, grows soft and weak, +With tender joy I bring to mind +His speeches ever sweet and kind. +That dear as Amrit took the sense +With most enchanting influence. +Ah, when shall I, no more to part, +Meet Bharat of the mighty heart? +When, O my brother, when shall we +The good and brave Śatrughna see?” +Thus as he poured his fond lament +The son of Raghu onward went: +They reached the river, and the three +Bathed them in fair Godavarí. +Libations of the stream they paid +To every deity and shade, +With hymns of praise, the Sun on high +And sinless Gods to glorify. +Fresh from the purifying tide +Resplendent Rama came, +With Lakshman ever by his side, +And the sweet Maithil dame. +So Rudra shines by worlds adored, +In glory undefiled, +When Nandi455 stands beside his lord, +And King Himalaya's child.456 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_211.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_211.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2bb9d08ed7e75ab17458af4ad6da94552f2ffa70 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_211.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XVIII. The Mutilation. + +The bathing and the prayer were o'er; +He turned him from the grassy shore, +And with his brother and his spouse +Sought his fair home beneath the boughs. +Síta and Lakshman by his side, +On to his cot the hero hied, +And after rites at morning due +Within the leafy shade withdrew. +[pg 250] +Then, honoured by the devotees, +As royal Rama sat at ease, +With Síta near him, o'er his head +A canopy of green boughs spread, +He shone as shines the Lord of Night +By Chitra's457 side, his dear delight. +With Lakshman there he sat and told +Sweet stories of the days of old, +And as the pleasant time he spent +With heart upon each tale intent, +A giantess, by fancy led, +Came wandering to his leafy shed. +Fierce Śúrpanakha,—her of yore +The Ten-necked tyrant's mother bore,— +Saw Rama with his noble mien +Bright as the Gods in heaven are seen; +Him from whose brow a glory gleamed, +Like lotus leaves his full eyes beamed: +Long-armed, of elephantine gait, +With hair close coiled in hermit plait: +In youthful vigour, nobly framed, +By glorious marks a king proclaimed: +Like some bright lotus lustrous-hued, +With young Kandarpa's458 grace endued: +As there like Indra's self he shone, +She loved the youth she gazed upon. +She grim of eye and foul of face +Loved his sweet glance and forehead's grace: +She of unlovely figure, him +Of stately form and shapely limb: +She whose dim locks disordered hung, +Him whose bright hair on high brows clung: +She whose fierce accents counselled fear, +Him whose soft tones were sweet to hear: +She whose dire form with age was dried, +Him radiant in his youthful pride: +She whose false lips maintained the wrong, +Him in the words of virtue strong: +She cruel-hearted, stained with sin, +Him just in deed and pure within. +She, hideous fiend, a thing to hate, +Him formed each eye to captivate: +Fierce passion in her bosom woke, +And thus to Raghu's son she spoke: +“With matted hair above thy brows, +With bow and shaft and this thy spouse, +How hast thou sought in hermit dress +The giant-haunted wilderness? +What dost thou here? The cause explain: +Why art thou come, and what to gain?” +As Śúrpanakha questioned so, +Rama, the terror of the foe, +In answer to the monster's call, +With fearless candour told her all. +“King Daśaratha reigned of old, +Like Gods celestial brave and bold. +I am his eldest son and heir, +And Rama is the name I bear. +This brother, Lakshman, younger born, +Most faithful love to me has sworn. +My wife, this princess, dear to fame, +Is Sita the Videhan dame. +Obedient to my sire's behest +And by the queen my mother pressed, +To keep the law and merit win, +I sought this wood to harbour in. +But speak, for I of thee in turn +Thy name, and race, and sire would learn. +Thou art of giant race, I ween. +Changing at will thy form and mien. +Speak truly, and the cause declare +That bids thee to these shades repair.” +Thus Rama spoke: the demon heard, +And thus replied by passion spurred: +“Of giant race, what form soe'er +My fancy wills, 'tis mine to wear. +Named Śúrpanakha here I stray, +And where I walk spread wild dismay. +King Ravan is my brother: fame +Has taught perchance his dreaded name, +Strong Kumbhakarna slumbering deep +In chains of never-ending sleep: +Vibhíshan of the duteous mind, +In needs unlike his giant kind: +Dúshan and Khara, brave and bold +Whose fame by every tongue is told: +Their might by mine is far surpassed; +But when, O best of men, I cast +These fond eyes on thy form, I see +My chosen love and lord in thee. +Endowed with wondrous might am I: +Where'er my fancy leads I fly. +The poor misshapen Síta leave, +And me, thy worthier bride receive. +Look on my beauty, and prefer +A spouse more meet than one like her: +I'll eat that ill-formed woman there: +Thy brother too her fate shall share. +But come, beloved, thou shalt roam +With me through all our woodland home; +Each varied grove with me shalt seek, +And gaze upon each mountain peak.” +As thus she spoke, the monster gazed +With sparkling eyes where passion blazed: +Then he, in lore of language learned, +This answer eloquent returned: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_212.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_212.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d3a6298d55521631c2613e4fed4849f6f7ac6919 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_212.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XIX. The Rousing Of Khara. + +On her ensnared in Kama's net +His eyes the royal Rama set, +[pg 251] +And thus, her passion to beguile, +Addressed her with a gentle smile: +“I have a wife: behold her here, +My Síta ever true and dear: +And one like thee will never brook +Upon a rival spouse to look. +But there my brother Lakshman stands: +Unchained is he by nuptial bands: +A youth heroic, loved of all, +Gracious and gallant, fair and tall. +With winning looks, most nobly bred, +Unmatched till now, he longs to wed. +Meet to enjoy thy youthful charms, +O take him to thy loving arms. +Enamoured on his bosom lie, +Fair damsel of the radiant eye, +As the warm sunlight loves to rest +Upon her darling Meru's breast.” +The hero spoke, the monster heard, +While passion still her bosom stirred. +Away from Rama's side she broke, +And thus in turn to Lakshman spoke: +“Come, for thy bride take me who shine +In fairest grace that suits with thine. +Thou by my side from grove to grove +Of Danḍak's wild in bliss shalt rove.” +Then Lakshman, skilled in soft address, +Wooed by the amorous giantess, +With art to turn her love aside, +To Śúrpanakha thus replied: +“And can so high a dame agree +The slave-wife of a slave to be? +I, lotus-hued! in good and ill +Am bondsman to my brother's will. +Be thou, fair creature radiant-eyed, +My honoured brother's younger bride: +With faultless tint and dainty limb, +A happy wife, bring joy to him. +He from his spouse grown old and grey, +Deformed, untrue, will turn away, +Her withered charms will gladly leave, +And to his fair young darling cleave. +For who could be so fond and blind, +O loveliest of all female kind, +To love another dame and slight +Thy beauties rich in all delight?” +Thus Lakshman 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. +Again inflamed with love she fled +To Rama, in his leafy shed +Where Síta rested by his side, +And to the mighty victor cried: +“What, Rama, canst thou blindly cling +To this old false misshapen thing? +Wilt thou refuse the charms of youth +For withered breast and grinning tooth! +Canst thou this wretched creature prize +And look on me with scornful eyes? +This aged crone this very hour +Before thy face will I devour: +Then joyous, from all rivals free. +Through Danḍak will I stray with thee.” +She spoke, and with a glance of flame +Rushed on the fawn-eyed Maithil dame: +So would a horrid meteor mar +Fair Rohiní's soft beaming star. +But as the furious fiend drew near, +Like Death's dire noose which chills with fear, +The mighty chief her purpose stayed, +And spoke, his brother to upbraid: +“Ne'er should we jest with creatures rude, +Of savage race and wrathful mood. +Think, Lakshman, think how nearly slain +My dear Videhan breathes again. +Let not the hideous wretch escape +Without a mark to mar her shape. +Strike, lord of men, the monstrous fiend, +Deformed, and foul, and evil-miened.” +He spoke: then Lakshman's wrath rose high, +And there before his brother's eye, +He drew that sword which none could stay, +And cleft her nose and ears away. +Noseless and earless, torn and maimed, +With fearful shrieks the fiend exclaimed, +And frantic in her wild distress +Resought the distant wilderness. +Deformed, terrific, huge, and dread, +As on she moved, her gashes bled, +And groan succeeded groan as loud +As roars, ere rain, the thunder cloud. +Still on the fearful monster passed, +While streams of blood kept falling fast, +And with a roar, and arms outspread +Within the boundless wood she fled. +To Janasthan the monster flew; +Fierce Khara there she found, +With chieftains of the giant crew +In thousands ranged around. +Before his awful feet she bent +And fell with piercing cries, +As when a bolt in swift descent +Comes flashing from the skies. +There for a while with senses dazed +Silent she lay and scared: +At length her drooping head she raised, +And all the tale declared, +How Rama, Lakshman, and the dame +Had reached that lonely place: +Then told her injuries and shame, +And showed her bleeding face. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_213.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_213.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8c188cfd3c96bf050899f03da67fd6c27f33e27d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_213.txt @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +Canto XX. The Giants' Death. + +When Khara saw his sister lie +With blood-stained limbs and troubled eye, +[pg 252] +Wild fury in his bosom woke, +And thus the monstrous giant spoke; +“Arise, my sister; cast away +This numbing terror and dismay, +And straight the impious hand declare +That marred those features once so fair. +For who his finger tip will lay +On the black snake in childish play, +And unattacked, with idle stroke +His poison-laden fang provoke? +Ill-fated fool, he little knows +Death's noose around his neck he throws, +Who rashly met thee, and a draught +Of life-destroying poison quaffed. +Strong, fierce as death, 'twas thine to choose +Thy way at will, each shape to use; +In power and might like one of us: +What hand has maimed and marred thee thus? +What God or fiend this deed has wrought, +What bard or sage of lofty thought +Was armed with power supremely great +Thy form to mar and mutilate? +In all the worlds not one I see +Would dare a deed to anger me: +Not Indra's self, the Thousand-eyed, +Beneath whose hand fierce Paka459 died. +My life-destroying darts this day +His guilty breath shall rend away, +E'en as the thirsty wild swan drains +Each milk-drop that the wave retains. +Whose blood in foaming streams shall burst +O'er the dry ground which lies athirst, +When by my shafts transfixed and slain +He falls upon the battle plain? +From whose dead corpse shall birds of air +The mangled flesh and sinews tear, +And in their gory feast delight, +When I have slain him in the fight? +Not God or bard or wandering ghost, +No giant of our mighty host +Shall step between us, or avail +To save the wretch when I assail. +Collect each scattered sense, recall +Thy troubled thoughts, and tell me all. +What wretch attacked thee in the way, +And quelled thee in victorious fray?” +His breast with burning fury fired, +Thus Khara of the fiend inquired: +And then with many a tear and sigh +Thus Śúrpanakha made reply: +“'Tis Daśaratha's sons, a pair +Strong, resolute, and young, and fair: +In coats of dark and blackdeer's hide, +And like the radiant lotus eyed: +On berries roots and fruit they feed, +And lives of saintly virtue lead: +With ordered senses undefiled, +Rama and Lakshman are they styled. +Fair as the Minstrels' King460 are they, +And stamped with signs of regal sway. +I know not if the heroes trace +Their line from Gods or Danav461 race. +There by these wondering eyes between +The noble youths a dame was seen, +Fair, blooming, young, with dainty waist, +And all her bright apparel graced. +For her with ready heart and mind +The royal pair their strength combined, +And brought me to this last distress, +Like some lost woman, comfortless. +Perfidious wretch! my soul is fain +Her foaming blood and theirs to drain. +O let me head the vengeful fight, +And with this hand my murderers smite. +Come, brother, hasten to fulfil +This longing of my eager will. +On to the battle! Let me drink +Their lifeblood as to earth they sink.” +Then Khara, by his sister pressed, +Inflamed with fury, gave his hest +To twice seven giants of his crew, +Fierce as the God of death to view: +'Two men equipped with arms, who wear +Deerskin and bark and matted hair, +Leading a beauteous dame, have strayed +To the wild gloom of Danḍak's shade. +These men, this cursed woman slay, +And hasten back without delay, +That this my sister's lips may be +Red with the lifeblood of the three. +Giants, my wounded sister longs +To take this vengeance for her wrongs. +With speed her dearest wish fulfil, +And with your might these creatures kill. +Soon as your matchless strength shall lay +These brothers dead in battle fray, +She in triumphant joy will laugh, +And their hearts' blood delighted quaff.” +The giants heard the words he said, +And forth with Śúrpanakha sped, +As mighty clouds in autumn fly +Urged by the wind along the sky. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_214.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_214.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..002a8ff007e1965e6a6727ae25e7f6c3e8ee7d06 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_214.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XXI. The Rousing Of Khara. + +Fierce Śúrpanakha with her train +To Rama's dwelling came again, +And to the eager giants showed +Where Síta and the youths abode. +Within the leafy cot they spied +The hero by his consort's side, +And faithful Lakshman ready still +To wait upon his brother's will. +[pg 253] +Then noble Rama raised his eye +And saw the giants standing nigh, +And then, as nearer still they pressed. +His glorious brother thus addressed, +“Be thine a while, my brother dear, +To watch o'er Síta's safety here, +And I will slay these creatures who +The footsteps of my spouse pursue.” +He spoke, and reverent Lakshman heard +Submissive to his brother's word. +The son of Raghu, virtuous-souled, +Strung his great bow adorned with gold, +And, with the weapon in his hand, +Addressed him to the giant band: +“Rama and Lakshman we, who spring +From Daśaratha, mighty king; +We dwell a while with Síta here +In Danḍak forest wild and drear. +On woodland roots and fruit we feed, +And lives of strictest rule we lead. +Say why would ye our lives oppress +Who sojourn in the wilderness. +Sent hither by the hermits' prayer +With bow and darts unused to spare, +For vengeance am I come to slay +Your sinful band in battle fray. +Rest as ye are: remain content, +Nor try the battle's dire event. +Unless your offered lives ye spurn, +O rovers of the night, return.” +They listened while the hero spoke, +And fury in each breast awoke. +The Brahman-slayers raised on high +Their mighty spears and made reply: +They spoke with eyes aglow with ire, +While Rama's burnt with vengeful tire, +And answered thus, in fury wild, +That peerless chief whose tones were mild: +“Nay thou hast angered, overbold, +Khara our lord, the mighty-souled, +And for thy sin, in battle strife +Shalt yield to us thy forfeit life. +No power hast thou alone to stand +Against the numbers of our band. +'Twere vain to match thy single might +Against us in the front of fight. +When we equipped for fight advance +With brandished pike and mace and lance, +Thou, vanquished in the desperate field, +Thy bow, thy strength, thy life shalt yield.” +With bitter words and threatening mien +Thus furious spoke the fierce fourteen, +And raising scimitar and spear +On Rama rushed in wild career. +Their levelled spears the giant crew +Against the matchless hero threw. +His bow the son of Raghu bent, +And twice seven shafts to meet them sent, +And every javelin sundered fell +By the bright darts he aimed so well. +The hero saw: his anger grew +To fury: from his side he drew +Fresh sunbright arrows pointed keen, +In number, like his foes, fourteen. +His bow he grasped, the string he drew, +And gazing on the giant crew, +As Indra casts the levin, so +Shot forth his arrows at the foe. +The hurtling arrows, stained with gore, +Through the fiends' breasts a passage tore, +And in the earth lay buried deep +As serpents through an ant-hill creep +Like trees uptorn by stormy blast +The shattered fiends to earth were cast, +And there with mangled bodies they, +Bathed in their blood and breathless, lay. +With fainting heart and furious eye +The demon saw her champions die. +With drying wounds that scarcely bled +Back to her brother's home she fled. +Oppressed with pain, with loud lament +At Khara's feet the monster bent. +There like a plant whence slowly come +The trickling drops of oozy gum, +With her grim features pale with pain +She poured her tears in ceaseless rain, +There routed Śúrpanakha lay, +And told her brother all, +The issue of the bloody fray, +Her giant champions' fall. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_215.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_215.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..80d8521a9dcce2baa6053b728d3b773269558126 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_215.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XXII. Khara's Wrath. + +Low in the dust he saw her lie, +And Khara's wrath grew fierce and high. +Aloud he cried to her who came +Disgracefully with baffled aim: +“I sent with thee at thy request +The bravest of my giants, best +Of all who feed upon the slain: +Why art thou weeping here again? +Still to their master's interest true, +My faithful, noble, loyal crew, +Though slaughtered in the bloody fray, +Would yet their monarch's word obey. +Now I, my sister, fain would know +The cause of this thy fear and woe, +Why like a snake thou writhest there, +Calling for aid in wild despair. +Nay, lie not thus in lowly guise: +Cast off thy weakness and arise!” +With soothing words the giant chief +Assuaged the fury of her grief. +Her weeping eyes she slowly dried +And to her brother thus replied: +“I sought thee in my shame and fear +With severed nose and mangled ear: +My gashes like a river bled, +I sought thee and was comforted. +[pg 254] +Those twice seven giants, brave and strong, +Thou sentest to avenge the wrong, +To lay the savage Rama low, +And Lakshman who misused me so. +But ah, the shafts of Rama through +The bodies of my champions flew: +Though madly fierce their spears they plied, +Beneath his conquering might they died. +I saw them, famed for strength and speed, +I saw my heroes fall and bleed: +Great trembling seized my every limb +At the great deed achieved by him. +In trouble, horror, doubt, and dread, +Again to thee for help I fled. +While terror haunts my troubled sight, +I seek thee, rover of the night. +And canst thou not thy sister free +From this wide waste of troublous sea +Whose sharks are doubt and terror, where +Each wreathing wave is dark despair? +Low lie on earth thy giant train +By ruthless Rama's arrows slain, +And all the mighty demons, fed +On blood, who followed me are dead. +Now if within thy breast may be +Pity for them and love for me, +If thou, O rover of the night, +Have valour and with him can fight, +Subdue the giants' cruel foe +Who dwells where Danḍak's thickets grow. +But if thine arm in vain assay +This queller of his foes to slay, +Now surely here before thine eyes, +Wronged and ashamed thy sister dies. +Too well, alas, too well I see +That, strong in war as thou mayst be, +Thou canst not in the battle stand +When Rama meets thee hand to hand. +Go forth, thou hero but in name, +Assuming might thou canst not claim; +Call friend and kin, no longer stay: +Away from Janasthan, away! +Shame of thy race! the weak alone +Beneath thine arm may sink o'erthrown: +Fly Rama and his brother: they +Are men too strong for thee to slay. +How canst thou hope, O weak and base, +To make this grove thy dwelling-place? +With Rama's might unmeet to vie, +O'ermastered thou wilt quickly die. +A hero strong in valorous deed +Is Rama, Daśaratha's seed: +And scarce of weaker might than he +His brother chief who mangled me.” +Thus wept and wailed in deep distress +The grim misshapen giantess: +Before her brother's feet she lay +O'erwhelmed with grief, and swooned away. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_216.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_216.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ae45e33c2e4e9d3678bafa1b3dc326f3e382dc9f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_216.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto XXIII. The Omens. + +Roused by the taunting words she spoke, +The mighty Khara's wrath awoke, +And there, while giants girt him round, +In these fierce words an utterance found: +“I cannot, peerless one, contain +Mine anger at this high disdain, +Galling as salt when sprinkled o'er +The rawness of a bleeding sore. +Rama in little count I hold, +Weak man whose days are quickly told. +The caitiff with his life to-day +For all his evil deeds shall pay. +Dry, sister, dry each needless tear, +Stint thy lament and banish fear, +For Rama and his brother go +This day to Yama's realm below. +My warrior's axe shall stretch him slain, +Ere set of sun, upon the plain, +Then shall thy sated lips be red +With his warm blood in torrents shed.” +As Khara's speech the demon heard, +With sudden joy her heart was stirred: +She fondly praised him as the boast +And glory of the giant host. +First moved to ire by taunts and stings, +Now soothed by gentle flatterings, +To Dúshan, who his armies led, +The demon Khara spoke, and said: +“Friend, from the host of giants call +Full fourteen thousand, best of all, +Slaves of my will, of fearful might, +Who never turn their backs in fight: +Fiends who rejoice to slay and mar, +Dark as the clouds of autumn are: +Make ready quickly, O my friend, +My chariot and the bows I bend. +My swords, my shafts of brilliant sheen, +My divers lances long and keen. +On to the battle will I lead +These heroes of Pulastya's seed, +And thus, O famed for warlike skill, +Rama my wicked foeman kill.” +He spoke, and ere his speech was done, +His chariot glittering like the sun, +Yoked and announced, by Dúshan's care, +With dappled steeds was ready there. +High as a peak from Meru rent +It burned with golden ornament: +The pole of lazulite, of gold +Were the bright wheels whereon it rolled. +With gold and moonstone blazoned o'er, +Fish, flowers, trees, rocks, the panels bore; +Auspicious birds embossed thereon, +And stars in costly emblem shone. +O'er flashing swords his banner hung, +And sweet bells, ever tinkling, swung. +[pg 255] +That mighty host with sword and shield +And oar was ready for the field: +And Khara saw, and Dúshan cried, +“Forth to the fight, ye giants, ride.” +Then banners waved, and shield and sword +Flashed as the host obeyed its lord. +From Janasthan they sallied out +With eager speed, and din, and shout, +Armed with the mace for close attacks, +The bill, the spear, the battle-axe, +Steel quoit and club that flashed afar, +Huge bow and sword and scimitar, +The dart to pierce, the bolt to strike, +The murderous bludgeon, lance, and pike. +So forth from Janasthan, intent +On Khara's will, the monsters went. +He saw their awful march: not far +Behind the host he drove his car. +Ware of his master's will, to speed +The driver urged each gold-decked steed. +Then forth the warrior's coursers sprang, +And with tumultuous murmur rang +Each distant quarter of the sky +And realms that intermediate lie. +High and more high within his breast +His pride triumphant rose, +While terrible as Death he pressed +Onward to slay his foes, +“More swiftly yet,” as on they fled, +He cried in thundering tones +Loud as a cloud that overhead +Hails down a flood of stones. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_217.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_217.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..73c60015de21abdd129355b6dd83c58f302535a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_217.txt @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +Canto XXIV. The Host In Sight. + +As forth upon its errand went +That huge ferocious armament, +An awful cloud, in dust and gloom, +With threatening thunders from its womb +Poured in sad augury a flood +Of rushing water mixt with blood. +The monarch's steeds, though strong and fleet, +Stumbled and fell: and yet their feet +Passed o'er the bed of flowers that lay +Fresh gathered on the royal way. +No gleam of sunlight struggled through +The sombre pall of midnight hue, +Edged with a line of bloody red, +Like whirling torches overhead. +A vulture, fierce, of mighty size. +Terrific with his cruel eyes, +Perched on the staff enriched with gold, +Whence hung the flag in many a fold. +Each ravening bird, each beast of prey +Where Janasthan's wild thickets lay, +Rose with a long discordant cry +And gathered as the host went by. +And from the south long, wild, and shrill, +Came spirit voices boding ill. +Like elephants in frantic mood, +Vast clouds terrific, sable-hued, +Hid all the sky where'er they bore +Their load of water mixt with gore. +Above, below, around were spread +Thick shades of darkness strange and dread, +Nor could the wildered glance descry +A point or quarter of the sky. +Then came o'er heaven a sanguine hue, +Though evening's flush not yet was due, +While each ill-omened bird that flies +Assailed the king with harshest cries. +There screamed the vulture and the crane, +And the loud jackal shrieked again. +Each hideous thing that bodes aright +Disaster in the coming fight, +With gaping mouth that hissed and flamed, +The ruin of the host proclaimed. +Eclipse untimely reft away +The brightness of the Lord of Day, +And near his side was seen to glow +A mace-like comet boding woe. +Then while the sun was lost to view +A mighty wind arose and blew, +And stars like fireflies shed their light, +Nor waited for the distant night. +The lilies drooped, the brooks were dried, +The fish and birds that swam them died, +And every tree that was so fair +With flower and fruit was stripped and bare. +The wild wind ceased, yet, raised on high, +Dark clouds of dust involved the sky. +In doleful twitter long sustained +The restless Sarikas462 complained, +And from the heavens with flash and flame +Terrific meteors roaring came. +Earth to her deep foundation shook +With rock and tree and plain and brook, +As Khara with triumphant shout, +Borne in his chariot, sallied out. +His left arm throbbed: he knew full well +That omen, and his visage fell. +Each awful sign the giant viewed, +And sudden tears his eye bedewed. +Care on his brow sat chill and black, +Yet mad with wrath he turned not back. +Upon each fearful sight that raised +The shuddering hair the chieftain gazed, +And laughing in his senseless pride +Thus to his giant legions cried: +“By sense of mightiest strength upborne, +These feeble signs I laugh to scorn. +I could bring down the stars that shine +In heaven with these keen shafts of mine. +Impelled by warlike fury I +Could cause e'en Death himself to die. +[pg 256] +I will not seek my home again +Until my pointed shafts have slain +This Raghu's son so fierce in pride, +And Lakshman by his brother's side. +And she, my sister, she for whom +These sons of Raghu meet their doom, +She with delighted lips shall drain +The lifeblood of her foemen slain. +Fear not for me: I ne'er have known +Defeat, in battle overthrown. +Fear not for me, O giants; true +Are the proud words I speak to you. +The king of Gods who rules on high, +If wild Airavat bore him nigh, +Should fall before me bolt in hand: +And shall these two my wrath withstand!” +He ended and the giant host +Who heard their chief's triumphant boast, +Rejoiced with equal pride elate, +Entangled in the noose of Fate. +Then met on high in bright array, +With eyes that longed to see the fray, +God and Gandharva, sage and saint, +With beings pure from earthly taint. +Blest for good works aforetime wrought, +Thus each to other spake his thought: +“Now joy to Brahmans, joy to kine, +And all whom world count half divine! +May Raghu's offspring slay in fight +Pulastya's sons who roam by night!” +In words like these and more, the best +Of high-souled saints their hopes expressed, +Bending their eager eyes from where +Car-borne with Gods they rode in air. +Beneath them stretching far, they viewed +The giants' death-doomed multitude. +They saw where, urged with fury, far +Before the host rolled Khara's car, +And close beside their leader came +Twelve giant peers of might and fame. +Four other chiefs463 before the rest +Behind their leader Dúshan pressed. +Impetuous, cruel, dark, and dread, +All thirsting for the fray, +The hosts of giant warriors sped +Onward upon their way. +With eager speed they reached the spot +Where dwelt the princely two,— +Like planets in a league to blot +The sun and moon from view. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_218.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_218.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc06e0feef59a9a385488a71ea3d130237d0f2ba --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_218.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Canto XXV. The Battle. + +While Khara, urged by valiant rage, +Drew near that little hermitage, +Those wondrous signs in earth and sky +Smote on each prince's watchful eye. +When Rama saw those signs of woe +Fraught with destruction to the foe, +With bold impatience scarce repressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“These fearful signs, my brother bold, +Which threaten all our foes, behold: +All laden, as they strike the view, +With ruin to the fiendish crew. +The angry clouds are gathering fast, +Their skirts with dusty gloom o'ercast, +And harsh with loud-voiced thunder, rain +Thick drops of blood upon the plain. +See, burning for the coming fight, +My shafts with wreaths of smoke are white, +And my great bow embossed with gold +Throbs eager for the master's hold. +Each bird that through the forest flies +Sends out its melancholy cries. +All signs foretell the dangerous strife, +The jeopardy of limb and life. +Each sight, each sound gives warning clear +That foemen meet and death is near. +But courage, valiant brother! well +The throbbings of mine arm foretell +That ruin waits the hostile powers, +And triumph in the fight is ours. +I hail the welcome omen: thou +Art bright of face and clear of brow. +For Lakshman, when the eye can trace +A cloud upon the warrior's face +Stealing the cheerful light away, +His life is doomed in battle fray. +List, brother, to that awful cry: +With shout and roar the fiends draw nigh. +With thundering beat of many a drum +The savage-hearted giants come. +The wise who value safety know +To meet, prepared, the coming blow: +In paths of prudence trained aright +They watch the stroke before it smite. +Take thou thine arrows and thy bow, +And with the Maithil lady go +For shelter to the mountain cave +Where thickest trees their branches wave. +I will not have thee, Lakshman, say +One word in answer, but obey. +By all thy honour for these feet +Of mine, dear brother, I entreat. +Thy warlike arm, I know could, smite +To death these rovers of the night; +But I this day would fight alone +Till all the fiends be overthrown.” +[pg 257] +He spake: and Lakshman answered naught: +His arrows and his bow he brought, +And then with Síta following hied +For shelter to the mountain side. +As Lakshman and the lady through +The forest to the cave withdrew, +“'Tis well,” cried Rama. Then he braced +His coat of mail around his waist. +When, bright as blazing fire, upon +His mighty limbs that armour shone, +The hero stood like some great light +Uprising in the dark of night. +His dreadful shafts were by his side; +His trusty bow he bent and plied, +Prepared he stood: the bowstring rang, +Filling the welkin with the clang. +The high-souled Gods together drew +The wonder of the fight to view, +The saints made free from spot and stain, +And bright Gandharvas' heavenly train. +Each glorious sage the assembly sought, +Each saint divine of loftiest thought, +And filled with zeal for Rama's sake. +Thus they whose deeds were holy spake: +“Now be it well with Brahmans, now +Well with the worlds and every cow! +Let Rama in the deadly fray +The fiends who walk in darkness slay, +As He who bears the discus464 slew +The chieftains of the Asur crew.” +Then each with anxious glances viewed +His fellow and his speech renewed: +“There twice seven thousand giants stand +With impious heart and cruel hand: +Here Rama stands, by virtue known: +How can the hero fight alone?” +Thus royal sage and Brahman saint, +Spirit, and Virtue free from taint, +And all the Gods of heaven who rode +On golden cars, their longing showed. +Their hearts with doubt and terror rent, +They saw the giants' armament, +And Rama clothed in warrior might, +Forth standing in the front of fight. +Lord of the arm no toil might tire, +He stood majestic in his ire, +Matchless in form as Rudra465 when +His wrath is fierce on Gods or men. +While Gods and saints in close array +Held converse of the coming fray, +The army of the fiends drew near +With sight and sound that counselled fear. +Long, loud and deep their war-cry pealed, +As on they rushed with flag and shield, +Each, of his proper valour proud, +Urging to fight the demon crowd. +His ponderous bow each warrior tried, +And swelled his bulk with martial pride. +'Mid shout and roar and trampling feet, +And thunder of the drums they beat, +Loud and more loud the tumult went +Throughout the forest's vast extent, +And all the life that moved within +The woodland trembled at the din. +In eager haste all fled to find +Some tranquil spot, nor looked behind. +With every arm of war supplied, +On-rushing wildly like the tide +Of some deep sea, the giant host +Approached where Rama kept his post. +Then he, in battle skilled and tried, +Bent his keen eye on every side, +And viewed the host of Khara face +To face before his dwelling-place. +He drew his arrows forth, and reared +And strained that bow which foemen feared, +And yielded to the vengeful sway +Of fierce desire that host to slay. +Terrific as the ruinous fire +That ends the worlds, he glowed in ire, +And his tremendous form dismayed +The Gods who roam the forest shade. +For in the furious wrath that glowed +Within his soul the hero showed +Like Śiva when his angry might +Stayed Daksha's sacrificial rite.466 +Like some great cloud at dawn of day +When first the sun upsprings, +And o'er the gloomy mass each ray +A golden radiance flings: +Thus showed the children of the night, +Whose mail and chariots threw, +With gleam of bows and armlets bright, +Flashes of flamy hue. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_219.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_219.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..133c5720f24b6b237e78d306a4b5f2bf21369e30 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_219.txt @@ -0,0 +1,178 @@ +Canto XXVI. Dúshan's Death. + +When Khara with the hosts he led +Drew near to Rama's leafy shed, +He saw that queller of the foe +Stand ready with his ordered bow. +He saw, and burning at the view +His clanging bow he raised and drew, +And bade his driver urge apace +His car to meet him face to face. +Obedient to his master's hest +His eager steeds the driver pressed +On to the spot where, none to aid, +The strong-armed chief his weapon swayed. +Soon as the children of the night +Saw Khara rushing to the fight, +[pg 258] +His lords with loud unearthly cry +Followed their chief and gathered nigh. +As in his car the leader rode +With all his lords around, he showed +Like the red planet fiery Mars +Surrounded by the lesser stars. +Then with a horrid yell that rent +The air, the giant chieftain sent +A thousand darts in rapid shower +On Rama matchless in his power. +The rovers of the night, impelled +By fiery rage which naught withheld, +Upon the unconquered prince, who strained +His fearful bow, their arrows rained. +With sword and club, with mace and pike, +With spear and axe to pierce and strike, +Those furious fiends on every side +The unconquerable hero plied. +The giant legions huge and strong, +Like clouds the tempest drives along, +Rushed upon Rama with the speed +Of whirling car, and mounted steed, +And hill-like elephant, to slay +The matchless prince in battle fray. +Then upon Rama thick and fast +The rain of mortal steel they cast, +As labouring clouds their torrents shed +Upon the mountain-monarch's467 head. +As near and nearer round him drew +The warriors of the giant crew, +He showed like Śiva girt by all +His spirits when night's shadows fall. +As the great deep receives each rill +And river rushing from the hill, +He bore that flood of darts, and broke +With well-aimed shaft each murderous stroke. +By stress of arrowy storm assailed, +And wounded sore, he never failed, +Like some high mountain which defies +The red bolts flashing from the skies. +With ruddy streams each limb was dyed +From gaping wounds in breast and side, +Showing the hero like the sun +'Mid crimson clouds ere day is done. +Then, at that sight of terror, faint +Grew God, Gandharva, sage, and saint, +Trembling to see the prince oppose +His single might to myriad foes. +But waxing wroth, with force unspent, +He strained his bow to utmost bent, +And forth his arrows keen and true +In hundreds, yea in thousands flew,— +Shafts none could ward, and none endure: +Death's fatal noose was scarce so sure. +As 'twere in playful ease he shot +His gilded shafts, and rested not. +With swiftest flight and truest aim +Upon the giant hosts they came. +Each smote, each stayed a foeman's breath +As fatal as the coil of Death. +Each arrow through a giant tore +A passage, and besmeared with gore, +Pursued its onward way and through +The air with flamy brilliance flew. +Unnumbered were the arrows sent +From the great bow which Rama bent, +And every shaft with iron head +The lifeblood of a giant shed. +Their pennoned bows were cleft, nor mail +Nor shield of hide could aught avail. +For Rama's myriad arrows tore +Through arms, and bracelets which they wore, +And severed mighty warriors' thighs +Like trunks of elephants in size, +And cut resistless passage sheer +Through gold-decked horse and charioteer, +Slew elephant and rider, slew +The horseman and the charger too, +And infantry unnumbered sent +To dwell 'neath Yama's government. +Then rose on high a fearful yell +Of rovers of the night, who fell +Beneath that iron torrent, sore +Wounded by shafts that rent and tore. +So mangled by the ceaseless storm +Of shafts of every kind and form, +Such joy they found, as forests feel +When scorched by flame, from Rama's steel. +The mightiest still the fight maintained, +And furious upon Rama rained +Dart, arrow, spear, with wild attacks +Of mace, and club, and battle-axe. +But the great chief, unconquered yet, +Their weapons with his arrows met, +Which severed many a giant's head, +And all the plain with corpses spread. +With sundered bow and shattered shield +Headless they sank upon the field, +As the tall trees, that felt the blast +Of Garuḍ's wing, to earth were cast. +The giants left unslaughtered there +Where filled with terror and despair, +And to their leader Khara fled +Faint, wounded, and discomfited. +These fiery Dúshan strove to cheer, +And poised his bow to calm their fear; +Then fierce as He who rules the dead, +When wroth, on angered Rama sped. +By Dúshan cheered, the demons cast +Their dread aside and rallied fast +With Sals, rocks, palm-trees in their hands +With nooses, maces, pikes, and brands, +Again upon the godlike man +The mighty fiends infuriate ran, +These casting rocks like hail, and these +A whelming shower of leafy trees. +Wild, wondrous fight, the eye to scare, +And raise on end each shuddering hair, +[pg 259] +As with the fiends who loved to rove +By night heroic Rama strove! +The giants in their fury plied +Rama with darts on every side. +Then, by the gathering demons pressed +From north and south and east and west, +By showers of deadly darts assailed +From every quarter fiercely hailed, +Girt by the foes who swarmed around, +He raised a mighty shout whose sound +Struck terror. On the giant crew +His great Gandharva468 arrow flew. +A thousand mortal shafts were rained +From the orbed bow the hero strained, +Till east and west and south and north +Were filled with arrows volleyed forth. +They heard the fearful shout: they saw +His mighty hand the bowstring draw, +Yet could no wounded giant's eye +See the swift storm of arrows fly. +Still firm the warrior stood and cast +His deadly missiles thick and fast. +Dark grew the air with arrowy hail +Which hid the sun as with a veil. +Fiends wounded, falling, fallen, slain, +All in a moment, spread the plain, +And thousands scarce alive were left +Mangled, and gashed, and torn, and cleft. +Dire was the sight, the plain o'erspread +With trophies of the mangled dead. +There lay, by Rama's missiles rent, +Full many a priceless ornament, +With severed limb and broken gem, +Hauberk and helm and diadem. +There lay the shattered car, the steed, +The elephant of noblest breed, +The splintered spear, the shivered mace, +Chouris and screens to shade the face. +The giants saw with bitterest pain +Their warriors weltering on the plain, +Nor dared again his might oppose +Who scourged the cities of his foes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_22.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_22.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..10a5b4a6e5c57c1723c74a5916ec098a66bbcb7c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_22.txt @@ -0,0 +1,96 @@ +Canto XXIII. Vasishtha's Speech. + +His tortured senses all astray, +While the hapless monarch lay, +Then slowly gathering thought and strength +To Viśvamitra spoke at length: +“My son is but a child, I ween; +This year he will be just sixteen. +How is he fit for such emprise, +My darling with the lotus eyes? +A mighty army will I bring +That calls me master, lord, and king, +And with its countless squadrons fight +Against these rovers of the night. +My faithful heroes skilled to wield +The arms of war will take the field; +Their skill the demons' might may break: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +I, even I, my bow in hand, +Will in the van of battle stand, +And, while my soul is left alive, +With the night-roaming demons strive. +Thy guarded sacrifice shall be +Completed, from all hindrance free. +Thither will I my journey make: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +A boy unskilled, he knows not yet +The bounds to strength and weakness set. +No match is he for demon foes +Who magic arts to arms oppose. +[pg 035] +O chief of saints, I have no power, +Of Rama reft, to live one hour: +Mine aged heart at once would break: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +Nine thousand circling years have fled +With all their seasons o'er my head, +And as a hard-won boon, O sage, +These sons have come to cheer mine age. +My dearest love amid the four +Is he whom first his mother bore, +Still dearer for his virtues' sake: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +But if, unmoved by all I say, +Thou needs must bear my son away, +Let me lead with him, I entreat, +A four-fold army144 all complete. +What is the demons' might, O Sage? +Who are they? What their parentage? +What is their size? What beings lend +Their power to guard them and befriend? +How can my son their arts withstand? +Or I or all my armed band? +Tell me the whole that I may know +To meet in war each evil foe +Whom conscious might inspires with pride.” +And Viśvamitra thus replied: +“Sprung from Pulastya's race there came +A giant known by Ravan's name. +Once favoured by the Eternal Sire +He plagues the worlds in ceaseless ire, +For peerless power and might renowned, +By giant bands encompassed round. +Viśravas for his sire they hold, +His brother is the Lord of Gold. +King of the giant hosts is he, +And worst of all in cruelty. +This Ravan's dread commands impel +Two demons who in might excel, +Marícha and Suvahu hight, +To trouble and impede the rite.” +Then thus the king addressed the sage: +“No power have I, my lord, to wage +War with this evil-minded foe; +Now pity on my darling show, +And upon me of hapless fate, +For thee as God I venerate. +Gods, spirits, bards of heavenly birth,145 +The birds of air, the snakes of earth +Before the might of Ravan quail, +Much less can mortal man avail. +He draws, I hear, from out the breast +The valour of the mightiest. +No, ne'er can I with him contend, +Or with the forces he may send. +How can I then my darling lend, +Godlike, unskilled in battle? No, +I will not let my young child go. +Foes of thy rite, those mighty ones, +Sunda and Upasunda's sons, +Are fierce as Fate to overthrow: +I will not let my young child go. +Marícha and Suvahu fell +Are valiant and instructed well. +One of the twain I might attack. +With all my friends their lord to back.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_220.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_220.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0aa5dd71924426b5410248d0595aa667ff78aa9a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_220.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Canto XXVII. The Death Of Trisiras. + +When Dúshan saw his giant band +Slaughtered by Rama's conquering hand, +He called five thousand fiends, and gave +His orders. Bravest of the brave, +Invincible, of furious might, +Ne'er had they turned their backs in flight. +They, as their leader bade them seize +Spears, swords, and clubs, and rocks, and trees, +Poured on the dauntless prince again +A ceaseless shower of deadly rain. +The virtuous Rama, undismayed, +Their missiles with his arrows stayed, +And weakened, ere it fell, the shock +Of that dire hail of tree and rock, +And like a bull with eyelids closed, +The pelting of the storm opposed. +Then blazed his ire: he longed to smite +To earth the rovers of the night. +The wrath that o'er his spirit came +Clothed him with splendour as of flame, +While showers of mortal darts he poured +Fierce on the giants and their lord. +Dúshan, the foeman's dusky dread, +By frenzied rage inspirited, +On Raghu's son his missiles cast +Like Indra's bolts which rend and blast. +But Rama with a trenchant dart +Cleft Dúshan's ponderous bow apart. +And then the gold-decked steeds who drew +The chariot, with four shafts he slew. +One crescent dart he aimed which shred +Clean from his neck the driver's head; +Three more with deadly skill addressed +Stood quivering in the giant's breast. +Hurled from his car, steeds, driver slain, +The bow he trusted cleft in twain, +He seized his mace, strong, heavy, dread, +High as a mountain's towering head. +With plates of gold adorned and bound, +Embattled Gods it crushed and ground. +Its iron spikes yet bore the stains +Of mangled foemen's blood and brains. +Its heavy mass of jagged steel +Was like a thunderbolt to feel. +It shattered, as on foes it fell, +The city where the senses dwell.469 +Fierce Dúshan seized that ponderous mace +Like monstrous form of serpent race, +And all his savage soul aglow +With fury, rushed upon the foe. +But Raghu's son took steady aim, +And as the rushing giant came, +Shore with two shafts the arms whereon +The demon's glittering bracelets shone. +His arm at each huge shoulder lopped, +The mighty body reeled and dropped, +And the great mace to earth was thrown +Like Indra's staff when storms have blown. +As some vast elephant who lies +Shorn of his tusks, and bleeding dies, +So, when his arms were rent away, +Low on the ground the giant lay. +The spirits saw the monster die, +And loudly rang their joyful cry, +“Honour to Rama! nobly done! +Well hast thou fought, Kakutstha's son!” +[pg 260] +But the great three, the host who led, +Enraged to see their chieftain dead, +As though Death's toils were round them cast, +Rushed upon Rama fierce and fast, +Mahakapala seized, to strike +His foeman down, a ponderous pike: +Sthúlaksha charged with spear to fling, +Pramathi with his axe to swing. +When Rama saw, with keen darts he +Received the onset of the three, +As calm as though he hailed a guest +In each, who came for shade and rest. +Mahakapala's monstrous head +Fell with the trenchant dart he sped. +His good right hand in battle skilled +Sthúlaksha's eyes with arrows filled, +And trusting still his ready bow +He laid the fierce Pramathi low, +Who sank as some tall tree falls down +With bough and branch and leafy crown. +Then with five thousand shafts he slew +The rest of Dúshan's giant crew: +Five thousand demons, torn and rent, +To Yama's gloomy realm he sent. +When Khara knew the fate of all +The giant band and Dúshan's fall, +He called the mighty chiefs who led +His army, and in fury said: +“Now Dúshan and his armèd train +Lie prostrate on the battle plain. +Lead forth an army mightier still, +Rama this wretched man, to kill. +Fight ye with darts of every shape, +Nor let him from your wrath escape.” +Thus spoke the fiend, by rage impelled, +And straight his course toward Rama held. +With Śyenagamí and the rest +Of his twelve chiefs he onward pressed, +And every giant as he went +A storm of well-wrought arrows sent. +Then with his pointed shafts that came +With gold and diamond bright as flame, +Dead to the earth the hero threw +The remnant of the demon crew. +Those shafts with feathers bright as gold, +Like flames which wreaths of smoke enfold, +Smote down the fiends like tall trees rent +By red bolts from the firmament. +A hundred shafts he pointed well: +By their keen barbs a hundred fell: +A thousand,—and a thousand more +In battle's front lay drenched in gore. +Of all defence and guard bereft, +With sundered bows and harness cleft. +Their bodies red with bloody stain +Fell the night-rovers on the plain, +Which, covered with the loosened hair +Of bleeding giants prostrate there, +Like some great altar showed, arrayed +For holy rites with grass o'erlaid. +The darksome wood, each glade and dell +Where the wild demons fought and fell +Was like an awful hell whose floor +Is thick with mire and flesh and gore. +Thus twice seven thousand fiends, a band +With impious heart and bloody hand, +By Raghu's son were overthrown, +A man, on foot, and all alone. +Of all who met on that fierce day, +Khara, great chief, survived the fray, +The monster of the triple head,470 +And Raghu's son, the foeman's dread. +The other demon warriors, all +Skilful and brave and strong and tall, +In front of battle, side by side, +Struck down by Lakshman's brother died. +When Khara saw the host he led +Triumphant forth to fight +Stretched on the earth, all smitten dead, +By Rama's nobler might, +Upon his foe he fiercely glared, +And drove against him fast, +Like Indra when his arm is bared +His thundering bolt to cast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_221.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_221.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2fa64df02964ba1b171ae71d63dab009bbe3ca8e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_221.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XXVIII. Khara Dismounted. + +But Triśiras,471 a chieftain dread, +Marked Khara as he onward sped. +And met his car and cried, to stay +The giant from the purposed fray: +“Mine be the charge: let me attack, +And turn thee from the contest back. +Let me go forth, and thou shalt see +The strong-armed Rama slain by me. +True are the words I speak, my lord: +I swear it as I touch my sword: +That I this Rama's blood will spill, +Whom every giant's hand should kill. +This Rama will I slay, or he +In battle fray shall conquer me. +Restrain thy spirit: check thy car, +And view the combat from afar. +Thou, joying o'er the prostrate foe, +To Janasthan again shalt go, +Or, if I fall in battle's chance, +Against my conqueror advance.” +Thus Triśiras for death who yearned: +And Khara from the conflict turned, +“Go forth to battle,” Khara cried; +And toward his foe the giant hied. +Borne on a car of glittering hue +Which harnessed coursers fleetly drew, +Like some huge hill with triple peak +He onward rushed the prince to seek. +[pg 261] +Still, like a big cloud, sending out +His arrowy rain with many a shout +Like the deep sullen roars that come +Discordant from a moistened drum. +But Raghu's son, whose watchful eye +Beheld the demon rushing nigh, +From the great bow he raised and bent +A shower of shafts to meet him sent. +Wild grew the fight and wilder yet +As fiend and man in combat met, +As when in some dark wood's retreat +An elephant and a lion meet. +The giant bent his bow, and true +To Rama's brow three arrows flew. +Then, raging as he felt the stroke, +These words in anger Rama spoke: +“Heroic chief! is such the power +Of fiends who rove at midnight hour? +Soft as the touch of flowers I feel +The gentle blows thine arrows deal. +Receive in turn my shafts, and know +What arrows fly from Rama's bow.” +Thus as he spoke his wrath grew hot, +And twice seven deadly shafts he shot, +Which, dire as serpent's deadly fang, +Straight to the giant's bosom sprang. +Four arrows more,—each shaped to deal +A mortal wound with barbèd steel,— +The glorious hero shot, and slew +The four good steeds the car that drew. +Eight other shafts flew straight and fleet, +And hurled the driver from his seat, +And in the dust the banner laid +That proudly o'er the chariot played. +Then as the fiend prepared to bound +Forth from his useless car to ground, +The hero smote him to the heart, +And numbed his arm with deadly smart. +Again the chieftain, peerless-souled, +Sent forth three rapid darts, and rolled +With each keen arrow, deftly sped, +Low in the dust a monstrous head. +Then yielding to each deadly stroke, +Forth spouting streams of blood and smoke, +The headless trunk bedrenched with gore +Fell to the ground and moved no more. +The fiends who yet were left with life, +Routed and crushed in battle strife, +To Khara's side, like trembling deer +Scared by the hunter, fled in fear. +King Khara saw with furious eye +His scattered giants turn and fly; +Then rallying his broken train +At Raghu's son he drove amain, +Like Rahu472 when his deadly might +Comes rushing on the Lord of Night. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_222.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_222.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1b4e5aadc9cfabb9aeb0457c1b1c83814a862bad --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_222.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto XXIX. Khara's Defeat. + +But when he turned his eye where bled +Both Triśiras and Dúshan dead, +Fear o'er the giant's spirit came +Of Rama's might which naught could tame. +He saw his savage legions, those +Whose force no creature dared oppose,— +He saw the leader of his train +By Rama's single prowess slain. +With burning grief he marked the few +Still left him of his giant crew. +As Namuchi473 on Indra, so +Rushed the dread demon on his foe. +His mighty bow the monster strained, +And angrily on Rama rained +His mortal arrows in a flood, +Like serpent fangs athirst for blood. +Skilled in the bowman's warlike art, +He plied the string and poised the dart. +Here, on his car, and there, he rode, +And passages of battle showed, +While all the skyey regions grew +Dark with his arrows as they flew. +Then Rama seized his ponderous bow, +And straight the heaven was all aglow +With shafts whose stroke no life might bear +That filled with flash and flame the air, +Thick as the blinding torrents sent +Down from Parjanya's474 firmament. +In space itself no space remained, +But all was filled with arrows rained +Incessantly from each great bow +Wielded by Rama and his foe. +As thus in furious combat, wrought +To mortal hate, the warriors fought, +The sun himself grew faint and pale, +Obscured behind that arrowy veil. +As when beneath the driver's steel +An elephant is forced to kneel, +So from the hard and pointed head +Of many an arrow Rama bled. +High on his car the giant rose +Prepared in deadly strife to close, +[pg 262] +And all the spirits saw him stand +Like Yama with his noose in hand. +For Khara deemed in senseless pride +That he, beneath whose hand had died +The giant legions, failed at length +Slow sinking with exhausted strength. +But Rama, like a lion, when +A trembling deer comes nigh his den, +Feared not the demon mad with hate,— +Of lion might and lion gait. +Then in his lofty car that glowed +With sunlike brilliance Khara rode +At Rama: madly on he came +Like a poor moth that seeks the flame. +His archer skill the fiend displayed, +And at the place where Rama laid +His hand, an arrow cleft in two +The mighty bow the hero drew. +Seven arrows by the giant sent, +Bright as the bolts of Indra, rent +Their way through mail and harness joints, +And pierced him with their iron points. +On Rama, hero unsurpassed, +A thousand shafts smote thick and fast, +While as each missile struck, rang out +The giant's awful battle-shout. +His knotted arrows pierced and tore +The sunbright mail the hero wore, +Till, band and buckle rent away, +Glittering on the ground it lay. +Then pierced in shoulder, breast, and side, +Till every limb with blood was dyed, +The chieftain in majestic ire +Shone glorious as the smokeless fire. +Then loud and long the war-cry rose +Of Rama, terror of his foes, +As, on the giant's death intent, +A ponderous bow he strung and bent,— +Lord Vishnu's own, of wondrous size,— +Agastya gave the heavenly prize. +Then rushing on the demon foe, +He raised on high that mighty bow, +And with his well-wrought shafts, whereon +Bright gold between the feathers shone, +He struck the pennon fluttering o'er +The chariot, and it waved no more. +That glorious flag whose every fold +Was rich with blazonry and gold, +Fell as the sun himself by all +The Gods' decree might earthward fall. +From wrathful Khara's hand, whose art +Well knew each vulnerable part, +Four keenly-piercing arrows flew, +And blood in Rama's bosom drew, +With every limb distained with gore +From deadly shafts which rent and tore, +From Khara's clanging bowstring shots, +The prince's wrath waxed wondrous hot. +His hand upon his bow that best +Of mighty archers firmly pressed, +And from the well-drawn bowstring, true +Each to its mark, six arrows flew. +One quivered in the giant's head, +With two his brawny shoulders bled; +Three, with the crescent heads they bore, +Deep in his breast a passage tore. +Thirteen, to which the stone had lent +The keenest point, were swiftly sent +On the fierce giant, every one +Destructive, gleaming like the sun. +With four the dappled steeds he slew; +One cleft the chariot yoke in two, +One, in the heat of battle sped, +Smote from the neck the driver's head. +The poles were rent apart by three; +Two broke the splintered axle-tree. +Then from the hand of Rama, while +Across his lips there came a smile, +The twelfth, like thunderbolt impelled, +Cut the great hand and bow it held. +Then, scarce by Indra's self surpassed, +He pierced the giant with the last. +The bow he trusted cleft in twain, +His driver and his horses slain, +Down sprang the giant, mace in hand, +On foot against the foe to stand. +The Gods and saints in bright array +Close gathered in the skies, +The prince's might in battle-fray +Beheld with joyful eyes. +Uprising from their golden seats, +Their hands in honour raised, +They looked on Rama's noble feats, +And blessed him as they praised. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_223.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_223.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d44d4332d5884b7be01c228f373c8d101acf5044 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_223.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto XXX. Khara's Death. + +When Rama saw the giant nigh, +On foot, alone, with mace reared high, +In mild reproof at first he spoke, +Then forth his threatening anger broke: +“Thou with the host 'twas thine to lead, +With elephant and car and steed, +Hast wrought an act of sin and shame, +An act which all who live must blame. +Know that the wretch whose evil mind +Joys in the grief of human kind, +Though the three worlds confess him lord, +Must perish dreaded and abhorred. +Night-rover, when a villain's deeds +Distress the world he little heeds, +Each hand is armed his life to take, +And crush him like a deadly snake. +The end is near when men begin +Through greed or lust a life of sin, +E'en as a Brahman's dame, unwise, +Eats of the fallen hail475 and dies. +[pg 263] +Thy hand has slain the pure and good, +The hermit saints of Danḍak wood, +Of holy life, the heirs of bliss; +And thou shalt reap the fruit of this. +Not long shall they whose cruel breasts +Joy in the sin the world detests +Retain their guilty power and pride, +But fade like trees whose roots are dried. +Yes, as the seasons come and go, +Each tree its kindly fruit must show, +And sinners reap in fitting time +The harvest of each earlier crime. +As those must surely die who eat +Unwittingly of poisoned meat, +They too whose lives in sin are spent +Receive ere long the punishment. +And know, thou rover of the night, +That I, a king, am sent to smite +The wicked down, who court the hate +Of men whose laws they violate. +This day my vengeful hand shall send +Shafts bright with gold to tear and rend, +And pass with fury through thy breast +As serpents pierce an emmet's nest. +Thou with thy host this day shalt be +Among the dead below, and see +The saints beneath thy hand who bled, +Whose flesh thy cruel maw has fed. +They, glorious on their seats of gold, +Their slayer shall in hell behold. +Fight with all strength thou callest thine, +Mean scion of ignoble line, +Still, like the palm-tree's fruit, this day +My shafts thy head in dust shall lay.” +Such were the words that Rama said: +Then Khara's eyes with wrath glowed red, +Who, maddened by the rage that burned +Within him, with a smile returned: +“Thou Daśaratha's son, hast slain +The meaner giants of my train: +And canst thou idly vaunt thy might +And claim the praise not thine by right? +Not thus in self-laudation rave +The truly great, the nobly brave: +No empty boasts like thine disgrace +The foremost of the human race. +The mean of soul, unknown to fame, +Who taint their warrior race with shame, +Thus speak in senseless pride as thou, +O Raghu's son, hast boasted now. +What hero, when the war-cry rings, +Vaunts the high race from which he springs, +Or seeks, when warriors meet and die, +His own descent to glorify? +Weakness and folly show confessed +In every vaunt thou utterest, +As when the flames fed high with grass +Detect the simulating brass. +Dost thou not see me standing here +Armed with the mighty mace I rear, +Firm as an earth upholding hill +Whose summit veins of metal fill? +Lo, here I stand before thy face +To slay thee with my murderous mace, +As Death, the universal lord, +Stands threatening with his fatal cord. +Enough of this. Much more remains +That should be said: but time constrains. +Ere to his rest the sun descend, +And shades of night the combat end, +The twice seven thousand of my band +Who fell beneath thy bloody hand +Shall have their tears all wiped away +And triumph in thy fall to-day.” +He spoke, and loosing from his hold +His mighty mace ringed round with gold, +Like some red bolt alive with fire +Hurled it at Rama, mad with ire. +The ponderous mace which Khara threw +Sent fiery flashes as it flew. +Trees, shrubs were scorched beneath the blast, +As onward to its aim it passed. +But Rama, watching as it sped +Dire as His noose who rules the dead, +Cleft it with arrows as it came +On rushing with a hiss and flame. +Its fury spent and burnt away, +Harmless upon the ground it lay +Like a great snake in furious mood +By herbs of numbing power subdued. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_224.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_224.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1a237b95edbcd33015cc566ac631f5c63b503a04 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_224.txt @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +Canto XXXI. Ravan. + +When Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Virtue's dear son, had cleft the mace, +Thus with superior smile the best +Of chiefs the furious fiend addressed: +“Thou, worst of giant blood, at length +Hast shown the utmost of thy strength, +And forced by greater might to bow, +Thy vaunting threats are idle now. +My shafts have cut thy club in twain: +Useless it lies upon the plain, +And all thy pride and haughty trust +Lie with it levelled in the dust. +The words that thou hast said to-day, +That thou wouldst wipe the tears away +Of all the giants I have slain, +My deeds shall render void and vain. +Thou meanest of the giants' breed, +Evil in thought and word and deed, +My hand shall take that life of thine +As Garuḍ476 seized the juice divine. +[pg 264] +Thou, rent by shafts, this day shalt die: +Low on the ground thy corse shall lie, +And bubbles from the cloven neck +With froth and blood thy skin shall deck. +With dust and mire all rudely dyed, +Thy torn arms lying by thy side, +While streams of blood each limb shall steep, +Thou on earth's breast shalt take thy sleep +Like a fond lover when he strains +The beauty whom at length he gains. +Now when thy heavy eyelids close +For ever in thy deep repose, +Again shall Danḍak forest be +Safe refuge for the devotee. +Thou slain, and all thy race who held +The realm of Janasthan expelled, +Again shall happy hermits rove, +Fearing no danger, through the grove. +Within those bounds, their brethren slain, +No giant shall this day remain, +But all shall fly with many a tear +And fearing, rid the saints of fear. +This bitter day shall misery bring +On all the race that calls thee king. +Fierce as their lord, thy dames shall know, +Bereft of joys, the taste of woe. +Base, cruel wretch, of evil mind, +Plaguer of Brahmans and mankind, +With trembling hands each devotee +Feeds holy fires in dread of thee.” +Thus with wild fury unrepressed +Raghu's brave son the fiend addressed; +And Khara, as his wrath grew high, +Thus thundered forth his fierce reply: +“By senseless pride to madness wrought, +By danger girt thou fearest naught, +Nor heedest, numbered with the dead, +What thou shouldst say and leave unsaid. +When Fate's tremendous coils enfold +The captive in resistless hold, +He knows not right from wrong, each sense +Numbed by that deadly influence.” +He spoke, and when his speech was done +Bent his fierce brows on Raghu's son. +With eager eyes he looked around +If lethal arms might yet be found. +Not far away and full in view +A Sal-tree towering upward grew. +His lips in mighty strain compressed, +He tore it up with root and crest, +With huge arms waved it o'er his head +And hurled it shouting, Thou art dead. +But Rama, unsurpassed in might, +Stayed with his shafts its onward flight, +And furious longing seized his soul +The giant in the dust to roll. +Great drops of sweat each limb bedewed, +His red eyes showed his wrathful mood. +A thousand arrows, swiftly sent, +The giant's bosom tore and rent. +From every gash his body showed +The blood in foamy torrents flowed, +As springing from their caverns leap +Swift rivers down the mountain steep. +When Khara felt each deadened power +Yielding beneath that murderous shower, +He charged, infuriate with the scent +Of blood, in dire bewilderment. +But Rama watched, with ready bow, +The onset of his bleeding foe, +And ere the monster reached him, drew +Backward in haste a yard or two. +Then from his side a shaft he took +Whose mortal stroke no life might brook: +Of peerless might, it bore the name +Of Brahma's staff, and glowed with flame: +Lord Indra, ruler of the skies, +Himself had given the glorious prize. +His bow the virtuous hero drew, +And at the fiend the arrow flew. +Hissing and roaring like the blast +Of tempest through the air it passed, +And fixed, by Rama's vigour sped, +In the foe's breast its pointed head. +Then fell the fiend: the quenchless flame +Burnt furious in his wounded frame. +So burnt by Rudra Andhak477 fell +In Śvetaranya's silvery dell: +So Namuchi and Vritra478 died +By steaming bolts that tamed their pride: +So Bala479 fell by lightning sent +By Him who rules the firmament. +Then all the Gods in close array +With the bright hosts who sing and play, +Filled full of rapture and amaze, +Sang hymns of joy in Rama's praise, +Beat their celestial drums and shed +Rain of sweet flowers upon his head. +For three short hours had scarcely flown, +And by his pointed shafts o'erthrown +The twice seven thousand fiends, whose will +Could change their shapes, in death were still, +With Triśiras and Dúshan slain, +And Khara, leader of the train. +“O wondrous deed,” the bards began, +“The noblest deed of virtuous man! +Heroic strength that stood alone, +And firmness e'en as Vishnu's own!” +Thus having sung, the shining train +Turned to their heavenly homes again. +[pg 265] +Then the high saints of royal race +And loftiest station sought the place, +And by the great Agastya led, +With reverence to Rama said: +“For this, Lord Indra, glorious sire, +Majestic as the burning fire, +Who crushes cities in his rage, +Sought Śarabhanga's hermitage. +Thou wast, this great design to aid, +Led by the saints to seek this shade, +And with thy mighty arm to kill +The giants who delight in ill. +Thou Daśaratha's noble son, +The battle for our sake hast won, +And saints in Danḍak's wild who live +Their days to holy tasks can give.” +Forth from the mountain cavern came +The hero Lakshman with the dame. +And rapture beaming from his face, +Resought the hermit dwelling-place. +Then when the mighty saints had paid +Due honour for the victor's aid, +The glorious Rama honoured too +By Lakshman to his cot withdrew. +When Síta looked upon her lord, +His foemen slain, the saints restored, +In pride and rapture uncontrolled +She clasped him in her loving hold. +On the dead fiends her glances fell: +She saw her lord alive and well, +Victorious after toil and pain, +And Janak's child was blest again. +Once more, once more with new delight +Her tender arms she threw +Round Rama whose victorious might +Had crushed the demon crew. +Then as his grateful reverence paid +Each saint of lofty soul, +O'er her sweet face, all fears allayed, +The flush of transport stole. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_225.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_225.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bbcc5a85adef75c0ed7b7ef342937f32dbd343e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_225.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ +Canto XXXII. Ravan Roused. + +But of the host of giants one, +Akampan, from the field had run +And sped to Lanka480 to relate +In Ravan's ear the demons' fate: +“King, many a giant from the shade +Of Janasthan in death is laid: +Khara the chief is slain, and I +Could scarcely from the battle fly.” +Fierce anger, as the monarch heard, +Inflamed his look, his bosom stirred, +And while with scorching glance he eyed +The messenger, he thus replied: +“What fool has dared, already dead, +Strike Janasthan, the general dread? +Who is the wretch shall vainly try +In earth, heaven, hell, from me to fly? +Vaiśravan,481 Indra, Vishnu, He +Who rules the dead, must reverence me; +For not the mightiest lord of these +Can brave my will and live at ease. +Fate finds in me a mightier fate +To burn the fires that devastate. +With unresisted influence I +Can force e'en Death himself to die, +With all-surpassing might restrain +The fury of the hurricane, +And burn in my tremendous ire +The glory of the sun and fire.” +As thus the fiend's hot fury blazed, +His trembling hands Akampan raised, +And with a voice which fear made weak, +Permission craved his tale to speak. +King Ravan gave the leave he sought, +And bade him tell the news he brought. +His courage rose, his voice grew bold, +And thus his mournful tale he told: +“A prince with mighty shoulders, sprung +From Daśaratha, brave and young, +With arms well moulded, bears the name +Of Rama with a lion's frame. +Renowned, successful, dark of limb, +Earth has no warrior equals him. +He fought in Janasthan and slew +Dúshan the fierce and Khara too.” +Ravan the giants' royal chief. +Received Akampan's tale of grief. +Then, panting like an angry snake, +These words in turn the monarch spake: +“Say quick, did Rama seek the shade +Of Janasthan with Indra's aid, +And all the dwellers in the skies +To back his hardy enterprise?” +Akampan heard, and straight obeyed +His master, and his answer made. +Then thus the power and might he told +Of Raghu's son the lofty-souled: +“Best is that chief of all who know +With deftest art to draw the bow. +His are strange arms of heavenly might, +And none can match him in the fight. +His brother Lakshman brave as he, +Fair as the rounded moon to see, +With eyes like night and voice that comes +Deep as the roll of beaten drums, +By Rama's side stands ever near, +Like wind that aids the flame's career. +That glorious chief, that prince of kings, +On Janasthan this ruin brings. +No Gods were there,—dismiss the thought +No heavenly legions came and fought. +His swift-winged arrows Rama sent, +Each bright with gold and ornament. +To serpents many-faced they turned: +[pg 266] +The giant hosts they ate and burned. +Where'er these fled in wild dismay +Rama was there to strike and slay. +By him O King of high estate, +Is Janasthan left desolate.” +Akampan ceased: in angry pride +The giant monarch thus replied: +“To Janasthan myself will go +And lay these daring brothers low.” +Thus spoke the king in furious mood: +Akampan then his speech renewed: +“O listen while I tell at length +The terror of the hero's strength. +No power can check, no might can tame +Rama, a chief of noblest fame. +He with resistless shafts can stay +The torrent foaming on its way. +Sky, stars, and constellations, all +To his fierce might would yield and fall. +His power could earth itself uphold +Down sinking as it sank of old.482 +Or all its plains and cities drown, +Breaking the wild sea's barrier down; +Crush the great deep's impetuous will, +Or bid the furious wind be still. +He glorious in his high estate +The triple world could devastate, +And there, supreme of men, could place +His creatures of a new-born race. +Never can mighty Rama be +O'ercome in fight, my King, by thee. +Thy giant host the day might win +From him, if heaven were gained by sin. +If Gods were joined with demons, they +Could ne'er, I ween, that hero slay, +But guile may kill the wondrous man; +Attend while I disclose the plan. +His wife, above all women graced, +Is Síta of the dainty waist, +With limbs to fair proportion true, +And a soft skin of lustrous hue, +Round neck and arm rich gems are twined: +She is the gem of womankind. +With her no bright Gandharví vies, +No nymph or Goddess in the skies; +And none to rival her would dare +'Mid dames who part the long black hair. +That hero in the wood beguile, +And steal his lovely spouse the while. +Reft of his darling wife, be sure, +Brief days the mourner will endure.” +With flattering hope of triumph moved +The giant king that plan approved, +Pondered the counsel in his breast, +And then Akampan thus addressed: +“Forth in my car I go at morn, +None but the driver with me borne, +And this fair Síta will I bring +Back to my city triumphing.” +Forth in his car by asses drawn +The giant monarch sped at dawn, +Bright as the sun, the chariot cast +Light through the sky as on it passed. +Then high in air that best of cars +Traversed the path of lunar stars, +Sending a fitful radiance pale +As moonbeams shot through cloudy veil. +Far on his airy way he flew: +Near Taḍakeya's483 grove he drew. +Marícha welcomed him, and placed +Before him food which giants taste, +With honour led him to a seat, +And brought him water for his feet; +And then with timely words addressed +Such question to his royal guest: +“Speak, is it well with thee whose sway +The giant multitudes obey? +I know not all, and ask in fear +The cause, O King, why thou art here.” +Rava, the giants' mighty king, +Heard wise Marícha's questioning, +And told with ready answer, taught +In eloquence, the cause he sought: +“My guards, the bravest of my band, +Are slain by Rama's vigorous hand, +And Janasthan, that feared no hate +Of foes, is rendered desolate. +Come, aid me in the plan I lay +To steal the conqueror's wife away.” +Marícha heard the king's request, +And thus the giant chief addressed: +“What foe in friendly guise is he +Who spoke of Síta's name to thee? +Who is the wretch whose thought would bring +Destruction on the giants' king? +Whose is the evil counsel, say, +That bids thee bear his wife away, +And careless of thy life provoke +Earth's loftiest with threatening stroke? +A foe is he who dared suggest +This hopeless folly to thy breast, +Whose ill advice would bid thee draw +The venomed fang from serpent's jaw. +By whose unwise suggestion led +Wilt thou the path of ruin tread? +Whence falls the blow that would destroy +Thy gentle sleep of ease and joy? +Like some wild elephant is he +That rears his trunk on high, +Lord of an ancient pedigree, +Huge tusks, and furious eye. +Ravan, no rover of the night +With bravest heart can brook, +Met in the front of deadly fight, +On Raghu's son to look. +[pg 267] +The giant hosts were brave and strong, +Good at the bow and spear: +But Rama slew the routed throng, +A lion 'mid the deer. +No lion's tooth can match his sword, +Or arrows fiercely shot: +He sleeps, he sleeps—the lion lord; +Be wise and rouse him not. +O Monarch of the giants, well +Upon my counsel think, +Lest thou for ever in the hell +Of Rama's vengeance sink: +A hell, where deadly shafts are sent +From his tremendous-bow, +While his great arms all flight prevent, +Like deepest mire below: +Where the wild floods of battle rave +Above the foeman's head, +And each with many a feathery wave +Of shafts is garlanded. +O, quench the flames that in thy breast +With raging fury burn; +And pacified and self-possessed +To Lanka's town return. +Rest thou in her imperial bowers +With thine own wives content, +And in the wood let Rama's hours +With Síta still be spent.” +The lord of Lanka's isle obeyed +The counsel, and his purpose stayed. +Borne on his car he parted thence +And gained his royal residence. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_226.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_226.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..26191bb659d04fd5055ec5f6b948d6fa7ef35a8f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_226.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XXXIII. Súrpanakha's Speech. + +But Śúrpanakha saw the plain +Spread with the fourteen thousand slain, +Doers of cruel deeds o'erthrown +By Rama's mighty arm alone, +Add Triśiras and Dúshan dead, +And Khara, with the hosts they led. +Their death she saw, and mad with pain, +Roared like a cloud that brings the rain, +And fled in anger and dismay +To Lanka, seat of Ravan's sway. +There on a throne of royal state +Exalted sat the potentate, +Begirt with counsellor and peer, +Like Indra with the Storm Gods near. +Bright as the sun's full splendour shone +The glorious throne he sat upon, +As when the blazing fire is red +Upon a golden altar fed. +Wide gaped his mouth at every breath, +Tremendous as the jaws of Death. +With him high saints of lofty thought, +Gandharvas, Gods, had vainly fought. +The wounds were on his body yet +From wars where Gods and demons met. +And scars still marked his ample chest +By fierce Airavat's484 tusk impressed. +A score of arms, ten necks, had he, +His royal gear was brave to see. +His massive form displayed each sign +That marks the heir of kingly line. +In stature like a mountain height, +His arms were strong, his teeth were white, +And all his frame of massive mould +Seemed lazulite adorned with gold. +A hundred seams impressed each limp +Where Vishnu's arm had wounded him, +And chest and shoulder bore the print +Of sword and spear and arrow dint, +Where every God had struck a blow +In battle with the giant foe. +His might to wildest rage could wake +The sea whose faith naught else can shake, +Hurl towering mountains to the earth, +And crush e'en foes of heavenly birth. +The bonds of law and right he spurned: +To others' wives his fancy turned. +Celestial arms he used in fight, +And loved to mar each holy rite. +He went to Bhogavatí's town,485 +Where Vasuki was beaten down, +And stole, victorious in the strife, +Lord Takshaka's beloved wife. +Kailasa's lofty crest he sought, +And when in vain Kuvera fought, +Stole Pushpak thence, the car that through +The air, as willed the master, flew. +Impelled by furious anger, he +Spoiled Nandan's486 shade and Naliní, +And Chaitraratha's heavenly grove, +The haunts where Gods delight to rove. +Tall as a hill that cleaves the sky, +He raised his mighty arms on high +To check the blessed moon, and stay +The rising of the Lord of Day. +Ten thousand years the giant spent +On dire austerities intent, +And of his heads an offering, laid +Before the Self-existent, made. +No God or fiend his life could take, +Gandharva, goblin, bird, or snake: +Safe from all fears of death, except +From human arm, that life was kept. +Oft when the priests began to raise +Their consecrating hymns of praise, +He spoiled the Soma's sacred juice +Poured forth by them in solemn use. +[pg 268] +The sacrifice his hands o'erthrew, +And cruelly the Brahmans slew. +His was a heart that naught could melt, +Joying in woes which others felt. +She saw the ruthless monster there, +Dread of the worlds, unused to spare. +In robes of heavenly texture dressed, +Celestial wreaths adorned his breast. +He sat a shape of terror, like +Destruction ere the worlds it strike. +She saw him in his pride of place, +The joy of old Pulastya's487 race, +Begirt by counsellor and peer, +Ravan, the foeman's mortal fear, +And terror in her features shown, +The giantess approached the throne. +Then Śúrpanakha bearing yet +Each deeply printed trace +Where the great-hearted chief had set +A mark upon her face, +Impelled by terror and desire, +Still fierce, no longer bold, +To Ravan of the eyes of fire +Her tale, infuriate, told. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_227.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_227.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..46f6491bc9280d22f127dd8206a1b601862c5cc9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_227.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Súrpanakha's Speech. + +Burning with anger, in the ring +Of counsellors who girt their king, +To Ravan, ravener of man, +With bitter words she thus began: +“Wilt thou absorbed in pleasure, still +Pursue unchecked thy selfish will: +Nor turn thy heedless eyes to see +The coming fate which threatens thee? +The king who days and hours employs +In base pursuit of vulgar joys +Must in his people's sight be vile +As fire that smokes on funeral pile. +He who when duty calls him spares +No time for thought of royal cares, +Must with his realm and people all +Involved in fatal ruin fall. +As elephants in terror shrink +From the false river's miry brink, +Thus subjects from a monarch flee +Whose face their eyes may seldom see, +Who spends the hours for toil ordained +In evil courses unrestrained. +He who neglects to guard and hold +His kingdom by himself controlled, +Sinks nameless like a hill whose head +Is buried in the ocean's bed. +Thy foes are calm and strong and wise, +Fiends, Gods, and warriors of the skies,— +How, heedless, wicked, weak, and vain, +Wilt thou thy kingly state maintain? +Thou, lord of giants, void of sense, +Slave of each changing influence, +Heedless of all that makes a king, +Destruction on thy head wilt bring. +O conquering chief, the prince, who boasts, +Of treasury and rule and hosts, +By others led, though lord of all, +Is meaner than the lowest thrall. +For this are monarchs said to be +Long-sighted, having power to see +Things far away by faithful eyes +Of messengers and loyal spies. +But aid from such thou wilt not seek: +Thy counsellors are blind and weak, +Or thou from these hadst surely known +Thy legions and thy realm o'erthrown. +Know, twice seven thousand, fierce in might, +Are slain by Rama in the fight, +And they, the giant host who led, +Khara and Dúshan, both are dead. +Know, Rama with his conquering arm +Has freed the saints from dread of harm, +Has smitten Janasthan and made +Asylum safe in Danḍak's shade. +Enslaved and dull, of blinded sight, +Intoxicate with vain delight, +Thou closest still thy heedless eyes +To dangers in thy realm that rise. +A king besotted, mean, unkind, +Of niggard hand and slavish mind. +Will find no faithful followers heed +Their master in his hour of need. +The friend on whom he most relies, +In danger, from a monarch flies, +Imperious in his high estate, +Conceited, proud, and passionate; +Who ne'er to state affairs attends +With wholesome fear when woe impends +Most weak and worthless as the grass, +Soon from his sway the realm will pass. +For rotting wood a use is found, +For clods and dust that strew the ground, +But when a king has lost his sway, +Useless he falls, and sinks for aye. +As raiment by another worn, +As faded garland crushed and torn, +So is, unthroned, the proudest king, +Though mighty once, a useless thing. +But he who every sense subdues +And each event observant views, +Rewards the good and keeps from wrong, +Shall reign secure and flourish long. +Though lulled in sleep his senses lie +He watches with a ruler's eye, +Untouched by favour, ire, and hate, +And him the people celebrate. +O weak of mind, without a trace +[pg 269] +Of virtues that a king should grace, +Who hast not learnt from watchful spy +That low in death the giants lie. +Scorner of others, but enchained +By every base desire, +By thee each duty is disdained +Which time and place require. +Soon wilt thou, if thou canst not learn, +Ere yet it be too late, +The good from evil to discern, +Fall from thy high estate.” +As thus she ceased not to upbraid +The king with cutting speech, +And every fault to view displayed, +Naming and marking each, +The monarch of the sons of night, +Of wealth and power possessed, +And proud of his imperial might, +Long pondered in his breast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_228.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_228.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0efac403477fc39984bebe7b331492ce67b7b609 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_228.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto XXXV. Ravan's Journey. + +Then forth the giant's fury broke +As Śúrpanakha harshly spoke. +Girt by his lords the demon king +Looked on her, fiercely questioning: +“Who is this Rama, whence, and where? +His form, his might, his deeds declare. +His wandering steps what purpose led +To Danḍak forest, hard to tread? +What arms are his that he could smite +In fray the rovers of the night, +And Triśiras and Dúshan lay +Low on the earth, and Khara slay? +Tell all, my sister, and declare +Who maimed thee thus, of form most fair.” +Thus by the giant king addressed, +While burnt her fury unrepressed, +The giantess declared at length +The hero's form and deeds and strength: +“Long are his arms and large his eyes: +A black deer's skin his dress supplies. +King Daśaratha's son is he, +Fair as Kandarpa's self to see. +Adorned with many a golden band, +A bow, like Indra's, arms his hand, +And shoots a flood of arrows fierce +As venomed snakes to burn and pierce. +I looked, I looked, but never saw +His mighty hand the bowstring draw +That sent the deadly arrows out, +While rang through air his battle-shout. +I looked, I looked, and saw too well +How with that hail the giants fell, +As falls to earth the golden grain, +Struck by the blows of Indra's rain. +He fought, and twice seven thousand, all +Terrific giants, strong and tall, +Fell by the pointed shafts o'erthrown +Which Rama shot on foot, alone. +Three little hours had scarcely fled,— +Khara and Dúshan both were dead, +And he had freed the saints and made +Asylum sure in Danḍak's shade. +Me of his grace the victor spared, +Or I the giants' fate had shared. +The high-souled Rama would not deign +His hand with woman's blood to stain. +The glorious Lakshman, justly dear, +In gifts and warrior might his peer, +Serves his great brother with the whole +Devotion of his faithful soul: +Impetuous victor, bold and wise, +First in each hardy enterprise, +Still ready by his side to stand, +A second self or better hand. +And Rama has a large-eyed spouse, +Pure as the moon her cheek and brows, +Dearer than life in Rama's sight, +Whose happiness is her delight. +With beauteous hair and nose the dame +From head to foot has naught to blame. +She shines the wood's bright Goddess, Queen +Of beauty with her noble mien. +First in the ranks of women placed +Is Síta of the dainty waist. +In all the earth mine eyes have ne'er +Seen female form so sweetly fair. +Goddess nor nymph can vie with her, +Nor bride of heavenly chorister. +He who might call this dame his own, +Her eager arms about him thrown, +Would live more blest in Síta's love +Than Indra in the world above. +She, peerless in her form and face +And rich in every gentle grace, +Is worthy bride, O King, for thee, +As thou art meet her lord to be. +I even I, will bring the bride +In triumph to her lover's side— +This beauty fairer than the rest, +With rounded limb and heaving breast. +Each wound upon my face I owe +To cruel Lakshman's savage blow. +But thou, O brother, shalt survey +Her moonlike loveliness to-day, +And Kama's piercing shafts shall smite +Thine amorous bosom at the sight. +If in thy breast the longing rise +To make thine own the beauteous prize, +Up, let thy better foot begin +The journey and the treasure win. +If, giant Lord, thy favouring eyes +Regard the plan which I advise, +Up, cast all fear and doubt away +And execute the words I say +Come, giant King, this treasure seek, +For thou art strong and they are weak. +[pg 270] +Let Síta of the faultless frame +Be borne away and be thy dame. +Thy host in Janasthan who dwelt +Forth to the battle hied. +And by the shafts which Rama dealt +They perished in their pride. +Dúshan and Khara breathe no more, +Laid low upon the plain. +Arise, and ere the day be o'er +Take vengeance for the slain.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_229.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_229.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a43215e3dca77cf73913b551534f9883f1aa286d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_229.txt @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +Canto XXXVI. Ravan's Speech. + +When Ravan, by her fury spurred, +That terrible advice had heard, +He bade his nobles quit his side, +And to the work his thought applied. +He turned his anxious mind to scan +On every side the hardy plan: +The gain against the risk he laid, +Each hope and fear with care surveyed, +And in his heart at length decreed +To try performance of the deed. +Then steady in his dire intent +The giant to the courtyard went. +There to his charioteer he cried, +“Bring forth the car whereon I ride.” +Aye ready at his master's word +The charioteer the order heard, +And yoked with active zeal the best +Of chariots at his lord's behest. +Asses with heads of goblins drew +That wondrous car where'er it flew. +Obedient to the will it rolled +Adorned with gems and glistering gold. +Then mounting, with a roar as loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud, +The mighty monarch to the tide +Of Ocean, lord of rivers, hied. +White was the shade above him spread, +White chouris waved around his head, +And he with gold and jewels bright +Shone like the glossy lazulite. +Ten necks and twenty arms had he: +His royal gear was good to see. +The heavenly Gods' insatiate foe, +Who made the blood of hermits flow, +He like the Lord of Hills appeared +With ten huge heads to heaven upreared. +In the great car whereon he rode, +Like some dark cloud the giant showed, +When round it in their close array +The cranes 'mid wreaths of lightning play. +He looked, and saw, from realms of air, +The rocky shore of ocean, where +Unnumbered trees delightful grew +With flower and fruit of every hue. +He looked on many a lilied pool +With silvery waters fresh and cool, +And shores like spacious altars meet +For holy hermits' lone retreat. +The graceful palm adorned the scene, +The plantain waved her glossy green. +There grew the sal and betel, there +On bending boughs the flowers were fair. +There hermits dwelt who tamed each sense +By strictest rule of abstinence: +Gandharvas, Kinnars,488 thronged the place, +Nagas and birds of heavenly race. +Bright minstrels of the ethereal quire, +And saints exempt from low desire, +With ajas, sons of Brahma's line, +Maríchipas of seed divine, +Vaikhanasas and Mashas strayed, +And Balakhilyas489 in the shade. +The lovely nymphs of heaven were there, +Celestial wreaths confined their hair, +And to each form new grace was lent +By wealth of heavenly ornament. +Well skilled was each in play and dance +And gentle arts of dalliance. +The glorious wife of many a God +Those beautiful recesses trod, +There Gods and Danavs, all who eat +The food of heaven, rejoiced to meet. +The swan and Saras thronged each bay +With curlews, ducks, and divers gay, +Where the sea spray rose soft and white +O'er rocks of glossy lazulite. +As his swift way the fiend pursued +Pale chariots of the Gods he viewed, +Bearing each lord whose rites austere +Had raised him to the heavenly sphere. +Thereon celestial garlands hung, +There music played and songs were sung. +Then bright Gandharvas met his view, +And heavenly nymphs, as on he flew. +He saw the sandal woods below, +And precious trees of odorous flow, +That to the air around them lent +Their riches of delightful scent; +Nor failed his roving eye to mark +Tall aloe trees in grove and park. +He looked on wood with cassias filled, +And plants which balmy sweets distilled, +Where her fair flowers the betel showed +And the bright pods of pepper glowed. +The pearls in many a silvery heap +Lay on the margin of the deep. +And grey rocks rose amid the red +Of coral washed from ocean's bed. +[pg 271] +High soared the mountain peaks that bore +Treasures of gold and silver ore, +And leaping down the rocky walls +Came wild and glorious waterfalls. +Fair towns which grain and treasure held, +And dames who every gem excelled, +He saw outspread beneath him far, +With steed, and elephant, and car. +That ocean shore he viewed that showed +Fair as the blessed Gods' abode +Where cool delightful breezes played +O'er levels in the freshest shade. +He saw a fig-tree like a cloud +With mighty branches earthward bowed. +It stretched a hundred leagues and made +For hermit bands a welcome shade. +Thither the feathered king of yore +An elephant and tortoise bore, +And lighted on a bough to eat +The captives of his taloned feet. +The bough unable to sustain +The crushing weight and sudden strain, +Loaded with sprays and leaves of spring +Gave way beneath the feathered king. +Under the shadow of the tree +Dwelt many a saint and devotee, +ajas, the sons of Brahma's line, +Mashas, Maríchipas divine. +Vaikhanasas, and all the race +Of Balakhilyas, loved the place. +But pitying their sad estate +The feathered monarch raised the weight +Of the huge bough, and bore away +The loosened load and captured prey. +A hundred leagues away he sped, +Then on his monstrous booty fed, +And with the bough he smote the lands +Where dwell the wild Nishada bands. +High joy was his because his deed +From jeopardy the hermits freed. +That pride for great deliverance wrought +A double share of valour brought. +His soul conceived the high emprise +To snatch the Amrit from the skies. +He rent the nets of iron first, +Then through the jewel chamber burst, +And bore the drink of heaven away +That watched in Indra's palace lay. +Such was the hermit-sheltering tree +Which Ravan turned his eye to see. +Still marked where Garuḍ sought to rest, +The fig-tree bore the name of Blest. +When Ravan stayed his chariot o'er +The ocean's heart-enchanting shore, +He saw a hermitage that stood +Sequestered in the holy wood. +He saw the fiend Marícha there +With deerskin garb, and matted hair +Coiled up in hermit guise, who spent +His days by rule most abstinent. +As guest and host are wont to meet, +They met within that lone retreat. +Before the king Marícha placed +Food never known to human taste. +He entertained his guest with meat +And gave him water for his feet, +And then addressed the giant king +With timely words of questioning: +“Lord, is it well with thee, and well +With those in Lanka's town who dwell? +What sudden thought, what urgent need +Has brought thee with impetuous speed?” +The fiend Marícha thus addressed +Ravan the king, his mighty guest, +And he, well skilled in arts that guide +The eloquent, in turn replied: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_23.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_23.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..29808e64d00863d5970e27eb3f616b5f171c5540 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_23.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +Canto XXIV. The Spells. + +While thus the hapless monarch spoke, +Paternal love his utterance broke. +Then words like these the saint returned, +And fury in his bosom burned: +“Didst thou, O King, a promise make, +And wishest now thy word to break? +A son of Raghu's line should scorn +To fail in faith, a man forsworn. +But if thy soul can bear the shame +I will return e'en as I came. +Live with thy sons, and joy be thine, +False scion of Kakutstha's line.” +As Viśvamitra, mighty sage, +Was moved with this tempestuous rage, +Earth rocked and reeled throughout her frame, +And fear upon the Immortals came. +But Saint Vaśishṭha, wisest seer, +Observant of his vows austere, +Saw the whole world convulsed with dread, +And thus unto the monarch said: +“Thou, born of old Ikshvaku's seed, +Art Justice' self in mortal weed. +Constant and pious, blest by fate, +The right thou must not violate. +Thou, Raghu's son, so famous through +The triple world as just and true, +Perform thy bounden duty still, +Nor stain thy race by deed of ill. +If thou have sworn and now refuse +Thou must thy store of merit lose. +Then, Monarch, let thy Rama go, +Nor fear for him the demon foe. +The fiends shall have no power to hurt +Him trained to war or inexpert, +Nor vanquish him in battle field, +For Kuśik's son the youth will shield. +He is incarnate Justice, he +The best of men for bravery. +Embodied love of penance drear, +Among the wise without a peer. +[pg 036] +Full well he knows, great Kuśik's son, +The arms celestial, every one, +Arms from the Gods themselves concealed, +Far less to other men revealed. +These arms to him, when earth he swayed, +Mighty Kriśaśva, pleased, conveyed. +Kriśaśva's sons they are indeed, +Brought forth by Daksha's lovely seed,146 +Heralds of conquest, strong and bold, +Brilliant, of semblance manifold. +Jaya and Vijaya, most fair, +And hundred splendid weapons bare. +Of Jaya, glorious as the morn, +First fifty noble sons were born, +Boundless in size yet viewless too, +They came the demons to subdue. +And fifty children also came +Of Vijaya the beauteous dame, +Sanharas named, of mighty force, +Hard to assail or check in course. +Of these the hermit knows the use, +And weapons new can he produce. +All these the mighty saint will yield +To Rama's hand, to own and wield; +And armed with these, beyond a doubt +Shall Rama put those fiends to rout. +For Rama and the people's sake, +For thine own good my counsel take, +Nor seek, O King, with fond delay, +The parting of thy son to stay.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_230.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_230.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1045eba4696d387740f58242b8afea74e88f3d58 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_230.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XXXVII. Marícha's Speech. + +“Hear me, Marícha, while I speak, +And tell thee why thy home I seek. +Sick and distressed am I, and see +My surest hope and help in thee. +Of Janasthan I need not tell, +Where Śúrpanakha, Khara, dwell, +And Dúshan with the arm of might, +And Triśiras, the fierce in fight, +Who feeds on human flesh and gore, +And many noble giants more, +Who roam in dark of midnight through +The forest, brave and strong and true. +By my command they live at ease +And slaughter saints and devotees. +Those twice seven thousand giants, all +Obedient to their captain's call, +Joying in war and ruthless deeds +Follow where mighty Khara leads. +Those fearless warrior bands who roam +Through Janasthan their forest home, +In all their terrible array +Met Rama in the battle fray. +Girt with all weapons forth they sped +With Khara at the army's head. +The front of battle Rama held: +With furious wrath his bosom swelled. +Without a word his hate to show +He launched the arrows from his bow. +On the fierce hosts the missiles came, +Each burning with destructive flame, +The twice seven thousand fell o'erthrown +By him, a man, on foot, alone. +Khara the army's chief and pride, +And Dúshan, fearless warrior, died, +And Triśiras the fierce was slain, +And Danḍak wood was free again. +He, banished by his angry sire, +Roams with his wife in mean attire. +This wretch, his Warrior tribe's disgrace +Has slain the best of giant race. +[pg 272] +Harsh, wicked, fierce and greedy-souled, +A fool, with senses uncontrolled, +No thought of duty stirs his breast: +He joys to see the world distressed. +He sought the wood with fair pretence +Of truthful life and innocence, +But his false hand my sister left +Mangled, of nose and ears bereft. +This Rama's wife who bears the name +Of Síta, in her face and frame +Fair as a daughter of the skies,— +Her will I seize and bring the prize +Triumphant from the forest shade: +For this I seek thy willing aid. +If thou, O mighty one, wilt lend +Thy help and stand beside thy friend, +I with my brothers may defy +All Gods embattled in the sky. +Come, aid me now, for thine the power +To succour in the doubtful hour. +Thou art in war and time of fear, +For heart and hand, without a peer. +For thou art skilled in art and wile, +A warrior brave and trained in guile. +With this one hope, this only aim, +O Rover of the Night, I came. +Now let me tell what aid I ask +To back me in my purposed task. +In semblance of a golden deer +Adorned with silver spots appear. +Go, seek his dwelling: in the way +Of Rama and his consort stray. +Doubt not the lady, when she sees +The wondrous deer amid the trees, +Will bid her lord and Lakshman take +The creature for its beauty's sake. +Then when the chiefs have parted thence, +And left her lone, without defence, +As Rahu storms the moonlight, I +Will seize the lovely dame and fly. +Her lord will waste away and weep +For her his valour could not keep. +Then boldly will I strike the blow +And wreak my vengeance on the foe.” +When wise Marícha heard the tale +His heart grew faint, his cheek was pale, +He stared with open orbs, and tried +To moisten lips which terror dried, +And grief, like death, his bosom rent +As on the king his look he bent. +The monarch's will he strove to stay, +Distracted with alarm, +For well he knew the might that lay +In Rama's matchless arm. +With suppliant hands Marícha stood +And thus began to tell +His counsel for the tyrant's good, +And for his own as well: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_231.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_231.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..691572970f0361823960009612ad63c84d6f98cd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_231.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto XXXVIII. Marícha's Speech. + +Marícha gave attentive ear +The ruler of the fiends to hear: +Then, trained in all the rules that teach +The eloquent, began his speech: +“'Tis easy task, O King, to find +Smooth speakers who delight the mind. +But they who urge and they who do +Distasteful things and wise, are few. +Thou hast not learnt, by proof untaught, +And borne away by eager thought, +That Rama, formed for high emprise, +With Varun or with Indra vies. +Still let thy people live in peace, +Nor let their name and lineage cease, +For Rama with his vengeful hand +Can sweep the giants from the land. +O, let not Janak's daughter bring +Destruction on the giant king. +Let not the lady Síta wake +A tempest, on thy head to break. +Still let the dame, by care untried, +Be happy by her husband's side, +Lest swift avenging ruin fall +On glorious Lanka, thee, and all. +Men such as thou with wills unchained, +Advised by sin and unrestrained, +Destroy themselves, the king, the state, +And leave the people desolate. +Rama, in bonds of duty held, +Was never by his sire expelled. +He is no wretch of greedy mind, +Dishonour of his Warrior kind. +Free from all touch of rancorous spite, +All creatures' good is his delight. +He saw his sire of truthful heart +Deceived by Queen Kaikeyí's art, +And said, a true and duteous son, +“What thou hast promised shall be done.” +To gratify the lady's will, +His father's promise to fulfil, +He left his realm and all delight +For Danḍak wood, an anchorite. +No cruel wretch, no senseless fool +Is Rama, unrestrained by rule. +This groundless charge has ne'er been heard, +Nor shouldst thou speak the slanderous word. +Rama in truth and goodness bold +Is Virtue's self in human mould, +The sovereign of the world confessed +As Indra rules among the Blest. +And dost thou plot from him to rend +The darling whom his arms defend? +Less vain the hope to steal away +The glory of the Lord of Day. +[pg 273] +O Ravan, guard thee from the fire +Of vengeful Rama's kindled ire,— +Each spark a shaft with deadly aim, +While bow and falchion feed the flame. +Cast not away in hopeless strife +Thy realm, thy bliss, thine own dear life. +O Ravan of his might beware, +A God of Death who will not spare. +That bow he knows so well to draw +Is the destroyer's flaming jaw, +And with his shafts which flash and glow +He slays the armies of the foe. +Thou ne'er canst win—the thought forego— +From the safe guard of shaft and bow +King Janak's child, the dear delight +Of Rama unapproached in might. +The spouse of Raghu's son, confessed +Lion of men with lion chest,— +Dearer than life, through good and ill +Devoted to her husband's will, +The slender-waisted, still must be +From thy polluting touches free. +Far better grasp with venturous hand +The flame to wildest fury fanned. +What, King of giants, canst thou gain +From this attempt so wild and vain? +If in the fight his eye he bend +Upon thee, Lord, thy days must end, +So life and bliss and royal sway, +Lost beyond hope, will pass away. +Summon each lord of high estate, +And chief, Vibhishan490 to debate. +With peers in lore of counsel tried +Consider, reason, and decide +Scan strength and weakness, count the cost, +What may be gained and what be lost. +Examine and compare aright +Thy proper power and Rama's might, +Then if thy weal be still thy care, +Thou wilt be prudent and forbear. +O giant King, the contest shun, +Thy force is all too weak +The lord of Kosal's mighty son +In deadly fray to seek. +King of the hosts that rove at night, +O hear what I advise: +My prudent counsel do not slight; +Be patient and be wise.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_232.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_232.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..341ca5162836fde8c8871d14715387d584331c30 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_232.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto XXXIX. Marícha's Speech. + +“Once in my strength and vigour's pride +I roamed this earth from side to side, +And towering like a mountain's crest, +A thousand Nagas'491 might possessed. +Like some vast sable cloud I showed: +My golden armlets flashed and glowed. +A crown I wore, an axe I swayed, +And all I met were sore afraid. +I roved where Danḍak wood is spread; +On flesh of slaughtered saints I fed. +Then Viśvamitra, sage revered, +Holy of heart, my fury feared. +To Daśaratha's court he sped +And went before the king and said:492 +“With me, my lord, thy Rama send +On holy days his aid to lend. +Marícha fills my soul with dread +And keeps me sore disquieted.” +The monarch heard the saint's request +And thus the glorious sage addressed: +“My boy as yet in arms untrained +The age of twelve has scarce attained. +But I myself a host will lead +To guard thee in the hour of need. +My host with fourfold troops complete, +The rover of the night shall meet, +And I, O best of saints, will kill +Thy foeman and thy prayer fulfil.” +The king vouchsafed his willing aid: +The saint again this answer made: +“By Rama's might, and his alone, +Can this great fiend be overthrown. +I know in days of yore the Blest +Thy saving help in fight confessed. +Still of thy famous deeds they tell +In heaven above, in earth, and hell, +A mighty host obeys thy hest: +Here let it still, I pray thee, rest. +Thy glorious son, though yet a boy, +Will in the fight that fiend destroy. +Rama alone with me shall go: +Be happy, victor of the foe.” +He spoke: the monarch gave assent, +And Rama to the hermit lent. +So to his woodland home in joy +Went Viśvamitra with the boy. +With ready bow the champion stood +To guard the rites in Danḍak wood. +With glorious eyes, most bright to view, +Beardless as yet and dark of hue; +A single robe his only wear, +His temples veiled with waving hair, +[pg 274] +Around his neck a chain of gold, +He grasped the bow he loved to hold; +And the young hero's presence made +A glory in the forest shade. +Thus Rama with his beauteous mien, +Like the young rising moon was seen, +I, like a cloud which tempest brings, +My arms adorned with golden rings, +Proud of the boon which lent me might, +Approached where dwelt the anchorite. +But Rama saw me venturing nigh, +Raising my murderous axe on high; +He saw, and fearless of the foe, +Strung with calm hand his trusty bow. +By pride of conscious strength beguiled, +I scorned him as a feeble child, +And rushed with an impetuous bound +On Viśvamitra's holy ground. +A keen swift shaft he pointed well, +The foeman's rage to check and quell, +And hurled a hundred leagues away +Deep in the ocean waves I lay. +He would not kill, but, nobly brave, +My forfeit life he chose to save. +So there I lay with wandering sense +Dazed by that arrow's violence. +Long in the sea I lay: at length +Slowly returned my sense and strength, +And rising from my watery bed +To Lanka's town again I sped. +Thus was I spared, but all my band +Fell slain by Rama's conquering hand,— +A boy, untrained in warrior's skill, +Of iron arm and dauntless will. +If thou with Rama still, in spite +Of warning and of prayer, wilt fight, +I see terrific woes impend, +And dire defeat thy days will end. +Thy giants all will feel the blow +And share the fatal overthrow, +Who love the taste of joy and play, +The banquet and the festal day. +Thine eyes will see destruction take +Thy Lanka, lost for Síta's sake, +And stately pile and palace fall +With terrace, dome, and jewelled wall. +The good will die: the crime of kings +Destruction on the people brings: +The sinless die, as in the lake +The fish must perish with the snake. +The prostrate giants thou wilt see +Slain for this folly wrought by thee, +Their bodies bright with precious scent +And sheen of heavenly ornament; +Or see the remnant of thy train +Seek refuge far, when help is vain +And with their wives, or widowed, fly +To every quarter of the sky; +Thy mournful eyes, where'er they turn, +Will see thy stately city burn, +When royal homes with fire are red, +And arrowy nets around are spread. +A sin that tops all sins in shame +Is outrage to another's dame, +A thousand wives thy palace fill, +And countless beauties wait thy will. +O rest contented with thine own, +Nor let thy race be overthrown. +If thou, O King, hast still delight +In rank and wealth and power and might, +In noble wives, in troops of friends, +In all that royal state attends, +I warn thee, cast not all away, +Nor challenge Rama to the fray. +If deaf to every friendly prayer, +Thou still wilt seek the strife, +And from the side of Rama tear +His lovely Maithil wife, +Soon will thy life and empire end +Destroyed by Rama's bow, +And thou, with kith and kin and friend, +To Yama's realm must go.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_233.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_233.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b9fca5e42f1ac28858912f8a47c7dbf3b990c0ec --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_233.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto XL. Ravan's Speech. + +“I told thee of that dreadful day +When Rama smote and spared to slay. +Now hear me, Ravan, while I tell +What in the after time befell. +At length, restored to strength and pride, +I and two mighty fiends beside +Assumed the forms of deer and strayed +Through Danḍak wood in lawn and glade, +I reared terrific horns: beneath +Were flaming tongue and pointed teeth. +I roamed where'er my fancy led, +And on the flesh of hermits fed, +In sacred haunt, by hallowed tree, +Where'er the ritual fires might be. +A fearful shape, I wandered through +The wood, and many a hermit slew. +With ruthless rage the saints I killed +Who in the grove their tasks fulfilled. +When smitten to the earth they sank, +Their flesh I ate, their blood I drank, +And with my cruel deeds dismayed +All dwellers in the forest shade, +Spoiling their rites in bitter hate, +With human blood inebriate. +Once in the wood I chanced to see +Rama again, a devotee, +A hermit, fed on scanty fare, +Who made the good of all his care. +His noble wife was by his side, +And Lakshman in the battle tried. +In senseless pride I scorned the might +Of that illustrious anchorite, +And heedless of a hermit foe, +Recalled my earlier overthrow. +[pg 275] +I charged him in my rage and scorn +To slay him with my pointed horn, +In heedless haste, to fury wrought +As on my former wounds I thought. +Then from the mighty bow he drew +Three foe-destroying arrows flew, +Keen-pointed, leaping from the string, +Swift as the wind or feathered king. +Dire shafts, on flesh of foemen fed, +Like rushing thunderbolts they sped, +With knots well smoothed and barbs well bent, +Shot e'en as one, the arrows went. +But I who Rama's might had felt, +And knew the blows the hero dealt, +Escaped by rapid flight. The two +Who lingered on the spot, he slew. +I fled from mortal danger, freed +From the dire shaft by timely speed. +Now to deep thought my days I give, +And as a humble hermit live. +In every shrub, in every tree +I view that noblest devotee. +In every knotted trunk I mark +His deerskin and his coat of bark, +And see the bow-armed Rama stand +Like Yama with his noose in hand. +I tell thee Ravan, in my fright +A thousand Ramas mock my sight, +This wood with every bush and bough +Seems all one fearful Rama now. +Throughout the grove there is no spot +So lonely where I see him not. +He haunts me in my dreams by night, +And wakes me with the wild affright. +The letter that begins his name +Sends terror through my startled frame. +The rapid cars whereon we ride, +The rich rare jewels, once my pride, +Have names493 that strike upon mine ear +With hated sound that counsels fear. +His mighty strength too well I know, +Nor art thou match for such a foe. +Too strong were Raghus's son in fight +For Namuchi or Bali's might. +Then Rama to the battle dare, +Or else be patient and forbear; +But, wouldst thou see me live in peace, +Let mention of the hero cease. +The good whose holy lives were spent +In deepest thought, most innocent, +With all their people many a time +Have perished through another's crime. +So in the common ruin, I +Must for another's folly die, +Do all thy strength and courage can, +But ne'er will I approve the plan. +For he, in might supremely great, +The giant world could extirpate, +Since, when impetuous Khara sought +The grove of Janasthan and fought +For Śúrpanakha's sake, he died +By Rama's hand in battle tried. +How has he wronged thee? Soothly swear, +And Rama's fault and sin declare. +I warn thee, and my words are wise, +I seek thy people's weal: +But if this rede thou wilt despise, +Nor hear my last appeal, +Thou with thy kin and all thy friends +In fight this day wilt die, +When his great bow the hero bends, +And shafts unerring fly.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_234.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_234.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e6c68b99588639ec930a08ed16e12ce5a7b695c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_234.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +Canto XLI. Marícha's Reply. + +But Ravan scorned the rede he gave +In timely words to warn and save, +E'en as the wretch who hates to live +Rejects the herb the leeches give. +By fate to sin and ruin spurred, +That sage advice the giant heard, +Then in reproaches hard and stern +Thus to Marícha spoke in turn: +“Is this thy counsel, weak and base, +Unworthy of thy giant race? +Thy speech is fruitless, vain, thy toil +Like casting seed on barren soil. +No words of thine shall drive me back +From Rama and the swift attack. +A fool is he, inured to sin, +And more, of human origin. +The craven, at a woman's call +To leave his sire, his mother, all +The friends he loved, the power and sway, +And hasten to the woods away! +But now his anger will I rouse, +Stealing away his darling spouse. +I in thy sight will ravish her +From Khara's cruel murderer. +Upon this plan my soul is bent, +And naught shall move my firm intent, +Not if the way through demons led +And Gods with Indra at their head. +'Tis thine, when questioned, to explain +The hope and fear, the loss and gain, +And, when thy king thy thoughts would know, +The triumph or the danger show. +A prudent counsellor should wait, +And speak when ordered in debate, +With hands uplifted, calm and meek, +If honour and reward he seek. +Or, when some prudent course he sees +Which, spoken, may his king displease +[pg 276] +He should by hints of dexterous art +His counsel to his lord impart. +But prudent words are said in vain +When the blunt speech brings grief and pain. +A high-souled king will scarcely thank +The man who shames his royal rank. +Five are the shapes that kings assume, +Of majesty, of grace, and gloom: +Like Indra now, or Agni, now +Like the dear Moon, with placid brow: +Like mighty Varun now they show, +Now fierce as He who rules below. +O giant, monarchs lofty-souled +Are kind and gentle, stern and bold, +With gracious love their gifts dispense +And swiftly punish each offence. +Thus subjects should their rulers view +With all respect and honour due. +But folly leads thy heart to slight +Thy monarch and neglect his right. +Thou hast in lawless pride addressed +With bitter words thy royal guest. +I asked thee not my strength to scan, +Or loss and profit in the plan. +I only spoke to tell the deed +O mighty one, by me decreed, +And bid thee in the peril lend +Thy succour to support thy friend. +Hear me again, and I will tell +How thou canst aid my venture well. +In semblance of a golden deer +Adorned with silver drops, appear: +And near the cottage in the way +Of Rama and his consort stray. +Draw nigh, and wandering through the brake +With thy strange form her fancy take. +The Maithil dame with wondering eyes +Will took upon thy fair disguise, +And quickly bid her husband go +And bring the deer that charms her so, +When Raghu's son has left the place, +Still pressing onward in the chase, +Cry out, “O Lakshman! Ah, mine own!” +With voice resembling Rama's tone. +When Lakshman hears his brother's cry, +Impelled by Síta he will fly, +Restless with eager love, to aid +The hunter in the distant shade. +When both her guards have left her side, +Even as Indra, thousand-eyed, +Clasps Śachí, will I bear away +The Maithil dame an easy prey. +When thou, my friend, this aid hast lent, +Go where thou wilt and live content. +True servant, faithful to thy vow, +With half my realm I thee endow. +Go forth, may luck thy way attend +That leads thee to the happy end. +I in my car will quickly be +In Danḍak wood, and follow thee. +So will I cheat this Rama's eyes +And win without a blow the prize; +And safe return to Lanka's town +With thee, my friend, this day shall crown. +But if thou wilt not aid my will, +My hand this day thy blood shall spill. +Yea, thou must share the destined task, +For force will take the help I ask. +No bliss that rebel's life attends +Whose stubborn will his lord offends. +Thy life, if thou the task assay, +In jeopardy may stand; +Oppose me, and this very day +Thou diest by this hand. +Now ponder all that thou hast heard +Within thy prudent breast: +Reflect with care on every word, +And do what seems the best.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_235.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_235.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58a09ddba5e46af635872b1c8e7935b84e90baa4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_235.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XLII. Marícha Transformed. + +Against his judgment sorely pressed +By his imperious lord's behest, +Marícha threats of death defied +And thus with bitter words replied: +“Ah, who, my King, with sinful thought +This wild and wicked counsel taught, +By which destruction soon will fall +On thee, thy sons, thy realm and all? +Who is the guilty wretch who sees +With envious eye thy blissful ease, +And by this plan, so falsely shown, +Death's gate for thee has open thrown? +With souls impelled by mean desire +Thy foes against thy life conspire. +They urge thee to destruction's brink, +And gladly would they see thee sink. +Who with base thought to work thee woe +This fatal road has dared to show, +And, triumph in his wicked eye, +Would see thee enter in and die? +To all thy counsellors, untrue, +The punishment of death is due, +Who see thee tempt the dangerous way, +Nor strain each nerve thy foot to stay. +Wise lords, whose king, by passion led, +The path of sin begins to tread, +Restrain him while there yet is time: +But thine,—they see nor heed the crime. +These by their master's will obtain +Merit and fame and joy and gain. +'Tis only by their master's grace +That servants hold their lofty place. +But when the monarch stoops to sin +They lose each joy they strive to win, +And all the people people high and low +Fall in the common overthrow. +[pg 277] +Merit and fame and honour spring, +Best of the mighty, from the king. +So all should strive with heart and will +To keep the king from every ill. +Pride, violence, and sullen hate +Will ne'er maintain a monarch's state, +And those who cruel deeds advise +Must perish when their master dies, +Like drivers with their cars o'erthrown +In places rough with root and stone. +The good whose holy lives were spent +On duty's highest laws intent, +With wives and children many a time +Have perished for another's crime. +Hapless are they whose sovereign lord, +Opposed to all, by all abhorred, +Is cruel-hearted, harsh, severe: +Thus might a jackal tend the deer. +Now all the giant race await, +Destroyed by thee, a speedy fate, +Ruled by a king so cruel-souled, +Foolish in heart and uncontrolled. +Think not I fear the sudden blow +That threatens now to lay me low: +I mourn the ruin that I see +Impending o'er thy host and thee. +Me first perchance will Rama kill, +But soon his hand thy blood will spill. +I die, and if by Rama slain +And not by thee, I count it gain. +Soon as the hero's face I see +His angry eyes will murder me, +And if on her thy hands thou lay +Thy friends and thou are dead this day. +If with my help thou still must dare +The lady from her lord to tear, +Farewell to all our days are o'er, +Lanka and giants are no more. +In vain, in vain, an earnest friend, +I warn thee, King, and pray. +Thou wilt not to my prayers attend, +Or heed the words I say +So men, when life is fleeting fast +And death's sad hour is nigh, +Heedless and blinded to the last +Reject advice and die.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_236.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_236.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bc796a45bc2638db2de83febc1fcbcec37396c59 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_236.txt @@ -0,0 +1,141 @@ +Canto XLIII. The Wondrous Deer. + +Marícha thus in wild unrest +With bitter words the king addressed. +Then to his giant lord in dread, +“Arise, and let us go,” he said. +“Ah, I have met that mighty lord +Armed with his shafts and bow and sword, +And if again that bow he bend +Our lives that very hour will end. +For none that warrior can provoke +And think to fly his deadly stroke. +Like Yama with his staff is he, +And his dread hand will slaughter thee. +What can I more? My words can find +No passage to thy stubborn mind. +I go, great King, thy task to share, +And may success attend thee there.” +With that reply and bold consent +The giant king was well content. +He strained Marícha to his breast +And thus with joyful words addressed: +“There spoke a hero dauntless still, +Obedient to his master's will, +Marícha's proper self once more: +Some other took thy shape before. +Come, mount my jewelled car that flies. +Will-governed, through the yielding skies. +These asses, goblin-faced, shall bear +Us quickly through the fields of air. +Attract the lady with thy shape, +Then through the wood, at will, escape. +And I, when she has no defence, +Will seize the dame and bear her thence.” +Again Marícha made reply, +Consent and will to signify. +With rapid speed the giants two +From the calm hermit dwelling flew, +Borne in that wondrous chariot, meet +For some great God's celestial seat. +They from their airy path looked down +On many a wood and many a town, +On lake and river, brook and rill, +City and realm and towering hill. +Soon he whom giant hosts obeyed, +Marícha by his side, surveyed +The dark expanse of Danḍak wood +Where Rama's hermit cottage stood. +They left the flying car, whereon +The wealth of gold and jewels shone, +And thus the giant king addressed +Marícha as his hand he pressed: +“Marícha, look! before our eyes +Round Rama's home the plantains rise. +His hermitage is now in view: +Quick to the work we came to do!” +Thus Ravan spoke, Marícha heard +Obedient to his master's word, +Threw off his giant shape and near +The cottage strayed a beauteous deer. +With magic power, by rapid change, +His borrowed form was fair and strange. +A sapphire tipped each horn with light; +His face was black relieved with white. +The turkis and the ruby shed +A glory from his ears and head. +His arching neck was proudly raised, +And lazulites beneath it blazed. +With roseate bloom his flanks were dyed, +And lotus tints adorned his hide. +His shape was fair, compact, and slight; +[pg 278] +His hoofs were carven lazulite. +His tail with every changing glow +Displayed the hues of Indra's bow. +With glossy skin so strangely flecked, +With tints of every gem bedecked. +A light o'er Rama's home he sent, +And through the wood, where'er he went. +The giant clad in that strange dress +That took the soul with loveliness, +To charm the fair Videhan's eyes +With mingled wealth of mineral dyes, +Moved onward, cropping in his way, +The grass and grain and tender spray. +His coat with drops of silver bright, +A form to gaze on with delight, +He raised his fair neck as he went +To browse on bud and filament. +Now in the Cassia grove he strayed, +Now by the cot in plantains' shade. +Slowly and slowly on he came +To catch the glances of the dame, +And the tall deer of splendid hue +Shone full at length in Síta's view. +He roamed where'er his fancy chose +Where Rama's leafy cottage rose. +Now near, now far, in careless ease, +He came and went among the trees. +Now with light feet he turned to fly, +Now, reassured, again drew nigh: +Now gambolled close with leap and bound, +Now lay upon the grassy ground: +Now sought the door, devoid of fear, +And mingled with the troop of deer; +Led them a little way, and thence +Again returned with confidence. +Now flying far, now turning back +Emboldened on his former track, +Seeking to win the lady's glance +He wandered through the green expanse. +Then thronging round, the woodland deer +Gazed on his form with wondering fear; +A while they followed where he led, +Then snuffed the tainted gale and fled. +The giant, though he longed to slay +The startled quarry, spared the prey, +And mindful of the shape he wore +To veil his nature, still forbore. +Then Síta of the glorious eye, +Returning from her task drew nigh; +For she had sought the wood to bring +Each loveliest flower of early spring. +Now would the bright-eyed lady choose +Some gorgeous bud with blending hues, +Now plucked the mango's spray, and now +The bloom from an Aśoka bough. +She with her beauteous form, unmeet +For woodland life and lone retreat, +That wondrous dappled deer beheld +Gemmed with rich pearls, unparalleled, +His silver hair the lady saw, +His radiant teeth and lips and jaw, +And gazed with rapture as her eyes +Expanded in their glad surprise. +And when the false deer's glances fell +On her whom Rama loved so well, +He wandered here and there, and cast +A luminous beauty as he passed; +And Janak's child with strange delight +Kept gazing on the unwonted sight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_237.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_237.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..55b51f95be8178267344f29469b7d569b67ea346 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_237.txt @@ -0,0 +1,212 @@ +Canto XLIV. Marícha's Death. + +She stooped, her hands with flowers to fill, +But gazed upon the marvel still: +Gazed on its back and sparkling side +Where silver hues with golden vied. +Joyous was she of faultless mould, +With glossy skin like polished gold. +And loudly to her husband cried +And bow-armed Lakshman by his side: +Again, again she called in glee: +“O come this glorious creature see; +Quick, quick, my lord, this deer to view. +And bring thy brother Lakshman too.” +As through the wood her clear tones rang, +Swift to her side the brothers sprang. +With eager eyes the grove they scanned, +And saw the deer before them stand. +But doubt was strong in Lakshman's breast, +Who thus his thought and fear expressed: +“Stay, for the wondrous deer we see +The fiend Marícha's self may be. +Ere now have kings who sought this place +To take their pastime in the chase, +Met from his wicked art defeat, +And fallen slain by like deceit. +He wears, well trained in magic guile, +The figure of a deer a while, +Bright as the very sun, or place +Where dwell the gay Gandharva race. +No deer, O Rama, e'er was seen +Thus decked with gold and jewels' sheen. +'Tis magic, for the world has ne'er, +Lord of the world, shown aught so fair.” +But Síta of the lovely smile, +A captive to the giant's wile, +Turned Lakshman's prudent speech aside +And thus with eager words replied: +“My honoured lord, this deer I see +With beauty rare enraptures me. +Go, chief of mighty arm, and bring +For my delight this precious thing. +Fair creatures of the woodland roam +Untroubled near our hermit home. +The forest cow and stag are there, +The fawn, the monkey, and the bear, +Where spotted deer delight to play, +[pg 279] +And strong and beauteous Kinnars494 stray. +But never, as they wandered by, +Has such a beauty charmed mine eye +As this with limbs so fair and slight, +So gentle, beautiful and bright. +O see, how fair it is to view +With jewels of each varied hue: +Bright as the rising moon it glows, +Lighting the wood where'er it goes. +Ah me, what form and grace are there! +Its limbs how fine, its hues how fair! +Transcending all that words express, +It takes my soul with loveliness. +O, if thou would, to please me, strive +To take the beauteous thing alive, +How thou wouldst gaze with wondering eyes +Delighted on the lovely prize! +And when our woodland life is o'er, +And we enjoy our realm once more, +The wondrous animal will grace +The chambers of my dwelling-place, +And a dear treasure will it be +To Bharat and the queens and me, +And all with rapture and amaze +Upon its heavenly form will gaze. +But if the beauteous deer, pursued, +Thine arts to take it still elude, +Strike it, O chieftain, and the skin +Will be a treasure, laid within. +O, how I long my time to pass +Sitting upon the tender grass, +With that soft fell beneath me spread +Bright with its hair of golden thread! +This strong desire, this eager will, +Befits a gentle lady ill: +But when I first beheld, its look +My breast with fascination took. +See, golden hair its flank adorns, +And sapphires tip its branching horns. +Resplendent as the lunar way, +Or the first blush of opening day, +With graceful form and radiant hue +It charmed thy heart, O chieftain, too.” +He heard her speech with willing ear, +He looked again upon the deer. +Its lovely shape his breast beguiled +Moved by the prayer of Janak's child, +And yielding for her pleasure's sake, +To Lakshman Rama turned and spake: +“Mark, Lakshman, mark how Síta's breast +With eager longing is possessed. +To-day this deer of wondrous breed +Must for his passing beauty bleed, +Brighter than e'er in Nandan strayed, +Or Chaitraratha's heavenly shade. +How should the groves of earth possess +Such all-surpassing loveliness! +The hair lies smooth and bright and fine, +Or waves upon each curving line, +And drops of living gold bedeck +The beauty of his side and neck. +O look, his crimson tongue between +His teeth like flaming fire is seen, +Flashing, whene'er his lips he parts, +As from a cloud the lightning darts. +O see his sunlike forehead shine +With emerald tints and almandine, +While pearly light and roseate glow +Of shells adorn his neck below. +No eye on such a deer can rest +But soft enchantment takes the breast: +No man so fair a thing behold +Ablaze with light of radiant gold, +Celestial, bright with jewels' sheen, +Nor marvel when his eyes have seen. +A king equipped with bow and shaft +Delights in gentle forest craft, +And as in boundless woods he strays +The quarry for the venison slays. +There as he wanders with his train +A store of wealth he oft may gain. +He claims by right the precious ore, +He claims the jewels' sparkling store. +Such gains are dearer in his eyes +Than wealth that in his chamber lies, +The dearest things his spirit knows, +Dear as the bliss which Śukra chose. +But oft the rich expected gain +Which heedless men pursue in vain, +The sage, who prudent counsels know, +Explain and in a moment show. +This best of deer, this gem of all, +To yield his precious spoils must fall, +And tender Síta by my side +Shall sit upon the golden hide. +Ne'er could I find so rich a coat +On spotted deer or sheep or goat. +No buck or antelope has such, +So bright to view, so soft to touch. +This radiant deer and one on high +That moves in glory through the sky, +Alike in heavenly beauty are, +One on the earth and one a star. +But, brother, if thy fears be true, +And this bright creature that we view +Be fierce Marícha in disguise, +Then by this hand he surely dies. +For that dire fiend who spurns control +With bloody hand and cruel soul, +Has roamed this forest and dismayed +The holiest saints who haunt the shade. +Great archers, sprung of royal race, +Pursuing in the wood the chase, +Have fallen by his wicked art, +And now my shaft shall strike his heart. +Vatapi, by his magic power +[pg 280] +Made heedless saints his flesh devour, +Then, from within their frames he rent +Forth bursting from imprisonment. +But once his art in senseless pride +Upon the mightiest saint he tried, +Agastya's self, and caused him taste +The baited meal before him placed. +Vatapi, when the rite was o'er, +Would take the giant form he wore, +But Saint Agastya knew his wile +And checked the giant with smile. +“Vatapi, thou with cruel spite +Hast conquered many an anchorite +The noblest of the Brahman caste,— +And now thy ruin comes at last.” +Now if my power he thus defies, +This giant, like Vatapi dies, +Daring to scorn a man like me, +A self subduing devotee. +Yea, as Agastya slew the foe, +My hand shall lay Marícha low +Clad in thine arms thy bow in hand, +To guard the Maithil lady stand, +With watchful eye and thoughtful breast +Keeping each word of my behest +I go, and hunting through the brake +This wondrous deer will bring or take. +Yea surely I will bring the spoil +Returning from my hunter's toil +See, Lakshman how my consort's eyes +Are longing for the lovely prize. +This day it falls, that I may win +The treasure of so fair a skin. +Do thou and Síta watch with care +Lest danger seize you unaware. +Swift from my bow one shaft will fly; +The stricken deer will fall and die +Then quickly will I strip the game +And bring the trophy to my dame. +Jaṭayus, guardian good and wise, +Our old and faithful friend, +The best and strongest bird that flies, +His willing aid will lend +The Maithil lady well protect, +For every chance provide, +And in thy tender care suspect +A foe on every side.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_238.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_238.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ee4eb91d9752d7535e1901873b603c373fc84f56 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_238.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XLV. Lakshman's Departure. + +Thus having warned his brother bold +He grasped his sword with haft of gold, +And bow with triple flexure bent, +His own delight and ornament; +Then bound two quivers to his side, +And hurried forth with eager stride. +Soon as the antlered monarch saw +The lord of monarchs near him draw, +A while with trembling heart he fled, +Then turned and showed his stately head. +With sword and bow the chief pursued +Where'er the fleeing deer he viewed +Sending from dell and lone recess +The splendour of his loveliness. +Now full in view the creature stood +Now vanished in the depth of wood; +Now running with a languid flight, +Now like a meteor lost to sight. +With trembling limbs away he sped; +Then like the moon with clouds o'erspread +Gleamed for a moment bright between +The trees, and was again unseen. +Thus in the magic deer's disguise +Marícha lured him to the prize, +And seen a while, then lost to view, +Far from his cot the hero drew. +Still by the flying game deceived +The hunter's heart was wroth and grieved, +And wearied with the fruitless chase +He stayed him in a shady place. +Again the rover of the night +Enraged the chieftain, full in sight, +Slow moving in the coppice near, +Surrounded by the woodland deer. +Again the hunter sought the game +That seemed a while to court his aim: +But seized again with sudden dread, +Beyond his sight the creature fled. +Again the hero left the shade, +Again the deer before him strayed. +With surer hope and stronger will +The hunter longed his prey to kill. +Then as his soul impatient grew, +An arrow from his side he drew, +Resplendent at the sunbeam's glow, +The crusher of the smitten foe. +With skillful heed the mighty lord +Fixed well shaft and strained the cord. +Upon the deer his eyes he bent, +And like a fiery serpent went +The arrow Brahma's self had framed, +Alive with sparks that hissed and flamed, +Like Indra's flashing levin, true +To the false deer the missile flew +Cleaving his flesh that wonderous dart +Stood quivering in Marícha's heart. +Scarce from the ground one foot he sprang, +Then stricken fell with deadly pang. +Half lifeless, as he pressed the ground, +He gave a roar of awful sound +And ere the wounded giant died +He threw his borrowed form aside +Remembering still his lord's behest +He pondered in his heart how best +Síta might send her guard away, +And Ravan seize the helpless prey. +The monster knew the time was nigh, +And called aloud with eager cry, +“Ho, Síta, Lakshman” and the tone +[pg 281] +He borrowed was like Rama's own. +So by that matchless arrow cleft, +The deer's bright form Marícha left, +Resumed his giant shape and size +And closed in death his languid eyes. +When Rama saw his awful foe +Gasp, smeared with blood, in deadly throe, +His anxious thoughts to Síta sped, +And the wise words that Lakshman said, +That this was false Marícha's art, +Returned again upon his heart. +He knew the foe he triumphed o'er +The name of great Marícha bore. +“The fiend,” he pondered, 'ere he died, +“Ho, Lakshman! ho, my Síta!” cried +Ah, if that cry has reached her ear, +How dire must be my darling's fear! +And Lakshman of the mighty arm, +What thinks he in his wild alarm? +As thus he thought in sad surmise, +Each startled hair began to rise, +And when he saw the giant slain +And thought upon that cry again, +His spirit sank and terror pressed +Full sorely on the hero's breast. +Another deer he chased and struck, +He bore away the the fallen buck, +To Janasthan then turned his face +And hastened to his dwelling place. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_239.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_239.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..41cec113ea1da90ec99da1330bc868136fe42f2f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_239.txt @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ +Canto XLVI. The Guest. + +But Síta hearing as she thought, +Her husband's cry with anguish fraught, +Called to her guardian, “Lakshman, run +And in the wood seek Raghu's son. +Scarce can my heart retain its throne, +Scarce can my life be called mine own, +As all my powers and senses fail +At that long, loud and bitter wail. +Haste to the wood with all thy speed +And save thy brother in his need. +Go, save him in the distant glade +Where loud he calls, for timely aid. +He falls beneath some giant foe— +A bull whom lions overthrow.” +Deaf to her prayer, no step he stirred +Obedient to his mother's word, +Then Janak's child, with ire inflamed, +In words of bitter scorn exclaimed exclaimed +“Sumitra's son, a friend in show, +Thou art in truth thy brother's foe, +Who canst at such any hour deny +Thy succour and neglect his cry. +Yes, Lakshman, smit with love of me +Thy brother's death thou fain wouldst see. +This guilty love thy heart has swayed +And makes thy feet so loth to aid. +Thou hast no love for Rama, no: +Thy joy is vice, thy thoughts are low +Hence thus unmoved thou yet canst stay +While my dear lord is far away. +If aught of ill my lord betide +Who led thee here, thy chief and guide, +Ah, what will be my hapless fate +Left in the wild wood desolate!” +Thus spoke the lady sad with fear, +With many a sigh and many a tear, +Still trembling like a captured doe: +And Lakshman spoke to calm her woe: +“Videhan Queen, be sure of this,— +And at the thought thy fear dismiss,— +Thy husband's mightier power defies +All Gods and angels of the skies, +Gandharvas, and the sons of light, +Serpents, and rovers of the night. +I tell thee, of the sons of earth, +Of Gods who boast celestial birth, +Of beasts and birds and giant hosts, +Of demigods, Gandharvas, ghosts, +Of awful fiends, O thou most fair, +There lives not one whose heart would dare +To meet thy Rama in the fight, +Like Indra's self unmatched in might. +Such idle words thou must not say +Thy Rama lives whom none may slay. +I will not, cannot leave thee here +In the wild wood till he be near. +The mightiest strength can ne'er withstand +His eager force, his vigorous hand. +No, not the triple world allied +With all the immortal Gods beside. +Dismiss thy fear, again take heart, +Let all thy doubt and woe depart. +Thy lord, be sure, will soon be here +And bring thee back that best of deer. +Not his, not his that mournful cry, +Nor haply came it from the sky. +Some giant's art was busy there +And framed a castle based on air. +A precious pledge art thou, consigned +To me by him of noblest mind, +Nor can I fairest dame, forsake +The pledge which Rama bade me take. +Upon our heads, O Queen, we drew +The giants' hate when Rama slew +Their chieftain Khara, and the shade +Of Janasthan in ruin laid. +Through all this mighty wood they rove +With varied cries from grove to grove +On rapine bent they wander here: +But O, dismiss thy causeless fear.” +Bright flashed her eye as Lakshman spoke +And forth her words of fury broke +Upon her truthful guardian, flung +With bitter taunts that pierced and stung: +“Shame on such false compassion, base +Defiler of thy glorious race! +'Twere joyous sight I ween to thee +[pg 282] +My lord in direst strait to see. +Thou knowest Rama sore bested, +Or word like this thou ne'er hadst said. +No marvel if we find such sin +In rivals false to kith and kin. +Wretches like thee of evil kind, +Concealing crime with crafty mind. +Thou, wretch, thine aid wilt still deny, +And leave my lord alone to die. +Has love of me unnerved thy hand, +Or Bharat's art this ruin planned? +But be the treachery his or thine, +In vain, in vain the base design. +For how shall I, the chosen bride +Of dark-hued Rama, lotus-eyed, +The queen who once called Rama mine, +To love of other men decline? +Believe me, Lakshman, Rama's wife +Before thine eyes will quit this life, +And not a moment will she stay +If her dear lord have passed away.” +The lady's bitter speech, that stirred +Each hair upon his frame, he heard. +With lifted hands together laid, +His calm reply he gently made: +“No words have I to answer now: +My deity, O Queen, art thou. +But 'tis no marvel, dame, to find +Such lack of sense in womankind. +Throughout this world, O Maithil dame, +Weak women's hearts are still the same. +Inconstant, urged by envious spite, +They sever friends and hate the right. +I cannot brook, Videhan Queen, +Thy words intolerably keen. +Mine ears thy fierce reproaches pain +As boiling water seethes the brain. +And now to bear me witness all +The dwellers in the wood I call, +That, when with words of truth I plead, +This harsh reply is all my meed. +Ah, woe is thee! Ah, grief, that still +Eager to do my brother's will, +Mourning thy woman's nature, I +Must see thee doubt my truth and die. +I fly to Rama's side, and Oh, +May bliss attend thee while I go! +May all attendant wood-gods screen +Thy head from harm, O large-eyed Queen! +And though dire omens meet my sight +And fill my soul with wild affright, +May I return in peace and see +The son of Raghu safe with thee!” +The child of Janak heard him speak, +And the hot tear-drops down her cheek, +Increasing to a torrent, ran, +As thus once more the dame began: +“O Lakshman, if I widowed be +Godavarí's flood shall cover me, +Or I will die by cord, or leap, +Life weary, from yon rocky steep; +Or deadly poison will I drink, +Or 'neath the kindled flames will sink, +But never, reft of Rama, can +Consent to touch a meaner man.” +The Maithil dame with many sighs, +And torrents pouring from her eyes, +The faithful Lakshman thus addressed, +And smote her hands upon her breast. +>Sumitra's son, o'erwhelmed by fears, +Looked on the large-eyed queen: +He saw that flood of burning tears, +He saw that piteous mien. +He yearned sweet comfort to afford, +He strove to soothe her pain; +But to the brother of her lord +She spoke no word again. +His reverent hands once more he raised, +His head he slightly bent, +Upon her face he sadly gazed, +And then toward Rama went. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_24.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_24.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4ab33be7160a5267eeb50abcf99fd940a093f5f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_24.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XXV. The Hermitage Of Love. + +Vaśishṭha thus was speaking still: +The monarch, of his own free will, +Bade with quick zeal and joyful cheer +Rama and Lakshman hasten near. +Mother and sire in loving care +Sped their dear son with rite and prayer: +Vaśishṭha blessed him ere he went; +O'er his loved head the father bent, +And then to Kuśik's son resigned +Rama with Lakshman close behind. +Standing by Viśvamitra's side, +The youthful hero, lotus-eyed, +The Wind-God saw, and sent a breeze +Whose sweet pure touch just waved the trees. +There fell from heaven a flowery rain, +And with the song and dance the strain +Of shell and tambour sweetly blent +As forth the son of Raghu went. +The hermit led: behind him came +The bow-armed Rama, dear to fame, +Whose locks were like the raven's wing:147 +Then Lakshman, closely following. +The Gods and Indra, filled with joy, +Looked down upon the royal boy, +And much they longed the death to see +Of their ten-headed enemy.148 +Rama and Lakshman paced behind +That hermit of the lofty mind, +As the young Aśvins,149 heavenly pair, +Follow Lord Indra through the air. +On arm and hand the guard they wore, +Quiver and bow and sword they bore; +Two fire-born Gods of War seemed they.150 +He, Śiva's self who led the way. +Upon fair Sarjú's southern shore +They now had walked a league and more, +When thus the sage in accents mild +To Rama said: “Beloved child, +This lustral water duly touch: +My counsel will avail thee much. +Forget not all the words I say, +Nor let the occasion slip away. +Lo, with two spells I thee invest, +The mighty and the mightiest. +O'er thee fatigue shall ne'er prevail, +Nor age or change thy limbs assail. +Thee powers of darkness ne'er shall smite +In tranquil sleep or wild delight. +No one is there in all the land +Thine equal for the vigorous hand. +[pg 037] +Thou, when thy lips pronounce the spell, +Shalt have no peer in heaven or hell. +None in the world with thee shall vie, +O sinless one, in apt reply, +In fortune, knowledge, wit, and tact, +Wisdom to plan and skill to act. +This double science take, and gain +Glory that shall for aye remain. +Wisdom and judgment spring from each +Of these fair spells whose use I teach. +Hunger and thirst unknown to thee, +High in the worlds thy rank shall be. +For these two spells with might endued, +Are the Great Father's heavenly brood, +And thee, O Chief, may fitly grace, +Thou glory of Kakutstha's race. +Virtues which none can match are thine, +Lord, from thy birth, of gifts divine, +And now these spells of might shall cast +Fresh radiance o'er the gifts thou hast.” +Then Rama duly touched the wave, +Raised suppliant hands, bowed low his head, +And took the spells the hermit gave, +Whose soul on contemplation fed. +From him whose might these gifts enhanced, +A brighter beam of glory glanced: +So shines in all his autumn blaze +The Day-God of the thousand rays. +The hermit's wants those youths supplied, +As pupils use to holy guide. +And then the night in sweet content +On Sarjú's pleasant bank they spent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_240.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_240.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..89e4fca879c88a5ba6baa933635add46242ec421 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_240.txt @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +Canto XLVII. Ravan's Wooing. + +The angry Lakshman scarce could brook +Her bitter words, her furious look. +With dark forebodings in his breast +To Rama's side he quickly pressed. +Then ten necked Ravan saw the time +Propitious for his purposed crime. +A mendicant in guise he came +And stood before the Maithil dame. +His garb was red, with tufted hair +And sandalled feet a shade he bare, +And from the fiend's left shoulder slung +A staff and water-vessel hung. +Near to the lovely dame he drew, +While both the chiefs were far from view, +As darkness takes the evening air +When neither sun nor moon is there. +He bent his eye upon the dame, +A princess fair, of spotless fame: +So might some baleful planet be +Near Moon-forsaken Rohiní.495 +As the fierce tyrant nearer drew, +The trees in Janasthan that grew +Waved not a leaf for fear and woe, +And the hushed wind forbore to blow. +Godavarí's waters as they fled, +Saw his fierce eye-balls flashing red, +And from each swiftly-gliding wave +A melancholy murmur gave. +Then Ravan, when his eager eye +Beheld the longed-for moment nigh, +In mendicant's apparel dressed +Near to the Maithil lady pressed. +[pg 283] +In holy guise, a fiend abhorred, +He found her mourning for her lord. +Thus threatening draws Śaniśchar496 nigh +To Chitra497 in the evening sky; +Thus the deep well by grass concealed +Yawns treacherous in the verdant field. +He stood and looked upon the dame +Of Rama, queen of spotless fame +With her bright teeth and each fair limb +Like the full moon she seemed to him, +Sitting within her leafy cot, +Weeping for woe that left her not. +Thus, while with joy his pulses beat, +He saw her in her lone retreat, +Eyed like the lotus, fair to view +In silken robes of amber hue. +Pierced to the core by Kama's dart +He murmured texts with lying art, +And questioned with a soft address +The lady in her loneliness. +The fiend essayed with gentle speech +The heart of that fair dame to reach, +Pride of the worlds, like Beauty's Queen +Without her darling lotus seen: +“O thou whose silken robes enfold +A form more fair than finest gold, +With lotus garland on thy head, +Like a sweet spring with bloom o'erspread, +Who art thou, fair one, what thy name, +Beauty, or Honour, Fortune, Fame, +Spirit, or nymph, or Queen of love +Descended from thy home above? +Bright as the dazzling jasmine shine +Thy small square teeth in level line. +Like two black stars aglow with light +Thine eyes are large and pure and bright. +Thy charms of smile and teeth and hair +And winning eyes, O thou most fair, +Steal all my spirit, as the flow +Of rivers mines the bank below. +How bright, how fine each flowing tress! +How firm those orbs beneath thy dress! +That dainty waist with ease were spanned, +Sweet lady, by a lover's hand. +Mine eyes, O beauty, ne'er have seen +Goddess or nymph so fair of mien, +Or bright Gandharva's heavenly dame, +Or woman of so perfect frame. +In youth's soft prime thy years are few, +And earth has naught so fair to view. +I marvel one like thee in face +Should make the woods her dwelling-place. +Leave, lady, leave this lone retreat +In forest wilds for thee unmeet, +Where giants fierce and strong assume +All shapes and wander in the gloom. +These dainty feet were formed to tread +Some palace floor with carpets spread, +Or wander in trim gardens where +Each opening bud perfumes the air. +The richest robe thy form should deck, +The rarest gems adorn thy neck, +The sweetest wreath should bind thy hair, +The noblest lord thy bed should share. +Art thou akin, O fair of form, +To Rudras,498 or the Gods of storm,499 +Or to the glorious Vasus500? How +Can less than these be bright as thou? +But never nymph or heavenly maid +Or Goddess haunts this gloomy shade. +Here giants roam, a savage race; +What led thee to so dire a place? +Here monkeys leap from tree to tree, +And bears and tigers wander free; +Here ravening lions prowl, and fell +Hyenas in the thickets yell, +And elephants infuriate roam, +Mighty and fierce, their woodland home. +Dost thou not dread, so soft and fair, +Tiger and lion, wolf and bear? +Hast thou, O beauteous dame, no fear +In the wild wood so lone and drear? +Whose and who art thou? whence and why +Sweet lady, with no guardian nigh, +Dost thou this awful forest tread +By giant bands inhabited?” +The praise the high-souled Ravan spoke +No doubt within her bosom woke. +His saintly look and Brahman guise +Deceived the lady's trusting eyes. +With due attention on the guest +Her hospitable rites she pressed. +She bade the stranger to a seat, +And gave him water for his feet. +The bowl and water-pot he bare, +And garb which wandering Brahmans wear +Forbade a doubt to rise. +Won by his holy look she deemed +The stranger even as he seemed +To her deluded eyes. +Intent on hospitable care, +She brought her best of woodland fare, +And showed her guest a seat. +She bade the saintly stranger lave +His feet in water which she gave, +And sit and rest and eat. +He kept his eager glances bent +On her so kindly eloquent, +Wife of the noblest king; +And longed in heart to steal her thence, +Preparing by the dire offence, +Death on his head to bring. +[pg 284] +The lady watched with anxious face +For Rama coming from the chase +With Lakshman by his side: +But nothing met her wandering glance +Save the wild forest's green expanse +Extending far and wide. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_241.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_241.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f85891df2a5314ac98fad1d5febf9d2e9521f905 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_241.txt @@ -0,0 +1,212 @@ +Canto XLVIII. Ravan's Speech. + +As, clad in mendicant's disguise, +He questioned thus his destined prize, +She to the seeming saintly man +The story of her life began. +“My guest is he,” she thought, “and I, +To 'scape his curse, must needs reply:” +“Child of a noble sire I spring +From Janak, fair Videha's king. +May every good be thine! my name +Is Síta, Rama's cherished dame. +Twelve winters with my lord I spent +Most happily with sweet content +In the rich home of Raghu's line, +And every earthly joy was mine. +Twelve pleasant years flew by, and then +His peers advised the king of men, +Rama, my lord, to consecrate +Joint ruler of his ancient state. +But when the rites were scarce begun, +To consecrate Ikshvaku's son, +The queen Kaikeyí, honoured dame, +Sought of her lord an ancient claim. +Her plea of former service pressed, +And made him grant her new request, +To banish Rama to the wild +And consecrate instead her child. +This double prayer on him, the best +And truest king, she strongly pressed: +“Mine eyes in sleep I will not close, +Nor eat, nor drink, nor take repose. +This very day my death shall bring +If Rama be anointed king.” +As thus she spake in envious ire, +The aged king, my husband's sire, +Besought with fitting words; but she +Was cold and deaf to every plea. +As yet my days are few; eighteen +The years of life that I have seen; +And Rama, best of all alive, +Has passed of years a score and five— +Rama the great and gentle, through +All region famed as pure and true, +Large-eyed and mighty-armed and tall, +With tender heart that cares for all. +But Daśaratha, led astray +By woman's wile and passion's sway, +By his strong love of her impelled, +The consecrating rites withheld. +When, hopeful of the promised grace, +My Rama sought his father's face, +The queen Kaikeyí, ill at ease, +Spoke to my lord brief words like these: +“Hear, son of Raghu, hear from me +The words thy father says to thee: +“I yield this day to Bharat's hand, +Free from all foes, this ancient land. +Fly from this home no longer thine, +And dwell in woods five years and nine. +Live in the forest and maintain +Mine honour pure from falsehood's stain.’ ” +Then Rama spoke, untouched by dread: +“Yea, it shall be as thou hast said.” +And answered, faithful to his vows, +Obeying Daśaratha's spouse: +“The offered realm I would not take, +But still keep true the words he spake.” +Thus, gentle Brahman, Rama still +Clung to his vow with firmest will. +And valiant Lakshman, dear to fame, +His brother by a younger dame, +Bold victor in the deadly fray, +Would follow Rama on his way. +On sternest vows his heart was set, +And he, a youthful anchoret, +Bound up in twisted coil his hair +And took the garb which hermits wear; +Then with his bow to guard us, he +Went forth with Rama and with me. +By Queen Kaikeyí's art bereft +The kingdom and our home we left, +And bound by stern religious vows +We sought this shade of forest boughs. +Now, best of Brahmans, here we tread +These pathless regions dark and dread. +But come, refresh thy soul, and rest +Here for a while an honoured guest, +For he, my lord, will soon be here +With fresh supply of woodland cheer, +Large store of venison of the buck, +Or some great boar his hand has struck. +Meanwhile, O stranger, grant my prayer: +Thy name, thy race, thy birth declare, +And why with no companion thou +Roamest in Danḍak forest now.” +Thus questioned Síta, Rama's dame. +Then fierce the stranger's answer came: +“Lord of the giant legions, he +From whom celestial armies flee,— +The dread of hell and earth and sky, +Ravan the Rakshas king am I. +Now when thy gold-like form I view +Arrayed in silks of amber hue, +My love, O thou of perfect mould, +For all my dames is dead and cold. +A thousand fairest women, torn +From many a land my home adorn. +But come, loveliest lady, be +The queen of every dame and me. +My city Lanka, glorious town, +Looks from a mountain's forehead down +[pg 285] +Where ocean with his flash and foam +Beats madly on mine island home. +With me, O Síta, shalt thou rove +Delighted through each shady grove, +Nor shall thy happy breast retain +Fond memory of this life of pain. +In gay attire, a glittering band, +Five thousand maids shall round thee stand, +And serve thee at thy beck and sign, +If thou, fair Síta, wilt be mine.” +Then forth her noble passion broke +As thus in turn the lady spoke: +“Me, me the wife of Rama, him +The lion lord with lion's limb, +Strong as the sea, firm as the rock, +Like Indra in the battle shock. +The lord of each auspicious sign, +The glory of his princely line, +Like some fair Bodh tree strong and tall, +The noblest and the best of all, +Rama, the heir of happy fate +Who keeps his word inviolate, +Lord of the lion gait, possessed +Of mighty arm and ample chest, +Rama the lion-warrior, him +Whose moon bright face no fear can dim, +Rama, his bridled passions' lord, +The darling whom his sire adored,— +Me, me the true and loving dame +Of Rama, prince of deathless fame— +Me wouldst thou vainly woo and press? +A jackal woo a lioness! +Steal from the sun his glory! such +Thy hope Lord Rama's wife to touch. +Ha! Thou hast seen the trees of gold, +The sign which dying eyes behold, +Thus seeking, weary of thy life, +To win the love of Rama's wife. +Fool! wilt thou dare to rend away +The famished lion's bleeding prey, +Or from the threatening jaws to take +The fang of some envenomed snake? +What, wouldst thou shake with puny hand +Mount Mandar,501 towering o'er the land, +Put poison to thy lips and think +The deadly cup a harmless drink? +With pointed needle touch thine eye, +A razor to thy tongue apply, +Who wouldst pollute with impious touch +The wife whom Rama loves so much? +Be round thy neck a millstone tied, +And swim the sea from side to side; +Or raising both thy hands on high +Pluck sun and moon from yonder sky; +Or let the kindled flame be pressed, +Wrapt in thy garment, to thy breast; +More wild the thought that seeks to win +Rama's dear wife who knows not sin. +The fool who thinks with idle aim +To gain the love of Rama's dame, +With dark and desperate footing makes +His way o'er points of iron stakes. +As Ocean to a bubbling spring, +The lion to a fox, the king +Of all the birds that ply the wing +To an ignoble crow +As gold to lead of little price, +As to the drainings of the rice +The drink they quaff in Paradise, +The Amrit's heavenly flow, +As sandal dust with perfume sweet +Is to the mire that soils our feet, +A tiger to a cat, +As the white swan is to the owl, +The peacock to the waterfowl, +An eagle to a bat, +Such is my lord compared with thee; +And when with bow and arrows he, +Mighty as Indra's self shall see +His foeman, armed to slay, +Thou, death-doomed like the fly that sips +The oil that on the altar drips, +Shalt cast the morsel from thy lips +And lose thy half-won prey.” +Thus in high scorn the lady flung +The biting arrows of her tongue +In bitter words that pierced and stung +The rover of the night. +She ceased. Her gentle cheek grew pale, +Her loosened limbs began to fail, +And like a plantain in the gale +She trembled with affright. +He terrible as Death stood nigh, +And watched with fierce exulting eye +The fear that shook her frame. +To terrify the lady more, +He counted all his triumphs o'er, +Proclaimed the titles that he bore, +His pedigree and name. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_242.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_242.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..78573acc6261d505d7f8dd0b6d0e4361854a8933 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_242.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto XLIX. The Rape Of Síta. + +With knitted brow and furious eye +The stranger made his fierce reply: +“In me O fairest dame, behold +The brother of the King of Gold. +The Lord of Ten Necks my title, named +Ravan, for might and valour famed. +Gods and Gandharva hosts I scare; +Snakes, spirits, birds that roam the air +Fly from my coming, wild with fear, +Trembling like men when Death is near. +Vaiśravan once, my brother, wrought +To ire, encountered me and fought, +[pg 286] +But yielding to superior might +Fled from his home in sore affright. +Lord of the man-drawn chariot, still +He dwells on famed Kailasa's hill. +I made the vanquished king resign +The glorious car which now is mine,— +Pushpak, the far-renowned, that flies +Will-guided through the buxom skies. +Celestial hosts by Indra led +Flee from my face disquieted, +And where my dreaded feet appear +The wind is hushed or breathless is fear. +Where'er I stand, where'er I go +The troubled waters cease to flow, +Each spell-bound wave is mute and still +And the fierce sun himself is chill. +Beyond the sea my Lanka stands +Filled with fierce forms and giant bands, +A glorious city fair to see +As Indra's Amaravatí. +A towering height of solid wall, +Flashing afar, surrounds it all, +Its golden courts enchant the sight, +And gates aglow with lazulite. +Steeds, elephants, and cars are there, +And drums' loud music fills the air, +Fair trees in lovely gardens grow +Whose boughs with varied fruitage glow. +Thou, beauteous Queen, with me shalt dwell +In halls that suit a princess well, +Thy former fellows shall forget +Nor think of women with regret, +No earthly joy thy soul shall miss, +And take its fill of heavenly bliss. +Of mortal Rama think no more, +Whose terms of days will soon be o'er. +King Daśaratha looked in scorn +On Rama though the eldest born, +Sent to the woods the weakling fool, +And set his darling son to rule. +What, O thou large-eyed dame, hast thou +To do with fallen Rama now, +From home and kingdom forced to fly, +A wretched hermit soon to die? +Accept thy lover, nor refuse +The giant king who fondly woos. +O listen, nor reject in scorn +A heart by Kama's arrows torn. +If thou refuse to hear my prayer, +Of grief and coming woe beware; +For the sad fate will fall on thee +Which came on hapless Urvaśí, +When with her foot she chanced to touch +Purúravas, and sorrowed much.502 +My little finger raised in fight +Were more than match for Rama's might. +O fairest, blithe and happy be +With him whom fortune sends to thee.” +Such were the words the giant said, +And Síta's angry eyes were red. +She answered in that lonely place +The monarch of the giant race: +“Art thou the brother of the Lord +Of Gold by all the world adored, +And sprung of that illustrious seed +Wouldst now attempt this evil deed? +I tell thee, impious Monarch, all +The giants by thy sin will fall, +Whose reckless lord and king thou art, +With foolish mind and lawless heart. +Yea, one may hope to steal the wife +Of Indra and escape with life. +But he who Rama's dame would tear +From his loved side must needs despair. +Yea, one may steal fair Śachí, dame +Of Him who shoots the thunder flame, +May live successful in his aim +And length of day may see; +But hope, O giant King, in vain, +Though cups of Amrit thou may drain, +To shun the penalty and pain +Of wronging one like me.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_243.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_243.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b20f872bc2e6849c39f3c0ab2e9c73d5083b6d8a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_243.txt @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ +Canto L. Jatayus. + +The Rakshas monarch, thus addressed, +His hands a while together pressed, +And straight before her startled eyes +Stood monstrous in his giant size. +Then to the lady, with the lore +Of eloquence, he spoke once more: +“Thou scarce,” he cried, “hast heard aright +The glories of my power and might. +I borne sublime in air can stand +And with these arms upheave the land, +Drink the deep flood of Ocean dry +And Death with conquering force defy, +Pierce the great sun with furious dart +And to her depths cleave earth apart. +See, thou whom love and beauty blind, +I wear each form as wills my mind.” +As thus he spake in burning ire +His glowing eyes were red with fire. +His gentle garb aside was thrown +And all his native shape was shown. +Terrific, monstrous, wild, and dread +As the dark God who rules the dead, +His fiery eyes in fury rolled, +His limbs were decked with glittering gold. +Like some dark cloud the monster showed, +And his fierce breast with fury glowed. +The ten-faced rover of the night, +With twenty arms exposed to sight, +His saintly guise aside had laid +And all his giant height displayed. +[pg 287] +Attired in robes of crimson dye +He stood and watched with angry eye +The lady in her bright array +Resplendent as the dawn of day +When from the east the sunbeams break, +And to the dark-haired lady spake: +“If thou would call that lord thine own +Whose fame in every world is known, +Look kindly on my love, and be +Bride of a consort meet for thee. +With me let blissful years be spent, +For ne'er thy choice shalt thou repent. +No deed of mine shall e'er displease +My darling as she lives at ease. +Thy love for mortal man resign, +And to a worthier lord incline. +Ah foolish lady, seeming wise +In thine own weak and partial eyes, +By what fair graces art thou held +To Rama from his realm expelled? +Misfortunes all his life attend, +And his brief days are near their end. +Unworthy prince, infirm of mind! +A woman spoke and he resigned +His home and kingdom and withdrew +From troops of friends and retinue. +And sought this forest dark and dread +By savage beasts inhabited.” +Thus Ravan urged the lady meet +For love, whose words were soft and sweet. +Near and more near the giant pressed +As love's hot fire inflamed his breast. +The leader of the giant crew +His arm around the lady threw: +Thus Budha503 with ill-omened might +Steals Rohiní's delicious light. +One hand her glorious tresses grasped, +One with its ruthless pressure clasped +The body of his lovely prize, +The Maithil dame with lotus eyes. +The silvan Gods in wild alarm +Marked his huge teeth and ponderous arm, +And from that Death-like presence fled, +Of mountain size and towering head. +Then seen was Ravan's magic car +Aglow with gold which blazed afar,— +The mighty car which asses drew +Thundering as it onward flew. +He spared not harsh rebuke to chide +The lady as she moaned and cried, +Then with his arm about her waist +His captive in the car he placed. +In vain he threatened: long and shrill +Rang out her lamentation still, +O Rama! which no fear could stay: +But her dear lord was far away. +Then rose the fiend, and toward the skies +Bore his poor helpless struggling prize: +Hurrying through the air above +The dame who loathed his proffered love. +So might a soaring eagle bear +A serpent's consort through the air. +As on he bore her through the sky +She shrieked aloud her bitter cry. +As when some wretch's lips complain +In agony of maddening pain; +“O Lakshman, thou whose joy is still +To do thine elder brother's will, +This fiend, who all disguises wears, +From Rama's side his darling tears. +Thou who couldst leave bliss, fortune, all, +Yea life itself at duty's call, +Dost thou not see this outrage done +To hapless me, O Raghu's son? +'Tis thine, O victor of the foe, +To bring the haughtiest spirit low, +How canst thou such an outrage see +And let the guilty fiend go free? +Ah, seldom in a moment's time +Comes bitter fruit of sin and crime, +But in the day of harvest pain +Comes like the ripening of the grain. +So thou whom fate and folly lead +To ruin for this guilty deed, +Shalt die by Rama's arm ere long +A dreadful death for hideous wrong. +Ah, too successful in their ends +Are Queen Kaikeyí and her friends, +When virtuous Rama, dear to fame, +Is mourning for his ravished dame. +Ah me, ah me! a long farewell +To lawn and glade and forest dell +In Janasthan's wild region, where +The Cassia trees are bright and fair +With all your tongues to Rama say +That Ravan bears his wife away. +Farewell, a long farewell to thee, +O pleasant stream Godavarí, +Whose rippling waves are ever stirred +By many a glad wild water-bird! +All ye to Rama's ear relate +The giant's deed and Síta's fate. +O all ye Gods who love this ground +Where trees of every leaf abound, +Tell Rama I am stolen hence, +I pray you all with reverence. +On all the living things beside +That these dark boughs and coverts hide, +Ye flocks of birds, ye troops of deer, +I call on you my prayer to hear. +All ye to Rama's ear proclaim +That Ravan tears away his dame +With forceful arms,—his darling wife, +Dearer to Rama than his life. +O, if he knew I dwelt in hell, +My mighty lord, I know full well, +Would bring me, conqueror, back to-day, +Though Yama's self reclaimed his prey.” +Thus from the air the lady sent +[pg 288] +With piteous voice her last lament, +And as she wept she chanced to see +The vulture on a lofty tree. +As Ravan bore her swiftly by, +On the dear bird she bent her eye, +And with a voice which woe made faint +Renewed to him her wild complaint: +“O see, the king who rules the race +Of giants, cruel, fierce and base, +Ravan the spoiler bears me hence +The helpless prey of violence. +This fiend who roves in midnight shade +By thee, dear bird, can ne'er be stayed, +For he is armed and fierce and strong +Triumphant in the power to wrong. +For thee remains one only task, +To do, kind friend, the thing I ask. +To Rama's ear by thee be borne +How Síta from her home is torn, +And to the valiant Lakshman tell +The giant's deed and what befell.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_244.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_244.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b0116ffb57ad6868597330d1b74ebf76fc36cd6a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_244.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +Canto LI. The Combat. + +The vulture from his slumber woke +And heard the words which Síta spoke +He raised his eye and looked on her, +Looked on her giant ravisher. +That noblest bird with pointed beak, +Majestic as a mountain peak, +High on the tree addressed the king +Of giants, wisely counselling: +“O Ten-necked lord, I firmly hold +To faith and laws ordained of old, +And thou, my brother, shouldst refrain +From guilty deeds that shame and stain. +The vulture king supreme in air, +Jaṭayus is the name I bear. +Thy captive, known by Síta's name, +Is the dear consort and the dame +Of Rama, Daśaratha's heir +Who makes the good of all his care. +Lord of the world in might he vies +With the great Gods of seas and skies. +The law he boasts to keep allows +No king to touch another's spouse, +And, more than all, a prince's dame +High honour and respect may claim. +Back to the earth thy way incline, +Nor think of one who is not thine. +Heroic souls should hold it shame +To stoop to deeds which others blame, +And all respect by them is shown +To dames of others as their own. +Not every case of bliss and gain +The Scripture's holy texts explain, +And subjects, when that light is dim, +Look to their prince and follow him. +The king is bliss and profit, he +Is store of treasures fair to see, +And all the people's fortunes spring, +Their joy and misery, from the king. +If, lord of giant race, thy mind +Be fickle, false, to sin inclined, +How wilt thou kingly place retain? +High thrones in heaven no sinners gain. +The soul which gentle passions sway +Ne'er throws its nobler part away, +Nor will the mansion of the base +Long be the good man's dwelling-place. +Prince Rama, chief of high renown, +Has wronged thee not in field or town. +Ne'er has he sinned against thee: how +Canst thou resolve to harm him now? +If moved by Śúrpanakha's prayer +The giant Khara sought him there, +And fighting fell with baffled aim, +His and not Rama's is the blame. +Say, mighty lord of giants, say +What fault on Rama canst thou lay? +What has the world's great master done +That thou should steal his precious one? +Quick, quick the Maithil dame release; +Let Rama's consort go in peace, +Lest scorched by his terrific eye +Beneath his wrath thou fall and die +Like Vritra when Lord Indra threw +The lightning flame that smote and slew. +Ah fool, with blinded eyes to take +Home to thy heart a venomed snake! +Ah foolish eyes, too blind to see +That Death's dire coils entangle thee! +The prudent man his strength will spare, +Nor lift a load too great to bear. +Content is he with wholesome food +Which gives him life and strength renewed, +But who would dare the guilty deed +That brings no fame or glorious meed, +Where merit there is none to win +And vengeance soon o'ertakes the sin? +My course of life, Pulastya's son, +For sixty thousand years has run. +Lord of my kind I still maintain +Mine old hereditary reign. +I, worn by years, am older far +Than thou, young lord of bow and car, +In coat of glittering mail encased +And armed with arrows at thy waist, +But not unchallenged shalt thou go, +Or steal the dame without a blow. +Thou canst not, King, before mine eyes +Bear off unchecked thy lovely prize, +Safe as the truth of Scripture bent +By no close logic's argument. +Stay if thy courage let thee, stay +And meet me in the battle fray, +And thou shalt stain the earth with gore +Falling as Khara fell before. +Soon Rama, clothed in bark, shall smite +[pg 289] +Thee, his proud foe, in deadly fight,— +Rama, from whom have oft times fled +The Daitya hosts discomfited. +No power have I to kill or slay: +The princely youths are far away, +But soon shalt thou with fearful eye +Struck down beneath their arrows lie. +But while I yet have life and sense, +Thou shalt not, tyrant, carry hence +Fair Síta, Rama's honoured queen, +With lotus eyes and lovely mien. +Whate'er the pain, whate'er the cost, +Though in the struggle life be lost, +The will of Raghu's noblest son +And Daśaratha must be done. +Stay for a while, O Ravan, stay, +One hour thy flying car delay, +And from that glorious chariot thou +Shalt fall like fruit from shaken bough, +For I to thee, while yet I live, +The welcome of a foe will give.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_245.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_245.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b1f12dd0bcae5c2bd0626e43926398fe07f9d988 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_245.txt @@ -0,0 +1,187 @@ +Canto LII. Ravan's Flight. + +Ravan's red eyes in fury rolled: +Bright with his armlets' flashing gold, +In high disdain, by passion stirred +He rushed against the sovereign bird. +With clash and din and furious blows +Of murderous battle met the foes: +Thus urged by winds two clouds on high +Meet warring in the stormy sky. +Then fierce the dreadful combat raged +As fiend and bird in war engaged, +As if two winged mountains sped +To dire encounter overhead. +Keen pointed arrows thick and fast, +In never ceasing fury cast, +Rained hurtling on the vulture king +And smote him on the breast and wing. +But still that noblest bird sustained +The cloud of shafts which Ravan rained, +And with strong beak and talons bent +The body of his foeman rent. +Then wild with rage the ten-necked king +Laid ten swift arrows on his string,— +Dread as the staff of Death were they, +So terrible and keen to slay. +Straight to his ear the string he drew, +Straight to the mark the arrows flew, +And pierced by every iron head +The vulture's mangled body bled. +One glance upon the car he bent +Where Síta wept with shrill lament, +Then heedless of his wounds and pain +Rushed at the giant king again. +Then the brave vulture with the stroke +Of his resistless talons broke +The giant's shafts and bow whereon +The fairest pearls and jewels shone. +The monster paused, by rage unmanned: +A second bow soon armed his hand, +Whence pointed arrows swift and true +In hundreds, yea in thousands, flew. +The monarch of the vultures, plied +With ceaseless darts on every side, +Showed like a bird that turns to rest +Close covered by the branch-built nest. +He shook his pinions to repel +The storm of arrows as it fell; +Then with his talons snapped in two +The mighty bow which Ravan drew. +Next with terrific wing he smote +So fiercely on the giant's coat, +The harness, glittering with the glow +Of fire, gave way beneath the blow. +With storm of murderous strokes he beat +The harnessed asses strong and fleet,— +Each with a goblin's monstrous face +And plates of gold his neck to grace. +Then on the car he turned his ire,— +The will-moved car that shone like fire, +And broke the glorious chariot, broke +The golden steps and pole and yoke. +The chouris and the silken shade +Like the full moon to view displayed, +Together with the guards who held +Those emblems, to the ground he felled. +The royal vulture hovered o'er +The driver's head, and pierced and tore +With his strong beak and dreaded claws +His mangled brow and cheek and jaws. +With broken car and sundered bow, +His charioteer and team laid low, +One arm about the lady wound, +Sprang the fierce giant to the ground. +Spectators of the combat, all +The spirits viewed the monster's fall: +Lauding the vulture every one +Cried with glad voice, Well done! well done! +But weak with length of days, at last +The vulture's strength was failing fast. +The fiend again assayed to bear +The lady through the fields of air. +But when the vulture saw him rise +Triumphant with his trembling prize, +Bearing the sword that still was left +When other arms were lost or cleft, +Once more, impatient of repose, +Swift from the earth her champion rose, +Hung in the way the fiend would take, +And thus addressing Ravan spake: +“Thou, King of giants, rash and blind, +Wilt be the ruin of thy kind, +Stealing the wife of Rama, him +With lightning scars on chest and limb. +A mighty host obeys his will +And troops of slaves his palace fill; +[pg 290] +His lords of state are wise and true, +Kinsmen has he and retinue. +As thirsty travellers drain the cup, +Thou drinkest deadly poison up. +The rash and careless fool who heeds +No coming fruit of guilty deeds, +A few short years of life shall see, +And perish doomed to death like thee. +Say whither wilt thou fly to loose +Thy neck from Death's entangling noose, +Caught like the fish that finds too late +The hook beneath the treacherous bait? +Never, O King—of this be sure— +Will Raghu's fiery sons endure, +Terrific in their vengeful rage, +This insult to their hermitage. +Thy guilty hands this day have done +A deed which all reprove and shun, +Unworthly of a noble chief, +The pillage loved by coward thief. +Stay, if thy heart allow thee, stay +And meet me in the deadly fray. +Soon shall thou stain the earth with gore, +And fall as Khara fell before. +The fruits of former deeds o'erpower +The sinner in his dying hour: +And such a fate on thee, O King, +Thy tyranny and madness bring. +Not e'en the Self-existent Lord, +Who reigns by all the worlds adored, +Would dare attempt a guilty deed +Which the dire fruits of crime succeed.” +Thus brave Jaṭayus, best of birds, +Addressed the fiend with moving words, +Then ready for the swift attack +Swooped down upon the giant's back. +Down to the bone the talons went; +With many a wound the flesh was rent: +Such blows infuriate drivers deal +Their elephants with pointed steel. +Fixed in his back the strong beak lay, +The talons stripped the flesh away. +He fought with claws and beak and wing, +And tore the long hair of the king. +Still as the royal vulture beat +The giant with his wings and feet, +Swelled the fiend's lips, his body shook +With furious rage too great to brook. +About the Maithil dame he cast +One huge left arm and held her fast. +In furious rage to frenzy fanned +He struck the vulture with his hand. +Jatayus mocked the vain assay, +And rent his ten left arms away. +Down dropped the severed limbs: anew +Ten others from his body grew: +Thus bright with pearly radiance glide +Dread serpents from the hillock side, +Again in wrath the giant pressed +The lady closer to his breast, +And foot and fist sent blow on blow +In ceaseless fury at the foe. +So fierce and dire the battle, waged +Between those mighty champions, raged: +Here was the lord of giants, there +The noblest of the birds of air. +Thus, as his love of Rama taught, +The faithful vulture strove and fought. +But Ravan seized his sword and smote +His wings and side and feet and throat. +At mangled side and wing he bled; +He fell, and life was almost fled. +The lady saw her champion lie, +His plumes distained with gory dye, +And hastened to the vulture's side +Grieving as though a kinsman died. +The lord of Lanka's island viewed +The vulture as he lay: +Whose back like some dark cloud was hued, +His breast a paly grey, +Like ashes, when by none renewed, +The flame has died away. +The lady saw with mournful eye, +Her champion press the plain,— +The royal bird, her true ally +Whom Ravan's might had slain. +Her soft arms locked in strict embrace +Around his neck she kept, +And lovely with her moon-bright face +Bent o'er her friend and wept. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_246.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_246.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8c0bc0ec8e3de3657405ba075fe82f1f663f0cd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_246.txt @@ -0,0 +1,188 @@ +Canto LIII. Síta's Threats. + +Fair as the lord of silvery rays +Whom every star in heaven obeys, +The Maithil dame her plaint renewed +O'er him by Ravan's might subdued: +“Dreams, omens, auguries foreshow +Our coming lot of weal and woe: +But thou, my Rama, couldst not see +The grievous blow which falls on thee. +The birds and deer desert the brakes +And show the path my captor takes, +And thus e'en now this royal bird +Flew to mine aid by pity stirred. +Slain for my sake in death he lies, +The broad-winged rover of the skies. +O Rama, haste, thine aid I crave: +O Lakshman, why delay to save? +Brave sons of old Ikshvaku, hear +And rescue in this hour of fear.” +Her flowery wreath was torn and rent, +Crushed was each sparkling ornament. +She with weak arms and trembling knees +Clung like a creeper to the trees, +And like some poor deserted thing +With wild shrieks made the forest ring. +But swift the giant reached her side, +[pg 291] +As loud on Rama's name she cried. +Fierce as grim Death one hand he laid +Upon her tresses' lovely braid. +“That touch, thou impious King, shall be +The ruin of thy race and thee.” +The universal world in awe +That outrage on the lady saw, +All nature shook convulsed with dread, +And darkness o'er the land was spread. +The Lord of Day grew dark and chill, +And every breath of air was still. +The Eternal Father of the sky +Beheld the crime with heavenly eye, +And spake with solemn voice, “The deed, +The deed is done, of old decreed.” +Sad were the saints within the grove, +But triumph with their sorrow strove. +They wept to see the Maithil dame +Endure the outrage, scorn, and shame: +They joyed because his life should pay +The penalty incurred that day. +Then Ravan raised her up, and bare +His captive through the fields of air, +Calling with accents loud and shrill +On Rama and on Lakshman still. +With sparkling gems on arm and breast, +In silk of paly amber dressed, +High in the air the Maithil dame +Gleamed like the lightning's flashing flame. +The giant, as the breezes blew +Upon her robes of amber hue, +And round him twined that gay attire, +Showed like a mountain girt with fire. +The lady, fairest of the fair, +Had wreathed a garland round her hair; +Its lotus petals bright and sweet +Rained down about the giant's feet. +Her vesture, bright as burning gold, +Gave to the wind each glittering fold, +Fair as a gilded cloud that gleams +Touched by the Day-God's tempered beams. +Yet struggling in the fiend's embrace, +The lady with her sweet pure face, +Far from her lord, no longer wore +The light of joy that shone before. +Like some sad lily by the side +Of waters which the sun has dried; +Like the pale moon uprising through +An autumn cloud of darkest hue, +So was her perfect face between +The arms of giant Ravan seen: +Fair with the charm of braided tress +And forehead's finished loveliness; +Fair with the ivory teeth that shed +White lustre through the lips' fine red, +Fair as the lotus when the bud +Is rising from the parent flood. +With faultless lip and nose and eye, +Dear as the moon that floods the sky +With gentle light, of perfect mould, +She seemed a thing of burnished gold, +Though on her cheek the traces lay +Of tears her hand had brushed away. +But as the moon-beams swiftly fade +Ere the great Day-God shines displayed, +So in that form of perfect grace +Still trembling in the fiend's embrace, +From her beloved Rama reft, +No light of pride or joy was left. +The lady with her golden hue +O'er the swart fiend a lustre threw, +As when embroidered girths enfold +An elephant with gleams of gold. +Fair as the lily's bending stem,— +Her arms adorned with many a gem, +A lustre to the fiend she lent +Gleaming from every ornament, +As when the cloud-shot flashes light +The shadows of a mountain height. +Whene'er the breezes earthward bore +The tinkling of the zone she wore, +He seemed a cloud of darkness hue +Sending forth murmurs as it flew. +As on her way the dame was sped +From her sweet neck fair flowers were shed, +The swift wind caught the flowery rain +And poured it o'er the fiend again. +The wind-stirred blossoms, sweet to smell, +On the dark brows of Ravan fell, +Like lunar constellations set +On Meru for a coronet. +From her small foot an anklet fair +With jewels slipped, and through the air, +Like a bright circlet of the flame +Of thunder, to the valley came. +The Maithil lady, fair to see +As the young leaflet of a tree +Clad in the tender hues of spring, +Flashed glory on the giant king, +As when a gold-embroidered zone +Around an elephant is thrown. +While, bearing far the lady, through +The realms of sky the giant flew, +She like a gleaming meteor cast +A glory round her as she passed. +Then from each limb in swift descent +Dropped many a sparkling ornament: +On earth they rested dim and pale +Like fallen stars when virtues fail.504 +Around her neck a garland lay +Bright as the Star-God's silvery ray: +It fell and flashed like Ganga sent +From heaven above the firmament.505 +The birds of every wing had flocked +To stately trees by breezes rocked: +[pg 292] +These bowed their wind-swept heads and said: +“My lady sweet, be comforted.” +With faded blooms each brook within +Whose waters moved no gleamy fin, +Stole sadly through the forest dell +Mourning the dame it loved so well. +From every woodland region near +Came lions, tigers, birds, and deer, +And followed, each with furious look, +The way her flying shadow took. +For Síta's loss each lofty hill +Whose tears were waterfall, and rill, +Lifting on high each arm-like steep, +Seemed in the general woe to weep. +When the great sun, the lord of day, +Saw Ravan tear the dame away, +His glorious light began to fail +And all his disk grew cold and pale. +“If Ravan from the forest flies +With Rama's Síta as his prize, +Justice and truth have vanished hence, +Honour and right and innocence.” +Thus rose the cry of wild despair +From spirits as they gathered there. +In trembling troops in open lawns +Wept, wild with woe, the startled fawns, +And a strange terror changed the eyes +They lifted to the distant skies. +On silvan Gods who love the dell +A sudden fear and trembling fell, +As in the deepest woe they viewed +The lady by the fiend subdued. +Still in loud shrieks was heard afar +That voice whose sweetness naught could mar, +While eager looks of fear and woe +She bent upon the earth below. +The lady of each winning wile +With pearly teeth and lovely smile, +Seized by the lord of Lanka's isle, +Looked down for friends in vain. +She saw no friend to aid her, none, +Not Rama nor the younger son +Of Daśaratha, and undone +She swooned with fear and pain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_247.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_247.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cb6ea492a90a283f433c25ab74f3cc2e9a1cc6f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_247.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ +Canto LIV. Lanka. + +Soon as the Maithil lady knew +That high through air the giant flew, +Distressed with grief and sore afraid +Her troubled spirit sank dismayed. +Then, as anew the waters welled +From those red eyes which sorrow swelled, +Forth in keen words her passion broke, +And to the fierce-eyed fiend she spoke: +“Canst thou attempt a deed so base, +Untroubled by the deep disgrace,— +To steal me from my home and fly, +When friend or guardian none was nigh? +Thy craven soul that longed to steal, +Fearing the blows that warriors deal, +Upon a magic deer relied +To lure my husband from my side, +Friend of his sire, the vulture king +Lies low on earth with mangled wing, +Who gave his aged life for me +And died for her he sought to free. +Ah, glorious strength indeed is thine, +Thou meanest of thy giant line, +Whose courage dared to tell thy name +And conquer in the fight a dame. +Does the vile deed that thou hast done +Cause thee no shame, thou wicked one— +A woman from her home to rend +When none was near his aid to lend? +Through all the worlds, O giant King, +The tidings of this deed will ring, +This deed in law and honour's spite +By one who claims a hero's might. +Shame on thy boasted valour, shame! +Thy prowess is an empty name. +Shame, giant, on this cursed deed +For which thy race is doomed to bleed! +Thou fliest swifter than the gale, +For what can strength like thine avail? +Stay for one hour, O Ravan, stay; +Thou shalt not flee with life away. +Soon as the royal chieftains' sight +Falls on the thief who roams by night, +Thou wilt not, tyrant, live one hour +Though backed by all thy legions' power. +Ne'er can thy puny strength sustain +The tempest of their arrowy rain: +Have e'er the trembling birds withstood +The wild flames raging in the wood? +Hear me, O Ravan, let me go, +And save thy soul from coming woe. +Or if thou wilt not set me free, +Wroth for this insult done to me. +With his brave brother's aid my lord +Against thy life will raise his sword. +A guilty hope inflames thy breast +His wife from Rama's home to wrest. +Ah fool, the hope thou hast is vain; +Thy dreams of bliss shall end in pain. +If torn from all I love by thee +My godlike lord no more I see, +Soon will I die and end my woes, +Nor live the captive of my foes. +Ah fool, with blinded eyes to choose +The evil and the good refuse! +So the sick wretch with stubborn will +Turns fondly to the cates that kill, +And madly draws his lips away +From medicine that would check decay. +About thy neck securely wound +[pg 293] +The deadly coil of Fate is bound, +And thou, O Ravan, dost not fear +Although the hour of death is near. +With death-doomed sight thine eyes behold +The gleaming of the trees of gold,— +See dread Vaitarani, the flood +That rolls a stream of foamy blood,— +See the dark wood by all abhorred— +Its every leaf a threatening sword. +The tangled thickets thou shall tread +Where thorns with iron points are spread. +For never can thy days be long, +Base plotter of this shame and wrong +To Rama of the lofty soul: +He dies who drinks the poisoned bowl. +The coils of death around thee lie: +They hold thee and thou canst not fly. +Ah whither, tyrant, wouldst thou run +The vengeance of my lord to shun? +By his unaided arm alone +Were twice seven thousand fiends o'erthrown: +Yes, in the twinkling of an eye +He forced thy mightiest fiends to die. +And shall that lord of lion heart, +Skilled in the bow and spear and dart, +Spare thee, O fiend, in battle strife, +The robber of his darling wife?” +These were her words, and more beside, +By wrath and bitter hate supplied. +Then by her woe and fear o'erthrown +She wept again and made her moan. +As long she wept in grief and dread, +Scarce conscious of the words she said, +The wicked giant onward fled +And bore her through the air. +As firm he held the Maithil dame, +Still wildly struggling, o'er her frame +With grief and bitter misery came +The trembling of despair. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_248.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_248.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7075855f105066b2ceefdfc07fdb19f4b470c326 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_248.txt @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ +Canto LV. Síta In Prison. + +He bore her on in rapid flight, +And not a friend appeared in sight. +But on a hill that o'er the wood +Raised its high top five monkeys stood. +From her fair neck her scarf she drew, +And down the glittering vesture flew. +With earring, necklet, chain, and gem, +Descending in the midst of them: +“For these,” she thought, “my path may show, +And tell my lord the way I go.” +Nor did the fiend, in wild alarm, +Mark when she drew from neck and arm +And foot the gems and gold, and sent +To earth each gleaming ornament. +The monkeys raised their tawny eyes +That closed not in their first surprise, +And saw the dark-eyed lady, where +She shrieked above them in the air. +High o'er their heads the giant passed +Holding the weeping lady fast. +O'er Pampa's flashing flood he sped +And on to Lanka's city fled. +He bore away in senseless joy +The prize that should his life destroy, +Like the rash fool who hugs beneath +His robe a snake with venomed teeth. +Swift as an arrow from a bow, +Speeding o'er lands that lay below, +Sublime in air his course he took +O'er wood and rock and lake and brook. +He passed at length the sounding sea +Where monstrous creatures wander free,— +Seat of Lord Varun's ancient reign, +Controller of the eternal main. +The angry waves were raised and tossed +As Ravan with the lady crossed, +And fish and snake in wild unrest +Showed flashing fin and gleaming crest. +Then from the blessed troops who dwell +In air celestial voices fell: +“O ten-necked King,” they cried, “attend: +This guilty deed will bring thine end.” +Then Ravan speeding like the storm, +Bearing his death in human form, +The struggling Síta, lighted down +In royal Lanka's glorious town; +A city bright and rich, that showed +Well-ordered street and noble road; +Arranged with just division, fair +With multitudes in court and square. +Thus, all his journey done, he passed +Within his royal home at last. +There in a queenly bower he placed +The black-eyed dame with dainty waist: +Thus in her chamber Maya laid +The lovely Maya, demon maid. +Then Ravan gave command to all +The dread she-fiends who filled the hall: +“This captive lady watch and guard +From sight of man and woman barred. +But all the fair one asks beside +Be with unsparing hand supplied: +As though 'twere I that asked, withhold +No pearls or dress or gems or gold. +And she among you that shall dare +Of purpose or through want of care +One word to vex her soul to say, +Throws her unvalued life away.” +Thus spake the monarch of their race +To those she-fiends who thronged the place, +And pondering on the course to take +Went from the chamber as he spake. +He saw eight giants, strong and dread, +On flesh of bleeding victims fed, +Proud in the boon which Brahma gave, +[pg 294] +And trusting in its power to save. +He thus the mighty chiefs addressed +Of glorious power and strength possessed: +“Arm, warriors, with the spear and bow; +With all your speed from Lanka go, +For Janasthan, our own no more, +Is now defiled with giants' gore; +The seat of Khara's royal state +Is left unto us desolate. +In your brave hearts and might confide, +And cast ignoble fear aside. +Go, in that desert region dwell +Where the fierce giants fought and fell. +A glorious host that region held, +For power and might unparalleled, +By Dúshan and brave Khara led,— +All, slain by Rama's arrows, bled. +Hence boundless wrath that spurns control +Reigns paramount within my soul, +And naught but Rama's death can sate +The fury of my vengeful hate. +I will not close my slumbering eyes +Till by this hand my foeman dies. +And when mine arm has slain the foe +Who laid those giant princes low, +Long will I triumph in the deed, +Like one enriched in utmost need. +Now go; that I this end may gain, +In Janasthan, O chiefs, remain. +Watch Rama there with keenest eye, +And all his deeds and movements spy. +Go forth, no helping art neglect, +Be brave and prompt and circumspect, +And be your one endeavour still +To aid mine arm this foe to kill. +Oft have I seen your warrior might +Proved in the forehead of the fight, +And sure of strength I know so well +Send you in Janasthan to dwell.” +The giants heard with prompt assent +The pleasant words he said, +And each before his master bent +For meet salute, his head. +Then as he bade, without delay, +From Lanka's gate they passed, +And hurried forward on their way +Invisible and fast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_249.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_249.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9a1a3289be99e2e0dd86af11b762d02e70f84abd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_249.txt @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +Canto LVI. Síta's Disdain. + +Thus Ravan his commandment gave +To those eight giants strong and brave, +So thinking in his foolish pride +Against all dangers to provide. +Then with his wounded heart aflame +With love he thought upon the dame, +And took with hasty steps the way +To the fair chamber where she lay. +He saw the gentle lady there +Weighed down by woe too great to bear, +Amid the throng of fiends who kept +Their watch around her as she wept: +A pinnace sinking neath the wave +When mighty winds around her rave: +A lonely herd-forsaken deer, +When hungry dogs are pressing near. +Within the bower the giant passed: +Her mournful looks were downward cast. +As there she lay with streaming eyes +The giant bade the lady rise, +And to the shrinking captive showed +The glories of his rich abode, +Where thousand women spent their days +In palaces with gold ablaze; +Where wandered birds of every sort, +And jewels flashed in hall and court. +Where noble pillars charmed the sight +With diamond and lazulite, +And others glorious to behold +With ivory, crystal, silver, gold. +There swelled on high the tambour's sound, +And burnished ore was bright around +He led the mournful lady where +Resplendent gold adorned the stair, +And showed each lattice fair to see +With silver work and ivory: +Showed his bright chambers, line on line, +Adorned with nets of golden twine. +Beyond he showed the Maithil dame +His gardens bright as lightning's flame, +And many a pool and lake he showed +Where blooms of gayest colour glowed. +Through all his home from view to view +The lady sunk in grief he drew. +Then trusting in her heart to wake +Desire of all she saw, he spake: +“Three hundred million giants, all +Obedient to their master's call, +Not counting young and weak and old, +Serve me with spirits fierce and bold. +A thousand culled from all of these +Wait on the lord they long to please. +This glorious power, this pomp and sway, +Dear lady, at thy feet I lay: +Yea, with my life I give the whole, +O dearer than my life and soul. +A thousand beauties fill my hall: +Be thou my wife and rule them all. +O hear my supplication! why +This reasonable prayer deny? +Some pity to thy suitor show, +For love's hot flames within me glow. +This isle a hundred leagues in length, +Encompassed by the ocean's strength, +Would all the Gods and fiends defy +Though led by Him who rules the sky. +No God in heaven, no sage on earth, +No minstrel of celestial birth, +[pg 295] +No spirit in the worlds I see +A match in power and might for me. +What wilt thou do with Rama, him +Whose days are short, whose light is dim, +Expelled from home and royal sway, +Who treads on foot his weary way? +Leave the poor mortal to his fate, +And wed thee with a worthier mate. +My timid love, enjoy with me +The prime of youth before it flee. +Do not one hour the hope retain +To look on Rama's face again. +For whom would wildest thought beguile +To seek thee in the giants' isle? +Say who is he has power to bind +In toils of net the rushing wind. +Whose is the mighty hand will tame +And hold the glory of the flame? +In all the worlds above, below, +Not one, O fair of form, I know +Who from this isle in fight could rend +The lady whom these arms defend. +Fair Queen, o'er Lanka's island reign, +Sole mistress of the wide domain. +Gods, rovers of the night like me, +And all the world thy slaves will be. +O'er thy fair brows and queenly head +Let consecrating balm be shed, +And sorrow banished from thy breast, +Enjoy my love and take thy rest. +Here never more thy soul shall know +The memory of thy former woe, +And here shall thou enjoy the meed +Deserved by every virtuous deed. +Here garlands glow of flowery twine, +With gorgeous hues and scent divine. +Take gold and gems and rich attire: +Enjoy with me thy heart's desire. +There stand, of chariots far the best, +The car my brother once possessed. +Which, victor in the stricken field, +I forced the Lord of Gold to yield. +'Tis wide and high and nobly wrought, +Bright as the sun and swift as thought. +Therein O Síta, shalt thou ride +Delighted by thy lover's side. +But sorrow mars with lingering trace +The splendour of thy lotus face. +A cloud of woe is o'er it spread, +And all the light of joy is fled.” +The lady, by her woe distressed, +One corner of her raiment pressed +To her sad cheek like moonlight clear, +And wiped away a falling tear. +The rover of the night renewed +His eager pleading as he viewed +The lady stand like one distraught, +Striving to fix her wandering thought: +“Think not, sweet lady, of the shame +Of broken vows, nor fear the blame. +The saints approve with favouring eyes +This union knit with marriage ties. +O beauty, at thy radiant feet +I lay my heads, and thus entreat. +One word of grace, one look I crave: +Have pity on thy prostrate slave. +These idle words I speak are vain, +Wrung forth by love's consuming pain, +And ne'er of Ravan be it said +He wooed a dame with prostrate head.” +Thus to the Maithil lady sued +The monarch of the giant brood, +And “She is now mine own,” he thought, +In Death's dire coils already caught. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_25.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_25.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6c12f8841c68fcd5249b08342578eaf29d4d643a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_25.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XXVI. The Forest Of Tadaka. + +Soon as appeared the morning light +Up rose the mighty anchorite, +And thus to youthful Rama said, +Who lay upon his leafy bed: +“High fate is hers who calls thee son: +Arise, 'tis break of day; +Rise, Chief, and let those rites be done +Due at the morning's ray.”151 +At that great sage's high behest +Up sprang the princely pair, +To bathing rites themselves addressed, +And breathed the holiest prayer. +Their morning task completed, they +To Viśvamitra came +That store of holy works, to pay +The worship saints may claim. +Then to the hallowed spot they went +Along fair Sarjú's side +Where mix her waters confluent +With three-pathed Ganga's tide.152 +There was a sacred hermitage +Where saints devout of mind +Their lives through many a lengthened age +To penance had resigned. +That pure abode the princes eyed +With unrestrained delight, +And thus unto the saint they cried, +Rejoicing at the sight: +“Whose is that hermitage we see? +Who makes his dwelling there? +Full of desire to hear are we: +O Saint, the truth declare.” +The hermit smiling made reply +To the two boys' request: +“Hear, Rama, who in days gone by +This calm retreat possessed. +Kandarpa in apparent form, +Called Kama153 by the wise, +Dared Uma's154 new-wed lord to storm +And make the God his prize. +'Gainst Sthanu's155 self, on rites austere +And vows intent,156 they say, +His bold rash hand he dared to rear, +Though Sthanu cried, Away! +But the God's eye with scornful glare +Fell terrible on him. +Dissolved the shape that was so fair +[pg 038] +And burnt up every limb. +Since the great God's terrific rage +Destroyed his form and frame, +Kama in each succeeding age +Has borne Ananga's157 name. +So, where his lovely form decayed, +This land is Anga styled: +Sacred to him of old this shade, +And hermits undefiled. +Here Scripture-talking elders sway +Each sense with firm control, +And penance-rites have washed away +All sin from every soul. +One night, fair boy, we here will spend, +A pure stream on each hand, +And with to-morrow's light will bend +Our steps to yonder strand. +Here let us bathe, and free from stain +To that pure grove repair, +Sacred to Kama, and remain +One night in comfort there.” +With penance' far-discerning eye +The saintly men beheld +Their coming, and with transport high +Each holy bosom swelled. +To Kuśik's son the gift they gave +That honoured guest should greet, +Water they brought his feet to lave, +And showed him honor meet. +Rama and Lakshman next obtained +In due degree their share. +Then with sweet talk the guests remained, +And charmed each listener there. +The evening prayers were duly said +With voices calm and low: +Then on the ground each laid his head +And slept till morning's glow. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_250.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_250.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2b48d4c4e4b62473f81876371034a640df18030c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_250.txt @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ +Canto LVII. Síta Comforted. + +His words the Maithil lady heard +Oppressed by woe but undeterred. +Fear of the fiend she cast aside, +And thus in noble scorn replied: +“His word of honour never stained +King Daśaratha nobly reigned, +The bridge of right, the friend of truth. +His eldest son, a noble youth, +Is Rama, virtue's faithful friend, +Whose glories through the worlds extend. +Long arms and large full eyes has he, +My husband, yea a God to me. +With shoulders like the forest king's, +From old Ikshvaku's line he springs. +He with his brother Lakshman's aid +Will smite thee with the vengeful blade. +Hadst thou but dared before his eyes +To lay thine hand upon the prize, +Thou stretched before his feet hadst lain +In Janasthan like Khara slain. +Thy boasted rovers of the night +With hideous shapes and giant might,— +Like serpents when the feathered king +Swoops down with his tremendous wing,— +Will find their useless venom fail +When Rama's mighty arms assail. +The rapid arrows bright with gold, +Shot from the bow he loves to hold, +Will rend thy frame from flank to flank +As Ganga's waves erode the bank. +Though neither God nor fiend have power +To slay thee in the battle hour, +Yet from his hand shall come thy fate, +Struck down before his vengeful hate. +That mighty lord will strike and end +The days of life thou hast to spend. +Thy days are doomed, thy life is sped +Like victims to the pillar led. +Yea, if the glance of Rama bright +With fury on thy form should light, +Thou scorched this day wouldst fall and die +[pg 296] +Like Kama slain by Rudra's eye.506 +He who from heaven the moon could throw, +Or bid its bright rays cease to glow,— +He who could drain the mighty sea +Will set his darling Síta free. +Fled is thy life, thy glory, fled +Thy strength and power: each sense is dead. +Soon Lanka widowed by thy guilt +Will see the blood of giants spilt. +This wicked deed, O cruel King, +No triumph, no delight will bring. +Thou with outrageous might and scorn +A woman from her lord hast torn. +My glorious husband far away, +Making heroic strength his stay, +Dwells with his brother, void of fear, +In Danḍak forest lone and drear. +No more in force of arms confide: +That haughty strength, that power and pride +My hero with his arrowy rain +From all thy bleeding limbs will drain. +When urged by fate's dire mandate, nigh +Comes the fixt hour for men to die. +Caught in Death's toils their eyes are blind, +And folly takes each wandering mind. +So for the outrage thou hast done +The fate is near thou canst not shun,— +The fate that on thyself and all +Thy giants and thy town shall fall. +I spurn thee: can the altar dight +With vessels for the sacred rite, +O'er which the priest his prayer has said, +Be sullied by an outcaste's tread? +So me, the consort dear and true +Of him who clings to virtue too, +Thy hated touch shall ne'er defile, +Base tyrant lord of Lanka's isle. +Can the white swan who floats in pride +Through lilies by her consort's side, +Look for one moment, as they pass, +On the poor diver in the grass? +This senseless body waits thy will, +To torture, chain, to wound or kill. +I will not, King of giants, strive +To keep this fleeting soul alive +But never shall they join the name +Of Síta with reproach and shame.” +Thus as her breast with fury burned +Her bitter speech the dame returned. +Such words of rage and scorn, the last +She uttered, at the fiend she cast. +Her taunting speech the giant heard, +And every hair with anger stirred. +Then thus with fury in his eye +He made in threats his fierce reply: +“Hear Maithil lady, hear my speech: +List to my words and ponder each. +If o'er thy head twelve months shall fly +And thou thy love wilt still deny, +My cooks shall mince thy flesh with steel +And serve it for my morning meal.” +Thus with terrific threats to her +Spake Ravan, cruel ravener. +Mad with the rage her answer woke +He called the fiendish train and spoke: +“Take her, ye Rakshas dames, who fright +With hideous form and mien the sight, +Who make the flesh of men your food,— +And let her pride be soon subdued.” +He spoke, and at his word the band +Of fiendish monsters raised each hand +In reverence to the giant king, +And pressed round Síta in a ring. +Ravan once more with stern behest +To those she-fiends his speech addressed: +Shaking the earth beneath his tread, +He stamped his furious foot and said: +“To the Aśoka garden bear +The dame, and guard her safely there +Until her stubborn pride be bent +By mingled threat and blandishment. +See that ye watch her well, and tame, +Like some she-elephant, the dame.” +They led her to that garden where +The sweetest flowers perfumed the air, +Where bright trees bore each rarest fruit, +And birds, enamoured, ne'er were mute. +Bowed down with terror and distress, +Watched by each cruel giantess,— +Like a poor solitary deer +When ravening tigresses are near,— +The hapless lady lay distraught +Like some wild thing but newly caught, +And found no solace, no relief +From agonizing fear and grief; +Not for one moment could forget +Each terrifying word and threat, +Or the fierce eyes upon her set +By those who watched around. +She thought of Rama far away, +She mourned for Lakshman as she lay +In grief and terror and dismay +Half fainting on the ground. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_251.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_251.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bea2acf6623afb83d0b0d92e4df2d15af2b85533 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_251.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto LVIII. The Brothers' Meeting. + +Soon as the fiend had set her down +Within his home in Lanka's town +Triumph and joy filled Indra's breast, +Whom thus the Eternal Sire addressed: +“This deed will free the worlds from woe +And cause the giants' overthrow. +The fiend has borne to Lanka's isle +The lady of the lovely smile, +True consort born to happy fate +With features fair and delicate. +[pg 297] +She looks and longs for Rama's face, +But sees a crowd of demon race, +And guarded by the giant's train +Pines for her lord and weeps in vain. +But Lanka founded on a steep +Is girdled by the mighty deep, +And how will Rama know his fair +And blameless wife is prisoned there? +She on her woe will sadly brood +And pine away in solitude, +And heedless of herself, will cease +To live, despairing of release. +Yes, pondering on her fate, I see +Her gentle life in jeopardy. +Go, Indra, swiftly seek the place, +And look upon her lovely face. +Within the city make thy way: +Let heavenly food her spirit stay.” +Thus Brahma spake: and He who slew +The cruel demon Paka, flew +Where Lanka's royal city lay, +And Sleep went with him on his way. +“Sleep,” cried the heavenly Monarch, “close +Each giant's eye in deep repose.” +Thus Indra spoke, and Sleep fulfilled +With joy his mandate, as he willed, +To aid the plan the Gods proposed, +The demons' eyes in sleep she closed. +Then Śachí's lord, the Thousand-eyed, +To the Aśoka garden hied. +He came and stood where Síta lay, +And gently thus began to say: +“Lord of the Gods who hold the sky, +Dame of the lovely smile, am I. +Weep no more, lady, weep no more; +Thy days of woe will soon be o'er. +I come, O Janak's child, to be +The helper of thy lord and thee. +He through my grace, with hosts to aid, +This sea-girt land will soon invade. +'Tis by my art that slumbers close +The eyelids of thy giant foes. +Now I, with Sleep, this place have sought, +Videhan lady, and have brought +A gift of heaven's ambrosial food +To stay thee in thy solitude. +Receive it from my hand, and taste, +O lady of the dainty waist: +For countless ages thou shall be +From pangs of thirst and hunger free.” +But doubt within her bosom woke +As to the Lord of Gods she spoke: +“How may I know for truth that thou +Whose form I see before me now +Art verily the King adored +By heavenly Gods, and Śachí's lord? +With Raghu's sons I learnt to know +The certain signs which Godhead show. +These marks before mine eyes display +If o'er the Gods thou bear the sway.” +The heavenly lord of Śachí heard, +And did according to her word. +Above the ground his feet were raised; +With eyelids motionless he gazed. +No dust upon his raiment lay, +And his bright wreath was fresh and gay. +Nor was the lady's glad heart slow +The Monarch of the Gods to know, +And while the tears unceasing ran +From her sweet eyes she thus began: +“My lord has gained a friend in thee, +And I this day thy presence see +Shown clearly to mine eyes, as when +Rama and Lakshman, lords of men, +Beheld it, and their sire the king, +And Janak too from whom I spring. +Now I, O Monarch of the Blest, +Will eat this food at thy behest, +Which thou hast brought me, of thy grace, +To aid and strengthen Raghu's race.” +She spoke, and by his words relieved, +The food from Indra's hand received, +Yet ere she ate the balm he brought, +On Lakshman and her lord she thought. +“If my brave lord be still alive, +If valiant Lakshman yet survive, +May this my taste of heavenly food +Bring health to them and bliss renewed!” +She ate, and that celestial food +Stayed hunger, thirst, and lassitude, +And all her strength restored. +Great joy her hopeful spirit stirred +At the glad tidings newly heard +Of Lakshman and her lord. +And Indra's heart was joyful too: +He bade the Maithil dame adieu, +His saving errand done. +With Sleep beside him parting thence +He sought his heavenly residence +To prosper Raghu's son. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_252.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_252.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b02aa49d7cdae3250632f1af5451148b6e9a4329 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_252.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto LIX. Rama's Return. + +When Rama's deadly shaft had struck +The giant in the seeming buck, +The chieftain turned him from the place +His homeward way again to trace. +Then as he hastened onward, fain +To look upon his spouse again, +Behind him from a thicket nigh +Rang out a jackal's piercing cry. +Alarmed he heard the startling shriek +That raised his hair and dimmed his cheek, +And all his heart was filled with doubt +As the shrill jackal's cry rang out: +“Alas, some dire disaster seems +Portended by the jackal's screams. +O may the Maithil dame be screened +From outrage of each hungry fiend! +[pg 298] +Alas, if Lakshman chanced to hear +That bitter cry of woe and fear +What time Marícha, 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. +Too well I see the demon band +The slaughter of my love have planned. +Me far from home and Síta's view +The seeming deer Marícha drew. +He led me far through brake and dell +Till wounded by my shaft he fell, +And as he sank rang out his cry, +“O save me, Lakshman, or I die.” +May it be well with both who stayed +In the great wood with none to aid, +For every fiend is now my foe +For Janasthan's great overthrow, +And many an omen seen to-day +Has filled my heart with sore dismay.” +Such were the thoughts and sad surmise +Of Rama at the jackal's cries, +And all his heart within him burned +As to his cot his steps he turned. +He pondered on the deer that led +His feet to follow where it fled, +And sad with many a bitter thought +His home in Janasthan he sought. +His soul was dark with woe and fear +When flocks of birds and troops of deer +Move round him from the left, and raised +Discordant voices as they gazed. +The omens which the chieftain viewed +The terror of his soul renewed, +When lo, to meet him Lakshman sped +With brows whence all the light had fled. +Near and more near the princes came, +Each brother's heart and look the same; +Alike on each sad visage lay +The signs of misery and dismay, +Then Rama by his terror moved +His brother for his fault reproved +In leaving Síta far from aid +In the wild wood where giants strayed. +Lakshman's left hand he took, and then +In gentle tones the prince of men, +Though sharp and fierce their tenour ran, +Thus to his brother chief began: +“O Lakshman, thou art much to blame +Leaving alone the Maithil dame, +And flying hither to my side: +O, may no ill my spouse betide! +But ah, I know my wife is dead, +And giants on her limbs have fed, +So strange, so terrible are all +The omens which my heart appal. +O Lakshman, may we yet return +The safety of my love to learn. +To find the child of Janak still +Alive and free from scathe and ill! +Each bird with notes of warning screams, +Though the hot sun still darts his beams. +The moan of deer, the jackal's yell +Of some o'erwhelming misery tell. +O mighty brother, still may she, +My princess, live from danger free! +That semblance of a golden deer +Allured me far away, +I followed nearer and more near, +And longed to take the prey. +I followed where the quarry fled: +My deadly arrow flew, +And as the dying creature bled, +The giant met my view. +Great fear and pain oppress my heart +That dreads the coming blow, +And through my left eye keenly dart +The throbs that herald woe. +Ah Lakshman, all these signs dismay, +My soul that sinks with dread, +I know my love is torn away, +Or, haply, she is dead.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_253.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_253.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c35ffddf6f085e3265177995eabe84250c1ad04e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_253.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto LX. Lakshman Reproved. + +When Rama saw his brother stand +With none beside him, all unmanned, +Eager he questioned why he came +So far without the Maithil dame: +“Where is my wife, my darling, she +Who to the wild wood followed me? +Where hast thou left my lady, where +The dame who chose my lot to share? +Where is my love who balms my woe +As through the forest wilds I go, +Unkinged and banished and disgraced,— +My darling of the dainty waist? +She nerves my spirit for the strife, +She, only she gives zest to life, +Dear as my breath is she who vies +In charms with daughters of the skies. +If Janak's child be mine no more, +In splendour fair as virgin ore, +The lordship of the skies and earth +To me were prize of little worth. +Ah, lives she yet, the Maithil dame, +Dear as the soul within this frame? +O, let not all my toil be vain, +The banishment, the woe and pain! +O, let not dark Kaikeyí win +The guerdon of her treacherous sin, +If, Síta lost, my days I end, +And thou without me homeward wend! +O, let not good Kauśalya shed +Her bitter tears to mourn me dead, +Nor her proud rival's hest obey, +Strong in her son and queenly sway! +Back to my cot will I repair +If Síta live to greet me there, +[pg 299] +But if my wife have perished, I +Reft of my love will surely die. +O Lakshman, if I seek my cot, +Look for my love and find her not +Sweet welcome with her smile to give, +I tell thee, I will cease to live. +O answer,—let thy words be plain,— +Lives Síta yet, or is she slain? +Didst thou thy sacred trust betray +Till ravening giants seized the prey? +Ah me, so young, so soft and fair, +Lapped in all bliss, untried by care, +Rent from her own dear husband, how +Will she support her misery now? +That voice, O Lakshman smote thine ear, +And filled, I ween, thy heart with fear, +When on thy name for succour cried +The treacherous giant ere he died. +That voice too like mine own, I ween, +Was heard by the Videhan queen. +She bade thee seek my side to aid, +And quickly was the hest obeyed, +But ah, thy fault I needs must blame, +To leave alone the helpless dame, +And let the cruel giants sate +The fury of their murderous hate. +Those blood-devouring demons all +Grieve in their souls for Khara's fall, +And Síta, none to guard her side, +Torn by their cruel hands has died. +I sink, O tamer of thy foes, +Deep in the sea of whelming woes. +What can I now? I must endure +The mighty grief that mocks at cure.” +Thus, all his thoughts on Síta bent, +To Janasthan the chieftain went, +Hastening on with eager stride, +And Lakshman hurried by his side. +With toil and thirst and hunger worn, +His breast with doubt and anguish torn, +He sought the well-known spot. +Again, again he turned to chide +With quivering lips which terror dried: +He looked, and found her not. +Within his leafy home he sped, +Each pleasant spot he visited +Where oft his darling strayed. +“'Tis as I feared,” he cried, and there, +Yielding to pangs too great to bear, +He sank by grief dismayed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_254.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_254.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a65cd2992c01c1b043410c56f26949b9aa60082e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_254.txt @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +Canto LXI. Rama's Lament. + +But Rama ceased not to upbraid, +His brother for untimely aid, +And thus, while anguish wrung his breast, +The chief with eager question pressed: +“Why, Lakshman, didst thou hurry hence +And leave my wife without defence? +I left her in the wood with thee, +And deemed her safe from jeopardy. +When first thy form appeared in view, +I marked that Síta came not too. +With woe my troubled soul was rent, +Prophetic of the dire event. +Thy coming steps afar I spied, +I saw no Síta by thy side, +And felt a sudden throbbing dart +Through my left eye, and arm, and heart.” +Lakshman, with Fortune's marks impressed, +His brother mournfully addressed: +“Not by my heart's free impulse led, +Leaving thy wife to thee I sped; +But by her keen reproaches sent, +O Rama, to thine aid I went. +She heard afar a mournful cry, +“O save me, Lakshman, or I die.” +The voice that spoke in moving tone +Smote on her ear and seemed thine own. +Soon as those accents reached her ear +She yielded to her woe and fear, +She wept o'ercome by grief, and cried, +“Fly, Lakshman, fly to Rama's side.” +Though many a time she bade me speed, +Her urgent prayer I would not heed. +I bade her in thy strength confide, +And thus with tender words replied: +“No giant roams the forest shade +From whom thy lord need shrink dismayed. +No human voice, believe me, spoke +Those words thy causeless fear that woke. +Can he whose might can save in woe +The heavenly Gods e'er stoop so low, +And with those piteous accents call +For succour like a caitiff thrall? +And why should wandering giants choose +The accents of thy lord to use, +In alien tones my help to crave, +And cry aloud, O Lakshman, save? +Now let my words thy spirit cheer, +Compose thy thoughts and banish fear. +In hell, in earth, or in the skies +There is not, and there cannot rise +A champion whose strong arm can slay +Thy Rama in the battle fray. +To heavenly hosts he ne'er would yield +Though Indra led them to the field.” +To soothe her thus I vainly sought: +Her heart with woe was still distraught. +While from her eyes the waters ran +Her bitter speech she thus began: +“Too well I see thy dark intent: +Thy lawless thoughts on me are bent. +Thou hopest, but thy hope is vain, +To win my love, thy brother slain. +Not love, but Bharat's dark decree +To share his exile counselled thee, +[pg 300] +Or hearing now his bitter cry +Thou surely to his aid wouldst fly. +For love of me, a stealthy foe +Thou choosest by his side to go, +And now thou longest that my lord +Should die, and wilt no help afford.” +Such were the words the lady said: +With angry fire my eyes were red. +With pale lips quivering in my rage +I hastened from the hermitage.” +He ceased; and frenzied by his pain +The son of Raghu spoke again: +“O brother, for thy fault I grieve, +The Maithil dame alone to leave. +Thou knowest that my arm is strong +To save me from the giant throng, +And yet couldst leave the cottage, spurred +To folly by her angry word. +For this thy deed I praise thee not,— +To leave her helpless in the cot, +And thus thy sacred charge forsake +For the wild words a woman spake. +Yea thou art all to blame herein, +And very grievous is thy sin. +That anger swayed thy faithless breast +And made thee false to my behest. +An arrow speeding from my bow +Has laid the treacherous giant low, +Who lured me eager for the chase +Far from my hermit dwelling-place. +The string with easy hand I drew, +The arrow as in pastime flew, +The wounded quarry bled. +The borrowed form was cast away, +Before mine eye a giant lay +With bright gold braceleted. +My arrow smote him in the chest: +The giant by the pain distressed +Raised his loud voice on high. +Far rang the mournful sound: mine own, +It seemed, were accent, voice, and tone, +They made thee leave my spouse alone +And to my rescue fly.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_255.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_255.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..09ebf536459e59041c23dd8c2b1405cf4138f2c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_255.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Canto LXII. Rama's Lament. + +As Rama sought his leafy cot +Through his left eye keen throbbings shot, +His wonted strength his frame forsook, +And all his body reeled and shook. +Still on those dreadful signs he thought,— +Sad omens with disaster fraught, +And from his troubled heart he cried, +“O, may no ill my spouse betide!” +Longing to gaze on Síta's face +He hastened to his dwelling-place, +Then sinking neath his misery's weight, +He looked and found it desolate. +Tossing his mighty arms on high +He sought her with an eager cry, +From spot to spot he wildly ran +Each corner of his home to scan. +He looked, but Síta was not there; +His cot was disolate and bare, +Like streamlet in the winter frost, +The glory of her lilies lost. +With leafy tears the sad trees wept +As a wild wind their branches swept. +Mourned bird and deer, and every flower +Drooped fainting round the lonely bower. +The silvan deities had fled +The spot where all the light was dead, +Where hermit coats of skin displayed, +And piles of sacred grass were laid. +He saw, and maddened by his pain +Cried in lament again, again: +“Where is she, dead or torn away, +Lost, or some hungry giant's prey? +Or did my darling chance to rove +For fruit and blossoms though the grove? +Or has she sought the pool or rill, +Her pitcher from the wave to fill?” +His eager eyes on fire with pain +He roamed about with maddened brain. +Each grove and glade he searched with care, +He sought, but found no Síta there. +He wildly rushed from hill to hill; +From tree to tree, from rill to rill, +As bitter woe his bosom rent +Still Rama roamed with fond lament: +“O sweet Kadamba say has she +Who loved thy bloom been seen by thee? +If thou have seen her face most fair, +Say, gentle tree, I pray thee, where. +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? +O Arjun, say, where is she now +Who loved to touch thy scented bough? +Do not thy graceful friend forget, +But tell me, is she living yet? +Speak, Basil, thou must surely know, +For like her limbs thy branches show,— +Most lovely in thy fair array +Of twining plant and tender spray. +Sweet Tila, fairest of the trees, +Melodious with the hum of bees, +Where is my darling Síta, tell,— +The dame who loved thy flowers so well? +Aśoka, act thy gentle part,— +Named Heartsease,507 give me what thou art, +To these sad eyes my darling show +And free me from this load of woe. +O Palm, in rich ripe fruitage dressed +Round as the beauties of her breast, +[pg 301] +If thou have heart to know and feel, +My peerless consort's fate reveal. +Hast thou, Rose-apple, chanced to view +My darling bright with golden hue? +If thou have seen her quickly speak, +Where is the dame I wildly seek? +O glorious Cassia, thou art gay +With all thy loveliest bloom to-day, +Where is my dear who loved to hold +In her full lap thy flowery gold?” +To many a tree and plant beside, +To Jasmin, Mango, Sal, he cried. +“Say, hast thou seen, O gentle deer, +The fawn-eyed Síta wandering here? +It may be that my love has strayed +To sport with fawns beneath the shade, +If thou, great elephant, have seen +My darling of the lovely mien, +Whose rounded limbs are soft and fine +As is that lissome trunk of thine, +O noblest of wild creatures, show +Where is the dame thou needs must know. +O tiger, hast thou chanced to see +My darling? very fair is she, +Cast all thy fear away, declare, +Where is my moon-faced darling, where? +There, darling of the lotus eye, +I see thee, and 'tis vain to fly, +Wilt thou not speak, dear love? I see +Thy form half hidden by the tree. +Stay if thou love me, Síta, stay +In pity cease thy heartless play. +Why mock me now? thy gentle breast +Was never prone to cruel jest. +'Tis vain behind yon bush to steal: +Thy shimmering silks thy path reveal. +Fly not, mine eyes pursue thy way; +For pity's sake, dear Síta, stay. +Ah me, ah me, my words are vain; +My gentle love is lost or slain. +How could her tender bosom spurn +Her husband on his home-return? +Ah no, my love is surely dead, +Fierce giants on her flesh have fed, +Rending the soft limbs of their prey +When I her lord was far away. +That moon-bright face, that polished brow, +Red lips, bright teeth—what are they now? +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. +Alas, 'twas vain those arms to raise +Soft as the young tree's tender sprays. +Ah, dainty meal for giants' lips +Were arms and quivering finger tips. +Ah, she who counted many a friend +Was left for fiends to seize and rend, +Was left by me without defence +From ravening giants' violence. +O Lakshman of the arm of might, +Say, is my darling love in sight? +O dearest Síta. where art thou? +Where is my darling consort now?” +Thus as he cried in wild lament +From grove to grove the mourner went, +Here for a moment sank to rest, +Then started up and onward pressed. +Thus roaming on like one distraught +Still for his vanished love he sought, +He searched in wood and hill and glade, +By rock and brook and wild cascade. +Through groves with restless step he sped +And left no spot unvisited. +Through lawns and woods of vast extent +Still searching for his love he went +With eager steps and fast. +For many a weary hour he toiled, +Still in his fond endeavour foiled, +Yet hoping to the last. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_256.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_256.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..86a67f76dc8e551df17306f310b4f27255ca3259 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_256.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto LXIII. Rama's Lament. + +When all the toil and search was vain +He sought his leafy home again. +'Twas empty still: all scattered lay +The seats of grass in disarray. +He raised his shapely arms on high +And spoke aloud with bitter cry: +“Where is the Maithil dame?” he said, +“O, whither has my darling fled? +Who can have borne away my dame, +Or feasted on her tender frame? +If, Síta hidden by some tree, +Thou joyest still to mock at me, +Cease, cease thy cruel sport, and take +Compassion, or my heart will break. +Bethink thee, love, the gentle fawns +With whom thou playest on the lawns, +Impatient for thy coming wait +With streaming eyes disconsolate. +Reft of my love, I needs must go +Hence to the shades weighed down by woe. +The king our sire will see me there, +And cry, “O perjured Rama, where, +Where is thy faith, that thou canst speed +From exile ere the time decreed?” +Ah Síta, whither hast thou fled +And left me here disquieted, +A hapless mourner, reft of hope, +Too feeble with my woe to cope? +E'en thus indignant Glory flies +The wretch who stains his soul with lies. +If thou, my love, art lost to view, +I in my woe must perish too.” +Thus Rama by his grief distraught +Wept for the wife he vainly sought, +And Lakshman whose fraternal breast +Longed for his weal, the chief addressed +[pg 302] +Whose soul gave way beneath the pain +When all his eager search was vain, +Like some great elephant who stands +Sinking upon the treacherous sands: +“Not yet, O wisest chief, despair; +Renew thy toil with utmost care. +This noble hill where trees are green +Has many a cave and dark ravine. +The Maithil lady day by day +Delighted in the woods to stray, +Deep in the grove she wanders still, +Or walks by blossom-covered rill, +Or fish-loved river stealing through +Tall clusters of the dark bamboo. +Or else the dame with arch design +To prove thy mood, O Prince, and mine, +Far in some sheltering thicket lies +To frighten ere she meet our eyes. +Then come, renew thy labour, trace +The lady to her lurking-place, +And search the wood from side to side +To know where Síta loves to bide. +Collect thy thoughts, O royal chief, +Nor yield to unavailing grief.” +Thus Lakshman, by attention stirred, +To fresh attempts his brother spurred, +And Rama, as he ceased, began +With Lakshman's aid each spot to scan. +In eager search their way they took +Through wood, o'er hill, by pool and brook, +They roamed each mount, nor spared to seek +On ridge and crag and towering peak. +They sought the dame in every spot; +But all in vain; they found her not. +Above, below, on every side +They ranged the hill, and Rama cried, +“O Lakshman, O my brother still +No trace of Síta on the hill!” +Then Lakshman as he roamed the wood +Beside his glorious brother stood, +And while fierce grief his bosom burned +This answer to the chief returned: +“Thou, Rama, after toil and pain +Wilt meet the Maithil dame again, +As Vishnu, Bali's might subdued, +His empire of the earth renewed.”508 +Then Rama cried in mournful tone, +His spirit by his woe o'erthrown; +“The wood is searched from side to side, +No distant spot remains untried, +No lilied pool, no streamlet where +The lotus buds are fresh and fair. +Our eyes have searched the hill with all +His caves and every waterfall,— +But ah, not yet I find my wife, +More precious than the breath of life.” +As thus he mourned his vanished dame +A mighty trembling seized his frame, +And by o'erpowering grief assailed, +His troubled senses reeled and failed. +Too great to bear his misery grew, +And many a long hot sigh he drew, +Then as he wept and sobbed and sighed, +“O Síta, O my love!” he cried. +Then Lakshman, joining palm to palm, +Tried every art his woe to calm. +But Rama in his anguish heard +Or heeded not one soothing word, +Still for his spouse he mourned, and shrill +Rang out his lamentation still. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_257.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_257.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b5a6bf4232f585da4cb06641ff558b2f7cda022b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_257.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto LXIV. Rama's Lament. + +Thus for his wife in vain he sought: +Then, his sad soul with pain distraught, +The hero of the lotus eyes +Filled all the air with frantic cries. +O'erpowered by love's strong influence, he +His absent wife still seemed to see, +And thus with accents weak and faint +Renewed with tears his wild complaint: +“Thou, fairer than their bloom, my spouse, +Art hidden by Aśoka boughs. +Those blooms have power to banish care, +But now they drive me to despair. +Thine arms are like the plantain's stem: +Why let the plantain cover them? +Thou art not hidden, love; thy feet +Betray thee in thy dark retreat. +Thou runnest in thy girlish sport +To flowery trees, thy dear resort. +But cease, O cease, my love, I pray, +To vex me with thy cruel play. +Such mockery in a holy spot +Where hermits dwell beseems thee not. +Ah, now I see thy fickle mind +To scornful mood too much inclined, +Come, large-eyed beauty, I implore; +Lone is the cot so dear before. +No, she is slain by giants; they +Have stolen or devoured their prey, +Or surely at my mournful cry +My darling to her lord would fly. +O Lakshman, see those troops of deer: +In each sad eye there gleams a tear. +Those looks of woe too clearly say +My consort is the giants' prey. +O noblest, fairest of the fair, +Where art thou, best of women, where? +This day will dark Kaikeyí find +Fresh triumph for her evil mind, +When I, who with my Síta came +Return alone, without my dame. +But ne'er can I return to see +Those chambers where my queen should be +And hear the scornful people speak +[pg 303] +Of Rama as a coward weak. +For mine will be the coward's shame +Who let the foeman steal his dame. +How can I seek my home, or brook +Upon Videha's king to look? +How listen, when he bids me tell, +My wanderings o'er, that all is well? +He, when I meet his eager view, +Will mark that Síta comes not too, +And when he hears the mournful tale +His wildered sense will reel and fail. +“O Daśaratha” will he cry, +“Blest in thy mansion in the sky!” +Ne'er to that town my steps shall bend, +That town which Bharat's arms defend, +For e'en the blessed homes above +Would seem a waste without my love. +Leave me, my brother, here, I pray; +To fair Ayodhya bend thy way. +Without my love I cannot bear +To live one hour in blank despair. +Round Bharat's neck thy fond arms twine, +And greet him with these words of mine: +“Dear brother, still the power retain, +And o'er the land as monarch reign.” +With salutation next incline +Before thy mother, his, and mine. +Still, brother, to my words attend, +And with all care each dame befriend. +To my dear mother's ear relate +My mournful tale and Síta's fate.” +Thus Rama gave his sorrow vent, +And from a heart which anguish rent, +Mourned for his wife in loud lament,— +Her of the glorious hair, +From Lakshman's cheek the colour fled, +And o'er his heart came sudden dread, +Sick, faint, and sore disquieted +By woe too great to bear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_258.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_258.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..168a807599982a74eb2b023c3cd070de881ec81b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_258.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ +Canto LXV. Rama's Wrath. + +Reft of his love, the royal chief, +Weighed down beneath his whelming grief, +Desponding made his brother share +His grievous burden of despair. +Over his sinking bosom rolled +The flood of sorrow uncontrolled. +And as he wept and sighed, +In mournful accents faint and slow +With words congenial to his woe, +To Lakshman thus he cried: +“Brother, I ween, beneath the sun, +Of all mankind there lives not one +So full of sin, whose hand has done +Such cursed deeds as mine. +For my sad heart with misery bleeds, +As, guerdon of those evil deeds, +Still greater woe to woe succeeds +In never-ending line. +A life of sin I freely chose, +And from my past transgression flows +A ceaseless flood of bitter woes +My folly to repay. +The fruit of sin has ripened fast, +Through many a sorrow have I passed, +And now the crowning grief at last +Falls on my head to-day. +From all my faithful friends I fled, +My sire is numbered with the dead, +My royal rank is forfeited, +My mother far away. +These woes on which I sadly think +Fill, till it raves above the brink, +The stream of grief in which I sink,— +The flood which naught can stay. +Ne'er, brother, ne'er have I complained; +Though long by toil and trouble pained, +Without a murmur I sustained +The woes of woodland life. +But fiercer than the flames that rise +When crackling wood the food supplies,— +Flashing a glow through evening skies,— +This sorrow for my wife. +Some cruel fiend has seized the prey +And torn my trembling love away, +While, as he bore her through the skies, +She shrieked aloud with frantic cries, +In tones of fear which, wild and shrill, +Retained their native sweetness still. +Ah me, that breast so soft and sweet, +For sandal's precious perfume meet, +Now all detained with dust and gore, +Shall meet my fond caress no more. +That face, whose lips with tones so clear +Made pleasant music, sweet to hear,— +With soft locks plaited o'er the brow,— +Some giant's hand is on it now. +It smiles not, as the dear light fails +When Rahu's jaw the moon assails. +Ah, my true love! that shapely neck +She loved with fairest chains to deck, +The cruel demons rend, and drain +The lifeblood from each mangled vein. +Ah, when the savage monsters came +And dragged away the helpless dame, +The lady of the long soft eye +Called like a lamb with piteous cry. +Beneath this rock, O Lakshman, see, +My peerless consort sat with me, +And gently talked to thee the while, +Her sweet lips opening with a smile. +Here is that fairest stream which she +Loved ever, bright Godavarí. +Ne'er can the dame have passed this way: +So far alone she would not stray, +Nor has my darling, lotus-eyed, +Sought lilies by the river's side, +For without me she ne'er would go +[pg 304] +To streamlets where the wild flowers grow, +Tell me not, brother, she has strayed +To the dark forest's distant shade +Where blooming boughs are gay and sweet, +And bright birds love the cool retreat. +Alone my love would never dare,— +My timid love,—to wander there. +O Lord of Day whose eye sees all +We act and plan, on thee I call: +For naught is hidden from thy sight,— +Great witness thou of wrong and right. +Where is she, lost or torn away? +Dispel my torturing doubt and say. +And O thou Wind who blowest free, +The worlds have naught concealed from thee. +List to my prayer, reveal one trace +Of her, the glory of her race. +Say, is she stolen hence, or dead, +Or do her feet the forest tread?” +Thus with disordered senses, faint +With woe he poured his sad complaint, +And then, a better way to teach, +Wise Lakshman spoke in seemly speech: +“Up, brother dear, thy grief subdue, +With heart and soul thy search renew. +When woes oppress and dangers threat +Brave effort ne'er was fruitless yet.” +He spoke, but Rama gave no heed +To valiant Lakshman's prudent rede. +With double force the flood of pain +Rushed o'er his yielding soul again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_259.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_259.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0ae8c9ea6b01f75385a0aef9904af8674dd6f90a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_259.txt @@ -0,0 +1,288 @@ +Canto LXVI. Lakshman's Speech. + +With piteous voice, by woe subdued, +Thus Raghu's son his speech renewed: +“Thy steps, my brother, quickly turn +To bright Godavarí and learn +If Síta to the stream have hied +To cull the lilies on its side.” +Obedient to the words he said, +His brother to the river sped. +The shelving banks he searched in vain, +And then to Rama turned again. +“I searched, but found her not,” he cried; +“I called aloud, but none replied. +Where can the Maithil lady stray, +Whose sight would chase our cares away? +I know not where, her steps untraced, +Roams Síta of the dainty waist.” +When Rama heard the words he spoke +Again he sank beneath the stroke, +And with a bosom anguish-fraught +Himself the lovely river sought. +There standing on the shelving side, +“O Síta, where art thou?” he cried. +No spirit voice an answer gave, +No murmur from the trembling wave +Of sweet Godavarí declared +The outrage which the fiend had dared. +“O speak!” the pitying spirits cried, +But yet the stream their prayer denied, +Nor dared she, coldly mute, relate +To the sad chief his darling's fate +Of Ravan's awful form she thought, +And the dire deed his arm had wrought, +And still withheld by fear dismayed, +The tale for which the mourner prayed. +When hope was none, his heart to cheer, +That the bright stream his cry would hear +While sorrow for his darling tore +His longing soul he spake once more: +“Though I have sought with tears and sighs +Godarvarí no word replies, +O say, what answer can I frame +To Janak, father of my dame? +Or how before her mother stand +Leading no Síta by the hand? +Where is my loyal love who went +Forth with her lord to banishment? +Her faith to me she nobly held +Though from my realm and home expelled,— +A hermit, nursed on woodland fare,— +She followed still and soothed my care. +Of all my friends am I bereft, +Nor is my faithful consort left. +How slowly will the long nights creep +While comfortless I wake and weep! +O, if my wife may yet be found, +With humble love I'll wander round +This Janasthan, Praśravan's hill, +Mandakiní's delightful rill. +See how the deer with gentle eyes +Look on my face and sympathize. +I mark their soft expression: each +Would soothe me, if it could, with speech.” +A while the anxious throng he eyed. +And “Where is Síta, where?” he cried. +Thus while hot tears his utterance broke +The mourning son of Raghu spoke. +The deer in pity for his woes +Obeyed the summons and arose. +Upon his right thy stood, and raised +Their sad eyes up to heaven and gazed +Each to that quarter bent her look +Which Ravan with his captive took. +Then Raghu's son again they viewed, +And toward that point their way pursued. +Then Lakshman watched their looks intent +As moaning on their way they went, +And marked each sign which struck his sense +With mute expressive influence, +Then as again his sorrow woke +Thus to his brother chief he spoke: +“Those deer thy eager question heard +[pg 305] +And rose at once by pity stirred: +See, in thy search their aid they lend, +See, to the south their looks they bend. +Arise, dear brother, let us go +The way their eager glances show, +If haply sign or trace descried +Our footsteps in the search may guide.” +The son of Raghu gave assent, +And quickly to the south they went; +With eager eyes the earth he scanned, +And Lakshman followed close at hand. +As each to other spake his thought, +And round with anxious glances sought, +Scattered before them in the way, +Blooms of a fallen garland lay. +When Rama saw that flowery rain +He spoke once more with bitterest pain: +“O Lakshman every flower that lies +Here on the ground I recognize. +I culled them in the grove, and there +My darling twined them in her hair. +The sun, the earth, the genial breeze +Have spared these flowers my soul to please.” +Then to that woody hill he prayed, +Whence flashed afar each wild cascade: +“O best of mountains, hast thou seen +A dame of perfect form and mien +In some sweet spot with trees o'ergrown,— +My darling whom I left alone?” +Then as a lion threats a deer +He thundered with a voice of fear: +“Reveal her, mountain, to my view +With golden limbs and golden hue. +Where is my darling Síta? speak +Before I rend thee peak from peak.” +The mountain seemed her track to show, +But told not all he sought to know. +Then Daśaratha's son renewed +His summons as the mount he viewed: +“Soon as my flaming arrows fly, +Consumed to ashes shall thou lie +Without a herb or bud or tree, +And birds no more shall dwell in thee. +And if this stream my prayer deny, +My wrath this day her flood shall dry, +Because she lends no aid to trace +My darling of the lotus face.” +Thus Rama spake as though his ire +Would scorch them with his glance of fire; +Then searching farther on the ground +The footprint of a fiend he found, +And small light traces here and there, +Where Síta in her great despair, +Shrieking for Rama's help, had fled +Before the giant's mighty tread. +His careful eye each trace surveyed +Which Síta and the fiend had made,— +The quivers and the broken bow +And ruined chariot of the foe,— +And told, distraught by fear and grief, +His tidings to his brother chief: +“O Lakshman, here,” he cried “behold +My Síta's earrings dropped with gold. +Here lie her garlands torn and rent, +Here lies each glittering ornament. +O look, the ground on every side +With blood-like drops of gold is dyed. +The fiends who wear each strange disguise +Have seized, I ween, the helpless prize. +My lady, by their hands o'erpowered, +Is slaughtered, mangled, and devoured. +Methinks two fearful giants came +And waged fierce battle for the dame. +Whose, Lakshman, was this mighty bow +With pearls and gems in glittering row? +Cast to the ground the fragments lie, +And still their glory charms the eye. +A bow so mighty sure was planned +For heavenly God or giant's hand. +Whose was this coat of golden mail +Which, though its lustre now is pale, +Shone like the sun of morning, bright +With studs of glittering lazulite? +Whose, Lakshman, was this bloom-wreathed shade +With all its hundred ribs displayed? +This screen, most meet for royal brow, +With broken staff lies useless now. +And these tall asses, goblin-faced, +With plates of golden harness graced, +Whose hideous forms are stained with gore +Who is the lord whose yoke they bore? +Whose was this pierced and broken car +That shoots a flame-like blaze afar? +Whose these spent shafts at random spread, +Each fearful with its iron head,— +With golden mountings fair to see, +Long as a chariot's axle-tree? +These quivers see, which, rent in twain, +Their sheaves of arrows still contain. +Whose was this driver? Dead and cold, +His hands the whip and reins still hold. +See, Lakshman, here the foot I trace +Of man, nay, one of giant race. +The hatred that I nursed of old +Grows mightier now a hundred fold +Against these giants, fierce of heart, +Who change their forms by magic art. +Slain, eaten by the giant press, +Or stolen is the votaress, +Nor could her virtue bring defence +To Síta seized and hurried hence. +O, if my love be slain or lost +All hope of bliss for me is crossed. +The power of all the worlds were vain +To bring one joy to soothe my pain. +The spirits with their blinded eyes +Would look in wonder, and despise +The Lord who made the worlds, the great +Creator when compassionate. +And so, I ween, the Immortals turn +Cold eyes upon me now, and spurn +[pg 306] +The weakling prompt at pity's call, +Devoted to the good of all. +But from this day behold me changed, +From every gentle grace estranged. +Now be it mine all life to slay, +And sweep these cursed fiends away. +As the great sun leaps up the sky, +And the cold moonbeams fade and die, +So vengeance rises in my breast, +One passion conquering all the rest. +Gandharvas in their radiant place, +The Yakshas, and the giant race, +Kinnars and men shall look in vain +For joy they ne'er shall see again. +The anguish of my great despair, +O Lakshman, fills the heaven and air; +And I in wrath all life will slay +Within the triple world to-day. +Unless the Gods in heaven who dwell +Restore my Síta safe and well, +I armed with all the fires of Fate, +The triple world will devastate. +The troubled stars from heaven shall fall, +The moon be wrapped in gloomy pall, +The fire be quenched, the wind be stilled, +The radiant sun grow dark and chilled; +Crushed every mountain's towering pride, +And every lake and river dried, +Dead every creeper, plant, and tree, +And lost for aye the mighty sea. +Thou shalt the world this day behold +In wild disorder uncontrolled, +With dying life which naught defends +From the fierce storm my bowstring sends. +My shafts this day, for Síta's sake, +The life of every fiend shall take. +The Gods this day shall see the force +That wings my arrows on their course, +And mark how far that course is held, +By my unsparing wrath impelled. +No God, not one of Daitya strain, +Goblin or Rakshas shall remain. +My wrath shall end the worlds, and all +Demons and Gods therewith shall fall. +Each world which Gods, the Danav race, +And giants make their dwelling place, +Shall fall beneath my arrows sent +In fury when my bow is bent. +The arrows loosened from my string +Confusion on the worlds shall bring. +For she is lost or breathes no more, +Nor will the Gods my love restore. +Hence all on earth with life and breath +This day I dedicate to death. +All, till my darling they reveal, +The fury of my shafts shall feel.” +Thus as he spake by rage impelled, +Red grew his eyes, his fierce lips swelled. +His bark coat round his form he drew +And coiled his hermit braids anew, +Like Rudra when he yearned to slay +The demon Tripur509 in the fray. +So looked the hero brave and wise, +The fury flashing from his eyes. +Then Rama, conqueror of the foe, +From Lakshman's hand received his bow, +Strained the great string, and laid thereon +A deadly dart that flashed and shone, +And spake these words as fierce in ire +As He who ends the worlds with fire: +“As age and time and death and fate +All life with checkless power await, +So Lakshman in my wrath to-day +My vengeful might shall brook no stay, +Unless this day I see my dame +In whose sweet form is naught to blame,— +Yea, as before, my love behold +Fair with bright teeth and perfect mould, +This world shall feel a deadly blow +Destroyed with ruthless overthrow, +And serpent lords and Gods of air, +Gandharvas, men, the doom shall share.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_26.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_26.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d851d954899de8b57b56d75cc7c7780188e788d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_26.txt @@ -0,0 +1,129 @@ +Canto XXVII. The Birth Of Tadaka. + +When the fair light of morning rose +The princely tamers of their foes +Followed, his morning worship o'er, +The hermit to the river's shore. +The high-souled men with thoughtful care +A pretty barge had stationed there. +All cried, “O lord, this barge ascend, +And with thy princely followers bend +To yonder side thy prosperous way +With naught to check thee or delay.” +Nor did the saint their rede reject: +He bade farewell with due respect, +And crossed, attended by the twain, +That river rushing to the main. +When now the bark was half way o'er, +Rama and Lakshman heard the roar, +That louder grew and louder yet, +Of waves by dashing waters met. +Then Rama asked the mighty seer: +“What is the tumult that I hear +Of waters cleft in mid career?” +Soon as the speech of Rama, stirred +By deep desire to know, he heard, +The pious saint began to tell +What paused the waters' roar and swell: +“On high Kailasa's distant hill +There lies a noble lake +Whose waters, born from Brahma's will, +The name of Manas158 take. +Thence, hallowing where'er they flow, +The streams of Sarjú fall, +And wandering through the plains below +Embrace Ayodhya's wall. +Still, still preserved in Sarjú's name +Sarovar's159 fame we trace. +The flood of Brahma whence she came +To run her holy race. +To meet great Ganga here she hies +With tributary wave: +Hence the loud roar ye hear arise, +Of floods that swell and rave. +Here, pride of Raghu's line, do thou +In humble adoration bow.” +He spoke. The princes both obeyed, +And reverence to each river paid.160 +They reached the southern shore at last, +And gaily on their journey passed. +A little space beyond there stood +A gloomy awe-inspiring wood. +The monarch's noble son began +To question thus the holy man: +“Whose gloomy forest meets mine eye +Like some vast cloud that fills the sky? +Pathless and dark it seems to be, +Where birds in thousands wander free; +Where shrill cicadas' cries resound, +[pg 039] +And fowl of dismal note abound. +Lion, rhinoceros, and bear, +Boar, tiger, elephant, are there, +There shrubs and thorns run wild: +Dhao, Sal, Bignonia, Bel,161 are found, +And every tree that grows on ground. +How is the forest styled?” +The glorious saint this answer made: +“Dear child of Raghu, hear +Who dwells within the horrid shade +That looks so dark and drear. +Where now is wood, long ere this day +Two broad and fertile lands, +Malaja and Karúsha lay, +Adorned by heavenly hands. +Here, mourning friendship's broken ties, +Lord Indra of the thousand eyes +Hungered and sorrowed many a day, +His brightness soiled with mud and clay, +When in a storm of passion he +Had slain his dear friend Namuchi. +Then came the Gods and saints who bore +Their golden pitchers brimming o'er +With holy streams that banish stain, +And bathed Lord Indra pure again. +When in this land the God was freed +From spot and stain of impious deed +For that his own dear friend he slew, +High transport thrilled his bosom through. +Then in his joy the lands he blessed, +And gave a boon they long possessed: +“Because these fertile lands retain +The washings of the blot and stain,” +'Twas thus Lord Indra sware, +“Malaja and Karúsha's name +Shall celebrate with deathless fame +My malady and care.”162 +“So be it,” all the Immortals cried, +When Indra's speech they heard, +And with acclaim they ratified +The names his lips conferred. +Long time, O victor of thy foes, +These happy lands had sweet repose, +And higher still in fortune rose. +At length a spirit, loving ill, +Taḍaka, wearing shapes at will, +Whose mighty strength, exceeding vast, +A thousand elephants, surpassed, +Was to fierce Sunda, lord and head +Of all the demon armies, wed. +From her, Lord Indra's peer in might +Giant Marícha sprang to light: +And she, a constant plague and pest, +These two fair realms has long distressed. +Now dwelling in her dark abode +A league away she bars the road: +And we, O Rama, hence must go +Where lies the forest of the foe. +Now on thine own right arm rely, +And my command obey: +Smite the foul monster that she die, +And take the plague away. +To reach this country none may dare +Fallen from its old estate, +Which she, whose fury naught can bear, +Has left so desolate. +And now my truthful tale is told +How with accursed sway +The spirit plagued this wood of old, +And ceases not to-day.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_260.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_260.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dde3346b04a5897cc4c2396063fc4fca2a9f0846 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_260.txt @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +Canto LXVII. Rama Appeased. + +He stood incensed with eyes of flame, +Still mourning for his ravished dame, +Determined, like the fire of Fate, +To leave the wide world desolate. +His ready bow the hero eyed, +And as again, again he sighed, +The triple world would fain consume +Like Hara510 in the day of doom. +Then Lakshman moved with sorrow viewed +His brother in unwonted mood, +And reverent palm to palm applied, +Thus spoke with lips which terror dried +“Thy heart was ever soft and kind, +To every creature's good inclined. +Cast not thy tender mood away, +Nor yield to anger's mastering sway. +The moon for gentle grace is known, +The sun has splendour all his own, +The restless wind is free and fast, +And earth in patience unsurpassed. +So glory with her noble fruit +Is thine eternal attribute. +O, let not, for the sin of one, +The triple world be all undone. +I know not whose this car that lies +In fragments here before our eyes, +Nor who the chiefs who met and fought, +Nor what the prize the foemen sought; +Who marked the ground with hoof and wheel, +[pg 307] +Or whose the hand that plied the steel +Which left this spot, the battle o'er, +Thus sadly dyed with drops of gore. +Searching with utmost care I view +The signs of one and not of two. +Where'er I turn mine eyes I trace +No mighty host about the place. +Then mete not out for one offence +This all-involving recompense. +For kings should use the sword they bear, +But mild in time should learn to spare, +Thou, ever moved by misery's call, +Wast the great hope and stay of all. +Throughout this world who would not blame +This outrage on thy ravished dame? +Gandharvas, Danavs, Gods, the trees, +The rocks, the rivers, and the seas, +Can ne'er in aught thy soul offend, +As one whom holiest rites befriend. +But him who dared to steal the dame +Pursue, O King, with ceaseless aim, +With me, the hermits' holy band, +And thy great bow to arm thy hand +By every mighty flood we'll seek, +Each wood, each hill from base to peak. +To the fair homes of Gods we'll fly, +And bright Gandharvas in the sky, +Until we reach, where'er he be, +The wretch who stole thy spouse from thee. +Then if the Gods will not restore +Thy Síta when the search is o'er, +Then, royal lord of Kośal's land, +No longer hold thy vengeful hand. +If meekness, prayer, and right be weak +To bring thee back the dame we seek, +Up, brother, with a deadly shower +Of gold-bright shafts thy foes o'erpower, +Fierce as the flashing levin sent +From King Mahendra's firmament. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_261.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_261.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..292760def6ff8c6a366b8ee27338f8db3d7fe5eb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_261.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto LXVIII. Jatayus. + +As Rama, pierced by sorrow's sting, +Lamented like a helpless thing, +And by his mighty woe distraught +Was lost in maze of troubled thought, +Sumitra's son with loving care +Consoled him in his wild despair, +And while his feet he gently pressed +With words like these the chief addressed: +“For sternest vow and noblest deed +Was Daśaratha blessed with seed. +Thee for his son the king obtained, +Like Amrit by the Gods regained. +Thy gentle graces won his heart, +And all too weak to live apart +The monarch died, as Bharat told, +And lives on high mid Gods enrolled. +If thou, O Rama, wilt not bear +This grief which fills thee with despair, +How shall a weaker man e'er hope, +Infirm and mean, with woe to cope? +Take heart, I pray thee, noblest chief: +What man who breathes is free from grief? +Misfortunes come and burn like flame, +Then fly as quickly as they came. +Yayati son of Nahush reigned +With Indra on the throne he gained. +But falling for a light offence +He mourned a while the consequence. +Vaśishṭha, reverend saint and sage, +Priest of our sire from youth to age, +Begot a hundred sons, but they +Were smitten in a single day.511 +And she, the queen whom all revere, +The mother whom we hold so dear, +The earth herself not seldom feels +Fierce fever when she shakes and reels. +And those twin lights, the world's great eyes, +On which the universe relies,— +Does not eclipse at times assail +Their brilliance till their fires grow pale? +The mighty Powers, the Immortal Blest +Bend to a law which none contest. +No God, no bodied life is free +From conquering Fate's supreme decree. +E'en Śakra's self must reap the meed +Of virtue and of sinful deed. +And O great lord of men, wilt thou +Helpless beneath thy misery bow? +No, if thy dame be lost or dead, +O hero, still be comforted, +Nor yield for ever to thy woe +O'ermastered like the mean and low. +Thy peers, with keen far-reaching eyes, +Spend not their hours in ceaseless sighs; +In dire distress, in whelming ill +Their manly looks are hopeful still. +To this, great chief, thy reason bend, +And earnestly the truth perpend. +By reason's aid the wisest learn +The good and evil to discern. +With sin and goodness scarcely known +Faint light by chequered lives is shown; +Without some clear undoubted deed +We mark not how the fruits succeed. +In time of old, O thou most brave, +To me thy lips such counsel gave. +Vṛihaspati512 can scarcely find +New wisdom to instruct thy mind. +For thine is wit and genius high +Meet for the children of the sky. +I rouse that heart benumbed by pain +And call to vigorous life again. +Be manly godlike vigour shown; +Put forth that noblest strength, thine own. +[pg 308] +Strive, best of old Ikshvaku's strain, +Strive till the conquered foe be slain. +Where is the profit or the joy +If thy fierce rage the worlds destroy? +Search till thou find the guilty foe, +Then let thy hand no mercy show.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_262.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_262.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2ebb9224a9a2f7bb4c82a8c965a81aa68e2a7c4d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_262.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +Canto LXIX. The Death Of Jatayus. + +Thus faithful Lakshman strove to cheer +The prince with counsel wise and clear. +Who, prompt to seize the pith of all, +Let not that wisdom idly fall. +With vigorous effort he restrained +The passion in his breast that reigned, +And leaning on his bow for rest +His brother Lakshman thus addressed: +“How shall we labour now, reflect; +Whither again our search direct? +Brother, what plan canst thou devise +To bring her to these longing eyes?” +To him by toil and sorrow tried +The prudent Lakshman thus replied: +“Come, though our labour yet be vain, +And search through Janasthan again,— +A realm where giant foes abound, +And trees and creepers hide the ground. +For there are caverns deep and dread, +By deer and wild birds tenanted, +And hills with many a dark abyss, +Grotto and rock and precipice. +There bright Gandharvas love to dwell, +And Kinnars in each bosky dell. +With me thy eager search to aid +Be every hill and cave surveyed. +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.” +Then Rama, pierced by anger's sting, +Laid a keen arrow on his string, +And by the faithful Lakshman's side +Roamed through the forest far and wide. +Jaṭayus there with blood-drops dyed, +Lying upon the ground he spied, +Huge as a mountain's shattered crest, +Mid all the birds of air the best. +In wrath the mighty bird he eyed, +And thus the chief to Lakshman cried: +“Ah me, these signs the truth betray; +My darling was the vulture's prey. +Some demon in the bird's disguise +Roams through the wood that round us lies. +On large-eyed Síta he has fed, +And rests him now with wings outspread. +But my keen shafts whose flight is true, +Shall pierce the ravenous monster through.” +An arrow on the string he laid, +And rushing near the bird surveyed, +While earth to ocean's distant side +Trembled beneath his furious stride. +With blood and froth on neck and beak +The dying bird essayed to speak, +And with a piteous voice, distressed, +Thus Daśaratha's son addressed: +“She whom like some sweet herb of grace +Thou seekest in this lonely place, +Fair lady, is fierce Ravan's prey, +Who took, beside, my life away. +Lakshman and thou had parted hence +And left the dame without defence. +I saw her swiftly borne away +By Ravan's might which none could stay. +I hurried to the lady's aid, +I crushed his car and royal shade, +And putting forth my warlike might +Hurled Ravan to the earth in fight. +Here, Rama, lies his broken bow, +Here lie the arrows of the foe. +There on the ground before thee are +The fragments of his battle car. +There bleeds the driver whom my wings +Beat down with ceaseless buffetings. +When toil my aged strength subdued, +His sword my weary pinions hewed. +Then lifting up the dame he bare +His captive through the fields of air. +Thy vengeful blows from me restrain, +Already by the giant slain.” +When Rama heard the vulture tell +The tale that proved his love so well, +His bow upon the ground he placed, +And tenderly the bird embraced: +Then to the earth he fell o'erpowered, +And burning tears both brothers showered, +For double pain and anguish pressed +Upon the patient hero's breast. +The solitary bird he eyed +Who in the lone wood gasped and sighed, +And as again his anguish woke +Thus Rama to his brother spoke: +“Expelled from power the woods I tread, +My spouse is lost, the bird is dead. +A fate so sad, I ween, would tame +The vigour of the glorious flame. +If I to cool my fever tried +To cross the deep from side to side, +The sea,—so hard my fate,—would dry +His waters as my feet came nigh. +In all this world there lives not one +So cursed as I beneath the sun; +So strong a net of misery cast +Around me holds the captive fast, +Best of all birds that play the wing, +Loved, honoured by our sire the king, +The vulture, in my fate enwound, +Lies bleeding, dying on the ground.” +Then Rama and his brother stirred +[pg 309] +By pity mourned the royal bird, +And, as their hands his limbs caressed, +Affection for a sire expressed. +And Rama to his bosom strained +The bird with mangled wings distained, +With crimson blood-drops dyed. +He fell, and shedding many a tear, +“Where is my spouse than life more dear? +Where is my love?” he cried. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_263.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_263.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a56b85248942f2ed9d3dc8d52ba1618e2110a04d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_263.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Canto LXX. Kabandha. + +As Rama viewed with heart-felt pain +The vulture whom the fiend had slain, +In words with tender love impressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“This royal bird with faithful thought +For my advantage strove and fought. +Slain by the fiend in mortal strife +For me he yields his noble life. +See, Lakshman, how his wounds have bled; +His struggling breath will soon have fled. +Faint is his voice, and near to die, +He scarce can lift his trembling eye. +Jaṭayus, if thou still can speak, +Give, give the answer that I seek. +The fate of ravished Síta tell, +And how thy mournful chance befell. +Say why the giant stole my dame: +What have I done that he could blame? +What fault in me has Ravan seen +That he should rob me of my queen? +How looked the lady's moon-bright cheek? +What were the words she found to speak? +His strength, his might, his deeds declare: +And tell the form he loves to wear. +To all my questions make reply: +Where does the giant's dwelling lie?” +The noble bird his glances bent +On Rama as he made lament, +And in low accents faint and weak +With anguish thus began to speak: +“Fierce Ravan, king of giant race, +Stole Síta from thy dwelling-place. +He calls his magic art to aid +With wind and cloud and gloomy shade. +When in the fight my power was spent +My wearied wings he cleft and rent. +Then round the dame his arms he threw, +And to the southern region flew. +O Raghu's son, I gasp for breath, +My swimming sight is dim in death. +E'en now before my vision pass +Bright trees of gold with hair of grass, +The hour the impious robber chose +Brings on the thief a flood of woes. +The giant in his haste forgot +'Twas Vinda's hour,513 or heeded not. +Those robbed at such a time obtain +Their plundered store and wealth again. +He, like a fish that takes the bait, +In briefest time shall meet his fate. +Now be thy troubled heart controlled +And for thy lady's loss consoled, +For thou wilt slay the fiend in fight +And with thy dame have new delight.” +With senses clear, though sorely tried, +The royal vulture thus replied, +While as he sank beneath his pain +Forth rushed the tide of blood again. +“Him,514 brother of the Lord of Gold, +Viśravas' self begot of old.” +Thus spoke the bird, and stained with gore +Resigned the breath that came no more. +“Speak, speak again!” thus Rama cried, +With reverent palm to palm applied, +But from the frame the spirit fled +And to the skiey regions sped. +The breath of life had passed away. +Stretched on the ground the body lay. +When Rama saw the vulture lie, +Huge as a hill, with darksome eye, +With many a poignant woe distressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“Amid these haunted shades content +Full many a year this bird has spent. +His life in home of giants passed, +In Danḍak wood he dies at last. +The years in lengthened course have fled +Untroubled o'er the vulture's head, +And now he lies in death, for none +The stern decrees of Fate may shun. +See, Lakshman, how the vulture fell +While for my sake he battled well. +And strove to free with onset bold +My Síta from the giant's hold. +Supreme amid the vulture kind +His ancient rule the bird resigned, +And conquered in the fruitless strife +Gave for my sake his noble life. +O Lakshman, many a time we see +Great souls who keep the law's decree, +With whom the weak sure refuge find, +In creatures of inferior kind. +The loss of her, my darling queen, +Strikes with a pang less fiercely keen +Than now this slaughtered bird to see +Who nobly fought and died for me. +As Daśaratha, good and great, +Was glorious in his high estate, +Honoured by all, to all endeared, +So was this royal bird revered. +Bring fuel for the funeral rite: +These hands the solemn fire shall light +[pg 310] +And on the burning pyre shall lay +The bird who died for me to-day. +Now on the gathered wood shall lie +The lord of all the birds that fly, +And I will burn with honours due +My champion whom the giant slew. +O royal bird of noblest heart, +Graced with all funeral rites depart +To bright celestial seats above, +Rewarded for thy faithful love. +Dwell in thy happy home with those +Whose constant fires of worship rose. +Live blest amid the unyielding brave, +And those who land in largess gave.” +Sore grief upon his bosom weighed +As on the pyre the bird he laid, +And bade the kindled flame ascend +To burn the body of his friend. +Then with his brother by his side +The hero to the forest hied. +There many a stately deer he slew, +The flesh around the bird to strew. +The venison into balls he made, +And on fair grass before him laid. +Then that the parted soul might rise +And find free passage to the skies, +Each solemn word and text he said +Which Brahmans utter o'er the dead. +Then hastening went the princely pair +To bright Godavarí, and there +Libations of the stream they poured +In honour of the vulture lord, +With solemn ritual to the slain, +As scripture's holy texts ordain. +Thus offerings to the bird they gave +And bathed their bodies in the wave. +The vulture monarch having wrought +A hard and glorious feat, +Honoured by Rama sage in thought, +Soared to his blissful seat. +The brothers, when each rite was paid +To him of birds supreme, +Their hearts with new-found comfort stayed, +And turned them from the stream. +Like sovereigns of celestial race +Within the wood they came, +Each pondering the means to trace, +The captor of the dame. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_264.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_264.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ac66b03bd1b5e9dd91f0c64a6230ec0d7f9785cc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_264.txt @@ -0,0 +1,212 @@ +Canto LXXI. Kabandha's Speech. + +When every rite was duly paid +The princely brothers onward strayed, +And eager in the lady's quest +They turned their footsteps to the west. +Through lonely woods that round them lay +Ikshvaku's children made their way, +And armed with bow and shaft and brand +Pressed onward to the southern land. +Thick trees and shrubs and creepers grew +In the wild grove they hurried through. +'Twas dark and drear and hard to pass +For tangled thorns and matted grass. +Still onward with a southern course +They made their way with vigorous force, +And passing through the mazes stood +Beyond that vast and fearful wood. +With toil and hardship yet unspent +Three leagues from Janasthan they went, +And speeding on their way at last +Within the wood of Krauncha515 passed: +A fearful forest wild and black +As some huge pile of cloudy rack, +Filled with all birds and beasts, where grew +Bright blooms of every varied hue. +On Síta bending every thought +Through all the mighty wood they sought, +And at the lady's loss dismayed +Here for a while and there they stayed. +Then turning farther eastward they +Pursued three leagues their weary way, +Passed Krauncha's wood and reached the grove +Where elephants rejoiced to rove. +The chiefs that awful wood surveyed +Where deer and wild birds filled each glade, +Where scarce a step the foot could take +For tangled shrub and tree and brake. +There in a mountain's woody side +A cave the royal brothers spied, +With dread abysses deep as hell, +Where darkness never ceased to dwell. +When, pressing on, the lords of men +Stood near the entrance of the den, +They saw within the dark recess +A huge misshapen giantess; +A thing the timid heart that shook +With fearful shape and savage look. +Terrific fiend, her voice was fierce, +Long were her teeth to rend and pierce. +The monster gorged her horrid feast +Of flesh of many a savage beast, +While her long locks, at random flung, +Dishevelled o'er her shoulders hung. +Their eyes the royal brothers raised, +And on the fearful monster gazed. +Forth from her den she came and glanced +At Lakshman as he first advanced, +Her eager arms to hold him spread, +And “Come and be my love” she said, +Then as she held him to her breast, +The prince in words like these addressed: +“Behold thy treasure fond and fair: +Ayomukhi516 the name I bear. +[pg 311] +In thickets of each lofty hill, +On islets of each brook and rill, +With me delighted shalt thou play, +And live for many a lengthened day.” +Enraged he heard the monster woo; +His ready sword he swiftly drew, +And the sharp steel that quelled his foes +Cut through her breast and ear and nose. +Thus mangled by his vengeful sword +In rage and pain the demon roared, +And hideous with her awful face +Sped to her secret dwelling place. +Soon as the fiend had fled from sight, +The brothers, dauntless in their might, +Reached a wild forest dark and dread +Whose tangled ways were hard to tread. +Then bravest Lakshman, virtuous youth, +The friend of purity and truth, +With reverent palm to palm applied +Thus to his glorious brother cried: +“My arm presaging throbs amain, +My troubled heart is sick with pain, +And cheerless omens ill portend +Where'er my anxious eyes I bend. +Dear brother, hear my words: advance +Resolved and armed for every chance, +For every sign I mark to-day +Foretells a peril in the way. +This bird of most ill-omened note, +Loud screaming with discordant throat, +Announces with a warning cry +That strife and victory are nigh.” +Then as the chiefs their search pursued +Throughout the dreary solitude, +They heard amazed a mighty sound +That broke the very trees around, +As though a furious tempest passed +Crushing the wood beneath its blast. +Then Rama raised his trusty sword, +And both the hidden cause explored. +There stood before their wondering eyes +A fiend broad-chested, huge of size. +A vast misshapen trunk they saw +In height surpassing nature's law. +It stood before them dire and dread +Without a neck, without a head. +Tall as some hill aloft in air, +Its limbs were clothed with bristling hair, +And deep below the monster's waist +His vast misshapen mouth was placed. +His form was huge, his voice was loud +As some dark-tinted thunder cloud. +Forth from his ample chest there came +A brilliance as of gushing flame. +Beneath long lashes, dark and keen +The monster's single eye was seen. +Deep in his chest, long, fiercely bright, +It glittered with terrific light. +He swallowed down his savage fare +Of lion, bird, and slaughtered bear, +And with huge teeth exposed to view +O'er his great lips his tongue he drew. +His arms unshapely, vast and dread, +A league in length, he raised and spread. +He seized with monstrous hands a herd +Of deer and many a bear and bird. +Among them all he picked and chose, +Drew forward these, rejected those. +Before the princely pair he stood +Barring their passage through the wood. +A league of shade the chiefs had passed +When on the fiend their eyes they cast. +A monstrous shape without a head +With mighty arms before him spread, +They saw that hideous trunk appear +That struck the trembling eye with fear. +Then, stretching to their full extent +His awful arms with fingers bent, +Round Raghu's princely sons he cast +Each grasping limb and held them fast. +Though strong of arm and fierce in fight, +Each armed with bow and sword to smite, +The royal brothers, brave and bold, +Were helpless in the giant's hold. +Then Raghu's son, heroic still, +Felt not a pang his bosom thrill; +But young, with no protection near, +His brother's heart was sad with fear, +And thus with trembling tongue he said +To Rama, sore disquieted: +“Ah me, ah me, my days are told: +O see me in the giant's hold. +Fly, son of Raghu, swiftly flee, +And thy dear self from danger free. +Me to the fiend an offering give; +Fly at thine ease thyself and live. +Thou, great Kakutstha's son, I ween, +Wilt find ere long thy Maithil queen, +And when thou holdest, throned again, +Thine old hereditary reign, +With servants prompt to do thy will, +O think upon thy brother still.” +As thus the trembling Lakshman cried, +The dauntless Rama thus replied: +“Brother, from causeless dread forbear. +A chief like thee should scorn despair.” +He spoke to soothe his wild alarm: +Then fierce Kabandha517 long of arm, +Among the Danavs518 first and best, +The sons of Raghu thus addressed: +“What men are you, whose shoulders show +Broad as a bull's, with sword and bow, +Who roam this dark and horrid place, +Brought by your fate before my face? +Declare by what occasion led +These solitary wilds you tread, +With swords and bows and shafts to pierce, +[pg 312] +Like bulls whose horns are strong and fierce. +Why have you sought this forest land +Where wild with hunger's pangs I stand? +Now as your steps my path have crossed +Esteem your lives already lost.” +The royal brothers heard with dread +The words which fierce Kabandha said. +And Rama to his brother cried, +Whose cheek by blanching fear was dried: +“Alas, we fall, O valiant chief, +From sorrow into direr grief, +Still mourning her I hold so dear +We see our own destruction near. +Mark, brother, mark what power has time +O'er all that live, in every clime. +Now, lord of men, thyself and me +Involved in fatal danger see. +'Tis not, be sure, the might of Fate +That crushes all with deadly weight. +Ne'er can the brave and strong, who know +The use of spear and sword and bow, +The force of conquering time withstand, +But fall like barriers built of sand.” +Thus in calm strength which naught could shake +The son of Daśaratha spake, +With glory yet unstained +Upon Sumitra's son he bent +His eyes, and firm in his intent +His dauntless heart maintained. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_265.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_265.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5368fd8ac465d02a9e4cd1abe7c253c1e5409b9a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_265.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto LXXII. Kabandha's Tale. + +Kabandha saw each chieftain stand +Imprisoned by his mighty hand, +Which like a snare around him pressed +And thus the royal pair addressed: +“Why, warriors, are your glances bent +On me whom hungry pangs torment? +Why stand with wildered senses? Fate +Has brought you now my maw to sate.” +When Lakshman heard, a while appalled, +His ancient courage he recalled, +And to his brother by his side +With seasonable counsel cried: +“This vilest of the giant race +Will draw us to his side apace. +Come, rouse thee; let the vengeful sword +Smite off his arms, my honoured lord. +This awful giant, vast of size, +On his huge strength of arm relies, +And o'er the world victorious, thus +With mighty force would slaughter us. +But in cold blood to slay, O King, +Discredit on the brave would bring, +As when some victim in the rite +Shuns not the hand upraised to smite.” +The monstrous fiend, to anger stirred, +The converse of the brothers heard. +His horrid mouth he opened wide +And drew the princes to his side. +They, skilled due time and place to note +Unsheathed their glittering swords and smote, +Till from the giant's shoulders they +Had hewn the mighty arms away. +His trenchant falchion Rama plied +And smote him on the better side, +While valiant Lakshman on the left +The arm that held him prisoned cleft. +Then to the earth dismembered fell +The monster with a hideous yell, +And like a cloud's his deep roar went +Through earth and air and firmament. +Then as the giant's blood flowed fast, +On his cleft limbs his eye he cast, +And called upon the princely pair +Their names and lineage to declare. +Him then the noble Lakshman, blest +With fortune's favouring marks, addressed, +And told the fiend his brother's name +And the high blood of which he came: +“Ikshvaku's heir here Rama stands, +Illustrious through a hundred lands. +I, younger brother of the heir, +O fiend, the name of Lakshman bear. +His mother stole his realm away +And drove him forth in woods to stray. +Thus through the mighty forest he +Roamed with his royal wife and me. +While glorious as a God he made +His dwelling in the greenwood shade, +Some giant stole away his dame, +And seeking her we hither came. +But tell me who thou art, and why +With headless trunk that towered so high, +With flaming face beneath thy chest, +Thou liest crushed in wild unrest.” +He heard the words that Lakshman spoke, +And memory in his breast awoke, +Recalling Indra's words to mind +He spoke in gentle tones and kind: +“O welcome best of men, are ye +Whom, blest by fate, this day I see. +A blessing on each trenchant blade +That low on earth these arms has laid! +Thou, lord of men, incline thine ear +The story of my woe to hear, +While I the rebel pride declare +Which doomed me to the form I wear.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_266.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_266.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2d474dc0ed262c05ca3e7e2ded603dce7dac07f0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_266.txt @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +Canto LXXIII. Kabandha's Counsel. + +“Lord of the mighty arm, of yore +A shape transcending thought I wore, +And through the triple world's extent +My fame for might and valour went. +[pg 313] +Scarce might the sun and moon on high, +Scarce Śakra, with my beauty vie. +Then for a time this form I took, +And the great world with trembling shook. +The saints in forest shades who dwelt +The terror of my presence felt. +But once I stirred to furious rage +Great Sthúlaśiras, glorious sage. +Culling in woods his hermit food +My hideous shape with fear he viewed. +Then forth his words of anger burst +That bade me live a thing accursed: +“Thou, whose delight is others' pain, +This grisly form shalt still retain.” +Then when I prayed him to relent +And fix some term of punishment,— +Prayed that the curse at length might cease, +He bade me thus expect release: +“Let Rama cleave thine arms away +And on the pyre thy body lay, +And then shalt thou, set free from doom, +Thine own fair shape once more assume.” +O Lakshman, hear my words: in me +The world-illustrious Danu see. +By Indra's curse, subdued in fight, +I wear this form which scares the sight. +By sternest penance long maintained +The mighty Father's grace I gained. +When length of days the God bestowed, +With foolish pride my bosom glowed. +My life, of lengthened years assured, +I deemed from Śakra's might secured. +Let by my senseless pride astray +I challenged Indra to the fray. +A flaming bolt with many a knot +With his terrific arm he shot, +And straight my head and thighs compressed +Were buried in my bulky chest. +Deaf to each prayer and piteous call +He sent me not to Yama's hall. +“Thy prayers and cries,” he said “are vain: +The Father's word must true remain.” +“But how may lengthened life be spent +By one the bolt has torn and rent? +How can I live,” I cried, “unfed, +With shattered face and thighs and head?” +As thus I spoke his grace to crave, +Arms each a league in length he gave, +And opened in my chest beneath +This mouth supplied with fearful teeth. +So my huge arms I used to cast +Round woodland creatures as they passed, +And fed within the forest here +On lion, tiger, pard, and deer. +Then Indra spake to soothe my grief: +“When Rama and his brother chief +From thy huge bulk those arms shall cleave, +Then shall the skies thy soul receive.” +Disguised in this terrific shape +I let no woodland thing escape, +And still my longing soul was pleased +Whene'er my arms a victim seized, +For in these arms I fondly thought +Would Rama's self at last be caught. +Thus hoping, toiling many a day +I yearned to cast my life away, +And here, my lord, thou standest now: +Blessings be thine! for none but thou +Could cleave my arms with trenchant stroke: +True are the words the hermit spoke. +Now let me, best of warriors, lend +My counsel, and thy plans befriend, +And aid thee with advice in turn +If thou with fire my corse wilt burn.” +As thus the mighty Danu prayed +With offer of his friendly aid, +While Lakshman gazed with anxious eye, +The virtuous Rama made reply: +“Lakshman and I through forest shade +From Janasthan a while had strayed. +When none was near her, Ravan came +And bore away my glorious dame, +The giant's form and size unknown, +I learn as yet his name alone. +Not yet the power and might we know +Or dwelling of the monstrous foe. +With none our helpless feet to guide +We wander here by sorrow tried. +Let pity move thee to requite +Our service in the funeral rite. +Our hands shall bring the boughs that, dry +Where elephants have rent them, lie, +Then dig a pit, and light the fire +To burn thee as the laws require. +Do thou as meed of this declare +Who stole my spouse, his dwelling where. +O, if thou can, I pray thee say, +And let this grace our deeds repay.” +Danu had lent attentive ear +The words which Rama spoke to hear, +And thus, a speaker skilled and tried, +To that great orator replied: +“No heavenly lore my soul endows, +Naught know I of thy Maithil spouse. +Yet will I, when my shape I wear, +Him who will tell thee all declare. +Then, Rama, will my lips disclose +His name who well that giant knows. +But till the flames my corse devour +This hidden knowledge mocks my power. +For through that curse's withering taint +My knowledge now is small and faint. +Unknown the giant's very name +Who bore away the Maithil dame. +Cursed for my evil deeds I wore +A shape which all the worlds abhor. +Now ere with wearied steeds the sun +Through western skies his course have run, +Deep in a pit my body lay +[pg 314] +And burn it in the wonted way. +When in the grave my corse is placed, +With fire and funeral honours graced, +Then I, great chief, his name will tell +Who knows the giant robber well. +With him, who guides his life aright, +In league of trusting love unite, +And he, O valiant prince, will be +A faithful friend and aid to thee. +For, Rama, to his searching eyes +The triple world uncovered lies. +For some dark cause of old, I ween, +Through all the spheres his ways have been.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_267.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_267.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f5ea6973ce65f2e4ad306d6ded70d316fdb5d101 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_267.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +Canto LXXIV. Kabandha's Death. + +The monster ceased: the princely pair +Heard great Kabandha's eager prayer. +Within a mountain cave they sped, +Where kindled fire with care they fed. +Then Lakshman in his mighty hands +Brought ample store of lighted brands, +And to a pile of logs applied +The flame that ran from side to side. +The spreading glow with gentle force +Consumed Kabandha's mighty corse, +Till the unresting flames had drunk +The marrow of the monstrous trunk, +As balls of butter melt away +Amid the fires that o'er them play. +Then from the pyre, like flame that glows +Undimmed by cloudy smoke, he rose, +In garments pure of spot or speck, +A heavenly wreath about his neck. +Resplendent in his bright attire +He sprang exultant from the pyre. +While from neck, arm, and foot was sent +The flash of gold and ornament. +High on a chariot, bright of hue, +Which swans of fairest pinion drew, +He filled each region of the air +With splendid glow reflected there. +Then in the sky he stayed his car +And called to Rama from afar: +“Hear, chieftain, while my lips explain +The means to win thy spouse again. +Six plans, O prince, the wise pursue +To reach the aims we hold in view.519 +When evils ripening sorely press +They load the wretch with new distress, +So thou and Lakshman, tried by woe, +Have felt at last a fiercer blow, +And plunged in bitterest grief to-day +Lament thy consort torn away. +There is no course but this: attend; +Make, best of friends, that chief thy friend. +Unless his prospering help thou gain +Thy plans and hopes must all be vain. +O Rama, hear my words, and seek, +Sugríva, for of him I speak. +His brother Bali, Indra's son, +Expelled him when the fight was won. +With four great chieftains, faithful still, +He dwells on Rishyamúka's hill.— +Fair mountain, lovely with the flow +Of Pampa's waves that glide below,— +Lord of the Vanars520 just and true, +Strong, very glorious, bright to view, +Unmatched in counsel, firm and meek, +Bound by each word his lips may speak, +Good, splendid, mighty, bold and brave, +Wise in each plan to guide and save. +His brother, fired by lust of sway, +Drove forth the prince in woods to stray. +In all thy search for Síta he +Thy ready friend and help will be. +With him to aid thee in thy quest +Dismiss all sorrow from thy breast. +Time is a mighty power, and none +His fixed decree can change or shun. +So rich reward thy toil shall bless, +And naught can stay thy sure success. +Speed hence, O chief, without delay, +To strong Sugríva take thy way. +This hour thy footsteps onward bend, +And make that mighty prince thy friend. +With him before the attesting flame +In solemn truth alliance frame. +Nor wilt thou, if thy heart be wise, +Sugríva, Vanar king, despise. +Of boundless strength, all shapes he wears, +He hearkens to a suppliant's prayers, +And, grateful for each kindly deed, +Will help and save in hour of need. +And you, I ween, the power possess +To aid his hopes and give redress. +He, let his cause succeed or fail, +Will help you, and you must prevail. +A banished prince, in fear and woe +He roams where Pampa's waters flow, +True offspring of the Lord of Light +Expelled by Bali's conquering might. +Go, Raghu's son, that chieftain seek +Who dwells on Rishyamúka's peak. +Before the flame thy weapons cast +And bind the bonds of friendship fast. +For, prince of all the Vanar race, +He in his wisdom knows each place +Where dwell the fierce gigantic brood +Who make the flesh of man their food. +To him, O Raghu's son, to him +Naught in the world is dark or dim, +Where'er the mighty Day-God gleams +Resplendent with a thousand beams. +[pg 315] +He over rocky height and hill, +Through gloomy cave, by lake and rill, +Will with his Vanars seek the prize, +And tell thee where thy lady lies. +And he will send great chieftains forth +To east and west and south and north, +To seek the distant spot where she +All desolate laments for thee. +He even in Ravan's halls would find +Thy Síta, gem of womankind. +Yea, if the blameless lady lay +On Meru's loftiest steep, +Or, far removed from light of day, +Where hell is dark and deep, +That chief of all the Vanar race +His way would still explore, +Meet the cowed giants face to face +And thy dear spouse restore.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_268.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_268.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca018f691e5d816307a752d8d562d52bd9368dc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_268.txt @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +Canto LXXV. Savarí. + +When wise Kabandha thus had taught +The means to find the dame they sought, +And urged them onward in the quest, +He thus again the prince addressed: +“This path, O Raghu's son, pursue +Where those fair trees which charm the view, +Extending westward far away, +The glory of their bloom display, +Where their bright leaves Rose-apples show, +And the tall Jak and Mango grow. +Whene'er you will, those trees ascend, +Or the long branches shake and bend, +Their savoury fruit like Amrit eat, +Then onward speed with willing feet. +Beyond this shady forest, decked +With flowering trees, your course direct. +Another grove you then will find +With every joy to take the mind, +Like Nandan with its charms displayed, +Or Northern Kuru's blissful shade; +Where trees distil their balmy juice, +And fruit through all the year produce; +Where shades with seasons ever fair +With Chaitraratha may compare: +Where trees whose sprays with fruit are bowed +Rise like a mountain or a cloud. +There, when you list, from time to time, +The loaded trees may Lakshman climb, +Or from the shaken boughs supply +Sweet fruit that may with Amrit vie. +The onward path pursuing still +From wood to wood, from hill to hill, +Your happy eyes at length will rest +On Pampa's lotus-covered breast. +Her banks with gentle slope descend, +Nor stones nor weed the eyes offend, +And o'er smooth beds of silver sand +Lotus and lily blooms expand. +There swans and ducks and curlews play, +And keen-eyed ospreys watch their prey, +And from the limpid waves are heard +Glad notes of many a water-bird. +Untaught a deadly foe to fear +They fly not when a man is near, +And fat as balls of butter they +Will, when you list, your hunger stay. +Then Lakshman with his shafts will take +The fish that swim the brook and lake, +Remove each bone and scale and fin, +Or strip away the speckled skin, +And then on iron skewers broil +For thy repast the savoury spoil. +Thou on a heap of flowers shalt rest +And eat the meal his hands have dressed, +There shalt thou lie on Pampa's brink, +And Lakshman's hand shall give thee drink, +Filling a lotus leaf with cool +Pure water from the crystal pool, +To which the opening blooms have lent +The riches of divinest scent. +Beside thee at the close of day +Will Lakshman through the woodland stray, +And show thee where the monkeys sleep +In caves beneath the mountain steep. +Loud-voiced as bulls they forth will burst +And seek the flood, oppressed by thirst; +Then rest a while, their wants supplied, +Their well-fed bands on Pampa's side. +Thou roving there at eve shalt see +Rich clusters hang on shrub and tree, +And Pampa flushed with roseate glow, +And at the view forget thy woe. +There shalt thou mark with strange delight +Each loveliest flower that blooms by night, +While lily buds that shrink from day +Their tender loveliness display. +In that far wild no hand but thine +Those peerless flowers in wreaths shall twine: +Immortal in their changeless pride, +Ne'er fade those blooms and ne'er are dried. +There erst on holy thoughts intent +Their days Matanga's pupils spent. +Once for their master food they sought, +And store of fruit and berries brought. +Then as they laboured through the dell +From limb and brow the heat-drops fell: +Thence sprang and bloomed those wondrous trees: +Such holy power have devotees. +Thus, from the hermits' heat-drops sprung, +Their growth is ever fresh and young. +There Śavarí is dwelling yet, +Who served each vanished anchoret. +[pg 316] +Beneath the shade of holy boughs +That ancient votaress keeps her vows. +Her happy eyes on thee will fall, +O godlike prince, adored by all, +And she, whose life is pure from sin, +A blissful seat in heaven will win. +But cross, O son of Raghu, o'er, +And stand on Pampa's western shore. +A tranquil hermitage that lies +Deep in the woods will meet thine eyes. +No wandering elephants invade +The stillness of that holy shade, +But checked by saint Matanga's power +They spare each consecrated bower. +Through many an age those trees have stood +World-famous as Matanga's wood +Still, Raghu's son, pursue thy way: +Through shades where birds are vocal stray, +Fair as the blessed wood where rove +Immortal Gods, or Nandan's grove. +Near Pampa eastward, full in sight, +Stands Rishyamúka's wood-crowned height. +'Tis hard to climb that towering steep +Where serpents unmolested sleep. +The free and bounteous, formed of old +By Brahma of superior mould, +Who sink when day is done to rest +Reclining on that mountain crest,— +What wealth or joy in dreams they view, +Awaking find the vision true. +But if a villain stained with crime +That holy hill presume to climb, +The giants in their fury sweep +From the hill top the wretch asleep. +There loud and long is heard the roar +Of elephants on Pampa's shore, +Who near Matanga's dwelling stray +And in those waters bathe and play. +A while they revel by the flood, +Their temples stained with streams like blood, +Then wander far away dispersed, +Dark as huge clouds before they burst. +But ere they part they drink their fill +Of bright pure water from the rill, +Delightful to the touch, where meet +Scents of all flowers divinely sweet, +Then speeding from the river side +Deep in the sheltering thicket hide. +Then bears and tigers shalt thou view +Whose soft skins show the sapphire's hue, +And silvan deer that wander nigh +Shall harmless from thy presence fly. +High in that mountain's wooded side +Is a fair cavern deep and wide, +Yet hard to enter: piles of rock +The portals of the cavern block.521 +Fast by the eastern door a pool +Gleams with broad waters fresh and cool, +Where stores of roots and fruit abound, +And thick trees shade the grassy ground. +This mountain cave the virtuous-souled +Sugríva, and his Vanars hold, +And oft the mighty chieftain seeks +The summits of those towering peaks.” +Thus spake Kabandha high in air +His counsel to the royal pair. +Still on his neck that wreath he bore, +And radiance like the sun's he wore. +Their eyes the princely brothers raised +And on that blissful being gazed: +“Behold, we go: no more delay; +Begin,” they cried, “thy heavenward way.” +“Depart,” Kabandha's voice replied, +“Pursue your search, and bliss betide.” +Thus to the happy chiefs he said, +Then on his heavenward journey sped. +Thus once again Kabandha won +A shape that glittered like the sun +Without a spot or stain. +Thus bade he Rama from the air +To great Sugríva's side repair +His friendly love to gain. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_269.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_269.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..718b96108cfb9fd9e256414b8b58ac1c8ce69317 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_269.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto LXXVI. Pampa. + +Thus counselled by their friendly guide +On through the wood the princes hied, +Pursuing still the eastern road +To Pampa which Kabandha showed, +Where trees that on the mountains grew +With fruit like honey charmed the view. +They rested weary for the night +Upon a mountain's wooded height, +Then onward with the dawn they hied +And stood on Pampa's western side, +Where Śavarí's fair home they viewed +Deep in that shady solitude. +The princes reached the holy ground +Where noble trees stood thick around, +And joying in the lovely view +Near to the aged votaress drew. +To meet the sons of Raghu came, +With hands upraised, the pious dame, +And bending low with reverence meet +Welcomed them both and pressed their feet. +Then water, as beseems, she gave, +Their lips to cool, their feet to lave. +To that pure saint who never broke +One law of duty Rama spoke: +“I trust no cares invade thy peace, +While holy works and zeal increase; +That thou content with scanty food +All touch of ire hast long subdued; +That all thy vows are well maintained +[pg 317] +While peace of mind is surely gained, +That reverence of the saints who taught +Thy faithful heart due fruit has brought.” +The aged votaress pure of taint, +Revered by every perfect saint, +Rose to her feet by Rama's side +And thus in gentle tones replied: +“My penance meed this day I see +Complete, my lord, in meeting thee. +This day the fruit of birth I gain, +Nor have I served the saints in vain. +I reap rich fruits of toil and vow, +And heaven itself awaits me now, +When I, O chief of men, have done +Honour to thee the godlike one. +I feel, great lord, thy gentle eye +My earthly spirit purify, +And I, brave tamer of thy foes, +Shall through thy grace in bliss repose. +Thy feet by Chitrakúṭa strayed +When those great saints whom I obeyed, +In dazzling chariots bright of hue, +Hence to their heavenly mansions flew. +As the high saints were borne away +I heard their holy voices say: +“In this pure grove, O devotee, +Prince Rama soon will visit thee. +When he and Lakshman seek this shade, +Be to thy guests all honour paid. +Him shalt thou see, and pass away +To those blest worlds which ne'er decay.” +To me, O mighty chief, the best +Of lofty saints these words addressed. +Laid up within my dwelling lie +Fruits of each sort which woods supply,— +Food culled for thee in endless store +From every tree on Pampa's shore.” +Thus to her virtuous guest she sued +And he, with heavenly lore endued, +Words such as these in turn addressed +To her with equal knowledge blest: +“Danu himself the power has told +Of thy great masters lofty-souled. +Now if thou will, mine eyes would fain +Assurance of their glories gain.” +She heard the prince his wish declare: +Then rose she, and the royal pair +Of brothers through the wood she led +That round her holy dwelling spread. +“Behold Matanga's wood” she cried, +“A grove made famous far and wide. +Dark as thick clouds and filled with herds +Of wandering deer, and joyous birds. +In this pure spot each reverend sire +With offerings fed the holy fire. +See here the western altar stands +Where daily with their trembling hands +The aged saints, so long obeyed +By me, their gifts of blossoms laid. +The holy power, O Raghu's son, +By their ascetic virtue won, +Still keeps their well-loved altar bright, +Filling the air with beams of light. +And those seven neighbouring lakes behold +Which, when the saints infirm and old, +Worn out by fasts, no longer sought, +Moved hither drawn by power of thought. +Look, Rama, where the devotees +Hung their bark mantles on the trees, +Fresh from the bath: those garments wet +Through many a day are dripping yet. +See, through those aged hermits' power +The tender spray, this bright-hued flower +With which the saints their worship paid, +Fresh to this hour nor change nor fade. +Here thou hast seen each lawn and dell, +And heard the tale I had to tell: +Permit thy servant, lord, I pray, +To cast this mortal shell away, +For I would dwell, this life resigned, +With those great saints of lofty mind, +Whom I within this holy shade +With reverential care obeyed.” +When Rama and his brother heard +The pious prayer the dame preferred, +Filled full of transport and amazed +They marvelled as her words they praised. +Then Rama to the votaress said +Whose holy vows were perfected: +“Go, lady, where thou fain wouldst be, +O thou who well hast honoured me.” +Her locks in hermit fashion tied, +Clad in bark coat and black deer-hide, +When Rama gave consent, the dame +Resigned her body to the flame. +Then like the fire that burns and glows, +To heaven the sainted lady rose, +In all her heavenly garments dressed, +Immortal wreaths on neck and breast, +Bright with celestial gems she shone +Most beautiful to look upon, +And like the flame of lightning sent +A glory through the firmament. +That holy sphere the dame attained, +By depth of contemplation gained, +Where roam high saints with spirits pure +In bliss that shall for aye endure. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_27.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_27.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..17d48e9d8992b1880d814bc97e149ed7be27066b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_27.txt @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +Canto XXVIII. The Death Of Tadaka. + +When thus the sage without a peer +Had closed that story strange to hear, +Rama again the saint addressed +To set one lingering doubt at rest: +“O holy man, 'tis said by all +That spirits' strength is weak and small: +How can she match, of power so slight, +A thousand elephants in might?” +And Viśvamitra thus replied +To Raghu's son the glorified: +“Listen, and I will tell thee how +She gained the strength that arms her now. +A mighty spirit lived of yore; +Suketu was the name he bore. +Childless was he, and free from crime +In rites austere he passed his time. +The mighty Sire was pleased to show +His favour, and a child bestow. +Taḍaka named, most fair to see, +A pearl among the maids was she, +And matched, for such was Brahma's dower, +A thousand elephants in power. +Nor would the Eternal Sire, although +The spirit longed, a son bestow +That maid in beauty's youthful pride +Was given to Sunda for a bride. +Her son, Marícha was his name, +A giant, through a curse, became. +She, widowed, dared with him molest +[pg 040] +Agastya,163 of all saints the best. +Inflamed with hunger's wildest rage, +Roaring she rushed upon the sage. +When the great hermit saw her near, +On speeding in her fierce career, +He thus pronounced Marícha's doom: +“A giant's form and shape assume.” +And then, by mighty anger swayed, +On Taḍaka this curse he laid: +“Thy present form and semblance quit, +And wear a shape thy mood to fit; +Changed form and feature by my ban, +A fearful thing that feeds on man.” +She, by his awful curse possessed, +And mad with rage that fills her breast, +Has on this land her fury dealt +Where once the saint Agastya dwelt. +Go, Rama, smite this monster dead, +The wicked plague, of power so dread, +And further by this deed of thine +The good of Brahmans and of kine. +Thy hand alone can overthrow, +In all the worlds, this impious foe. +Nor let compassion lead thy mind +To shrink from blood of womankind; +A monarch's son must ever count +The people's welfare paramount, +And whether pain or joy he deal +Dare all things for his subjects' weal; +Yea, if the deed bring praise or guilt, +If life be saved or blood be spilt: +Such, through all time, should be the care +Of those a kingdom's weight who bear. +Slay, Rama, slay this impious fiend, +For by no law her life is screened. +So Manthara, as bards have told, +Virochan's child, was slain of old +By Indra, when in furious hate +She longed the earth to devastate. +So Kavya's mother, Bhrigu's wife, +Who loved her husband as her life, +When Indra's throne she sought to gain, +By Vishnu's hand of yore was slain. +By these and high-souled kings beside, +Struck down, have lawless women died.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_270.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_270.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3ea7b4751c292d78c45c85914eaae34dba47c051 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_270.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +Canto I. Rama's Lament. + +When Śavarí had sought the skies +And gained her splendid virtue's prize, +Rama with Lakshman stayed to brood +O'er the strange scenes their eyes had viewed. +His mind upon those saints was bent, +For power and might preëminent +And he to musing Lakshman spoke +The thoughts that in his bosom woke: +[pg 318] +“Mine eyes this wondrous home have viewed +Of those great saints with souls subdued, +Where peaceful tigers dwell and birds, +And deer abound in heedless herds. +Our feet upon the banks have stood +Of those seven lakes within the wood, +Where we have duly dipped, and paid +Libations to each royal shade. +Forgotten now are thoughts of ill +And joyful hopes my bosom fill. +Again my heart is light and gay +And grief and care have passed away. +Come, brother, let us hasten where +Bright Pampa's flood is fresh and fair, +And towering in their beauty near +Mount Rishyamúka's heights appear, +Which, offspring of the Lord of Light, +Still fearing Bali's conquering might, +With four brave chiefs of Vanar race +Sugríva makes his dwelling-place. +I long with eager heart to find +That leader of the Vanar kind, +For on that chief my hopes depend +That this our quest have prosperous end.” +Thus Rama spoke, in battle tried, +And thus Sumitra's son replied: +“Come, brother, come, and speed away: +My spirit brooks no more delay.” +Thus spake Sumitra's son, and then +Forth from the grove the king of men +With his dear brother by his side +To Pampa's lucid waters hied. +He gazed upon the woods where grew +Trees rich in flowers of every hue. +From brake and dell on every side +The curlew and the peacock cried, +And flocks of screaming parrots made +Shrill music in the bloomy shade. +His eager eyes, as on he went, +On many a pool and tree were bent. +Inflamed with love he journeyed on +Till a fair flood before him shone. +He stood upon the water's side +Which streams from distant hills supplied: +Matanga's name that water bore: +There bathed he from the shelving shore. +Then, each on earnest thoughts intent, +Still farther on their way they went. +But Rama's heart once more gave way +Beneath his grief and wild dismay. +Before him lay the noble flood +Adorned with many a lotus bud. +On its fair banks Aśoka glowed, +And all bright trees their blossoms showed. +Green banks that silver waves confined +With lovely groves were fringed and lined. +The crystal waters in their flow +Showed level sands that gleamed below. +There glittering fish and tortoise played, +And bending trees gave pleasant shade. +There creepers on the branches hung +With lover-like embraces clung. +There gay Gandharvas loved to meet, +And Kinnars sought the calm retreat. +There wandering Yakshas found delight, +Snake-gods and rovers of the night. +Cool were the pleasant waters, gay +Each tree with creeper, flower, and spray. +There flushed the lotus darkly red, +Here their white glory lilies spread, +Here sweet buds showed their tints of blue: +So carpets gleam with many a hue. +A grove of Mangoes blossomed nigh, +Echoing with the peacock's cry. +When Rama by his brother's side +The lovely flood of Pampa eyed, +Decked like a beauty, fair to see +With every charm of flower and tree, +His mighty heart with woe was rent +And thus he spoke in wild lament +“Here, Lakshman, on this beauteous shore, +Stands, dyed with tints of many an ore, +The mountain Rishyamúka bright +With flowery trees that crown each height. +Sprung from the chief who, famed of yore, +The name of Riksharajas bore, +Sugríva, chieftain strong and dread, +Dwells on that mountain's towering head. +Go to him, best of men, and seek +That prince of Vanars on the peak, +I cannot longer brook my pain, +Or, Síta lost, my life retain.” +Thus by the pangs of love distressed, +His thoughts on Síta bent, +His faithful brother he addressed, +And cried in wild lament. +He reached the lovely ground that lay +On Pampa's wooded side, +And told in anguish and dismay, +The grief he could not hide. +With listless footsteps faint and slow +His way the chief pursued, +Till Pampa with her glorious show +Of flowering woods he viewed. +Through shades where every bird was found +The prince with Lakshman passed, +And Pampa with her groves around +Burst on his eyes at last. +[pg 319] +BOOK IV. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_271.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_271.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5d08c88768f6b66964a66271098b1fec52a03c9d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_271.txt @@ -0,0 +1,517 @@ +Canto II. Sugríva's Alarm. + +The princes stood by Pampa's side522 +Which blooming lilies glorified. +With troubled heart and sense o'erthrown +There Rama made his piteous moan. +As the fair flood before him lay +The reason of the chief gave way; +And tender thoughts within him woke, +As to Sumitra's son he spoke: +“How lovely Pampa's waters show, +Where streams of lucid crystal flow! +What glorious trees o'erhang the flood +Which blooms of opening lotus stud! +Look on the banks of Pampa where +Thick groves extend divinely fair; +And piles of trees, like hills in size, +Lift their proud summits to the skies. +But thought of Bharat's523 pain and toil, +And my dear spouse the giant's spoil, +Afflict my tortured heart and press +My spirit down with heaviness. +Still fair to me though sunk in woe +Bright Pampa and her forest show. +Where cool fresh waters charm the sight, +And flowers of every hue are bright. +The lotuses in close array +Their passing loveliness display, +And pard and tiger, deer and snake +Haunt every glade and dell and brake. +Those grassy spots display the hue +Of topazes and sapphires' blue, +And, gay with flowers of every dye, +With richly broidered housings vie. +What loads of bloom the high trees crown, +Or weigh the bending branches down! +And creepers tipped with bud and flower +Each spray and loaded limb o'erpower. +Now cool delicious breezes blow, +And kindle love's voluptuous glow, +When balmy sweetness fills the air, +And fruit and flowers and trees are fair. +Those waving woods, that shine with bloom, +Each varied tint in turn assume. +Like labouring clouds they pour their showers +In rain or ever-changing flowers. +Behold, those forest trees, that stand +High upon rock and table-land, +As the cool gales their branches bend, +Their floating blossoms downward send. +See, Lakshman, how the breezes play +With every floweret on the spray. +And sport in merry guise with all +The fallen blooms and those that fall. +See, brother, where the merry breeze +Shakes the gay boughs of flowery trees, +Disturbed amid their toil a throng +Of bees pursue him, loud in song. +The Koïls,524 mad with sweet delight, +The bending trees to dance invite; +And in its joy the wild wind sings +As from the mountain cave he springs. +On speed the gales in rapid course, +And bend the woods beneath their force, +Till every branch and spray they bind +In many a tangled knot entwined. +What balmy sweets those gales dispense +With cool and sacred influence! +Fatigue and trouble vanish: such +The magic of their gentle touch. +Hark, when the gale the boughs has bent +In woods of honey redolent, +Through all their quivering sprays the trees +Are vocal with the murmuring bees. +The hills with towering summits rise, +And with their beauty charm the eyes, +Gay with the giant trees which bright +With blossom spring from every height: +And as the soft wind gently sways +The clustering blooms that load the sprays, +The very trees break forth and sing +With startled wild bees' murmuring. +Thine eyes to yonder Cassias525 turn +Whose glorious clusters glow and burn. +[pg 320] +Those trees in yellow robes behold, +Like giants decked with burnished gold. +Ah me, Sumitra's son, the spring +Dear to sweet birds who love and sing, +Wakes in my lonely breast the flame +Of sorrow as I mourn my dame. +Love strikes me through with darts of fire, +And wakes in vain the sweet desire. +Hark, the loud Koïl swells his throat, +And mocks me with his joyful note. +I hear the happy wild-cock call +Beside the shady waterfall. +His cry of joy afflicts my breast +By love's absorbing might possessed. +My darling from our cottage heard +One morn in spring this shrill-toned bird, +And called me in her joy to hear +The happy cry that charmed her ear. +See, birds of every varied voice +Around us in the woods rejoice, +On creeper, shrub, and plant alight, +Or wing from tree to tree their flight. +Each bird his kindly mate has found, +And loud their notes of triumph sound, +Blending in sweetest music like +The distant warblings of the shrike. +See how the river banks are lined +With birds of every hue and kind. +Here in his joy the Koïl sings, +There the glad wild-cock flaps his wings. +The blooms of bright Aśokas526 where +The song of wild bees fills the air, +And the soft whisper of the boughs +Increase my longing for my spouse. +The vernal flush of flower and spray +Will burn my very soul away. +What use, what care have I for life +If I no more may see my wife +Soft speaker with the glorious hair, +And eyes with silken lashes fair? +Now is the time when all day long +The Koïls fill the woods with song. +And gardens bloom at spring's sweet touch +Which my beloved loved so much. +Ah me, Sumitra's son, the fire +Of sorrow, sprung from soft desire, +Fanned by the charms the spring time shows, +Will burn my heart and end my woes, +Whose sad eyes look on each fair tree, +But my sweet love no more may see. +Ah me, Ah me, from hour to hour +Love in my soul will wax in power, +And spring, upon whose charms I gaze, +Whose breath the heat of toil allays, +With thoughts of her for whom I strain +My hopeless eyes, increase my pain. +As fire in summer rages through +The forests thick with dry bamboo, +So will my fawn eyed love consume +My soul o'erwhelmed with thoughts of gloom. +Behold, beneath each spreading tree +The peacocks dance527 in frantic glee, +And, stirred by all the gales that blow, +Their tails with jewelled windows glow, +Each bird, in happy love elate, +Rejoices with his darling mate. +But sights like these of joy and peace +My pangs of hopeless love increase. +See on the mountain slope above +The peahen languishing with love. +Behold her now in amorous dance +Close to her consort's side advance. +He with a laugh of joy and pride +Displays his glittering pinions wide; +And follows through the tangled dell +The partner whom he loves so well. +Ah happy bird! no giant's hate +Has robbed him of his tender mate; +And still beside his loved one he +Dances beneath the shade in glee. +Ah, in this month when flowers are fair +My widowed woe is hard to bear. +See, gentle love a home may find +In creatures of inferior kind. +See how the peahen turns to meet +Her consort now with love-drawn feet. +[pg 321] +So, Lakshman, if my large-eyed dear, +The child of Janak still were here, +She, by love's thrilling influence led, +Upon my breast would lay her head. +These blooms I gathered from the bough +Without my love are useless now. +A thousand blossoms fair to see +With passing glory clothe each tree +That hangs its cluster-burthened head +Now that the dewy months528 are fled, +But, followed by the bees that ply +Their fragrant task, they fall and die. +A thousand birds in wild delight +Their rapture-breathing notes unite; +Bird calls to bird in joyous strain, +And turns my love to frenzied pain. +O, if beneath those alien skies, +There be a spring where Síta lies, +I know my prisoned love must be +Touched with like grief, and mourn with me. +But ah, methinks that dreary clime +Knows not the touch of spring's sweet time. +How could my black eyed love sustain, +Without her lord, so dire a pain? +Or if the sweet spring come to her +In distant lands a prisoner, +How may his advent and her met +On every side with taunt and threat? +Ah, if the springtide's languor came +With soft enchantment o'er my dame, +My darling of the lotus eye, +My gently speaking love, would die; +For well my spirit knows that she +Can never live bereft of me +With love that never wavered yet +My Síta's heart, on me is set, +Who, with a soul that ne'er can stray, +With equal love her love repay. +In vain, in vain the soft wind brings +Sweet blossoms on his balmy wings; +Delicious from his native snow, +To me like fire he seems to glow. +O, how I loved a breeze like this +When darling Síta shared the bliss! +But now in vain for me it blows +To fan the fury of my woes. +That dark-winged bird that sought the skies +Foretelling grief with warning cries, +Sits on the tree where buds are gay, +And pours glad music from the spray. +That rover of the fields of air +Will aid my love with friendly care, +And me with gracious pity guide +To my large-eyed Videhan's side.529 +Hark, Lakshman, how the woods around +With love-inspiring chants resound, +Where birds in every bloom-crowned tree +Pour forth their amorous minstrelsy. +As though an eager gallant wooed +A gentle maid by love subdued, +Enamoured of her flowers the bee +Darts at the wind-rocked Tila tree.530 +Aśoka, 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. +O Lakshman, turn thine eye and see +Each blossom-laden Mango tree, +Like a young lover gaily dressed +Whom fond desire forbids to rest. +Look, son of Queen Sumitra through +The forest glades of varied hue, +Where blooms are bright and grass is green +The Kinnars531 with their loves are seen. +See, brother, see where sweet and bright +Those crimson lilies charm the sight, +And o'er the flood a radiance throw +Fair as the morning's roseate glow. +See, Pampa, most divinely sweet, +The swan's and mallard's loved retreat, +Shows her glad waters bright and clear, +Where lotuses their heads uprear +From the pure wave, and charm the view +With mingled tints of red and blue. +Each like the morning's early beams +Reflected in the crystal gleams; +And bees on their sweet toil intent +Weigh down each tender filament. +There with gay lawns the wood recedes; +There wildfowl sport amid the reeds, +There roedeer stand upon the brink, +And elephants descend to drink. +The rippling waves which winds make fleet +Against the bending lilies beat, +And opening bud and flower and stem +Gleam with the drops that hang on them. +Life has no pleasure left for me +While my dear queen I may not see, +[pg 322] +Who loved so well those blooms that vie +With the full splendour of her eye. +O tyrant Love, who will not let +My bosom for one hour forget +The lost one whom I yearn to meet, +Whose words were ever kind and sweet. +Ah, haply might my heart endure +This hopeless love that knows not cure, +If spring with all his trees in flower +Assailed me not with ruthless power. +Each lovely scene, each sound and sight +Wherein, with her, I found delight, +Has lost the charm so sweet of yore, +And glads my widowed heart no more. +On lotus buds I seem to gaze, +Or blooms that deck Palaśa532 sprays;533 +But to my tortured memory rise +The glories of my darling's eyes. +Cool breezes through the forest stray +Gathering odours on their way, +Enriched with all the rifled scent +Of lotus flower and filament. +Their touch upon my temples falls +And Síta's fragrant breath recalls. +Now look, dear brother, on the right +Of Pampa towers a mountain height +Where fairest Cassia trees unfold +The treasures of their burnished gold. +Proud mountain king! his woody side +With myriad ores is decked and dyed, +And as the wind-swept blossoms fall +Their fragrant dust is stained with all. +To yon high lands thy glances turn: +With pendent fire they flash and burn, +Where in their vernal glory blaze +Palaśa flowers on leafless sprays. +O Lakshman, look! on Pampa's side +What fair trees rise in blooming pride! +What climbing plants above them show +Or hang their flowery garlands low! +See how the amorous creeper rings +The wind-rocked trees to which she clings, +As though a dame by love impelled +With clasping arms her lover held. +Drunk with the varied scents that fill +The balmy air, from hill to hill, +From grove to grove, from tree to tree, +The joyous wind is wandering free. +These gay trees wave their branches bent +By blooms, of honey redolent. +There, slowly opening to the day, +Buds with dark lustre deck the spray. +The wild bee rests a moment where +Each tempting flower is sweet and fair, +Then, coloured by the pollen dyes, +Deep in some odorous blossom lies. +Soon from his couch away he springs: +To other trees his course he wings, +And tastes the honeyed blooms that grow +Where Pampa's lucid waters flow. +See, Lakshman, see, how thickly spread +With blossoms from the trees o'erhead, +That grass the weary traveller woos +With couches of a thousand hues, +And beds on every height arrayed +With red and yellow tints are laid, +No longer winter chills the earth: +A thousand flowerets spring to birth, +And trees in rivalry assume +Their vernal garb of bud and bloom. +How fair they look, how bright and gay +With tasselled flowers on every spray! +While each to each proud challenge flings +Borne in the song the wild bee sings. +That mallard by the river edge +Has bathed amid the reeds and sedge: +Now with his mate he fondly plays +And fires my bosom as I gaze. +Mandakiní534 is far renowned: +No lovelier flood on earth is found; +But all her fairest charms combined +In this sweet stream enchant the mind. +O, if my love were here to look +With me upon this lovely brook, +Never for Ayodhya would I pine, +Or wish that Indra's lot were mine. +If by my darling's side I strayed +O'er the soft turf which decks the glade, +Each craving thought were sweetly stilled, +Each longing of my soul fulfilled. +But, now my love is far away, +Those trees which make the woods so gay, +In all their varied beauty dressed, +Wake thoughts of anguish in my breast. +That lotus-covered stream behold +Whose waters run so fresh and cold, +[pg 323] +Sweet rill, the wildfowl's loved resort, +Where curlew, swan, and diver sport; +Where with his consort plays the drake, +And tall deer love their thirst to slake, +While from each woody bank is heard +The wild note of each happy bird. +The music of that joyous quire +Fills all my soul with soft desire; +And, as I hear, my sad thoughts fly +To Síta of the lotus eye, +Whom, lovely with her moonbright cheek, +In vain mine eager glances seek. +Now turn, those chequered lawns survey +Where hart and hind together stray. +Ah, as they wander at their will +My troubled breast with grief they fill, +While torn by hopeless love I sigh +For Síta of the fawn-like eye. +If in those glades where, touched by spring, +Gay birds their amorous ditties sing, +Mine own beloved I might see, +Then, brother, it were well with me: +If by my side she wandered still, +And this cool breeze that stirs the rill +Touched with its gentle breath the brows +Of mine own dear Videhan spouse. +For, Lakshman, O how blest are those +On whom the breath of Pampa blows, +Dispelling all their care and gloom +With sweets from where the lilies bloom! +How can my gentle love remain +Alive amid the woe and pain, +Where prisoned far away she lies,— +My darling of the lotus eyes? +How shall I dare her sire to greet +Whose lips have never known deceit? +How stand before the childless king +And meet his eager questioning? +When banished by my sire's decree, +In low estate, she followed me. +So pure, so true to every vow, +Where is my gentle darling now? +How can I bear my widowed lot, +And linger on where she is not, +Who followed when from home I fled +Distracted, disinherited? +My spirit sinks in hopeless pain +When my fond glances yearn in vain +For that dear face with whose bright eye +The worshipped lotus scarce can vie. +Ah when, my brother, shall I hear +That voice that rang so soft and clear, +When, sweetly smiling as she spoke, +From her dear lips gay laughter broke? +When worn with toil and love I strayed +With Síta through the forest shade, +No trace of grief was seen in her, +My kind and thoughtful comforter. +How shall my faltering tongue relate +To Queen Kauśalya Síta's fate? +How answer when in wild despair +She questions, Where is Síta, where? +Haste, brother, haste: to Bharat hie, +On whose fond love I still rely. +My life can be no longer borne, +Since Síta from my side is torn.” +Thus like a helpless mourner, bent +By sorrow, Rama made lament; +And with wise counsel Lakshman tried +To soothe his care, and thus replied: +“O best of men, thy grief oppose, +Nor sink beneath thy weight of woes. +Not thus despond the great and pure +And brave like thee, but still endure. +Reflect what anguish wrings the heart +When loving souls are forced to part; +And, mindful of the coming pain, +Thy love within thy breast restrain. +For earth, though cooled by wandering streams, +Lies scorched beneath the midday beams. +Ravan his steps to hell may bend, +Or lower yet in flight descend; +But be thou sure, O Raghu's son, +Avenging death he shall not shun. +Rise, Rama, rise: the search begin, +And track the giant foul with sin. +Then shall the fiend, though far he fly, +Resign his prey or surely die. +Yea, though the trembling monster hide +With Síta close to Diti's535 side, +E'en there, unless he yield the prize, +Slain by this wrathful hand he dies. +Thy heart with strength and courage stay, +And cast this weakling mood away. +Our fainting hopes in vain revive +Unless with firm resolve we strive. +The zeal that fires the toiler's breast +Mid earthly powers is first and best. +Zeal every check and bar defies, +And wins at length the loftiest prize, +In woe and danger, toil and care, +Zeal never yields to weak despair. +With zealous heart thy task begin, +And thou once more thy spouse shalt win. +Cast fruitless sorrow from thy soul, +Nor let this love thy heart control. +Forget not all thy sacred lore, +But be thy noble self once more.” +He heard, his bosom rent by grief, +The counsel of his brother chief; +Crushed in his heart the maddening pain, +And rose resolved and strong again. +Then forth upon his journey went +The hero on his task intent, +Nor thought of Pampa's lovely brook, +[pg 324] +Or trees which murmuring breezes shook, +Though on dark woods his glances fell, +On waterfall and cave and dell; +And still by many a care distressed +The son of Raghu onward pressed. +As some wild elephant elate +Moves through the woods in pride, +So Lakshman with majestic gait +Strode by his brother's side. +He, for his lofty spirit famed, +Admonished and consoled; +Showed Raghu's son what duty claimed, +And bade his heart be bold. +Then as the brothers strode apace +To Rishyamúka's height, +The sovereign of the Vanar race536 +Was troubled at the sight. +As on the lofty hill he strayed +He saw the chiefs draw near: +A while their glorious forms surveyed, +And mused in restless fear. +His slow majestic step he stayed +And gazed upon the pair. +And all his spirit sank dismayed +By fear too great to bear. +When in their glorious might the best +Of royal chiefs came nigh, +The Vanars in their wild unrest +Prepared to turn and fly. +They sought the hermit's sacred home537 +For peace and bliss ordained, +And there, where Vanars loved to roam, +A sure asylum gained. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_272.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_272.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5b494c8c6589e952dac5a3f1a0145e40e6e40d54 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_272.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto III. Hanuman's Speech. + +Sugríva moved by wondering awe +The high-souled sons of Raghu saw, +In all their glorious arms arrayed; +And grief upon his spirit weighed. +To every quarter of the sky +He turned in fear his anxious eye, +And roving still from spot to spot +With troubled steps he rested not. +He durst not, as he viewed the pair, +Resolve to stand and meet them there; +And drooping cheer and quailing breast +The terror of the chief confessed. +While the great fear his bosom shook, +Brief counsel with his lords he took; +Each gain and danger closely scanned, +What hope in flight, what power to stand, +While doubt and fear his bosom rent, +On Raghu's sons his eyes he bent, +And with a spirit ill at ease +Addressed his lords in words like these: +“Those chiefs with wandering steps invade +The shelter of our pathless shade, +And hither come in fair disguise +Of hermit garb as Bali's spies.” +Each lord beheld with troubled heart +Those masters of the bowman's art, +And left the mountain side to seek +Sure refuge on a loftier peak. +The Vanar chief in rapid flight +Found shelter on a towering height, +And all the band with one accord +Were closely gathered round their lord. +Their course the same, with desperate leap +Each made his way from steep to steep, +And speeding on in wild career +Filled every height with sudden fear. +Each heart was struck with mortal dread, +As on their course the Vanars sped, +While trees that crowned the steep were bent +And crushed beneath them as they went. +As in their eager flight they pressed +For safety to each mountain crest, +The wild confusion struck with fear +Tiger and cat and wandering deer. +The lords who watched Sugríva's will +Were gathered on the royal hill, +And all with reverent hands upraised +Upon their king and leader gazed. +Sugríva feared some evil planned, +Some train prepared by Bali's hand. +But, skilled in words that charm and teach, +Thus Hanuman538 began his speech: +“Dismiss, dismiss thine idle fear, +Nor dread the power of Bali here. +For this is Malaya's glorious hill539 +Where Bali's might can work no ill. +I look around but nowhere see +The hated foe who made thee flee, +Fell Bali, fierce in form and face: +Then fear not, lord of Vanar race. +Alas, in thee I clearly find +The weakness of the Vanar kind, +[pg 325] +That loves from thought to thought to range, +Fix no belief and welcome change. +Mark well each hint and sign and scan, +Discreet and wise, thine every plan. +How may a king, with sense denied, +The subjects of his sceptre guide?” +Hanúman,540 wise in hour of need, +Urged on the chief his prudent rede. +His listening ear Sugríva bent, +And spake in words more excellent: +“Where is the dauntless heart that free +From terror's chilling touch can see +Two stranger warriors, strong as those, +Equipped with swords and shafts and bows, +With mighty arms and large full eyes, +Like glorious children of the skies? +Bali my foe, I ween, has sent +These chiefs to aid his dark intent. +Hence doubt and fear disturb me still, +For thousands serve a monarch's will, +In borrowed garb they come, and those +Who walk disguised are counted foes. +With secret thoughts they watch their time, +And wound fond hearts that fear no crime. +My foe in state affairs is wise, +And prudent kings have searching eyes. +By other hands they strike the foe: +By meaner tools the truth they know. +Now to those stranger warriors turn, +And, less than king, their purpose learn. +Mark well the trick and look of each; +Observe his form and note his speech. +With care their mood and temper sound, +And, if their minds be friendly found, +With courteous looks and words begin +Their confidence and love to win. +Then as my friend and envoy speak, +And question what the strangers seek. +Ask why equipped with shaft and bow +Through this wild maze of wood they go. +If they, O chief, at first appear +Pure of all guile, in heart sincere, +Detect in speech and look the sin +And treachery that lurk within.” +He spoke: the Wind-God's son obeyed. +With ready zeal he sought the shade, +And reached with hasty steps the wood +Where Raghu's son and Lakshman stood.541 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_273.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_273.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..64e21b2fdc1b4a1c4d96236945c4a0c326959dd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_273.txt @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +Canto IV. Lakshman's Reply. + +The envoy in his faithful breast +Pondered Sugríva's high behest. +From Rishyamúka's peak he hied +And placed him by the princes' side. +The Wind-God's son with cautious art +Had laid his Vanar form apart, +And wore, to cheat the strangers eyes, +A wandering mendicant's disguise.542 +Before the heroes' feet he bent +And did obeisance reverent, +And spoke, the glorious pair to praise, +His words of truth in courteous phrase, +High honour duly paid, the best +Of all the Vanar kind addressed, +With free accord and gentle grace, +Those glories of their warrior race: +“O hermits, blest in vows, who shine +Like royal saints or Gods divine, +O best of young ascetics, say +How to this spot you found your way, +Scaring the troops of wandering deer +And silvan things that harbour here +Searching amid the trees that grow +Where Pampa's gentle waters flow. +And lending from your brows a gleam +Of glory to the lovely stream. +Who are you, say, so brave and fair, +Clad in the bark which hermits wear? +I see you heave the frequent sigh, +I see the deer before you fly. +While you, for strength and valour dread, +The earth, like lordly lions, tread, +Each bearing in his hand a bow, +Like Indra's own, to slay the foe. +With the grand paces of a bull, +So bright and young and beautiful. +The mighty arms you raise appear +Like trunks which elephants uprear, +And as you move this mountain-king543 +Is glorious with the light you bring. +How have you reached, like Gods in face, +Best lords of earth, this lonely place, +[pg 326] +With tresses coiled in hermit guise,544 +And splendours of those lotus eyes? +As Gods who leave their heavenly sphere, +Alike your beauteous forms appear. +The Lords of Day and Night545 might thus +Stray from the skies to visit us. +Heroic youth, so broad of chest, +Fair with the beauty of the Blest, +With lion shoulders, tall and strong, +Like bulls who lead the lowing throng, +Your arms, unmatched for grace and length, +With massive clubs may vie in strength. +Why do no gauds those limbs adorn +Where priceless gems were meetly worn? +Each noble youth is fit, I deem, +To guard this earth, as lord supreme, +With all her woods and seas, to reign +From Meru's peak to Vindhya's chain. +Your smooth bows decked with dyes and gold +Are glorious in their masters' hold, +And with the arms of Indra546 vie +Which diamond splendours beautify. +Your quivers glow with golden sheen, +Well stored with arrows fleet and keen, +Each gleaming like a fiery snake +That joys the foeman's life to take. +As serpents cast their sloughs away +And all their new born sheen display, +So flash your mighty swords inlaid +With burning gold on hilt and blade. +Why are you silent, heroes? Why +My questions hear nor deign reply? +Sugríva, lord of virtuous mind, +The foremost of the Vanar kind, +An exile from his royal state, +Roams through the land disconsolate. +I, Hanuman, of Vanar race, +Sent by the king have sought this place, +For he, the pious, just, and true, +In friendly league would join with you. +Know, godlike youths, that I am one +Of his chief lords, the Wind-God's son. +With course unchecked I roam at will, +And now from Rishyamúka's hill, +To please his heart, his hope to speed, +I came disguised in beggar's weed.” +Thus Hanúman, well trained in lore +Of language, spoke, and said no more. +The son of Raghu joyed to hear +The envoy's speech, and bright of cheer +He turned to Lakshman by his side, +And thus in words of transport cried: +“The counselor we now behold +Of King Sugríva righteous-souled. +His face I long have yearned to see, +And now his envoy comes to me +With sweetest words in courteous phrase +Answer this mighty lord who slays +His foemen, by Sugríva sent, +This Vanar chief most eloquent. +For one whose words so sweetly flow +The whole Rig-veda547 needs must know, +And in his well-trained memory store +The Yajush and the Saman's lore. +He must have bent his faithful ear +All grammar's varied rules to hear. +For his long speech how well he spoke! +In all its length no rule he broke. +In eye, on brow, in all his face +The keenest look no guile could trace. +No change of hue, no pose of limb +Gave sign that aught was false in him. +Concise, unfaltering, sweet and clear, +Without a word to pain the ear. +From chest to throat, nor high nor low, +His accents came in measured flow. +How well he spoke with perfect art +That wondrous speech that charmed the heart, +With finest skill and order graced +In words that knew nor pause nor haste! +That speech, with consonants that spring +From the three seats of uttering,548 +Would charm the spirit of a foe +Whose sword is raised for mortal blow. +How may a ruler's plan succeed +Who lacks such envoy good at need? +How fail, if one whose mind is stored +With gifts so rare assist his lord? +What plans can fail, with wisest speech +Of envoy's lips to further each?” +Thus Rama spoke; and Lakshman taught +In all the art that utters thought, +To King Sugríva's learned spy +Thus made his eloquent reply: +“Full well we know the gifts that grace +Sugríva, lord of Vanar race, +And hither turn our wandering feet +That we that high-souled king may meet. +So now our pleasant task shall be +To do the words he speaks by thee.” +His prudent speech the Vanar heard, +And all his heart with joy was stirred. +And hope that league with them would bring +Redress and triumph to his king. +[pg 327] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_274.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_274.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d6828b02cc33af3de0bc156cb90f8a55352bcfbb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_274.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ +Canto V. The League. + +Cheered by the words that Rama spoke, +Joy in the Vanar's breast awoke, +And, as his friendly mood he knew, +His thoughts to King Sugríva flew: +“Again,” he mused, “my high-souled lord +Shall rule, to kingly state restored; +Since one so mighty comes to save, +And freely gives the help we crave.” +Then joyous Hanuman, the best +Of all the Vanar kind, addressed +These words to Rama, trained of yore +In all the arts of speakers' lore:549 +“Why do your feet this forest tread +By silvan life inhabited, +This awful maze of tree and thorn +Which Pampa's flowering groves adorn?” +He spoke: obedient to the eye +Of Rama, Lakshman made reply, +The name and fortune to unfold +Of Raghu's son the lofty-souled: +“True to the law, of fame unstained, +The glorious Daśaratha reigned, +And, steadfast in his duty, long +Kept the four castes550 from scathe and wrong. +Through his wide realm his will was done, +And, loved by all, he hated none. +Just to each creature great and small, +Like the Good Sire he cared for all. +The agnishṭom,551 as priests advised, +And various rites he solemnized, +Where ample largess ever paid +The Brahmans for their holy aid. +Here Rama stands, his heir by birth, +Whose name is glorious in the earth: +Sure refuge he of all oppressed, +Most faithful to his sire's behest. +He, Daśaratha's eldest born +Whom gifts above the rest adorn, +Lord of each high imperial sign,552 +The glory of his kingly line, +Reft of his right, expelled from home, +Came forth with me the woods to roam. +And Síta too, his faithful dame, +Forth with her virtuous husband came, +Like the sweet light when day is done +Still cleaving to her lord the sun. +And me his sweet perfections drew +To follow as his servant true. +Named Lakshman, brother of my lord +Of grateful heart with knowledge stored +Most meet is he all bliss to share, +Who makes the good of all his care. +While, power and lordship cast away, +In the wild wood he chose to stay, +A giant came,—his name unknown,— +And stole the princess left alone. +Then Diti's son553 who, cursed of yore, +The semblance of a Rakshas wore, +To King Sugríva bade us turn +The robber's name and home to learn. +For he, the Vanar chief, would know +The dwelling of our secret foe. +Such words of hope spake Diti's son, +And sought the heaven his deeds had won. +Thou hast my tale. From first to last +Thine ears have heard whate'er has past. +Rama the mighty lord and I +For refuge to Sugríva fly. +The prince whose arm bright glory gained, +O'er the whole earth as monarch reigned, +And richest gifts to others gave, +Is come Sugríva's help to crave; +Son of a king the surest friend +Of virtue, him who loved to lend +His succour to the suffering weak, +Is come Sugríva's aid to seek. +Yes, Raghu's son whose matchless hand +Protected all this sea-girt land, +The virtuous prince, my holy guide, +For refuge seeks Sugríva's side. +His favour sent on great and small +Should ever save and prosper all. +He now to win Sugríva's grace +Has sought his woodland dwelling-place. +[pg 328] +Son of a king of glorious fame;— +Who knows not Daśaratha's name?— +From whom all princes of the earth +Received each honour due to worth;— +Heir of that best of earthly kings, +Rama the prince whose glory rings +Through realms below and earth and skies, +For refuge to Sugríva flies. +Nor should the Vanar king refuse +The boon for which the suppliant sues, +But with his forest legions speed +To save him in his utmost need.” +Sumitra's son, his eyes bedewed +With piteous tears, thus sighed and sued. +Then, trained in all the arts that guide +The speaker, Hanuman replied: +“Yea, lords like you of wisest thought, +Whom happy fate has hither brought, +Who vanquish ire and rule each sense, +Must of our lord have audience. +Reft of his kingdom, sad, forlorn, +Once Bali's hate now Bali's scorn, +Defeated, severed from his spouse, +Wandering under forest boughs, +Child of the Sun, our lord and king +Sugríva will his succours bring, +And all our Vanar hosts combined +Will trace the dame you long to find.” +With gentle tone and winning grace +Thus spake the chief of Vanar race, +And then to Raghu's son he cried: +“Come, haste we to Sugríva's side.” +He spoke, and for his words so sweet +Good Lakshman paid all honour meet; +Then turned and cried to Raghu's son: +“Now deem thy task already done, +Because this chief of Vanar kind, +Son of the God who rules the wind, +Declares Sugríva's self would be +Assisted in his need by thee. +Bright gleams of joy his cheek o'erspread +As each glad word of hope he said; +And ne'er will one so valiant deign +To cheer our hearts with hope in vain.” +He spoke, and Hanuman the wise +Cast off his mendicant disguise, +And took again his Vanar form, +Son of the God of wind and storm. +High on his ample back in haste +Raghu's heroic sons he placed, +And turned with rapid steps to find +The sovereign of the Vanar kind. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_275.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_275.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ee503c8c379ee3ab33297fffc1e048748f1e09e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_275.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +Canto VI. The Tokens. + +From Rishyamúka's rugged side +To Malaya's hill the Vanar hied, +And to his royal chieftain there +Announced the coming of the pair: +“See, here with Lakshman Rama stands +Illustrious in a hundred lands. +Whose valiant heart will never quail +Although a thousand foes assail; +King Daśaratha's son, the grace +And glory of Ikshvaku's race. +Obedient to his father's will +He cleaves to sacred duty still. +With rites of royal pomp and pride +His sire the Fire-God gratified; +Ten hundred thousand kine he freed, +And priests enriched with ample meed; +And the broad land protected, famed +For truthful lips and passions tamed. +Through woman's guile his son has made +His dwelling in the forest shade, +Where, as he lived with every sense +Subdued in hermit abstinence, +Fierce Ravan stole his wife, and he +Is come a suppliant, lord, to thee. +Now let all honour due be paid +To these great chiefs who seek thine aid.” +Thus spake the Vanar prince, and, stirred +With friendly thoughts, Sugríva heard. +The light of joy his face o'erspread, +And thus to Raghu's son he said: +“O Prince, in rules of duty trained, +Caring for all with love unfeigned, +Hanúman's tongue has truly shown +The virtues that are thine alone. +My chiefest glory, gain, and bliss, +O stranger Prince, I reckon this, +That Raghu's son will condescend +To seek the Vanar for his friend. +If thou my true ally wouldst be +Accept the pledge I offer thee, +This hand in sign of friendship take, +And bind the bond we ne'er will break.” +He spoke, and joy thrilled Rama's breast; +Sugríva's hand he seized and pressed +And, transport beaming from his eye, +Held to his heart his new ally. +In wanderer's weed disguised no more, +His proper form Hanúman wore. +Then, wood with wood engendering,554 came +Neath his deft hands the kindled flame. +Between the chiefs that fire he placed +[pg 329] +With wreaths of flowers and worship graced. +And round its blazing glory went +The friends with slow steps reverent. +Thus each to other pledged and bound +In solemn league new transport found, +And bent upon his dear ally +The gaze he ne'er could satisfy. +“Friend of my soul art thou: we share +Each other's joy, each other's care;” +Thus in the bliss that thrilled his breast +Sugríva Raghu's son addressed. +From a high Sal a branch he tore +Which many a leaf and blossom bore, +And the fine twigs beneath them laid +A seat for him and Rama made. +Then Hanuman with joyous mind, +Son of the God who rules the wind, +To Lakshman gave, his seat to be, +The gay branch of a Sandal tree. +Then King Sugríva with his eyes +Still trembling with the sweet surprise +Of the great joy he could not hide, +To Raghu's noblest scion cried: +“O Rama, racked with woe and fear, +Spurned by my foes, I wander here. +Reft of my spouse, forlorn I dwell +Here in my forest citadel. +Or wild with terror and distress +Roam through the distant wilderness. +Vext by my brother Bali long +My soul has borne the scathe and wrong. +Do thou, whose virtues all revere, +Release me from my woe and fear. +From dire distress thy friend to free +Is a high task and worthy thee.” +He spoke, and Raghu's son who knew +All sacred duties men should do. +The friend of justice, void of guile, +Thus answered with a gentle smile: +“Great Vanar, friends who seek my aid +Still find their trust with fruit repaid. +Bali, thy foe, who stole away +Thy wife this vengeful hand shall slay. +These shafts which sunlike flash and burn, +Winged with the feathers of the hern, +Each swift of flight and sure and dread, +With even knot and pointed head, +Fierce as the crashing fire-bolt sent +By him who rules the firmament,555 +Shall reach thy wicked foe and like +Infuriate serpents hiss and strike. +Thou, Vanar King, this day shalt see +The foe who long has injured thee +Lie, like a shattered mountain, low, +Slain by the tempest of my bow.” +Thus Rama spake: Sugríva heard, +And mighty joy his bosom stirred: +As thus his champion he addressed: +“Now by thy favour, first and best +Of heroes, shall thy friend obtain +His realm and darling wife again +Recovered from the foe. +Check thou mine elder brother's might; +That ne'er again his deadly spite +May rob me of mine ancient right, +Or vex my soul with woe.” +The league was struck, a league to bring +To Síta fiends, and Vanar king556 +Apportioned bliss and bale. +Through her left eye quick throbbings shot,557 +Glad signs the lady doubted not, +That told their hopeful tale. +The bright left eye of Bali felt +An inauspicious throb that dealt +A deadly blow that day. +The fiery left eyes of the crew +Of demons felt the throb, and knew +The herald of dismay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_276.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_276.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c8c65a26c47b766bd4f759d871d293f575986870 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_276.txt @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +Canto VII. Rama Consoled. + +With joy that sprang from hope restored +To Rama spake the Vanar lord: +“I know, by wise Hanúman taught, +Why thou the lonely wood hast sought. +Where with thy brother Lakshman thou +Hast sojourned, bound by hermit vow; +Have heard how Síta, Janak's child, +Was stolen in the pathless wild, +How by a roving Rakshas she +Weeping was reft from him and thee; +How, bent on death, the giant slew +The vulture king, her guardian true, +And gave thy widowed breast to know +A solitary mourner's woe. +But soon, dear Prince, thy heart shall be +From every trace of sorrow free; +[pg 330] +For I thy darling will restore, +Lost like the prize of holy lore.558 +Yea, though in heaven the lady dwell, +Or prisoned in the depths of hell, +My friendly care her way shall track +And bring thy ransomed darling back. +Let this my promise soothe thy care, +Nor doubt the words I truly swear. +Saints, fiends, and dwellers of the skies +Shall find thy wife a bitter prize, +Like the rash child who rues too late +The treacherous lure of poisoned cate. +No longer, Prince, thy loss deplore: +Thy darling wife will I restore. +'Twas she I saw: my heart infers +That shrinking form was doubtless hers, +Which gaint Ravan, fierce and dread, +Bore swiftly through the clouds o'erhead +Still writhing in his strict embrace +Like helpless queen of serpent race,559 +And from her lips that sad voice came +Shrieking thine own and Lakshman's name. +High on a hill she saw me stand +With comrades twain on either hand. +Her outer robe to earth she threw, +And with it sent her anklets too. +We saw the glittering tokens fall, +We found them there and kept them all. +These will I bring: perchance thine eyes +The treasured spoils will recognize.” +He ceased: then Raghu's son replied +To the glad tale, and eager cried: +“Bring them with all thy speed: delay +No more, dear friend, but haste away.” +Thus Rama spoke. Sugríva hied +Within the mountain's caverned side, +Impelled by love that stirred each thought +The precious tokens quickly brought, +And said to Raghu's son: Behold +This garment and these rings of gold. +In Rama's hand with friendly haste +The jewels and the robe he placed. +Then, like the moon by mist assailed, +The tear-dimmed eyes of Rama failed; +That burst of woe unmanned his frame, +Woe sprung from passion for his dame, +And with his manly strength o'erthrown, +He fell and cried, Ah me! mine own! +Again, again close to his breast +The ornaments and robe he pressed, +While the quick pants that shook his frame +As from a furious serpent came. +On his dear brother standing nigh +He turned at length his piteous eye; +And, while his tears increasing ran, +In bitter wail he thus began: +“Look, brother, and behold once more +The ornaments and robe she wore, +Dropped while the giant bore away +In cruel arras his struggling prey, +Dropped in some quiet spot, I ween, +Where the young grass was soft and green; +For still untouched by spot or stain +Their former beauty all retain.” +He spoke with many a tear and sigh, +And thus his brother made reply: +“The bracelets thou hast fondly shown, +And earrings, are to me unknown, +But by long service taught I greet +The anklets of her honoured feet.”560 +Then to Sugríva Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, these words addressed: +“Say to what quarter of the sky +The cruel fiend was seen to fly, +Bearing afar my captured wife, +My darling dearer than my life. +Speak, Vanar King, that I may know +Where dwells the cause of all my woe; +The fiend for whose transgression all +The giants by this hand shall fall. +He who the Maithil lady stole +And kindled fury in my soul, +Has sought his fate in senseless pride +And opened Death's dark portal wide. +Then tell me, Vanar lord, I pray, +The dwelling of my foe, +And he, beneath this hand, to-day +To Yama's halls shall go.” +[pg 331] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_277.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_277.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef02ad7be71c7a14a8d6c40bbc7a93aca6b4a8fa --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_277.txt @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +Canto VIII. Rama's Promise. + +With longing love and woe oppressed +The Vanar chief he thus addressed: +And he, while sobs his utterance broke, +Raised up his reverent hands and spoke: +“O Raghu's son, I cannot tell +Where now that cruel fiend may dwell, +Declare his power and might, or trace +The author of his cursed race. +Still trust the promise that I make +And let thy breast no longer ache. +So will I toil, nor toil in vain, +That thou thy consort mayst regain. +So will I work with might and skill +That joy anew thy heart shall fill: +The valour of my soul display, +And Ravan and his legions slay. +Awake, awake! unmanned no more +Recall the strength was thine of yore. +Beseems not men like thee to wear +A weak heart yielding to despair. +Like troubles, too, mine eyes have seen, +Lamenting for a long-lost queen; +But, by despair unconquered yet, +My strength of mind I ne'er forget. +Far more shouldst thou of lofty soul +Thy passion and thy tears control, +When I, of Vanar's humbler strain, +Weep not for her in ceaseless pain. +Be firm, be patient, nor forget +The bounds the brave of heart have set +In loss, in woe, in strife, in fear, +When the dark hour of death is near. +Up! with thine own brave heart advise: +Not thus despond the firm and wise. +But he who gives his childish heart +To choose the coward's weakling part, +Sinks, like a foundered vessel, deep +In waves of woe that o'er him sweep. +See, suppliant hand to hand I lay, +And, moved by faithful love, I pray. +Give way no more to grief and gloom, +But all thy native strength resume. +No joy on earth, I ween, have they +Who yield their souls to sorrow's sway. +Their glory fades in slow decline: +'Tis not for thee to grieve and pine. +I do but hint with friendly speech +The wiser part I dare not teach. +This better path, dear friend, pursue, +And let not grief thy soul subdue.” +Sugríva thus with gentle art +And sweet words soothed the mourner's heart, +Who brushed off with his mantle's hem +Tears from the eyes bedewed with them. +Sugríva's words were not in vain, +And Rama was himself again, +Around the king his arms he threw +And thus began his speech anew: +“Whate'er a friend most wise and true, +Who counsels for the best, should do, +Whate'er his gentle part should be, +Has been performed, dear friend, by thee. +Taught by thy counsel, O my lord, +I feel my native strength restored. +A friend like thee is hard to gain, +Most rare in time of grief and pain. +Now strain thine utmost power to trace +The Maithil lady's dwelling place, +And aid me in my search to find +Fierce Ravan of the impious mind. +Trust thou, in turn, thy loyal friend, +And say what aid this arm can lend +To speed thy hopes, as fostering rain +Quickens in earth the scattered grain. +Deem not those words, that seemed to spring +From pride, are false, O Vanar King. +None from these lips has ever heard, +None e'er shall hear, one lying word. +Again I promise and declare, +Yea, by my truth, dear friend, I swear.” +Then glad was King Sugríva's breast, +And all his lords their joy confessed, +Stirred by sure hope of Rama's aid, +And promise which the prince had made. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_278.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_278.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..16159248fe2f03975e67c534f6909523b0a9e08c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_278.txt @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +Canto IX. Sugríva's Story.562 + +Doubt from Sugríva's heart had fled, +And thus to Raghu's son he said: +“No bliss the Gods of heaven deny. +Each views me with a favouring eye, +When thou, whom all good gifts attend, +Hast sought me and become my friend. +Leagued, friend, with thee in bold emprise +My arm might win the conquered skies; +And shall our banded strength be weak +To gain the realm which now I seek? +A happy fate was mine above +My kith and kin and all I love, +When, near the witness fire, I won +Thy friendship, Raghu's glorious son. +Thou too in ripening time shall see +Thy friend not all unworthy thee. +What gifts I have shall thus be shown: +Not mine the tongue to make them known. +Strong is the changeless bond that binds +The friendly faith of noble minds, +In woe, in danger, firm and sure +Their constancy and love endure. +Gold, silver, jewels rich and rare +They count as wealth for friends to share. +[pg 332] +Yea, be they rich or poor and low, +Blest with all joys or sunk in woe, +Stained with each fault or pure of blame, +Their friends the nearest place may claim; +For whom they leave, at friendship's call, +Their gold, their bliss, their homes and all.” +He spoke by generous impulse moved, +And Raghu's son his speech approved +Glancing at Lakshman by his side, +Like Indra in his beauty's pride. +The Vanar monarch saw the pair +Of mighty brothers standing there, +And turned his rapid eye to view +The forest trees that near him grew. +He saw, not far from where he stood, +A Sal tree towering o'er the wood. +Amid the thick leaves many a bee +Graced the scant blossoms of the tree, +From whose dark shade a bough, that bore +A load of leafy twigs, he tore, +Which on the grassy ground he laid +And seats for him and Rama made. +Hanúman saw them sit, he sought +A Sal tree's leafy bough and brought +The burthen, and with meek request +Entreated Lakshman, too, to rest. +There on the noble mountain's brow, +Strewn with the young leaves of the bough, +Sat Raghu's son in placid ease +Calm as the sea when sleeps the breeze. +Sugríva's heart with rapture swelled, +And thus, by eager love impelled, +He spoke in gracious tone, that, oft +Checked by his joy, was low and soft: +“I, by my brother's might oppressed, +By ceaseless woe and fear distressed, +Mourning my consort far away, +On Rishyamúka's mountain stray. +Expelled by Bali's cruel hate +I wander here disconsolate. +Do thou to whom all sufferers flee, +From his dread hand deliver me.” +He spoke, and Rama, just and brave, +Whose pious soul to virtue clave, +Smiled as in conscious might he eyed +The king of Vanars, and replied: +“Best fruit of friendship is the deed +That helps the friend in hour of need; +And this mine arm in death shall lay +Thy robber ere the close of day. +For see, these feathered darts of mine +Whose points so fiercely flash and shine, +And shafts with golden emblem, came +From dark woods known by Skanda's name,561 +Winged from the pinion of the hern +Like Indra's bolts they strike and burn. +With even knots and piercing head +Each like a furious snake is sped; +With these, to-day, before thine eye +Shall, like a shattered mountain, lie +Bali, thy dread and wicked foe, +O'erwhelmed in hideous overthrow.” +He spoke: Sugríva's bosom swelled +With hope and joy unparalleled. +Then his glad voice the Vanar raised, +And thus the son of Raghu praised: +“Long have I pined in depth of grief; +Thou art the hope of all, O chief. +Now, Raghu's son, I hail thee friend, +And bid thee to my woes attend; +For, by my truth I swear it, now +Not life itself is dear as thou, +Since by the witness fire we met +And friendly hand in hand was set. +Friend communes now with friend, and hence +I tell with surest confidence, +How woes that on my spirit weigh +Consume me through the night and day.” +For sobs and sighs he scarce could speak, +And his sad voice came low and weak, +As, while his eyes with tears o'erflowed, +The burden of his soul he showed. +Then by strong effort, bravely made, +The torrent of his tears he stayed, +Wiped his bright eyes, his grief subdued, +And thus, more calm, his speech renewed: +“By Bali's conquering might oppressed, +Of power and kingship dispossessed, +Loaded with taunts of scorn and hate +I left my realm and royal state. +He tore away my consort: she +Was dearer than my life to me, +And many a friend to me and mine +In hopeless chains was doomed to pine. +With wicked thoughts, unsated still, +Me whom he wrongs he yearns to kill; +And spies of Vanar race, who tried +To slay me, by this hand have died. +Moved by this constant doubt and fear +I saw thee, Prince, and came not near. +When woe and peril gather round +A foe in every form is found. +Save Hanuman, O Raghu's son, +And these, no friend is left me, none. +Through their kind aid, a faithful band +Who guard their lord from hostile hand, +Rest when their chieftain rests and bend +Their steps where'er he lists to wend,— +Through them alone, in toil and pain, +My wretched life I still sustain. +[pg 333] +Enough, for thou hast heard in brief +The story of my pain and grief. +His mighty strength all regions know, +My brother, but my deadly foe. +Ah, if the proud oppressor fell, +His death would all my woe dispel. +Yea, on my cruel conqueror's fall +My joy depends, my life, my all. +This were the end and sure relief, +O Rama, of my tale of grief. +Fair be his lot or dark with woe, +No comfort like a friend I know.” +Then Rama spoke: “O friend, relate +Whence sprang fraternal strife and hate, +That duly taught by thee, I may +Each foeman's strength and weakness weigh: +And skilled in every chance restore +The blissful state thou hadst before. +For, when I think of all the scorn +And bitter woe thou long hast borne, +My soul indignant swells with pain +Like waters flushed with furious rain. +Then, ere I string this bended bow, +Tell me the tale I long to know, +Ere from the cord my arrow fly, +And low in death thy foeman lie.” +He spoke: Sugríva joyed to hear, +Nor less his lords were glad of cheer: +And thus to Rama mighty-souled +The cause that moved their strife he told: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_279.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_279.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d4b7d9954a4f13a1e67143ee41d794d3c052fba0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_279.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto X. Sugríva's Story. + +“My brother, known by Bali's name, +Had won by might a conqueror's fame. +My father's eldest-born was he, +Well honoured by his sire and me. +My father died, and each sage lord +Named Bali king with one accord; +And he, by right of birth ordained, +The sovereign of the Vanars reigned. +He in his royal place controlled +The kingdom of our sires of old, +And I all faithful service lent +To aid my brother's government. +The fiend Mayaví,—him of yore +To Dundubhi563 his mother bore,— +For woman's love in strife engaged, +A deadly war with Bali waged. +When sleep had chained each weary frame +To vast Kishkindha564 gates he came, +And, shouting through the shades of night, +Challenged his foeman to the fight. +My brother heard the furious shout, +And wild with rage rushed madly out, +Though fain would I and each sad wife +Detain him from the deadly strife. +He burned his demon foe to slay, +And rushed impetuous to the fray. +His weeping wives he thrust aside, +And forth, impelled by fury, hied; +While, by my love and duty led, +I followed where my brother sped. +Mayaví looked, and at the sight +Fled from his foes in wild affright. +The flying fiend we quickly viewed, +And with swift feet his steps pursued. +Then rose the moon, whose friendly ray +Cast light upon our headlong way. +By the soft beams was dimly shown +A mighty cave with grass o'ergrown. +Within its depths he sprang, and we +The demon's form no more might see. +My brother's breast was all aglow +With fury when he missed the foe, +And, turning, thus to me he said +With senses all disquieted: +“Here by the cavern's mouth remain; +Keep ear and eye upon the strain, +While I the dark recess explore +And dip my brand in foeman's gore.” +I heard his angry speech, and tried +To turn him from his plan aside. +He made me swear by both his feet, +And sped within the dark retreat. +While in the cave he stayed, and I +Watched at the mouth, a year went by. +For his return I looked in vain, +And, moved by love, believed him slain. +I mourned, by doubt and fear distressed, +And greater horror seized my breast +When from the cavern rolled a flood, +A carnage stream of froth and blood; +And from the depths a sound of fear, +The roar of demons, smote mine ear; +But never rang my brother's shout +Triumphant in the battle rout. +I closed the cavern with a block, +Huge as a hill, of shattered rock. +Gave offerings due to Bali's shade, +And sought Kishkindha, sore dismayed. +Long time with anxious care I tried +From Bali's lords his fate to hide, +But they, when once the tale was known, +Placed me as king on Bali's throne. +There for a while I justly reigned +[pg 334] +And all with equal care ordained, +When joyous from the demon slain +My brother Bali came again. +He found me ruling in his stead, +And, fired with rage, his eyes grew red. +He slew the lords who made me king, +And spoke keen words to taunt and sting. +The kingly rank and power I held +My brother's rage with ease had quelled, +But still, restrained by old respect +For claims of birth, the thought I checked. +Thus having struck the demon down +Came Bali to his royal town. +With meek respect, with humble speech, +His haughty heart I strove to reach. +But all my arts were tried in vain, +No gentle word his lips would deign, +Though to the ground I bent and set +His feet upon my coronet: +Still Bali in his rage and pride +All signs of grace and love denied.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_28.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_28.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dfbfb3409b58696ba7cdb781fcc8e265998ffd98 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_28.txt @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +Canto XXIX. The Celestial Arms. + +Thus spoke the saint. Each vigorous word +The noble monarch's offspring heard, +And, reverent hands together laid, +His answer to the hermit made: +“My sire and mother bade me aye +Thy word, O mighty Saint, obey +So will I, O most glorious, kill +This Taḍaka who joys in ill, +For such my sire's, and such thy will. +To aid with mine avenging hand +The Brahmans, kine, and all the land, +Obedient, heart and soul, I stand.” +Thus spoke the tamer of the foe, +And by the middle grasped his bow. +Strongly he drew the sounding string +That made the distant welkin ring. +Scared by the mighty clang the deer +That roamed the forest shook with fear, +And Taḍaka the echo heard, +And rose in haste from slumber stirred. +In wild amaze, her soul aflame +With fury toward the spot she came. +When that foul shape of evil mien +And stature vast as e'er was seen +The wrathful son of Raghu eyed, +He thus unto his brother cried: +“Her dreadful shape, O Lakshman, see, +A form to shudder at and flee. +The hideous monster's very view +Would cleave a timid heart in two. +Behold the demon hard to smite, +Defended by her magic might. +My hand shall stay her course to-day, +And shear her nose and ears away. +No heart have I her life to take: +I spare it for her sex's sake. +My will is but, with minished force, +To check her in her evil course.” +While thus he spoke, by rage impelled +Roaring as she came nigh, +The fiend her course at Rama held +With huge arms tossed on high. +Her, rushing on, the seer assailed +With a loud cry of hate; +And thus the sons of Raghu hailed: +“Fight, and be fortunate.” +Then from the earth a horrid cloud +Of dust the demon raised, +And for awhile in darkling shroud +Wrapt Raghu's sons amazed. +Then calling on her magic power +The fearful fight to wage, +She smote him with a stony shower, +Till Rama burned with rage. +Then pouring forth his arrowy rain +That stony flood to stay, +[pg 041] +With winged darts, as she charged amain, +He shore her hands away. +As Taḍaka still thundered near +Thus maimed by Rama's blows, +Lakshman in fury severed sheer +The monster's ears and nose. +Assuming by her magic skill +A fresh and fresh disguise, +She tried a thousand shapes at will, +Then vanished from their eyes. +When Gadhi's son of high renown +Still saw the stony rain pour down +Upon each princely warrior's head, +With words of wisdom thus he said: +“Enough of mercy, Rama, lest +This sinful evil-working pest, +Disturber of each holy rite, +Repair by magic arts her might. +Without delay the fiend should die, +For, see, the twilight hour is nigh. +And at the joints of night and day +Such giant foes are hard to slay.” +Then Rama, skilful to direct +His arrow to the sound, +With shafts the mighty demon checked +Who rained her stones around. +She sore impeded and beset +By Rama and his arrowy net, +Though skilled in guile and magic lore, +Rushed on the brothers with a roar. +Deformed, terrific, murderous, dread, +Swift as the levin on she sped, +Like cloudy pile in autumn's sky, +Lifting her two vast arms on high, +When Rama smote her with a dart, +Shaped like a crescent, to the heart. +Sore wounded by the shaft that came +With lightning speed and surest aim, +Blood spouting from her mouth and side, +She fell upon the earth and died. +Soon as the Lord who rules the sky +Saw the dread monster lifeless lie, +He called aloud, Well done! well done! +And the Gods honoured Raghu's son. +Standing in heaven the Thousand-eyed, +With all the Immortals, joying cried: +“Lift up thine eyes, O Saint, and see +The Gods and Indra nigh to thee. +This deed of Rama's boundless might +Has filled our bosoms with delight, +Now, for our will would have it so, +To Raghu's son some favour show. +Invest him with the power which naught +But penance gains and holy thought, +Those heavenly arms on him bestow +To thee entrusted long ago +By great Kriśaśva best of kings, +Son of the Lord of living things. +More fit recipient none can be +Than he who joys it following thee; +And for our sakes the monarch's seed +Has yet to do a mighty deed.” +He spoke; and all the heavenly train +Rejoicing sought their homes again, +While honour to the saint they paid. +Then came the evening's twilight shade, +The best of hermits overjoyed +To know the monstrous fiend destroyed, +His lips on Rama's forehead pressed, +And thus the conquering chief addressed: +“O Rama gracious to the sight. +Here will we pass the present night, +And with the morrow's earliest ray +Bend to my hermitage our way.” +The son of Daśaratha heard, +Delighted, Viśvamitra's word, +And as he bade, that night he spent +In Taḍaka's wild wood, content. +And the grove shone that happy day, +Freed from the curse that on it lay, +Like Chaitraratha164 fair and gay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_280.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_280.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..821992b121e42cd2ac29786e05940d0141e4207e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_280.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ +Canto XI. Dundubhi. + +“I strove to soothe and lull to rest +The fury of his troubled breast: +“Well art thou come, dear lord,” I cried. +“By whose strong arm thy foe has died. +Forlorn I languished here, but now +My saviour and defence art thou. +Once more receive this regal shade565 +Like the full moon in heaven displayed; +And let the chouries,566 thus restored, +Wave glorious o'er the rightful lord. +I kept my watch, thy word obeyed, +And by the cave a year I stayed. +But when I saw that stream of blood +Rush from the cavern in a flood, +My sad heart broken with dismay, +And every wandering sense astray, +I barred the entrance with a stone,— +A crag from some high mountain thrown— +Turned from the spot I watched in vain, +And to Kishkindha came again. +My deep distress and downcast mien +By citizen and lord were seen. +They made me king against my will: +Forgive me if the deed was ill. +True as I ever was I see +My honoured king once more in thee; +I only ruled a while the state +When thou hadst left us desolate. +This town with people, lords, and lands, +Lay as a trust in guardian hands: +And now, my gracious lord, accept +The kingdom which thy servant kept. +Forgive me, victor of the foe, +Nor let thy wrath against me glow. +See joining suppliant hands I pray, +And at thy feet my head I lay. +Believe my words: against my will +The royal seat they made me fill. +Unkinged they saw the city, hence +They made me lord for her defence.” +But Bali, though I humbly sued, +Reviled me in his furious mood: +“Out on thee, wretch!” in wrath he cried +With many a bitter taunt beside. +He summoned every lord, and all +His subjects gathered at his call. +Then forth his burning anger broke, +And thus amid his friends he spoke: +“I need not tell, for well ye know, +How fierce Mayaví, fiend and foe, +Came to Kishkindha's gate by night, +And dared me in his wrath to fight. +I heard each word the demon said: +Forth from my royal hall I sped; +And, foe in brother's guise concealed, +Sugríva followed to the field. +The mighty demon through the shade +Beheld me come with one to aid: +Then shrinking from unequal fight, +He turned his back in swiftest flight. +From vengeful foes his life to save +He sought the refuge of a cave. +Then when I saw the fiend had fled +Within that cavern dark and dread, +Thus to my brother cruel-eyed, +Impatient in my wrath, I cried: +“I seek no more my royal town +Till I have struck the demon down. +Here by the cavern's mouth remain +Until my hand the foe have slain.” +Upon his faith my heart relied, +And swift within the depths I hied. +A year went by: in every spot +I sought the fiend, but found him not. +At length my foe I saw and slew, +Whom long I feared when lost to view; +And all his kinsmen by his side +Beneath my vengeful fury died. +The monster, as he reeled and fell, +Poured forth his blood with roar and yell; +And, filling all the cavern, dyed +The portal with the crimson tide. +Upon my foeman slain at last +One look, one pitying look, I cast. +I sought again the light of day: +The cave was closed and left no way. +To the barred mouth I sadly came, +And called aloud Sugríva's name. +But all was still: no voice replied, +[pg 335] +And hope within my bosom died. +With furious efforts, vain at first, +Through bars of rock my way I burst. +Then, free once more, the path that brought +My feet in safety home I sought. +'Twas thus Sugríva dared despise +The claim of brothers' friendly ties. +With crags of rock he barred me in, +And for himself the realm would win.” +Thus Bali spoke in words severe; +And then, unmoved by ruth or fear, +Left me a single robe and sent +His brother forth in banishment. +He cast me out with scathe and scorn, +And from my side my wife was torn. +Now in great fear and ill at ease +I roam this land with woods and seas, +Or dwell on Rishyamúka's hill, +And sorrow for my consort still. +Thou hast the tale how first arose +This bitter hate of brother foes. +Such are the griefs neath which I pine, +And all without a fault of mine. +O swift to save in hour of fear, +My prayer who dread this Bali, hear +With gracious love assistance deign, +And mine oppressor's arm restrain.” +Then Raghu's son, the good and brave, +With a gay laugh his answer gave: +“These shafts of mine which ne'er can fail, +Before whose sheen the sun grows pale, +Winged by my fury, fleet and fierce, +The wicked Bali's heart shall pierce. +Yea, mark the words I speak, so long +Shall live that wretch who joys in wrong, +Until these angered eyes have seen +The robber of thy darling queen. +I, taught by equal suffering, know +What waves of grief above thee flow. +This hand thy captive wife shall free, +And give thy kingdom back to thee.” +Sugríva joyed as Rama spoke, +And valour in his breast awoke. +His eye grew bright, his heart grew bold, +And thus his wondrous tale he told: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_281.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_281.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c186487e0b0f7b366a352724031a1d5893a6eaf6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_281.txt @@ -0,0 +1,345 @@ +Canto XII. The Palm Trees. + +“I doubt not, Prince, thy peerless might, +Armed with these shafts so keen and bright, +Like all-destroying fires of fate, +The worlds could burn and devastate. +But lend thou first thy mind and ear +Of Bali's power and might to hear. +How bold, how firm, in battle tried, +Is Bali's heart; and then decide. +From east to west, from south to north +On restless errand hurrying forth, +From farthest sea to sea he flies +Before the sun has lit the skies. +A mountain top he oft will seek, +Tear from its root a towering peak, +Hurl it aloft, as 'twere a ball, +And catch it ere to earth it fall. +And many a tree that long has stood +In health and vigour in the wood, +His single arm to earth will throw, +The marvels of his might to show. +Shaped like a bull, a monster bore +The name of Dundubhi of yore: +He matched in size a mountain height, +A thousand elephants in might. +By pride of wondrous gifts impelled, +And strength he deemed unparalleled, +To Ocean, lord of stream and brook, +Athirst for war, his way he took. +He reached the king of rolling waves +Whose gems are piled in sunless caves, +And threw his challenge to the sea; +“Come forth, O King, and fight with me.” +He spoke, and from his ocean bed +The righteous567 monarch heaved his head, +And gave, sedate, his calm reply +To him whom fate impelled to die: +“Not mine, not mine the power,” he cried, +“To cope with thee in battle tried; +But listen to my voice, and seek +The worthier foe of whom I speak. +The Lord of Hills, where hermits live +And love the home his forests give, +Whose child is Śankar's darling queen,568 +The King of Snows is he I mean. +Deep caves has he, and dark boughs shade +The torrent and the wild cascade. +From him expect the fierce delight +Which heroes feel in equal fight.” +He deemed that fear checked ocean's king, +And, like an arrow from the string, +To the wild woods that clothe the side +Of Lord Himalaya's hills he hied. +Then Dundubhi, with hideous roar, +Huge fragments from the summit tore +Vast as Airavat,569 white with snow, +And hurled them to the plains below. +Then like a white cloud soft, serene, +The Lord of Mountains' form was seen. +It sat upon a lofty crest, +And thus the furious fiend addressed: +“Beseems thee not, O virtue's friend, +My mountain tops to rive and rend; +[pg 336] +For I, the hermit's calm retreat, +For deeds of war am all unmeet.” +The demon's eye with rage grew red, +And thus in furious tone he said: +“If thou from fear or sloth decline +To match thy strength in war with mine, +Where shall I find a champion, say, +To meet me burning for the fray?” +He spoke: Himalaya, skilled in lore +Of eloquence, replied once more, +And, angered in his righteous mind, +Addressed the chief of demon kind: +“The Vanar Bali, brave and wise, +Son of the God who rules the skies,570 +Sways, glorious in his high renown, +Kishkindha his imperial town. +Well may that valiant lord who knows +Each art of war his might oppose +To thine, in equal battle set, +As Namuehi571 and Indra met. +Go, if thy soul desire the fray; +To Bali's city speed away, +And that unconquered hero meet +Whose fame is high for warlike feat.” +He listened to the Lord of Snow, +And, his proud heart with rage aglow, +Sped swift away and lighted down +By vast Kishkindha, Bali's town. +With pointed horns to strike and gore +The semblance of a bull he bore, +Huge as a cloud that downward bends +Ere the full flood of rain descends. +Impelled by pride and rage and hate, +He thundered at Kishkindha's gate; +And with his bellowing, like the sound +Of pealing drums, he shook the ground, +He rent the earth and prostrate threw +The trees that near the portal grew. +King Bali from the bowers within +Indignant heard the roar and din. +Then, moonlike mid the stars, with all +His dames he hurried to the wall; +And to the fiend this speech, expressed +In clear and measured words, addressed: +“Know me for monarch. Bali styled, +Of Vanar tribes that roam the wild. +Say why dost thou this gate molest, +And bellowing thus disturb our rest? +I know thee, mighty fiend: beware +And guard thy life with wiser care.” +He spoke: and thus the fiend returned, +While red with rage his eyeballs burned: +“What! speak when all thy dames are nigh +And hero-like thy foe defy? +Come, meet me in the fight this day, +And learn my strength by bold assay. +Or shall I spare thee, and relent +Until the coming night be spent? +Take then the respite of a night +And yield thee to each soft delight. +Then, monarch of the Vanar race +With loving arms thy friends embrace. +Gifts on thy faithful lords bestow, +Bid each and all farewell, and go. +Show in the streets once more thy face, +Install thy son to fill thy place. +Dally a while with each dear dame; +And then my strength thy pride shall tame +For, should I smite thee drunk with wine +Enamoured of those dames of thine, +Beneath diseases bowed and bent, +Or weak, unarmed, or negligent, +My deed would merit hate and scorn +As his who slays the child unborn.” +Then Bali's soul with rage was fired, +Queen Tara and the dames retired; +And slowly, with a laugh of pride, +The king of Vanars thus replied: +“Me, fiend, thou deemest drunk with wine: +Unless thy fear the fight decline, +Come, meet me in the fray, and test +The spirit of my valiant breast.” +He spoke in wrath and high disdain; +And, laying down his golden chain, +Gift of his sire Mahendra, dared +The demon, for the fray prepared; +Seized by the horns the monster, vast +As a huge hill, and held him fast, +Then fiercely dragged him round and round, +And, shouting, hurled him to the ground. +Blood streaming from his ears, he rose, +And wild with fury strove the foes. +Then Bali, match for Indra's might, +With every arm renewed the fight. +He fought with fists, and feet, and knees, +With fragments of the rock, and trees. +At last the monster's strength, assailed +By Śakra's572 conquering offspring, failed. +Him Bali raised with mighty strain +And dashed upon the ground again; +Where, bruised and shattered, in a tide +Of rushing blood, the demon died. +King Bali saw the lifeless corse, +And bending, with tremendous force +Raised the huge bulk from where it lay, +And hurled it full a league away. +As through the air the body flew, +Some blood-drops, caught by gales that blew, +Welled from his shattered jaw and fell +By Saint Matanga's hermit cell: +Matanga saw, illustrious sage, +Those drops defile his hermitage, +[pg 337] +And, as he marvelled whence they came, +Fierce anger filled his soul with flame: +“Who is the villain, evil-souled, +With childish thoughts unwise and bold, +Who is the impious wretch,” he cried, +“By whom my grove with blood is dyed?” +Thus spoke Matanga in his rage, +And hastened from the hermitage, +When lo, before his wondering eyes +Lay the dead bull of mountain size. +His hermit soul was nothing slow +The doer of the deed to know, +And thus the Vanar in a burst +Of wild tempestuous wrath he cursed: +“Ne'er let that Vanar wander here, +For, if he come, his death is near, +Whose impious hand with blood has dyed +The holy place where I abide, +Who threw this demon corse and made +A ruin of the pleasant shade. +If e'er he plant his wicked feet +Within one league of my retreat; +Yea, if the villain come so nigh +That very hour he needs must die. +And let the Vanar lords who dwell +In the dark woods that skirt my cell +Obey my words, and speeding hence +Find them some meeter residence. +Here if they dare to stay, on all +The terrors of my curse shall fall. +They spoil the tender saplings, dear +As children which I cherish here, +Mar root and branch and leaf and spray, +And steal the ripening fruit away. +One day I grant, no further hour, +To-morrow shall my curse have power, +And then each Vanar I may see +A stone through countless years shall be.” +The Vanars heard the curse and hied +From sheltering wood and mountain side. +King Bali marked their haste and dread, +And to the flying leaders said: +“Speak, Vanar chiefs, and tell me why +From Saint Matanga's grove ye fly +To gather round me: is it well +With all who in those woodlands dwell?” +He spoke: the Vanar leaders told +King Bali with his chain of gold +What curse the saint had on them laid, +Which drove them from their ancient shade. +Then royal Bali sought the sage, +With reverent hands to soothe his rage. +The holy man his suppliant spurned, +And to his cell in anger turned. +That curse on Bali sorely pressed, +And long his conscious soul distressed. +Him still the curse and terror keep +Afar from Rishyamúka's steep. +He dares not to the grove draw nigh, +Nay scarce will hither turn his eye. +We know what terrors warm him hence, +And roam these woods in confidence. +Look, Prince, before thee white and dry +The demon's bones uncovered lie, +Who, like a hill in bulk and length, +Fell ruind for his pride of strength. +See those high Sal trees seven in row +That droop their mighty branches low, +These at one grasp would Bali seize, +And leafless shake the trembling trees. +These tales I tell, O Prince, to show +The matchless power that arms the foe. +How canst thou hope to slay him? how +Meet Bali in the battle now?” +Sugríva spoke and sadly sighed: +And Lakshman with a laugh replied: +“What show of power, what proof and test +May still the doubts that fill thy breast?” +He spoke. Sugríva thus replied: +“See yonder Sal trees side by side. +King Bali here would take his stand +Grasping his bow with vigorous hand, +And every arrow, keen and true, +Would strike its tree and pierce it through. +If Rama now his bow will bend, +And through one trunk an arrow send; +Or if his arm can raise and throw +Two hundred measures of his bow, +Grasped by a foot and hurled through air, +The demon bull that moulders there, +My heart will own his might and fain +Believe my foe already slain.” +Sugríva spoke inflamed with ire, +Scanned Rama with a glance of fire, +Pondered a while in silent mood. +And thus again his speech renewed: +“All lands with Bali's glories ring, +A valiant, strong, and mighty king; +In conscious power unused to yield, +A hero first in every field. +His wondrous deeds his might declare, +Deeds Gods might scarcely do or dare; +And on this power reflecting still +I roam on Rishyamúka's hill. +Awed by my brother's might I rove, +In doubt and fear, from grove to grove, +While Hanuman, my chosen friend, +And faithful lords my steps attend; +And now, O true to friendship's tie, +I hail in thee my best ally. +My surest refuge from my foes, +And steadfast as the Lord of Snows. +Still, when I muse how strong and bold +Is cruel Bali, evil-souled, +But ne'er, O chief of Raghu's line, +Have seen what strength in war is thine, +Though in my heart I may not dare +Doubt thy great might, despise, compare, +Thoughts of his fearful deeds will rise +And fill my soul with sad surmise. +Speech, form, and trust which naught may move +[pg 338] +Thy secret strength and glory prove, +As smouldering ashes dimly show +The dormant fires that live below.” +He ceased: and Rama answered, while +Played o'er his lips a gracious smile: +“Not yet convinced? This clear assay +Shall drive each lingering doubt away.” +Thus Rama spoke his heart to cheer, +To Dundubhi's vast frame drew near: +He touched it with his foot in play +And sent it twenty leagues away. +Sugríva marked what easy force +Hurled through the air that demon's corse +Whose mighty bones were white and dried, +And to the son of Raghu cried: +“My brother Bali, when his might +Was drunk and weary from the fight, +Hurled forth the monster body, fresh +With skin and sinews, blood and flesh. +Now flesh and blood are dried away, +The crumbling bones are light as hay, +Which thou, O Raghu's son, hast sent +Flying through air in merriment. +This test alone is weak to show +If thou be stronger or the foe. +By thee a heap of mouldering bone, +By him the recent corse was thrown. +Thy strength, O Prince, is yet untried: +Come, pierce one tree: let this decide. +Prepare thy ponderous bow and bring +Close to thine ear the straining string. +On yonder Sal tree fix thine eye, +And let the mighty arrow fly, +I doubt not, chief, that I shall see +Thy pointed shaft transfix the tree. +Then come, assay the easy task, +And do for love the thing I ask. +Best of all lights, the Day-God fills +With glory earth and sky: +Himalaya is the lord of hills +That heave their heads on high. +The royal lion is the best +Of beasts that tread the earth; +And thou, O hero, art confessed +First in heroic worth.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_282.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_282.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9208e0dc3bf5024808b4e3a966e3b722db248530 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_282.txt @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +Canto XIII. The Return To Kishkindha. + +Then Rama, that his friend might know +His strength unrivalled, grasped his bow, +That mighty bow the foe's dismay,— +And on the string an arrow lay. +Next on the tree his eye he bent, +And forth the hurtling weapon went. +Loosed from the matchless hero's hold, +That arrow, decked with burning gold, +Cleft the seven palms in line, and through +The hill that rose behind them flew: +Six subterranean realms it passed, +And reached the lowest depth at last, +Whence speeding back through earth and air +It sought the quiver, and rested there.573 +Upon the cloven trees amazed, +The sovereign of the Vanars gazed. +With all his chains and gold outspread +Prostrate on earth he laid his head. +Then, rising, palm to palm he laid +In reverent act, obeisance made, +And joyously to Rama, best +Of war-trained chiefs, these words addressed: +“What champion, Raghu's son, may hope +With thee in deadly fight to cope, +Whose arrow, leaping from the bow, +Cleaves tree and hill and earth below? +Scarce might the Gods, arrayed for strife +By Indra's self, escape, with life +Assailed by thy victorious hand: +And how may Bali hope to stand? +All grief and care are past away, +And joyous thoughts my bosom sway, +Who have in thee a friend, renowned, +As Varun574 or as Indra, found. +Then on! subdue,—'tis friendship's claim,— +My foe who bears a brother's name. +Strike Bali down beneath thy feet: +With suppliant hands I thus entreat.” +Sugríva ceased, and Rama pressed +The grateful Vanar to his breast; +And thoughts of kindred feeling woke +In Lakshman's bosom, as he spoke: +“On to Kishkindha, on with speed! +Thou, Vanar King, our way shalt lead, +Then challenge Bali forth to fight. +Thy foe who scorns a brother's right.” +They sought Kishkindha's gate and stood +Concealed by trees in densest wood, +Sugríva, to the fight addressed, +More closely drew his cinctured vest, +And raised a wild sky-piercing shout +[pg 339] +To call the foeman Bali out. +Forth came impetuous Bali, stirred +To fury by the shout he heard. +So the great sun, ere night has ceased, +Springs up impatient to the east. +Then fierce and wild the conflict raged +As hand to hand the foes engaged, +As though in battle mid the stars +Fought Mercury and fiery Mars.575 +To highest pitch of frenzy wrought +With fists like thunderbolts they fought, +While near them Rama took his stand, +And viewed the battle, bow in hand. +Alike they stood in form and might, +Like heavenly Aśvins576 paired in fight, +Nor might the son of Raghu know +Where fought the friend and where the foe; +So, while his bow was ready bent, +No life-destroying shaft he sent. +Crushed down by Bali's mightier stroke +Sugríva's force now sank and broke, +Who, hoping naught from Rama's aid, +To Rishyamúka fled dismayed, +Weary, and faint, and wounded sore, +His body bruised and dyed with gore, +From Bali's blows, in rage and dread, +Afar to sheltering woods he fled. +Nor Bali farther dared pursue, +The curbing curse too well he knew. +“Fled from thy death!” the victor cried, +And home the mighty warrior hied. +Hanúman, Lakshman, Raghu's son +Beheld the conquered Vanar run, +And followed to the sheltering shade +Where yet Sugríva stood dismayed. +Near and more near the chieftains came, +Then, for intolerable shame, +Not daring yet to lift his eyes, +Sugríva spoke with burning sighs: +“Thy matchless strength I first beheld, +And dared my foe, by thee impelled. +Why hast thou tried me with deceit +And urged me to a sure defeat? +Thou shouldst have said, “I will not slay +Thy foeman in the coming fray.” +For had I then thy purpose known +I had not waged the fight alone.” +The Vanar sovereign, lofty-souled, +In plaintive voice his sorrows told. +Then Rama spake: “Sugríva, list, +All anger from thy heart dismissed, +And I will tell the cause that stayed +Mine arrow, and withheld the aid. +In dress, adornment, port, and height, +In splendour, battle-shout, and might, +No shade of difference could I see +Between thy foe, O King, and thee. +So like was each, I stood at gaze, +My senses lost in wildering maze, +Nor loosened from my straining bow +A deadly arrow at the foe, +Lest in my doubt the shaft should send +To sudden death our surest friend. +O, if this hand in heedless guilt +And rash resolve thy blood had spilt, +Through every land, O Vanar King, +My wild and foolish act would ring. +Sore weight of sin on him must lie +By whom a friend is made to die; +And Lakshman, I, and Síta, best +Of dames, on thy protection rest. +On, warrior! for the fight prepare; +Nor fear again thy foe to dare. +Within one hour thine eye shall view +My arrow strike thy foeman through; +Shall see the stricken Bali lie +Low on the earth, and gasp and die. +But come, a badge about thee bind, +O monarch of the Vanar kind, +That in the battle shock mine eyes +The friend and foe may recognize. +Come, Lakshman, let that creeper deck +With brightest bloom Sugríva's neck, +And be a happy token, twined +Around the chief of lofty mind.” +Upon the mountain slope there grew +A threading creeper fair to view, +And Lakshman plucked the bloom and round +Sugríva's neck a garland wound. +Graced with the flowery wreath he wore, +The Vanar chief the semblance bore +Of a dark cloud at close of day +Engarlanded with cranes at play, +In glorious light the Vanar glowed +As by his comrade's side he strode, +And, still on Rama's word intent, +His steps to great Kishkindha bent. +[pg 340] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_283.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_283.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..836d5558bb4f78ea279884acdb62d0daf6d320e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_283.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto XIV. The Challenge. + +Thus with Sugríva, from the side +Of Rishyamúka, Rama hied, +And stood before Kishkindha's gate +Where Bali kept his regal state. +The hero in his warrior hold +Raised his great bow adorned with gold, +And drew his pointed arrow bright +As sunbeams, finisher of fight. +Strong-necked Sugríva led the way +With Lakshman mighty in the fray. +Nala and Níla came behind +With Hanuman of lofty mind, +And valiant Tara, last in place, +A leader of the Vanar race. +They gazed on many a tree that showed +The glory of its pendent load, +And brook and limpid rill that made +Sweet murmurs as they seaward strayed. +They looked on caverns dark and deep, +On bower and glen and mountain steep, +And saw the opening lotus stud +With roseate cup the crystal flood, +While crane and swan and coot and drake +Made pleasant music on the lake, +And from the reedy bank was heard +The note of many a happy bird. +In open lawns, in tangled ways, +They saw the tall deer stand at gaze, +Or marked them free and fearless roam, +Fed with sweet grass, their woodland home. +At times two flashing tusks between +The wavings of the wood were seen, +And some mad elephant, alone, +Like a huge moving hill, was shown. +And scarcely less in size appeared +Great monkeys all with dust besmeared. +And various birds that roam the skies, +And silvan creatures, met their eyes, +As through the wood the chieftains sped, +And followed where Sugríva led. +Then Rama, as their way they made, +Saw near at hand a lovely shade, +And, as he gazed upon the trees, +Spake to Sugríva words like these; +“Those stately trees in beauty rise, +Fair as a cloud in autumn skies. +I fain, my friend, would learn from thee +What pleasant grove is that I see.” +Thus Rama spake, the mighty souled; +And thus his tale Sugríva told: +“That, Rama, is a wide retreat +That brings repose to weary feet. +Bright streams and fruit and roots are there, +And shady gardens passing fair. +There, neath the roof of hanging boughs, +The sacred Seven maintained their vows. +Their heads in dust were lowly laid, +In streams their nightly beds were made. +Each seventh night they broke their fast, +But air was still their sole repast, +And when seven hundred years were spent +To homes in heaven the hermits went. +Their glory keeps the garden yet, +With walls of stately trees beset. +Scarce would the Gods and demons dare, +By Indra led, to enter there. +No beast that roams the wood is found, +No bird of air, within the bound; +Or, thither if they idly stray, +They find no more their homeward way. +You hear at times mid dulcet tones +The chime of anklets, rings, and zones. +You hear the song and music sound, +And heavenly fragrance breathes around, +There duly burn the triple fires577 +Where mounts the smoke in curling spires, +And, in a dun wreath, hangs above +The tall trees, like a brooding dove. +Round branch and crest the vapours close +Till every tree enveloped shows +A hill of lazulite when clouds +Hang round it with their misty shrouds. +With Lakshman, lord of Raghu's line, +In reverent guise thine head incline, +And with fixt heart and suppliant hand +Give honour to the sainted band. +They who with faithful hearts revere +The holy Seven who harboured here, +Shall never, son of Raghu, know +In all their lives an hour of woe.” +Then Rama and his brother bent, +And did obeisance reverent +With suppliant hand and lowly head, +Then with Sugríva onward sped. +Beyond the sainted Seven's abode +Far on their way the chieftains strode, +And great Kishkindha's portal gained, +The royal town where Bali reigned. +Then by the gate they took their stand +All ready armed a noble band, +And burning every one +To slay in battle, hand to hand, +Their foeman, Indra's son. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_284.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_284.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..784c012e70a455b88f643933431fdc8299bf4aee --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_284.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XV. Tara. + +They stood where trees of densest green +Wove round their forms a veiling screen. +O'er all the garden's pleasant shade +The eyes of King Sugríva strayed, +[pg 341] +And, as on grass and tree he gazed, +The fires of wrath within him blazed. +Then like a mighty cloud on high, +When roars the tempest through the sky, +Girt by his friends he thundered out +His dread sky-rending battle-shout +Like some proud lion in his gait, +Or as the sun begins his state, +Sugríva let his quick glance rest +On Rama whom he thus addressed: +“There is the seat of Bali's sway, +Where flags on wall and turret play, +Which mighty bands of Vanars hold, +Rich in all arms and store of gold. +Thy promise to thy mind recall +That Bali by thy hand shall fall. +As kindly fruits adorn the bough. +So give my hopes their harvest now.” +In suppliant tone the Vanar prayed, +And Raghu's son his answer made: +“By Lakshman's hand this flowery twine +Was wound about thee for a sign. +The wreath of giant creeper throws +About thy form its brillant glows, +As though about the sun were set +The bright stars for a coronet. +One shaft of mine this day, dear friend, +Thy sorrow and thy fear shall end. +And, from the bowstring freed, shall be +Giver of freedom, King, to thee. +Then come, Sugríva, quickly show, +Where'er he lie, thy bitter foe; +And let my glance the wretch descry +Whose deeds, a brother's name belie. +Yea, soon in dust and blood o'erthrown +Shall Bali fall and gasp and groan. +Once let this eye the foeman see, +Then, if he live to turn and flee, +Despise my puny strength, and shame +With foul opprobrium Rama's name. +Hast thou not seen his hand, O King, +Through seven tall trees one arrow wing? +Still in that strength securely trust, +And deem thy foeman in the dust. +In all my days, though surely tried +By grief and woe, I ne'er have lied; +And still by duty's law restrained +Will ne'er with falsehood's charge be stained. +Cast doubt away: the oath I sware +Its kindly fruit shall quickly bear, +As smiles the land with golden grain +By mercy of the Lord of rain. +Oh, warrior to the gate I defy +Thy foe with shout and battle-cry, +Till Bali with his chain of gold +Come speeding from his royal hold. +Proud hearts, with warlike fire aglow, +Brook not the challenge of a foe: +Each on his power and might relies, +And most before his ladies eyes. +King Bali loves the fray too well +To linger in his citadel, +And, when he hears thy battle-shout, +All wild for war will hasten out.” +He spoke. Sugríva raised a cry +That shook and rent the echoing sky, +A shout so fierce and loud and dread +That stately bulls in terror fled, +Like dames who fly from threatened stain +In some ignoble monarch's reign. +The deer in wild confusion ran +Like horses turned in battle's van. +Down fell the birds, like Gods who fall +When merits fail,578 at that dread call. +So fiercely, boldened for the fray, +The offspring of the Lord of Day +Sent forth his furious shout as loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud, +Or, where the gale blows fresh and free, +The roaring of the troubled sea. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_285.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_285.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e9efadc4291600f2d297821aef9a7ccf8350bb95 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_285.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto XVI. The Fall Of Bali. + +That shout, which shook the land with fear, +In thunder smote on Bali's ear, +Where in the chamber barred and closed +The sovereign with his dame reposed. +Each amorous thought was rudely stilled, +And pride and rage his bosom filled. +His angry eyes flashed darkly red, +And all his native brightness fled, +As when, by swift eclipse assailed, +The glory of the sun has failed. +While in his fury uncontrolled +He ground his teeth, his eyeballs rolled, +He seemed a lake wherein no gem +Of blossom decks the lotus stem. +He heard, and with indignant pride +Forth from the bower the Vanar hied. +And the earth trembled at the beat +And fury of his hastening feet. +But Tara to her consort flew, +Her loving arms around him threw, +And trembling and bewildered, gave +Wise counsel that might heal and save: +“O dear my lord, this rage control +That like a torrent floods thy soul, +And cast these idle thoughts away +Like faded wreath of yesterday, +O tarry till the morning light, +Then, if thou wilt, go forth and fight. +[pg 342] +Think not I doubt thy valour, no; +Or deem thee weaker than thy foe, +Yet for a while would have thee stay +Nor see thee tempt the fight to-day. +Now list, my loving lord, and learn +The reason why I bid thee turn. +Thy foeman came in wrath and pride, +And thee to deadly fight defied. +Thou wentest out: he fought, and fled +Sore wounded and discomfited. +But yet, untaught by late defeat, +He comes his conquering foe to meet, +And calls thee forth with cry and shout: +Hence spring, my lord, this fear and doubt. +A heart so bold that will not yield, +But yearns to tempt the desperate field, +Such loud defiance, fiercely pressed, +On no uncertain hope can rest. +So lately by thine arm o'erthrown, +He comes not back, I ween, alone. +Some mightier comrade guards his side, +And spurs him to this burst of pride. +For nature made the Vanar wise: +On arms of might his hope relies; +And never will Sugríva seek +A friend whose power to save is weak. +Now listen while my lips unfold +The wondrous tale my Angad told. +Our child the distant forest sought, +And, learnt from spies, the tidings brought. +Two sons of Daśaratha, sprung +From old Ikshvaku, brave and young, +Renowned in arms, in war untamed— +Rama and Lakshman are they named— +Have with thy foe Sugríva made +A league of love and friendly aid. +Now Rama, famed for exploit high, +Is bound thy brother's firm ally, +Like fires of doom579 that ruin all +He makes each foe before him fall. +He is the suppliant's sure defence, +The tree that shelters innocence. +The poor and wretched seek his feet: +In him the noblest glories meet. +With skill and knowledge vast and deep +His sire's commands he loved to keep; +With princely gifts and graces stored +As metals deck the Mountains' Lord.580 +Thou canst not, O my hero, stand +Before the might of Rama's hand; +For none may match his powers or dare +With him in deeds of war compare. +Hear, I entreat, the words I say, +Nor lightly turn my rede away. +O let fraternal discord cease, +And link you in the bonds of peace. +Let consecrating rites ordain +Sugríva partner of thy reign. +Let war and thoughts of conflict end, +And be thou his and Rama's friend, +Each soft approach of love begin, +And to thy soul thy brother win; +For whether here or there he be, +Thy brother still, dear lord, is he. +Though far and wide these eyes I strain +A friend like him I seek in vain. +Let gentle words his heart incline, +And gifts and honours make him thine, +Till, foes no more, in love allied, +You stand as brothers side by side. +Thou in high rank wast wont to hold +Sugríva, formed in massive mould; +Then come, thy brother's love regain, +For other aids are weak and vain. +If thou would please my soul, and still +Preserve me from all fear and ill, +I pray thee by thy love be wise +And do the thing which I advise. +Assuage thy fruitless wrath, and shun +The mightier arms of Raghu's son; +For Indra's peer in might is he, +A foe too strong, my lord, for thee.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_286.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_286.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6ee95d6a798a967a53f08224718046359971f8e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_286.txt @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +Canto XVII. Bali's Speech. + +Thus Tara with the starry eyes581 +Her counsel gave with burning sighs. +But Bali, by her prayers unmoved, +Spurned her advice, and thus reproved: +“How may this insult, scathe, and scorn +By me, dear love, be tamely born? +My brother, yea my foe, comes nigh +And dares me forth with shout and cry. +Learn, trembler! that the valiant, they +Who yield no step in battle fray, +Will die a thousand deaths but ne'er +An unavenged dishonour bear. +Nor, O my love, be thou dismayed +Though Rama lend Sugríva aid, +For one so pure and duteous, one +Who loves the right, all sin will shun, +Release me from thy soft embrace, +And with thy dames thy steps retrace: +Enough already, O mine own, +Of love and sweet devotion shown. +Drive all thy fear and doubt away; +I seek Sugríva in the fray +His boisterous rage and pride to still, +And tame the foe I would not kill. +My fury, armed with brandished trees, +Shall strike Sugríva to his knees: +[pg 343] +Nor shall the humbled foe withstand +The blows of my avenging hand, +When, nerved by rage and pride, I beat +The traitor down beneath my feet. +Thou, love, hast lent thine own sweet aid, +And all thy tender care displayed; +Now by my life, by these who yearn +To serve thee well, I pray thee turn. +But for a while, dear dame, I go +To come triumphant o'er the foe.” +Thus Bali spake in gentlest tone: +Soft arms about his neck were thrown; +Then round her lord the lady went +With sad steps slow and reverent. +She stood in solemn guise to bless +With prayers for safety and success, +Then with her train her chamber sought +By grief and racking fear distraught. +With serpent's pantings fierce and fast +King Bali from the city passed. +His glance, as each quick breath he drew, +Around to find the foe he threw, +And saw where fierce Sugríva showed +His form with golden hues that glowed, +And, as a fire resplendent, stayed +To meet his foe in arms arrayed. +When Bali, long-armed chieftain, found +Sugríva stationed on the ground, +Impelled by warlike rage he braced +His warrior garb about his waist, +And with his mighty arm raised high +Rushed at Sugríva with a cry. +But when Sugríva, fierce and bold, +Saw Bali with his chain of gold, +His arm he heaved, his hand he closed, +And face to face his foe opposed. +To him whose eyes with fury shone, +In charge impetuous rushing on, +Skilled in each warlike art and plan, +Bali with hasty words began: +“My ponderous hand, to fight addressed +With fingers clenched and arm compressed +Shall on thy death doomed brow descend +And, crashing down, thy life shall end.” +He spoke; and wild with rage and pride, +The fierce Sugríva thus replied: +“Thus let my arm begin the strife +And from thy body crush the life.” +Then Bali, wounded and enraged, +With furious blows the battle waged. +Sugríva seemed, with blood-streams dyed, +A hill with fountains in his side. +But with his native force unspent +A Sal tree from the earth he rent, +And like the bolt of Indra smote +On Bali's head and chest and throat. +Bruised by the blows he could not shield, +Half vanquished Bali sank and reeled, +As sinks a vessel with her freight +Borne down by overwhelming weight. +Swift as Suparna's582 swiftest flight +In awful strength they rushed to fight: +So might the sun and moon on high +Encountering battle in the sky. +Fierce and more fierce, as fought the foes, +The furious rage of combat rose. +They warred with feet and arms and knees, +With nails and stones and boughs and trees, +And blows descending fast as rain +Dyed each dark form with crimson stain, +While like two thunder-clouds they met +With battle-cry and shout and threat. +Then Rama saw Sugríva quail, +Marked his worn strength grow weak and fail. +Saw how he turned his wistful eye +To every quarter of the sky. +His friend's defeat he could not brook, +Bent on his shaft an eager look, +Then burned to slay the conquering foe, +And laid his arrow on the bow. +As to an orb the bow he drew +Forth from the string the arrow flew +Like Fate's tremendous discus hurled +By Yama583 forth to end the world. +So loud the din that every bird +The bow-string's clans with terror heard, +And wildly fled the affrighted deer +As though the day of doom were near. +So, deadly as the serpent's fang, +Forth from the string the arrow sprang. +Like the red lightning's flash and flame +It flew unerring to its aim, +And, hissing murder through the air, +Pierced Bali's breast, and quivered there. +Struck by the shaft that flew so well +The mighty Vanar reeled and fell, +As earthward Indra's flag they pull +When Aśvíní's fair moon is full.584 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_287.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_287.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e18a392fac017fc806ab2fe48151a6d8277865bd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_287.txt @@ -0,0 +1,217 @@ +Canto XVIII. Rama's Reply. + +Like some proud tree before the blast +Brave Bali to the ground was cast, +Where prostrate in the dust he rolled +Clad in the sheen of glistening gold, +[pg 344] +As when uptorn the standard lies +Of the great God who rules the skies. +When low upon the earth was laid +The lord whom Vanar tribes obeyed, +Dark as a moonless sky no more +His land her joyous aspect wore. +Though low in dust and mire was rolled +The form of Bali lofty-souled, +Still life and valour, might and grace +Clung to their well-loved dwelling-place. +That golden chain with rich gems set, +The choicest gift of Sakra,585 yet +Preserved his life nor let decay +Steal strength and beauty's light away. +Still from that chain divinely wrought +His dusky form a glory caught, +As a dark cloud, when day is done, +Made splendid by the dying sun. +As fell the hero, crushed in fight, +There beamed afar a triple light +From limbs, from chain, from shaft that drank +His life-blood as the warrior sank. +The never-failing shaft, impelled +By the great bow which Rama held, +Brought bliss supreme, and lit the way +To Brahma's worlds which ne'er decay.586 +Rama and Lakshman nearer drew +The mighty fallen foe to view, +Mahendra's son, the brave and bold, +The monarch with his chain of gold, +With lustrous face and tawny eyes, +Broad chest, and arms of wondrous size, +Like Lord Mahendra fierce in fight, +Or Vishnu's never-conquered might, +Now fallen like Yayati587 sent +From heaven, his store of merit spent, +Like the bright flame that pales and dies, +Like the great sun who fires the skies, +Doomed in the general doom to fall +When time shall end and ruin all. +The wounded Bali, when he saw +Rama and Lakshman nearer draw, +Keen words to Raghu's son, impressed +With justice' holy stamp, addressed: +“What fame, from one thou hast not slain +In front of battle, canst thou gain, +Whose secret hand has laid me low +When madly fighting with my foe? +From every tongue thy glory rings, +A scion of a line of kings, +True to thy vows, of noblest race, +With every gentle gift and grace: +Whose tender heart for woe can feel, +And joy in every creature's weal: +Whose breast with high ambition swells, +Knows duty's claim and ne'er rebels. +They praise thy valour, patience, ruth, +Thy firmness, self-restraint, and truth: +Thy hand prepared for sin's control, +All virtues of a princely soul. +I thought of all these gifts of thine, +And glories of an ancient line, +I set my Tara's tears at naught, +I met Sugríva and we fought. +O Rama, till this fatal morn +I held that thou wouldst surely scorn +To strike me as I fought my foe +And thought not of a stranger's blow, +But now thine evil heart is shown, +A yawning well with grass o'ergrown. +Thou wearest virtue's badge,588 but guile +And meanest sin thy soul defile. +I took thee not for treacherous fire, +A sinner clad in saint's attire; +Nor deemed thou idly wouldst profess +The show and garb of righteousness. +In fenced town, in open land, +Ne'er hast thou suffered at this hand, +Nor canst of proud contempt complain: +Then wherefore is the guiltless slain? +My harmless life in woods I lead, +On forest fruits and roots I feed. +My foeman in the field I sought, +And ne'er with thee, O Rama, fought. +Upon thy limbs, O King, I see +The raiment of a devotee; +And how can one like thee, who springs +From a proud line of ancient kings, +Beneath fair virtue's mask, disgrace +His lineage by a deed so base? +From Raghu is thy long descent, +For duteous deeds prëeminent: +Why, sinner clad in saintly dress, +Roamest thou through the wilderness? +Truth, valour, justice free from spot, +The hand that gives and grudges not, +The might that strikes the sinner down, +These bring a prince his best renown. +Here in the woods, O King, we live +On roots and fruit which branches give.589 +[pg 345] +Thus nature framed our harmless race: +Thou art a man supreme in place. +Silver and gold and land provoke +The fierce attack, the robber's stroke, +Canst thou desire this wild retreat, +The berries and the fruit we eat? +'Tis not for mighty kings to tread +The flowery path, by pleasure led. +Theirs be the arm that crushes sin, +Theirs the soft grace to woo and win: +The steadfast will that guides the state, +Wise favour to the good and great; +And for all time are kings renowned +Who blend these arts and ne'er confound. +But thou art weak and swift to ire, +Unstable, slave of each desire. +Thou tramplest duty in the dust, +And in thy bow is all thy trust. +Thou carest naught for noble gain, +And treatest virtue with disdain, +While every sense its captive draws +To follow pleasure's changing laws. +I wronged thee not in word or deed, +But by thy deadly dart I bleed. +What wilt thou, mid the virtuous, say +To purge thy lasting stain away? +All these, O King, must sink to hell, +The regicide, the infidel, +He who in blood and slaughter joys, +A Brahman or a cow destroys, +Untimely weds in law's despite +Scorning an elder brother's right,590 +Who dares his Teacher's bed ascend, +The miser, spy, and treacherous friend. +These impious wretches, one and all, +Must to the hell of sinners fall. +My skin the holy may not wear, +Useless to thee my bones and hair; +Nor may my slaughtered body be +The food of devotees like thee. +These five-toed things a man may slay +And feed upon the fallen prey; +The mailed rhinoceros may die, +And, with the hare his food supply. +Iguanas he may kill and eat, +With porcupine and tortoise meat.591 +But all the wise account it sin +To touch my bones and hair and skin. +My flesh they may not eat; and I +A useless prey, O Rama, die. +In vain my Tara reasoned well, +On dull deaf ears her counsel fell. +I scorned her words though sooth and sweet, +And hither rushed my fate to meet. +Ah for the land thou rulest! she +Finds no protection, lord, from thee, +Neglected like some noble dame +By a vile husband dead to shame. +Mean-hearted coward, false and vile, +Whose cruel soul delights in guile, +Could Daśaratha, noblest king, +Beget so mean and base a thing? +Alas! an elephant, in form +Of Rama, in a maddening storm +Of passion casting to the ground +The girth of law592 that clipped him round, +Too wildly passionate to feel +The prick of duty's guiding steel,593 +Has charged me unawares, and dead +I fall beneath his murderous tread. +How, stained with this my base defeat, +How wilt thou dare, where good men meet, +To speak, when every tongue will blame +With keen reproach this deed of shame? +Such hero strength and valour, shown +Upon the innocent alone, +Thou hast not proved in manly strife +On him who robbed thee of thy wife. +Hadst thou but fought in open field +And met me boldly unconcealed, +This day had been thy fate to fall, +Slain by this hand, to Yama's hall. +In vain I strove, and struck by thee +Fell by a hand I could not see. +Thus bites a snake, for sins of yore, +A sleeping man who wakes no more. +Sugríva's foeman thou hast killed, +And thus his heart's desire fulfilled; +But, Rama, hadst thou sought me first, +And told the hope thy soul has nursed, +That very day had I restored +The Maithil lady to her lord; +And, binding Ravan with a chain, +Had laid him at thy feet unslain. +[pg 346] +Yea, were she sunk in deepest hell, +Or whelmed beneath the ocean's swell, +I would have followed on her track +And brought the rescued lady back, +As Hayagríva594 once set free +From hell the white Aśvatarí.595 +That when my spirit wings its flight +Sugríva reign, is just and right. +But most unjust, O King, that I, +Slain by thy treacherous hand, should lie. +Be still, my heart: this earthly state +Is darkly ruled by sovereign Fate. +The realm is lost and won: defy +Thy questioners with apt reply.”596 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_288.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_288.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c0e46d63cd08f54aa967e207bf3e83351efc27bb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_288.txt @@ -0,0 +1,254 @@ +Canto XIX. Tara's Grief. + +He ceased: and Rama's heart was stirred +At every keen reproach he heard. +There Bali lay, a dim dark sun, +His course of light and glory run: +Or like the bed of Ocean dried +Of his broad floods from side to side, +Or helpless, as the dying fire, +Hushed his last words of righteous ire. +Then Rama, with his spirit moved, +The Vanar king in turn reproved: +“Why dost thou, Bali, thus revile, +And castest not a glance the while +On claims of duty, love, and gain, +And customs o'er the world that reign? +Why dost thou blame me, rash and blind, +Fickle as all thy Vanar kind, +Slighting each rule of ancient days +Which all the good and prudent praise? +This land, each hill and woody chase, +Belongs to old Ikshvaku's race: +With bird and beast and man, the whole +Is ours to cherish and control. +Now Bharat, prompt at duty's call, +Wise, just, and true, is lord of all. +Each claim of law, love, gain he knows, +And wrath and favour duly shows. +A king from truth who never bends, +And grace with vigour wisely blends; +With valour worthy of his race, +He knows the claims of time and place. +Now we and other kings of might, +By his ensample taught aright, +The lands of every region tread +That justice may increase and spread. +While royal Bharat, wise and just, +Rules the broad earth, his glorious trust, +Who shall attempt, while he is lord, +A deed by Justice held abhorred? +We now, as Bharat has decreed, +Let justice guide our every deed, +And toil each sinner to repress +Who scorns the way of righteousness. +Thou from that path hast turned aside, +And virtue's holy law defied, +Left the fair path which kings should tread, +And followed pleasure's voice instead. +The man who cleaves to duty's law +Regards these three with filial awe— +The sire, the elder brother, third +Him from whose lips his lore he heard. +Thus too, for duty's sake, the wise +Regard with fond paternal eyes +The well-loved younger brother, one +Their lore has ripened, and a son. +Fine are the laws which guide the good, +Abstruse, and hardly understood; +Only the soul, enthroned within +The breast of each, knows right from sin. +But thou art wild and weak of soul, +And spurnest, like thy race, control; +The true and right thou canst not find, +The blind consulting with the blind. +Incline thine ear and I will teach +The cause that prompts my present speech. +This tempest of thy soul assuage, +Nor blame me in thine idle rage. +On this great sin thy thoughts bestow, +The sin for which I lay thee low. +Thou, Bali, in thy brother's life +Hast robbed him of his wedded wife, +And keepest, scorning ancient right, +His Ruma for thine own delight. +Thy son's own wife should scarcely be +More sacred in thine eyes than she. +All duty thou hast scorned, and hence +Comes punishment for dire offence. +For those who blindly do amiss +There is, I ween, no way but this: +To check the rash who dare to stray +From customs which the good obey, +I may not, sprung of Kshatriya line, +[pg 347] +Forgive this heinous sin of thine: +The laws for those who sin like thee +The penalty of death decree. +Now Bharat rules with sovereign sway, +And we his royal word obey. +There was no hope of pardon, none, +For the vile deed that thou hast done, +That wisest monarch dooms to die +The wretch whose crimes the law defy; +And we, chastising those who err, +His righteous doom administer. +My soul accounts Sugríva dear +E'en as my brother Lakshman here. +He brings me blessing, and I swore +His wife and kingdom to restore: +A bond in solemn honour bound +When Vanar chieftains stood around. +And can a king like me forsake +His friend, and plighted promise break? +Reflect, O Vanar, on the cause, +The sanction of eternal laws, +And, justly smitten down, confess +Thou diest for thy wickedness. +By honour was I bound to lend +Assistance to a faithful friend; +And thou hast met a righteous fate +Thy former sins to expiate. +And thus wilt thou some merit win +And make atonement for thy sin. +For hear me, Vanar King, rehearse +What Manu597 spake in ancient verse,— +This holy law, which all accept +Who honour duty, have I kept: +“Pure grow the sinners kings chastise, +And, like the virtuous, gain the skies; +By pain or full atonement freed, +They reap the fruit of righteous deed, +While kings who punish not incur +The penalties of those who err.” +Mandhata598 once, a noble king, +Light of the line from which I spring, +Punished with death a devotee +When he had stooped to sin like thee; +And many a king in ancient time +Has punished frantic sinners' crime, +And, when their impious blood was spilt, +Has washed away the stain of guilt. +Cease, Bali, cease: no more complain: +Reproaches and laments are vain, +For thou art justly punished: we +Obey our king and are not free. +Once more, O Bali, lend thine ear +Another weightiest plea to hear. +For this, when heard and pondered well, +Will all complaint and rage dispel. +My soul will ne'er this deed repent, +Nor was my shaft in anger sent. +We take the silvan tribes beset +With snare and trap and gin and net, +And many a heedless deer we smite +From thickest shade, concealed from sight. +Wild for the slaughter of the game, +At stately stags our shafts we aim. +We strike them bounding scared away, +We strike them as they stand at bay, +When careless in the shade they lie, +Or scan the plain with watchful eye. +They turn away their heads; we aim, +And none the eager hunter blame. +Each royal saint, well trained in law +Of duty, loves his bow to draw +And strike the quarry, e'en as thou +Hast fallen by mine arrow now, +Fighting with him or unaware,— +A Vanar thou.—I little care.599 +But yet, O best of Vanars, know +That kings who rule the earth bestow +Fruit of pure life and virtuous deed, +And lofty duty's hard-won meed. +Harm not thy lord the king: abstain +From act and word that cause him pain; +For kings are children of the skies +Who walk this earth in men's disguise. +But thou, in duty's claims untaught, +Thy breast with blinding passion fraught, +Assailest me who still have clung +To duty, with thy bitter tongue.” +He ceased: and Bali sore distressed +The sovereign claims of law confessed, +And freed, o'erwhelmed with woe and shame, +The lord of Raghu's race from blame. +Then, reverent palm to palm applied, +To Rama thus the Vanar cried: +“True, best of men, is every word +That from thy lips these ears have heard, +It ill beseems a wretch like me +To bandy empty words with thee. +Forgive the angry taunts that broke +From my wild bosom as I spoke. +And lay not to my charge, O King, +[pg 348] +My mad reproaches' idle sting. +Thou, in the truth by trial trained, +Best knowledge of the right hast gained: +And layest, just and pure within, +The meetest penalty on sin. +Through every bond of law I burst, +The boldest sinner and the worst. +O let thy right-instructing speech +Console my heart and wisely teach.” +Like some sad elephant who stands +Fast sinking in the treacherous sands, +Thus Bali raised despairing eyes; +Then spake again with sobs and sighs: +“Not for myself, O King, I grieve, +For Tara or the friends I leave, +As for sweet Angad, my dear son, +My noble, only little one. +For, nursed in luxury and bliss, +His father he will mourn and miss, +And like a stream whose fount is dry +Will waste away and sink and die,— +My own dear child, my only boy, +His mother Tara's hope and joy. +Spare him, O son of Raghu, spare +The child entrusted to thy care. +My Angad and Sugríva treat +E'en as thy heart considers meet, +For thou, O chief of men, art strong +To guard the right and punish wrong. +O, if thou wilt thine ear incline +To hear these dying words of mine, +He and Sugríva will to thee +As Bharat and as Lakshman be. +Let not my Tara, left forlorn, +Weep for Sugríva's wrathful scorn; +Nor let him, for her lord's offence, +Condemn her faithful innocence. +And well and wisely may he reign +If thy dear grace his power sustain: +If, following thee his friend and guide, +He turn not from thy hest aside: +Thus may he reign with glory, nay +Thus to the skies will win his way. +Though stayed by Tara's fond recall, +By thy dear hand I longed to fall. +Against my brother rushed and fought, +And gained the death I long have sought.” +Then Rama thus the prince consoled +From whose clear eyes the mists were rolled: +“Grieve not for those thou leavest thus, +Nor tremble for thyself or us, +For we will deal with thine and thee +As duty and the laws decree. +He who exacts and he who pays, +Is justly slain or justly slays, +Shall in the life to come have bliss; +For each has done his task in this. +Thou, wandering from the right, art made +Pure by the forfeit thou hast paid. +Thy weight of sins is cast aside, +And duty's claim is satisfied. +Then grieve no more, O Prince, but clear +Thy bosom from all doubt and fear, +For fate, inexorably stern, +Thou hast no power to move or turn. +Thy princely Angad still will share +My tender love, Sugríva's care; +And to thy offspring shall be shown +Affection that shall match thine own.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_289.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_289.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e87b2f581d75b8cc0d435ed51fbf9cc14a0134e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_289.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto XX. Tara's Lament. + +No answer gave the Vanar king +To Rama's prudent counselling. +Battered and bruised by tree and stone, +By Rama's arrow overthrown, +Fainting upon the ground he lay, +Gasping his troubled life away. +But Tara in the Vanar's hall +Heard tidings of her husband's fall; +Heard that a shaft from Rama's bow +Had laid the royal Bali low. +Her darling Angad by her side, +Distracted from her home she hied. +Then nigh the place of battle drew +The Vanars, Angad's retinue. +They saw the bow-armed Rama: dread +Fell on them, and they turned and fled. +Like helpless deer, their leaders slain, +So wildly fled the startled train. +But Tara saw, and nearer pressed, +And thus the flying band addressed: +“O Vanars, ye who ever stand +About our king, a trusty band, +Where is the lion master? why +Forsake ye thus your lord and fly? +Say, lies he dead upon the plain, +A brother by a brother slain, +Or pierced by shafts from Rama's bow +That rain from far upon the foe?” +Thus Tara questioned, and was still: +Then, wearers of each shape at will, +The Vanars thus with one accord +Answered the Lady of their lord: +“Turn, Tara turn, and half undone +Save Angad thy beloved son. +There Rama stands in death's disguise, +And conquered Bali faints and dies. +He by whose strong arm, thick and fast, +Uprooted trees and rocks were cast, +Lies smitten by a shaft that came +Resistless as the lightning flame. +When he, whose splendour once could vie +With Indra's, regent of the sky, +Fell by that deadly arrow, all +The Vanars fled who marked his fall. +Let all our chiefs their succours bring, +And Angad be anointed king; +[pg 349] +For all who come of Vanar race +Will serve him set in Bali's place. +Or else our conquering foes to-day +Within our wall will force their way, +Polluting with their hostile feet +The chambers of thy loved retreat. +Great fear is on us, all and one. +Those who have wives and who have none, +They lust for power, are fierce and bold, +Or hate us for the strife of old.” +She heard their speech as, sore afraid, +Arrested in their flight, they stayed, +And gave her answer as became +The spirit of so true a dame: +“Nay, what have I to do with pelf, +With son, with kingdom, or with self, +When he, my noble lord, who leads +The Vanars like a lion, bleeds? +His high-souled victor will I meet, +And throw me prostrate at his feet.” +She hastened forth, her bosom rent +With anguish, weeping as she went, +And striking, mastered by her woes, +Her head and breast with frantic blows. +She hurried to the field and found +Her husband prostrate on the ground, +Who quelled the hostile Vanars' might, +Whose bank was never turned in flight: +Whose arm a massy rock could throw +As Indra hurls his bolts below: +Fierce as the rushing tempest, loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud: +Whene'er he roared his voice of fear +Struck terror on the boldest ear: +Now slain, as, hungry for the prey, +A tiger might a lion slay: +Or when, his serpent foe to seek, +Suparna600 with his furious beak +Tears up a sacred hillock, long +The reverence of a village throng, +Its altar with their offerings spread, +And the gay flag that waved o'erhead. +She looked and saw the victor stand +Resting upon his bow his hand: +And fierce Sugríva she descried, +And Lakshman by his brother's side. +She passed them by, nor stayed to view, +Swift to her husband's side she flew; +Then as she looked, her strength gave way, +And in the dust she fell and lay. +Then, as if startled ere the close +Of slumber, from the earth she rose. +Upon her dying husband, round +Whose soul the coils of Death were wound, +Her eyes in agony she bent +And called him with a shrill lament. +Sugríva, when he heard her cries, +And saw the queen with weeping eyes, +And youthful Angad standing there, +His load of grief could hardly bear. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_29.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_29.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2091ac90f8960d826728c1c46be7ff3bff52c83e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_29.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XXX. The Mysterious Powers.166 + +That night they slept and took their rest; +And then the mighty saint addressed, +With pleasant smile and accents mild +These words to Raghu's princely child: +“Well pleased am I. High fate be thine, +Thou scion of a royal line. +Now will I, for I love thee so, +All heavenly arms on thee bestow. +Victor with these, whoe'er oppose, +Thy hand shall conquer all thy foes, +Though Gods and spirits of the air, +Serpents and fiends, the conflict dare. +I'll give thee as a pledge of love +The mystic arms they use above, +For worthy thou to have revealed +The weapons I have learnt to wield.165 +[pg 042] +First, son of Raghu, shall be thine +The arm of Vengeance, strong, divine: +The arm of Fate, the arm of Right, +And Vishnu's arm of awful might: +That, before which no foe can stand, +The thunderbolt of Indra's hand; +And Śiva's trident, sharp and dread, +And that dire weapon Brahma's Head. +And two fair clubs, O royal child, +One Charmer and one Pointed styled +With flame of lambent fire aglow, +On thee, O Chieftain, I bestow. +And Fate's dread net and Justice' noose +That none may conquer, for thy use: +And the great cord, renowned of old, +Which Varun ever loves to hold. +Take these two thunderbolts, which I +Have got for thee, the Moist and Dry. +Here Śiva's dart to thee I yield, +And that which Vishnu wont to wield. +I give to thee the arm of Fire, +Desired by all and named the Spire. +To thee I grant the Wind-God's dart, +Named Crusher, O thou pure of heart, +This arm, the Horse's Head, accept, +And this, the Curlew's Bill yclept, +And these two spears, the best e'er flew, +Named the Invincible and True. +And arms of fiends I make thine own, +Skull-wreath and mace that smashes bone. +And Joyous, which the spirits bear, +Great weapon of the sons of air. +Brave offspring of the best of lords, +I give thee now the Gem of swords, +And offer next, thine hand to arm, +The heavenly bards' beloved charm. +Now with two arms I thee invest +Of never-ending Sleep and Rest, +With weapons of the Sun and Rain, +And those that dry and burn amain; +And strong Desire with conquering touch, +The dart that Kama prizes much. +I give the arm of shadowy powers +That bleeding flesh of men devours. +I give the arms the God of Gold +And giant fiends exult to hold. +This smites the foe in battle-strife, +And takes his fortune, strength, and life. +I give the arms called False and True, +And great Illusion give I too; +The hero's arm called Strong and Bright +That spoils the foeman's strength in fight. +I give thee as a priceless boon +The Dew, the weapon of the Moon, +And add the weapon, deftly planned, +That strengthens Viśvakarma's hand. +The Mortal dart whose point is chill, +And Slaughter, ever sure to kill; +All these and other arms, for thou +Art very dear, I give thee now. +Receive these weapons from my hand, +Son of the noblest in the land.” +Facing the east, the glorious saint +Pure from all spot of earthly taint, +To Rama, with delighted mind, +That noble host of spells consigned. +He taught the arms, whose lore is won +Hardly by Gods, to Raghu's son. +He muttered low the spell whose call +Summons those arms and rules them all +And, each in visible form and frame, +Before the monarch's son they came. +They stood and spoke in reverent guise +To Rama with exulting cries: +“O noblest child of Raghu, see, +Thy ministers and thralls are we.” +With joyful heart and eager hand +Rama received the wondrous band, +And thus with words of welcome cried: +“Aye present to my will abide.” +Then hasted to the saint to pay +Due reverence, and pursued his way. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_290.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_290.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dbe744f91ccf8dff0bb5c24f4d9583b07773a738 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_290.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto XXI. Hanuman's Speech. + +Again she bent her to the ground, +Her arms about her husband wound. +Sobbed on his breast, and sick and faint +With anguish poured her wild complaint: +“Brave in the charge of battle, boast +And glory of the Vanar host, +Why on the cold earth wilt thou lie +And give no answer when I cry? +Up, warrior, from thy lowly bed! +A meeter couch for thee is spread. +It ill beseems a glorious king +On the bare ground his limbs to fling. +Ah, surely must thy love be strong +For her whom thou hast governed long, +If thou, my hero, canst recline +On her cold breast forsaking mine. +Or, famed for justice through the land, +Thou on the road to heaven hast planned +Some city fairer far than this +To be thy new metropolis. +Are all our pleasures ended now, +With those delicious hours which thou +And I, dear lord, together spent +In woods that breathed the honey's scent? +Whelmed in my sorrow's boundless sea, +There is no joy, no hope, for me, +When my beloved lord, who led +The Vanars to the fight, is dead, +My widowed heart is stern and cold. +Or, at the sight mine eyes behold, +O'ermastered would it end this ache +And in a thousand fragments break. +Ah noble Vanar, doomed to pay +The penalty of all today— +Sugríva from his home expelled, +And Ruma601 from his arms withheld. +Our Vanar race and thee to save, +Wise counsel for thy weal I gave; +But thou, by wildest folly stirred, +Wouldst give no credence to my word, +And now wilt woo the nymphs above, +And shake their souls with pangs of love. +Ah, never could it be that thou +Beneath Sugríva's power shouldst bow, +Thy conqueror is none but Fate +Whose mandates all who breathe await. +And does no thrill of anguish run +Through the stern breast of Raghu's son, +Whose base hand dealt a coward's blow, +And smote thee fighting with thy foe? +Reft of my lord my days, alas! +[pg 350] +In bitter bitter woe will pass: +And I, long blest with every good, +Must bear my dreary widowhood. +And when his uncle's brow is stern, +When his fierce eyes with fury burn, +Ah, what will be my Angad's fate, +So fair and young and delicate? +Come, darling, for the last sad sight, +Of thy dear sire who loved the right; +For soon thine eyes will long in vain +A look at that loved face to gain. +And, hero, as thy child draws near, +With tender words his spirit cheer; +Thy dying wishes gently speak, +And kiss him on the brows and cheek. +High fame, I ween, has Rama won +By this great deed his hand has done, +His debt to brave Sugríva paid +And kept the promise that he made. +Be happy, King Sugríva, lord +Of Rama to thine arms restored: +Enjoy uninterrupted reign, +For he, thy foe, at length is slain. +Dost thou not hear me speak, and why +Hast thou no word of soft reply? +Will thou not lift thine eyes and see +These dames who look to none but thee?” +From their sad eyes, as Tara spoke, +The floods of bitter sorrow broke: +Then, pressing close to Angad's side, +Each lifted up her voice and cried: +“How couldst thou leave thine Angad thus, +And go, for ever go, from us— +Thy child so dear in brave attire, +Graced with the virtues of his sire? +If e'er in want of thought, O chief, +One deed of mine have caused thee grief, +Forgive my folly, I entreat, +And with my head I touch thy feet.” +Again the hapless Tara wept +As to her husband's side she crept, +And wild with sorrow and dismay +Sat on the ground where Bali lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_291.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_291.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a0f797925d50ef8e2d3ea21e677199a2fd086d8f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_291.txt @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +Canto XXII. Bali Dead. + +There, like a fallen star, the dame +Fell by her lord's half lifeless frame; +And Hanuman drew softly near, +And strove her grieving heart to cheer: +“By changeless law our bliss and woe +From ancient worth and folly flow. +What fruits soe'er we cull, the seeds +Were scattered by our former deeds.602 +Why mourn another's mournful fate, +And weep, thyself unfortunate? +Be calm, O thou whose heart is wise, +For none deserves another's sighs. +Look up, with idle sorrow strive: +Thy child, his heir, is yet alive. +Let needful rites be duly done, +Nor in thy woe forget thy son. +Regard the law which all obey: +They spring to life, they pass away. +Begin the task that bids thee rise, +And stay these tears, for thou art wise. +Our lord the king is doomed to die, +On whom ten million hearts rely. +Kind, liberal, patient, true, and just +Was he in whom they place their trust, +And now he seeks the land of those +Who for the right subdue their foes. +Each Vanar lord with all his train, +Each ranger of this wild domain, +And Angad here, thy darling, see +A governor and friend in thee. +These twain603 whose hearts with sorrow ache +The funeral rites shall undertake, +And Angad by his mother's care +Be king, his father's rightful heir. +Now let him pay, as laws require, +His sacred duty to his sire, +Nor one solemnity omit +Of all that mighty kings befit. +And when thy fond eye sees thine own +Dear Angad on his father's throne, +Then, lightened of its load of pain, +Thy spirit will have rest again.” +She heard his speech, she heaved her head, +Looked upon Hanuman and said: +“Sweeter my slain lord's limbs to touch, +Than Angad or a hundred such. +No rule or right, a widowed dame, +O'er Angad or the realm I claim. +Sugríva is the uncle, he +In every act supreme must be. +I pray thee, chief, this plan resign, +Nor claim from me what ne'er is mine. +The father with his tender care +Guards the dear child the mother bare, +Where'er I be, no sweeter task, +No happier joy I hope or ask +Than thus to sit with loving eyes +And watch the bed where Bali lies. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_292.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_292.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..306af2ad3a9f7732b4d5edb19f1ea47032a9b5af --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_292.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +Canto XXIII. Tara's Lament. + +There breathing still with slow faint sighs +Lay Bali on the ground: his eyes, +[pg 351] +Damp with the tears of death, he raised, +On conquering Sugríva gazed, +And then in clearest speech expressed +The tender feelings of his breast: +“Not to my charge, Sugríva, lay +Thine injuries avenged to-day; +But rather blame resistless Fate +That urged me on infuriate. +Fate ne'er agreed our lives to bless +With simultaneous happiness: +To dwell like brothers side by side +In tender love was still denied. +The Vanars' realm is thine to-day: +Begin, O King, thy rightful sway;604 +For I must go at Yama's call +To sojourn in his gloomy hall; +Must part and leave this very hour +My life, my realm, my kingly power, +And go instead of these to gain +Bright glory free from spot and stain. +Now at thy hands one boon I seek +With the last words my lips shall speak, +And, though it be no easy thing, +Perform the task I give thee, King. +This son of mine, no foolish boy, +Worthy of bliss and nursed in joy,— +See, prostrate on the ground he lies, +The hot tears welling from his eyes— +The child I love so well, more sweet +Than life itself, for woe unmeet,— +To him be kindly favour shown: +O guard and keep him as thine own. +Retain him ever by thy side, +His father, helper, friend, and guide. +From fear and woe his young life save, +And give him all his father gave. +Then Tara's son in time shall be +Brave, resolute, and famed like thee, +And march before thee to the fight +Where stricken fiends shall own his might. +While yet a tender stripling, fame +Shall bruit abroad his warrior name, +And brightly shall his glory shine +For exploits worthy of his line. +Child of Sushen,605 my Tara well +Obscurest lore can read and tell; +And, trained in wondrous art, divines +Each mystery of boding signs. +Her solemn warning ne'er despise, +Do boldly what her lips advise; +For things to come her eye can see, +And with her words events agree. +And for the son of Raghu's sake +The toil and danger undertake: +For breach of faith were grievous wrong, +Nor wouldst thou be unpunished long. +Now, brother, take this chain of gold, +Gift of celestial hands of old, +Or when I die its charm will flee, +And all its might be lost with me.” +The loving speech Sugríva heard, +And all his heart with woe was stirred. +Remorse and gentle pity stole +Each thought of triumph from his soul: +Thus fades the light when Rahu606 mars +The glory of the Lord of Stars.607 +All angry thoughts were stayed and stilled +And kindly love his bosom filled. +His brother's word the chief obeyed +And took the chain as Bali prayed. +On little Angad standing nigh +The dying hero fixed his eye, +And, ready from this world to part, +Spoke the fond utterance of his heart: +“Let time and place thy thoughts employ: +In woe be strong, be meek in joy. +Accept both pain and pleasure, still +Obedient to Sugríva's will. +Thou hast, my darling, from the first +With tender care been softly nursed; +But harder days, if thou wouldst win +Sugríva's love, must now begin. +To those who hate him ne'er incline, +Nor count his foe a friend of thine. +In all thy thoughts his welfare seek, +Obedient, lowly, faithful, meek. +Let no rash suit his bosom pain, +Nor yet from due requests abstain.608 +Each is a grievous fault, between +The two is found the happy mean.” +Then Bali ceased: his eyeballs rolled +In stress of anguish uncontrolled +His massive teeth were bared to view, +And from the frame the spirit flew. +Their lord and leader dead, the crowd +Of noblest Vanars shrieked aloud: +“Since thou, O King, hast sought the skies +All desolate Kishkindha lies. +Her woods, where Vanars loved to rove, +Are empty now, and hill and grove. +From every eye the light is fled, +Since thou, our mighty lord, art dead. +Thine was the unwearied arm that bore +The brunt of deadly fight of yore +With Golabh the Gandharva, when, +Lasting through five long years and ten, +[pg 352] +The dreadful conflict knew no stay +In gloom of night, in glare of day; +And when the fifteenth year had past +Thy dire opponent fell at last. +If such a foeman fell beneath +Our hero's arm and awful teeth +Who freed us from our terror, how +Is conquering Bali fallen now?” +Then when they saw their leader slain +Great anguish seized the Vanar train, +Weeping their mighty chief, as when +In pastures near a lion's den +The cows by sudden fear are stirred, +Slain the bold bull who led the herd. +And hapless Tara sank below +The whelming waters of her woe, +Looked upon Bali's face and fell +Beside him whom she loved go well, +Like a young creeper clinging round +A tall tree prostrate on the ground. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_293.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_293.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3d405a56d4fa199f54fd78c61c5cad0b5250f605 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_293.txt @@ -0,0 +1,129 @@ +Canto XXIV. Sugríva's Lament. + +She kissed her lifeless husband's face, +She clasped him in a close embrace, +Laid her soft lips upon his head; +Then words like these the mourner said: +“No words of mine wouldst thou regard, +And now thy bed is cold and hard. +Upon the rude rough ground o'erthrown, +Beneath thee naught but sand and stone. +To thee the earth is dearer far +Than I and my caresses are, +If thou upon her breast wilt lie, +And to my words make no reply. +Ah my beloved, good and brave, +Bold to attack and strong to save, +Fate is Sugríva's thrall, and we +In him our lord and master see. +Lo, by thy bed, a mournful band, +Thy Vanar chiefs lamenting stand. +O hear thy nobles' groans and cries, +O mark thy Angad's weeping eyes, +O list to my entreaties, break +The chains of slumber and awake. +Ah me, my lord, this lowly bed +Where rest thy limbs and fallen head, +Is the cold couch where smitten lay +Thy foemen in the bloody fray. +O noble heart from blemish free, +Lover of war, beloved by me. +Why hast thou fled away and left +Thy Tara of all hope bereft? +Unwise the father who allows +His child to be a warrior's spouse, +For, hero, see thy consort's fate, +A widow now most desolate, +For ever broken is my pride, +My hope of lasting bliss has died, +And sinking in the lowest deep +Of sorrow's sea I pine and weep. +Ah, surely not of earthly mould, +This stony heart is stern and cold, +Or, in a hundred pieces rent, +It had not lingered to lament. +Dead, dead! my husband, friend, and lord +In whom my loving hopes were stored, +First in the field, his foemen's dread, +My own victorious Bali, dead! +A woman when her lord has died, +Though children flourish by her side, +Though stores of gold her coffers fill, +Is called a lonely widow still. +Alas, thy bleeding gashes make +Around thy limbs a purple lake: +Thus slumbering was thy wont to lie +On cushions bright with crimson dye. +Dark streams of welling blood besmear +Thy limbs where dust and mire adhere, +Nor have I strength, weighed down by woe, +Mine arms about thy form to throw. +The issue of this day has brought +Sugríva all his wishes sought, +For Rama shot one shaft and he +Is freed from fear and jeopardy. +Alas, alas, I may not rest +My head upon thy wounded breast, +Obstructed by the massive dart +Deep buried in thy bleeding heart.” +Then Níla from his bosom drew +The fatal shaft that pierced him through, +Like some tremendous serpent deep +In caverns of a hill asleep. +As from the hero's wound it came, +Shot from the shaft a gleam of flame, +Like the last flashes of the sun +Descending when his course is run. +From the wide rent in crimson flood +Rushed the full stream of Bali's blood, +Like torrents down a mountain's side +With golden ore and copper dyed. +Then Tara brushed with tender care +The dust of battle from his hair, +While her sad eyes poured down their rain +Upon her lord untimely slain. +Once more she looked upon the dead; +Then to her bright-eyed child she said: +“Turn hither, turn thy weeping eyes +Where low in death thy father lies. +By sinful deed and bitter hate +Our lord has met his mournful fate. +Bright as the sun at early morn +To Yama's halls is Bali borne. +Then go, my child, salute the king, +From whom our bliss and honour spring.” +Obedient to his mother's hest +His father's feet he gently pressed +[pg 353] +With twining arms and lingering hands: +“Father,” he cried, “here Angad stands.” +Then Tara: “Art thou stern and mute, +Regardless of thy child's salute? +Hast thou no blessing for thy son, +No word for little Angad, none? +O, hero, at thy lifeless feet +Here with my boy I take my seat, +As some sad mother of the herd, +By the fierce lion undeterred, +Lies moaning by the grassy dell +Wherein her lord and leader fell. +How, having wrought that awful rite, +The sacrifice of deadly fight, +Wherein the shaft by Rama sped +Supplied the place of water shed, +How hast thou bathed thee at the end +Without thy wife her aid to lend?609 +Why do mine eyes no more behold +Thy bright beloved chain of gold, +Which, pleased with thee, the Immortals' King +About thy neck vouchsafed to fling? +Still lingering on thy lifeless face +I see the pride of royal race: +Thus when the sun has set, his glow +Still rests upon the Lord of Snow. +Alas my hero! undeterred +Thou wouldst not listen to my word. +With tears and prayers I sued in vain: +Thou wouldst not listen, and art slain. +Gone is my bliss, my glory: I +And Angad now with thee will die.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_294.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_294.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..482ca939e128203a4e04012530466e6600f6c94c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_294.txt @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +Canto XXV. Rama's Speech. + +But when Sugríva saw her weep +O'erwhelmed in sorrow's rushing deep, +Swift through his bosom pierced the sting +Of anguish for the fallen king. +At the sad sight his eyes beheld +A flood of bitter tears outwelled, +And, with his bosom racked and rent, +To Rama with his train he went. +He came with faltering steps and slow +Where Rama held his mighty bow +And arrow like a venomed snake, +And to the son of Raghu spake: +“Well hast thou kept, O King, thy vow: +The promised fruit is gathered now. +But life is marred, my soul to-day +Turns sickening from all joy away. +For, while this queen laments and sighs +Amid a mourning people's cries, +And Angad weeps his father slain, +How can my heart delight to reign? +For outrage, fury, senseless pride, +My brother, doomed of yore, has died. +Yet, Raghu's son, in bitter woe +I mourn his fated overthrow. +Ah, better far in pain and ill +To dwell on Rishyamúka still +Than gain the heaven of Gods and all +Its pleasures by my brother's fall. +Did not he cry,—great-hearted foe,— +“Go, for I will not slay thee, Go”? +With his brave soul those words agree: +My speech, my deeds, are worthy me. +How can a brother counterweigh +His grievous loss with joys of sway, +And see with dull unpitying eye +So brave and good a brother die? +His lofty soul was nobly blind: +My death alas, he ne'er designed; +But I, urged blindly on by hate, +Sought with his life my rage to sate. +He smote me with a splintered tree: +I groaned aloud and turned to flee, +From stern reproaches he forbore, +And gently bade me sin no more. +Serene and dutiful and good +He kept the laws of brotherhood: +I, fierce and greedy, vengeful, base, +Showed all the vices of our race. +Ah me, dear friend, my brother's fate +Lays on my soul a crushing weight: +A sin no heart should e'er conceive, +But at the thought each soul should grieve: +Sin such as Indra's when his blow +Laid heavenly Viśvarúpa610 low. +Yet earth, the waters of the seas, +The race of women and the trees +Were fain upon themselves to take +The weight of sin for Indra's sake. +But who a Vanar's soul will free, +Or ease the load that crushes me? +Wretch that I am, I may not claim +The reverence due to royal name. +How shall I reign supreme, or dare +Affect the power I should not share? +Ah me, I sorrow for my sin, +The ruin of my race and kin, +Polluted by a hideous crime +World-hated till the end of time. +Alas, the floods of sorrow roll +With whelming force upon my soul: +So gathers the descending rain +In the deep hollow of the plain.” +[pg 354] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_295.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_295.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1863f8b73d4c196858e2fe69516914ec0d473fcd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_295.txt @@ -0,0 +1,183 @@ +Canto XXVI. The Coronation. + +Then Raghu's son, whose feeling breast +Shared the great woe that moved the rest, +Strove with wise charm their grief to ease +And gently spoke in words like these: +“You ne'er can raise the dead to bliss +By agony of grief like this. +Cease your lament, nor leave undone +The funeral task you may not shun. +As nature orders o'er the dead. +Your tributary tears are shed, +But Fate, directing each event, +Is still the lord preëminent. +Yes, all obey the changeless laws +Of Fate the universal cause. +By Fate, the lives of all proceed, +That governs every word and deed, +None acts, none sees his hest obeyed, +But each and all by Fate are swayed. +The world its ordered course maintains, +And o'er that course Fate ever reigns. +Fate ne'er exceeds the rule of Fate: +Is ne'er too swift, is ne'er too late, +And making nature its ally +Forgets no life, nor passes by. +No kith and kin, no power and force +Can check or stay its settled course, +No friend or client, grace or charm, +That victor of the world disarm. +So all who see with prudent eyes +The hand of Fate must recognize, +For virtue rules, or love, or gain, +As Fate's unchanged decrees ordain. +Bali has died and won the meed +That waits in heaven on noble deed, +Throned in the seats the brave may reach +By liberal hand and gentle speech, +True to a warrior's duty, bold +In fight, the hero lofty-souled +Deigned not to guard his life: he died, +And now in heaven is glorified. +Then cease these tears and wild despair: +Turn to the task that claims your care, +For Bali's is the glorious fate +Which warriors count most fortunate.” +When Rama's speech had found a close, +Brave Lakshman, terror of his foes, +With wise and soothing words addressed +Sugríva still with woe oppressed: +“Arise Sugríva,” thus he said, +“Perform the service of the dead. +Prepare with Tara and her son +That Bali's rites be duly done. +A store of funeral wood provide +Which wind and sun and time have dried +And richest sandal fit to grace +The pyre of one of royal race. +With words of comfort soft and kind +Console poor Angad's troubled mind, +Nor let thy heart be thus cast down, +For thine is now the Vanars' town. +Let Angad's care a wreath supply, +And raiment rich with varied dye, +And oil and perfumes for the fire, +And all the solemn rites require. +Go, hasten to the town, O King, +And Tara's little quickly bring. +A virtue is despatch: and speed +Is best of all in hour of need. +Go, let a chosen band prepare +The litter of the dead to bear. +For stout and tall and strong of limb +Must be the chiefs who carry him.” +He spoke,—his friends' delight and pride,— +Then stood again by Rama's side. +When Tara611 heard the words he said +Within the town he quickly sped, +And brought, on stalwart shoulders laid, +The litter for the rites arrayed, +Framed like a car for Gods, complete +With painted sides and royal seat, +With latticed windows deftly made, +And golden birds and trees inlaid: +Well joined and wrought in every part, +A marvel of ingenious art. +Where pleasure mounds in carven wood +And many a graven figure stood. +The best of jewels o'er it hung, +And wreaths of flowers around it clung, +And over all was raised on high +A canopy of saffron dye, +While like the sun of morning shone +The brilliant blooms that lay thereon. +That glorious litter Rama eyed. +And spake to Lakshman by his side: +“Let Bali on the bier be placed +And with all funeral service graced.” +Sugríva then with many a tear +Drew Bali's body to the bier +Whereon, with weeping Angad's aid, +The relics of the chief were laid +Neath many a vesture's varied fold, +And wreaths and ornaments and gold. +Then King Sugríva bade them speed +The obsequies by law decreed: +“Let Vanars lead the way and throw +Rich gems around them as they go, +And be the chosen bearers near +Behind them laden with the bier. +No costly rite may you deny, +Used when the proudest monarchs die: +As for a king of widest sway. +Perform his obsequies to-day.” +[pg 355] +Sugríva gave his high behest; +Then Princely Tara and the rest, +With little Angad weeping, led +The long procession of the dead. +Behind the funeral litter came, +With Tara first, each widowed dame, +In tears and shrieks her loss deplored, +Add cried aloud, My lord! My lord! +While wood and hill and valley sent +In echoes back the shrill lament. +Then on a low and sandy isle +Was reared the hero's funeral pile +By crowds of toiling Vanars, where +The mountain stream ran fresh and fair, +The Vanar chiefs, a noble band, +Had laid the litter on the sand, +And stood a little space apart, +Each mourning in his inmost heart. +But Tara, when her weeping eye +Saw Bali, on the litter lie, +Laid his dear head upon her lap, +And wailed aloud her dire mishap; +“O mighty Vanar, lord and king, +To whose fond breast I loved to cling, +Of goodly arms, wise, brave, and bold, +Rise, look upon me as of old. +Rise up, my sovereign, dost thou see +A crowd of subjects weep for thee? +Still o'er thy face, though breath has fled, +The joyous light of life is spread: +Thus around the sun, although he set, +A crimson glory lingers yet. +Death clad in Rama's form to-day +Hast dragged thee from the world away. +One shaft from his tremendous bow +Dooms us to widowhood and woe. +Hast thou, O Vanar King, no eyes +Thy weeping wives to recognize, +Who for the length of way unmeet +Have followed thee with weary feet? +Yet every moon-faced beauty here +By thee, O King was counted dear. +Lord of the Vanar race, hast thou +No eyes to see Sugríva now? +About thee stands in mournful mood +A sore-afflicted multitude, +And Tara and thy lords of state +Around their monarch weep and wait. +Arise my lord, with gentle speech, +As was thy wont, dismissing each, +Then in the forest will we play +And love shall make our spirits gay.” +The Vanar dames raised Tara, drowned +In floods of sorrow, from the ground; +And Angad with Sugríva's aid, +O'erwhelmed with anguish and dismayed, +Weeping for his departed sire, +Placed Bali's body on the pyre: +Then lit the flame, and round the dead +Passed slowly with a mourner's tread. +Thus with full rites the funeral train +Performed the service for the slain, +Then sought the flowing stream and made +Libations to the parted shade. +There, setting Angad first in place, +The chieftains of the Vanar race, +With Tara and Sugríva, shed +The water that delights the dead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_296.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_296.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..922f5269efd39d45f78530f54c85ccab2cacb1d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_296.txt @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ +Canto XXVII. Rama On The Hill. + +Each Vanar councillor and peer +In crowded numbers gathered near +Sugríva, mournful king, while yet +His vesture from the wave was wet, +Before the chief of Raghu's seed +Unwearied in each arduous deed, +They stood and raised the reverent hand +As saints before Lord Brahma stand. +Then Hanuman of massive mould, +Like some tall hill of glistering gold, +Son of the God whose wild blasts shake +The forest, thus to Rama spake: +“By thy kind favour, O my lord, +Sugríva, to his home restored +Triumphant, has regained to-day +His rank and power and royal sway. +He now will call each faithful friend, +Enter the city, and attend +With sage advice and prudent care +To every task that waits him there. +Then balm and unguent shall anoint +Our monarch, as the laws appoint, +And gems and precious wreaths shall be +His grateful offering, King, to thee. +Do thou, O Rama, with thy friend +Thy steps within the city bend; +Our ruler on his throne install, +And with thy presence cheer us all.” +Then, skilled in lore and arts that guide +The speaker, Raghu's son replied: +“For fourteen years I might not break +The mandate that my father spake; +Nor can I, till that time be fled, +The street of town or village tread. +Let King Sugríva seek the town +Most worthy of her high renown, +There let him be without delay +Anointed, and begin his sway.” +This answered, to Sugríva then +Thus spake anew the king of men: +“Do thou who knowest right ordain +Prince Angad consort of thy reign; +For he is noble, true, and bold, +And trained a righteous course to hold +Gifts like his sire's that youth adorn +Born eldest to the eldest born. +[pg 356] +This is the month of Śravan,612 first +Of those that see the rain-clouds burst. +Four months, thou knowest well, extends +The season when the rain descends. +No time for deeds of war is this: +Seek thou thy fair metropolis, +And I with Lakshman, O my friend, +The time upon this hill will spend. +An ample cavern opens there +Made lovely by the mountain air, +And lotuses and lilies fill +The pleasant lake and murmuring rill. +When Kartik's613 month shall clear the skies, +Then tempt the mighty enterprise. +Now, chieftain to thy home repair, +And be anointed sovereign there.” +Sugríva heard: he bowed his head: +Within the lovely town he sped +Which Bali's royal will had swayed, +Where thousand Vanar chiefs arrayed +Gathered in order round their king, +And led him on with welcoming. +Low on the earth the lesser crowd +Fell in prostration as they bowed. +Sugríva looked with grateful eyes, +Spake to them all and bade them rise. +Then through the royal bowers he strode +Wherein the monarch's wives abode. +Soon from the inner chambers came +The Vanar of exalted fame; +And joyful friends drew near and shed +King-making balm upon his head, +Like Gods anointing in the skies +Their sovereign of the thousand eyes.614 +Then brought they, o'er their king to hold +The white umbrella decked with gold, +And chouries with their waving hair +In golden handles wondrous fair; +And fragrant herbs and seed and spice, +And sparkling gems exceeding price, +And every bloom from woods and leas, +And gum distilled from milky trees; +And precious ointment white as milk, +And spotless robes of cloth and silk, +Wreaths of sweet flowers whose glories gleam +In grassy grove, on lake or stream. +And fragrant sandal and each scent +That makes the soft breeze redolent; +Grain, honey, odorous seed, and store +Of oil and curd and golden ore; +A noble tiger's skin, a pair +Of sandals wrought with costliest care, +Eight pairs of damsels drawing nigh +Brought unguents stained with varied dye. +Then gems and cates and robes displayed +Before the twice-born priests were laid, +That they would deign in order due +To consecrate the king anew. +The sacred grass was duly spread +And sacrificial flame was fed, +Which Scripture-learned priests supplied +With oil which texts had sanctified. +Then, with all rites ordained of old, +High on the terrace bright with gold, +Whereon a glorious carpet lay, +And fresh-culled garlands sweet and gay, +Placed on his throne, Sugríva bent +His looks toward the Orient. +In horns from forehead of the bull, +In pitchers bright and beautiful, +In urns of gold the Vanara took +Pure water brought from stream and brook, +From every consecrated strand +And every sea that beats the land. +Then, as prescribed by sacred lore +And many a mighty sage of yore,615 +The leaders of the Vanars poured +The sacred water on their lord.616 +From every Vanar at the close +Of that imperial rite arose +Shouts of glad triumph, loud and long +Repeated by the high-souled throng. +Sugríva, when the rite was done, +Obeyed the hest of Raghu's son, +Prince Angad to his breast he strained, +And partner of his sway ordained. +Once more from all the host rang out +The loud huzza and jovful shout. +“Well done! well done!” each Vanar cried, +And good Sugríva glorified. +[pg 357] +Then with glad voices loudly raised +Were Rama and his brother praised; +And bright Kishkindha shone that day +With happy throngs and banners gay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_297.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_297.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d4e7a287349483d877259570af6a4cb9cbbe124a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_297.txt @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ +Canto XXVIII. The Rains. + +But when the solemn rite was o'er, +And bold Sugríva reigned once more, +The sons of Raghu sought the hill, +Praśravan of the rushing rill, +Where roamed the tiger and the deer, +And lions raised their voice of fear; +Thick set with trees of every kind, +With trailing shrubs and plants entwined; +Home of the ape and monkey, lair +Of mountain cat and pard and bear. +In cloudy gloom against the sky +The sanctifying hills rose high. +Pierced in their crest, a spacious cave +To Raghu's sons a shelter gave. +Then Rama, pure from every crime, +In words well suited to the time +To Lakshman spake, whose faithful zeal +Watched humbly for his brother's weal: +“I love this spacious cavern where +There breathes a fresh and pleasant air. +Brave brother, let us here remain +Throughout the season of the rain. +For in mine eyes this mountain crest +Is above all, the loveliest. +Where copper-hued and black and white +Show the huge blocks that face the height; +Where gleams the shine of varied ore, +Where dark clouds hang and torrents roar; +Where waving woods are fair to see, +And creepers climb from tree to tree; +Where the gay peacock's voice is shrill, +And sweet birds carol on the hill; +Where odorous breath is wafted far +From Jessamine and Sinduvar;617 +And opening flowers of every hue +Give wondrous beauty to the view. +See, too, this pleasant water near +Our cavern home is fresh and clear; +And lilies gay with flower and bud +Are glorious on the lovely flood. +This cave that fares north and east +Will shelter us till rain has ceased; +And towering hills that rise behind +Will screen us from the furious wind. +Close by the cavern's portal lies +And level stone of ample size +And sable hue, a mighty block +Long severed from the parent rock. +Now let thine eye bent northward rest +A while upon that mountain crest, +High as a cloud that brings the rain, +And dark as iron rent in twain. +Look southward, brother, now and view +A cloudy pile of paler hue +Like Mount Kailasa's topmost height +Where ores of every tint are bright. +See, Lakshman, see before our cave +That clear brook eastward roll its wave +As though 'twere Ganga's infant rill +Down streaming from the three-peaked hill. +See, by the water's gentle flow +Aśoka, sal, and sandal grow. +And every lovely tree most fair +With leaf and bud and flower is there. +See there, beneath the bending trees +That fringe her bank, the river flees, +Clothed with their beauty like a maid +In all her robes and gems arrayed, +While from the sedgy banks are heard +The soft notes of each amorous bird. +O see what lovely islets stud +Like gems the bosom of the flood, +And sarases and wild swans crowd +About her till she laughs aloud. +See, lotus blooms the brook o'erspread, +Some tender blue, some dazzling red, +And opening lilies white as snow +Their buds in rich profusion show. +There rings the joyous peacock's scream, +There stands the curlew by the stream, +And holy hermits love to throng +Where the sweet waters speed along. +Ranged on the grassy margin shine +Gay sandal trees in glittering line, +And all the wondrous verdure seems +The offspring of creative dreams. +O conquering Prince, there cannot be +A lovelier place than this we see. +Here sheltered on the beauteous height +Our days will pass in calm delight. +Nor is Kishkindha's city, gay +With grove and garden, far away. +Thence will the breeze of evening bring +Sweet music as the minstrels sing; +And, when the Vanars dance, will come +The sound of tabour and of drum. +Again to spouse and realm restored, +Girt by his friends, the Vanar lord +Great glory has acquired; and how +Can he be less than happy now?” +This said, the son of Raghu made +His dwelling in that pleasant shade +Upon the mountain's shelving side +That sweetly all his wants supplied. +But still the hero's troubled mind +No comfort in his woe could find, +Yet mourning for his stolen wife +Dearer to Rama than his life, +Chief when he saw the Lord of Night +Rise slowly o'er the eastern height, +[pg 358] +He tossed upon his leafy bed +With eyes by sleep unvisited. +Outwelled the tears in ceaseless flow, +And every sense was numbed by woe. +Each pang that pierced the mourner through +Smote Lakshman's faithful bosom too, +Who, troubled for his brother's sake, +With wisest words the prince bespake: +“Arise, my brother, and be strong: +Thy hero heart has mourned too long. +Thou knowest well that tears and sighs +Will mar the mightiest enterprise. +Thine was the soul that loved to dare: +To serve the Gods was still thy care; +And ne'er may sorrow's sting subdue +A heart so resolute and true. +How canst thou hope to slay in fight +The giant cruel in his might? +Unwearied must the champion be +Who strives with such a foe as he. +Tear out this sorrow by the root; +Again be bold and resolute. +Arise, my brother, and subdue +The demon and his wicked crew. +Thou canst destroy the earth, her seas, +Her rooted hills and giant trees +Unseated by thy furious hand: +And shall one fiend thy power withstand? +Wait through this season of the rain +Till suns of autumn dry the plain, +Then shall thy giant foe, and all +His host and realm, before thee fall. +I wake thy valour that has slept +Amid the tears thine eyes have wept; +As drops of oil in worship raise +The dormant flame to sudden blaze.” +The son of Raghu heard: he knew +His brother's rede was wise and true; +And, honouring his friendly guide, +In gentle words he thus replied: +“Whate'er a hero firm and bold, +Devoted, true, and lofty-souled +Should speak by deep affection led, +Such are the words which thou hast said. +I cast away each pensive thought +That brings the noblest plans to naught, +And each uninjured power will strain +Until the purposed end we gain. +Thy prudent words will I obey, +And till the close of rain-time stay, +When King Sugríva will invite +To action, and the streams be bright. +The hero saved in hour of need +Repays the debt with friendly deed: +But hated by the good are they +Who take the boon and ne'er repay.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_298.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_298.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..46c9474bc5c3beffade59fdb37434b717aecab74 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_298.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XXIX. Hanuman's Counsel. + +“See, brother, see” thus Rama cried +On Malyavat's618 dark-wooded side, +“A chain of clouds, like lofty hills, +The sky with gathering shadow fills. +Nine months those clouds have borne the load +Conceived from sunbeams as they glowed, +And, having drunk the seas, give birth, +And drop their offspring on the earth. +Easy it seems at such a time +That flight of cloudy stairs to climb, +And, from their summit, safely won, +Hang flowery wreaths about the sun. +See how the flash of evening's red +Fringes the fleecy clouds o'erhead +Till all the sky is streaked and lined +With bleeding wounds incarnadined, +Or the wide firmament above +Shows like a lover sick with love +And, pale with cloudlets, heaves a sigh +In the soft breeze that wanders by. +See, by the fervent heat embrowned, +How drenched with recent showers, the ground +Pours out in floods her gushing tears, +Like Síta wild with torturing fears. +So softly blows this cloud-born breeze +Cool through the boughs of camphor trees +That one might hold it in the cup +Of hollowed hands and drink it up. +See, brother, where that rocky steep, +Where odorous shrubs in rain-drops weep, +Shows like Sugríva when they shed +Tne royal balm upon his head. +Like students at their task appear +These hills whose misty peaks are near: +Black deerskin619 garments wrought of cloud +Their forms with fitting mantles shroud, +Each torrent from the summit poured +Supplies the place of sacred cord.620 +And winds that in their caverns moan +[pg 359] +Sound like the voice's undertone.621 +From east to west red lightnings flash, +And, quivering neath the golden lash, +The great sky like a generous steed +Groans inly at each call to speed. +Yon lightning, as it flashes through +The giant cloud of sable hue, +Recalls my votaress Síta pressed +Mid struggles to the demon's breast. +See, on those mountain ridges stand +Sweet shrubs that bud and bloom expand. +The soft rain ends their pangs of grief, +And drops its pearls on flower and leaf. +But all their raptures stab me through +And wake my pining love anew.622 +Now through the air no wild bird flies, +Each lily shuts her weary eyes; +And blooms of opening jasmin show +The parting sun has ceased to glow. +No captain now for conquest burns, +But homeward with his host returns; +For roads and kings' ambitious dreams +Have vanished neath descending streams. +This is the watery month623 wherein +The Samar's624 sacred chants begin. +ashadha625 past, now Kośal's lord626 +The harvest of the spring has stored,627 +And dwells within his palace freed +From every care of pressing need. +Full is the moon, and fierce and strong +Impetuous Sarjú628 roars along +As though Ayodhya's crowds ran out +To greet their king with echoing shout. +In this sweet time of ease and rest +No care disturbs Sugríva's breast, +The foe that marred his peace o'erthrown, +And queen and realm once more his own. +Alas, a harder fate is mine, +Reft both of realm and queen to pine, +And, like the bank which floods erode, +I sink beneath my sorrow's load. +Sore on my soul my miseries weigh, +And these long rains our action stay, +While Ravan seems a mightier foe +Than I dare hope to overthrow. +I saw the roads were barred by rain, +I knew the hopes of war were vain; +Nor could I bid Sugríva rise, +Though prompt to aid my enterprise. +E'en now I scarce can urge my friend +On whom his house and realm depend, +Who, after toil and peril past, +Is happy with his queen at last. +Sugríva after rest will know +The hour is come to strike the blow, +Nor will his grateful soul forget +My succour, or deny the debt +I know his generous heart, and hence +Await the time with confidence +When he his friendly zeal will show, +And brooks again untroubled flow.”629 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_299.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_299.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..24cc74cf40b34f900309d756ad9427445f24e5b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_299.txt @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +Canto XXX. Rama's Lament. + +No flash of lightning lit the sky, +No cloudlet marred the blue on high. +The Saras630 missed the welcome rain, +The moon's full beams were bright again. +Sugríva, lapped in bliss, forgot +The claims of faith, or heeded not; +And by alluring joys misled +The path of falsehood learned to tread. +In careless ease he passed each hour, +And dallied in his lady's bower. +Each longing of his heart was stilled, +And every lofty hope fulfilled. +With royal Ruma by his side, +Or Tara yet a dearer bride, +[pg 360] +He spent each joyous day and night +In revelry and wild delight, +Like Indra whom the nymphs entice +To taste the joys of Paradise. +The power to courtiers' hands resigned, +To all their acts his eyes were blind. +All doubt, all fear he cast aside +And lived with pleasure for his guide. +But sage Hanúman, firm and true, +Whose heart the lore of Scripture knew, +Well trained to meet occasion, trained +In all by duty's law ordained, +Strove with his prudent speech to find +Soft access to the monarch's mind. +He, skilled in every gentle art +Of eloquence that wins the heart, +Sugríva from his trance to wake, +His salutary counsel spake: +“The realm is won, thy name advanced, +The glory of thy house enhanced, +And now thy foremost care should be +To aid the friends who succoured thee. +He who is firm and faithful found +To friendly ties in honour bound, +Will see his name and fame increase +And his blest kingdom thrive in peace. +Wide sway is his who truly boasts +That friends and treasure, self and hosts, +All blent in one harmonious whole, +Are subject to his firm control. +Do thou, whose footsteps never stray +From the clear bounds of duty's way, +Assist, as honour bids thee, now +Thy friends, observant of thy vow. +For if all cares we lay not by, +And to our friend's assistance fly, +We, after, toil in idle haste, +And all the late endeavour waste. +Up! nor the promised help delay +Until the hour have slipped away. +Up! and with Raghu's son renew +The search for Síta lost to view. +The hour is come: he hears the call, +But not on thee reproaches fall +From him who labours to repress +His eager spirit's restlessness. +Long joined to thee in friendly ties +He made thy fame and fortune rise, +In gentle gifts by none excelled. +In splendid might unparalleled. +Up, to his succour, King! repay +The favour of that prosperous day, +And to thy bravest captains send +Prompt mandates to assist thy friend. +The cry for help thou wilt not spurn +Although no grace demands return: +And wilt thou not thine aid afford +To him who realm and life restored? +Exert thy power, and thou hast won +The love of Daśaratha's son: +And wilt thou for his summons wait, +And, till he call thee, hesitate? +Think not the hero needs thy power +To save him in the desperate hour: +He with his arrows could subdue +The Gods and all the demon crew, +And only waits that he may see +Redeemed the promise made by thee. +For thee he risked his life and fought, +For thee that great deliverance wrought. +Then let us trace through earth and skies +His lady wheresoe'er she lies. +Through realms above, beneath, we flee, +And plant our footsteps on the sea. +Then why, O Lord of Vanars, still +Delay us waiting for thy will? +Give thy commands, O King, and say +What task has each and where the way. +Before thee myriad Vanars stand +To sweep through heaven, o'er seas and land.” +Sugríva heard the timely rede +That roused him in the day of need, +And thus to Níla prompt and brave +His hest the imperial Vanar gave: +“Go, Níla, to the distant hosts +That keep in arms their several posts, +And all the armies that protect +The quarters,631 with their chiefs, collect. +To all the luminaries placed +In intermediate regions haste, +And bid each captain rise and lead +His squadrons to their king with speed. +Do thou meanwhile with strictest care +All that the time requires prepare. +The loitering Vanar who delays +To gather here ere thrice five days, +Shall surely die for his offence, +Condemned for sinful negligence.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_3.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_3.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..63721b7c59ac4dec79142f6e2fec7a6f4cc39170 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,162 @@ +Canto IV. The Rhapsodists. + +The hermit thus with watchful heed +Received the poem's pregnant seed, +And looked with eager thought around +If fuller knowledge might be found. +[pg 009] +His lips with water first bedewed,51 +He sate, in reverent attitude +On holy grass,52 the points all bent +Together toward the orient;53 +And thus in meditation he +Entered the path of poesy. +Then clearly, through his virtue's might, +All lay discovered to his sight, +Whate'er befell, through all their life, +Rama, his brother, and his wife: +And Daśaratha and each queen +At every time, in every scene: +His people too, of every sort; +The nobles of his princely court: +Whate'er was said, whate'er decreed, +Each time they sate each plan and deed: +For holy thought and fervent rite +Had so refined his keener sight +That by his sanctity his view +The present, past, and future knew, +And he with mental eye could grasp, +Like fruit within his fingers clasp, +The life of Rama, great and good, +Roaming with Síta in the wood. +He told, with secret-piercing eyes, +The tale of Rama's high emprise, +Each listening ear that shall entice, +A sea of pearls of highest price. +Thus good Valmíki, sage divine, +Rehearsed the tale of Raghu's line, +As Narad, heavenly saint, before +Had traced the story's outline o'er. +He sang of Rama's princely birth, +His kindness and heroic worth; +His love for all, his patient youth, +His gentleness and constant truth, +And many a tale and legend old +By holy Viśvamitra told. +How Janak's child he wooed and won, +And broke the bow that bent to none. +How he with every virtue fraught +His namesake Rama54 met and fought. +The choice of Rama for the throne; +The malice by Kaikeyí shown, +Whose evil counsel marred the plan +And drove him forth a banisht man. +How the king grieved and groaned, and cried, +And swooned away and pining died. +The subjects' woe when thus bereft; +And how the following crowds he left: +With Guha talked, and firmly stern +Ordered his driver to return. +How Ganga's farther shore he gained; +By Bharadvaja entertained, +By whose advice he journeyed still +And came to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +How there he dwelt and built a cot; +How Bharat journeyed to the spot; +His earnest supplication made; +Drink-offerings to their father paid; +The sandals given by Rama's hand, +As emblems of his right, to stand: +How from his presence Bharat went +And years in Nandigrama spent. +How Rama entered Danḍak wood +And in Sutíkhna's presence stood. +The favour Anasúya showed, +The wondrous balsam she bestowed. +How Śarabhanga's dwelling-place +They sought; saw Indra face to face; +The meeting with Agastya gained; +The heavenly bow from him obtained. +How Rama with Viradha met; +Their home in Panchavaṭa set. +How Śúrpanakha underwent +The mockery and disfigurement. +Of Triśira's and Khara's fall, +Of Ravan roused at vengeance call, +Marícha doomed, without escape; +The fair Videhan55 lady's rape. +How Rama wept and raved in vain, +And how the Vulture-king was slain. +How Rama fierce Kabandha slew; +Then to the side of Pampa drew, +Met Hanuman, and her whose vows +Were kept beneath the greenwood boughs. +How Raghu's son, the lofty-souled, +On Pampa's bank wept uncontrolled, +Then journeyed, Rishyamúk to reach, +And of Sugríva then had speech. +The friendship made, which both had sought: +How Bali and Sugríva fought. +How Bali in the strife was slain, +And how Sugríva came to reign. +The treaty, Tara's wild lament; +The rainy nights in watching spent. +The wrath of Raghu's lion son; +The gathering of the hosts in one. +The sending of the spies about, +And all the regions pointed out. +The ring by Rama's hand bestowed; +The cave wherein the bear abode. +The fast proposed, their lives to end; +Sampati gained to be their friend. +[pg 010] +The scaling of the hill, the leap +Of Hanuman across the deep. +Ocean's command that bade them seek +Mainaka of the lofty peak. +The death of Sinhika, the sight +Of Lanka with her palace bright +How Hanuman stole in at eve; +His plan the giants to deceive. +How through the square he made his way +To chambers where the women lay, +Within the Aśoka garden came +And there found Rama's captive dame. +His colloquy with her he sought, +And giving of the ring he brought. +How Síta gave a gem o'erjoyed; +How Hanuman the grove destroyed. +How giantesses trembling fled, +And servant fiends were smitten dead. +How Hanuman was seized; their ire +When Lanka blazed with hostile fire. +His leap across the sea once more; +The eating of the honey store. +How Rama he consoled, and how +He showed the gem from Síta's brow. +With Ocean, Rama's interview; +The bridge that Nala o'er it threw. +The crossing, and the sitting down +At night round Lanka's royal town. +The treaty with Vibhíshan made: +The plan for Ravan's slaughter laid. +How Kumbhakarna in his pride +And Meghanada fought and died. +How Ravan in the fight was slain, +And captive Síta brought again. +Vibhíshan set upon the throne; +The flying chariot Pushpak shown. +How Brahma and the Gods appeared, +And Síta's doubted honour cleared. +How in the flying car they rode +To Bharadvaja's cabin abode. +The Wind-God's son sent on afar; +How Bharat met the flying car. +How Rama then was king ordained; +The legions their discharge obtained. +How Rama cast his queen away; +How grew the people's love each day. +Thus did the saint Valmíki tell +Whate'er in Rama's life befell, +And in the closing verses all +That yet to come will once befall. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_30.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_30.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..666084d10e314e434bda25f6f2ffc013bef6c515 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_30.txt @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +Canto XXXI. The Perfect Hermitage. + +Pure, with glad cheer and joyful breast, +Of those mysterious arms possessed, +Rama, now passing on his way, +Thus to the saint began to say: +“Lord of these mighty weapons, I +Can scarce be harmed by Gods on high; +Now, best of saints, I long to gain +The powers that can these arms restrain.” +Thus spoke the prince. The sage austere, +True to his vows, from evil clear, +Called forth the names of those great charms +Whose powers restrain the deadly arms. +“Receive thou True and Truly famed, +And Bold and Fleet: the weapons named +[pg 043] +Warder and Progress, swift of pace, +Averted-head and Drooping-face; +The Seen, and that which Secret flies; +The weapon of the thousand eyes; +Ten-headed, and the Hundred-faced, +Star-gazer and the Layer-waste: +The Omen-bird, the Pure-from-spot, +The pair that wake and slumber not: +The Fiendish, that which shakes amain, +The Strong-of-Hand, the Rich-in-Gain: +The Guardian, and the Close-allied, +The Gaper, Love, and Golden-side: +O Raghu's son receive all these, +Bright ones that wear what forms they please; +Kriśaśva's mystic sons are they, +And worthy thou their might to sway.” +With joy the pride of Raghu's race +Received the hermit's proffered grace, +Mysterious arms, to check and stay, +Or smite the foeman in the fray. +Then, all with heavenly forms endued, +Nigh came the wondrous multitude. +Celestial in their bright attire +Some shone like coals of burning fire; +Some were like clouds of dusky smoke; +And suppliant thus they sweetly spoke: +“Thy thralls, O Rama, here we stand: +Command, we pray, thy faithful band” +“Depart,” he cried, “where each may list, +But when I call you to assist, +Be present to my mind with speed, +And aid me in the hour of need.” +To Rama then they lowly bent, +And round him in due reverence went, +To his command, they answered, Yea, +And as they came so went away. +When thus the arms had homeward flown, +With pleasant words and modest tone, +E'en as he walked, the prince began +To question thus the holy man: +“What cloudlike wood is that which near +The mountain's side I see appear? +O tell me, for I long to know; +Its pleasant aspect charms me so. +Its glades are full of deer at play, +And sweet birds sing on every spray, +Past is the hideous wild; I feel +So sweet a tremor o'er me steal, +And hail with transport fresh and new +A land that is so fair to view. +Then tell me all, thou holy Sage, +And whose this pleasant hermitage +In which those wicked ones delight +To mar and kill each holy rite. +And with foul heart and evil deed +Thy sacrifice, great Saint, impede. +To whom, O Sage, belongs this land +In which thine altars ready stand! +'Tis mine to guard them, and to slay +The giants who the rites would stay. +All this, O best of saints, I burn +From thine own lips, my lord, to learn.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_300.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_300.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8beb577c19b513a500ace6c4397c7c6ee83ecf09 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_300.txt @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +Canto XXXI. The Envoy. + +But Rama in the autumn night +Stood musing on the mountain height, +While grief and love that scorned control +Shook with wild storms the hero's soul. +Clear was the sky, without a cloud +The glory of the moon to shroud. +And bright with purest silver shone +Each hill the soft beams looked upon. +He knew Sugríva's heart was bent +On pleasure, gay and negligent. +He thought on Janak's child forlorn +From his fond arms for ever torn. +He mourned occasion slipping by, +And faint with anguish heaved each sigh. +[pg 361] +He sat where many a varied streak +Of rich ore marked the mountain peak. +He raised his eyes the sky to view, +And to his love his sad thoughts flew. +He heard the Saras 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? +How can my absent love behold +The bright trees with their flowers of gold, +And all their gleaming glory see +With eyes that vainly look for me? +How is it with my darling when +From the deep tangles of the glen +Float carols of each bird elate +With rapture singing to his mate? +In vain my weary glances rove +From lake to hill, from stream to grove: +I find no rapture in the scene, +And languish for my fawn-eyed queen. +Ah, does strong love with wild unrest, +Born of the autumn, stir her breast? +And does the gentle lady pine +Till her bright eyes shall look in mine?” +Thus Raghu's son in piteous tone, +O'erwhelmed with sorrow, made his moan. +E'en as the bird that drinks the rains632 +To Indra thousand-eyed complains. +Then Lakshman who had wandered through +The copses where the berries grew, +Returning to the cavern found +His brother chief in sorrow drowned, +And pitying the woes that broke +The spirit of the hero spoke: +“Why cast thy strength of soul away, +And weakly yield to passion's sway? +Arise, my brother, do and dare +Ere action perish in despair. +Recall the firmness of thy heart, +And nerve thee for a hero's part. +Whose is the hand unscathed to sieze +The red flame quickened by the breeze? +Where is the foe will dare to wrong +Or keep the Maithil lady long?” +Then with pale lips that sorrow dried +The son of Raghu thus replied: +“Lord Indra thousand-eyed, has sent +The sweet rain from the firmament, +Sees the rich promise of the grain, +And turns him to his rest again. +The clouds with voices loud and deep, +Veiling each tree upon the steep, +Up on the thirsty earth have shed +Their precious burden and are fled. +Now in kings' hearts ambition glows: +They rush to battle with their foes;633 +But in Sugríva's sloth I see +No care for deeds of chivalry. +See, Lakshman, on each breezy height +A thousand autumn blooms are bright. +See how the wings of wild swans gleam +On every islet of the stream. +Four months of flood and rain are past: +A hundred years they seemed to last +To me whom toil and trouble tried, +My Síta severed from my side. +She, gentlest woman, weak and young, +Still to her lord unwearied clung. +Still by the exile's side she stood +In the wild ways of Danḍak wood, +Like a fond bird disconsolate +If parted from her darling mate. +Sugríva, lapped in soft repose, +Untouched by pity for my woes, +Scorns the poor exile, dispossessed, +By Ravan's mightier arm oppressed, +The wretch who comes to sue and pray +From his lost kingdom far away. +Hence falls on me the Vanar's scorn, +A suitor friendless and forlorn. +The time is come: with heedless eye +He sees the hour of action fly,— +Unmindful, now his hopes succeed, +Of promise made in stress of need. +Go seek him sunk in bliss and sloth, +Forgetful of his royal oath, +And as mine envoy thus upbraid +The monarch for his help delayed: +“Vile is the wretch who will not pay +The favour of an earlier day, +Hope in the supplicant's breast awakes, +And then his plighted promise breaks. +Noblest, mid all of women born, +Who keeps the words his lips have sworn, +Yea, if those words be good or ill, +Maintains his faith unbroken still. +The thankless who forget to aid +The friend who helped them when they prayed, +Dishonoured in their death shall lie, +And dogs shall pass their corpses by. +Sure thou wouldst see my strained arm hold +My bow of battle backed with gold, +Wouldst gaze upon its awful form +Like lightning flashing through the storm, +And hear the clanging bowstring loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud.” +His valour and his strength I know: +But pleasure's sway now sinks them low, +With thee, my brother, for ally +That strength and valour I defy. +[pg 362] +He promised, when the rains should end, +The succour of his arm to lend. +Those months are past: he dares forget, +And, lapped in pleasure, slumbers yet. +No thought disturbs his careless breast +For us impatient and distressed, +And, while we sadly wait and pine, +Girt by his lords he quaffs the wine. +Go, brother, go, his palace seek, +And boldly to Sugríva speak, +Thus give the listless king to know +What waits him if my anger glow: +Still open, to the gloomy God, +Lies the sad path that Bali trod. +“Still to thy plighted word be true, +Lest thou, O King, that path pursue. +I launched the shaft I pointed well. +And Bali, only Bali, fell. +But, if from truth thou dare to stray, +Both thee and thine this hand shall slay.” +Thus be the Vanar king addressed, +Then add thyself what seems the best.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_301.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_301.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..90e11e7cfe8de7f853716c8474c41c132a839527 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_301.txt @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +Canto XXXII. Hanuman's Counsel. + +Thus Rama spoke, and Lakshman then +Made answer to the prince of men: +“Yea, if the Vanar, undeterred +By fear of vengeance, break his word, +Loss of his royal power ere long +Shall pay the traitor for the wrong. +Nor deem I him so void of sense +To brave the bitter consequence. +But if enslaved to joy he lie, +And scorn thy grace with blinded eye, +Then let him join his brother slain: +Unmeet were such a wretch to reign. +Quick rises, kindling in my breast, +The wrath that will not be repressed, +And bids me in my fury slay +The breaker of his faith to-day. +Let Bali's son thy consort trace +With bravest chiefs of Vanar race.” +Thus spoke the hero, and aglow +With rage of battle seized his bow. +But Rama thus in gentler mood +With fitting words his speech renewed: +“No hero with a soul like thine +To paths of sin will e'er incline, +He who his angry heart can tame +Is worthiest of a hero's name. +Not thine, my brother, be the part +So alien from the tender heart, +Nor let thy feet by wrath misled +Forsake the path they loved to tread. +From harsh and angry words abstain: +With gentle speech a hearing gain, +And tax Sugríva with the crime +Of failing faith and wasted time.” +Then Lakshman, bravest of the brave, +Obeyed the hest that Rama gave, +To whom devoting every thought +The Vanar's royal town he sought. +As Mandar's mountain heaves on high +His curved peak soaring to the sky, +So Lakshman showed, his dread bow bent +Like Indra's634 in the firmament. +His brother's wrath, his brother's woe +Inflamed his soul to fiercest glow. +The tallest trees to earth were cast +As furious on his way he passed, +And where he stepped, so fiercely fleet, +The stones were shivered by his feet. +He reached Kishkindha's city deep +Embosomed where the hills were steep, +Where street and open square were lined +With legions of the Vanar kind. +Then, as his lips with fury swelled, +The lord of Raghu's line beheld +A stream of Vanar chiefs outpoured +To do obeisance to their lord. +But when the mighty prince in view +Of the thick coming Vanars drew, +They turned them in amaze to seize +Crags of the rock and giant trees. +He saw, and fiercer waxed his ire, +As oil lends fury to the fire. +Scarce had the Vanar chieftains seen +That wrathful eye, that troubled mien +Fierce as the God's who rules the dead, +When, turned in wild affright, they fled. +Speeding in breathless terror all +Sought King Sugríva's council hall, +And there made known their tale of fear, +That Lakshman wild with rage, was near. +The king, untroubled by alarms, +Held Tara in his amorous arms, +And in the distant bower with her +Heard not each clamorous messenger. +Then, summoned at the lords' behest +Forth from the city portals pressed, +Each like some elephant or cloud, +The Vanars in a trembling crowd: +Fierce warriors all with massive jaws +And terrors of their tiger claws, +Some matched ten elephants, and some +A hundred's strength could overcome. +Some chieftains, mightier than the rest, +Ten times a hundred's force possessed. +With eyes of fury Lakshman viewed +The Vanars' tree-armed multitude. +Thus garrisoned from side to side +The city walls assault defied. +Beyond the moat that girt the wall +Advanced the Vanar chiefs; and all +Upon the plain in firm brigade, +Impetuous warriors, stood arrayed. +[pg 363] +Red at the sight flashed Lakshman's eyes, +His bosom heaved tumultuous sighs, +And forth the fire of fury broke +Like flame that flashes through the smoke. +Like some fierce snake the hero stood: +His bow recalled the expanded hood, +And in his shaft-head bright and keen +The flickering of its tongue was seen: +And in his own all-conquering might +The venom of its deadly bite. +Prince Angad marked his angry look, +And every hope his heart forsook. +Then, his large eyes with fury red, +To Angad Lakshman turned and said: +“Go tell the king that Lakshman waits +For audience at the city gates, +Whose heart, O tamer of thy foes, +Is heavy with his brother's woes. +Bid him to Rama's word attend, +And ask if he will aid his friend. +Go, let the king my message learn: +Then hither with all speed return.” +Prince Angad heard and wild with grief +Cried as he looked upon the chief: +“'Tis Lakshman's self: impelled by ire +He seeks the city of my sire.” +At the fierce words and furious look +Of Raghu's son he quailed and shook. +Back through the city gates he sped, +And, laden with the tale of dread, +Sought King Sugríva, filled his ears +And Ruma's with his doubts and fears. +To Ruma and the king he bent, +And clasped their feet most reverent, +Clasped the dear feet of Tara, too, +And told the startling tale anew. +But King Sugríva's ear was dulled, +By love and wine and languor lulled, +Nor did the words that Angad spake +The slumberer from his trance awake. +But soon as Raghu's son came nigh +The startled Vanars raised a cry, +And strove to win his grace, while dread +Each anxious heart disquieted. +They saw, and, as they gathered round, +Rose from the mighty throng a sound +Like torrents when they downward dash, +Or thunder with the lightning's flash. +The shouting of the Vanars broke +Sugríva's slumber, and he woke: +Still with the wine his eyes were red, +His neck with flowers was garlanded. +Roused at the voice of Angad came +Two Vanar lords of rank and fame; +One Yaksha, one Prabhava hight,— +Wise counsellors of gain and right. +They came and raised their voices high, +And told that Raghu's son was nigh: +“Two brothers steadfast in their truth, +Each glorious in the bloom of youth, +Worthy of rule, have left the skies, +And clothed their forms in men's disguise. +One at thy gates, in warlike hands +Holding his mighty weapon, stands. +His message is the charioteer +That brings the eager envoy near, +Urged onward by his bold intent, +And by the hest of Rama sent.” +The gathered Vanars saw and fled, +And raised aloud their cry of dread. +Son of Queen Tara, Angad ran +To parley with the godlike man. +Still fiery-eyed with rage and hate +Stands Lakshman at the city gate, +And trembling Vanars scarce can fly +Scathed by the lightning of his eye. +“Go with thy son, thy kith and kin, +The favour of the prince to win, +And bow thy reverent head that so +His fiery wrath may cease to glow. +What righteous Rama bids thee, do, +And to thy plighted word be true.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_302.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_302.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b80dcc61216f66fa6a3b4984e4b52fddae18088 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_302.txt @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +Canto XXXIII. Lakshman's Entry. + +Sugríva heard, and, trained and tried +In counsel, to his lords replied: +“No deed of mine, no hasty word +The anger of the prince has stirred. +But haply some who hate me still +And watch their time to work me ill, +Have slandered me to Raghu's son, +Accused of deeds I ne'er have done. +Now, O my lords—for you are wise— +Speak truly what your hearts advise, +And, pondering each event, inquire +The reason of the prince's ire. +No fear have I of Lakshman: none: +No dread of Raghu's mightier son. +But wrath, that fires a friendly breast +Without due cause, disturbs my rest. +With labour light is friendship gained, +But with severest toil maintained. +And doubt is strong, and faith is weak, +[pg 364] +And friendship dies when traitors speak. +Hence is my troubled bosom cold +With fear of Rama lofty-souled; +For heavy on my spirit weigh +His favours I can ne'er repay.” +He ceased: and Hanuman of all +The Vanars in the council hall +In wisdom first, and rank, expressed +The thoughts that filled his prudent breast: +“No marvel thou rememberest yet +The service thou shouldst ne'er forget, +How the brave prince of Raghu's seed +Thy days from fear and peril freed; +And Bali for thy sake o'erthrew, +Whom Indra's self might scarce subdue. +I doubt not Rama's anger burns +For the scant love thy heart returns. +For this he sends his brother, him +Whose glory never waxes dim. +Sunk in repose thy careless eye +Marks not the seasons as they fly, +Nor sees that autumn has begun +With dark blooms opening to the sun. +Clear is the sky: no cloudlet mars +The splendour of the shining stars. +The balmy air is soft and still, +And clear and bright are lake and rill. +Thou heedest not with blinded eyes +The hour for warlike enterprise. +Hence Lakshman hither comes to break +Thy slothful trance and bid thee wake. +Then, Monarch, with a patient ear +The high-souled Rama's message hear, +Which, reft of wife and realm and friends, +Thus by another's mouth he sends. +Thou, Vanar King, hast done amiss: +And now I see no way but this: +Before his envoy humbly stand +And sue for peace with suppliant hand. +High duty bids a courtier seek +His master's weal, and freely speak. +So by no thought of fear controlled +My speech, O King, is free and bold, +For Rama, if his anger glow, +Can, with the terrors of his bow +This earth with all the Gods subdue, +Gandharvas,635 and the demon crew. +Unwise to stir his wrathful mood +Whose favour must again be wooed. +And, most of all, unwise for one +Grateful like thee for service done. +Go with thy son and kinsmen: bend +Thy humble head and greet thy friend. +And, like a fond obedient spouse, +Be faithful to thy plighted vows.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_303.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_303.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..42da27bd267a983ab5f64e11849c2b03260b3ff1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_303.txt @@ -0,0 +1,200 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Lakshman's Speech. + +Through the fair city Lakshman came, +Invited in Sugríva's name. +Within the gates the guardian bands, +Of Vanars raised their suppliant hands, +And in their ordered ranks, amazed, +Upon the princely hero gazed, +They marked each burning breath he drew, +The fury of his soul they knew. +Their hearts were chilled with sudden fear: +They gazed, but dared not venture near, +Before his eyes the city, gay +With gems and flowery gardens, lay, +Where fane and palace rose on high, +And things of beauty charmed the eye. +Where trees of every blossom grew +Yielding their fruit in season due +To Vanars of celestial seed +Who wore each varied form at need, +Fair-faced and glorious with the shine +Of heavenly robes and wreaths divine. +There sandal, aloe, lotus bloomed, +And there delicious breath perfumed +The city's broad street, redolent +Of sugary mead636 and honey scent. +There many a lofty palace rose +Like Vindhya or the Lord of Snows, +And with sweet murmur sparkling rills +Leapt lightly down the sheltering hills. +On many a glorious palace, raised +For prince and noble,637 Lakshman gazed: +Like clouds of paly hue they shone +With fragrant wreaths that hung thereon: +There wealth of jewels was enshrined, +And fairer gems of womankind. +There gleamed, of noble height and size, +Like Indra's mansion in the skies, +Protected by a crystal fence +Of rock, the royal residence, +With roof and turret high and bright +Like Mount Kailasa's loftiest height. +There blooming trees, Mahendra's gift, +High o'er the walls were seen to lift +Their golden fruited boughs, that made +With leaf and flower delicious shade. +He saw a band of Vanars wait, +[pg 365] +Wielding their weapons, at the gate +Where golden portals flashed between +Celestial garlands red and green. +Within Sugríva's fair abode +Unchecked the mighty hero strode, +As when the sun of autumn shrouds +His glory in a pile of clouds. +Through seven wide courts he quickly passed, +And reached the royal tower at last, +Where seats were set with couch and bed +Of gold and silver richly spread. +While the young chieftain's feet drew near +The sound of music reached his ear, +As the soft breathings of the flute +Came blending with the voice and lute. +Then beauty showed her youth and grace +And varied charm of form and face: +Soft bright-eyed creatures, fair and young,— +Gay garlands round their necks were hung, +And greater charms to each were lent +By richest dress and ornament. +He saw the calm attendants wait +About their lord in careless state, +Heard women's girdles chime in sweet +Accordance with their tinkling feet. +He heard the anklet's silvery sound, +He saw the calm that reigned around, +And o'er him, as he listened, came +A rush of rage, a flood of shame. +He drew his bowstring: with the clang +From ease to west the welkin rang: +Then in his modest mood withdrew +A little from the ladies' view. +And sternly silent stood apart, +While wrath for Rama filled his heart. +Sugríva knew the sounding string, +And at the call the Vanar king +Sprang swiftly from his golden seat, +And feared the coming prince to meet. +Then with cold lips that terror dried +To beauteous Tara thus he cried: +“What cause of anger, O my spouse +Fair with the charm of lovely brows, +Sets Lakshman's gentle breast on fire, +And brings him in unwonted ire? +Say, canst thou see, O faultless dame, +A cause to fill his soul with flame? +For there must be a reason when +Such fury stirs the king of men. +Reveal the sin, if sin of mine +Anger the lord of Raghu's line. +Or go thyself, his rage subdue, +And with soft words his favour woo. +Soon as on thee his eyes are set +His heart this anger will forget, +For men like him of lofty mind +Are never stern with womankind. +First let thy gentle speech disarm +His fury, and his spirit charm, +And I, from fear of peril free, +The conqueror of his foes will see.” +She heard: with faltering steps and slow, +With eyes that shone with trembling glow, +With gold-girt body gently bent +To meet the stranger prince she went. +When Lakshman saw the Vanar queen +With tranquil eyes and modest mien, +Before the dame he bent his head, +And anger, at her presence, fled. +Made bold by draughts of wine, and cheered +By Lakshman's look no more she feared, +And in the trust his favour lent +She thus addressed him eloquent: +“Whence springs thy burning fury? say: +Who dares thy will to disobey? +Who checks the maddened flames that seize +On forests full of withered trees?” +Then Lakshman spoke, her mind to ease, +His kind reply in words like these: +“Thy lord his days in pleasure spends, +Heedless of duty and of friends, +Nor dost thou mark, though fondly true, +The evil path his steps pursue. +He cares not for affairs of state, +Nor us forlorn and desolate, +But sits a mere spectator still, +A sensual slave to pleasure's will. +Four months were fixed, the time agreed +When he should help us in our need: +But, bound in toils of pleasure fast, +He sees not that the months are past. +Where beats the heart which draughts of wine +To virtue or to gain incline? +Hast thou not heard those draughts destroy +Virtue and gain and love and joy? +For those who, helped at need, refuse +Their aid in turn, their virtue lose: +And they who scorn a friend disdain +A treasure naught may buy again. +Thy lord has cast his friend away, +Nor feared from virtue's path to stray, +If this be true, declare, O dame +Who knowest duty's every claim, +What further work remains for us +Deceived and disappointed thus.” +She listened, for his words were kind, +Where virtue showed with gain combined, +And thus in turn the prince addressed, +As hope was rising in his breast: +“No time, no cause of wrath I see +With those who live and honour thee: +And thou shouldst bear without offence +Thy servant's fitful negligence. +I know the seasons glide away, +While Rama maddens at delay +I know what deed our thanks has earned, +I know that grace should be returned. +But still I know, whate'er befall, +That conquering love is lord of all; +[pg 366] +Know where Sugríva's thoughts, possessed +By one absorbing passion, rest. +But he whom sensual joys debase +Heeds not the claim of time and place, +And sees not with his blinded sight +His duty or his gain aright. +O pardon him who loves me! spare +The Vanar caught in pleasure's snare, +And once again let Rama grace +With favour him who rules our race. +E'en royal saints, whose chief delight +Was penance and austerest rite, +At love's commandment have unbent, +Beguiled by sweetest blandishment. +And know, Sugríva, roused at last, +The order to his lords has passed, +And, long by love and bliss delayed, +Wakes all on fire your hopes to aid. +A countless host his city fills, +New-gathered from a thousand hills: +Impetuous chiefs, who wear at need +Each varied form, his legions lead. +Come then, O hero, kept aloof +By modest awe, nor fear reproof: +A faithful friend untouched by blame +May look upon another's dame.” +He passed within, by Tara pressed, +And by his own impatient breast, +Refulgent there in sunlike sheen +Sugríva on his throne was seen. +Gay garlands round his neck were twined, +And Ruma by her lord recline. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_304.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_304.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..240ca9ad5ef36e4ac491c47535927e4f5b8bcf50 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_304.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +Canto XXXV. Tara's Speech. + +Sugríva started from his rest +With doubt and terror in his breast. +He heard the prince's furious tread +He saw his eyes glow fiercely red. +Swift sprang the monarch to his feet +Upstarting from his golden seat. +Rose Ruma and her fellows, too, +And closely round Sugríva drew, +As round the moon's full glory stand +Attendant stars in glittering band. +Sugríva glanced with reddened eyes, +Raised his joined hands in suppliant guise +Flew to the door, and rooted there +Stood like the tree that grants each prayer.638 +And Lakshman saw, and, fiercely moved, +With angry speech the king reproved: +“Famed is the prince who loves the truth, +Whose soul is touched with tender ruth, +Who, liberal, keeps each sense subdued, +And pays the debt of gratitude. +But all unmeet a king to be, +The meanest of the mean is he +Who basely breaks the promise made +To trusting friends who lent him aid. +He sins who for a steed has lied, +As if a hundred steeds had died: +Or if he lie, a cow to win, +Tenfold as heavy is the sin. +But if the lie a man betray, +Both he and his shall all decay.639 +O Vanar King, the thankless man +Is worthy of the general ban, +Who takes assistance of his friends, +And in his turn no service lends. +This verse of old by Brahma sung +Is echoed now by every tongue. +Hear what He cried in angry mood +Bewailing man's ingratitude: +“For draughts of wine, for slaughtered cows, +For treacherous theft, for broken vows +A pardon is ordained: but none +For thankless scorn of service done.” +Ungrateful, Vanar King, art thou, +And faithless to thy plighted vow. +For Rama brought thee help, and yet +Thou shunnest to repay the debt: +Or, grateful, thou hadst surely pressed +To aid the hero in his quest. +Thou art, in vulgar pleasures drowned, +False to thy bond in honour bound. +Nor yet has Rama's guileless heart +Discerned thee for the thing thou art— +A snake who holds the frogs that cries +And lures fresh victims as it dies. +Brave Rama, born for glorious fate, +Has set thee in thy high estate, +And to the Vanars' throne restored, +Great-souled himself, their mean-souled lord. +Now if thy pride disown what he, +High thoughted prince, has done for thee, +Struck by his arrows shalt thou fall, +And Bali meet in Yama's hall. +Still open, to the gloomy God, +Lies the sad path thy brother trod. +Then to thy plighted word be true, +Nor let thy steps that path pursue. +Methinks the shafts of Rama, shot +Like thunderbolts, thou heedest not, +Who canst, absorbed in sensual bliss, +Thy promise from thy mind dismiss.” +[pg 367] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_305.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_305.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4bf72281daad6082a7b4b3ed46318b2e31098dae --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_305.txt @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +Canto XXXVI. Sugríva's Speech. + +He ceased: and Tara starry-eyed +Thus to the angry prince replied: +“Not to my lord shouldst thou address +A speech so fraught with bitterness: +Not thus reproached my lord should be, +And least of all, O Prince, by thee. +He is no thankless coward—no— +With spirit dead to valour's glow. +From paths of truth he never strays, +Nor wanders in forbidden ways. +Ne'er will Sugríva's heart forget, +By Rama saved, the lasting debt. +Still in his grateful breast will live +The succour none but he could give. +Restored to fame by Rama's grace, +To empire o'er the Vanar race, +From ceaseless dread and toil set free, +Restored to Ruma and to me: +By grief and care and exile tried, +New to the bliss so long denied, +Like Viśvamitra once, alas, +He marks not how the seasons pass. +That saint ten thousand years remained, +By sweet Ghritachí's640 love enchained, +And deemed those years, that flew away +So lightly, but a single day. +O, if those years unheeded flew +By him who times and seasons knew, +Unequalled for his lofty mind, +What marvel meaner eyes are blind? +Then be not angry, Raghu's son, +And let thy brother feel for one +Who many a weary year has spent +Stranger to love and blandishment. +Let not this wrath thy soul inflame, +Like some mean wretch unknown to fame: +For high and noble hearts like thine +Love mercy and to ruth incline, +Calm and deliberate, and slow +With anger's raging fire to glow. +At length, O righteous prince, relent, +Nor let my words in vain be spent, +This sudden blaze of fury slake, +I pray thee for Sugríva's sake. +He would renounce at Rama's call +Ruma and Angad, me and all +Who call him lord: his gold and grain, +The favour of his friend to gain. +His arm shall slay the fiend more base +In soul than all his impious race, +And happy Rama reunite +To Síta, rival in delight +Of the triumphant Moon when he +Rejoins his darling Rohiní.641 +Ten million million demons guard +The gates of Lanka firmly barred. +All hope until that host be slain, +To smite the robber king is vain. +Nor with Sugríva's aid alone +May king and host be overthrown. +Thus ere he died—for well he knew— +Spake Bali, and his words are true. +I know not what his proofs might be, +But speak the words he spake to me. +Hence far and wide our lords are sent +To raise the mightiest armament, +For their return Sugríva waits +Ere he can sally from his gates. +Still is the oath Sugríva swore +Kept firmly even as before: +And the great host this day will be +Assembled by the king's decree, +Ten thousand thousand troops, who wear +The form of monkey and of bear, +Prepared for thee the war to wage: +Then let thy wrath no longer rage. +The matrons of the Vanar race +See marks of fury in thy face; +They see thine eyes like blood are red, +And will not yet be comforted.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_306.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_306.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a3663a238786c8fdc6f0d215aa6d18dfff498b4a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_306.txt @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +Canto XXXVII. The Gathering. + +She ceased: and Lakshman gave assent, +Won by her gentle argument. +So Tara's pleading, just and mild, +His softening heart had reconciled. +His altered mood Sugríva saw, +And cast aside the fear and awe +Like raiment heavy with the rain +Which on his troubled soul had lain. +Then quickly to the ground he threw +His flowery garland, bright of hue, +Which round his royal neck he wore, +And, sobered, was himself once more. +Then turning to the princely man +In soothing words the king began: +“My glory, wealth, and royal sway +To other hands had passed away: +But Rama to my rescue came, +And gave me back my power and fame. +O Lakshman, say, whose grateful heart +[pg 368] +Could nurse the hope to pay in part, +By service of a life, the deed +Of Rama sprung of heavenly seed? +His foeman Ravan shall be slain, +And Síta shall be his again. +The hero's side I will not leave, +But he the conquest shall achieve. +What need of help has he who drew +His bow, and one great arrow flew +Through seven tall trees, a mountain rent, +And cleft the earth with force unspent? +What aid needs he who shook his bow, +And at the sound the earth below +With hill and wood and rooted rock +Quaked feverous with the thunder shock? +Yet all my legions will I bring, +And follow close the warrior king +Marching on his impetuous way +Fierce Ravan and his hosts to slay. +If I be guilty of offence, +Careless through love or negligence, +Let him his loyal slave forgive; +For error cleaves to all who live.” +Thus king Sugríva, good and brave, +In humble words his answer gave, +Softened was Lakshman's angry mood +Who thus his friendly speech renewed: +“My brother, Vanar King, will see +A champion and a friend in thee. +So strong art thou, so brave and bold, +So pure in thought, so humble-souled, +That thou deservest well to reign +And all a monarch's bliss to gain. +Lend thou my brother aid, and all +His foes beneath his arm will fall. +Full well the words thou speakest suit +A chieftain wise and resolute. +With grateful heart that loves the right, +And foot that never yields in fight. +O come, and my sad brother cheer +Who mourns the wife he holds so dear. +O pardon, friend, my harsh address, +And Rama's frantic bitterness.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_307.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_307.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8465ae2f9e48bd159ddb3ed72438742aa719310f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_307.txt @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ +Canto XXXVIII. Sugríva's Departure. + +He ceased: and King Sugríva cried +To sage Hanúman642 by his side: +“Summon the Vanar legions, those +Who dwell about the Lord of Snows: +Those who in Vindhyan groves delight, +Kailasa's, or Mahendra's height, +Dwell on the Five bright Peaks, or where +Mandar's white summit cleaves the air: +Wherever they are wandring free +In highlands by the western sea, +On that east hill whence springs the sun, +Or where he sinks when day is done. +Call the great chiefs whose legions fill +The forests of the Lotus Hill,643 +Where every one in strength and size +With the stupendous Anjan644 vies. +Call those, with tints of burnished gold +Whom Mahaśaila's caverns hold: +Those who on Dhúmra roam, or hide +In the wild woods on Meru's side. +Call those who, brilliant as the sun, +On high Maharun leap and run, +Quaffing sweet juices that distil +From odorous trees upon the hill, +Call those whom tranquil haunts delight, +Where dwell the sage and anchorite +In groves that through their wide extent +Exhale a thousand blossoms' scent. +Send out, send out: from coast to coast +Assemble all the Vanar host: +With force, with words, with gifts of price +Compel, admonish and entice. +Already envoys have been sent +To warn them of their lord's intent. +Let others urged by thee repeat +My mandate that their steps be fleet. +Those lords who yielding to the sway +Of love's delight would fain delay, +Urge hither with the utmost speed, +Or with thee to my presence lead: +And those who linger to the last +Until ten days be come and passed, +And dare their sovereign to defy, +For their offence shall surely die. +Thousands, yea millions, shall there be, +Obedient to their king's decree, +The lions of the Vanar race, +Assembled from each distant place, +Forth shall they haste like hills in size, +Or mighty clouds that veil the skies, +And swiftly speeding on their way +Bring all our legions in array.” +[pg 369] +He ceased: the son of Vayu645 heard, +Submissive to his sovereign's word; +And sent his rapid envoys forth +To east and west and south and north. +They bent their airy course afar +Along the paths of bird and star, +And sped through ether farther yet +Where Vishnu's splendid sphere is set.646 +By sea, on hill, by wood and lake +They called to arms for Rama's sake, +As each with terror in his breast +Obeyed his awful king's behest. +Three million Vanars, fierce and strong +As Anjan's self, a wondrous throng +Sped from the spot where Rama still +Gazed restless from the woody hill. +Ten million others, brave and bold, +With coats that shone like burning gold, +Came flying from the mountain crest +Where sinks the weary sun to rest. +Impetuous from the northern skies, +Where Mount Kailasa's summits rise, +Ten hundred millions hasted, hued +Like manes of lions, ne'er subdued: +The dwellers on Himalaya's side, +Whose food his roots and fruit supplied, +With rangers of the Vindhyan chain +And neighbours of the Milky Main.647 +Some from the palm groves where they fed, +Some from the woods of betel sped: +In countless numbers, fierce and brave, +They came from mountain, lake, and cave. +As on their way the Vanars went +To rouse each distant armament, +They chanced that wondrous tree to view +That on Himalaya's summit grew. +Of old upon that sacred height +Was wrought Maheśvar's648 glorious rite, +Which every God in heaven beheld, +And his glad heart with triumph swelled. +There from pure seed at random sown +Bright plants with luscious fruit had grown, +And, sweet as Amrit to the taste, +The summit of the mountain graced. +Who once should eat the virtuous fruit +That sprang from so divine a root, +One whole revolving moon should be +From every pang of hunger free. +The Vanars culled the fruit they found +Ripe on the sacrificial ground +With rare celestial odours sweet, +To lay them at Sugríva's feet. +Those noble envoys scoured the land +To summon every Vanar band +Then swiftly homeward at the head +Of countless armaments they sped. +They gathered by Kishkindha's wall. +They thronged Sugríva's palace hall, +And, richly laden, bare within +That fruit of heavenly origin. +Their gifts before their king they spread, +And thus in tones of triumph said: +“Through every land our way we took +To visit hill and wood and brook, +And all thy hosts from east to west +Flock hither at their lord's behest.” +Sugríva with delighted look +The present of his envoys took, +Then bade them go, with gracious speech +Rewarding and dismissing each. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_308.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_308.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..988e40e9d61856dfafaa90329ecf805ccbcb24b2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_308.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto XXXIX. The Vanar Host. + +Thus all the princely Vanars, true +To their appointed tasks, withdrew. +Sugríva deemed already done +The work he planned for Raghu's son. +Then Lakshman gently spoke and cheered +Sugríva for his valour feared: +“Now, chieftain, if thy will be so, +Forth from Kishkindha let us go.” +Sugríva's heart swelled high with pride +As to the prince he thus replied: +“Come, speed we forth without delay: +'Tis mine thy mandate to obey.” +Sugríva bade the dames adieu, +And Tara and the rest withdrew. +Then at their chieftain's summons came +The Vanars first in rank and fame, +A trusty brave and reverent band, +Meet e'en before a queen to stand. +They at his call made haste to bring +The litter of the glorious king. +“Mount, O my friend.” Sugríva cried, +And straight Sumitra's son complied. +Then took by Lakshman's side his place +The sovereign of the woodland race, +Upraised by Vanars, fleet and strong, +Who bore the glittering load along. +On high above his royal head +A paly canopy was spread, +And chouries white in many a hand +The forehead of the monarch fanned, +And shell and drum and song and shout +Pealed round him as the king passed out. +[pg 370] +About the monarch went a throng +Of Vanar warriors brave and strong, +As onward to the mountain shade +Where Rama dwelt his way he made. +Soon as the lovely spot he viewed +Where Rama lived in solitude, +The Vanar monarch, far-renowed, +With Lakshman, lightly stepped to ground, +And to the son of Raghu went +Joining his raised hands reverent. +As their great leader raised his hands, +So suppliant stood the Vanar bands. +Well pleased the son of Raghu saw +Those legions, hushed in reverent awe, +Stand silent like the tranquil floods +That raise their hands of lotus buds. +But Rama, when the king, to greet +His friend, had bowed him at his feet, +Raised him who ruled the Vanar race, +And held him in a close embrace: +Then, when his arms he had unknit, +Besought him by his side to sit, +And thus with gentle words the best +Of men the Vanar king addressed: +“The prince who well his days divides, +And knows aright the times and tides +To follow duty, joy, or gain, +He, only he, deserves to reign. +But he who wealth and virtue leaves, +And every hour to pleasure cleaves, +Falls from his bliss like him who wakes +From slumber on a branch that breaks. +True king is he who smites his foes, +And favour to his servants shows, +And of that fruit makes timely use +Which virtue, wealth, and joy produce. +The hour is come that bids thee rise +To aid me in my enterprise. +Then call thy nobles to debate, +And with their help deliberate.” +“Lost was my power,” the king replied, +“All strength had fled, all hope had died. +The Vanars owned another lord, +But by thy grace was all restored. +All this, O conqueror of the foe, +To thee and Lakshman's aid I owe. +And his should be the villain's shame +Who durst deny the sacred claim. +These Vanar chiefs of noblest birth +Have at my bidding roamed the earth, +And brought from distant regions all +Our legions at their monarch's call: +Fierce bears with monkey troops combined, +And apes of every varied kind, +Terrific in their forms, who dwell +In grove and wood and bosky dell: +The bright Gandharvas' brood, the seed +Of Gods,649 they change their shapes at need. +Each with his legions in array, +Hither, O Prince, they make their way. +They come: and tens of millions swell +To numbers that no tongue may tell.650 +For thee their armies will unite +With chiefs, Mahendra's peers in might. +From Meru and from Vindhya's chain +They come like clouds that bring the rain. +These round thee to the war will go, +To smite to earth thy demon foe; +Will slay the Rakshas and restore +Thy consort when the fight is o'er.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_309.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_309.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a100933c55a80b385c1b405e9f4c590d87693892 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_309.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Canto XL. The Army Of The East. + +Then Rama, best of all who guide +Their steps by duty, thus replied: +“What marvel if Lord Indra send +The kindly rain, O faithful friend? +If, thousand-rayed, the God of Day +Drive every darksome cloud away? +Or, rising high, the Lord of Night +Flood the broad heaven with silver light? +What marvel, King, that one like thee +The glory of his friends should be? +No marvel, O my lord, that thou +Hast shown thy noble nature now. +Thy heart, Sugríva, well I know: +Naught from thy lips but truth may flow, +With thee for friend and champion all +My foes beneath my arm will fall. +The Rakshas, when my queen he stole, +Brought sure destruction on his soul, +Like Anuhlada651 who beguiled +Queen Śachí called Puloma's child. +Yes, near, Sugríva, is the day +When I my demon foe shall slay, +As conquering Indra in his ire +Slew Queen Paulomí's haughty sire.”652 +[pg 371] +He ceased: thick clouds of dust rose high +To every quarter of the sky: +The very sun grew faint and pale +Behind the darkly-gathering veil. +The mighty clouds that hung o'erhead +From east to west thick darkness spread, +And earth to her foundations shook +With hill and forest, lake and brook. +Then hidden was the ground beneath +Fierce warriors armed with fearful teeth, +Hosts numberless, each lord in size +A match for him who rules the skies: +From many a sea and distant hill, +From rock and river, lake and rill. +Some like the morning sun were bright, +Some, like the moon, were silver white: +These green as lotus fibres, those +White-coated from their native snows.653 +Then Śatabali came in view +Girt by a countless retinue. +Like some gold mountain high in air +Tara's illustrious sire654 was there. +There Ruma`s father,655 far-renowned, +With tens of thousands ranged around. +There, tinted like the tender green +Of lotus filaments, was seen, +Compassed by countless legions, one +Whose face was as the morning sun, +Hanúman's father good and great, +Kesarí,656 wisest in debate. +There the proud king Gavaksha, feared +For his strong warrior arm, appeared. +There Dhúmra, mighty lord, the dread +Of foes, his ursine legions led. +There Panas, first for warlike fame, +With twenty million warriors came. +There glorious Níla, dark of hue, +Arrayed his countless troops in view. +There moved lord Gavaya brave and bold, +Resplendent like a hill of gold, +And near him Darímukha stood +With millions from the hill and wood +And Dwivid famed for strength and speed, +And Mamda, both of Aśvin seed. +There Gaja, strong and glorious, led +The countless troops around him spread, +And Jambavan657 the king whose sway +The bears delighted to obey, +With swarming myriads onward pressed +True to his lord Sugríva's hest; +And princely Ruman, dear to fame, +Led millions whom no hosts could tame, +All these and many a chief beside658 +Came onward fierce in warlike pride. +They covered all the plain, and still +Pressed forward over wood and hill. +In rows for many a league around +They rested on the grassy ground; +Or to Sugríva made their way, +Like clouds about the Lord of Day, +And to the king their proud heads bent +In power and might preeminent. +Sugríva then to Rama sped, +And raised his reverent hands, and said +That every chief from coast to coast +Was present with his warrior host. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_31.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_31.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca8ffc98fd40a6e57116823a5fa60c492924245f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_31.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Canto XXXII. Visvamitra's Sacrifice. + +Thus spoke the prince of boundless might, +And thus replied the anchorite: +“Chief of the mighty arm, of yore +Lord Vishnu whom the Gods adore, +For holy thought and rites austere +Of penance made his dwelling here. +This ancient wood was called of old +Grove of the Dwarf, the mighty-souled, +And when perfection he attained +The grove the name of Perfect gained. +Bali of yore, Virochan's son, +Dominion over Indra won, +And when with power his proud heart swelled, +O'er the three worlds his empire held. +When Bali then began a rite, +The Gods and Indra in affright +Sought Vishnu in this place of rest, +And thus with prayers the God addressed: +“Bali. Virochan's mighty son, +His sacrifice has now begun: +Of boundless wealth, that demon king +Is bounteous to each living thing. +Though suppliants flock from every side +The suit of none is e'er denied. +Whate'er, where'er howe'er the call, +He hears the suit and gives to all. +Now with thine own illusive art +Perform, O Lord, the helper's part: +Assume a dwarfish form, and thus +From fear and danger rescue us.”167 +Thus in their dread the Immortals sued: +The God a dwarflike shape indued:168 +Before Virochan's son he came, +Three steps of land his only claim. +The boon obtained, in wondrous wise +Lord Vishnu's form increased in size; +Through all the worlds, tremendous, vast, +God of the Triple Step, he passed.169 +The whole broad earth from side to side +He measured with one mighty stride, +Spanned with the next the firmament, +And with the third through heaven he went. +[pg 044] +Thus was the king of demons hurled +By Vishnu to the nether world, +And thus the universe restored +To Indra's rule, its ancient lord. +And now because the immortal God +This spot in dwarflike semblance trod, +The grove has aye been loved by me +For reverence of the devotee. +But demons haunt it, prompt to stay +Each holy offering I would pay. +Be thine, O lion-lord, to kill +These giants that delight in ill. +This day, beloved child, our feet +Shall rest within the calm retreat: +And know, thou chief of Raghu's line, +My hermitage is also thine.” +He spoke; and soon the anchorite, +With joyous looks that beamed delight, +With Rama and his brother stood +Within the consecrated wood. +Soon as they saw the holy man, +With one accord together ran +The dwellers in the sacred shade, +And to the saint their reverence paid, +And offered water for his feet, +The gift of honour and a seat; +And next with hospitable care +They entertained the princely pair. +The royal tamers of their foes +Rested awhile in sweet repose: +Then to the chief of hermits sued +Standing in suppliant attitude: +“Begin, O best of saints, we pray, +Initiatory rites to-day. +This Perfect Grove shall be anew +Made perfect, and thy words be true.” +Then, thus addressed, the holy man, +The very glorious sage, began +The high preliminary rite. +Restraining sense and appetite. +Calmly the youths that night reposed, +And rose when morn her light disclosed, +Their morning worship paid, and took +Of lustral water from the brook. +Thus purified they breathed the prayer, +Then greeted Viśvamitra where +As celebrant he sate beside +The flame with sacred oil supplied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_310.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_310.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..03d61a45c6ad358804c14a32ef0050433599cdb3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_310.txt @@ -0,0 +1,203 @@ +Canto XLI. The Army Of The South. + +With practised eye the king reviewed +The Vanars' countless multitude, +And, joying that his hest was done, +Thus spake to Raghu's mighty son: +“See, all the Vanar hosts who fear +My sovereign might are gathered here. +Chiefs strong as Indra's self, who speed +Wher'er they list, these armies lead. +Fierce and terrific to the view +As Daityas or the Danav659 crew, +[pg 372] +Famed in all lands for souls afire +With lofty thoughts, they never tire, +O'er hill and vale they wander free, +And islets of the distant sea. +And these gathered myriads, all +Will serve thee, Rama, at thy call. +Whate'er thy heart advises, say: +Thy mandates will the host obey.” +Then answered Rama, as he pressed +The Vanar monarch to his breast: +“O search for my lost Síta, strive +To find her if she still survive: +And in thy wondrous wisdom trace +Fierce Ravan to his dwelling-place. +And when by toil and search we know +Where Síta lies and where the foe, +With thee, dear friend, will I devise +Fit means to end the enterprise. +Not mine, not Lakshman's is the power +To guide us in the doubtful hour. +Thou, sovereign of the Vanars, thou +Must be our hope and leader now.” +He ceased: at King Sugríva's call +Near came a Vanar strong and tall. +Huge as a towering mountain, loud +As some tremendous thunder cloud, +A prince who warlike legions led: +To him his sovereign turned and said: +“Go, take ten thousand660 of our race +Well trained in lore of time and place, +And search the eastern region; through +Groves, woods, and hills thy way pursue. +There seek for Síta, trace the spot +Where Ravan hides, and weary not. +Search for the captive in the caves +Of mountains, and by woods and waves. +To Sarjú,661 Kauśikí,662 repair, +Bhagírath's daughter663 fresh and fair. +Search mighty Yamun's664 peak, explore +Swift Yamuna's665 delightful shore, +Sarasvati666 and Sindhu's667 tide, +And rapid Śona's668 pebbly side. +Then roam afar by Mahí's669 bed +Where Kalamahí's groves are spread. +Go where the silken tissue shines, +Go to the land of silver mines.670 +Visit each isle and mountain steep +And city circled by the deep, +And distant villages that high +About the peaks of Mandar lie. +Speed over Yavadwipa's land,671 +And see Mount Śiśir672 proudly stand +Uplifting to the skies his head +By Gods and Danavs visited. +Search each ravine and mountain pass, +Each tangled thicket deep in grass. +Search every cave with utmost care +If haply Rama's queen be there. +Then pass beyond the sounding sea +Where heavenly beings wander free, +And Śona's673 waters swift and strong +With ruddy billows foam along. +Search where his shelving banks descend, +Search where the hanging woods extend. +Try if the pathless thickets screen +The robber and the captive queen. +Search where the torrent floods that rend +The mountain to the plains descend: +Search dark abysses where they rave, +Search mountain slope and wood and cave +Then on with rapid feet and gain +The inlands of the fearful main +Where, tortured by the tempest's lash, +Against rude rocks the billows dash: +An ocean like a sable cloud, +Whose margent monstrous serpents crowd: +[pg 373] +An ocean rising with a roar +To beat upon an iron shore. +On, onward still! your feet shall tread +Shores of the sea whose waves are red, +Where spreading wide your eyes shall see +The guilt-tormenting cotton tree674 +And the wild spot where Garuḍ675 dwells +Which gems adorn and ocean shells, +High as Kailasa, nobly decked, +Wrought by the heavenly architect.676 +Huge giants named Mandehas677 there +In each foul shape they love to wear, +Numbing the soul with terror's chill, +Hang from the summit of the hill. +When darts the sun his earliest beam +They plunge them in the ocean stream, +New vigour from his rays obtain, +And hang upon the rocks again. +Speed onward still: your steps shall be +At length beside the Milky Sea +Whose every ripple as it curls +Gleams glorious with its wealth of pearls. +Amid that sea like pale clouds spread +The white Mount Rishabh678 rears his head. +About the mountain's glorious waist +Woods redolent of bloom are braced. +A lake where lotuses unfold +Their silver buds with threads of gold, +Sudarśan ever bright and fair +Where white swans sport, lies gleaming there, +The wandering Kinnar's679 dear resort, +Where heavenly nymphs and Yakshas680 sport. +On! leave the Milky Sea behind: +Another flood your search shall find, +A waste of waters, wild and drear, +That chills each living heart with fear. +There see the horse's awful head, +Wrath-born, that flames in Ocean's bed.681 +There rises up a fearful cry +From the sea things that move thereby, +When, helpless, powerless for flight, +They gaze upon the horrid sight. +Past to the northern shore, and then +Beyond the flood three leagues and ten +Your wondering glances will behold +Mount Jatarúpa682 bright with gold. +There like the young moon pale of hue +The monstrous serpent683 will ye view, +The earth's supporter, whose bright eyes +Resemble lotus leaves in size. +He rests upon the mountain's brow, +And all the Gods before him bow. +Ananta with a thousand heads +His length in robes of azure spreads. +A triple-headed palm of gold— +Meet standard for the lofty-souled— +Springs towering from the mountain's crest +Beneath whose shade he loves to rest, +So that in eastern realms each God +May use it as a measuring-rod. +Beyond, with burning gold aglow, +The eastern steep his peaks will show, +Which in unrivalled glory rise +A hundred leagues to pierce the skies, +And all the neighbouring air is bright +With golden trees that clothe the height. +A lofty peak uprises there +Ten leagues in height and one league square +Saumanas, wrought of glistering gold, +Ne'er to be loosened from its hold. +There his first step Lord Vishnu placed +When through the universe he paced, +And with his second lightly pressed +The loftiest peak of Meru's crest. +When north of Jambudwíp684 the sun +[pg 374] +A portion of his course has run, +And hangs above this mountain height, +Then creatures see the genial light. +Vaikhanases,685 saints far renowned, +And Balakhilyas686 love the ground +Where in their glory half divine, +Touched by the morning glow, they shine +The light that flashes from that steep +Illumines all Sudarśandwíp,687 +And on each creature, as it glows, +The sight and strength of life bestows. +Search well that mountain's woody side +If Ravan there his captive hide. +The rising sun, the golden hill +The air with growing splendours fill, +Till flashes from the east the red +Of morning with the light they shed. +This, where the sun begins his state, +Is earth and heaven's most eastern gate. +Through all the mountain forest seek +By waterfall and cave and peak. +Search every nook and bosky dell, +If Ravan there with Síta dwell. +There, Vanars, there your steps must stay: +No farther eastward can ye stray. +Beyond no sun, no moon gives light, +But all is sunk in endless night. +Thus far, O Vanar lords, may you +O'er sea and land your search pursue. +But wild and dark and known to none +Is the drear space beyond the sun. +That mountain whence the sun ascends +Your long and weary journey ends.688 +Now go, and in a month return, +And let success my praises earn. +He who beyond tho month shall stay +Will with his life the forfeit pay.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_311.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_311.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..003047b870a073a1056a98ed42be4db10a29c8bb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_311.txt @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +Canto XLII. The Army Of The West. + +He gathered next a chosen band +For service in the southern land. +He summoned Níla son of Fire, +And, offspring of the eternal Sire, +Jambavan bold and strong and tall, +And Hanuman, the best of all, +And many a valiant lord beside,689 +With Angad for their chief and guide. +“Go forth,” he cried, “with all this host +Exploring to the southern coast: +The thousand peaks that Vindhya shows +Where every tree and creeper grows: +Where Narmada's690 sweet waters run, +And serpents bask them in the sun: +Where Krishnavení's691 currents flee, +And sparkles fair Godavarí.692 +Through Mekhal693 pass and Utkal's694 land: +Go where Daśarna's695 cities stand. +Avantí696 seek, of high renown, +And Abravanti's697 glorious town. +Search every hill and brook and cave +Where Danḍak's woods their branches wave +Ayomukh's698 woody hill explore +Whose sides are bright with richest ore, +Lifting his glorious head on high +From bloomy groves that round him lie. +[pg 375] +Search well his forests where the breeze +Blows fragrant from the sandal trees. +Then will you see Kaverí's699 stream +Whose pleasant waters glance and gleam, +And to the lovely banks entice +The sportive maids of Paradise. +High on the top of Malaya's700 hill, +In holy musing, calm and still, +Sits, radiant as the Lord of Light, +Agastya,701 noblest anchorite. +Soon as that lofty-thoughted lord +His high permission shall accord, +Pass Tamraparní's702 flood whose isles +Are loved by basking crocodiles. +The sandal woods that fringe her side +Those islets and her waters hide; +While, like an amorous matron, she +Speeds to her own dear lord the sea. +Thence hasting on your way behold +The Panḍyas'703 gates of pearl and gold. +Then, with your task maturely planned, +On ocean's shore your feet will stand. +Where, by Agastya's high decree, +Mahendra,704 planted in the sea, +With tinted peaks against the tide +Rises in solitary pride, +And glorious in his golden glow +Spurns back the waves that beat below. +Fair mountain, bright with creepers' bloom +And every tint that trees assume, +Where Yaksha, God, and heavenly maid +Meet wandering in the lovely shade, +At changing moon and solemn tide +By Indra's presence glorified. +One hundred leagues in fair extent +An island705 fronts the continent: +No man may tread its glittering shore, +With utmost heed that isle explore, +For the fair country owns the sway +Of Ravan whom we burn to slay. +A mighty monster stands to keep +The passage of the southern deep. +Lifting her awful arms on high +She grasps e'en shadows as they fly. +Speed through that isle, and onward still +Where in mid sea the Flowery Hill706 +Raises on high his bloomy head +By saints and angels visited. +There, with a hundred gleaming peaks +Bright as the sun, the sky he seeks, +One glorious peak the Lord of Day +Gilds ever with his loving ray; +Thereon ne'er yet the glances fell +Of thankless wretch or infidel. +Bow to that hill in reverence due, +And then once more your search pursue. +Beyond that glorious mountain hie, +And Súryavan,707 proud hill is nigh. +Your rapid course yet farther bend +Where Vaidyut's708 airy peaks ascend. +There trees of noblest sort, profuse +Of wealth, their kindly gifts produce. +Their precious fruits, O Vanars, taste, +The honey sip, and onward haste. +Next will ye see Mount Kunjar rise, +Who cheers with beauty hearts and eyes. +There is Agastya's709 mansion, decked +By heaven's all moulding architect. +Near Bhogavatí710 stands, the place +Where dwell the hosts of serpent race: +A broad-wayed city, walled and barred, +Which watchful legions keep and guard, +The fiercest of the serpent youth, +Each awful for his venomed tooth: +And throned in his imperial hall +Is Vasuki711 who rules them all. +Explore the serpent city well, +Search town and tower and citadel, +And scan each field and wood that lies +Around it, with your watchful eyes. +Beyond that spot your way pursue: +A noble mountain shall ye view, +Named Rishabh, like a mighty bull, +With gems made bright and beautiful. +[pg 376] +All trees of sandal flourish there +Of heavenly fragrance, rich and rare. +But, though they tempt your longing eyes, +Avoid to touch them, and be wise. +For Rohitas, a guardian band +Of fierce Gandharvas, round them stand, +Who five bright sovereign lords712 obey, +In glory like the God of Day. +Here by good deeds a home is won +With shapes like fire, the moon, the sun. +Here they who merit heaven by worth +Dwell on the confines of the earth. +There stay: beyond it, dark and drear, +Lies the departed spirits' sphere, +And, girt with darkness, far from bliss, +Is Yama's sad metropolis.713 +So far, my lords, o'er land and sea +Your destined course is plain and free. +Beyond your steps you may not set, +Where living thing ne'er journeyed yet. +With utmost care these realms survey, +And all you meet upon the way. +And, when the lady's course is traced, +Back to your king, O Vanars, haste. +And he who tells me he has seen. +After long search, the Maithil queen, +Shall gain a noble guerdon: he +In power and bliss shall equal me. +Dear as my very life, above +His fellows in his master's love; +I call him, yea though stained with crime. +My kinsman from that happy time.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_312.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_312.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3e6588a76549c75a6b8a394e33155abd0a7eb314 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_312.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto XLIII. The Army Of The North. + +Then to Sushen Sugríva bent, +And thus addressed him reverent: +“Two hundred thousand of our best +With thee, my lord, shall seek the west. +Explore Surashṭra's714] distant plain, +Explore Vahlíka's715 wild domain, +And all the pleasant brooks that flee +Through mountains to the western sea. +Search clustering groves on mountain heights, +And woods the home of anchorites. +Search where the breezy hills are high, +Search where the desert regions lie. +Search all the western land beset +With woody mountains like a net. +The country`s farthest limit reach, +And stand upon the ocean beach. +There wander through the groves of palm +Where the soft air is full of balm. +Through grassy dell and dark ravine +Seek Ravan and the Maithil queen. +Go visit Somagiri's716 steep +Where Sindhu717 mingles with the deep. +There lions, borne on swift wings, roam +The levels of their mountain home, +And elephants and monsters bear, +Caught from the ocean, to their lair. +You Vanars, changing forms at will, +With rapid search must scour the hill, +And his sky-kissing peak of gold +Where loveliest trees their blooms unfold. +There golden-peaked, ablaze with light, +Uprises Pariyatra's718 height +Where wild Gandharvas, fierce and fell, +In bands of countless myriads dwell. +Pluck ye no fruit within the wood; +Beware the impious neighbourhood, +Where, very mighty, strong, and hard +To overcome, the fruit they guard. +Yet search for Janak's daughter still, +For Vanars there need fear no ill. +Near, bright as turkis, Vajra719 named, +There stands a hill of diamond framed. +Soaring a hundred leagues in pride, +With trees and creepers glorified. +Search there each cave and dark abyss +By waterfall and precipice. +Far in that sea the wild waves beat +On Chakravan's720 firm-rooted feet. +Where the great discus,721 thousand rayed, +By Vísvakarma's722 art was made. +When Panchajan723 the fiend was slain. +And Hayagríva,724 fierce in vain, +[pg 377] +Thence taking shell and discus went +Lord Vishnu, God preëminent. +On! sixty thousand hills of gold +With wondering eyes shall ye behold, +Where in his glory every one +Is brilliant as the morning sun. +Full in the midst King Meru,725 best +Of mountains, lifts his lofty crest, +On whom of yore, as all have heard, +The sun well-pleased this boon conferred: +“On thee, O King, on thee and thine +Light, day and night, shall ever shine. +Gandharvas, Gods who love thee well +And on thy sacred summits dwell, +Undimmed in lustre, bright and fair, +The golden sheen shall ever share.” +The Viśvas,726 Vasus,727 they who ride +The tempest,728 every God beside, +Draw nigh to Meru's lofty crest +When evening darkens in the west, +And to the parting Lord of Day +The homage of their worship pay, +Ere yet a while, unseen of all, +Behind Mount Asta's729 peaks he fall. +Wrought by the heavenly artist's care +A glorious palace glitters there, +And round about it sweet birds sing +Where the gay trees are blossoming: +The home of Varun730 high-souled lord, +Wrist-girded with his deadly cord.731 +With ten tall stems, a palm between +Meru and Asta's hill is seen: +Pure silver from the base it springs, +And far and wide its lustre flings. +Seek Ravan and the dame by brook, +In pathless glen, in leafy nook +On Meru's crest a hermit lives +Bright with the light that penance gives: +Savarni732 is he named, renowned +As Brahma's peer, with glory crowned. +There bowing down in reverence speak +And ask him of the dame you seek. +Thus far the splendid Lord of Day +Pursues through heaven his ceaseless way, +Shedding on every spot his light; +Then sinks behind Mount Asta's height, +Thus far advance: the sunless sea +Beyond is all unknown to me. +Sushen of mighty arm, long tried +In peril, shall your legions guide. +Receive his words with high respect, +And ne'er his lightest wish neglect. +He is my consort's sire, and hence +Deserves the utmost reverence.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_313.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_313.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..67b2d909d3869af0e8e07231fc5e7193335e8bc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_313.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Canto XLIV. The Ring. + +Forth went the legions of the west: +And wise Sugríva addressed +Śatabal, summoned from the crowd. +To whom the sovereign cried aloud: +“Go forth, O Vanar chief, go forth, +Explore the regions of the north. +Thy host a hundred thousand be, +And Yama's sons733 attend on thee. +With dauntless courage, strength, and skill +Search every river, wood, and hill. +Through every land in order go +Right onward to the Hills of Snow. +Search mid the peaks that shine afar, +In woods of Lodh and Deodar.734 +Search if with Janak's daughter, screened +By sheltering rocks, there lie the fiend. +[pg 378] +The holy grounds of Soma tread +By Gods and minstrels visited. +Reach Kala's mount, and flats that lie +Among the peaks that tower on high. +Then leave that hill that gleams with ore, +And fair Sudarśan's heights explore. +Then on to Devasakha735 hie, +Loved by the children of the sky. +A dreary land you then will see +Without a hill or brook or tree, +A hundred leagues, bare, wild, and dread +In lifeless desolation, spread. +Pursue your onward way, and haste +Through the dire horrors of the waste +Until triumphant with delight +You reach Kailasa's glittering height. +There stands a palace decked with gold, +For King Kuvera736 wrought of old, +A home the heavenly artist planned +And fashioned with his cunning hand. +There lotuses adorn the flood +With full-blown flower and opening bud +Where swans and mallards float, and gay +Apsarases737 come down to play. +There King Vaiśravan's738 self, the lord +By all the universe adored, +Who golden gifts to mortals sends, +Lives with the Guhyakas739 his friends. +Search every cavern in the steep, +And green glens where the moonbeams sleep, +If haply in that distant ground +The robber and the dame be found. +Then on to Krauncha's hill,740 and through +His fearful pass your way pursue: +Though dark and terrible the vale +Your wonted courage must not fail. +There through abyss and cavern seek, +On lofty ridge, and mountain peak, +On, on! pursue your journey still +By valley, lake, and towering hill. +Reach the North Kurus' land, where rest +The holy spirits of the blest: +Where golden buds of lilies gleam +Resplendent on the silver stream, +And leaves of azure turkis throw +Soft splendour on the waves below. +Bright as the sun at early morn +Fair pools that happy clime adorn, +Where shine the loveliest flowers on stems +Of crystal and all valued gems. +Blue lotuses through all the land +The glories of their blooms expand, +And the resplendent earth is strown +With peerless pearl and precious stone. +There stately trees can scarce uphold +The burthen of their fruits of gold, +And ever flaunt their gay attire +Of flower and leaf like flames of fire. +All there sweet lives untroubled spend +In bliss and joy that know not end, +While pearl-decked maidens laugh, or sing +To music of the silvery string.741 +Still on your forward journey keep, +And rest you by the northern deep, +Where springing from the billows high +Mount Somagiri742 seeks the sky, +And lightens with perpetual glow +The sunless realm that lies below. +There, present through all life's extent, +Dwells Brahma Lord preëminent, +And round the great God, manifest +In Rudra743 forms high sages rest. +Then turn, O Vanars: search no more, +Nor tempt the sunless, boundless shore.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_314.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_314.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d09625100f18ccbc5ae0c1451b1bc71a5f75411c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_314.txt @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +Canto XLV. The Departure. + +But special counselling he gave +To Hanuman the wise and brave: +[pg 379] +To him on whom his soul relied, +With friendly words the monarch cried: +“O best of Vanars, naught can stay +By land or sea thy rapid way, +Who through the air thy flight canst bend, +And to the Immortals' home ascend. +All realms, I ween, are known to thee +With every mountain, lake, and sea. +In strength and speed which naught can tire +Thou, worthy rival of thy sire +The mighty monarch of the wind, +Where'er thou wilt a way canst find. +Exert thy power, O swift and strong, +Bring back the lady lost so long, +For time and place, O thou most wise, +Lie open to thy searching eyes.” +When Rama heard that special hest +To Hanuman above the rest, +He from the monarch's favour drew +Hope of success and trust anew +That he on whom his lord relied, +In toil and peril trained and tried, +Would to a happy issue bring +The task commanded by the king. +He gave the ring that bore his name, +A token for the captive dame, +That the sad lady in her woe +The missive of her lord might know. +“This ring,” he said, “my wife will see, +Nor fear an envoy sent by me. +Thy valour and thy skill combined, +Thy resolute and vigorous mind, +And King Sugríva's high behest, +With joyful hopes inspire my breast.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_315.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_315.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4606f512a5de8a15a8d15e9b49a4a9e1ddebc557 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_315.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +Canto XLVI. Sugríva's Tale. + +Away, away the Vanars sped +Like locusts o'er the land outspread. +To northern realms where rising high +The King of Mountains cleaves the sky, +Fierce Śatabal with vast array +Of Vanar warriors led the way. +Far southward, as his lord decreed, +Wise Hanuman, the Wind-God's seed, +With Angad his swift way pursued, +And Tara's warlike multitude, +Strong Vinata with all his band +Betook him to the eastern land, +And brave Sushen in eager quest +Sped swiftly to the gloomy west. +Each Vanar chieftain sought with speed +The quarter by his king decreed, +While from his legions rose on high +The shout and boast and battle cry: +“We will restore the dame and beat +The robber down beneath our feet. +My arm alone shall win the day +From Ravan met in single fray, +Shall rob the robber of his life, +And rescue Rama's captive wife +All trembling in her fear and woe. +Here, comrades, rest: no farther go: +For I will vanquish hell, and she +Shall by this arm again be free. +The rooted mountains will I rend, +The mightiest trees will break and bend, +Earth to her deep foundations cleave, +And make the calm sea throb and heave. +A hundred leagues from steep to steep +In desperate bound my feet shall leap. +My steps shall tread unchecked and free, +Through woods, o'er land and hill and sea, +Range as they list from flood to fell, +And wander through the depths of hell.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_316.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_316.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..98fffc4ff44a59ef7a8eb0c811fb9e8d3c9835ca --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_316.txt @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +Canto XLVII. The Return. + +“How, King,” cried Rama, “didst thou gain +Thy lore of sea and hill and plain?” +“I told thee how,” Sugríva said, +“From Bali's arm Mayaví fled744 +To Malaya's hill, and strove to save +His life by hiding in the cave. +I told how Bali sought, to kill +His foe, the hollow of the hill; +Nor need I, King, again unfold +The wondrous tale already told. +Then, wandering forth, my way I took +By many a town and wood and brook. +I roamed the earth from place to place, +Till, like a mirror's polished face, +The whole broad disk, that lies between +Its farthest bounds, mine eyes had seen. +I wandered first to eastern skies +Where fairest trees rejoiced mine eyes, +And many a cave and wooded hill +Where lilies robed the lake and rill. +There metal dyes that hill745 adorn +Whence springs the sun to light the morn. +There, too, I viewed the Milky sea, +Where nymphs of heaven delight to be. +Then to the south I made my way +From regions of the rising day, +And roamed o'er Vindhya, where the breeze +Is odorous of sandal trees. +Still in my fear I found no rest: +I sought the regions of the west, +And gazed on Asta,746 where the sun +[pg 380] +Sinks when his daily course is run. +Then from that noblest hill I fled +And to the northern country sped, +Saw Himavan,747 and Meru's steep, +And stood beside the northern deep. +But when, by Bali's might oppressed, +E'en in those wilds I could not rest, +Came Hanuman the wise and brave, +And thus his prudent counsel gave: +“'I told thee how Matanga748 cursed +Thy tyrant, that his head should burst +In pieces, should he dare invade +The precincts of that tranquil shade. +There may we dwell in peace and be +From thy oppressor's malice free.” +We went to Rishyamúka's hill, +And spent our days secure from ill +Where, with that curse upon his head, +The cruel Bali durst not tread.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_317.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_317.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b9566bc42d9f7330fab9c10f4303dbcfab79edd6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_317.txt @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +Canto XLVIII. The Asur's Death. + +Thus forth in quest of Síta went +The legions King Sugríva sent. +To many a distant town they hied +By many a lake and river's side. +As their great sovereign's order taught, +Through valleys, plains, and groves they sought. +They toiled unresting through the day: +At night upon the ground they lay +Where the tall trees, whose branches swayed +Beneath their fruit, gave pleasant shade. +Then, when a weary month was spent, +Back to Praśravan's hill they went, +And stood with faces of despair +Before their king Sugríva there. +Thus, having wandered through the east, +Great Vinata his labours ceased, +And weary of the fruitless pain +Returned to meet the king again, +Brave Śatabali to the north +Had led his Vanar legions forth. +Now to Sugríva he sped +With all his host dispirited. +Sushen the western realms had sought, +And homeward now his legions brought. +All to Sugríva came, where still +He sat with Rama on the hill. +Before their sovereign humbly bent +And thus addressed him reverent: +“On every hill our steps have been, +By wood and cave and deep ravine; +And all the wandering brooks we know +Throughout the land that seaward flow, +Our feet by thy command have traced +The tangled thicket and the waste, +And dens and dingles hard to pass +for creeping plants and matted grass. +Well have we searched with toil and pain, +And monstrous creatures have we slain +But Hanuman of noblest mind +The Maithil lady yet will find; +For to his quarter of the sky749 +The robber fiend was seen to fly.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_318.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_318.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..105bb986a6c538eea9d30d07c33a82f2712e58d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_318.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto XLIX. Angad's Speech. + +But Hanuman still onward pressed +With Tara, Angad, and the rest, +Through Vindhya's pathless glens he sped +And left no spot unvisited. +He gazed from every mountain height, +He sought each cavern dark as night, +And wandered through the bloomy shade +By pool and river and cascade, +But, though they sought in every place, +Of Síta yet they found no trace. +On fruit and woodland berries fed +Through many a lonely wild they sped, +And reached at last, untouched by fear, +A desert terrible and drear: +A fruitless waste, a land of gloom +Where trees were bare of leaf and bloom, +Where every scanty stream was dried, +And niggard earth her roots denied. +No elephants through all the ground, +No buffaloes or deer are found. +There roams no tiger, pard, or bear, +No creature of the wood is there. +No bird displays his glittering wings, +No tree, no shrub, no creeper springs. +There rise no lilies from the flood, +Resplendent with their flower and bud, +Where the delighted bees may throng +About the fragrance with their song. +There lived a hermit Kandu named, +For truth and wealth of penance famed. +Whom fervent zeal and holy rite +Had dowered with all-surpassing might. +His little son, a ten year child— +So chanced it—perished in the wild. +His death with fury stirred the sage, +Who cursed the forest in his rage, +Doomed from that hour to shelter none, +A waste for bird and beast to shun. +[pg 381] +They searched by every forest edge, +They searched each cave and mountain ledge, +And thickets whence the water fell +Wandering through the tangled dell. +Striving to do Sugríva's will +They roamed along each leafy rill. +But vain were all endeavours, vain +The careful search, the toil and pain. +Through one dark grove they scarce could wind, +So thick were creepers intertwined. +There as they struggled through the wood +Before their eyes an Asur750 stood. +High as a towering hill, his pride +The very Gods in heaven defied. +When on the fiend their glances fell +Each braced him for the combat well. +The demon raised his arm on high, +And rushed upon them with a cry. +Him Angad smote,—for, sure, he thought +This was the fiend they long had sought. +From his huge mouth by Angad felled, +The blood in rushing torrents welled, +As, like a mountain from his base +Uptorn, he dropped upon his face. +Thus fell the mighty fiend: and they +Through the thick wood pursued their way; +Then, weary with the toil, reclined +Where leafy boughs to shade them twined. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_319.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_319.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8fb504e4b38ad296b92b5145fe518f8939753daa --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_319.txt @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +Canto L. The Enchanted Cave. + +Then Angad spake: “We Vanars well +Have searched each valley, cave, and dell, +And hill, and brook, and dark recess, +And tangled wood, and wilderness. +But all in vain: no eye has seen +The robber or the Maithil queen. +A dreary time has passed away, +And stern is he we all obey. +Come, cast your grief and sloth aside: +Again be every effort tried; +So haply may our toil attain +The sweet success that follows pain. +Laborious effort, toil, and skill, +The firm resolve, the constant will +Secure at last the ends we seek: +Hence, O my friends, I boldly speak. +Once more then, noble hearts, once more +Let us to-day this wood explore, +And, languor and despair subdued, +Purchase success with toil renewed. +Sugríva is a king austere, +And Rama's wrath we needs must fear. +Come, Vanars, ye think it wise, +And do the thing that I advise.” +Then Gandhamadan thus replied +With lips that toil and thirst had dried; +“Obey his words, for wise and true +Is all that he has counselled you. +Come, let your hosts their toil renew +And search each grove and desert through, +Each towering hill and forest glade. +By lake and brook and white cascade, +Till every spot, as our great lord +Commanded, be again explored.” +Uprose the Vanars one and all, +Obedient to the chieftain's call, +And over the southern region sped +Where Vindhya's tangled forests spread. +They clomb that hill that towers on high +Like a huge cloud in autumn's sky, +Where many a cavern yawns, and streaks +Of radiant silver deck the peaks. +In eager search they wandered through +The forests where the Lodh trees grew, +Where the dark leaves were thick and green, +But found not Rama's darling queen. +Then faint with toil, their hearts depressed, +Descending from the mountain's crest, +Their weary limbs a while to ease +They lay beneath the spreading trees. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_32.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_32.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6641d4410f1c006bf591c8df14e9541fc29114d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_32.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto XXXIII. The Sone. + +That conquering pair, of royal race, +Skilled to observe due time and place, +To Kuśik's hermit son addressed, +In timely words, their meet request: +“When must we, lord, we pray thee tell, +Those Rovers of the Night repel? +Speak, lest we let the moment fly, +And pass the due occasion by.” +Thus longing for the strife, they prayed, +And thus the hermits answer made: +“Till the fifth day be come and past, +O Raghu's sons, your watch must last. +The saint his Diksha170 has begun, +And all that time will speak to none.” +Soon as the steadfast devotees +Had made reply in words like these, +The youths began, disdaining sleep, +Six days and nights their watch to keep. +The warrior pair who tamed the foe, +Unrivalled benders of the bow, +Kept watch and ward unwearied still +To guard the saint from scathe and ill. +'Twas now the sixth returning day, +The hour foretold had past away. +Then Rama cried: “O Lakshman, now +Firm, watchful, resolute be thou. +The fiends as yet have kept afar +From the pure grove in which we are: +Yet waits us, ere the day shall close, +Dire battle with the demon foes.” +While thus spoke Rama borne away +By longing for the deadly fray, +See! bursting from the altar came +The sudden glory of the flame. +Round priest and deacon, and upon +Grass, ladles, flowers, the splendour shone, +And the high rite, in order due, +With sacred texts began anew. +But then a loud and fearful roar +Re-echoed through the sky; +And like vast clouds that shadow o'er +The heavens in dark July, +Involved in gloom of magic might +Two fiends rushed on amain, +Marícha, Rover of the Night, +Suvahu, and their train. +As on they came in wild career +Thick blood in rain they shed; +And Rama saw those things of fear +Impending overhead. +Then soon as those accursed two +Who showered down blood be spied, +Thus to his brother brave and true +Spoke Rama lotus-eyed: +“Now, Lakshman, thou these fiends shalt see, +Man-eaters, foul of mind, +Before my mortal weapon flee +Like clouds before the wind.” +He spoke. An arrow, swift as thought, +Upon his bow he pressed, +And smote, to utmost fury wrought, +Marícha on the breast. +Deep in his flesh the weapon lay +Winged by the mystic spell, +[pg 045] +And, hurled a hundred leagues away, +In ocean's flood he fell. +Then Rama, when he saw the foe +Convulsed and mad with pain +Neath the chill-pointed weapon's blow, +To Lakshman spoke again: +“See, Lakshman, see! this mortal dart +That strikes a numbing chill, +Hath struck him senseless with the smart, +But left him breathing still. +But these who love the evil way, +And drink the blood they spill, +Rejoicing holy rites to stay, +Fierce plagues, my hand shall kill.” +He seized another shaft, the best, +Aglow with living flame; +It struck Suvahu on the chest, +And dead to earth he came. +Again a dart, the Wind-God's own, +Upon his string he laid, +And all the demons were o'erthrown, +The saints no more afraid. +When thus the fiends were slain in fight, +Disturbers of each holy rite, +Due honour by the saints was paid +To Rama for his wondrous aid: +So Indra is adored when he +Has won some glorious victory. +Success at last the rite had crowned, +And Viśvamitra gazed around, +And seeing every side at rest, +The son of Raghu thus addressed: +“My joy, O Prince, is now complete: +Thou hast obeyed my will: +Perfect before, this calm retreat +Is now more perfect still.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_320.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_320.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dcdeba3c9b1224e38d4726f89653e31f2b02dcbd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_320.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto LI. Svayamprabha. + +Angad and Tara by his side, +Again rose Hanuman and tried +Each mountain cavern, dark and deep, +And stony pass and wooded steep, +The lion's and the tiger's home, +By rushing torrents white with foam. +Then with new ardour, south and west, +O'er Vindhya's height the search they pressed. +The day prescribed was near and they +Still wandered on their weary way. +They reached the southern land beset +With woody mountains like a net. +At length a mighty cave they spied +That opened in a mountain's side. +Where many a verdant creeper grew +And o'er the mouth its tendrils threw. +Thence issued crane, and swan, and drake, +And trooping birds that love the lake. +The Vanars rushed within to cool +Their fevered lips in spring or pool. +Vast was the cavern dark and dread, +Where not a ray of light was shed; +Yet not the more their eyesight failed, +[pg 382] +Their courage sank or valour quailed. +On through the gloom the Vanars pressed +With hunger, thirst, and toil distressed, +Poor helpless wanderers, sad, forlorn, +With wasted faces wan and worn. +At length, when life seemed lost for aye, +They saw a splendour as of day, +A wondrous forest, fair and bright, +Where golden trees shot flamy light. +And lotus-covered pools were there +With pleasant waters fresh and fair, +And streams their rippling currents rolled +By seats of silver and of gold. +Fair houses reared their stately height +Of burnished gold and lazulite, +And glorious was the lustre thrown +Through lattices of precious stone. +And there were flowers and fruit on stems +Of coral decked with rarest gems, +And emerald leaves on silver trees, +And honeycomb and golden bees. +Then as the Vanars nearer drew, +A holy woman met their view, +Around her form was duly tied +A garment of the blackdeer's hide.751 +Pure votaress she shone with light +Of fervent zeal and holy rite. +Then Hanuman before the rest +With reverent words the dame addressed: +“Who art thou? say: and who is lord +Of this vast cave with treasures stored?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_321.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_321.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e6e1ab274d87da97e900c05ea023da7192551bbf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_321.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +Canto LII. The Exit. + +“Assailed by thirst and hunger, dame, +Within a gloomy vault we came. +We saw the cavern opening wide, +And straight within its depths we hied. +But utterly amazed are we +At all the marvels that we see. +Whose are the golden trees that gleam +With splendour like the morning's beam? +These cates of noblest sort? these roots? +This wondrous store of rarest fruits? +Whose are these calm and cool retreats, +These silver homes and golden seats, +And lattices of precious stones? +Who is the happy lord that owns +The golden trees, of rarest scent, +Neath loads of fruit and blossom bent? +Who, strong in holy zeal, had power +To deck the streams with richest dower, +And bade the lilies bright with gold +The glory of their blooms unfold, +Where fish in living gold below +The sheen of changing colours show? +Thine is the holy power, I ween, +That beautified the wondrous scene; +But if another's, lady, deign +To tell us, and the whole explain.” +To him the lady of the cave +In words like these her answer gave: +“Skilled Maya framed in days of old +This magic wood of growing gold. +The chief artificer in place +Was he of all the Danav race. +He, for his wise enchantments famed, +This glorious dwelling planned and framed +He for a thousand years endured +The sternest penance, and secured +From Brahma of all boons the best, +The knowledge Uśanas752 possessed. +Lord, by that boon, of all his will, +He fashioned all with perfect skill; +And, with his blissful state content, +In this vast grove a season spent. +By Indra's jealous bolt he fell +For loving Hema's753 charms too well. +And Brahma on that nymph bestowed +The treasures of this fair abode, +Wherein her tranquil days to spend +In happiness that ne'er may end. +Sprung of a lineage old and high, +Merusavarni's754 daughter, I +Guard ever for that heavenly dame +This home, Svayamprabha755 my name,— +For I have loved the lady long, +So skilled in arts of dance and song. +But say what cause your steps has led +The mazes of this grove to tread. +[pg 383] +How, strangers did ye chance to spy +The wood concealed from wanderer's eye? +Tell clearly why ye come: but first +Eat of this fruit and quench your thirst.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_322.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_322.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dd16b92a51e497f3693e021b8834e00d513419cf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_322.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto LIII. Angad's Counsel. + +“Rama,” he cried, “a prince whose sway +All peoples of the earth obey, +To Danḍak's tangled forest came +With his brave brother and his dame. +From that dark shade of forest boughs +The giant Ravan stole his spouse. +Our king Sugríva's orders send +These Vanars forth to aid his friend, +That so the lady be restored +Uninjured to her sorrowing lord. +With Angad and the rest, this band +Has wandered through the southern land, +With careful search in every place +The lady and the fiend to trace. +We roamed the southern region o'er, +And stood upon the ocean's shore. +By hunger pressed our strength gave way; +Beneath the spreading trees we lay, +And cried, worn out with toil and woe, +“No farther, comrades, can we go.” +Then as our sad eyes looked around +We spied an opening in the ground, +Where all was gloomy dark behind +The creeping plants that o'er it twined. +Forth trooping from the dark-recess +Came swans and mallards numberless, +With drops upon their shining wings +As newly bathed where water springs. +“On, comrades, to the cave,” I cried +And all within the portal hied. +Each clasping fast another's hand +Far onward pressed the Vanar band; +And still, as thirst and hunger drove, +We traced the mazes of the grove. +Here thou with hospitable care +Hast fed us with the noblest fare, +Preserving us, about to die, +With this thy plentiful supply. +But how, O pious lady, say, +May we thy gracious boon repay?” +He ceased: the ascetic dame replied: +“Well, Vanars, am I satisfied. +A life of holy works I lead, +And from your hands no service need.” +Then spake again the Vanar chief: +“We came to thee and found relief. +Now listen to a new distress, +And aid us, holy votaress. +Our wanderings in this vasty cave +Exhaust the time Sugríva gave. +Once more then, lady, grant release, +And let thy suppliants go in peace +Again upon their errand sped, +For King Sugríva's ire we dread. +And the great task our sovereign set, +Alas, is unaccomplished yet.” +Thus Hanuman their leader prayed, +And thus the dame her answer made: +“Scarce may the living find their way +Returning hence to light of day; +But I will free you through the might +Of penance, fast, and holy rite. +Close for a while your eyes, or ne'er +May you return to upper air.” +She ceased: the Vanars all obeyed; +Their fingers on their eyes they laid, +And, ere a moment's time had fled, +Were through the mazy cavern led. +Again the gracious lady spoke, +And joy in every bosom woke: +“Lo, here again is Vindhya's hill, +Whose valleys trees and creepers fill; +And, by the margin of the sea, +Praśravan where you fain would be.” +With blessings then she bade adieu, +And swift within the cave withdrew. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_323.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_323.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..eaef07e9ee1734a297162a495e21cdbfd310fd4d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_323.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto LIV. Hanuman's Speech. + +They looked upon the boundless main +The awful seat of Varun's reign. +And heard his waters roar and rave +Terrific with each crested wave. +Then, in the depths of sorrow drowned, +They sat upon the bosky ground, +And sadly, as they pondered, grieved +For days gone by and naught achieved. +Pain pierced them through with sharper sting +When, gazing on the trees of spring, +They saw each waving bough that showed +The treasures of its glorious load, +And helpless, fainting with the weight +Of woe they sank disconsolate. +Then, lion-shouldered, stout and strong, +The noblest of the Vanar throng, +Angad the prince imperial rose, +And, deeply stricken by the woes +That his impetuous spirit broke, +Thus gently to the chieftains spoke: +“Mark ye not, Vanars, that the day +Our monarch fixed has passed away? +The month is lost in toil and pain, +And now, my friends, what hopes remain? +On you, in lore of counsel tried, +Our king Sugríva most relied. +Your hearts, with strong affection fraught, +[pg 384] +His weal in every labour sought, +And the true valour of your band +Was blazoned wide in every land. +Forth on the toilsome search you sped, +By me—for so he willed it—led, +To us, of every hope bereft, +Death is the only refuge left. +For none a happy life may see +Who fails to do our king's decree. +Come, let us all from food abstain, +And perish thus, since hope is vain. +Stern is our king and swift to ire, +Imperious, proud, and fierce like fire, +And ne'er will pardon us the crime +Of fruitless search and wasted time. +Far better thus to end our lives, +And leave our wealth, our homes and wives, +Leave our dear little ones and all, +Than by his vengeful hand to fall. +Think not Sugríva's wrath will spare +Me Bali's son, imperial heir: +For Raghu's royal son, not he, +To this high place anointed me. +Sugríva, long my bitter foe, +With eager hand will strike the blow, +And, mindful of the old offence, +Will slay me now for negligence, +Nor will my pitying friends have power +To save me in the deadly hour. +No—here, O chieftains, will I lie +By ocean's marge, and fast and die.” +They heard the royal prince declare +The purpose of his fixt despair; +And all, by common terror moved, +His speech in these sad words approved: +“Sugríva's heart is hard and stern, +And Rama's thoughts for Síta yearn. +Our forfeit lives will surely pay +For idle search and long delay, +And our fierce king will bid us die +The favour of his friend to buy.” +Then Tara softly spake to cheer +The Vanars' hearts oppressed by fear: +“Despair no more, your doubts dispel: +Come in this ample cavern dwell. +There may we live in blissful ease +Mid springs and fruit and bloomy trees, +Secure from every foe's assault, +For magic framed the wondrous vault. +Protected there we need not fear +Though Rama and our king come near; +Nor dread e'en him who batters down +The portals of the foeman's town.”756 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_324.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_324.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..555f05765ef79109847358b93df24b8a42d5ddff --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_324.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +Canto LV. Angad's Reply. + +But Hanuman, while Tara, best +Of splendid chiefs his thought expressed, +Perceived that Bali's princely son +A kingdom for himself had won.757 +His keen eye marked in him combined +The warrior's arm, the ruler's mind, +And every noble gift should grace +The happy sovereign of his race: +Marked how he grew with ripening age +More glorious and bold and sage,— +Like the young moon that night by night +Shines on with ever waxing light,— +Brave as his royal father, wise +As he who counsels in the skies:758 +Marked how, forwearied with the quest, +He heeded not his liege's hest, +But Tara's every word obeyed +Like Indra still by Śukra759 swayed. +Then with his prudent speech he tried +To better thoughts the prince to guide, +And by division's skilful art +The Vanars and the youth to part: +“Illustrious Angad, thou in fight +Hast far surpassed thy father's might, +Most worthy, like thy sire of old, +The empire of our race to hold. +The Vanars' fickle people range +From wish to wish and welcome change. +Their wives and babes they will not leave +And to their new-made sovereign cleave. +No art, no gifts will draw away +The Vanars from Sugríva's sway, +Through hope of wealth, through fear of pain +Still faithful will they all remain. +Thou fondly hopest in this cave +The vengeance of the foe to brave. +But Lakshman's arm a shower will send +Of deadly shafts those walls to rend. +Like Indra's bolts his shafts have power +To cleave the mountain like a flower. +O Angad, mark my counsel well: +If in this cave thou choose to dwell, +[pg 385] +These Vanar hosts with one accord +Will quit thee for their lawful lord, +And turn again with thirsty eyes +To wife and babe and all they prize. +Thou in the lonely cavern left +Of followers and friends bereft, +Wilt be in all thy woe, alas, +Weak as a blade of trembling grass: +And Lakshman's arrows, keen and fierce +From his strong bow, thy heart will pierce. +But if in lowly reverence meek +Sugríva's court with us thou seek, +He, as thy birth demands, will share +The kingdom with the royal heir. +Thy loving kinsman, true and wise, +Looks on thee still with favouring eyes. +Firm in his promise, pure is he, +And ne'er will vex or injure thee. +He loves thy mother, lives for her +A faithful friend and worshipper. +That mother's love thou mayst not spurn: +Her only child, return, return.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_325.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_325.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0991b76b274b639a848d8b2360b0337fc8ab60f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_325.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Canto LVI. Sampati. + +“What truth or justice canst thou find,” +Cried Angad, “in Sugríva's mind? +Where is his high and generous soul, +His purity and self-control? +How is he worthy of our trust, +Righteous, and true, and wise, and just, +Who, shrinking not from sin and shame, +Durst take his living brother's dame? +Who, when, in stress of mortal strife +His noble brother fought for life, +Against the valiant warrior barred +The portal which he stood to guard? +Can he be grateful—he who took +The hand of Rama, and forsook +That friend who saved him in his woes, +To whom his life and fame he owes? +Ah no! his heart is cold and mean, +What bids him search for Rama's queen? +Not honour's law, not friendship's debt, +But angry Lakshman's timely threat. +No prudent heart will ever place +Its trust in one so false and base, +Who heeds not friendship, kith or kin, +Who scorns the law and cleaves to sin. +But true or false, whate'er he be, +One consequence I clearly see; +Me, in my youth anointed heir +Against his wish, he will not spare, +But strike with eager hand the blow +That rids him of a household foe. +Shall I of power and friends despoiled, +In all my purpose crossed and foiled,— +Shall I Kishkindha seek, and wait, +Like some poor helpless thing, my fate? +The cruel wretch through lust of sway +Will seize upon his hapless prey, +And to a prison's secret gloom +The remnant of my years will doom. +'Tis better far to fast and die +Than hopeless bound in chains to lie, +Your steps, O Vanars, homeward bend +And leave me here my life to end. +Better to die of hunger here +Than meet at home the fate I fear. +Go, bow you at Sugríva's feet, +And in my name the monarch greet. +Before the sons of Raghu bend, +And give the greeting that I send. +Greet kindly Ruma too, for she +A son's affection claims from me, +And gently calm with friendly care +My mother Tara's wild despair; +Or when she hears her darling's fate +The queen will die disconsolate.” +Thus Angad bade the chiefs adieu: +Then on the ground his limbs he threw +Where sacred Darbha760 grass was spread, +And wept as every hope had fled. +The moving words of Angad drew +Down aged cheeks the piteous dew. +And, as the chieftains' eyes grew dim, +They swore to stay and die with him. +On holy grass whose every blade +Was duly, pointing southward, laid, +The Vanars sat them down and bent +Their faces to the orient, +While “Here, O comrades, let us die +With Angad,” was the general cry. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_326.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_326.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d5b80a9f172998820c595e7c32c59b12b6cdefd5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_326.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto LVII. Angad's Speech. + +Then came the vultures' mighty king +Where sat the Vanars sorrowing,— +Sampati,761 best of birds that fly +On sounding pinions through the sky, +Jaṭayus' brother, famed of old, +Most glorious and strong and bold. +Upon the slope of Vindhya's hill +He saw the Vanars calm and still. +[pg 386] +These words he uttered while the sight +Filled his fierce spirit with delight: +“Behold how Fate with changeless laws +Within his toils the sinner draws, +And brings me, after long delay, +A rich and noble feast to-day, +These Vanars who are doomed to die +My hungry maw to satisfy.” +He spoke no more: and Angad heard +The menace of the mighty bird; +And thus, while anguish filled his breast, +The noble Hanuman addressed: +“Vivasvat's762 son has sought this place +For vengeance on the Vanar race. +See, Yama, wroth for Síta's sake, +Is come our guilty lives to take. +Our king's decree is left undone, +And naught achieved for Raghu's son. +In duty have we failed, and hence +Comes punishment for dire offence. +Have we not heard the marvels wrought +By King Jaṭayus,763 how he fought +With Ravan's might, and, nobly brave, +Perished, the Maithil queen to save? +There is no living creature, none, +But loves to die for Raghu's son, +And in long toils and dangers we +Have placed our lives in jeopardy. +Blest is Jaṭayus, he who gave +His life the Maithil queen to save, +And proved his love for Rama well +When by the giant's hand he fell. +Now raised to bliss and high renown +He fears not fierce Sugríva's frown. +Alas, alas! what miseries spring +From that rash promise of the king!764 +His own sad death, and Rama sent +With Lakshman forth to banishment: +The Maithil lady borne away: +Jaṭayus slain in mortal fray: +The fall of Bali when the dart +Of Rama quivered in his heart: +And, after toil and pain and care, +Our misery and deep despair.” +He ceased: the feathered monarch heard, +His heart with ruth and wonder stirred: +“Whose is that voice,” the vulture cried, +“That tells me how Jaṭayus died, +And shakes my inmost soul with woe +For a loved brother's overthrow? +After long days at length I hear +The glorious name of one so dear. +Once more, O Vanar chieftains, tell +How King Jaṭayus fought and fell. +But first your aid, I pray you, lend, +And from this peak will I descend. +The sun has burnt my wings, and I +No longer have the power to fly.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_327.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_327.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dbacd7b7beac5f9e26b32577f8028adb1c16dcc2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_327.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +Canto LVIII. Tidings Of Síta. + +Though grief and woe his utterance broke +They trusted not the words he spoke; +But, looking still for secret guile, +Reflected in their hearts a while: +“If on our mangled limbs he feed, +We gain the death ourselves decreed.” +Then rose the Vanar chiefs, and lent +Their arms to aid the bird's descent; +And Angad spake: “There lived of yore +A noble Vanar king who bore +The name of Riksharajas, great +And brave and strong and fortunate. +His sons were like their father: fame +Knows Bali and Sugríva's name. +Praised in all lands, a glorious king +Was Bali, and from him I spring. +Brave Rama, Daśaratha's heir, +A glorious prince beyond compare, +His sire and duty's law obeyed, +And sought the depths of Danḍak' shade +Síta his well-beloved dame, +And Lakshman, with the wanderer came. +A giant watched his hour, and stole +The sweet delight of Rama's soul. +Jaṭayus, Daśaratha's friend, +Swift succour to the dame would lend. +Fierce Ravan from his car he felled, +And for a time the prize withheld. +But bleeding, weak with years, and tired, +Beneath the demon's blows expired, +Due rites at Rama's hands obtained, +And bliss that ne'er shall minish, gained. +Then Rama with Sugríva made +A covenant for mutual aid, +And Bali, to the field defied, +By conquering Rama's arrow died. +Sugríva then, by Rama's grace, +Was monarch of the Vanar race. +By his command a mighty host +Seeks Rama's queen from coast to coast. +Sent forth by him, in every spot +We looked for her, but find her not. +Vain is the toil, as though by night +We sought to find the Day-God's light. +In lands unknown at length we found +A spacious cavern under ground, +Whose vaults that stretch beneath the hill +Were formed by Maya's magic skill. +Through the dark maze our steps were bent, +And wandering there a month we spent, +[pg 387] +And lost, in fruitless error, thus +The days our king allotted us. +Thus we though faithful have transgressed, +And failed to keep our lord's behest. +No chance of safety can we see, +No lingering hope of life have we. +Sugríva's wrath and Rama's hate +Press on our souls with grievous weight: +And we, because 'tis vain to fly, +Resolve at length to fast and die.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_328.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_328.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58b2799b70796187108a419c035531208a55fbf4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_328.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto LIX. Sampati's Story. + +The piteous tears his eye bedewed +As thus his speech the bird renewed; +“Alas my brother, slain in fight +By Ravan's unresisted might! +I, old and wingless, weak and worn, +O'er his sad fate can only mourn. +Fled is my youth: in life's decline +My former strength no more is mine. +Once on the day when Vritra765 died, +We brothers, in ambitious pride, +Sought, mounting with adventurous flight, +The Day-God garlanded with light. +On, ever on we urged our way +Where fields of ether round us lay, +Till, by the fervent heat assailed, +My brother's pinions flagged and failed. +I marked his sinking strength, and spread +My stronger wings to screen his head, +Till, all my feathers burnt away, +On Vindhya's hill I fell and lay. +There in my lone and helpless state +I heard not of my brother's fate.” +Thus King Sampati spoke and sighed: +And royal Angad thus replied: +“If, brother of Jatayus, thou +Hast heard the tale I told but now, +Obedient to mine earnest prayer +The dwelling of that fiend declare. +O, say where cursed Ravan dwells, +Whom folly to his death impels.” +He ceased. Again Sampati spoke, +And hope in every breast awoke: +“Though lost my wings, and strength decayed, +Yet shall my words lend Rama aid. +I know the worlds where Vishnu trod,766 +I know the realm of Ocean's God; +How Asurs fought with heavenly foes, +And Amrit from the churning rose.767 +A mighty task before me lies, +To prosper Rama's enterprise, +A task too hard for one whom length +Of days has rifled of his strength. +I saw the cruel Ravan bear +A gentle lady through the air. +Bright was her form, and fresh and young, +And sparkling gems about her hung. +“O Rama, Rama!” cried the dame, +And shrieked in terror Lakshman's name, +As, struggling in the giant's hold, +She dropped her gauds of gems and gold. +Like sun-light on a mountain shone +The silken garments she had on, +And glistened o'er his swarthy form +As lightning flashes through the storm. +That giant Ravan, famed of old, +Is brother of the Lord of Gold.768 +The southern ocean roars and swells +Round Lanka, where the robber dwells +In his fair city nobly planned +And built by Viśvakarma's769 hand. +Within his bower securely barred, +With monsters round her for a guard, +Still in her silken vesture clad +Lies Síta, and her heart is sad. +A hundred leagues your course must be +Beyond this margin of the sea. +Still to the south your way pursue, +And there the giant Ravan view. +Then up, O Vanars, and away! +For by my heavenly lore I say, +There will you see the lady's face, +And hither soon your steps retrace. +In the first field of air are borne +The doves and birds that feed on corn. +The second field supports the crows +And birds whose food on branches grows. +Along the third in balanced flight +Sail the keen osprey and the kite. +Swift through the fourth the falcon springs +The fifth the slower vulture wings. +Up to the sixth the gay swans rise, +[pg 388] +Where royal Vainateya770 flies. +We too, O chiefs, of vulture race, +Our line from Vinata may trace, +Condemned, because we wrought a deed +Of shame, on flesh and blood to feed. +But all Suparna's771 wondrous powers +And length of keenest sight are ours, +That we a hundred leagues away +Through fields of air descry our prey. +Now from this spot my gazing eye +Can Ravan and the dame descry. +Devise some plan to overleap +This barrier of the briny deep. +Find the Videhan lady there, +And joyous to your home repair. +Me too, O Vanars, to the side +Of Varun's772 home the ocean, guide, +Where due libations shall be paid +To my great-hearted brother's shade.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_329.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_329.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9c44cf4f149f43f4b8284807fc72cf1bb9ab6455 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_329.txt @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +Canto LX. Sampati's Story. + +They heard his counsel to the close, +Then swiftly to their feet they rose; +And Jambavan with joyous breast +The vulture king again addressed: +“Where, where is Síta? who has seen, +Who borne away the Maithil queen? +Who would the lightning flight withstand +by Lakshman's hand?” +Again Sampati spoke to cheer +The Vanars as they bent to hear: +“Now listen, and my words shall show +What of the Maithil dame I know, +And in what distant prison lies +The lady of the long dark eyes. +Scorched by the fiery God of Day, +High on this mighty hill I lay. +A long and weary time had passed, +And strength and life were failing fast. +Yet, ere the breath had left my frame, +My son, my dear Suparśva, came. +Each morn and eve he brought me food, +And filial care my life renewed. +But serpents still are swift to ire, +Gandharvas slaves to soft desire, +And we, imperial vultures, need +A full supply our maws to feed. +Once he turned at close of day, +Stood by my side, but brought no prey. +He looked upon my ravenous eye, +Heard my complaint and made reply: +“Borne on swift wings ere day was light +I stood upon Mahendra's773 height, +And, far below, the sea I viewed +And birds in countless multitude. +Before mine eyes a giant flew +Whose monstrous form was dark of hue +And struggling in his grasp was borne +A lady radiant as the morn. +Swift to the south his course he bent, +And cleft the yielding element. +The holy spirits of the air +Came round me as I marvelled there, +And cried as their bright legions met: +“O say, is Síta living yet?” +Thus cried the saints and told the name +Of him who held the struggling dame. +Then while mine eye with eager look +Pursued the path the robber took, +I marked the lady's streaming hair, +And heard her cry of wild despair. +I saw her silken vesture rent +And stripped of every ornament, +Thus, O my father, fled the time: +Forgive, I pray, the heedless crime.” +In vain the mournful tale I heard +My pitying heart to fury stirred, +What could a helpless bird of air, +Reft of his boasted pinions, dare? +Yet can I aid with all that will +And words can do, and friendly skill.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_33.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_33.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9b32dee9dd08026beb4748d809d367803a5c3e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_33.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Brahmadatta. + +Their task achieved, the princes spent +That night with joy and full content. +Ere yet the dawn was well displayed +Their morning rites they duly paid, +And sought, while yet the light was faint, +The hermits and the mighty saint. +They greeted first that holy sire +Resplendent like the burning fire, +And then with noble words began +Their sweet speech to the sainted man: +“Here stand, O Lord, thy servants true: +Command what thou wouldst have us do.” +The saints, by Viśvamitra led, +To Rama thus in answer said: +“Janak the king who rules the land +Of fertile Míthila has planned +A noble sacrifice, and we +Will thither go the rite to see. +Thou, Prince of men, with us shalt go, +And there behold the wondrous bow, +Terrific, vast, of matchless might, +Which, splendid at the famous rite, +The Gods assembled gave the king. +No giant, fiend, or God can string +That gem of bows, no heavenly bard: +Then, sure, for man the task were hard. +When lords of earth have longed to know +The virtue of that wondrous bow, +The strongest sons of kings in vain +Have tried the mighty cord to strain. +This famous bow thou there shalt view, +And wondrous rites shalt witness too. +The high-souled king who lords it o'er +The realm of Míthila of yore +Gained from the Gods this bow, the price +Of his imperial sacrifice. +Won by the rite the glorious prize +Still in the royal palace lies, +Laid up in oil of precious scent +With aloe-wood and incense blent.” +Then Rama answering, Be it so, +Made ready with the rest to go. +The saint himself was now prepared, +But ere beyond the grove he fared, +He turned him and in words like these +Addressed the sylvan deities: +“Farewell! each holy rite complete, +I leave the hermits' perfect seat: +To Ganga's northern shore I go +Beneath Himalaya's peaks of snow.” +With reverent steps he paced around +The limits of the holy ground, +And then the mighty saint set forth +And took his journey to the north. +His pupils, deep in Scripture's page, +Followed behind the holy sage, +And servants from the sacred grove +A hundred wains for convoy drove. +The very birds that winged that air, +The very deer that harboured there, +Forsook the glade and leafy brake +And followed for the hermit's sake. +They travelled far, till in the west +The sun was speeding to his rest, +And made, their portioned journey o'er, +Their halt on Śona's171 distant shore. +The hermits bathed when sank the sun, +And every rite was duly done, +Oblations paid to Fire, and then +Sate round their chief the holy men. +Rama and Lakshman lowly bowed +In reverence to the hermit crowd, +And Rama, having sate him down +Before the saint of pure renown, +[pg 046] +With humble palms together laid +His eager supplication made: +“What country, O my lord, is this, +Fair-smiling in her wealth and bliss? +Deign fully, O thou mighty Seer, +To tell me, for I long to hear.” +Moved by the prayer of Rama, he +Told forth the country's history. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_330.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_330.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fd8c4f49bcccf8b4f2ff88a45990167afe3fc8c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_330.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto LXI. Sampati's Story. + +Then from the flood Sampati paid +Due offerings to his brother's shade. +He bathed him when the rites were done, +And spake again to Bali's son: +“Now listen, Prince, while I relate +How first I learned the lady's fate. +Burnt by the sun's resistless might +I fell and lay on Vindhya's height. +Seven nights in deadly swoon I passed, +But struggling life returned at last. +Around I bent my wondering view, +But every spot was strange and new. +I scanned the sea with eager ken, +And rock and brook and lake and glen, +I saw gay trees their branches wave, +And creepers mantling o'er the cave. +I heard the wild birds' joyous song, +And waters as they foamed along, +And knew the lovely hill must be +Mount Vindhya by the southern sea. +[pg 389] +Revered by heavenly beings, stood +Near where I lay, a sacred wood, +Where great Niśakar dwelt of yore +And pains of awful penance bore. +Eight thousand seasons winged their flight +Over the toiling anchorite— +Upon that hill my days were spent,— +And then to heaven the hermit went. +At last, with long and hard assay, +Down from that height I made my way, +And wandered through the mountain pass +Rough with the spikes of Darbha grass. +I with my misery worn, and faint +Was eager to behold the saint: +For often with Jaṭayus I +Had sought his home in days gone by. +As nearer to the grove I drew +The breeze with cooling fragrance blew, +And not a tree that was not fair, +With richest flower and fruit was there. +With anxious heart a while I stayed +Beneath the trees' delightful shade, +And soon the holy hermit, bright +With fervent penance, came in sight. +Behind him bears and lions, tame +As those who know their feeder, came, +And tigers, deer, and snakes pursued +His steps, a wondrous multitude, +And turned obeisant when the sage +Had reached his shady hermitage. +Then came Niśakar to my side +And looked with wondering eyes, and cried: +“I knew thee not, so dire a change +Has made thy form and feature strange. +Where are thy glossy feathers? where +The rapid wings that cleft the air? +Two vulture brothers once I knew: +Each form at will could they endue. +They of the vulture race were kings, +And flew with Matariśva's774 wings. +In human shape they loved to greet +Their hermit friend, and clasp his feet. +The younger was Jaṭayus, thou +The elder whom I gaze on now. +Say, has disease or foeman's hate +Reduced thee from thy high estate?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_331.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_331.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3ca6e4215724421f03578b18a6e08f121bf4fe46 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_331.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto LXII. Sampati's Story. + +“Ah me! o'erwhelmed with shame and weak +With wounds,” I cried, “I scarce can speak. +My hapless brother once and I +Our strength of flight resolved to try. +And by our foolish pride impelled +Our way through realms of ether held. +We vowed before the saints who tread +The wilds about Kailasa's head, +That we with following wings would chase +The swift sun to his resting place. +Up on our soaring pinions through +The fields of cloudless air we flew. +Beneath us far, and far away, +Like chariot wheels bright cities lay, +Whence in wild snatches rose the song +Of women mid the gay-clad throng, +With sounds of sweetest music blent +And many a tinkling ornament. +Then as our rapid wings we strained +The pathway of the sun we gained. +Beneath us all the earth was seen +Clad in her garb of tender green, +And every river in her bed +Meandered like a silver thread. +We looked on Meru far below +And Vindhya and the Lord of Snow, +Like elephants that bend to cool +Their fever in a lilied pool. +But fervent heat and toil o'ercame +The vigour of each yielding frame, +Our weary hearts began to quail, +And wildered sense to reel and fail. +We knew not, fainting and distressed, +The north or south or east or west. +With a great strain mine eyes I turned +Where the fierce sun before me burned, +And seemed to my astonished eyes +The equal of the earth in size.775 +At length, o'erpowered, Jaṭayus fell +Without a word to say farewell, +And when to earth I saw him hie +I followed headlong from the sky.776 +With sheltering wings I intervened +And from the sun his body screened, +But lost, for heedless folly doomed, +My pinions which the heat consumed. +In Janasthan, I hear them say, +My hapless brother fell and lay. +I, pinionless and faint and weak, +Dropped upon Vindhya's woody peak. +Now with my swift wings burnt away, +Reft of my brother and my sway, +From this tall mountain's summit I +Will cast me headlong down and die.” +[pg 390] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_332.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_332.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..303a73fa66171c564420045e6f9982f539e9fe7c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_332.txt @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +Canto LXIII. Sampati's Story. + +“As to the saint I thus complained +My bitter tears fell unrestrained. +He pondered for a while, then broke +The silence, and thus calmly spoke: +“Forth from thy sides again shall spring, +O royal bird, each withered wing, +And all thine ancient power and might +Return to thee with strength of sight. +A noble deed has been foretold +In prophecy pronounced of old: +Nor dark to me are future things, +Seen by the light which penance brings. +A glorious king shall rise and reign, +The pride of old Ikshvaku's strain. +A good and valiant prince, his heir, +Shall the dear name of Rama bear. +With his brave brother Lakshman he +An exile in the woods shall be, +Where Ravan, whom no God may slay,777 +Shall steal his darling wife away. +In vain the captive will be wooed +With proffered love and dainty food, +She will not hear, she will not taste: +But, lest her beauty wane and waste, +Lord Indra's self will come to her +With heavenly food, and minister. +Then envoys of the Vanar race +By Rama sent will seek this place. +To them, O roamer of the air, +The lady's fate shalt thou declare. +Thou must not move—so maimed thou art +Thou canst not from this spot depart. +Await the day and moment due, +And thy burnt wings will sprout anew. +I might this day the boon bestow +And bid again thy pinions grow, +But wait until thy saving deed +The nations from their fear have freed. +Then for this glorious aid of thine +The princes of Ikshvaku's line, +And Gods above and saints below +Eternal gratitude shall owe. +Fain would mine aged eyes behold +That pair of whom my lips have told, +Yet wearied here I must not stay, +But leave my frame and pass away.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_333.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_333.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ff49204628ccb235df78b90f3af41743d5457f9f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_333.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +Canto LXIV. The Sea. + +“With this and many a speech beside +My failing heart he fortified, +With glorious hope my breast inspired, +And to his holy home retired. +I scaled the mountain height, to view +The region round, and looked for you. +In ceaseless watchings night and day +A hundred seasons passed away, +And by the sage's words consoled +I wait the hour and chance foretold. +But since Niśakar sought the skies. +And cast away all earthly ties, +Full many a care and doubt has pressed +With grievous weight upon my breast. +But for the saint who turned aside +My purpose I had surely died. +Those hopeful words the hermit spake, +That bid me live for Rama's sake, +Dispel my anguish as the light +Of lamp and torch disperse the night.” +He ceased: and in the Vanars' view +Forth from his side young pinions grew, +And boundless rapture filled his breast +As thus the chieftains he addressed: +“Joy, joy! the pinions, which the Lord +Of Day consumed, are now restored +Through the dear grace & boundless might +Of that illustrious anchorite. +The fire of youth within me burns, +And all my wonted strength returns. +Onward, ye Vanars, toil strive, +And you shall find the dame alive. +Look on these new-found wings, and hence +Be strong in surest confidence.” +Swift from the crag he sprang to try +His pinions in his native sky. +His words the chieftains' doubts had stilled, +And every heart with courage filled.778 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_334.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_334.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e438f4a4a0ce46c3272e755edbc881eeb237b354 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_334.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +Canto LXV. The Council. + +Shouts of triumphant joy outrang +As to their feet the Vanars sprang: +And, on the mighty task intent, +Swift to the sea their steps they bent. +They stood and gazed upon the deep, +Whose billows with a roar and leap +On the sea banks ware wildly hurled,— +The mirror of the mighty world. +There on the strand the Vanars stayed +And with sad eyes the deep surveyed, +Here, as in play, his billows rose, +And there he slumbered in repose. +Here leapt the boisterous waters, high +As mountains, menacing the sky, +And wild infernal forms between +The ridges of the waves were seen. +[pg 391] +They saw the billows rave and swell, +And their sad spirits sank and fell; +For ocean in their deep despair +Seemed boundless as the fields of air. +Then noble Angad spake to cheer +The Vanars and dispel their fear: +“Faint not: despair should never find +Admittance to a noble mind. +Despair, a serpent's mortal bite, +Benumbs the hero's power and might.” +Then passed the weary night, and all +Assembled at their prince's call, +And every lord of high estate +Was gathered round him for debate. +Bright was the chieftains' glorious band +Round Angad on the ocean strand, +As when the mighty Storm-Gods meet +Round Indra on his golden seat. +Then princely Angad looked on each, +And thus began his prudent speech: +“What chief of all our host will leap +A hundred leagues across the deep? +Who, O illustrious Vanars, who +Will make Sugríva's promise true, +And from our weight of fear set free +The leaders of our band and me? +To whom, O warriors, shall we owe +A sweet release from pain and woe, +And proud success, and happy lives +With our dear children and our wives, +Again permitted by his grace +To look with joy on Rama's face, +And noble Lakshman, and our lord +The king, to our sweet homes restored?” +Thus to the gathered lords he spoke; +But no reply the silence broke. +Then with a sterner voice he cried: +“O chiefs, the nation's boast and pride, +Whom valour strength and power adorn, +Of most illustrious lineage born, +Where'er you will you force a way, +And none your rapid course can stay. +Now come, your several powers declare. +And who this desperate leap will dare?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_335.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_335.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1b279e5a903002921685044c32f146f40defb963 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_335.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +Canto LXVI. Hanuman. + +But none of all the host was found +To clear the sea with desperate bound, +Though each, as Angad bade, declared +His proper power and what he dared.779 +Then spake good Jambavan the sage, +Chief of them all for reverend age; +“I, Vanar chieftains, long ago +Limbs light to leap could likewise show, +But now on frame and spirit weighs +The burthen of my length of days. +Still task like this I may not slight, +When Rama and our king unite. +So listen while I tell, O friends, +What lingering strength mine age attends. +If my poor leap may aught avail, +Of ninety leagues, I will not fail. +Far other strength in youth's fresh prime +I boasted, in the olden time, +When, at Prahlada's780 solemn rite, +I circled in my rapid flight +Lord Vishnu, everlasting God, +When through the universe he trod. +But now my limbs are weak and old, +My youth is fled, its fire is cold, +And these exhausted nerves to strain +In such a task were idle pain.” +Then Angad due obeisance paid, +And to the chief his answer made: +“Then I, ye noble Vanars, I +Myself the mighty leap will try: +Although perchance the power I lack +To leap from Lanka's island back.” +Thus the impetuous chieftain cried, +And Jambavan the sage replied: +“Whate'er thy power and might may be, +This task, O Prince, is not for thee. +Kings go not forth themselves, but send +The servants who their best attend. +Thou art the darling and the boast, +The honoured lord of all the host. +In thee the root, O Angad, lies +Of our appointed enterprise; +And thee, on whom our hopes depend, +Our care must cherish and defend.” +Then Bali's noble son replied: +“Needs must I go, whate'er betide, +For, if no chief this exploit dare, +What waits us all save blank despair,— +Upon the ground again to lie +In hopeless misery, fast, and die? +For not a hope of life I see +If we neglect our king's decree.” +Then spoke the aged chief again: +“Nay our attempt shall not be vain, +For to the task will I incite +A chieftain of sufficient might.” +[pg 392] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_336.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_336.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d50ee04728e3de3eec0ce2572aa48615abf1a58 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_336.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +Canto LXVII. Hanuman's Speech. + +The chieftain turned his glances where +The legions sat in mute despair; +And then to Hanuman, the best +Of Vanar lords, these words addressed: +“Why still, and silent, and apart, +O hero of the dauntless heart? +Thou keepest treasured in thy mind +The laws that rule the Vanar kind, +Strong as our king Sugríva, brave +As Rama's self to slay or save. +Through every land thy praise is heard, +Famous as that illustrious bird, +Aríshṭanemi's son,781 the king +Of every fowl that plies the wing. +Oft have I seen the monarch sweep +With sounding pinions o'er the deep, +And in his mighty talons bear +Huge serpents struggling through the air. +Thy arms, O hero, match in might +The ample wings he spreads for flight; +And thou with him mayest well compare +In power to do, in heart to dare. +Why, rich in wisdom, power, and skill, +O hero, art thou lingering still? +An Apsaras782 the fairest found +Of nymphs for heavenly charms renowned, +Sweet Punjikasthala, became +A noble Vanar's wedded dame. +Her heavenly title heard no more, +Anjana was the name she bore, +When, cursed by Gods, from heaven she fell +In Vanar form on earth to dwell, +New-born in mortal shape the child +Of Kunjar monarch of the wild. +In youthful beauty wondrous fair, +A crown of flowers about her hair, +In silken robes of richest dye +She roamed the hills that kiss the sky. +Once in her tinted garments dressed +She stood upon the mountain crest, +The God of Wind beside her came, +And breathed upon the lovely dame. +And as he fanned her robe aside +The wondrous beauty that he eyed +In rounded lines of breast and limb +And neck and shoulder ravished him; +And captured by her peerless charms +He strained her in his amorous arms. +Then to the eager God she cried +In trembling accents, terrified: +“Whose impious love has wronged a spouse +So constant in her nuptial vows?” +He heard, and thus his answer made: +“O, be not troubled, nor afraid, +But trust, and thou shalt know ere long +My love has done thee, sweet, no wrong, +So strong and brave and wise shall be +The glorious child I give to thee. +Might shall be his that naught can tire, +And limbs to spring as springs his sire.” +Thus spoke the God; the conquered dame +Rejoiced in heart nor feared the shame. +Down in a cave beneath the earth +The happy mother gave thee birth. +Once o'er the summit of the wood +Before thine eyes the new sun stood. +Thou sprangest up in haste to seize +What seemed the fruitage of the trees. +Up leapt the child, a wondrous bound, +Three hundred leagues above the ground, +And, though the angered Day-God shot +His fierce beams on him, feared him not. +Then from the hand of Indra came +A red bolt winged with wrath and flame. +The child fell smitten on a rock, +His cheek was shattered by the shock, +Named Hanuman783 thenceforth by all +In memory of the fearful fall. +The wandering Wind-God saw thee lie +With bleeding cheek and drooping eye, +And stirred to anger by thy woe +Forbade each scented breeze to blow. +The breath of all the worlds was stilled, +And the sad Gods with terror filled +Prayed to the Wind, to calm the ire +And soothe the sorrow of the sire. +His fiery wrath no longer glowed, +And Brahma's self the boon bestowed +That in the brunt of battle none +Should slay with steel the Wind-God's son. +Lord Indra, sovereign of the skies, +Bent on thee all his thousand eyes, +And swore that ne'er the bolt which he +Hurls from the heaven should injure thee. +'Tis thine, O mighty chief, to share +The Wind-God's power, his son and heir. +Sprung from that glorious father thou, +And thou alone, canst aid us now. +This earth of yore, through all her climes, +I circled one-and-twenty times, +And gathered, as the Gods decreed, +Great store of herbs from hill and mead, +Which, scattered o'er the troubled wave, +The Amrit to the toilers gave. +[pg 393] +But now my days are wellnigh told, +My strength is gone, my limbs are old, +And thou, the bravest and the best, +Art the sure hope of all the rest. +Now, mighty chief, the task assay: +Thy matchless power and strength display. +Rise up, O prince, our second king, +And o'er the flood of ocean spring. +So shall the glorious exploit vie +With his who stepped through earth and sky.”784 +He spoke: the younger chieftain heard, +His soul to vigorous effort stirred, +And stood before their joyous eyes +Dilated in gigantic size. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_337.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_337.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b737e6ee6bac6687f7fa98fa829b9662a021ca0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_337.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Canto I. Hanuman's Leap. + +Soon as his stature they beheld, +Their fear and sorrow were dispelled; +And joyous praises loud and long +Rang out from all the Vanar throng. +On the great chief their eyes they bent +In rapture and astonishment, +As, when his conquering foot he raised, +The Gods upon Narayan785 gazed. +He stood amid the joyous crowd, +Bent to the chiefs, and cried aloud: +“The Wind-God, Fire's eternal friend, +Whose blasts the mountain summits rend, +With boundless force that none may stay, +Takes where he lists his viewless way. +Sprung from that glorious father, I +In power and speed with him may vie, +A thousand times with airy leap +Can circle loftiest Meru's steep: +With my fierce arms can stir the sea +Till from their bed the waters flee +And rush at my command to drown +This land with grove and tower and town. +I through the fields of air can spring +Far swifter than the feathered King, +And leap before him as he flies, +On sounding pinions through the skies. +I can pursue the Lord of Light +Uprising from the eastern height, +And reach him ere his course be sped +With burning beams engarlanded. +I will dry up the mighty main, +Shatter the rocks and rend the plain. +O'er earth and ocean will I bound, +And every flower that grows on ground, +And bloom of climbing plants shall show +Strewn on the ground, the way I go, +Bright as the lustrous path that lies +Athwart the region of the skies.786 +The Maithil lady will I find,— +Thus speaks mine own prophetic mind,— +And cast in hideous ruin down +The shattered walls of Lanka's town.” +Still on the chief in rapt surprise +The Vanar legions bent their eyes, +And thus again sage Jambavan +Addressed the glorious Hanuman: +“Son of the Wind, thy promise cheers +The Vanars' hearts, and calms their fears, +Who, rescued from their dire distress, +With prospering vows thy way will bless. +The holy saints their favour lend, +And all our chiefs the deed commend +Urging thee forward on thy way: +Arise then, and the task assay. +Thou art our only refuge; we, +Our lives and all, depend on thee.” +Then sprang the Wind-God's son the best +Of Vanars, on Mahendra's crest, +And the great mountain rocked and swayed +By that unusual weight dismayed, +As reels an elephant beneath +The lion's spring and rending teeth. +The shady wood that crowned him shook, +The trembling birds the boughs forsook, +And ape and pard and lion fled +From brake and lair disquieted. +[pg 394] +BOOK V.787 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_338.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_338.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fb1950c44439823942cf3a4290ccf9ce23ecabc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_338.txt @@ -0,0 +1,291 @@ +Canto II. Lanka. + +Thus Ravan's foe resolved to trace +The captive to her hiding-place +Through airy pathways overhead +Which heavenly minstrels visited. +With straining nerve and eager brows, +Like some strong husband of the cows, +In ready might he stood prepared +For the bold task his soul has dared. +O'er gem-like grass that flashed and glowed +The Vanar like a lion strode. +Roused by the thunder of his tread, +The beasts to shady coverts fled. +Tall trees he crushed or hurled aside, +And every bird was terrified. +Around him loveliest lilies grew, +Pale pink, and red, and white, and blue, +And tints of many a metal lent +The light of varied ornament. +Gandharvas, changing forms at will, +And Yakshas roamed the lovely hill, +And countless Serpent-Gods were seen +Where flowers and grass were fresh and green. +As some resplendent serpent takes +His pastime in the best of lakes, +So on the mountain's woody height +The Vanar wandered with delight. +Then, standing on the flowery sod, +He paid his vows to saint and God. +Svayambhu788 and the Sun he prayed, +And the swift Wind to lend him aid, +And Indra, sovereign of the skies, +To bless his hardy enterprise. +Then once again the chief addressed +The Vanars from the mountain crest: +“Swift as a shaft from Rama's bow +To Ravan's city will I go, +And if she be not there will fly +And seek the lady in the sky; +Or, if in heaven she be not found, +Will hither bring the giant bound.” +He ceased; and mustering his might +Sprang downward from the mountain height, +While, shattered by each mighty limb, +The trees unrooted followed him. +The shadow on the ocean cast +By his vast form, as on he passed, +Flew like a ship before the gale +When the strong breeze has filled the sail, +And where his course the Vanar held +The sea beneath him raged and swelled. +Then Gods and all the heavenly train +Poured flowerets down in gentle rain; +Their voices glad Gandharvas raised, +And saints in heaven the Vanar praised. +Fain would the Sea his succour lend +And Raghu's noble son befriend. +He, moved by zeal for Rama's sake, +The hill Mainaka789 thus bespake: +“O strong Mainaka, heaven's decree +In days of old appointed thee +To be the Asurs bar, and keep +The rebels in the lowest deep. +Thou guardest those whom heaven has cursed +Lest from their prison-house they burst, +And standest by the gates of hell +Their limitary sentinel. +To thee is given the power to spread +Or spring above thy watery bed. +Now, best of noble mountains, rise +And do the thing that I advise. +E'en now above thy buried crest +Flies mighty Hanuman, the best +Of Vanars, moved for Rama's sake +A wonderous deed to undertake. +Lift up thy head that he may stay +And rest him on his weary way.” +He heard, and from his watery shroud, +As bursts the sun from autumn cloud, +Rose swifty, crowned with plant and tree, +And stood above the foamy sea.790 +There with his lofty peaks upraised +Bright as a hundred suns he blazed, +And crest and crag of burnished gold +Flashed on the flood that round him rolled. +[pg 395] +The Vanar thought the mountain rose +A hostile bar to interpose, +And, like a wind-swept cloud, o'erthrew +The glittering mountain as he flew. +Then from the falling hill rang out +A warning voice and joyful shout. +Again he raised him high in air +To meet the flying Vanar there, +And standing on his topmost peak +In human form began to speak:791 +“Best of the Vanars' noblest line, +A mighty task, O chief, is thine. +Here for a while, I pray thee, light +And rest upon the breezy height. +A prince of Raghu's line was he +Who gave his glory to the Sea,792 +Who now to Rama's envoy shows +High honour for the debt he owes. +He bade me lift my buried head +Uprising from my watery bed, +And woo the Vanar chief to rest +A moment on my glittering crest. +Refresh thy weary limbs, and eat +My mountain fruits for they are sweet. +I too, O chieftain, know thee well; +Three worlds thy famous virtues tell; +And none, I ween, with thee may vie +Who spring impetuous through the sky. +To every guest, though mean and low. +The wise respect and honour show; +And how shall I neglect thee, how +Slight the great guest so near me now? +Son of the Wind, 'tis thine to share +The might of him who shakes the air; +And,—for he loves his offspring,—he +Is honoured when I honour thee. +Of yore, when Krita's age793 was new, +The little hills and mountains flew +Where'er they listed, borne on wings +More rapid than the feathered king's.794 +But mighty terror came on all +The Gods and saints who feared their fall. +And Indra in his anger rent +Their pinions with the bolts he sent. +When in his ruthless fury he +Levelled his flashing bolt at me, +The great-souled Wind inclined to save, +And laid me neath the ocean's wave. +Thus by the favour of the sire +I kept my cherished wings entire; +And for this deed of kindness done +I honour thee his noble son. +O come, thy weary limbs relieve, +And honour due from me receive.” +“I may not rest,” the Vanar cried; +“I must not stay or turn aside. +Yet pleased am I, thou noblest hill, +And as the deed accept thy will.” +Thus as he spoke he lightly pressed +With his broad hand the mountain's crest, +Then bounded upward to the height +Of heaven, rejoicing in his might, +And through the fields of boundless blue, +The pathway of his father, flew. +Gods, saints, and heavenly bards beheld +That flight that none had paralleled, +Then to the Nagas' mother795 came +And thus addressed the sun-bright dame: +“See, Hanuman with venturous leap +Would spring across the mighty deep,— +A Vanar prince, the Wind-God's seed: +Come, Surasa, his course impede. +In Rakshas form thy shape disguise, +Terrific, like a hill in size: +Let thy red eyes with fury glow, +And high as heaven thy body grow. +With fearful tusks the chief defy, +That we his power and strength may try. +He will with guile thy hold elude, +Or own thy might, by thee subdued.” +Pleased with the grateful honours paid, +The godlike dame their words obeyed, +Clad in a shape of terror she +Sprang from the middle of the sea, +And, with fierce accents that appalled +All creatures, to the Vanar called: +“Come, prince of Vanars, doomed to be +My food this day by heaven's decree. +Such boon from ages long ago +To Brahma's favouring will I owe.” +She ceased, and Hanuman replied, +By shape and threat unterrified: +“Brave Rama with his Maithil spouse +Lodged in the shade of Danḍak's boughs, +Thence Ravan king of giants stole +Síta the joy of Rama's soul. +[pg 396] +By Rama's high behest to her +I go a willing messenger; +And never shouldst them hinder one +Who toils for Daśaratha's son. +First captive Síta will I see, +And him who sent and waits for me, +Then come and to thy will submit, +Yea, by my truth I promise it.” +“Nay, hope not thus thy life to save; +Not such the boon that Brahma gave. +Enter my mouth,” was her reply, +“Then forward on thy journey hie!”796 +“Stretch, wider stretch thy jaws,” exclaimed +The Vanar chief, to ire inflamed; +And, as the Rakshas near him drew, +Ten leagues in height his stature grew. +Then straight, her threatening jaws between, +A gulf of twenty leagues was seen. +To fifty leagues he waxed, and still +Her mouth grew wider at her will. +Then smaller than a thumb became, +Shrunk by his power, the Vanar's frame.797 +He leaped within, and turning round +Sprang through the portal at a bound. +Then hung in air a moment, while +He thus addressed her with a smile: +“O Daksha's child,798 farewell at last! +For I within thy mouth have passed. +Thou hast the gift of Brahma's grace: +I go, the Maithil queen to trace.” +Then, to her former shape restored, +She thus addressed the Vanar lord: +“Then forward to the task, and may +Success and joy attend thy way! +Go, and the rescued lady bring +In triumph to her lord and king.” +Then hosts of spirits as they gazed +The daring of the Vanar praised. +Through the broad fields of ether, fast +Garuḍ's royal self, he passed, +The region of the cloud and rain, +Loved by the gay Gandharva train, +Where mid the birds that came and went +Shone Indra's glorious bow unbent, +And like a host of wandering stars +Flashed the high Gods' celestial cars. +Fierce Sinhika799 who joyed in ill +And changed her form to work her will, +Descried him on his airy way +And marked the Vanar for her prey. +“This day at length,” the demon cried, +“My hunger shall be satisfied,” +And at his passing shadow caught +Delighted with the cheering thought. +The Vanar felt the power that stayed +And held him as she grasped his shade, +Like some tall ship upon the main +That struggles with the wind in vain. +Below, above, his eye he bent +And scanned the sea and firmament. +High from the briny deep upreared +The monster's hideous form appeared, +“Sugríva's tale,” he cried, “is true: +This is the demon dire to view +Of whom the Vanar monarch told, +Whose grasp a passing shade can hold.” +Then, as a cloud in rain-time grows +His form, dilating, swelled and rose. +Wide as the space from heaven to hell +Her jaws she opened with a yell, +And rushed upon her fancied prey +With cloud-like roar to seize and slay. +The Vanar swift as thought compressed +His borrowed bulk of limb and chest, +And stood with one quick bound inside +The monstrous mouth she opened wide. +Hid like the moon when Rahu draws +The orb within his ravening jaws. +Within that ample cavern pent +The demon's form he tore and rent, +And, from the mangled carcass freed, +Came forth again with thought-like speed.800 +[pg 397] +Thus with his skill the fiend he slew, +Then to his wonted stature grew. +The spirits saw the demon die +And hailed the Vanar from the sky: +“Well hast thou fought a wondrous fight +Nor spared the fiend's terrific might, +On, on! perform the blameless deed, +And in thine every wish succeed. +Ne'er can they fail in whom combine +Such valour, thought, and skill as thine.” +Pleased with their praises as they sang, +Again through fields of air he sprang, +And now, his travail wellnigh done, +The distant shore was almost won. +Before him on the margent stood +In long dark line a waving wood, +And the fair island, bright and green +With flowers and trees, was clearly seen, +And every babbling brook that gave +Her lord the sea a tribute wave. +He lighted down on Lamba's peak +Which tinted metals stain and streak, +And looked where Lanka's splendid town +Shone on the mountain like a crown. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_339.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_339.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8e16f85adc5aaeae2cc8eb9d35a40c9e2c2793e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_339.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto III. The Guardian Goddess. + +The glorious sight a while he viewed, +Then to the town his way pursued. +Around the Vanar as he went +Breathed from the wood delicious scent, +And the soft grass beneath his feet +With gem-like flowers was bright and sweet. +Still as the Vanar nearer drew +More clearly rose the town to view. +The palm her fan-like leaves displayed, +Priyalas801 lent their pleasant shade, +And mid the lower greenery far +Conspicuous rose the Kovidar.802 +A thousand trees mid flowers that glowed +Hung down their fruit's delicious load,803 +And in their crests that rocked and swayed +Sweet birds delightful music made. +And there were pleasant pools whereon +The glories of the lotus shone; +And gleams of sparkling fountains, stirred +By many a joyous water-bird. +Around, in lovely gardens grew +Blooms sweet of scent and bright of hue, +And Lanka, seat of Ravan's sway, +Before the wondering Vanar lay: +With stately domes and turrets tall, +Encircled by a golden wall, +And moats whose waters were aglow +With lily blossoms bright below: +For Síta's sake defended well +With bolt and bar and sentinel, +And Rakshases who roamed in bands +With ready bows in eager hands. +He saw the stately mansions rise +Like pale-hued clouds in autumn skies; +Where noble streets were broad and bright, +And banners waved on every height. +Her gates were glorious to behold +Rich with the shine of burnished gold: +A lovely city planned and decked +By heaven's creative architect,804 +Fairest of earthly cities meet +To be the Gods' celestial seat. +The Vanar by the northern gate +Thus in his heart began debate +“Our mightiest host would strive in vain +To take this city on the main: +A city that may well defy +The chosen warriors of the sky; +A city never to be won +E'en by the arm of Raghu's son. +Here is no hope by guile to win +The hostile hearts of those within. +'Twere vain to war, or bribe, or sow +Dissension mid the Vanar foe. +But now my search must I pursue +Until the Maithil queen I view: +And, when I find the captive dame, +Make victory mine only aim. +But, if I wear my present shape, +How shall I enter and escape +The Rakshas troops, their guards and spies, +And sleepless watch of cruel eyes? +The fiends of giant race who hold +This mighty town are strong and bold; +And I must labour to elude +The fiercely watchful multitude. +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. +How may I see, myself unseen +Of the fierce king, the captive queen, +And meet her in some lonely place, +With none beside her, face to face?” +When the bright sun had left the skies +The Vanar dwarfed his mighty size, +[pg 398] +And, in the straitest bounds restrained, +The bigness of a cat retained.805 +Then, when the moon's soft light was spread, +Within the city's walls he sped. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_34.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_34.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..edd7033873585fc76ff9b451cedb007fd42ef495 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_34.txt @@ -0,0 +1,204 @@ +Canto XXXV. Visvamitra's Lineage. + +“A king of Brahma's seed who bore +The name of Kuśa reigned of yore. +Just, faithful to his vows, and true, +He held the good in honour due. +His bride, a queen of noble name, +Of old Vidarbha's172 monarchs came. +Like their own father, children four, +All valiant boys, the lady bore. +In glorious deeds each nerve they strained, +And well their Warrior part sustained. +To them most just, and true, and brave, +Their father thus his counsel gave: +“Beloved children, ne'er forget +Protection is a prince's debt: +The noble work at once begin, +High virtue and her fruits to win.” +The youths, to all the people dear, +Received his speech with willing ear; +And each went forth his several way, +Foundations of a town to lay. +Kuśamba, prince of high renown, +Was builder of Kauśambí's town, +And Kuśanabha, just and wise, +Bade high Mahodaya's towers arise. +Amúrtarajas chose to dwell +In Dharmaranya's citadel, +And Vasu bade his city fair +The name of Girivraja bear.173 +This fertile spot whereon we stand +Was once the high-souled Vasu's land. +Behold! as round we turn our eyes, +Five lofty mountain peaks arise. +See! bursting from her parent hill, +Sumagadhí, a lovely rill, +Bright gleaming as she flows between +The mountains, like a wreath is seen, +And then through Magadh's plains and groves +With many a fair mæander roves. +And this was Vasu's old domain, +The fertile Magadh's broad champaign, +Which smiling fields of tilth adorn +And diadem with golden corn. +The queen Ghritachí, nymph most fair, +Married to Kuśanabha, bare +A hundred daughters, lovely-faced, +With every charm and beauty graced. +It chanced the maidens, bright and gay +As lightning-flashes on a day +Of rain time, to the garden went +With song and play and merriment, +And there in gay attire they strayed, +And danced, and laughed, and sang, and played. +The God of Wind who roves at will +All places, as he lists, to fill, +Saw the young maidens dancing there, +Of faultless shape and mien most fair. +“I love you all, sweet girls,” he cried, +“And each shall be my darling bride. +Forsake, forsake your mortal lot, +And gain a life that withers not. +A fickle thing is youth's brief span, +And more than all in mortal man. +Receive unending youth, and be +Immortal, O my loves, with me.” +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? +Our sire is Kuśanabha, King; +And we, forsooth, have charms to bring +A God to woo us from the skies; +But honour first we maidens prize. +Far may the hour, we pray, be hence, +When we, O thou of little sense, +Our truthful father's choice refuse, +And for ourselves our husbands choose. +Our honoured sire our lord we deem, +He is to us a God supreme, +And they to whom his high decree +May give us shall our husbands be.” +He heard the answer they returned, +And mighty rage within him burned. +On each fair maid a blast he sent: +Each stately form he bowed and bent. +Bent double by the Wind-God's ire +They sought the palace of their sire, +[pg 047] +There fell upon the ground with sighs, +While tears and shame were in their eyes. +The king himself, with troubled brow, +Saw his dear girls so fair but now, +A mournful sight all bent and bowed, +And grieving thus he cried aloud: +“What fate is this, and what the cause? +What wretch has scorned all heavenly laws? +Who thus your forms could curve and break? +You struggle, but no answer make.” +They heard the speech of that wise king +Of their misfortune questioning. +Again the hundred maidens sighed, +Touched with their heads his feet, and cried: +“The God of Wind, pervading space, +Would bring on us a foul disgrace, +And choosing folly's evil way +From virtue's path in scorn would stray. +But we in words like these reproved +The God of Wind whom passion moved: +“Farewell, O Lord! A sire have we, +No women uncontrolled and free. +Go, and our sire's consent obtain +If thou our maiden hands wouldst gain. +No self-dependent life we live: +If we offend, our fault forgive.” +But led by folly as a slave, +He would not hear the rede we gave, +And even as we gently spoke +We felt the Wind-God's crushing stroke.” +The pious king, with grief distressed, +The noble hundred thus addressed: +“With patience, daughters, bear your fate, +Yours was a deed supremely great +When with one mind you kept from shame +The honour of your father's name. +Patience, when men their anger vent, +Is woman's praise and ornament; +Yet when the Gods inflict the blow +Hard is it to support the woe. +Patience, my girls, exceeds all price: +'Tis alms, and truth, and sacrifice. +Patience is virtue, patience fame: +Patience upholds this earthly frame. +And now, I think, is come the time +To wed you in your maiden prime. +Now, daughters, go where'er you will: +Thoughts for your good my mind shall fill.” +The maidens went, consoled, away: +The best of kings, that very day, +Summoned his ministers of state +About their marriage to debate. +Since then, because the Wind-God bent +The damsels' forms for punishment, +That royal town is known to fame +By Kanyakubja's174 borrowed name. +There lived a sage called Chúli then, +Devoutest of the sons of men; +His days in penance rites he spent, +A glorious saint, most continent. +To him absorbed in tasks austere +The child of Urmila drew near, +Sweet Somada, the heavenly maid +And lent the saint her pious aid. +Long time near him the maiden spent, +And served him meek and reverent, +Till the great hermit, pleased with her, +Thus spoke unto his minister: +“Grateful am I for all thy care: +Blest maiden, speak, thy wish declare.” +The sweet-voiced nymph rejoiced to see +The favour of the devotee, +And to that eloquent old man, +Most eloquent she thus began: +“Thou hast, by heavenly grace sustained, +Close union with the Godhead gained. +I long, O Saint, to see a son +By force of holy penance won. +Unwed, a maiden life I live: +A son to me, thy suppliant, give.” +The saint with favour heard her prayer, +And gave a son exceeding fair. +Him, Chúli's spiritual child, +His mother Brahmadatta175 styled. +King Brahmadatta, rich and great, +In Kampilí maintained his state, +Ruling, like Indra in his bliss, +His fortunate metropolis. +King Kuśanabha planned that he +His hundred daughters' lord should be. +To him, obedient to his call, +The happy monarch gave them all. +Like Indra then he took the hand +Of every maiden of the band. +Soon as the hand of each young maid +In Brahmadatta's palm was laid, +Deformity and cares away, +She shone in beauty bright and gay. +Their freedom from the Wind-God's might +Saw Kuśanabha with delight. +Each glance that on their forms he threw +Filled him with raptures ever new. +Then when the rites were all complete, +With highest marks of honour meet +The bridegroom with his brides he sent +To his great seat of government. +The nymph received with pleasant speech +Her daughters; and, embracing each, +Upon their forms she fondly gazed, +And royal Kuśanabha praised. +[pg 048] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_340.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_340.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c2491290d8d135c67e2b6d66352d09ecdda18214 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_340.txt @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +Canto IV. Within The City. + +There from the circling rampart's height +He gazed upon the wondrous sight; +Broad gates with burnished gold displayed, +And courts with turkises inlaid; +With gleaming silver, gems, and rows +Of crystal stairs and porticoes. +In semblance of a Rakshas dame +The city's guardian Goddess came,— +For she with glances sure and keen +The entrance of a foe had seen,— +And thus with fury in her eye +Addressed him with an angry cry: +“Who art thou? what has led thee, say, +Within these walls to find thy way? +Thou mayst not enter here in spite +Of Ravan and his warriors' might.” +“And who art thou?” the Vanar cried, +By form and frown unterrified, +“Why hast thou met me by the gate, +And chid me thus infuriate?” +He ceased: and Lanka made reply: +“The guardian of the town am I, +Who watch for ever to fulfil +My lord the Rakshas monarch's will. +But thou shalt fall this hour, and deep +Shall be thy never-ending sleep.” +Again he spake: “In spite of thee +This golden city will I see. +Her gates and towers, and all the pride +Of street and square from side to side, +And freely wander where I please +Amid her groves of flowering trees; +On all her beauties sate mine eye. +Then, as I came, will homeward hie.” +Swift with an angry roar she smote +With her huge hand the Vanar's throat. +The smitten Vanar, rage-impelled, +With fist upraised the monster felled: +But quick repented, stirred with shame +And pity for a vanquished dame, +When with her senses troubled, weak +With terror, thus she strove to speak: +“O spare me thou whose arm is strong: +O spare me, and forgive the wrong. +The brave that law will ne'er transgress +That spares a woman's helplessness. +Hear, best of Vanars, brave and bold, +What Brahma's self of yore foretold; +“Beware,” he said, “the fatal hour +When thou shalt own a Vanar's power. +Then is the giants' day of fear, +For terror and defeat are near.” +Now, Vanar chief, o'ercome by thee, +I own the truth of heaven's decree. +For Síta's sake will ruin fall +On Ravan, and his town, and all.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_341.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_341.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..78063ae5a8d807b7605d55bb08c6660aa54832bf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_341.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +Canto VI. The Court. + +The guardian goddess thus subdued, +The Vanar chief his way pursued, +And reached the broad imperial street +Where fresh-blown flowers were bright and sweet. +The city seemed a fairer sky +Where cloud-like houses rose on high, +Whence the soft sound of tabors came +Through many a latticed window frame, +And ever and anon rang out +The merry laugh and joyous shout. +From house to house the Vanar went +And marked each varied ornament, +Where leaves and blossoms deftly strung +About the crystal columns hung. +Then soft and full and sweet and clear +The song of women charmed his ear, +And, blending with their dulcet tones, +Their anklets' chime and tinkling zones. +He heard the Rakshas minstrel sing +The praises of their matchless king; +And softly through the evening air +Came murmurings of text and prayer. +Here moved a priest with tonsured head, +And there an eager envoy sped, +Mid crowds with hair in matted twine +Clothed in the skins of deer and kine,— +Whose only arms, which none might blame, +Were blades of grass and holy flame806 +There savage warriors roamed in bands +With clubs and maces in their hands, +Some dwarfish forms, some huge of size, +With single ears and single eyes. +Some shone in glittering mail arrayed +With bow and mace and flashing blade; +Fiends of all shapes and every hue, +Some fierce and foul, some fair to view. +[pg 399] +He saw the grisly legions wait +In strictest watch at Ravan's gate, +Whose palace on the mountain crest +Rose proudly towering o'er the rest, +Fenced with high ramparts from the foe, +And lotus-covered moats below. +But Hanuman, unhindered, found +Quick passage through the guarded bound, +Mid elephants of noblest breed, +And gilded car and neighing steed. + +Fair shone the moon, as if to lend +His cheering light to guide a friend, +And, circled by the starry host, +Looked down upon the wild sea-coast. +The Vanar cheiftain raised his eyes, +And saw him sailing through the skies +Like a bright swan who joys to take +His pastime on a silver lake; +Fair moon that calms the mourner's pain. +Heaves up the waters of the main, +And o'er the life beneath him throws +A tender light of soft repose, +The charm that clings to Mandar's hill, +Gleams in the sea when winds are still, +And decks the lilly's opening flower, +Showed in that moon her sweetest power. +I am unable to show the difference of style in a translation.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_342.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_342.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6cb525498582749f53708c7defe4e9b220db54fe --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_342.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto VII. Ravan's Palace. + +The palace gates were guarded well +By many a Rakshas sentinel, +And far within, concealed from view, +Were dames and female retinue +For charm of form and face renowned; +Whose tinkling armlets made a sound, +Clashed by the wearers in their glee, +Like music of a distant sea. +The hall beyond the palace gate, +Rich with each badge of royal state, +Where lines of noble courtiers stood, +Showed like a lion-guarded wood. +There the wild music rose and fell +Of drum and tabor and of shell, +Through chambers at each holy tide +By solemn worship sanctified. +Through grove and garden, undismayed, +From house to house the Vanar strayed, +And still his wondering glances bent +On terrace, dome, and battlement: +Then with a light and rapid tread +Prahasta's807 home he visited, +And Kumbhakarna's808 courtyard where +A cloudy pile rose high in air; +And, wandering o'er the hill, explored +The garden of each Rakshas lord. +Each court and grove he wandered through, +Then nigh to Ravan's palace drew. +She-demons watched it foul of face, +Each armed with sword and spear and mace, +And warrior fiends of every hue, +A strange and fearful retinue. +There elephants in many a row, +The terror of the stricken foe. +Huge Airavat,809 deftly trained +In battle-fields, stood ready chained. +Fair litters on the ground were set +Adorned with gems and golden net. +Gay bloomy creepers clothed the walls; +Green bowers were there and picture halls, +And chambers made for soft delight. +Broad banners waved on every height. +And from the roof like Mandar's hill +The peacock's cry came loud and shrill.810 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_343.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_343.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e4d7282dccfebe5ba0fa834006a4db8a365ff991 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_343.txt @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +Canto VIII. The Enchanted Car. + +He passed within the walls and gazed +On gems and gold that round him blazed, +And many a latticed window bright +With turkis and with lazulite. +[pg 400] +Through porch and ante-rooms he passed +Each richer, fairer than the last; +And spacious halls where lances lay, +And bows and shells, in fair array: +A glorious house that matched in show +All Paradise displayed below. +Upon the polished floor were spread +Fresh buds and blossoms white and red, +And women shone, a lovely crowd, +As lightning flashes through a cloud: +A palace splendid as the sky +Which moon and planets glorify: +Like earth whose towering hills unfold +Their zones and streaks of glittering gold; +Where waving on the mountain brows +The tall trees bend their laden boughs, +And every bough and tender spray +With a bright load of bloom is gay, +And every flower the breeze has bent +Fills all the region with its scent. +Near the tall palace pale of hue +Shone lovely lakes where lilies blew, +And lotuses with flower and bud +Gleamed on the bosom of the flood. +There shone with gems that flashed afar +The marvel of the Flower-named811 car, +Mid wondrous dwellings still confessed +Supreme and nobler than the rest. +Thereon with wondrous art designed +Were turkis birds of varied kind. +And many a sculptured serpent rolled +His twisted coil in burnished gold. +And steeds were there of noblest form +With flying feet as fleet as storm: +And elephants with deftest skill +Stood sculptured by a silver rill, +Each bearing on his trunk a wreath +Of lilies from the flood beneath. +There Lakshmí,812 beauty's heavenly queen, +Wrought by the artist's skill, was seen +Beside a flower-clad pool to stand +Holding a lotus in her hand. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_344.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_344.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a1848653a76cb3b67bcea7069f0d6faa69aac532 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_344.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +Canto IX. The Ladies' Bower. + +There gleamed the car with wealth untold +Of precious gems and burnished gold; +Nor could the Wind-God's son withdraw +His rapt gaze from the sight he saw, +By Viśvakarma's813 self proclaimed +The noblest work his hand had framed. +Uplifted in the air it glowed +Bright as the sun's diurnal road. +The eye might scan the wondrous frame +And vainly seek one spot to blame, +So fine was every part and fair +With gems inlaid with lavish care. +No precious stones so rich adorn +The cars wherein the Gods are borne, +Prize of the all-resistless might +That sprang from pain and penance rite,814 +Obedient to the master's will +It moved o'er wood and towering hill, +A glorious marvel well designed +By Viśvakarma's artist mind, +Adorned with every fair device +That decks the cars of Paradise. +Swift moving as the master chose +It flew through air or sank or rose,815 +And in its fleetness left behind +The fury of the rushing wind: +Meet mansion for the good and great, +The holy, wise, and fortunate. +Throughout the chariot's vast extent +Were chambers wide and excellent, +All pure and lovely to the eyes +As moonlight shed from cloudless skies. +Fierce goblins, rovers of the night +Who cleft the clouds with swiftest flight +In countless hosts that chariot drew, +With earrings clashing as they flew. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_345.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_345.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18d1144d7d6c2dd5b01b22890a064d0309d10182 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_345.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Canto X. Ravan Asleep. + +Where stately mansions rose around, +A palace fairer still he found, +Whose royal height and splendour showed +Where Ravan's self, the king, abode. +A chosen band with bow and sword +Guarded the palace of their lord, +Where Raksha's dames of noble race +And many a princess fair of face +Whom Ravan's arm had torn away +From vanquished kings in slumber lay. +[pg 401] +There jewelled arches high o'erhead +An ever-changing lustre shed +From ruby, pearl, and every gem +On golden pillars under them. +Delicious came the tempered air +That breathed a heavenly summer there, +Stealing through bloomy trees that bore +Each pleasant fruit in endless store. +No check was there from jealous guard, +No door was fast, no portal barred; +Only a sweet air breathed to meet +The stranger, as a host should greet +A wanderer of his kith and kin +And woo his weary steps within. +He stood within a spacious hall +With fretted roof and painted wall, +The giant Ravan's boast and pride, +Loved even as a lovely bride. +'Twere long to tell each marvel there, +The crystal floor, the jewelled stair, +The gold, the silver, and the shine +Of chrysolite and almandine. +There breathed the fairest blooms of spring; +There flashed the proud swan's silver wing, +The splendour of whose feathers broke +Through fragrant wreaths of aloe smoke. +“'Tis Indra's heaven,” the Vanar cried, +Gazing in joy from side to side; +“The home of all the Gods is this, +The mansion of eternal bliss.” +There were the softest carpets spread, +Delightful to the sight and tread, +Where many a lovely woman lay +O'ercome by sleep, fatigued with play. +The wine no longer cheered the feast, +The sound of revelry had ceased. +The tinkling feet no longer stirred, +No chiming of a zone was heard. +So when each bird has sought her nest, +And swans are mute and wild bees rest, +Sleep the fair lilies on the lake +Till the sun's kiss shall bid them wake. +Like the calm field of winter's sky +Which stars unnumbered glorify, +So shone and glowed the sumptuous room +With living stars that chased the gloom. +“These are the stars,” the chieftain cried, +“In autumn nights that earth-ward glide, +In brighter forms to reappear +And shine in matchless lustre here.” +With wondering eyes a while he viewed +Each graceful form and attitude. +One lady's head was backward thrown, +Bare was her arm and loose her zone. +The garland that her brow had graced +Hung closely round another's waist. +Here gleamed two little feet all bare +Of anklets that had sparkled there, +Here lay a queenly dame at rest +In all her glorious garments dressed. +There slept another whose small hand +Had loosened every tie and band, +In careless grace another lay +With gems and jewels cast away, +Like a young creeper when the tread +Of the wild elephant has spread +Confusion and destruction round, +And cast it flowerless to the ground. +Here lay a slumberer still as death, +Save only that her balmy breath +Raised ever and anon the lace +That floated o'er her sleeping face. +There, sunk in sleep, an amorous maid +Her sweet head on a mirror laid, +Like a fair lily bending till +Her petals rest upon the rill. +Another black-eyed damsel pressed +Her lute upon her heaving breast, +As though her loving arms were twined +Round him for whom her bosom pined. +Another pretty sleeper round +A silver vase her arms had wound, +That seemed, so fresh and fair and young +A wreath of flowers that o'er it hung. +In sweet disorder lay a throng +Weary of dance and play and song, +Where heedless girls had sunk to rest +One pillowed on another's breast, +Her tender cheek half seen beneath +Bed roses of the falling wreath, +The while her long soft hair concealed +The beauties that her friend revealed. +With limbs at random interlaced +Round arm and leg and throat and waist, +That wreath of women lay asleep +Like blossoms in a careless heap. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_346.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_346.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2ca517966a78da4c7b8a781cbb02573e24203b88 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_346.txt @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +Canto XI. The Banquet Hall. + +Apart a dais of crystal rose +With couches spread for soft repose, +Adorned with gold and gems of price +Meet for the halls of Paradise. +A canopy was o'er them spread +Pale as the light the moon beams shed, +And female figures,816 deftly planned, +The faces of the sleepers fanned, +There on a splendid couch, asleep +On softest skins of deer and sheep. +Dark as a cloud that dims the day +The monarch of the giants lay, +Perfumed with sandal's precious scent +And gay with golden ornament. +[pg 402] +His fiery eyes in slumber closed, +In glittering robes the king reposed +Like Mandar's mighty hill asleep +With flowery trees that clothe his steep. +Near and more near the Vanar +The monarch of the fiends to view, +And saw the giant stretched supine +Fatigued with play and drunk with wine. +While, shaking all the monstrous frame, +His breath like hissing serpents' came. +With gold and glittering bracelets gay +His mighty arms extended lay +Huge as the towering shafts that bear +The flag of Indra high in air. +Scars by Airavat's tusk impressed +Showed red upon his shaggy breast. +And on his shoulders were displayed +The dints the thunder-bolt had made.817 +The spouses of the giant king +Around their lord were slumbering, +And, gay with sparkling earrings, shone +Fair as the moon to look upon. +There by her husband's side was seen +Mandodarí the favourite queen, +The beauty of whose youthful face +Beamed a soft glory through the place. +The Vanar marked the dame more fair +Than all the royal ladies there, +And thought, “These rarest beauties speak +The matchless dame I come to seek. +Peerless in grace and splendour, she +The Maithil queen must surely be.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_347.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_347.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e8882799592c488d204a3646d12ab8a5567b4744 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_347.txt @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +Canto XII. The Search Renewed. + +But soon the baseless thought was spurned +And longing hope again returned: +“No: Rama's wife is none of these, +No careless dame that lives at ease. +Her widowed heart has ceased to care +For dress and sleep and dainty fare. +She near a lover ne'er would lie +Though Indra wooed her from the sky. +Her own, her only lord, whom none +Can match in heaven, is Raghu's son.” +Then to the banquet hall intent +On strictest search his steps he bent. +He passed within the door, and found +Fair women sleeping on the ground, +Where wearied with the song, perchance, +The merry game, the wanton dance, +Each girl with wine and sleep oppressed +Had sunk her drooping head to rest. +That spacious hall from side to side +With noblest fare was well supplied, +There quarters of the boar, and here +Roast of the buffalo and deer, +There on gold plate, untouched as yet +The peacock and the hen were set. +There deftly mixed with salt and curd +Was meat of many a beast and bird, +Of kid and porcupine and hare, +And dainties of the sea and air. +There wrought of gold, ablaze with shine +Of precious stones, were cups of wine. +Through court and bower and banquet hall +The Vanar passed and viewed them all; +From end to end, in every spot, +For Síta searched, but found her not. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_348.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_348.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9e946edb6f0d0ab012c3991ec00107ac1f42eaf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_348.txt @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +Canto XIII. Despair And Hope. + +Again the Vanar chief began +Each chamber, bower, and hall to scan. +In vain: he found not her he sought, +And pondered thus in bitter thought: +“Ah me the Maithil queen is slain: +She, ever true and free from stain, +The fiend's entreaty has denied, +And by his cruel hand has died. +Or has she sunk, by terror killed, +When first she saw the palace filled +With female monsters evil miened +Who wait upon the robber fiend? +No battle fought, no might displayed, +In vain this anxious search is made; +Nor shall my steps, made slow by shame, +Because I failed to find the dame, +Back to our lord the king be bent, +For he is swift to punishment. +In every bower my feet have been, +The dames of Ravan have I seen; +But Rama's spouse I seek in vain, +And all my toil is fruitless pain. +How shall I meet the Vanar band +I left upon the ocean strand? +How, when they bid me speak, proclaim +These tidings of defeat and shame? +How shall I look on Angad's eye? +What words will Jambavan reply? +Yet dauntless hearts will never fail +To win success though foes assail, +And I this sorrow will subdue +And search the palace through and through, +Exploring with my cautious tread +Each spot as yet unvisited.” +Again he turned him to explore +Each chamber, hall, and corridor, +And arbour bright with scented bloom, +And lodge and cell and picture-room. +[pg 403] +With eager eye and noiseless feet +He passed through many a cool retreat +Where women lay in slumber drowned; +But Síta still was nowhere found. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_349.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_349.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..431d34bc34b5de74239b89be807999c9e6ef0f65 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_349.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +Canto XIV. The Asoka Grove. + +Then rapid as the lightning's flame +From Ravan's halls the Vanar came. +Each lingering hope was cold and dead, +And thus within his heart he said: +“Alas, my fruitless search is done: +Long have I toiled for Raghu's son; +And yet with all my care have seen +No traces of the ravished queen. +It may be, while the giant through +The lone air with his captive flew, +The Maithil lady, tender-souled, +Slipped struggling from the robber's hold, +And the wild sea is rolling now +O'er Síta of the beauteous brow. +Or did she perish of alarm +When circled by the monster's arm? +Or crushed, unable to withstand +The pressure of that monstrous hand? +Or when she spurned his suit with scorn, +Her tender limbs were rent and torn. +And she, her virtue unsubdued, +Was slaughtered for the giant's food. +Shall I to Raghu's son relate +His well-beloved consort's fate, +My crime the same if I reveal +The mournful story or conceal? +If with no happier tale to tell +I seek our mountain citadel, +How shall I face our lord the king, +And meet his angry questioning? +How shall I greet my friends, and brook +The muttered taunt, the scornful look? +How to the son of Raghu go +And kill him with my tale of woe? +For sure the mournful tale I bear +Will strike him dead with wild despair. +And Lakshman ever fond and true, +Will, undivided, perish too. +Bharat will learn his brother's fate, +And die of grief disconsolate, +And sad Śatrughna with a cry +Of anguish on his corpse will die. +Our king Sugríva, ever found +True to each bond in honour bound, +Will mourn the pledge he vainly gave, +And die with him he could not save. +Then Ruma his devoted wife +For her dead lord will leave her life, +And Tara, widowed and forlorn, +Will die in anguish, sorrow-worn. +On Angad too the blow will fall +Killing the hope and joy of all. +The ruin of their prince and king +The Vanars' souls with woe will wring. +And each, overwhelmed with dark despair, +Will beat his head and rend his hair. +Each, graced and honoured long, will miss +His careless life of easy bliss, +In happy troops will play no more +On breezy rock and shady shore, +But with his darling wife and child +Will seek the mountain top, and wild +With hopeless desolation, throw +Himself, his wife, and babe, below. +Ah no: unless the dame I find +I ne'er will meet my Vanar kind. +Here rather in some distant dell +A lonely hermit will I dwell, +Where roots and berries will supply +My humble wants until I die; +Or on the shore will raise a pyre +And perish in the kindled fire. +Or I will strictly fast until +With slow decay my life I kill, +And ravening dogs and birds of air +The limbs of Hanuman shall tear. +Here will I die, but never bring +Destruction on my race and king. +But still unsearched one grove I see +With many a bright Aśoka tree. +There will I enter in, and through +The tangled shade my search renew. +Be glory to the host on high, +The Sun and Moon who light the sky, +The Vasus818 and the Maruts'819 train, +adityas820 and the Aśvins821 twain. +So may I win success, and bring +The lady back with triumphing.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_35.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_35.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c17d8936af13ef4ab06a8d0bfdf6303b5c4865a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_35.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XXXVI. The Birth Of Ganga. + +“The rites were o'er, the maids were wed, +The bridegroom to his home was sped. +The sonless monarch bade prepare +A sacrifice to gain an heir. +Then Kuśa, Brahma's son, appeared, +And thus King Kuśanabha cheered: +“Thou shalt, my child, obtain a son +Like thine own self, O holy one. +Through him for ever, Gadhi named, +Shalt thou in all the worlds be famed.” +He spoke, and vanished from the sight +To Brahma's world of endless light. +Time fled, and, as the saint foretold, +Gadhi was born, the holy-souled. +My sire was he; through him I trace +My line from royal Kuśa's race. +My sister—elder-born was she— +The pure and good Satyavatí,176 +Was to the great Richíka wed. +Still faithful to her husband dead, +She followed him, most noble dame, +And, raised to heaven in human frame, +A pure celestial stream became. +Down from Himalaya's snowy height, +In floods for ever fair and bright, +My sister's holy waves are hurled +To purify and glad the world. +Now on Himalaya's side I dwell +Because I love my sister well. +She, for her faith and truth renowned, +Most loving to her husband found, +High-fated, firm in each pure vow, +Is queen of all the rivers now. +Bound by a vow I left her side +And to the Perfect convent hied. +There, by the aid 'twas thine to lend, +Made perfect, all my labours end. +Thus, mighty Prince, I now have told +My race and lineage, high and old, +And local tales of long ago +Which thou, O Rama, fain wouldst know. +As I have sate rehearsing thus +The midnight hour is come on us. +Now, Rama, sleep, that nothing may +Our journey of to-morrow stay. +No leaf on any tree is stirred: +Hushed in repose are beast and bird: +Where'er you turn, on every side, +Dense shades of night the landscape hide, +The light of eve is fled: the skies, +Thick-studded with their host of eyes, +Seem a star-forest overhead, +Where signs and constellations spread. +Now rises, with his pure cold ray, +The moon that drives the shades away, +And with his gentle influence brings +Joy to the hearts of living things. +Now, stealing from their lairs, appear +The beasts to whom the night is dear. +Now spirits walk, and every power +That revels in the midnight hour.” +The mighty hermit's tale was o'er, +He closed his lips and spoke no more. +The holy men on every side, +“Well done! well done,” with reverence cried; +“The mighty men of Kuśa's seed +Were ever famed for righteous deed. +Like Brahma's self in glory shine +The high-souled lords of Kuśa's line, +And thy great name is sounded most, +O Saint, amid the noble host. +And thy dear sister—fairest she +Of streams, the high-born Kauśikí— +Diffusing virtue where she flows, +New splendour on thy lineage throws.” +Thus by the chief of saints addressed +The son of Gadhi turned to rest; +So, when his daily course is done, +Sinks to his rest the beaming sun. +Rama with Lakshman, somewhat stirred +To marvel by the tales they heard, +Turned also to his couch, to close +His eyelids in desired repose. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_350.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_350.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c7562d6048cfbe783946829e170393fa2b09176e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_350.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto XV. Síta. + +He cleared the barrier at a bound; +He stood within the pleasant ground, +[pg 404] +And with delighted eyes surveyed +The climbing plants and varied shade, +He saw unnumbered trees unfold +The treasures of their pendent gold, +As, searching for the Maithil queen, +He strayed through alleys soft and green; +And when a spray he bent or broke +Some little bird that slept awoke. +Whene'er the breeze of morning blew, +Where'er a startled peacock flew, +The gaily coloured branches shed +Their flowery rain upon his head +That clung around the Vanar till +He seemed a blossom-covered hill,822 +The earth, on whose fair bosom lay +The flowers that fell from every spray, +Was glorious as a lovely maid +In all her brightest robes arrayed, +He saw the breath of morning shake +The lilies on the rippling lake +Whose waves a pleasant lapping made +On crystal steps with gems inlaid. +Then roaming through the enchanted ground, +A pleasant hill the Vanar found, +And grottoes in the living stone +With grass and flowery trees o'ergrown. +Through rocks and boughs a brawling rill +Leapt from the bosom of the hill, +Like a proud beauty when she flies +From her love's arms with angry eyes. +He clomb a tree that near him grew +And leafy shade around him threw. +“Hence,” thought the Vanar, “shall I see +The Maithil dame, if here she be, +These lovely trees, this cool retreat +Will surely tempt her wandering feet. +Here the sad queen will roam apart. +And dream of Rama in her heart.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_351.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_351.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6b605fb9ee7e12c315383ad178f715f2a82bc123 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_351.txt @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +Canto XVI. Hanuman's Lament. + +Fair as Kailasa white with snow +He saw a palace flash and glow, +A crystal pavement gem-inlaid, +And coral steps and colonnade, +And glittering towers that kissed the skies, +Whose dazzling splendour charmed his eyes. +There pallid, with neglected dress, +Watched close by fiend and giantess, +Her sweet face thin with constant flow +Of tears, with fasting and with woe; +Pale as the young moon's crescent when +The first faint light returns to men: +Dim as the flame when clouds of smoke +The latent glory hide and choke; +Like Rohiní the queen of stars +Oppressed by the red planet Mars; +From her dear friends and husband torn, +Amid the cruel fiends, forlorn, +Who fierce-eyed watch around her kept, +A tender woman sat and wept. +Her sobs, her sighs, her mournful mien, +Her glorious eyes, proclaimed the queen. +“This, this is she,” the Vanar cried, +“Fair as the moon and lotus-eyed, +I saw the giant Ravan bear +A captive through the fields of air. +Such was the beauty of the dame; +Her form, her lips, her eyes the same. +This peerless queen whom I behold +Is Rama's wife with limbs of gold. +Best of the sons of men is he, +And worthy of her lord is she.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_352.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_352.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8837d5266bbb430675a7712a43403f5934e87576 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_352.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto XVII. Síta's Guard. + +Then, all his thoughts on Síta bent, +The Vanar chieftain made lament: +“The queen to Rama's soul endeared, +By Lakshman's pious heart revered, +Lies here,—for none may strive with Fate, +A captive, sad and desolate. +The brothers' might full well she knows, +And bravely bears the storm of woes, +As swelling Ganga in the rains +The rush of every flood sustains. +Her lord, for her, fierce Bali slew, +Viradha's monstrous might o'erthrew, +For her the fourteen thousand slain +In Janasthan bedewed the plain. +And if for her Ikshvaku's son +Destroyed the world 'twere nobly done. +This, this is she, so far renowned, +Who sprang from out the furrowed ground,823 +Child of the high-souled king whose sway +The men of Míthila obey: +The glorious lady wooed and won +By Daśaratha's noblest son; +And now these sad eyes look on her +Mid hostile fiends a prisoner. +From home and every bliss she fled +By wifely love and duty led, +And heedless of a wanderer's woes, +A life in lonely forests chose. +This, this is she so fair of mould. +Whose limbs are bright as burnished gold. +[pg 405] +Whose voice was ever soft and mild, +Who sweetly spoke and sweetly smiled. +O, what is Rama's misery! how +He longs to see his darling now! +Pining for one of her fond looks +As one athirst for water brooks. +Absorbed in woe the lady sees +No Rakshas guard, no blooming trees. +Her eyes are with her thoughts, and they +Are fixed on Rama far away.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_353.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_353.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cb65dbda027b315dd7efe8426d37295dcd1cd551 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_353.txt @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +Canto XVIII. Ravan. + +His pitying eyes with tears bedewed, +The weeping queen again he viewed, +And saw around the prisoner stand +Her demon guard, a fearful band. +Some earless, some with ears that hung +Low as their feet and loosely swung: +Some fierce with single ears and eyes, +Some dwarfish, some of monstrous size: +Some with their dark necks long and thin +With hair upon the knotty skin: +Some with wild locks, some bald and bare, +Some covered o'er with bristly hair: +Some tall and straight, some bowed and bent +With every foul disfigurement: +All black and fierce with eyes of fire, +Ruthless and stern and swift to ire: +Some with the jackal's jaw and nose, +Some faced like boars and buffaloes: +Some with the heads of goats and kine, +Of elephants, and dogs, and swine: +With lions' lips and horses' brows, +They walked with feet of mules and cows: +Swords, maces, clubs, and spears they bore +In hideous hands that reeked with gore, +And, never sated, turned afresh +To bowls of wine and piles of flesh. +Such were the awful guards who stood +Round Síta in that lovely wood, +While in her lonely sorrow she +Wept sadly neath a spreading tree. +He watched the spouse of Rama there +Regardless of her tangled hair, +Her jewels stripped from neck and limb, +Decked only with her love of him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_354.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_354.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18fbb39893eabb1d9a5c737ef0e2f83250e27d8a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_354.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +Canto XIX. Síta's Fear. + +While from his shelter in the boughs +The Vanar looked on Rama's spouse +He heard the gathered giants raise +The solemn hymn of prayer and praise.— +Priests skilled in rite and ritual, who +The Vedas and their branches824 knew. +Then, as loud strains of music broke +His sleep, the giant monarch woke. +Swift to his heart the thought returned +Of the fair queen for whom he burned; +Nor could the amorous fiend control +The passion that absorbed his soul. +In all his brightest garb arrayed +He hastened to that lovely shade, +Where glowed each choicest flower and fruit, +And the sweet birds were never mute, +And tall deer bent their heads to drink +On the fair streamlet's grassy brink. +Near that Aśoka grove he drew,— +A hundred dames his retinue. +Like Indra with the thousand eyes +Girt with the beauties of the skies. +Some walked beside their lord to hold +The chouries, fans, and lamps of gold. +And others purest water bore +In golden urns, and paced before. +Some carried, piled on golden plates, +Delicious food of dainty cates; +Some wine in massive bowls whereon +The fairest gems resplendent shone. +Some by the monarch's side displayed, +Wrought like a swan, a silken shade: +Another beauty walked behind, +The sceptre to her care assigned. +Around the monarch gleamed the crowd +As lightnings flash about a cloud, +And each made music as she went +With zone and tinkling ornament. +Attended thus in royal state +The monarch reached the garden gate, +While gold and silver torches, fed +With scented oil a soft light shed.825 +[pg 406] +He, while the flame of fierce desire +Burnt in his eyes like kindled fire, +Seemed Love incarnate in his pride, +His bow and arrows laid aside.826 +His robe, from spot and blemish free +Like Amrit foamy from the sea,827 +Hung down in many a loosened fold +Inwrought with flowers and bright with gold. +The Vanar from his station viewed, +Amazed, the wondrous multitude, +Where, in the centre of that ring +Of noblest women, stood the king, +As stands the full moon fair to view, +Girt by his starry retinue. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_355.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_355.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..23aaa7de767ee638268b159885c3fb2d84ad85fd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_355.txt @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +Canto XX. Ravan's Wooing. + +Then o'er the lady's soul and frame +A sudden fear and trembling came, +When, glowing in his youthful pride, +She saw the monarch by her side. +Silent she sat, her eyes depressed, +Her soft arms folded o'er her breast, +And,—all she could,—her beauties screened +From the bold gazes of the fiend. +There where the wild she-demons kept +Their watch around, she sighed and wept. +Then, like a severed bough, she lay +Prone on the bare earth in dismay. +The while her thoughts on love's fleet wings +Flew to her lord the best of kings. +She fell upon the ground, and there +Lay struggling with her wild despair, +Sad as a lady born again +To misery and woe and pain, +Now doomed to grief and low estate, +Once noble fair and delicate: +Like faded light of holy lore, +Like Hope when all her dreams are o'er; +Like ruined power and rank debased, +Like majesty of kings disgraced: +Like worship foiled by erring slips, +The moon that labours in eclipse; +A pool with all her lilies dead, +An army when its king has fled: +So sad and helpless wan and worn, +She lay among the fiends forlorn. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_356.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_356.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8a4b0b9e23a3e46ea1b6400aef6bdb9f45913c54 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_356.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto XXI. Síta's Scorn. + +With amorous look and soft address +The fiend began his suit to press: +“Why wouldst thou, lady lotus-eyed, +From my fond glance those beauties hide? +Mine eager suit no more repel: +But love me, for I love thee well. +Dismiss, sweet dame, dismiss thy fear; +No giant and no man is near. +Ours is the right by force to seize +What dames soe'er our fancy please.828 +But I with rude hands will not touch +A lady whom I love so much. +Fear not, dear queen: no fear is nigh: +Come, on thy lover's love rely, +Some little sign of favor show, +Nor lie enamoured of thy woe. +Those limbs upon that cold earth laid, +Those tresses twined in single braid,829 +The fast and woe that wear thy frame, +Beseem not thee, O beauteous dame. +For thee the fairest wreaths were meant, +The sandal and the aloe's scent, +Rich ornaments and pearls of price, +And vesture meet for Paradise. +With dainty cates shouldst thou be fed, +And rest upon a sumptuous bed. +And festive joys to thee belong, +The music, and the dance and song. +Rise, pearl of women, rise and deck +With gems and chains thine arms and neck. +Shall not the dame I love be seen +In vesture worthy of a queen? +Methinks when thy sweet form was made +His hand the wise Creator stayed; +For never more did he design +A beauty meet to rival thine. +Come, let us love while yet we may, +For youth will fly and charms decay, +Come cast thy grief and fear aside, +And be my love, my chosen bride. +The gems and jewels that my hand +Has reft from every plundered land,— +To thee I give them all this day, +And at thy feet my kingdom lay. +[pg 407] +The broad rich earth will I o'errun, +And leave no town unconquered, none; +Then of the whole an offering make +To Janak,830 dear, for thy sweet sake. +In all the world no power I see +Of God or man can strive with me. +Of old the Gods and Asurs set +In terrible array I met: +Their scattered hosts to earth I beat, +And trod their flags beneath my feet. +Come, taste of bliss and drink thy fill, +And rule the slave who serves thy will. +Think not of wretched Rama: he +Is less than nothing now to thee. +Stript of his glory, poor, dethroned, +A wanderer by his friends disowned, +On the cold earth he lays his head, +Or is with toil and misery dead. +And if perchance he lingers yet, +His eyes on thee shall ne'er be set. +Could he, that mighty monarch, who +Was named Hiranyakaśipu, +Could he who wore the garb of gold +Win Glory back from Indra's hold?831 +O lady of the lovely smile, +Whose eyes the sternest heart beguile, +In all thy radiant beauty dressed +My heart and soul thou ravishest. +What though thy robe is soiled and worn, +And no bright gems thy limbs adorn, +Thou unadorned art dearer far +Than all my loveliest consorts are. +My royal home is bright and fair; +A thousand beauties meet me there, +But come, my glorious love, and be +The queen of all those dames and me.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_357.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_357.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f0cdb0fa531e138e892c6933137bb8a773ce2150 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_357.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +Canto XXII. Ravan's Threat. + +She thought upon her lord and sighed, +And thus in gentle tones replied: +“Beseems thee not, O King, to woo +A matron, to her husband true. +Thus vainly one might hope by sin +And evil deeds success to win. +Shall I, so highly born, disgrace +My husband's house, my royal race? +Shall I, a true and loyal dame, +Defile my soul with deed of shame?” +Then on the king her back she turned, +And answered thus the prayer she spurned: +“Turn, Ravan, turn thee from thy sin; +Seek virtue's paths and walk therein. +To others dames be honour shown; +Protect them as thou wouldst thine own. +Taught by thyself, from wrong abstain +Which, wrought on thee, thy heart would pain.832 +Beware: this lawless love of thine +Will ruin thee and all thy line; +And for thy sin, thy sin alone, +Will Lanka perish overthrown. +Dream not that wealth and power can sway +My heart from duty's path to stray. +Linked like the Day-God and his shine, +I am my lord's and he is mine. +Repent thee of thine impious deed; +To Rama's side his consort lead. +Be wise; the hero's friendship gain, +Nor perish in his fury slain. +Go, ask the God of Death to spare, +Or red bolt flashing through the air, +But look in vain for spell or charm +To stay my Rama's vengeful arm. +Thou, when the hero bends his bow, +Shalt hear the clang that heralds woe, +Loud as the clash when clouds are rent +And Indra's bolt to earth is sent. +Then shall his furious shafts be sped, +Each like a snake with fiery head, +And in their flight shall hiss and flame +Marked with the mighty archer's name.833 +Then in the fiery deluge all +Thy giants round their king shall fall.” +[pg 408] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_358.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_358.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2b6b408bd4f7a65c354403e0ae1ccdb0d943bb80 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_358.txt @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +Canto XXIII. The Demons' Threats. + +Then anger swelled in Ravan's breast, +Who fiercely thus the dame addressed: +“'Tis ever thus: in vain we sue +To woman, and her favour woo. +A lover's humble words impel +Her wayward spirit to rebel. +The love of thee that fills my soul +Still keeps my anger in control, +As charioteers with bit and rein +The swerving of the steed restrain. +The love that rules me bids me spare +Thy forfeit life, O thou most fair. +For this, O Síta, have I borne +The keen reproach, the bitter scorn, +And the fond love thou boastest yet +For that poor wandering anchoret; +Else had the words which thou hast said +Brought death upon thy guilty head. +Two months, fair dame, I grant thee still +To bend thee to thy lover's will. +If when that respite time is fled +Thou still refuse to share my bed, +My cooks shall mince thy limbs with steel +And serve thee for my morning meal.”834 +The minstrel daughters of the skies +Looked on her woe with pitying eyes, +And sun-bright children of the Gods835 +Consoled the queen with smiles and nods. +She saw, and with her heart at ease, +Addressed the fiend in words like these; +“Hast thou no friend to love thee, none +In all this isle to bid thee shun +The ruin which thy crime will bring +On thee and thine, O impious King? +Who in all worlds save thee could woo +Me, Rama's consort pure and true, +As though he tempted with his love +Queen Śachí836 on her throne above? +How canst thou hope, vile wretch, to fly +The vengeance that e'en now is nigh, +When thou hast dared, untouched by shame, +To press thy suit on Rama's dame? +Where woods are thick and grass is high +A lion and a hare may lie; +My Rama is the lion, thou +Art the poor hare beneath the bough. +Thou railest at the lord of men, +But wilt not stand within his ken. +What! is that eye unstricken yet +Whose impious glance on me was set? +Still moves that tongue that would not spare +The wife of Daśaratha's heir?” +Then, hissing like a furious snake, +The fiend again to Síta spake: +“Deaf to all prayers and threats art thou, +Devoted to thy senseless vow. +No longer respite will I give, +And thou this day shalt cease to live; +For I, as sunlight kills the morn, +Will slay thee for thy scathe and scorn.” +The Rakshas guard was summoned: all +The monstrous crew obeyed the call, +And hastened to the king to take +The orders which he fiercely spake: +“See that ye guard her well, and tame, +Like some wild thing, the stubborn dame, +Until her haughty soul be bent +By mingled threat and blandishment.”837 +The monsters heard: away he strode, +And passed within his queens' abode. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_359.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_359.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d468e9ad001f7712f79775a9cd4517826e22d0f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_359.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +Canto XXIV. Síta's Reply. + +Then round the helpless Síta drew +With fiery eyes the hideous crew, +And thus assailed her, all and each, +With insult, taunt, and threatening speech: +“What! can it be thou prizest not +This happy chance, this glorious lot, +To be the chosen wife of one +So strong and great, Pulastya's son? +Pulastya—thus have sages told— +Is mid the Lords of Life838 enrolled. +Lord Brahma's mind-born son was he, +Fourth of that glorious company. +Viśravas from Pulastya sprang,— +Through all the worlds his glory rang. +And of Viśravas, large-eyed dame! +Our king the mighty Ravan came. +His happy consort thou mayst be: +Scorn not the words we say to thee.” +One awful demon, fiery-eyed, +Stood by the Maithil queen and cried: +'Come and be his, if thou art wise, +Who smote the sovereign of the skies, +And made the thirty Gods and three,839 +O'ercome in furious battle, flee. +[pg 409] +Thy lover turns away with scorn +From wives whom grace and youth adorn. +Thou art his chosen consort, thou +Shall be his pride and darling now.” +Another, Vikata by name, +In words like these addressed the dame: +“The king whose blows, in fury dealt, +The Nagas840 and Gandharvas841 felt, +In battle's fiercest brunt subdued, +Has stood by thee and humbly wooed. +And wilt thou in thy folly miss +The glory of a love like this? +Scared by his eye the sun grows chill, +The wanderer wind is hushed and still. +The rains at his command descend, +And trees with new-blown blossoms bend. +His word the hosts of demons fear, +And wilt thou, dame, refuse to hear? +Be counselled; with his will comply, +Or, lady, thou shalt surely die.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_36.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_36.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7300da31c6cf56c113763c794e3185cae9ec035c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_36.txt @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +Canto XXXIX. The Sons Of Sagar. + +The hours of night now waning fast +On Śona's pleasant shore they passed. +Then, when the dawn began to break, +To Rama thus the hermit spake: +“The light of dawn is breaking clear, +The hour of morning rites is near. +Rise, Rama, rise, dear son, I pray, +And make thee ready for the way.” +Then Rama rose, and finished all +His duties at the hermit's call, +Prepared with joy the road to take, +And thus again in question spake: +“Here fair and deep the Śona flows, +And many an isle its bosom shows: +What way, O Saint, will lead us o'er +And land us on the farther shore?” +The saint replied: “The way I choose +Is that which pious hermits use.” +[pg 049] +For many a league they journeyed on +Till, when the sun of mid-day shone, +The hermit-haunted flood was seen +Of Jahnaví,177 the Rivers' Queen. +Soon as the holy stream they viewed, +Thronged with a white-winged multitude +Of sarases178 and swans,179 delight +Possessed them at the lovely sight; +And then prepared the hermit band +To halt upon that holy strand. +They bathed as Scripture bids, and paid +Oblations due to God and shade. +To Fire they burnt the offerings meet, +And sipped the oil, like Amrit sweet. +Then pure and pleased they sate around +Saint Viśvamitra on the ground. +The holy men of lesser note, +In due degree, sate more remote, +While Raghu's sons took nearer place +By virtue of their rank and race. +Then Rama said: “O Saint, I yearn +The three-pathed Ganga's tale to learn.” +Thus urged, the sage recounted both +The birth of Ganga and her growth: +“The mighty hill with metals stored, +Himalaya, is the mountains' lord, +The father of a lovely pair +Of daughters fairest of the fair: +Their mother, offspring of the will +Of Meru, everlasting hill, +Mena, Himalaya's darling, graced +With beauty of her dainty waist. +Ganga was elder-born: then came +The fair one known by Uma's name. +Then all the Gods of heaven, in need +Of Ganga's help their vows to speed, +To great Himalaya came and prayed +The mountain King to yield the maid. +He, not regardless of the weal +Of the three worlds, with holy zeal +His daughter to the Immortals gave, +Ganga whose waters cleanse and save, +Who roams at pleasure, fair and free, +Purging all sinners, to the sea. +The three-pathed Ganga thus obtained, +The Gods their heavenly homes regained. +Long time the sister Uma passed +In vows austere and rigid fast, +And the king gave the devotee +Immortal Rudra's180 bride to be, +Matching with that unequalled Lord +His Uma through the worlds adored. +So now a glorious station fills +Each daughter of the King of Hills: +One honoured as the noblest stream, +One mid the Goddesses supreme. +Thus Ganga, King Himalaya's child, +The heavenly river, undefiled, +Rose bearing with her to the sky +Her waves that bless and purify.” +[I am compelled to omit Cantos XXXVII and XXXVIII, The Glory of Uma, and the Birth of Kartikeya, as both in subject and language offensive to modern taste. They will be found in Schlegel's Latin translation.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_360.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_360.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..815e88061042a52c94ff5717a5ea0a0e1af2850e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_360.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto XXV. Síta's Lament. + +Still with reproaches rough and rude +Those fiends the gentle queen pursued: +“What! can so fair a life displease, +To dwell with him in joyous ease? +Dwell in his bowers a happy queen +In silk and gold and jewels' sheen? +Still must thy woman fancy cling +To Rama and reject our king? +Die in thy folly, or forget +That wretched wandering anchoret. +Come, Síta, in luxurious bowers +Spend with our lord thy happy hours; +The mighty lord who makes his own +The treasures of the worlds o'erthrown.” +Then, as a tear bedewed her eye, +The hapless lady made reply: +“I loathe, with heart and soul detest +The shameful life your words suggest. +Eat, if you will, this mortal frame: +My soul rejects the sin and shame. +A homeless wanderer though he be, +In him my lord, my life I see, +And, till my earthly days be done, +Will cling to great Ikshvaku's son.” +Then with fierce eyes on Síta set +They cried again with taunt and threat: +Each licking with her fiery tongue +The lip that to her bosom hung, +And menacing the lady's life +With axe, or spear or murderous knife: +“Hear, Síta, and our words obey, +Or perish by our hands to-day. +Thy love for Raghu's son forsake, +And Ravan for thy husband take, +Or we will rend thy limbs apart +And banquet on thy quivering heart. +Now from her body strike the head, +And tell the king the dame is dead. +Then by our lord's commandment she +A banquet for our band shall be. +Come, let the wine be quickly brought +That frees each heart from saddening thought. +Then to the western gate repair, +And we will dance and revel there.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_361.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_361.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bdb5c86e1f4d4107e755c90161b1c8b2a7ad27bb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_361.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto XXVI. Síta's Lament. + +On the bare earth the lady sank, +And trembling from their presence shrank +Like a strayed fawn, when night is dark, +And hungry wolves around her bark. +[pg 410] +Then to a shady tree she crept, +And thought upon her lord and wept. +By fear and bitter woe oppressed +She bathed the beauties of her breast +With her hot tears' incessant flow, +And found no respite from her woe. +As shakes a plantain in the breeze +She shook, and fell on trembling knees; +While at each demon's furious look +Her cheek its native hue forsook. +She lay and wept and made her moan +In sorrow's saddest undertone, +And, wild with grief, with fear appalled, +On Rama and his brother called: +“O dear Kauśalya,842 hear me cry! +Sweet Queen Sumitra,843 list my sigh! +True is the saw the wise declare: +Death comes not to relieve despair. +'Tis vain for dame or man to pray; +Death will not hear before his day; +Since I, from Rama's sight debarred, +And tortured by my cruel guard, +Still live in hopeless woe to grieve +And loathe the life I may not leave, +Here, like a poor deserted thing, +My limbs upon the ground I fling, +And, like a bark beneath the blast, +Shall sink oppressed with woes at last. +Ah, blest are they, supremely blest, +Whose eyes upon my lord may rest; +Who mark his lion port, and hear +His gentle speech that charms the ear. +Alas, what antenatal crime, +What trespass of forgotten time +Weighs on my soul, and bids me bow +Beneath this load of misery now?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_362.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_362.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cd189f1280dfe7267b6a2636313847ef6fc5c1c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_362.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +Canto XXVII. Trijata's Dream. + +“I Rama's wife, on that sad day, +By Ravan's arm was borne away, +Seized, while I sat and feared no ill, +By him who wears each form at will. +A helpless captive, left forlorn +To demons' threats and taunts and scorn, +Here for my lord I weep and sigh, +And worn with woe would gladly die. +For what is life to me afar +From Rama of the mighty car? +The robber in his fruitless sin +Would hope his captive's love to win. +My meaner foot shall never touch +The demon whom I loathe so much. +The senseless fool! he knows me not, +Nor the proud soul his love would blot. +Yea, limb from limb will I be rent, +But never to his prayer consent; +Be burnt and perish in the fire, +But never meet his base desire. +My lord was grateful, true and wise, +And looked on woe with pitying eyes; +But now, recoiling from the strife +He pities not his captive wife. +Alone in Janasthan he slew +The thousands of the Rakshas crew. +His arm was strong, his heart was brave, +Why comes he not to free and save? +Why blame my lord in vain surmise? +He knows not where his lady lies. +O, if he knew, o'er land and sea +His feet were swift to set me free; +This Lanka, girdled by the deep, +Would fall consumed, a shapeless heap, +And from each ruined home would rise +A Rakshas widow's groans and cries.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_363.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_363.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..66c63542ba0586750ec8ac089fc8c04d26a383ed --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_363.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +Canto XXX. Hanuman's Deliberation. + +Their threats unfeared, their counsel spurned, +The demons' breasts with fury burned. +Some sought the giant king to bear +The tale of Síta's fixt despair. +With threats and taunts renewed the rest +Around the weeping lady pressed. +But Trijaṭa, of softer mould, +A Rakshas matron wise and old, +With pity for the captive moved, +In words like these the fiends reproved: +“Me, me,” she cried, “eat me, but spare +The spouse of Daśaratha's heir. +Last night I dreamt a dream; and still +The fear and awe my bosom chill; +For in that dream I saw foreshown +Our race by Rama's hand o'erthrown. +I saw a chariot high in air, +Of ivory exceeding fair. +A hundred steeds that chariot drew +As swiftly through the clouds it flew, +And, clothed in white, with wreaths that shone, +The sons of Raghu rode thereon. +I looked and saw this lady here, +Clad in the purest white, appear +High on the snow white hill whose feet +The angry waves of ocean beat. +And she and Rama met at last +Like light and sun when night is past. +Again I saw them side by side. +On Ravan's car they seemed to ride, +And with the princely Lakshman flee +To northern realms beyond the sea. +[pg 411] +Then Ravan, shaved and shorn, besmeared +With oil from head to foot, appeared. +He quaffed, he raved: his robes were red: +Fierce was his eye, and bare his head. +I saw him from his chariot thrust; +I saw him rolling in the dust. +A woman came and dragged away +The stricken giant where he lay, +And on a car which asses drew +The monarch of our race she threw. +He rose erect, he danced and laughed, +With thirsty lips the oil he quaffed, +Then with wild eyes and streaming mouth +Sped on the chariot to the south.844 +Then, dropping oil from every limb, +His sons the princes followed him, +And Kumbhakarna,845 shaved and shorn, +Was southward on a camel borne. +Then royal Lanka reeled and fell +With gate and tower and citadel. +This ancient city, far-renowned: +All life within her walls was drowned; +And the wild waves of ocean rolled +O'er Lanka and her streets of gold. +Warned by these signs I bid you fly; +Or by the hand of Rama die, +Whose vengeance will not spare the life +Of one who vexed his faithful wife. +Your bitter taunts and threats forgo: +Comfort the lady in her woe, +And humbly pray her to forgive; +For so you may be spared and live.” diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_364.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_364.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..61c9c2110b7e32cba006fa0c33e4106f6f620370 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_364.txt @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +Canto XXXI. Hanuman's Speech. + +The Vanar watched concealed: each word +Of Síta and the fiends he heard, +And in a maze of anxious thought +His quick-conceiving bosom wrought. +“At length my watchful eyes have seen, +Pursued so long, the Maithil queen, +Sought by our Vanar hosts in vain +From east to west, from main to main. +A cautious spy have I explored +The palace of the Rakhshas lord, +And thoroughly learned, concealed from sight, +The giant monarch's power and might. +And now my task must be to cheer +The royal dame who sorrows here. +For if I go, and soothe her not, +A captive in this distant spot, +She, when she finds no comfort nigh, +Will sink beneath her woes and die. +How shall my tale, if unconsoled +I leave her, be to Rama told? +How shall I answer Raghu's son, +“No message from my darling, none?” +The husband's wrath, to fury fanned, +Will scorch me lifeless where I stand, +Or if I urge my lord the king +To Lanka's isle his hosts to bring, +In vain will be his zeal, in vain +The toil, the danger, and the pain. +Yea, this occasion must I seize +That from her guard the lady frees,846 +To win her ear with soft address +And whisper hope in dire distress. +Shall I, a puny Vanar, choose +The Sanskrit men delight to use? +If, as a man of Brahman kind, +I speak the tongue by rules refined, +The lady, yielding to her fears, +Will think 'tis Ravan's voice she hears. +I must assume my only plan— +The language of a common847 man. +Yet, if the lady sees me nigh, +[pg 412] +In terror she will start and cry; +And all the demon band, alarmed, +Will come with various weapons armed, +With their wild shouts the grove will fill, +And strive to take me, or to kill. +And, at my death or capture, dies +The hope of Rama`s enterprise. +For none can leap, save only me, +A hundred leagues across the sea. +It is a sin in me, I own, +To talk with Janak's child alone. +Yet greater is the sin if I +Be silent, and the lady die. +First I will utter Rama's name, +And laud the hero's gifts and fame. +Perchance the name she holds so dear +Will soothe the faithful lady's fear.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_365.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_365.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..36e00e686dba375d770dce7c9dd3372a303dc9bb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_365.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto XXXII. Síta's Doubt. + +Then in sweet accents low and mild +The Vanar spoke to Janak's child: +“A noble king, by sin unstained, +The mighty Daśaratha reigned. +Lord of the warrior's car and steed, +The pride of old Ikshvaku's seed. +A faithful friend, a blameless king, +Protector of each living thing. +A glorious monarch, strong to save, +Blest with the bliss he freely gave. +His son, the best of all who know +The science of the bended bow, +Was moon-bright Rama, brave and strong, +Who loved the right and loathed the wrong, +Who ne'er from kingly duty swerved, +Loved by the lands his might preserved. +His feet the path of law pursued; +His arm rebellious foes subdued. +His sire's command the prince obeyed +And, banished, sought the forest shade, +Where with his wife and brother he +Wandered a saintly devotee. +There as he roamed the wilds he slew +The bravest of the Rakshas crew. +The giant king the prince beguiled, +And stole his consort, Janak's child. +Then Rama roamed the country round, +And a firm friend, Sugríva, found, +Lord of the Vanar race, expelled +From his own realm which Bali held, +He conquered Bali and restored +The kingdom to the rightful lord. +Then by Sugríva's high decree +The Vanar legions searched for thee, +Sampati's counsel bade me leap +A hundred leagues across the deep. +And now my happy eyes have seen +At last the long-sought Maithil queen. +Such was the form, the eye, the grace +Of her whom Rama bade me trace.” +He ceased: her flowing locks she drew +To shield her from a stranger's view; +Then, trembling in her wild surprise, +Raised to the tree her anxious eyes. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_366.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_366.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f9a1d50391871a7900bd5e54ce002354549e353 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_366.txt @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +Canto XXXIII. The Colloquy. + +Her eyes the Maithil lady raised +And on the monkey speaker gazed. +She looked, and trembling at the sight +Wept bitter tears in wild affright. +She shrank a while with fear distraught, +Then, nerved again, the lady thought: +“Is this a dream mine eyes have seen, +This creature, by our laws unclean? +O, may the Gods keep Rama, still, +And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill! +It is no dream: I have not slept, +But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept +Afar from that dear lord of mine +For whom in ceaseless woe I pine, +No art may soothe my wild distress +Or lull me to forgetfulness. +I see but him: my lips can frame +No syllable but Rama's name. +Each sight I see, each sound I hear, +Brings Rama to mine eye or ear, +The wish was in my heart, and hence +The sweet illusion mocked my sense. +'Twas but a phantom of the mind, +And yet the voice was soft and kind. +Be glory to the Eternal Sire,848 +Be glory to the Lord of Fire, +The mighty Teacher in the skies,849 +And Indra with his thousand eyes, +And may they grant the truth to be +E'en as the words that startled me.” +[pg 413] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_367.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_367.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70075ffff504378af105a05ce6bcd9fab1cc6b06 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_367.txt @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Hanuman's Speech. + +Down from the tree Hanuman came +And humbly stood before the dame. +Then joining reverent palm to palm +Addressed her thus with words of balm: +“Why should the tears of sorrow rise, +Sweet lady, to those lovely eyes, +As when the wind-swept river floods +Two half expanded lotus buds? +Who art thou, O most fair of face? +Of Asur,850 or celestial race? +Did Naga mother give thee birth? +For sure thou art no child of earth. +Do Rudras851 claim that heavenly form? +Or the swift Gods852 who ride the storm? +Or art thou Rohiní853 the blest, +That star more lovely than the rest,— +Reft from the Moon thou lovest well +And doomed a while on earth to dwell? +Or canst thou, fairest wonder, be +The starry queen Arundhatí,854 +Fled in thy wrath or jealous pride +From her dear lord Vaśishṭha's side? +Who is the husband, father, son +Or brother, O thou loveliest one, +Gone from this world in heaven to dwell, +For whom those eyes with weeping swell? +Yet, by the tears those sweet eyes shed, +Yet, by the earth that bears thy tread,855 +By calling on a monarch's name, +No Goddess but a royal dame. +Art thou the queen, fair lady, say, +Whom Ravan stole and bore away? +Yea, by that agony of woe, +That form unrivalled here below, +That votive garb, thou art, I ween, +King Janak's child and Rama's queen.” +Hope at the name of Rama woke, +And thus the gentle lady spoke: +“I am that Síta wooed and won +By Daśaratha's royal son, +The noblest of Ikshvaku's line; +And every earthly joy was mine. +But Rama left his royal home +In Danḍak's tangled wilds to roam. +Where with Sumitra's son and me, +He lived a saintly devotee. +The giant Ravan came with guile +And bore me thence to Lanka's isle. +Some respite yet the fiend allows, +Two months of life, to Rama's spouse. +Two moons of hopeless woe remain, +And then the captive will be slain.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_368.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_368.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c8ce5b02938b302d8428873f44c2189d438ae317 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_368.txt @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +Canto XXXV. Hanuman's Speech. + +Thus spoke the dame in mournful mood, +And Hanuman his speech renewed: +“O lady, by thy lord's decree +I come a messenger to thee. +Thy lord is safe with steadfast friends, +And greeting to his queen he sends, +And Lakshman, ever faithful bows +His reverent head to Rama's spouse.” +Through all her frame the rapture ran, +As thus again the dame began: +“Now verily the truth I know +Of the wise saw of long ago: +“Once only in a hundred years +True joy to living man appears.” +He marked her rapture-beaming hue, +And nearer to the lady drew, +But at each onward step he took +Suspicious fear her spirit shook. +“Alas, Alas,” she cried in fear. +“False is the tale I joyed to hear. +'Tis Ravan, 'tis the fiend, who tries +To mock me with a new disguise. +If thou, to wring my woman's heart, +Hast changed thy shape by magic art, +And wouldst a helpless dame beguile, +The wicked deed is doubly vile. +But no: that fiend thou canst not be: +Such joy I had from seeing thee. +But if my fancy does not err, +And thou art Rama's messenger, +The glories of my lord repeat: +For to these ears such words are sweet.” +The Vanar knew the lady's thought,856 +And gave the answer fondly sought: +[pg 414] +“Bright as the sun that lights the sky +Dear as the Moon to every eye. +He scatters blessings o'er the land +Like bounties from Vaiśravan's857 hand. +Like Vishnu strong and unsubdued, +Unmatched in might and fortitude. +Wise, truthful as the Lord of Speech, +With gentle words he welcomes each. +Of noblest mould and form is he, +Like love's incarnate deity. +He quells the fury of the foe, +And strikes when justice prompts the blow. +Safe in the shadow of his arm +The world is kept from scathe and harm. +Now soon shall Ravan rue his theft, +And fall, of realm and life bereft. +For Rama's wrathful hand shall wing +His shafts against the giant king. +The day, O Maithil Queen, is near +When he and Lakshman will be here, +And by their side Sugríva lead +His countless hosts of Vanar breed. +Sugríva's servant, I, by name +Hanuman, by his order came. +With desperate leap I crossed the sea +To Lanka's isle in search of thee, +No traitor, gentle dame, am I: +Upon my word and faith rely.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_369.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_369.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0658acb63f0ae217b48b90eb4bd8b11fe6f320d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_369.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto XXXVI. Rama's Ring. + +With joyous heart she heard him tell +Of the great lord she loved so well, +And in sweet accents, soft and low, +Spoke, half forgetful of her woe: +“How didst thou stand by Rama's side? +How came my lord and thou allied? +How met the people of the wood +With men on terms of brotherhood? +Declare each grace and regal sign +That decks the lords of Raghu's line. +Each circumstance and look relate: +Tell Rama's form and speech, and gait.” +“Thy fear and doubt,” he cried, “dispelled, +Hear, lady, what mine eyes beheld. +Hear the imperial signs that grace +The glory of Ikshvaku's race. +With moon-bright face and lotus eyes, +Most beautiful and good and wise, +With sun-like glory round his head, +Long-suffering as the earth we tread, +He from all foes his realm defends. +Yea, o'er the world his care extends. +He follows right in all his ways, +And ne'er from royal duty strays. +He knows the lore that strengthens kings; +His heart to truth and honour clings. +Each grace and gift of form and mind +Adorns that prince of human kind; +And virtues like his own endue +His brother ever firm and true. +O'er all the land they roamed distraught, +And thee with vain endeavour sought, +Until at length their wandering feet +Trod wearily our wild retreat. +Our banished king Sugríva spied +The princes from the mountain side. +By his command I sought the pair +And led them to our monarch there. +Thus Rama and Sugríva met, +And joined the bonds that knit them yet, +When each besought the other's aid, +And friendship and alliance made. +An arrow launched from Rama's bow +Laid Bali dead, Sugríva's foe. +Then by commandment of our lord +The Vanar hosts each land explored. +We reached the coast: I crossed the sea +And found my way at length to thee.”858 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_37.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_37.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..121dfd13ffd43d4bbc37c42a155dfe2ddaa49dd7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_37.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto XL. The Cleaving Of The Earth. + +The saint in accents sweet and clear +Thus told his tale for Rama's ear, +And thus anew the holy man +A legend to the prince began: +“There reigned a pious monarch o'er +Ayodhya in the days of yore: +Sagar his name: no child had he, +And children much he longed to see. +His honoured consort, fair of face, +Sprang from Vidarbha's royal race, +Keśini, famed from early youth +For piety and love of truth. +Aríshṭanemi's daughter fair, +With whom no maiden might compare +In beauty, though the earth is wide, +Sumati, was his second bride. +With his two queens afar he went, +And weary days in penance spent, +Fervent, upon Himalaya's hill +Where springs the stream called Bhrigu' rill. +Nor did he fail that saint to please +With his devout austerities. +And, when a hundred years had fled, +Thus the most truthful Bhrigu said: +“From thee, O Sagar, blameless King, +A mighty host of sons shall spring, +And thou shalt win a glorious name +Which none, O Chief, but thou shall claim. +One of thy queens a son shall bear, +Maintainer of thy race and heir; +And of the other there shall be +Sons sixty thousand born to thee.” +Thus as he spake, with one accord, +To win the grace of that high lord, +The queens, with palms together laid, +In humble supplication prayed: +“Which queen, O Brahman, of the pair, +The many, or the one shall bear? +Most eager, Lord, are we to know, +And as thou sayest be it so.” +[pg 050] +With his sweet speech the saint replied: +“Yourselves, O Queens, the choice decide. +Your own discretion freely use +Which shall the one or many choose: +One shall the race and name uphold, +The host be famous, strong, and bold. +Which will have which?” Then Keśini +The mother of one heir would be. +Sumati, sister of the king181 +Of all the birds that ply the wing, +To that illustrious Brahman sued +That she might bear the multitude +Whose fame throughout the world should sound +For mighty enterprise renowned. +Around the saint the monarch went, +Bowing his head, most reverent. +Then with his wives, with willing feet, +Resought his own imperial seat. +Time passed. The elder consort bare +A son called Asamanj, the heir. +Then Sumati, the younger, gave +Birth to a gourd,182 O hero brave, +Whose rind, when burst and cleft in two, +Gave sixty thousand babes to view. +All these with care the nurses laid +In jars of oil; and there they stayed, +Till, youthful age and strength complete, +Forth speeding from each dark retreat, +All peers in valour, years, and might, +The sixty thousand came to light. +Prince Asamanj, brought up with care, +Scourge of his foes, was made the heir. +But liegemen's boys he used to cast +To Sarjú's waves that hurried past, +Laughing the while in cruel glee +Their dying agonies to see. +This wicked prince who aye withstood +The counsel of the wise and good, +Who plagued the people in his hate, +His father banished from the state. +His son, kind-spoken, brave, and tall, +Was Anśuman, beloved of all. +Long years flew by. The king decreed +To slay a sacrificial steed. +Consulting with his priestly band +He vowed the rite his soul had planned, +And, Veda skilled, by their advice +Made ready for the sacrifice. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_370.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_370.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0625a1de4c6accfbc221270e315bfdec8a7cfa11 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_370.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto XXXVII. Síta's Speech. + +“Receive,” he cried, “this precious ring,859 +Sure token from thy lord the king: +The golden ring he wont to wear: +See, Rama's name engraven there.” +Then, as she took the ring he showed, +The tears that spring of rapture flowed. +She seemed to touch the hand that sent +The dearly valued ornament, +And with her heart again at ease, +Replied in gentle words like these: +“O thou, whose soul no fears deter, +Wise, brave, and faithful messenger! +And hast thou dared, o'er wave and foam, +To seek me in the giants' home? +In thee, true messenger, I find +The noblest of thy woodland kind. +Who couldst, unmoved by terror, brook +On Ravan, king of fiends, to look. +[pg 415] +Now may we commune here as friends, +For he whom royal Rama sends +Must needs be one in danger tried, +A valiant, wise, and faithful guide. +Say, is it well with Rama still? +Lives Lakshman yet untouched by ill? +Then why should Rama's hand be slow +To free his consort from her woe? +Why spare to burn, in search of me, +The land encircled by the sea? +Can Bharat send no army out +With banners, cars and battle shout? +Cannot thy king Sugríva lend +His legions to assist his friend?” +His hands upon his head he laid +And thus again his answer made: +“Not yet has Rama learnt where lies +His lady of the lotus eyes, +Or he like Indra from the sky +To Śachí's860 aid, to thee would fly. +Soon will he hear the tale, and then, +Roused to revenge, the lord of men +Will to the giants' island lead +Fierce myriads of the woodland breed, +Bridging his conquering way, and make +The town a ruin for thy sake. +Believe my words, sweet dame; I swear +By roots and fruit, my woodland fare, +By Meru's peak and Vindhva's chain, +And Mandar of the Milky Main, +Soon shalt thou see thy lord, though now +He waits upon Praśravan's861 brow, +Come glorious as the breaking morn, +Like Indra on Airavat862 borne. +For thee he looks with longing eyes; +The wood his scanty food supplies. +For thee his brow is pale and worn, +For thee are meat and wine forsworn. +Thine image in his heart he keeps, +For thee by night he wakes and weeps. +Or if perchance his eyes he close +And win brief respite from his woes, +E'en then the name of Síta slips +In anguish from his murmuring lips. +If lovely flowers or fruit he sees, +Which women love, upon the trees, +To thee, to thee his fancy flies. +And ‘Síta! O my love!’ he cries.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_371.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_371.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c6283ba15d8a33fbeb19eb2c9d24952374b9ae79 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_371.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +Canto XXXVIII. Síta's Gem. + +“Thou bringest me,” she cried again, +“A mingled draught of bliss and pain: +Bliss, that he wears me in his heart, +Pain, that he wakes and weeps apart, +O, see how Fate is king of all, +Now lifts us high, now bids us fall, +And leads a captive bound with cord +The meanest slave, the proudest lord, +Thus even now Fate's stern decree +Has struck with grief my lord and me. +Say, how shall Rama reach the shore +Of sorrow's waves that rise and roar, +A shipwrecked sailor, well nigh drowned +In the wild sea that foams around? +When will he smite the demon down, +Lay low in dust the giants' town, +And, glorious from his foes' defeat, +His wife, his long-lost Síta, meet? +Go, bid him speed to smite his foes +Before the year shall reach its close. +Ten months are fled but two remain, +Then Ravan's captive must be slain. +Oft has Vibhishan,863 just and wise, +Besought him to restore his prize. +But deaf is Ravan's senseless ear: +His brother's rede he will not hear. +Vibhishan's daughter864 loves me well: +From her I learnt the tale I tell. +Avindhva865 prudent, just, and old, +The giant's fall has oft foretold; +But Fate impels him to despise +His word on whom he most relies. +In Rama's love I rest secure, +For my fond heart is true and pure, +And him, my noblest lord, I deem +In valour, power, and might supreme.” +As from her eyes the waters ran, +The Vanar chief again began: +“Yea, Rama, when he hears my tale, +Will with our hosts these walls assail. +Or I myself, O Queen, this day +Will bear thee from the fiend away, +Will lift thee up, and take thee hence +To him thy refuge and defence; +Will take thee in my arms, and flee +To Rama far beyond the sea; +Will place thee on Praśravan hill +Where Raghu's son is waiting still.” +[pg 416] +“How canst thou bear me hence?” she cried, +“The way is long, the sea is wide. +To bear my very weight would be +A task too hard for one like thee.”866 +Swift rose before her startled eyes +The Vanar in his native size, +Like Mandar's hill or Meru's height, +Encircled with a blaze of light. +“O come,” he cried, “thy fears dispel, +Nor doubt that I will bear thee well. +Come, in my strength and care confide, +And sit in joy by Rama's side.” +Again she spake: “I know thee now, +Brave, resolute, and strong art thou; +In glory like the Lord of Fire +With storm-swift feet which naught may tire +But yet with thee I may not fly: +For, borne so swiftly through the sky, +Mine eyes would soon grow faint and dim, +My dizzy brain would reel and swim, +My yielding arms relax their hold, +And I in terror uncontrolled +Should fall into the raging sea +Where hungry sharks would feed on me. +Nor can I touch, of free accord, +The limbs of any save my lord. +If, by the giant forced away, +In his enfolding arms I lay, +Not mine, O Vanar, was the blame; +What could I do, a helpless dame? +Go, to my lord my message bear, +And bid him end my long despair.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_372.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_372.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..546698043bbb6afe567b28cd8b5297f3886aa429 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_372.txt @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +Canto XLI. The Ruin Of The Grove. + +Again the Vanar chief replied, +With her wise answer satisfied: +“Well hast thou said: thou canst not brave +The rushing wind, the roaring wave. +Thy woman's heart would sink with fear +Before the ocean shore were near. +And for thy dread lest limb of thine +Should for a while be touched by mine, +The modest fear is worthy one +Whose cherished lord is Raghu's son. +Yet when I sought to bear thee hence +I spoke the words of innocence, +Impelled to set the captive free +By friendship for thy lord and thee. +But if with me thou wilt not try +The passage of the windy sky, +Give me a gem that I may show, +Some token which thy lord may know.” +Again the Maithil lady spoke, +While tears and sobs her utterance broke: +“The surest of all signs is this, +To tell the tale of vanished bliss. +Thus in my name to Rama speak: +“Remember Chitrakúṭa's peak +And the green margin of the rill867 +That flows beside that pleasant hill, +Where thou and I together strayed +Delighting in the tangled shade. +There on the grass I sat with thee +And laid my head upon thy knee. +There came a greedy crow and pecked +The meat I waited to protect +And, heedless of the clods I threw, +About my head in circles flew, +Until by darling hunger pressed +He boldly pecked me on the breast. +I ran to thee in rage and grief +And prayed for vengeance on the thief. +Then Rama868 from his slumber rose +And smiled with pity at my woes. +Upon my bleeding breast he saw +The scratches made by beak and claw. +He laid an arrow on his bow, +And launched it at the shameless crow. +That shaft, with magic power endued, +The bird, where'er he flew, pursued, +Till back to Raghu's son he fled +And bent at Rama's feet his head.869 +Couldst thou for me with anger stirred +Launch that dire shaft upon a bird, +And yet canst pardon him who stole +The darling of thy heart and soul? +Rise up, O bravest of the brave, +And come in all thy might to save. +Come with the thunders of thy bow, +And smite to earth the Rakshas foe.” +She ceased; and from her glorious hair +She took a gem that sparkled there +A token which her husband's eyes +With eager love would recognize. +His head the Vanar envoy bent +In low obeisance reverent. +And on his finger bound the gem +She loosened from her diadem. +[I omit two Cantos of dialogue. Síta tells Hanuman again to convey her message to Rama and bid him hasten to rescue her. Hanuman replies as before that there is no one on earth equal to Rama, who will soon come and destroy Ravan. There is not a new idea in the two Cantos: all is reiteration.] + +[pg 417] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_373.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_373.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dbdd807c2f35a2bb712b2da9d28adc532b009058 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_373.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto XLII. The Giants Roused. + +Dismissed with every honour due +The Vanar from the spot withdrew. +Then joyous thought the Wind-God's son: +“The mighty task is wellnigh done. +The three expedients I must leave; +The fourth alone can I achieve.870 +These dwellers in the giants' isle +No arts of mine can reconcile. +I cannot bribe: I cannot sow +Dissension mid the Rakshas foe. +Arts, gifts, address, these fiends despise; +But force shall yet their king chastise. +Perchance he may relent when all +The bravest of his chieftains fall. +This lovely grove will I destroy, +The cruel Ravan's pride and joy. +The garden where he takes his ease +Mid climbing plants and flowery trees +That lift their proud tops to the skies, +Dear to the tyrant as his eyes. +Then will he rouse in wrath, and lead +His legions with the car and steed +And elephants in long array, +And seek me thirsty for the fray. +The Rakshas legions will I meet, +And all his bravest host defeat; +Then, glorious from the bloody plain, +Turn to my lord the king again.” +Then every lovely tree that bore +Fair blossoms, from the soil he tore, +Till each green bough that lent its shade +To singing birds on earth was laid. +The wilderness he left a waste, +The fountains shattered and defaced: +O'erthrew and levelled with the ground +Each shady seat and pleasure-mound. +Each arbour clad with climbing bloom, +Each grotto, cell, and picture room, +Each lawn by beast and bird enjoyed, +Each walk and terrace was destroyed. +And all the place that was so fair +Was left a ruin wild and bare, +As if the fury of the blast +Or raging fire had o'er it passed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_374.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_374.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aa44f4a5600566112d440c275bde740cce97e95d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_374.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +Canto XLIII. The Ruin Of The Temple. + +The cries of startled birds, the sound +Of tall trees crashing to the ground, +Struck with amaze each giant's ear, +And filled the isle with sudden fear. +Then, wakened by the crash and cries, +The fierce shefiends unclosed their eyes, +And saw the Vanar where he stood +Amid the devastated wood. +The more to scare them with the view +To size immense the Vanar grew; +And straight the Rakshas warders cried +Janak's daughter terrified +“Whose envoy, whence, and who is he, +Why has he come to talk with thee? +Speak, lady of the lovely eyes, +And let not fear thy joy disguise.” +Then thus replied the Maithil dame +Of noble soul and perfect frame. +“Can I discern, with scanty skill, +These fiends who change their forms at will? +'Tis yours to say: your kin you meet; +A serpent knows a serpent's feet. +I weet not who he is: the sight +Has filled my spirit with affright.” +Some pressed round Síta in a ring; +Some bore the story to their king: +“A mighty creature of our race, +In monkey form, has reached the place. +He came within the grove,” they cried, +“He stood and talked by Síta's side, +He comes from Indra's court to her, +Or is Kuvera's messenger; +Or Rama sent the spy to seek +His consort, and her wrongs to wreak. +His crushing arm, his trampling feet +Have marred and spoiled that dear retreat, +And all the pleasant place which thou +So lovest is a ruin now. +The tree where Síta sat alone +Is spared where all are overthrown. +Perchance he saved the dame from harm: +Perchance the toil had numbed his arm.” +Then flashed the giant's eye with fire +Like that which lights the funeral pyre. +He bade his bravest Kinkars871 speed +[pg 418] +And to his feet the spoiler lead. +Forth from the palace, at his hest, +Twice forty thousand warriors pressed. +Burning for battle, strong and fierce, +With clubs to crush and swords to pierce, +They saw Hanúman near a porch, +And, thick as moths around a torch, +Rushed on the foe with wild attacks +Of mace and club and battle-axe. +As round him pressed the Rakshas crowd, +The wondrous monkey roared aloud, +That birds fell headlong from the sky: +Then spake he with a mighty cry: +“Long life to Daśaratha's heir, +And Lakshman, ever-glorious pair! +Long life to him who rules our race, +Preserved by noblest Rama's grace! +I am the slave of Kośal's king,872 +Whose wondrous deeds the minstrels sing. +Hanúman I, the Wind-God's seed: +Beneath this arm the foemen bleed. +I fear not, unapproached in might, +A thousand Ravan's ranged for fight, +Although in furious hands they rear +The hill and tree for sword and spear, +I will, before the giants' eyes, +Their city and their king chastise; +And, having communed with the dame, +Depart in triumph as I came.” +At that terrific roar and yell +The heart of every giant fell. +But still their king's command they feared +And pressed around with arms upreared. +Beside the porch a club was laid: +The Vanar caught it up, and swayed +The weapon round his head, and slew +The foremost of the Rakshas crew. +Thus Indra vanquished, thousand-eyed, +The Daityas who the Gods defied. +Then on the porch Hanúman sprang, +And loud his shout of triumph rang. +The giants looked upon the dead, +And turning to their monarch fled. +And Ravan with his spirit wrought +To frenzy by the tale they brought, +Urged to the fight Prahasta's son, +Of all his chiefs the mightiest one. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_375.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_375.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c4e638764ace5685497cec25a38eb85046940262 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_375.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +Canto XLIV. Jambumali's Death. + +The Wind-God's son a temple873 scaled +Which, by his fury unassailed, +High as the hill of Meru, stood +Amid the ruins of the wood; +And in his fury thundered out +Again his haughty battle-shout: +“I am the slave of Kośal's King +Whose wondrous deeds the minstrels sing.” +Forth hurried, by that shout alarmed, +The warders of the temple armed +With every weapon haste supplied, +And closed him in on every side, +With bands that strove to pierce and strike +With shaft and axe and club and pike. +Then from its base the Vanar tore +A pillar with the weight it bore. +Against the wall the mass he dashed, +And forth the flames in answer flashed, +That wildly ran o'er roofs and wall +In hungry rage consuming all. +He whirled the pillar round his head +And struck a hundred giants dead. +Then high upheld on air he rose +And called in thunder to his foes: +“A thousand Vanar chiefs like me +Roam at their will o'er land and sea, +Terrific might we all possess: +Our stormy speed is limitless. +And all, unconquered in the fray, +Our king Sugríva's word obey. +Backed by his bravest myriads, he +Our warrior lord will cross the sea. +Then Lanka's lofty towers, and all +Your hosts and Ravan's self shall fall. +None shall be left unslaughtered; none +Who braves the wrath of Raghu's son.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_376.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_376.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bbe2c82279c0d40cad46b9edfb556ffaf3c41f28 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_376.txt @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +Canto XLV. The Seven Defeated. + +Then Jambumali, pride and boast +For valour of the Rakshas host, +Prahasta's son supremely brave, +Obeyed the hest that Ravan gave: +Fierce warrior with terrific teeth, +With saguine robes and brilliant wreath. +A bow like Indra's own874, and store +[pg 419] +Of glittering shafts the chieftain bore. +And ever as the string he tried +The weapon with a roar replied, +Loud as the crashing thunder sent +By him who rules the firmament. +Soon as the foeman came in view +Borne on a car which asses drew, +The Vanar chieftain mighty-voiced +Shouted in triumph and rejoiced. +Prahasta's son his bow-string drew, +And swift the winged arrows flew, +One in the face the Vanar smote, +Another quivered in his throat. +Ten from the deadly weapon sent +His brawny arms and shoulders rent. +Then as he felt each galling shot +The Vanar's rage waxed fiercely hot. +He looked, and saw a mass of stone +That lay before his feet o'erthrown. +The mighty block he raised and threw, +And crashing through the air it flew. +But Jambumali shunned the blow, +And rained fresh arrows from his bow. +The Vanar's limbs were red with gore: +A Sal tree from the earth he tore, +And, ere he hurled it undismayed, +Above his head the missile swayed. +But shafts from Jambumali's bow +Cut through it ere his hand could throw. +And thigh and arm and chest and side +With streams of rushing blood were dyed. +Still unsubdued though wounded oft +The shattered trunk he raised aloft, +And down with well-directed aim +On Jambumali's chest it came. +There crushed upon the trampled grass +He lay an undistinguished mass, +The foeman's eye no more could see +His head or chest or arm or knee. +And bow and car and steeds875 and store +Of glittering shafts were seen no more. +When Jambumali's death he heard, +King Ravan's heart with rage was stirred +And forth his general's sons he sent, +For power and might preeminent. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_377.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_377.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a83c44402a8469f4b1c15be7af1e02f5ed6a297f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_377.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto XLVI. The Captains. + +Forth went the seven in brave attire, +In glory brilliant as the fire, +Impetuous chiefs with massive bows, +The quellers of a host of foes: +Trained from their youth in martial lore, +And masters of the arms they bore: +Each emulous and fiercely bold, +And banners wrought with glittering gold +Waved o'er their chariots, drawn at speed +By coursers of the noblest breed. +On through the ruins of the grove +At Hanuman they fiercely drove, +And from the ponderous bows they strained +A shower of deadly arrows rained. +Then scarce was seen the Vanar's form +Enveloped in the arrowy storm. +So stands half veiled the Mountains' King +When rainy clouds about him cling. +By nimble turn, by rapid bound +He shunned the shafts that rained around, +Eluding, as in air he rose, +The rushing chariots of his foes. +The mighty Vanar undismayed +Amid his archer foemen played, +As plays the frolic wind on high +Mid bow-armed876 clouds that fill the sky. +He raised a mighty roar and yell +That fear on all the army fell, +And then, his warrior soul aglow +With fury, rushed upon the foe, +Some with his open hand he beat +To death and trampled with his feet; +Some with fierce nails he rent and slew, +And others with his fists o'erthrew; +Some with his legs, as on he rushed, +Some with his bulky chest he crushed; +While some struck senseless by his roar +Dropped on the ground and breathed no more, +The remnant, seized with sudden dread, +Turned from the grove and wildly fled. +The trampled earth was thickly strown +With steed and car and flag o'erthrown, +And the red blood in rivers flowed +From slaughtered fiends o'er path and road. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_378.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_378.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d1685dc8515b946fc80b800a488d910a29aed0a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_378.txt @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +Canto XLVII. The Death Of Aksha. + +Mad with the rage of injured pride +King Ravan summoned to his side +The valiant five who led his host, +Supreme in war and honoured most. +“Go forth,” he cried, “with car and steed, +And to my feet this monkey lead, +But watch each chance of time and place +To seize this thing of silvan race. +For from his wondrous exploits he +No monkey of the woods can be, +[pg 420] +But some new kind of creature meant +To work us woe, by Indra sent. +Gandharvas, Nagas, and the best +Of Yakshas have our might confessed. +Have we not challenged and subdued +The whole celestial multitude? +Yet will you not, if you are wise, +A chief of monkey race despise. +For I myself have Bali known, +And King Sugríva's power I own. +But none of all their woodland throng +Was half so terrible and strong.” +Obedient to the words he spake +They hastened forth the foe to take. +Swift were the cars whereon they rode, +And bright their weapons flashed and glowed. +They saw: they charged in wild career +With sword and mace and axe and spear. +From Durdhar's bow five arrows sped +And quivered in the Vanar's head. +He rose and roared: the fearful sound +Made all the region echo round. +Then from above his weight he threw +On Durdhar's car that near him drew. +The weight that came with lightning speed +Crushed pole and axle, car and steed. +It shattered Durdhar's head and neck, +And left him lifeless mid the wreck. +Yúpaksha saw the warrior die, +And Virúpaksha heard his cry, +And, mad for vengeance for the slain, +They charged their Vanar foe again. +He rose in air: they onward pressed +And fiercely smote him on the breast. +In vain they struck his iron frame: +With eagle swoop to earth he came, +Tore from the ground a tree that grew +Beside him, and the demons slew. +Then Bhasakama raised his spear, +And Praghas with a laugh drew near, +And, maddened at the sight, the two +Against the undaunted Vanar flew. +As from his wounds the torrents flowed, +Like a red sun the Vanar showed. +He turned, a mountain peak to seize +With all its beasts and snakes and trees. +He hurled it on the pair: and they +Crushed, overwhelmed, beneath it lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_379.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_379.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5e8b3f09ebd30aa8138d8b336ae2e6e3cdc320a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_379.txt @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +Canto XLVIII. Hanuman Captured. + +But Ravan, as his fury burned, +His eyes on youthful Aksha877 turned, +Who rose impetuous at his glance +And shouted for his bow and lance. +He rode upon a glorious car +That shot the light of gems afar. +His pennon waved mid glittering gold +And bright the wheels with jewels rolled, +By long and fierce devotion won +That car was splendid as the sun. +With rows of various weapons stored; +And thought-swift horses whirled their lord +Racing along the earth, or rose +High through the clouds whene'er he chose. +Then fierce and fearful war between +The Vanar and the fiend was seen. +The Gods and Asurs stood amazed, +And on the wondrous combat gazed. +A cry from earth rose long and shrill, +The wind was hushed, the sun grew chill. +The thunder bellowed from the sky, +And troubled ocean roared reply. +Thrice Aksha strained his dreadful bow, +Thrice smote his arrow on the foe, +And with full streams of crimson bled +Three gashes in the Vanar's head. +Then rose Hanúman in the air +To shun the shafts no life could bear. +But Aksha in his car pursued, +And from on high the fight renewed +With storm of arrows, thick as hail +When angry clouds some hill assail. +Impatient of that arrowy shower +The Vanar chief put forth his power, +Again above his chariot rose +And smote him with repeated blows. +Terrific came each deadly stroke: +Breast neck and arm and back he broke; +And Aksha fell to earth, and lay +With all his life-blood drained away. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_38.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_38.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5d88f534d408126d2ea97d11e5ade37b89f1e6bf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_38.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto XLI. Kapil. + +The hermit ceased: the tale was done: +Then in a transport Raghu's son +Again addressed the ancient sire +Resplendent as a burning fire: +“O holy man, I fain would hear +The tale repeated full and clear +How he from whom my sires descend +Brought the great rite to happy end.” +The hermit answered with a smile: +“Then listen, son of Raghu, while +My legendary tale proceeds +To tell of high-souled Sagar's deeds. +Within the spacious plain that lies +From where Himalaya's heights arise +To where proud Vindhya's rival chain +Looks down upon the subject plain— +A land the best for rites declared183— +His sacrifice the king prepared. +And Anśuman the prince—for so +Sagar advised—with ready bow +Was borne upon a mighty car +To watch the steed who roamed afar. +But Indra, monarch of the skies, +Veiling his form in demon guise, +Came down upon the appointed day +And drove the victim horse away. +Reft of the steed the priests, distressed, +The master of the rite addressed: +“Upon the sacred day by force +A robber takes the victim horse. +Haste, King! now let the thief be slain; +Bring thou the charger back again: +The sacred rite prevented thus +Brings scathe and woe to all of us. +Rise, monarch, and provide with speed +That naught its happy course impede.” +King Sagar in his crowded court +Gave ear unto the priests' report. +He summoned straightway to his side +His sixty thousand sons, and cried: +“Brave sons of mine, I knew not how +These demons are so mighty now: +The priests began the rite so well +All sanctified with prayer and spell. +If in the depths of earth he hide, +Or lurk beneath the ocean's tide, +[pg 051] +Pursue, dear sons, the robber's track; +Slay him and bring the charger back. +The whole of this broad earth explore, +Sea-garlanded, from shore to shore: +Yea, dig her up with might and main +Until you see the horse again. +Deep let your searching labour reach, +A league in depth dug out by each. +The robber of our horse pursue, +And please your sire who orders you. +My grandson, I, this priestly train, +Till the steed comes, will here remain.” +Their eager hearts with transport burned +As to their task the heroes turned. +Obedient to their father, they +Through earth's recesses forced their way. +With iron arms' unflinching toil +Each dug a league beneath the soil. +Earth, cleft asunder, groaned in pain, +As emulous they plied amain +Sharp-pointed coulter, pick, and bar, +Hard as the bolts of Indra are. +Then loud the horrid clamour rose +Of monsters dying neath their blows, +Giant and demon, fiend and snake, +That in earth's core their dwelling make. +They dug, in ire that naught could stay, +Through sixty thousand leagues their way, +Cleaving the earth with matchless strength +Till hell itself they reached at length. +Thus digging searched they Jambudvip184 +With all its hills and mountains steep. +Then a great fear began to shake +The heart of God, bard, fiend, and snake, +And all distressed in spirit went +Before the Sire Omnipotent. +With signs of woe in every face +They sought the mighty Father's grace, +And trembling still and ill at ease +Addressed their Lord in words like these: +“The sons of Sagar, Sire benign, +Pierce the whole earth with mine on mine, +And as their ruthless work they ply +Innumerable creatures die. +“This is the thief,” the princes say, +“Who stole our victim steed away. +This marred the rite, and caused us ill, +And so their guiltless blood they spill.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_380.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_380.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e639dd098093941dd1be8d5526c16e8ef88e6e83 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_380.txt @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +Canto XLIX. Ravan. + +To Indrajít878 the bold and brave +The giant king his mandate gave: +“O trained in warlike science, best +In arms of all our mightiest, +Whose valour in the conflict shown +To Asurs and to Gods is known, +The Kinkars whom I sent are slain, +And Jambumalí and his train; +The lords who led our giant bands +Have fallen by the monkey's hands; +With shattered cars the ground is spread, +And Aksha lies amid the dead. +Thou art my best and bravest: go, +Unmatched in power, and slay the foe.” +[pg 421] +He heard the hest: he bent his head; +Athirst for battle forth he sped. +Four tigers fierce, of tawny hue, +With fearful teeth, his chariot drew. +Hanúman heard his strong bow clang, +And swiftly from the earth he sprang, +While weak and ineffective fell +The archer's shafts though pointed well. +The Rakshas 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. +Forth flew the shaft: the mystic charm +Stayed his swift feet and numbed his arm, +Through all his frame he felt the spell, +And motionless to earth he fell. +Nor would the reverent Vanar loose +The bonds that bound him as a noose. +He knew that Brahma's self had charmed +The weapon that his might disarmed. +They saw him helpless on the ground, +And all the giants pressed around, +And bonds of hemp and bark were cast +About his limbs to hold him fast. +They drew the ropes round feet and wrists; +They beat him with their hands and fists, +And dragged him as they strained the cord +With shouts of triumph to their lord.879 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_381.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_381.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4fc7cd0f3f345094b89f6c956277947041048b00 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_381.txt @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +Canto L. Prahasta's Questions. + +On the fierce king Hanúman turned +His angry eyes that glowed and burned. +He saw him decked with wealth untold +Of diamond and pearl and gold, +And priceless was each wondrous gem +That sparkled in his diadem. +About his neck rich chains were twined, +The best that fancy e'er designed, +And a fair robe with pearls bestrung +Down from his mighty shoulders hung. +Ten heads he reared,880 as Mandar's hill +Lifts woody peaks which tigers fill, +Bright were his eyes, and bright, beneath, +The flashes of his awful teeth. +His brawny arms of wondrous size +Were decked with rings and scented dyes. +His hands like snakes with five long heads +Descending from their mountain beds. +He sat upon a crystal throne +Inlaid with wealth of precious stone, +Whereon, of noblest work, was set +A gold-embroidered coverlet. +Behind the monarch stood the best +Of beauteous women gaily dressed, +And each her giant master fanned, +Or waved a chourie in her hand. +Four noble courtiers881 wise and good +In counsel, near the monarch stood, +As the four oceans ever stand +About the sea-encompassed land. +Still, though his heart with rage was fired, +The Vanar marvelled and admired: +“O what a rare and wondrous sight! +What beauty, majesty, and might! +All regal pomp combines to grace +This ruler of the Rakshas race. +He, if he scorned not right and law, +Might guide the world with tempered awe: +Yea, Indra and the Gods on high +Might on his saving power rely.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_382.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_382.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97d06574dedbe9ec587e8a16a804d495da08a7b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_382.txt @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +Canto LI. Hanuman's Reply. + +Then fierce the giant's fury blazed +As on Hanúman's form he gazed, +And shaken by each wild surmise +He spake aloud with flashing eyes: +“Can this be Nandi882 standing here, +The mighty one whom all revere? +Who once on high Kailasa's hill +Pronounced the curse that haunts me still? +Or is the woodland creature one +Of Asur race, or Bali's883 son? +The wretch with searching question try: +Learn who he is, and whence; and why +He marred the glory of the grove, +And with my captains fiercely strove.” +[pg 422] +Prahasta heard his lord's behest, +And thus the Vanar chief addressed: +“O monkey stranger be consoled: +Fear not, and let thy heart be bold. +If thou by Indra's mandate sent +Thy steps to Lanka's isle hast bent, +With fearless words the cause explain, +And freedom thou shalt soon regain. +Or if thou comest as a spy +Despatched by Vishnu in the sky, +Or sent by Yama, or the Lord +Of Riches, hast our town explored; +Proved by the prowess thou hast shown +No monkey save in form alone; +Speak boldly all the truth, and be +Released from bonds, unharmed and free. +But falsehood spoken to our king +Swift punishment of death will bring.” +He ceased: the Vanar made reply; +“Not Indra's messenger am I, +Nor came I hither to fulfil +Kuvera's hest or Vishnu's will. +I stand before the giants here +A Vanar e'en as I appear. +I longed to see the king: 'twas hard +To win my way through gate and guard. +And so to gain my wish I laid +In ruin that delightful shade. +No fiend, no God of heavenly kind +With bond or chain these limbs may bind. +The Eternal Sire himself of old +Vouchsafed the boon that makes me bold, +From Brahma's magic shaft released884 +I knew the captor's power had ceased, +The fancied bonds I freely brooked, +And thus upon the king have looked. +My way to Lanka have I won, +A messenger from Raghu's son.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_383.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_383.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..04556f1a683d0071dce069ecf6f2c1e4bd3f9747 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_383.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto LII. Vibhishan's Speech. + +“My king Sugríva greets thee fair, +And bids me thus his rede declare. +Son of the God of Wind, by name +Hanuman, to this isle I came. +To set the Maithil lady free +I crossed the barrier of the sea. +I roamed in search of her and found +Her weeping in that lovely ground. +Thou in the lore of duty trained, +Who hast by stern devotion gained +This wondrous wealth and power and fame +Shouldst fear to wrong another's dame. +Hear thou my counsel, and be wise: +No fiend, no dweller in the skies +Can bear the shafts by Lakshman shot, +Or Rama when his wrath is hot. +O Giant King, repent the crime +And soothe him while there yet is time. +Now be the Maithil queen restored +Uninjured to her sorrowing lord. +Soon wilt thou rue thy dire mistake: +She is no woman but a snake, +Whose very deadly bite will be +The ruin of thy house and thee. +Thy pride has led thy thoughts astray, +That fancy not a hand may slay +The monarch of the giants, screened +From mortal blow of God and fiend. +Sugríva still thy death may be: +No Yaksha, fiend, or God is he, +And Rama from a woman springs, +The mortal seed of mortal kings. +O think how Bali fell subdued; +Think on thy slaughtered multitude. +Respect those brave and strong allies; +Consult thy safety, and be wise. +I, even I, no helper need +To overthrow, with car and steed, +Thy city Lanka half divine: +The power but not the will is mine. +For Raghu's son, before his friend +The Vanar monarch, swore to end +With his own conquering arm the life +Of him who stole his darling wife. +Turn, and be wise, O Ravan turn; +Or thou wilt see thy Lanka burn, +And with thy wives, friends, kith and kin +Be ruined for thy senseless sin.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_384.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_384.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9395c8602b71685ed01fce0fef2ef7dd40394b00 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_384.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto LIII. The Punishment. + +Then Ravan spake with flashing eye: +“Hence with the Vanar: let him die.” +Vibhishan heard the stern behest, +And pondered in his troubled breast; +Then, trained in arts that soothe and please +Addressed the king in words like these: +“Revoke, my lord, thy fierce decree, +And hear the words I speak to thee. +Kings wise and noble ne'er condemn +To death the envoys sent to them. +Such deed the world's contempt would draw +On him who breaks the ancient law.885 +Observe the mean where justice lies, +And spare his life but still chastise.” +[pg 423] +Then forth the tyrant's fury broke, +And thus in angry words he spoke: +“O hero, when the wicked bleed +No sin or shame attends the deed. +The Vanar's blood must needs be spilt, +The penalty of heinous guilt.” +Again Vibhishan made reply: +“Nay, hear me, for he must not die. +Hear the great law the wise declare: +“Thy foeman's envoy thou shalt spare.” +'Tis true he comes an open foe: +'Tis true his hands have wrought us woe, +But law allows thee, if thou wilt, +A punishment to suit the guilt. +The mark of shame, the scourge, the brand, +The shaven head, the wounded hand. +Yea, were the Vanar envoy slain, +Where, King of giants, were the gain? +On them alone, on them who sent +The message, be the punishment. +For spake he well or spake he ill, +He spake obedient to their will, +And, if he perish, who can bear +Thy challenge to the royal pair? +Who, cross the ocean and incite +Thy death-doomed enemies to fight?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_385.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_385.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6f519b3ca95e8b21429c380bff8ddcdb550fd77f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_385.txt @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +Canto LIV. The Burning Of Lanka. + +King Ravan, by his pleading moved, +The counsel of the chief approved: +“Thy words are wise and true: to kill +An envoy would beseem us ill. +Yet must we for his crime invent +Some fitting mode of punishment. +The tail, I fancy, is the part +Most cherished by a monkey's heart. +Make ready: set his tail aflame, +And let him leave us as he came, +And thus disfigured and disgraced +Back to his king and people haste.” +The giants heard their monarch's speech; +And, filled with burning fury, each +Brought strips of cotton cloth, and round +The monkey's tail the bandage wound. +As round his tail the bands they drew +His mighty form dilating grew +Vast as the flame that bursts on high +Where trees are old and grass is dry. +Each band and strip they soaked in oil, +And set on fire the twisted coil. +Delighted as they viewed the blaze, +The cruel demons stood at gaze: +And mid loud drums and shells rang out +The triumph of their joyful shout. +They pressed about him thick and fast +As through the crowded streets he passed, +Observing with attentive care +Each rich and wondrous structure there, +Still heedless of the eager cry +That rent the air, The spy! the spy! +Some to the captive lady ran, +And thus in joyous words began: +“That copper-visaged monkey, he +Who in the garden talked with thee, +Through Lanka's town is led a show, +And round his tail the red flames glow.” +The mournful news the lady heard +That with fresh grief her bosom stirred. +Swift to the kindled fire she went +And prayed before it reverent: +“If I my husband have obeyed, +And kept the ascetic vows I made, +Free, ever free, from stain and blot, +O spare the Vanar; harm him not.” +Then leapt on high the flickering flame +And shone in answer to the dame. +The pitying fire its rage forbore: +The Vanar felt the heat no more. +Then, to minutest size reduced, +The bonds that bound his limbs he loosed, +And, freed from every band and chain, +Rose to his native size again. +He seized a club of ponderous weight +That lay before him by the gate, +Rushed at the fiends that hemmed him round, +And laid them lifeless on the ground. +Through Lanka's town again he strode, +And viewed each street and square and road,— +Still wreathed about with harmless blaze, +A sun engarlanded with rays. +[pg 424] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_386.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_386.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4c71d20c7887598df1ba33524bcae302c454d4c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_386.txt @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +Canto LV. Fear For Síta. + +“What further deed remains to do +To vex the Rakshas king anew? +The beauty of his grove is marred, +Killed are the bravest of his guard. +The captains of his host are slain; +But forts and palaces remain, +Swift is the work and light the toil +Each fortress of the foe to spoil.” +Reflecting thus, his tail ablaze +As through the cloud red lightning plays, +He scaled the palaces and spread +The conflagration where he sped. +From house to house he hurried on, +And the wild flames behind him shone. +Each mansion of the foe he scaled, +And furious fire its roof assailed +Till all the common ruin shared: +Vibhishan's house alone was spared. +From blazing pile to pile he sprang, +And loud his shout of triumph rang, +As roars the doomsday cloud when all +The worlds in dissolution fall. +The friendly wind conspired to fan +The hungry flames that leapt and ran, +And spreading in their fury caught +The gilded walls with pearls inwrought, +Till each proud palace reeled and fell +As falls a heavenly citadel. +Loud was the roar the demons raised +Mid walls that split and beams that blazed, +As each with vain endeavour strove +To stay the flames in house or grove. +The women, with dishevelled hair, +Flocked to the roofs in wild despair, +Shrieked out for succour, wept aloud, +And fell, like lightning from a cloud. +He saw the flames ascend and curl +Round turkis, diamond, and pearl, +While silver floods and molten gold +From ruined wall and latice rolled. +As fire grows fiercer as he feeds +On wood and grass and crackling reeds, +So Hanúman the ruin eyed +With fury still unsatisfied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_387.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_387.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d47e81c177ea2749115c72086d18c243024b7aea --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_387.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto LVI. Mount Arishta. + +But other thoughts resumed their sway +When Lanka's town in ruin lay; +And, as his bosom felt their weight +He stood a while to meditate. +“What have I done?”, he thought with shame, +“Destroyed the town with hostile flame. +O happy they whose firm control +Checks the wild passion of the soul; +Who on the fires of anger throw +The cooling drops that check their glow. +But woe is me, whom wrath could lead +To do this senseless shameless deed. +The town to fire and death I gave, +Nor thought of her I came to save,— +Doomed by my own rash folly, doomed +To perish in the flames consumed. +If I, when anger drove me wild, +Have caused the death of Janak's child, +The kindled flame shall end my woe, +Or the deep fires that burn below,886 +Or my forsaken corse shall be +Food for the monsters of the sea. +How can I meet Sugríva? how +Before the royal brothers bow,— +I whose rash deed has madly foiled, +The noble work in which we toiled? +Or has her own bright virtue shed +Its guardian influence round her head? +She lives untouched,—the peerless dame; +Flame has no fury for the flame.887 +The very fire would ne'er consent +To harm a queen so excellent,— +The high-souled Rama's faithful wife, +Protected by her holy life. +She lives, she lives. Why should I fear +For one whom Raghu's sons hold dear? +Has not the pitying fire that spared +The Vanar for the lady cared?” +Such were his thoughts: he pondered long, +And fear grew faint and hope grew strong. +Then round him heavenly voices rang, +And, sweetly tuned, his praises sang: +“O glorious is the exploit done +By Hanuman the Wind-God's son. +The flames o'er Lanka's city rise: +The giants' home in ruin lies. +O'er roof and wall the fires have spread, +Nor harmed a hair of Síta's head.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_388.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_388.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2bd2511a5bcd4bfdfd984a1bcfdf8a0e99c7dac8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_388.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto LVII. Hanuman's Return. + +He looked upon the burning waste, +Then sought the queen in joyous haste, +With words of hope consoled her heart, +And made him ready to depart. +[pg 425] +He scaled Arishṭa's glorious steep +Whose summits beetled o'er the deep. +The woods in varied beauty dressed +Hung like a garland round his crest, +And clouds of ever changing hue +A robe about his shoulders threw. +On him the rays of morning fell +To wake the hill they loved so well, +And bid unclose those splendid eyes +That glittered in his mineral dyes. +He woke to hear the music made +By thunders of the white cascade, +While every laughing rill that sprang +From crag to crag its carol sang. +For arms, he lifted to the stars +His towering stems of Deodars, +And morning heard his pealing call +In tumbling brook and waterfall. +He trembled when his woods were pale +And bowed beneath the autumn gale, +And when his vocal reeds were stirred +His melancholy moan was heard. +Far down against the mountain's feet +The Vanar heard the wild waves beat; +Then turned his glances to the north. +Sprang from the peak and bounded forth, +The mountain felt the fearful shock +And trembled through his mass of rock. +The tallest trees were crushed and rent +And headlong to the valley sent, +And as the rocking shook each cave +Loud was the roar the lions gave. +Forth from the shaken cavern came +Fierce serpents with their tongues aflame; +And every Yaksha, wild with dread, +And Kinnar and Gandharva, fled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_389.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_389.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cb339017d6b7fd48832e5815e0ba1e1290d7cdee --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_389.txt @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +Canto LVIII. The Feast Of Honey. + +Still, like a winged mountain, he +Sprang forward through the airy sea,888 +And rushing through the ether drew +The clouds to follow as he flew, +Through the great host around him spread, +Grey, golden, dark, and white, and red. +Now in a sable cloud immersed, +Now from its gloomy pall he burst, +Like the bright Lord of Stars concealed +A moment, and again revealed. +Sunabha889 passed, he neared the coast +Where waited still the Vanar host. +They heard a rushing in the skies, +And lifted up their wondering eyes. +His wild triumphant shout they knew +That louder still and louder grew, +And Jambavan with eager voice +Called on the Vanars to rejoice: +“Look he returns, the Wind-God's son, +And full success his toils have won; +Triumphant is the shout that comes +Like music of a thousand drums.” +Up sprang the Vanars from the ground +And listened to the wondrous sound +Of hurtling arm and thigh as through +The region of the air he flew, +Loud as the wind, when tempests rave, +Roars in the prison of the cave. +From crag to crag, from height to height; +They bounded in their mad delight, +And when he touched the mountain's crest, +With reverent welcome round him pressed. +They brought him of their woodland fruits, +They brought him of the choicest roots, +And laughed and shouted in their glee +The noblest of their chiefs to see. +Nor Hanuman delayed to greet +Sage Jambavan with reverence meet; +To Angad and the chiefs he bent +For age and rank preëminent, +And briefly spoke: “These eyes have seen, +These lips addressed, the Maithil queen.” +They sat beneath the waving trees, +And Angad spoke in words like these: +“O noblest of the Vanar kind +For valour power and might combined, +To thee triumphant o'er the foe +Our hopes, our lives and all we owe. +O faithful heart in perils tried, +[pg 426] +Which toil nor fear could turn aside, +Thy deed the lady will restore, +And Rama's heart will ache no more.”890 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_39.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_39.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..24b08774b78f81f2e6f0ca660679820ec3798ae6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_39.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto XLII. Sagar's Sacrifice. + +The father lent a gracious ear +And listened to their tale of fear, +And kindly to the Gods replied +Whom woe and death had terrified: +“The wisest Vasudeva,185 who +The Immortals' foe, fierce Madhu, slew, +Regards broad Earth with love and pride +And guards, in Kapil's form, his bride.186 +His kindled wrath will quickly fall +On the king's sons and burn them all. +This cleaving of the earth his eye +Foresaw in ages long gone by: +He knew with prescient soul the fate +That Sagar's children should await.” +The Three-and-thirty,187 freed from fear, +Sought their bright homes with hopeful cheer. +Still rose the great tempestuous sound +As Sagar's children pierced the ground. +When thus the whole broad earth was cleft, +And not a spot unsearched was left, +Back to their home the princes sped, +And thus unto their father said: +“We searched the earth from side to side, +While countless hosts of creatures died. +Our conquering feet in triumph trod +On snake and demon, fiend and God; +But yet we failed, with all our toil, +To find the robber and the spoil. +What can we more? If more we can, +Devise, O King, and tell thy plan.” +His children's speech King Sagar heard, +And answered thus, to anger stirred: +“Dig on, and ne'er your labour stay +Till through earth's depths you force your way. +Then smite the robber dead, and bring +The charger back with triumphing.” +[pg 052] +The sixty thousand chiefs obeyed: +Deep through the earth their way they made. +Deep as they dug and deeper yet +The immortal elephant they met, +Famed Vírúpaksha188 vast of size, +Upon whose head the broad earth lies: +The mighty beast who earth sustains +With shaggy hills and wooded plains. +When, with the changing moon, distressed, +And longing for a moment's rest, +His mighty head the monster shakes, +Earth to the bottom reels and quakes. +Around that warder strong and vast +With reverential steps they passed. +Nor, when the honour due was paid, +Their downward search through earth delayed. +But turning from the east aside +Southward again their task they plied. +There Mahapadma held his place, +The best of all his mighty race, +Like some huge hill, of monstrous girth, +Upholding on his head the earth. +When the vast beast the princes saw, +They marvelled and were filled with awe. +The sons of high-souled Sagar round +That elephant in reverence wound. +Then in the western region they +With might unwearied cleft their way. +There saw they with astonisht eyes +Saumanas, beast of mountain size. +Round him with circling steps they went +With greetings kind and reverent. +On, on—no thought of rest or stay— +They reached the seat of Soma's sway. +There saw they Bhadra, white as snow, +With lucky marks that fortune show, +Bearing the earth upon his head. +Round him they paced with solemn tread, +And honoured him with greetings kind, +Then downward yet their way they mined. +They gained the tract 'twixt east and north +Whose fame is ever blazoned forth,189 +And by a storm of rage impelled, +Digging through earth their course they held. +Then all the princes, lofty-souled, +Of wondrous vigour, strong and bold, +Saw Vasudeva190 standing there +In Kapil's form he loved to wear, +And near the everlasting God +The victim charger cropped the sod. +They saw with joy and eager eyes +The fancied robber and the prize, +And on him rushed the furious band +Crying aloud, Stand, villain! stand! +“Avaunt! avaunt!” great Kapil cried, +His bosom flusht with passion's tide; +Then by his might that proud array +All scorcht to heaps of ashes lay.191 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_390.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_390.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9533b8b1f70aca5404f8cb4587196992a1b0f855 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_390.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +Canto LXV. The Tidings. + +They rose in air: the region grew +Dark with their shadow as they flew. +Swift to a lovely grove891 they came +That rivalled heavenly Nandan's892 fame; +Where countless bees their honey stored,— +The pleasance of the Vanars' lord, +To every creature fenced and barred, +Which Dadhimukh was set to guard, +A noble Vanar, brave and bold, +Sugríva's uncle lofty-souled. +To Angad came with one accord +The Vanars, and besought their lord +That they those honeyed stores might eat +That made the grove so passing sweet. +He gave consent: they sought the trees +Thronged with innumerable bees. +They rifled all the treasured store, +And ate the fruit the branches bore, +And still as they prolonged the feast +Their merriment and joy increased. +Drunk with the sweets, they danced and bowed, +They wildly sang, they laughed aloud, +Some climbed and sprang from tree to tree, +Some sat and chattered in their glee. +Some scaled the trees which creepers crowned, +And rained the branches to the ground. +There with loud laugh a Vanar sprang +Close to his friend who madly sang, +In doleful mood another crept +To mix his tears with one who wept. +Then Dadhimukh with fury viewed +The intoxicated multitude. +He looked upon the rifled shade, +And all the ruin they had made; +Then called with angry voice, and strove +To save the remnant of the grove. +But warning cries and words were spurned, +And angry taunt and threat returned. +Then fierce and wild contention rose: +With furious words he mingled blows. +They by no shame or fear withheld, +By drunken mood and ire impelled, +Used claws, and teeth, and hands, and beat +The keeper under trampling feet. +[Three Cantos consisting of little but repetitions are omitted. Dadhimukh escapes from the infuriated monkeys and hastens to Sugríva to report their misconduct. Sugríva infers that Hanuman and his band have been successful in their search, and that the exuberance of spirits and the mischief complained of, are but the natural expression of their joy. Dadhimukh obtains little sympathy from Sugríva, and is told to return and send the monkeys on with all possible speed.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_391.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_391.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2ee423318757e08768fca8760573f5588e942625 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_391.txt @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +Canto LXVI. Rama's Speech. + +On to Praśravan's hill they sped +Where blooming trees their branches spread. +To Raghu's sons their heads they bent +And did obeisance reverent. +Then to their king, by Angad led, +Each Vanar chieftain bowed his head; +And Hanuman the brave and bold +His tidings to the monarch told; +But first in Rama's hand he placed +The gem that Síta's brow had graced: +“I crossed the sea: I searched a while +For Síta in the giants' isle. +I found her vext with taunt and threat +By demon guards about her set. +Her tresses twined in single braid, +On the bare earth her limbs were laid. +Sad were her eyes: her cheeks were pale +As shuddering flowers in winter's gale. +I stood beside the weeping dame, +And gently whispered Rama's name: +With cheering words her grief consoled, +And then the whole adventure told. +She weeps afar beyond the sea, +And her true heart is still with thee. +She gave a sign that thou wouldst know, +She bids thee think upon the crow, +And bright mark pressed upon her brow +When none was nigh but she and thou. +She bids thee take this precious stone, +The sea-born gem thou long hast known. +“And I,” she said, “will dull the sting +Of woe by gazing on the ring. +One little month shall I sustain +This life oppressed with woe and pain: +And when the month is ended, I +The giants' prey must surely die.’ ” +[pg 427] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_392.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_392.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..888ebb50e3c2193bafd7e2356f35588c89b5ce79 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_392.txt @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +Canto I. Rama's Speech. + +There ceased the Vanar: Rama pressed +The treasured jewel to his breast, +And from his eyes the waters broke +As to the Vanar king he spoke: +“As o'er her babe the mother weeps, +This flood of tears the jewel steeps. +This gem that shone on Síta's head +Was Janak's gift when we were wed, +And the pure brow that wore it lent +New splendour to the ornament. +This gem, bright offspring of the wave, +The King of Heaven to Janak gave, +Whose noble sacrificial rite +Had filled the God with new delight. +Now, as I gaze upon the prize, +Methinks I see my father's eyes. +Methinks I see before me stand +The ruler of Videha's land.893 +Methinks mine arms are folded now +Round her who wore it on her brow. +Speak, Hanuman, O say, dear friend, +What message did my darling send? +O speak, and let thy words impart +Their gentle dew to cool my heart. +Ah, 'tis the crown of woe to see +This gem and ask “Where, where is she?” +If for one month her heart be strong, +Her days of life will yet be long. +But I, with naught to lend relief, +This very day must die of grief. +Come, Hanuman, and quickly guide +The mourner to his darling's side. +O lead me—thou hast learnt the way— +I cannot and I will not stay. +How can my gentle love endure, +So timid, delicate, and pure, +The dreadful demons fierce and vile +Who watch her in the guarded isle? +No more the light of beauty shines +From Síta as she weeps and pines. +But pain and sorrow, cloud on cloud +Her moonlight glory dim and shroud. +O speak, dear Hanuman, and tell +Each word that from her sweet lips fell, +Her words, her words alone can give +The healing balm to make me live.”894 +BOOK VI.895 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_393.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_393.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c448ba7f17ee1891b5cc170e4682066b606db32 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_393.txt @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +Canto II. Sugríva's Speech. + +The son of Raghu heard, consoled, +The wondrous tale Hanuman told; +And, as his joyous hope grew high, +In friendly words he made reply: +“Behold a mighty task achieved, +Which never heart but his conceived. +Who else across the sea can spring, +Save Vayu896 and the Feathered King?897 +Who, pass the portals strong and high +Which Nagas,898 Gods, and fiends defy, +Where Ravan's hosts their station keep,— +And come uninjured o'er the deep? +By such a deed the Wind-God's son +Good service to the king has done, +And saved from ruin and disgrace +Lakshman and me and Raghu's race. +Well has he planned and bravely fought, +And with due care my lady sought. +But of the sea I sadly think, +And the sweet hopes that cheered me sink. +How can we cross the leagues of foam +That keep us from the giant's home? +What can the Vanar legions more +Than muster on the ocean shore?” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_394.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_394.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..62a8b520cd9357f14d19853a9454c7c3a92ca187 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_394.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto III. Lanka. + +He ceased: and King Sugríva tried +To calm his grief, and thus replied: +“'Be to thy nobler nature true, +Nor let despair thy soul subdue. +This cloud of causeless woe dispel, +For all as yet has prospered well, +And we have traced thy queen, and know +The dwelling of our Rakshas foe. +Arise, consult: thy task must be +To cast a bridge athwart the sea, +The city of our foe to reach +That crowns the mountain by the beach; +[pg 428] +And when our feet that isle shall tread, +Rejoice and deem thy foeman dead. +The sea unbridged, his walls defy +Both fiends and children of the sky, +Though at the fierce battalions' head +Lord Indra's self the onset led. +Yea, victory is thine before +The long bridge touch the farther shore, +So fleet and fierce and strong are these +Who limb them as their fancies please. +Away with grief and sad surmise +That mar the noblest enterprise, +And with their weak suspicion blight +The sage's plan, the hero's might. +Come, this degenerate weakness spurn, +And bid thy dauntless heart return, +For each fair hope by grief is crossed +When those we love are dead or lost. +Arise, O best of those who know, +Arm for the giant's overthrow. +None in the triple world I see +Who in the fight may equal thee; +None who before thy face may stand +And brave the bow that arms thy hand, +Trust to these mighty Vanars: they +With full success thy trust will pay, +When thou shalt reach the robber's hold, +And loving arms round Síta fold.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_395.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_395.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70e80ee69b7a3278982e96a5046c0da1dbe5813f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_395.txt @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +Canto IV. The March. + +He ceased: and Raghu's son gave heed, +Attentive to his prudent rede: +Then turned again, with hope inspired, +To Hanuman, and thus inquired: +“Light were the task for thee, I ween, +To bridge the sea that gleams between +The mainland and the island shore. +Or dry the deep and guide as o'er. +Fain would I learn from thee whose feet +Have trod the stones of every street, +Of fenced Lanka's towers and forts, +And walls and moats and guarded ports, +And castles where the giants dwell, +And battlemented citadel. +O Vayu's son, describe it all, +With palace, fort, and gate, and wall.” +He ceased: and, skilled in arts that guide +The eloquent, the chief replied: +“Vast is the city, gay and strong, +Where elephants unnumbered throng, +And countless hosts of Rakshas breed +Stand ready by the car and steed. +Four massive gates, securely barred, +All entrance to the city guard, +With murderous engines fixt to throw +Bolt, arrow, rock to check the foe, +And many a mace with iron head +That strikes at once a hundred dead. +Her golden ramparts wide and high +With massy strength the foe defy, +Where inner walls their rich inlay +Of coral, turkis, pearl display. +Her circling moats are broad and deep, +Where ravening monsters dart and leap. +By four great piers each moat is spanned +Where lines of deadly engines stand. +In sleepless watch at every gate +Unnumbered hosts of giants wait, +And, masters of each weapon, rear +The threatening pike and sword and spear. +My fury hurled those ramparts down, +Filled up the moats that gird the town, +The piers and portals overturned, +And stately Lanka spoiled and burned. +Howe'er we Vanars force our way +O'er the wide seat of Varun's899 sway, +Be sure that city of the foe +Is doomed to sudden overthrow, +Nay, why so vast an army lead? +Brave Angad, Dwivid good at need, +Fierce Mainda, Panas famed in fight, +And Níla's skill and Nala's might, +And Jambavan the strong and wise, +Will dare the easy enterprise. +Assailed by these shall Lanka fall +With gate and rampart, tower and wall. +Command the gathering, chief: and they +In happy hour will haste away.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_396.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_396.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..72307fa30d59a2fd949df550b69180057171e9cd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_396.txt @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +Canto V. Rama's Lament. + +He ceased; and spurred by warlike pride +The impetuous son of Raghu cried: +“Soon shall mine arm with wrathful joy +That city of the foe destroy. +Now, chieftain, now collect the host, +And onward to the southern coast! +The sun in his meridian tower +Gives glory to the Vanar power. +The demon lord who stole my queen +By timely flight his life may screen. +She, when she knows her lord is near, +Will cling to hope and banish fear, +Saved like a dying wretch who sips +The drink of Gods with fevered lips. +Arise, thy troops to battle lead: +All happy omens counsel speed. +The Lord of Stars in favouring skies +Bodes glory to our enterprise. +This arm shall slay the fiend; and she, +My consort, shall again be free. +[pg 429] +Mine upward-throbbing eye foreshows +The longed-for triumph o'er my foes. +Far in the van be Níla's post, +To scan the pathway for the host, +And let thy bravest and thy best, +A hundred thousand, wait his hest. +Go forth, O warrior Níla, lead +The legions on through wood and mead +Where pleasant waters cool the ground, +And honey, flowers, and fruit abound. +Go, and with timely care prevent +The Rakshas foeman's dark intent. +With watchful troops each valley guard +Ere brooks and fruits and roots be marred +And search each glen and leafy shade +For hostile troops in ambuscade. +But let the weaklings stay behind: +For heroes is our task designed. +Let thousands of the Vanar breed +The vanguard of the armies lead: +Fierce and terrific must it be +As billows of the stormy sea. +There be the hill-huge Gaja's place, +And Gavaya's, strongest of his race, +And, like the bull that leads the herd, +Gavaksha's, by no fears deterred +Let Rishabh, matchless in the might +Of warlike arms, protect our right, +And Gandhamadan next in rank +Defend and guide the other flank. +I, like the God who rules the sky +Borne on Airavat900 mounted high +On stout Hanúman's back will ride, +The central host to cheer and guide. +Fierce as the God who rules below, +On Angad's back let Lakshman show +Like him who wealth to mortals shares,901 +The lord whom Sarvabhauma902 bears. +The bold Sushen's impetuous might, +And Vegadarśí's piercing sight, +And Jambavan whom bears revere, +Illustrious three, shall guard the rear.” +He ceased, the royal Vanar heard, +And swift, obedient to his word, +Sprang forth in numbers none might tell +From mountain, cave, and bosky dell, +From rocky ledge and breezy height, +Fierce Vanars burning for the fight. +And Rama's course was southward bent +Amid the mighty armament. +On, joyous, pressed in close array +The hosts who owned Sugríva's sway, +With nimble feet, with rapid bound +Exploring, ere they passed, the ground, +While from ten myriad throats rang out +The challenge and the battle shout. +On roots and honeycomb they fed, +And clusters from the boughs o'erhead, +Or from the ground the tall trees tore +Rich with the flowery load they bore. +Some carried comrades, wild with mirth, +Then cast their riders to the earth, +Who swiftly to their feet arose +And overthrew their laughing foes. +While still rang out the general cry, +“King Ravan and his fiends shall die,” +Still on, exulting in the pride +Of conscious strength, the Vanars hied, +And gazed where noble Sahya, best +Of mountains, raised each towering crest. +They looked on lake and streamlet, where +The lotus bloom was bright and fair, +Nor marched—for Rama's hest they feared +Where town or haunt of men appeared. +Still onward, fearful as the waves +Of Ocean when he roars and raves, +Led by their eager chieftains, went +The Vanars' countless armament. +Each captain, like a noble steed +Urged by the lash to double speed. +Pressed onward, filled with zeal and pride, +By Rama's and his brother's side, +Who high above the Vanar throng +On mighty backs were borne along, +Like the great Lords of Day and Night +Seized by eclipsing planets might. +Then Lakshman radiant as the morn, +On Angad's shoulders high upborne. +With sweet consoling words that woke +New ardour, to his brother spoke: +“Soon shalt thou turn, thy queen regained +And impious Ravan's life-blood drained, +In happiness and high renown +To dear Ayodhya's happy town. +I see around exceeding fair +All omens of the earth and air. +Auspicious breezes sweet and low +To greet the Vanar army blow, +And softly to my listening ear +Come the glad cries of bird and deer. +Bright is the sky around us, bright +Without a cloud the Lord of Light, +And Śukra903 with propitious love +Looks on thee from his throne above. +The pole-star and the Sainted Seven904 +Shine brightly in the northern heaven, +And great Triśanku,905 glorious king, +[pg 430] +Ikshvaku's son from whom we spring, +Beams in unclouded glory near +His holy priest906 whom all revere. +Undimmed the two Viśakhas907 shine, +The strength and glory of our line, +And Nairrit's908 influence that aids +Our Rakshas foemen faints and fades. +The running brooks are fresh and fair, +The boughs their ripening clusters bear, +And scented breezes gently sway +The leaflet of the tender spray. +See, with a glory half divine +The Vanars' ordered legions shine, +Bright as the Gods' exultant train +Who saw the demon Tarak slain. +O let thine eyes these signs behold, +And bid thy heart be glad and bold.” +The Vanar squadrons densely spread +O'er all the country onward sped, +While rising from the rapid beat +Of bears' and monkeys' hastening feet. +Dust hid the earth with thickest veil, +And made the struggling sunbeams pale. +Now where Mahendra's peaks arise +Came Rama of the lotus eyes +And the long arm's resistless might, +And clomb the mountain's wood-crowned height. +Thence Daśaratha's son beheld +Where billowy Ocean rose and swelled, +Past Malaya's peaks and Sahya's chain +The Vanar legions reached the main, +And stood in many a marshalled band +On loud-resounding Ocean's strand. +To the fair wood that fringed the tide +Came Daśaratha's son, and cried: +“At length, my lord Sugríva, we +Have reached King Varun's realm the sea, +And one great thought, still-vexing, how +To cross the flood, awaits us now. +The broad deep ocean, that denies +A passage, stretched before us lies. +Then let us halt and plan the while +How best to storm the giant's isle.” +He ceased: Sugríva on the coast +By trees o'ershadowed stayed the host, +That seemed in glittering lines to be +The bright waves of a second sea. +Then from the shore the captains gazed +On billows which the breezes raised +To fury, as they dashed in foam +O'er Varun's realm, the Asurs' home:909 +The sea that laughed with foam, and danced +With waves whereon the sunbeams glanced: +Where, when the light began to fade, +Huge crocodiles and monsters played; +And, when the moon went up the sky, +The troubled billows rose on high +From the wild watery world whereon +A thousand moons reflected shone: +Where awful serpents swam and showed +Their fiery crests which flashed and glowed, +Illumining the depths of hell, +The prison where the demons dwell. +The eye, bewildered, sought in vain +The bounding line of sky and main: +Alike in shade, alike in glow +Were sky above and sea below. +There wave-like clouds by clouds were chased, +Here cloud-like billows roared and raced: +Then shone the stars, and many a gem +That lit the waters answered them. +They saw the great-souled Ocean stirred +To frenzy by the winds, and heard, +Loud as ten thousand drums, the roar +Of wild waves dashing on the shore. +They saw him mounting to defy +With deafening voice the troubled sky. +And the deep bed beneath him swell +In fury as the billows fell. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_397.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_397.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..37701c3a02d2a31fa521f31fedcaa368ee8d013b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_397.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto VI. Ravan's Speech. + +There on the coast in long array +The Vanars' marshalled legions lay, +Where Níla's care had ordered well +The watch of guard and sentinel, +And Mainda moved from post to post +With Dwivid to protect the host. +Then Rama stood by Lakshman's side, +And mastered by his sorrow cried: +“My brother dear, the heart's distress, +As days wear on, grows less and less. +But my deep-seated grief, alas, +Grows fiercer as the seasons pass. +Though for my queen my spirit longs, +And broods indignant o'er my wrongs, +Still wilder is my grief to know +That her young life is passed in woe. +Breathe, gentle gale, O breathe where she +Lies prisoned, and then breathe on me, +[pg 431] +And, though my love I may not meet, +Thy kiss shall be divinely sweet. +Ah, by the giant's shape appalled, +On her dear lord for help she called, +Still in mine ears the sad cry rings +And tears my heart with poison stings. +Through the long daylight and the gloom +Of night wild thoughts of her consume +My spirit, and my love supplies +The torturing flame which never dies. +Leave me, my brother; I will sleep +Couched on the bosom of the deep, +For the cold wave may bring me peace +And bid the fire of passion cease. +One only thought my stay must be, +That earth, one earth, holds her and me, +To hear, to know my darling lives +Some life-supporting comfort gives, +As streams from distant fountains run +O'er meadows parching in the sun. +Ah when, my foeman at my feet, +Shall I my queen, my glory, meet, +The blossom of her dear face raise +And on her eyes enraptured gaze, +Press her soft lips to mine again, +And drink a balm to banish pain! +Alas, alas! where lies she now, +My darling of the lovely brow? +On the cold earth, no help at hand, +Forlorn amid the Rakshas band, +King Janak's child still calls on me, +Her lord and love, to set her free. +But soon in glory will she rise +A crescent moon in autumn skies, +And those dark rovers of the night, +Like scattered clouds shall turn in flight.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_398.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_398.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4325d38a1506bc12b7669f69bf961a1986775487 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_398.txt @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +Canto VII. Ravan Encouraged. + +But when the giant king surveyed +His glorious town in ruin laid, +And each dire sign of victory won +By Hanuman the Wind-God's son, +He vailed his angry eyes oppressed +By shame, and thus his lords addressed: +“The Vanar spy has passed the gate +Of Lanka long inviolate, +Eluded watch and ward, and seen +With his bold eyes the captive queen. +My royal roof with flames is red, +The bravest of my lords are dead, +And the fierce Vanar in his hate +Has left our city desolate. +Now ponder well the work that lies +Before us, ponder and advise. +With deep-observing judgment scan +The peril, and mature a plan. +From counsel, sages say, the root, +Springs victory, most glorious fruit. +First ranks the king, when woe impends +Who seeks the counsel of his friends, +Of kinsmen ever faithful found, +Or those whose hopes with his are bound, +Then with their aid his strength applies, +And triumphs in his enterprise. +Next ranks the prince who plans alone, +No counsel seeks to aid his own, +Weighs loss and gain and wrong and right, +And seeks success with earnest might. +Unwisest he who spurns delays, +Who counts no cost, no peril weighs, +Speeds to his aim, defying fate, +And risks his all, precipitate. +Thus too in counsel sages find +A best, a worst, a middle kind. +When gathered counsellors explore +The way by light of holy lore, +And all from first to last agree, +Is the best counsel of the three. +Next, if debate first waxes high, +And each his chosen plan would try +Till all agree at last, we deem +This counsel second in esteem. +Worst of the three is this, when each +Assails with taunt his fellow's speech; +When all debate, and no consent +Concludes the angry argument. +Consult then, lords; my task shall be +To crown with act your wise decree. +With thousands of his wild allies +The vengeful Rama hither hies; +With unresisted might and speed +Across the flood his troops will lead, +Or for the Vanar host will drain +The channels of the conquered main.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_399.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_399.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7a622c0dacb6bd63d55db1a36119ff3599914177 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_399.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +Canto VIII. Prahasta's Speech. + +He ceased: they scorned, with blinded eyes, +The foeman and his bold allies, +Raised reverent hands with one accord, +And thus made answer to their lord: +“Why yield thee, King, to causeless fear? +A mighty host with sword and spear +And mace and axe and pike and lance +Waits but thy signal to advance. +Art thou not he who slew of old +The Serpent-Gods, and stormed their hold; +Scaled Mount Kailasa and o'erthrew +Kuvera910 and his Yaksha crew, +[pg 432] +Compelling Śiva's haughty friend +Beneath a mightier arm to bend? +Didst thou not bring from realms afar +The marvel of the magic car, +When they who served Kuvera fell +Crushed in their mountain citadel? +Attracted by thy matchless fame +To thee, a suppliant, Maya came, +The lord of every Danav band, +And won thee with his daughter's hand. +Thy arm in hell itself was felt, +Where Vasuki911 and Śankha dwelt, +And they and Takshak, overthrown, +Were forced thy conquering might to own. +The Gods in vain their blessing gave +To heroes bravest of the brave, +Who strove a year and, sorely pressed, +Their victor's peerless might confessed. +In vain their magic arts they tried, +In vain thy matchless arm defied +King Varun's sons with fourfold force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +But for a while thy power withstood, +And, conquered, mourned their hardihood. +Thou hast encountered, face to face, +King Yama912 with his murdering mace. +Fierce as the wild tempestuous sea, +What terror had his wrath for thee, +Though death in every threatening form, +And woe and torment, urged the storm? +Thine arm a glorious victory won +O'er the dread king who pities none; +And the three worlds, from terror freed, +In joyful wonder praised thy deed. +The tribe of Warriors, strong and dread +As Indra's self, o'er earth had spread; +As giant trees that towering stand +In mountain glens, they filled the land. +Can Raghu's son encounter foes +Fierce, numerous, and strong as those? +Yet, trained in war and practised well, +O'ermatched by thee, they fought and fell, +Stay in thy royal home, nor care +The battle and the toil to share; +But let the easy fight be won +By Indrajít913 thy matchless son. +All, all shall die, if thou permit, +Slain by the hand of Indrajít.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_4.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_4.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6d423c781f80081abb86a577362583bea884dba --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +Canto V. Ayodhya. + +When to the end the tale was brought, +Rose in the sage's mind the thought; +“Now who throughout this earth will go, +And tell it forth that all may know?” +As thus he mused with anxious breast, +Behold, in hermit's raiment dressed, +Kuśa and Lava56 came to greet +Their master and embrace his feet. +The twins he saw, that princely pair +Sweet-voiced, who dwelt beside him there +None for the task could be more fit, +For skilled were they in Holy Writ; +And so the great Ramayan, fraught +With lore divine, to these he taught: +The lay whose verses sweet and clear +Take with delight the listening ear, +That tell of Síta's noble life +And Ravan's fall in battle strife. +Great joy to all who hear they bring, +Sweet to recite and sweet to sing. +For music's sevenfold notes are there, +And triple measure,57 wrought with care +With melody and tone and time, +And flavours58 that enhance the rime; +Heroic might has ample place, +And loathing of the false and base, +With anger, mirth, and terror, blent +With tenderness, surprise, content. +When, half the hermit's grace to gain, +And half because they loved the strain, +The youth within their hearts had stored +The poem that his lips outpoured, +Valmíki kissed them on the head, +As at his feet they bowed, and said; +“Recite ye this heroic song +In tranquil shades where sages throng: +Recite it where the good resort, +In lowly home and royal court.” +The hermit ceased. The tuneful pair, +Like heavenly minstrels sweet and fair, +In music's art divinely skilled, +Their saintly master's word fulfilled. +Like Rama's self, from whom they came, +They showed their sire in face and frame, +[pg 011] +As though from some fair sculptured stone +Two selfsame images had grown. +Sometimes the pair rose up to sing, +Surrounded by a holy ring, +Where seated on the grass had met +Full many a musing anchoret. +Then tears bedimmed those gentle eyes, +As transport took them and surprise, +And as they listened every one +Cried in delight, Well done! Well done! +Those sages versed in holy lore +Praised the sweet minstrels more and more: +And wondered at the singers' skill, +And the bard's verses sweeter still, +Which laid so clear before the eye +The glorious deeds of days gone by. +Thus by the virtuous hermits praised, +Inspirited their voice they raised. +Pleased with the song this holy man +Would give the youths a water-can; +One gave a fair ascetic dress, +Or sweet fruit from the wilderness. +One saint a black-deer's hide would bring, +And one a sacrificial string: +One, a clay pitcher from his hoard, +And one, a twisted munja cord.59 +One in his joy an axe would find, +One braid, their plaited locks to bind. +One gave a sacrificial cup, +One rope to tie their fagots up; +While fuel at their feet was laid, +Or hermit's stool of fig-tree made. +All gave, or if they gave not, none +Forgot at least a benison. +Some saints, delighted with their lays, +Would promise health and length of days; +Others with surest words would add +Some boon to make their spirit glad. +In such degree of honour then +That song was held by holy men: +That living song which life can give, +By which shall many a minstrel live. +In seat of kings, in crowded hall, +They sang the poem, praised of all. +And Rama chanced to hear their lay, +While he the votive steed60 would slay, +And sent fit messengers to bring +The minstrel pair before the king. +They came, and found the monarch high +Enthroned in gold, his brothers nigh; +While many a minister below, +And noble, sate in lengthened row. +The youthful pair awhile he viewed +Graceful in modest attitude, +And then in words like these addressed +His brother Lakshman and the rest: +“Come, listen to the wondrous strain +Recited by these godlike twain, +Sweet singers of a story fraught +With melody and lofty thought.” +The pair, with voices sweet and strong, +Rolled the full tide of noble song, +With tone and accent deftly blent +To suit the changing argument. +Mid that assembly loud and clear +Rang forth that lay so sweet to hear, +That universal rapture stole +Through each man's frame and heart and soul. +“These minstrels, blest with every sign +That marks a high and princely line, +In holy shades who dwell, +Enshrined in Saint Valmíki's lay, +A monument to live for aye, +My deeds in song shall tell.” +Thus Rama spoke: their breasts were fired, +And the great tale, as if inspired, +The youths began to sing, +While every heart with transport swelled, +And mute and rapt attention held +The concourse and the king. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_40.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_40.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..548acd40777617195b905c79d323dd9bc98e4d47 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_40.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XLIII. Bhagírath. + +Then to the prince his grandson, bright +With his own fame's unborrowed light, +King Sagar thus began to say, +Marvelling at his sons' delay: +“Thou art a warrior skilled and bold, +Match for the mighty men of old. +Now follow on thine uncles' course +And track the robber of the horse. +[pg 053] +To guard thee take thy sword and bow, +for huge and strong are beasts below. +There to the reverend reverence pay, +And kill the foes who check thy way; +Then turn successful home and see +My sacrifice complete through thee.” +Obedient to the high-souled lord +Grasped Anśuman his bow and sword, +And hurried forth the way to trace +With youth and valour's eager pace. +On sped he by the path he found +Dug by his uncles underground. +The warder elephant he saw +Whose size and strength pass Nature's law, +Who bears the world's tremendous weight, +Whom God, fiend, giant venerate, +Bird, serpent, and each flitting shade, +To him the honour meet he paid +With circling steps and greeting due, +And further prayed him, if he knew, +To tell him of his uncles' weal, +And who had dared the horse to steal. +To him in war and council tried +The warder elephant replied: +“Thou, son of Asamanj, shalt lead +In triumph back the rescued steed.” +As to each warder beast he came +And questioned all, his words the same, +The honoured youth with gentle speech +Drew eloquent reply from each, +That fortune should his steps attend, +And with the horse he home should wend. +Cheered with the grateful answer, he +Passed on with step more light and free, +And reached with careless heart the place +Where lay in ashes Sagar's race. +Then sank the spirit of the chief +Beneath that shock of sudden grief, +And with a bitter cry of woe +He mourned his kinsmen fallen so. +He saw, weighed down by woe and care, +The victim charger roaming there. +Yet would the pious chieftain fain +Oblations offer to the slain: +But, needing water for the rite, +He looked and there was none in sight +His quick eye searching all around +The uncle of his kinsmen found, +King Garuḍ, best beyond compare +Of birds who wing the fields of air. +Then thus unto the weeping man +The son of Vinata192 began: +“Grieve not, O hero, for their fall +Who died a death approved of all. +Of mighty strength, they met their fate +By Kapil's hand whom none can mate. +Pour forth for them no earthly wave, +A holier flood their spirits crave. +If, daughter of the Lord of Snow, +Ganga would turn her stream below, +Her waves that cleanse all mortal stain +Would wash their ashes pure again. +Yea, when her flood whom all revere +Rolls o'er the dust that moulders here, +The sixty thousand, freed from sin, +A home in Indra's heaven shall win. +Go, and with ceaseless labour try +To draw the Goddess from the sky. +Return, and with thee take the steed; +So shall thy grandsire's rite succeed.” +Prince Anśuman the strong and brave +Followed the rede Suparna193 gave. +The glorious hero took the horse, +And homeward quickly bent his course. +Straight to the anxious king he hied, +Whom lustral rites had purified, +The mournful story to unfold +And all the king of birds had told. +The tale of woe the monarch heard, +Nor longer was the rite deferred: +With care and just observance he +Accomplished all, as texts decree. +The rites performed, with brighter fame, +Mighty in counsel, home he came. +He longed to bring the river down, +But found no plan his wish to crown. +He pondered long with anxious thought +But saw no way to what he sought. +Thus thirty thousand years he spent, +And then to heaven the monarch went. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_400.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_400.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d0e23776490f204142c4250b69c6b7e065f87192 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_400.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +Canto IX. Vibhishan's Counsel. + +Dark as a cloud of autumn, dread +Prahasta joined his palms and said: +“Gandharvas, Gods, the hosts who dwell +In heaven, in air, in earth, in hell, +Have yielded to thy might, and how +Shall two weak men oppose thee now? +Hanúman 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. +Command, O King, and this right hand +Shall sweep the Vanars from the land, +And hill and dale, to Ocean's shore, +Shall know the death-doomed race no more. +But let my care the means devise +To guard thy city from surprise.” +Then Durmukh cried, of Rakshas race: +“Too long we brook the dire disgrace. +He gave our city to the flames, +He trod the chambers of thy dames. +Ne'er shall so weak and vile a thing +Unpunished brave the giants' king. +Now shall this single arm attack +And drive the daring Vanars back, +Till to the winds of heaven they flee, +Or seek the depths of earth and sea.” +Then, brandishing the mace he bore, +Whose horrid spikes were stained with gore, +While fury made his eyeballs red, +Impetuous Vajradanshṭra said: +“Why waste a thought on one so vile +As Hanúman the Vanar, while +Sugríva, Lakshman, yet remain, +And Rama mightier still, unslain? +This mace to-day shall crush the three, +And all the host will turn and flee. +Listen, and I will speak: incline, +O King, to hear these words of mine, +For the deep plan that I propose +Will swiftly rid thee of thy foes. +Let thousands of thy host assume +The forms of men in youthful bloom, +In war's magnificent array +Draw near to Raghu's son, and say: +“Thy younger brother Bharat sends +This army, and thy cause befriends.” +Then let our legions hasten near +With bow and mace and sword and spear, +And on the Vanar army rain +Our steel and stone till all be slain. +If Raghu's sons will fain believe, +Entangled in the net we weave, +The penalty they both must pay, +And lose their forfeit lives to-day.” +[pg 433] +Then with his warrior soul on fire, +Nikumbha spoke in burning ire: +“I, only I, will take the field, +And Raghu's son his life shall yield. +Within these walls, O Chiefs, abide, +Nor part ye from our monarch's side.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_401.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_401.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bf9c08e74030dffb89c991a0ccb644ef497c8f9a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_401.txt @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +Canto X. Vibhishan's Counsel. + +A score of warriors914 forward sprang, +And loud the clashing iron rang +Of mace and axe and spear and sword, +As thus they spake unto their lord: +“Their king Sugríva will we slay, +And Raghu's sons, ere close of day, +And strike the wretch Hanúman down, +The spoiler of our golden town.” +But sage Vibhishan strove to calm +The chieftains' fury; palm to palm +He joined in lowly reverence, pressed915 +Before them, and the throng addressed: +“Dismiss the hope of conquering one +So stern and strong as Raghu's son. +In due control each sense he keeps +With constant care that never sleeps. +Whose daring heart has e'er conceived +The exploit Hanuman achieved, +Across the fearful sea to spring, +The tributary rivers' king? +O Rakshas lords, in time be wise, +Nor Rama's matchless power despise. +And say, what evil had the son +Of Raghu to our monarch done, +Who stole the dame he loved so well +And keeps her in his citadel; +If Khara in his foolish pride +Encountered Rama, fought, and died, +May not the meanest love his life +And guard it in the deadly strife? +The Maithil dame, O Rakshas King, +Sore peril to thy realm will bring. +Restore her while there yet is time, +Nor let us perish for thy crime. +O, let the Maithil lady go +Ere the avenger bend his bow +To ruin with his arrowy showers +Our Lanka with her gates and towers. +Let Janak's child again be free +Ere the wild Vanars cross the sea, +In their resistless might assail +Our city and her ramparts scale. +Ah, I conjure thee by the ties +Of brotherhood, be just and wise. +In all my thoughts thy good I seek, +And thus my prudent counsel speak. +Let captive Síta be restored +Ere, fierce as autumn's sun, her lord +Send his keen arrows from the string +To drink the life-blood of our king. +This fury from thy soul dismiss, +The bane of duty, peace, and bliss. +Seek duty's path and walk therein, +And joy and endless glory win. +Restore the captive, ere we feel +The piercing point of Rama's steel. +O spare thy city, spare the lives +Of us, our friends, our sons and wives.” +Thus spake Vibhishan wise and brave: +The Rakshas king no answer gave, +But bade his lords the council close, +And sought his chamber for repose. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_402.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_402.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4fea9165c9ca410d9cda582b76dd1ed46dd7fe82 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_402.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XI. The Summons. + +Soon as the light of morning broke, +Vibhishan from his slumber woke, +And, duty guiding every thought, +The palace of his brother sought. +Vast as a towering hill that shows +His peaks afar, that palace rose. +Here stood within the monarch's gate +Sage nobles skilful in debate. +There strayed in glittering raiment through +The courts his royal retinue, +Where in wild measure rose and fell +The music of the drum and shell, +And talk grew loud, and many a dame +Of fairest feature went and came +Through doors a marvel to behold, +With pearl inlaid on burning gold: +Therein Gandharvas or the fleet +Lords of the storm might joy to meet. +He passed within the wondrous pile, +Chief glory of the giants' isle: +Thus, ere his fiery course be done, +An autumn cloud admits the sun. +[pg 434] +He heard auspicious voices raise +With loud accord the note of praise, +And sages, deep in Scripture, sing +Each glorious triumph of the king. +He saw the priests in order stand, +Curd, oil, in every sacred hand; +And by them flowers were laid and grain, +Due offerings to the holy train. +Vibhishan to the monarch bowed, +Raised on a throne above the crowd: +Then, skilled in arts of soft address, +He raised his voice the king to bless, +And sate him on a seat where he +Full in his brother's sight should be. +The chieftain there, while none could hear, +Spoke his true speech for Ravan's ear, +And to his words of wisdom lent +The force of weightiest argument: +“O brother, hear! since Rama's queen +A captive in thy house has been, +Disastrous omens day by day +Have struck our souls with wild dismay. +No longer still and strong and clear +The flames of sacrifice appear, +But, restless with the frequent spark, +Neath clouds of smoke grow faint and dark. +Our ministering priests turn pale +To see their wonted offerings fail, +And ants and serpents creep and crawl +Within the consecrated hall.916 +Dried are the udders of our cows, +Our elephants have juiceless brows,917 +Nor can the sweetest pasture stay +The charger's long unquiet neigh. +Big tears from mules and camels flow +Whose staring coats their trouble show, +Nor can the leech's art restore +Their health and vigour as before. +Rapacious birds are fierce and bold: +Not single hunters as of old, +In banded troops they chase the prey, +Or gathering on our temples stay. +Through twilight hours with shriek and howl +Around the city jackals prowl, +And wolves and foul hyænas wait +Athirst for blood at every gate. +One sole atonement still may cure +These evils, and our weal assure. +Restore the Maithil dame, and win +An easy pardon for thy sin.” +The Rakshas monarch heard, and moved +To sudden wrath his speech reproved: +“No danger, brother, can I see: +The Maithil dame I will not free. +Though all the Gods for Rama fight, +He yields to my superior might.” +Thus the tremendous king who broke +The ranks of heavenly warriors spoke, +And, sternly purposed to resist, +His brother from the hall dismissed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_403.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_403.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9c6da2de5f849c8b780b5cbf79b2d0157b5fcacc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_403.txt @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +Canto XII. Ravan's Speech. + +Still Ravan's haughty heart rebelled, +The counsel of the wise repelled, +And, as his breast with passion burned, +His thoughts again to Síta turned. +Thus, to each sign of danger blind, +To love and war he still inclined. +Then mounted he his car that glowed +With gems and golden net, and rode +Where, gathered at the monarch's call, +The nobles filled the council hall. +A host of warriors bright and gay +With coloured robes and rich array, +With shield and mace and spear and sword, +Followed the chariot of their lord. +Mid the loud voice of shells and beat +Of drums he raced along the street, +And, ere he came, was heard afar +The rolling thunder of his car. +He reached the doors: the nobles bent +Their heads before him reverent: +And, welcomed with their loud acclaim, +Within the glorious hall he came. +He sat upon a royal seat +With golden steps beneath his feet, +And bade the heralds summon all +His captains to the council hall. +The heralds heard the words he spake, +And sped from house to house to wake +The giants where they slept or spent +The careless hours in merriment. +These heard the summons and obeyed: +From chamber, grove, and colonnade, +On elephants or cars they rode, +Or through the streets impatient strode. +As birds on rustling pinions fly +Through regions of the darkened sky, +Thus cars and mettled coursers through +The crowded streets of Lanka flew. +The council hall was reached, and then, +As lions seek their mountain den, +Through massy doors that opened wide, +With martial stalk the captains hied. +Welcomed with honour as was meet +They stooped to press their monarch's feet, +[pg 435] +And each a place in order found +On stool, on cushion, or the ground. +Nor did the sage Vibhishan long +Delay to join the noble throng. +High on a car that shone like flame +With gold and flashing gems he came, +Drew near and spoke his name aloud, +And reverent to his brother bowed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_404.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_404.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..28bd9db067bd6869e48d4c03e815884d40ebafc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_404.txt @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +Canto XIII. Ravan's Speech. + +The king in counsel unsurpassed +His eye around the synod cast, +And fierce Prahasta, first and best +Of all his captains, thus addressed: +“Brave master of each warlike art, +Arouse thee and perform thy part. +Array thy fourfold forces918 well +To guard our isle and citadel.” +The captain of the hosts obeyed, +The troops with prudent skill arrayed; +Then to the hall again he hied, +And stood before the king and cried: +“Each inlet to the town is closed +Without, within, are troops disposed. +With fearless heart thine aim pursue +And do the deed thou hast in view.” +Thus spoke Prahasta in the zeal +That moved him for the kingdom's weal. +And thus the monarch, who pursued +His own delight, his speech renewed: +“In ease and bliss, in toil and pain, +In doubts of duty, pleasure, gain, +Your proper path I need not tell, +For of yourselves ye know it well. +The Storm-Gods, Moon, and planets bring +New glory to their heavenly king,919 +And, ranged about your monarch, ye +Give joy and endless fame to me. +My secret counsel have I kept, +While senseless Kumbhakarna slept. +Six months the warrior's slumbers last +And bind his torpid senses fast; +But now his deep repose he breaks, +The best of all our champions wakes. +I captured, Rama's heart to wring, +This daughter of Videha's king. +And brought her from that distant land920 +Where wandered many a Rakshas band. +Disdainful still my love she spurns, +Still from each prayer and offering turns, +Yet in all lands beneath the sun +No dame may rival Síta, none, +Her dainty waist is round and slight, +Her cheek like autumn's moon is bright, +And she like fruit in graven gold +Mocks her921 whom Maya framed of old. +Faultless in form, how firmly tread +Her feet whose soles are rosy red! +Ah, as I gaze her beauty takes +My spirit, and my passion wakes. +Looking for Rama far away +She sought with tears a year's delay +Nor gazing on her love-lit eye +Could I that earnest prayer deny. +But baffled hopes and vain desire +At length my patient spirit tire. +How shall the sons of Raghu sweep +To vengeance o'er the pathless deep? +How shall they lead the Vanar train +Across the monster-teeming main? +One Vanar yet could find a way +To Lanka's town, and burn and slay. +Take counsel then, remembering still +That we from men need fear no ill; +And give your sentence in debate, +For matchless is the power of fate. +Assailed by you the Gods who dwell +In heaven beneath our fury fell. +And shall we fear these creatures bred +In forests, by Sugríva led? +E'en now on ocean's farther strand, +The sons of Daśaratha stand, +And follow, burning to attack +Their giant foes, on Síta's track. +Consult then, lords for ye are wise: +A seasonable plan devise. +The captive lady to retain, +And triumph when the foes are slain. +No power can bring across the foam +Those Vanars to our island home; +Or if they madly will defy +Our conquering might, they needs must die.” +Then Kumbhakarna's anger woke, +And wroth at Ravan's words he spoke: +“O Monarch, when thy ravished eyes +First looked upon thy lovely prize, +Then was the time to bid us scan +Each peril and mature a plan. +Blest is the king who acts with heed, +And ne'er repents one hasty deed; +And hapless he whose troubled soul +Mourns over days beyond control. +[pg 436] +Thou hast, in beauty's toils ensnared, +A desperate deed of boldness dared; +By fortune saved ere Rama's steel +One wound, thy mortal bane, could deal. +But, Ravan, as the deed is done, +The toil of war I will not shun. +This arm, O rover of the night, +Thy foemen to the earth shall smite, +Though Indra with the Lord of Flame, +The Sun and Storms, against me came. +E'en Indra, monarch of the skies, +Would dread my club and mountain size, +Shrink from these teeth and quake to hear +The thunders of my voice of fear. +No second dart shall Rama cast: +The first he aims shall be the last. +He falls, and these dry lips shall drain +The blood of him my hand has slain; +And Síta, when her champion dies, +Shall be thine undisputed prize.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_405.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_405.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8936944f85254c58084d2cb0f60b2e176b0c1e3b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_405.txt @@ -0,0 +1,72 @@ +Canto XIV. Vibhishan's Speech. + +But Mahaparśva saw the sting +Of keen reproach had galled the king; +And humbly, eager to appease +His anger, spoke in words like these: +“And breathes there one so cold and weak +The forest and the gloom to seek +Where savage beasts abound, and spare +To taste the luscious honey there? +Art thou not lord? and who is he +Shall venture to give laws to thee? +Love thy Videhan still, and tread +Upon thy prostrate foeman's head. +O'er Síta's will let thine prevail, +And strength achieve if flattery fail. +What though the lady yet be coy +And turn her from the proffered joy? +Soon shall her conquered heart relent +And yield to love and blandishment. +With us let Kumbhakarna fight, +And Indrajít of matchless might: +We need not other champions, they +Shall lead us forth to rout and slay. +Not ours to bribe or soothe or part +The foeman's force with gentle art, +Doomed, conquered by our might, to feel +The vengeance of the warrior's steel.” +The Rakshas monarch heard, and moved +By flattering hopes the speech approved: +“Hear me,” he cried, “great chieftain, tell +What in the olden time befell,— +A secret tale which, long suppressed, +Lies prisoned only in my breast. +One day—a day I never forget— +Fair Punjikasthala922 I met, +When, radiant as a flame of fire, +She sought the palace of the Sire. +In passion's eager grasp I tore +From her sweet limbs the robes she wore, +And heedless of her prayers and cries +Strained to my breast the vanquised prize. +Like Naliní923 with soil distained, +The mansion of the Sire she gained, +And weeping made the outrage known +To Brahma on his heavenly throne. +He in his wrath pronounced a curse,— +That lord who made the universe: +“If, Ravan, thou a second time +Be guilty of so foul a crime, +Thy head in shivers shall be rent: +Be warned, and dread the punishment.” +Awed by the threat of vengeance still +I force not Síta's stubborn will. +Terrific as the sea in might: +My steps are like the Storm-Gods' flight; +But Rama knows not this, or he +Had never sought to war with me. +Where is the man would idly brave +The lion in his mountain cave, +And wake him when with slumbering eyes +Grim, terrible as Death, he lies? +No, blinded Rama knows me not: +Ne'er has he seen mine arrows shot; +Ne'er marked them speeding to their aim +Like snakes with cloven tongues of flame. +On him those arrows will I turn, +Whose fiery points shall rend and burn. +Quenched by my power when I assail +The glory of his might shall fail, +As stars before the sun grow dim +And yield their feeble light to him.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_406.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_406.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9bd28e05bebed3fdb2244bf1527770487e84db6d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_406.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +Canto XV. Indrajít's Speech. + +He ceased: Vibhishan ill at ease +Addressed the king in words like these: +“O Ravan, O my lord, beware +Of Síta dangerous as fair, +Nor on thy heedless bosom hang +This serpent with a deadly fang. +O King, the Maithil dame restore +To Raghu's matchless son before +Those warriors of the woodlands, vast +As mountain peaks, approaching fast, +Armed with fierce teeth and claws, enclose +Thy city with unsparing foes. +O, be the Maithil dame restored +Ere loosened from the clanging cord +[pg 437] +The vengeful shafts of Rama fly, +And low in death thy princes lie. +In all thy legions hast thou one +A match in war for Raghu's son? +Can Kumbhakarna's self withstand, +Or Indrajít, that mighty hand? +In vain with Rama wilt thou strive: +Thou wilt not save thy soul alive +Though guarded by the Lord of Day +And Storm-Gods' terrible array, +In vain to Indra wilt thou fly, +Or seek protection in the sky, +In Yama's gloomy mansion dwell, +Or hide thee in the depths of hell.” +He ceased; and when his lips were closed +Prahasta thus his rede opposed: +“O timid heart, to counsel thus! +What terrors have the Gods for us? +Can snake, Gandharva, fiend appal +The giants' sons who scorn them all? +And shall we now our birth disgrace, +And dread a king of human race?” +Thus fierce Prahasta counselled ill: +But sage Vibhishan's constant will +The safety of the realm ensued; +Who thus in turn his speech renewed: +“Yes, when a soul defiled with sin +Shall mount to heaven and enter in, +Then, chieftain, will experience teach +The truth of thy disdainful speech. +Can I, or thou, or these or all +Our bravest compass Rama's fall, +The chief in whom all virtues shine, +The pride of old Ikshvaku'a line, +With whom the Gods may scarce compare +In skill to act, in heart to dare? +Yea, idly mayst thou vaunt thee, till +Sharp arrows winged with matchless skill +From Rama's bowstring, fleet and fierce +As lightning's flame, thy body pierce. +Nikumbha shall not save thee then, +Nor Ravan, from the lord of men. +O Monarch, hear my last appeal, +My counsel for thy kingdom's weal. +This sentence I again declare: +O giant King, beware, beware! +Save from the ruin that impends +Thy town, thy people, and thy friends; +O hear the warning urged once more: +To Raghu's son the dame restore.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_407.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_407.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1738aaa4b653fd0518edfb00a5c2cb772eeda3e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_407.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +Canto XVI. Ravan's Speech. + +He ceased: and Indrajít the pride +Of Rakshas warriors thus replied: +“Is this a speech our king should hear, +This counsel of ignoble fear? +A scion of our glorious race +Should ne'er conceive a thought so base, +But one mid all our kin we find, +Vibhishan, whose degenerate mind +No spark of gallant pride retains, +Whose coward soul his lineage stains. +Against one giant what can two +Unhappy sons of Raghu do? +Away with idle fears, away! +Matched with our meanest, what are they? +Beneath my conquering prowess fell +The Lord of earth and heaven and hell.924 +Through every startled region dread +Of my resistless fury spread; +And Gods in each remotest sphere +Confessed the universal fear. +Rending the air with roar and groan, +Airavat925 to the earth was thrown. +From his huge head the tusks I drew, +And smote the Gods with fear anew. +Shall I who tame celestials' pride, +By whom the fiends are terrified, +Now prove a weakling little worth, +And fail to slay those sons of earth?” +He ceased: Vibhishan trained and tried +In war and counsel thus replied +“Thy speech is marked with scorn of truth, +With rashness and the pride of youth. +Yea, to thy ruin like a child +Thou pratest, and thy words are wild. +Most dear, O Indrajít, to thee +Should Ravan's weal and safety be, +For thou art called his son, but thou +Art proved his direst foeman now, +When warned by me thou hast not tried +To turn the coming woe aside. +Both thee and him 'twere meet to slay, +Who brought thee to this hall to-day, +And dared so rash a youth admit +To council where the wisest sit. +Presumptuous, wild, devoid of sense, +Filled full of pride and insolence, +Thy reckless tongue thou wilt not rule +That speaks the counsel of a fool. +Who in the fight may brook or shun +The arrows shot by Raghu's son +With flame and fiery vengeance sped, +Dire as his staff who rules the dead? +O Ravan, let thy people live, +And to the son of Raghu give +Fair robes and gems and precious ore, +And Síta to his arms restore.” +[pg 438] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_408.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_408.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dacc903f01dca78fb07557af93e5b816125e2c13 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_408.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto XVII. Vibhishan's Flight. + +Then, while his breast with fury swelled, +Thus Ravan spoke, as fate impelled: +“Better with foes thy dwelling make, +Or house thee with the venomed snake, +Than live with false familiar friends +Who further still thy foeman's ends. +I know their treacherous mood, I know +Their secret triumph at thy woe. +They in their inward hearts despise +The brave, the noble, and the wise, +Grieve at their bliss with rancorous hate, +And for their sorrows watch and wait: +Scan every fault with curious eye, +And each slight error magnify. +Ask elephants who roam the wild +How were their captive friends beguiled. +“For fire,” they cry, “we little care, +For javelin and shaft and snare: +Our foes are traitors, taught to bind +The trusting creatures of their kind.” +Still, still, shall blessings flow from cows,926 +And Brahmans love their rigorous vows; +Still woman change her restless will, +And friends perfidious work us ill. +What though with conquering feet I tread +On every prostrate foeman's head; +What though the worlds in abject fear +Their mighty lord in me revere? +This thought my peace of mind destroys +And robs me of expected joys. +The lotus of the lake receives +The glittering rain that gems its leaves, +But each bright drop remains apart: +So is it still with heart and heart. +Deceitful as an autumn cloud +Which, though its thunderous voice be loud, +On the dry earth no torrent sends, +Such is the race of faithless friends. +No riches of the bloomy spray +Will tempt the wandering bee to stay +That loves from flower to flower to range; +And friends like thee are swift to change. +Thou blot upon thy glorious line, +If any giant's tongue but thine +Had dared to give this base advice, +He should not live to shame me twice.” +Then just Vibhishan in the heat +Of anger started from his seat, +And with four captains of the band +Sprang forward with his mace in hand; +Then, fury flashing from his eye, +Looked on the king and made reply: +“Thy rights, O Ravan, I allow: +My brother and mine elder thou. +Such, though from duty's path they stray, +We love like fathers and obey, +But still too bitter to be borne +Is thy harsh speech of cruel scorn. +The rash like thee, who spurn control, +Nor check one longing of the soul, +Urged by malignant fate repel +The faithful friend who counsels well. +A thousand courtiers wilt thou meet, +With flattering lips of smooth deceit: +But rare are they whose tongue or ear +Will speak the bitter truth, or hear. +Unclose thy blinded eyes and see +That snares of death encompass thee. +I dread, my brother, to behold +The shafts of Rama, bright with gold, +Flash fury through the air, and red +With fires of vengeance strike thee dead. +Lord, brother, King, again reflect, +Nor this mine earnest prayer reject, +O, save thyself, thy royal town, +Thy people and thine old renown.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_409.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_409.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7682ef3bdbf10fbfc636eba37311279111888182 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_409.txt @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +Canto XVIII. Rama's Speech. + +Soon as his bitter words were said, +To Raghu's sons Vibhishan fled.927 +Their eyes the Vanar leaders raised +And on the air-borne Rakhshas gazed, +Bright as a thunderbolt, in size +Like Meru's peak that cleaves the skies. +In gorgeous panoply arrayed +Like Indra's self he stood displayed, +And four attendants brave and bold +Shone by their chief in mail and gold. +Sugríva then with dark surmise +Bent on their forms his wondering eyes, +And thus in hasty words confessed +The anxious doubt that moved his breast: +“Look, look ye Vanars, and beware: +That giant chief sublime in air +With other four in bright array +Comes armed to conquer and to slay.” +[pg 439] +Soon as his warning speech they heard, +The Vanar chieftains undeterred +Seized fragments of the rock and trees, +And made reply in words like these: +“We wait thy word: the order give, +And these thy foes shall cease to live. +Command us, mighty King, and all +Lifeless upon the earth shall fall.” +Meanwhile Vibhishan with the four +Stood high above the ocean shore. +Sugríva and the chiefs he spied, +And raised his mighty voice and cried: +“From Ravan, lord of giants, I +His brother, named Vibhishan, fly. +From Janasthan he stole the child +Of Janak by his art beguiled, +And in his palace locked and barred +Surrounds her with a Rakshas guard. +I bade him, plied with varied lore, +His hapless prisoner restore. +But he, by Fate to ruin sent, +No credence to my counsel lent, +Mad as the fevered wretch who sees +And scorns the balm to bring him ease. +He scorned the sage advice I gave, +He spurned me like a base-born slave. +I left my children and my wife, +And fly to Raghu's son for life. +I pray thee, Vanar chieftain, speed +To him who saves in hour of need, +And tell him famed in distant lands +That suppliant here Vibhishan stands.” +The Rakshas ceased: Sugríva hied +To Raghu's noble son and cried: +“A stranger from the giant host, +Borne o'er the sea, has reached the coast; +A secret foe, he comes to slay, +As owls attack their heedless prey. +'Tis thine, O King, in time of need +To watch, to counsel, and to lead, +Our Vanar legions to dispose, +And guard us from our crafty foes. +Vibhishan from the giants' isle, +King Ravan's brother, comes with guile +And, feigning from his king to flee, +Seeks refuge, Raghu's son, with thee. +Arise, O Rama, and prevent +By bold attack his dark intent. +Who comes in friendly guise prepared +To slay thee by his arts ensnared.” +Thus urged Sugríva famed for lore +Of moving words, and spoke no more. +Then Rama thus in turn addressed +The bold Hanúman and the rest: +“Chiefs of the Vanar legions each +Of you heard Sugríva's speech. +What think ye now in time of fear, +When peril and distress are near, +In every doubt the wise depend +For counsel on a faithful friend.” +They heard his gracious words, and then +Spake reverent to the lord of men: +“O Raghu's son, thou knowest well +All things of heaven and earth and hell. +'Tis but thy friendship bids us speak +The counsel Rama need not seek. +So duteous, brave, and true art thou, +Heroic, faithful to thy vow. +Deep in the scriptures, trained and tried, +Still in thy friends wilt thou confide. +Let each of us in turn impart +The secret counsel of his heart, +And strive to win his chief's assent, +By force of wisest argument.” +They ceased and Angad thus began: +“With jealous eye the stranger scan: +Not yet with trusting heart receive +Vibhishan, nor his tale believe. +These giants wandering far and wide +Their evil nature falsely hide, +And watching with malignant skill +Assail us when we fear no ill. +Well ponder every hope and fear +Until thy doubtful course be clear; +Then own his merit or detect +His guile, and welcome or reject.” +Then Śarabha the bold and brave +In turn his prudent sentence gave: +“Yea, Rama, send a skilful spy +With keenest tact to test and try. +Then let the stranger, as is just, +Obtain or be refused thy trust.” +Then he whose heart was rich in store +Of scripture's life-directing lore, +King Jambavan, stood forth and cried: +“Suspect, suspect a foe allied +With Ravan lord of Lanka's isle, +And Rakshas sin and Rakshas guile.” +Then Mainda, wisest chief, who knew +The wrong, the right, the false, the true, +Pondered a while, then silence broke, +And thus his sober counsel spoke: +“Let one with gracious speech draw near +And gently charm Vibhishan's ear, +Till he the soothing witchery feel +And all his secret heart reveal. +So thou his aims and hopes shalt know, +And hail the friend or shun the foe.” +“Not he,” Hanúman cried, “not he +Who taught the Gods928 may rival thee, +Supreme in power of quickest sense, +First in the art of eloquence. +But hear me soothly speak, O King, +And learn the hope to which I cling. +Vibhishan comes no crafty spy: +Urged by his brother's fault to fly. +With righteous soul that loathes the sin, +He fled from Lanka and his kin. +[pg 440] +If strangers question, doubt will rise +And chill the heart of one so wise. +Marred by distrust the parle will end, +And thou wilt lose a faithful friend. +Nor let it seem so light a thing +To sound a stranger's heart, O King. +And he, I ween, whate'er he say, +Will ne'er an evil thought betray. +He comes a friend in happy time, +Loathing his brother for his crime. +His ear has heard thine old renown, +The might that struck King Bali down, +And set Sugríva on the throne. +And looking now to thee alone +He comes thy matchless aid to win +And punish Ravan for his sin. +Thus have I tried thy heart to move, +And thus Vibhishan's truth to prove. +Still in his friendship I confide; +But ponder, wisest, and decide.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_41.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_41.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3e38f6d1fee3193b50e6fb024e63412e7d3df263 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_41.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto XLIV. The Descent Of Ganga. + +When Sagar thus had bowed to fate, +The lords and commons of the state +Approved with ready heart and will +Prince Anśuman his throne to fill. +He ruled, a mighty king, unblamed, +Sire of Dilípa justly famed. +To him, his child and worthy heir, +The king resigned his kingdom's care, +And on Himalaya's pleasant side +His task austere of penance plied. +Bright as a God in clear renown +He planned to bring pure Ganga down. +There on his fruitless hope intent +Twice sixteen thousand years he spent, +And in the grove of hermits stayed +Till bliss in heaven his rites repaid. +Dilípa then, the good and great, +Soon as he learnt his kinsmen's fate, +Bowed down by woe, with troubled mind, +[pg 054] +Pondering long no cure could find. +“How can I bring,” the mourner sighed, +“To cleanse their dust, the heavenly tide? +How can I give them rest, and save +Their spirits with the offered wave?” +Long with this thought his bosom skilled +In holy discipline was filled. +A son was born, Bhagírath named, +Above all men for virtue famed. +Dilípa many a rite ordained, +And thirty thousand seasons reigned. +But when no hope the king could see +His kinsmen from their woe to free, +The lord of men, by sickness tried, +Obeyed the law of fate, and died; +He left the kingdom to his son, +And gained the heaven his deeds had won. +The good Bhagírath, royal sage, +Had no fair son to cheer his age. +He, great in glory, pure in will, +Longing for sons was childless still. +Then on one wish, one thought intent, +Planning the heavenly stream's descent, +Leaving his ministers the care +And burden of his state to bear, +Dwelling in far Gokarna194 he +Engaged in long austerity. +With senses checked, with arms upraised, +Five fires195 around and o'er him blazed. +Each weary month the hermit passed +Breaking but once his awful fast. +In winter's chill the brook his bed, +In rain, the clouds to screen his head. +Thousands of years he thus endured +Till Brahma's favour was assured, +And the high Lord of living things +Looked kindly on his sufferings. +With trooping Gods the Sire came near +The king who plied his task austere: +“Blest Monarch, of a glorious race, +Thy fervent rites have won my grace. +Well hast thou wrought thine awful task: +Some boon in turn, O Hermit, ask.” +Bhagírath, rich in glory's light, +The hero with the arm of might, +Thus to the Lord of earth and sky +Raised suppliant hands and made reply: +“If the great God his favour deigns, +And my long toil its fruit obtains, +Let Sagar's sons receive from me +Libations that they long to see. +Let Ganga with her holy wave +The ashes of the heroes lave, +That so my kinsmen may ascend +To heavenly bliss that ne'er shall end. +And give, I pray, O God, a son, +Nor let my house be all undone. +Sire of the worlds! be this the grace +Bestowed upon Ikshvaku's race.” +The Sire, when thus the king had prayed, +In sweet kind words his answer made. +“High, high thy thought and wishes are, +Bhagírath of the mighty car! +Ikshvaku's line is blest in thee, +And as thou prayest it shall be. +Ganga, whose waves in Swarga196 flow, +Is daughter of the Lord of Snow. +Win Śiva that his aid be lent +To hold her in her mid descent, +For earth alone will never bear +Those torrents hurled from upper air; +And none may hold her weight but He, +The Trident wielding deity.” +Thus having said, the Lord supreme +Addressed him to the heavenly stream; +And then with Gods and Maruts197 went +To heaven above the firmament. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_410.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_410.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b10c91d9bb7eef19ba966091fc5a3528a4204928 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_410.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XIX. Vibhishan's Counsel. + +Then Rama's rising doubt was stilled, +And friendly thoughts his bosom filled. +Thus, deep in Scripture's lore, he spake: +“The suppliant will I ne'er forsake, +Nor my protecting aid refuse +When one in name of friendship sues. +Though faults and folly blot his fame, +Pity and help he still may claim.” +He ceased: Sugríva bowed his head +And pondered for a while, and said: +“Past number be his faults or few, +What think ye of the Rakshas who, +When threatening clouds of danger rise, +Deserts his brother's side and flies? +Say, Vanars, who may hope to find +True friendship in his faithless kind?” +The son of Raghu heard his speech: +He cast a hasty look on each +Of those brave Vanar chiefs, and while +Upon his lips there played a smile, +To Lakshman turned and thus expressed +The thoughts that moved his gallant breast: +“Well versed in Scripture's lore, and sage +And duly reverent to age, +Is he, with long experience stored, +Who counsels like this Vanar lord. +Yet here, methinks, for searching eyes +Some deeper, subtler matter lies. +To you and all the world are known +The perils of a monarch's throne, +While foe and stranger, kith and kin +By his misfortune trust to win. +By hope of such advantage led, +Vibhishan o'er the sea has fled. +He in his brother's stead would reign, +And our alliance seeks to gain; +And we his offer may embrace, +A stranger and of alien race. +But if he comes a spy and foe, +What power has he to strike a blow +In furtherance of his close design? +What is his strength compared with mine? +And can I, Vanar King, forget +The great, the universal debt, +Ever to aid and welcome those +Who pray for shelter, friends or foes? +Hast thou not heard the deathless praise +Won by the dove in olden days, +Who conquering his fear and hate +Welcomed the slayer of his mate, +And gave a banquet, to refresh +The weary fowler, of his flesh? +Now hear me, Vanar King, rehearse +What Kandu929 spoke in ancient verse, +Saint Kanva's son who loved the truth +And clave to virtue from his youth: +“Strike not the suppliant when he stands +And asks thee with beseeching hands +For shelter: strike him not although +He were thy father's mortal foe. +No, yield him, be he proud or meek, +The shelter which he comes to seek, +And save thy foeman, if the deed +Should cost thy life, in desperate need.” +And shall I hear the wretched cry, +And my protecting aid deny? +Shall I a suppliant's prayer refuse, +And heaven and glory basely lose? +No, I will do for honour sake +E'en as the holy Kandu spake, +Preserve a hero's name from stain, +And bliss in heaven and glory gain. +Bound by a solemn vow I sware +That all my saving help should share +Who sought me in distress and cried, +“Thou art my hope, and none beside.” +Then go, I pray thee, Vanar King, +Vibhishan to my presence bring, +Yea, were he Ravan's self, my vow +Forbids me to reject him now.” +He ceased: the Vanar king approved; +And Rama toward Vibhishan moved. +So moves, a brother God to greet, +Lord Indra from his heavenly seat. +[pg 441] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_411.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_411.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..98dde11adb4074396001e72c6d59df78395be880 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_411.txt @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +Canto XX. The Spies. + +When Raghu's son had owned his claim +Down from the air Vibhishan came, +And with his four attendants bent +At Rama's feet most reverent. +“O Rama,” thus he cried, “in me +Vibhishan, Ravan's brother see. +By him disgraced thine aid I seek, +Sure refuge of the poor and weak. +From Lanka, friends, and wealth I fly, +And reft of all on thee rely. +On thee, the wretch's firmest friend, +My kingdom, joys, and life depend.” +With glance of favour Rama eyed +The Rakshas chief and thus replied: +“First from thy lips I fain would hear +Each brighter hope, each darker fear. +Speak, stranger, that I well may know +The strength and weakness of the foe.” +He ceased: the Rakshas chief obeyed, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“O Prince, the Self-existent gave +This boon to Ravan; he may brave +All foes in fight; no fiend or snake, +Gandharva, God, his life may take. +His brother Kumbhakarna vies +In might with him who rules the skies. +The captain of his armies—fame +Perhaps has taught the warrior's name— +Is terrible Prahasta, who +King Manibhadra's930 self o'erthrew. +Where is the warrior found to face +Young Indrajít, when armed with brace +And guard931 and bow he stands in mail +And laughs at spear and arrowy hail? +Within his city Lanka dwell +Ten million giants fierce and fell, +Who wear each varied shape at will +And eat the flesh of those they kill. +These hosts against the Gods he led, +And heavenly might discomfited.” +Then Rama cried: “I little heed +Gigantic strength or doughty deed. +In spite of all their might has done +The king, the captain, and the son +Shall fall beneath my fury dead, +And thou shalt reign in Ravan's stead. +He, though in depths of earth he dwell, +Or seek protection down in hell, +Or kneel before the Sire supreme, +His forfeit life shall ne'er redeem. +Yea, by my brothers' lives I swear, +I will not to my home repair +Till Ravan and his kith and kin +Have paid in death the price of sin.” +Vibhishan bowed his head and cried: +“Thy conquering army will I guide +To storm the city of the foe, +And aid the tyrant's overthrow.” +Thus spake Vibhishan: Rama pressed +The Rakshas chieftain to his breast, +And cried to Lakshman: “Haste and bring +Sea-water for the new-made king.” +He spoke, and o'er Vibhishan's head +The consecrating drops were shed +Mid shouts that hailed with one accord +The giants' king and Lanka's lord. +“Is there no way,” Hanúman cried, +“No passage o'er the boisterous tide? +How may we lead the Vanar host +In triumph to the farther coast?” +“Thus,” said Vibhishan, “I advise: +Let Raghu's son in suppliant guise +Entreat the mighty Sea to lend +His succour and this cause befriend. +His channels, as the wise have told, +By Sagar's sons were dug of old,932 +Nor will high-thoughted Ocean scorn +A prince of Sagar's lineage born.” +He ceased; the prudent counsel won +The glad assent of Raghu's son. +Then on the ocean shore a bed +Of tender sacred grass was spread, +Where Rama at the close of day +Like fire upon an altar lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_412.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_412.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d3dd276e07f4711eb7a90f099a08056c53184fe --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_412.txt @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +Canto XXI. Ocean Threatened. + +Śardúla, Ravan's spy, surveyed +The legions on the strand arrayed. +And bore, his bosom racked with fear, +These tidings to the monarch's ear: +“They come, they come. A rushing tide, +Ten leagues they spread from side to side, +And on to storm thy city press, +Fierce rovers of the wilderness. +Rich in each princely power and grace, +The pride of Daśaratha's race, +Rama and Lakshman lead their bands, +And halt them on the ocean sands. +O Monarch, rise, this peril meet; +Risk not the danger of defeat. +[pg 442] +First let each wiser art be tried; +Bribe them, or win them, or divide.” +Such was the counsel of the spy: +And Ravan called to Śuka: “Fly, +Sugríva lord of Vanars seek, +And thus my kingly message speak: +“Great power and might and fame are thine, +Brave scion of a royal line, +King Riksharajas' son, in thee +A brother and a friend I see. +How wronged by me canst thou complain? +What profit here pretend to gain? +If from the wood the wife I stole +Of Rama of the prudent soul, +What cause hast thou to mourn the theft? +Thou art not injured or bereft. +Return, O King, thy steps retrace +And seek thy mountain dwelling-place. +No, never may thy hosts within +My Lanka's walls a footing win. +A mighty town whose strength defies +The gathered armies of the skies.” +He ceased: obedient Śuka heard; +With wings and plumage of a bird +He rose in eager speed and through +The air upon his errand flew. +Borne o'er the sea with rapid wing +He stood above the Vanar king, +And spoke aloud, sublime in air, +The message he was charged to bear. +The Vanar heard the words he spoke, +And quick redoubling stroke on stroke +On head and pinions hemmed him round +And bore him struggling to the ground. +The Rakshas wounded and distressed +These words to Raghu's son addressed: +“Quick, quick! This Vanar host restrain, +For heralds never must be slain. +To him alone, a wretch untrue, +The punishment of death is due +Who leaves his master's speech unsaid +And speaks another in its stead.” +Moved by the suppliant speech and prayer +Up sprang the prince and cried, forbear. +Saved from his wild assailant's blows +Again the Rakshas herald rose +And borne on light wings to the sky +Addressed Sugríva from on high: +“O Vanar Monarch, chief endued +With power and wonderous fortitude, +What answer is my king, the fear +And scourge of weeping worlds, to hear?” +“Go tell thy lord,” Sugríva cried, +“Thou, Rama's foe, art thus defied. +His arm the guilty Bali slew; +Thus, tyrant, shalt thou perish too. +Thy sons, thy friends, proud King, and all +Thy kith and kin with thee shall fall; +And, emptied of the giant's brood, +Burnt Lanka be a solitude. +Fly to the Sun-God's pathway, go +And hide thee deep in hell below: +In vain from Rama shalt thou flee +Though heavenly warriors fight for thee. +Thine arm subdued, securely bold, +The Vulture-king infirm and old: +But will thy puny strength avail +When Raghu's wrathful sons assail? +A captive in thy palace lies +The lady of the lotus eyes: +Thou knowest not how fierce and strong +Is he whom thou hast dared to wrong. +The best of Raghu's lineage, he +Whose conquering hand shall punish thee.” +He ceased: and Angad raised a cry; +“This is no herald but a spy. +Above thee from his airy post +His rapid eye surveyed our host, +Where with advantage he might scan +Our gathered strength from rear to van. +Bind him, Vanars, bind the spy, +Nor let him back to Lanka fly.” +They hurled the Rakshas to the ground, +They grasped his neck, his pinions bound, +And firmly held him while in vain +His voice was lifted to complain. +But Rama's heart inclined to spare, +He listened to his plaint and prayer, +And cried aloud: “O Vanars, cease; +The captive from his bonds release.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_413.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_413.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..018688c47315c3394bab2af3f7d1e2ce5562c793 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_413.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto XXII. Ocean Threatened. + +His hands in reverence Rama raised +And southward o'er the ocean gazed; +Then on the sacred grass that made +His lowly couch his limbs he laid. +His head on that strong arm reclined +Which Síta, best of womankind, +Had loved in happier days to hold +With soft arms decked with pearls and gold. +Then rising from his bed of grass, +“This day,” he cried, “the host shall pass +Triumphant to the southern shore, +Or Ocean's self shall be no more.” +Thus vowing in his constant breast +Again he turned him to his rest, +And there, his eyes in slumber closed, +Silent beside the sea reposed. +Thrice rose the Day-God thrice he set, +The lord of Ocean came not yet, +Thrice came the night, but Raghu's son +No answer by his service won. +To Lakshman thus the hero cried, +His eyes aflame with wrath and pride: +“In vain the softer gifts that grace +The good are offered to the base. +Long-suffering, patience, gentle speech +[pg 443] +Their thankless hearts can never reach. +The world to him its honour pays +Whose ready tongue himself can praise, +Who scorns the true, and hates the right, +Whose hand is ever raised to smite. +Each milder art is tried in vain: +It wins no glory, but disdain. +And victory owns no softer charm +Than might which nerves a warrior's arm. +My humble suit is still denied +By Ocean's overweening pride. +This day the monsters of the deep +In throes of death shall wildly leap. +My shafts shall rend the serpents curled +In caverns of the watery world, +Disclose each sunless depth and bare +The tangled pearl and coral there. +Away with mercy! at a time +Like this compassion is a crime. +Welcome, the battle and the foe! +My bow! my arrows and my bow! +This day the Vanars' feet shall tread +The conquered Sea's exhausted bed, +And he who never feared before +Shall tremble to his farthest shore.” +Red flashed his eyes with angry glow: +He stood and grasped his mighty bow, +Terrific as the fire of doom +Whose quenchless flames the world consume. +His clanging cord the archer drew, +And swift the fiery arrows flew +Fierce as the flashing levin sent +By him who rules the firmament. +Down through the startled waters sped +Each missile with its flaming head. +The foamy billows rose and sank, +And dashed upon the trembling bank. +Sea monsters of tremendous form +With crash and roar of thunder storm. +Still the wild waters rose and fell +Crowned with white foam and pearl and shell. +Each serpent, startled from his rest, +Raised his fierce eyes and glowing crest. +And prisoned Danavs933 where they dwelt +In depths below the terror felt. +Again upon his string he laid +A flaming shaft, but Lakshman stayed +His arm, with gentle reasoning tried +To soothe his angry mood, and cried: +“Brother, reflect: the wise control +The rising passions of the soul. +Let Ocean grant, without thy threat, +The boon on which thy heart is set. +That gracious lord will ne'er refuse +When Rama son of Raghu sues.” +He ceased: and voices from the air +Fell clear and loud, Spare, Rama, spare. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_414.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_414.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0af10ff5877065501bd8b35b0350fa7e3a03e754 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_414.txt @@ -0,0 +1,194 @@ +Canto XXIII. The Omens. + +With angry menace Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, the Sea addressed: +“With fiery flood of arrowy rain +Thy channels will I dry and drain. +And I and all the Vanar host +Will reach on foot the farther coast. +Thou shalt not from destruction save +The creatures of the teeming wave, +And lapse of time shall ne'er efface +The memory of the dire disgrace.” +Thus spoke the warrior, and prepared +The mortal shaft which never spared, +Known mystic weapon, by the name +Of Brahma, red with quenchless flame. +Great terror, as he strained the bow, +Struck heaven above and earth below. +Through echoing skies the thunder pealed, +And startled mountains rocked and reeled, +The earth was black with sudden night +And heaven was blotted from the sight. +Then ever and anon the glare +Of meteors shot through murky air, +And with a wild terrific sound +Red lightnings struck the trembling ground. +In furious gusts the fierce wind blew: +Tall trees it shattered and o'erthrew, +And, smiting with a giant's stroke, +Huge masses from the mountain broke. +A cry of terror long and shrill +Came from each valley, plain, and hill. +Each ruined dale, each riven peak +Re-echoed with a wail or shriek. +While Raghu's son undaunted gazed, +The waters of the deep were raised, +And, still uplifted more and more, +Leapt in wild flood upon the shore. +Still Rama looked upon the tide +And kept his post unterrified. +Then from the seething flood upreared +Majestic Ocean's form appeared, +As rising from his eastern height +Springs through the sky the Lord of Light. +Attendant on their monarch came +Sea serpents with their eyes aflame. +Like lazulite mid burning gold +His form was wondrous to behold. +Bright with each fairest precious stone +A chain about his neck was thrown. +Calm shone his lotus eyes beneath +The blossoms of his heavenly wreath, +And many a pearl and sea-born gem +Flashed in the monarch's diadem. +There Ganga, tributary queen, +And Sindhu934 by his lord, were seen, +[pg 444] +And every stream and brook renowned +In ancient story girt him round. +Then, as the waters rose and swelled, +The king with suppliant hands upheld, +His glorious head to Rama bent +And thus addressed him reverent: +“Air, ether, fire, earth, water, true +To nature's will, their course pursue; +And I, as ancient laws ordain, +Unfordable must still remain. +Yet, Raghu's son, my counsel hear: +I ne'er for love or hope or fear +Will pile my waters in a heap +And leave a pathway through the deep. +Still shall my care for thee provide +An easy passage o'er the tide, +And like a city's paven street +Shall be the road beneath thy feet.” +He ceased: and Rama spoke again: +“This spell is ne'er invoked in vain. +Where shall the magic shaft, to spend +The fury of its might, descend?” +“Shoot,” Ocean cried, “thine arrow forth +With all its fury to the north, +Where sacred Drumakulya lies, +Whose glory with thy glory vies. +There dwells a wild Abhíra935 race, +As vile in act as foul of face, +Fierce Dasyus936 who delight in ill, +And drink my tributary rill. +My soul no longer may endure +Their neighbourhood and touch impure. +At these, O son of Raghu, aim +Thine arrow with the quenchless flame.” +Swift from the bow, as Rama drew +His cord, the fiery arrow flew. +Earth groaned to feel the wound, and sent +A rush of water through the rent; +And famed for ever is the well +Of Vrana937 where the arrow fell. +Then every brook and lake beside +Throughout the region Rama dried. +But yet he gave a boon to bless +And fertilize the wilderness: +No fell disease should taint the air, +And sheep and kine should prosper there: +Earth should produce each pleasant root, +The stately trees should bend with fruit; +Oil, milk, and honey should abound, +And fragrant herbs should clothe the ground. +Then spake the king of brooks and seas +To Raghu's son in words like these: +“Now let a wondrous task be done +By Nala, Viśvakarma's son, +Who, born of one of Vanar race, +Inherits by his father's grace +A share of his celestial art. +Call Nala to perform his part, +And he, divinely taught and skilled, +A bridge athwart the sea shall build.” +He spoke and vanished. Nala, best +Of Vanar chiefs, the king addressed: +“O'er the deep sea where monsters play +A bridge, O Rama, will I lay; +For, sharer of my father's skill, +Mine is the power and mine the will. +'Tis vain to try each gentler art +To bribe and soothe the thankless heart; +In vain on such is mercy spent; +It yields to naught but punishment. +Through fear alone will Ocean now +A passage o'er his waves allow. +My mother, ere she bore her son, +This boon from Viśvakarma won: +“O Mandarí, thy child shall be +In skill and glory next to me.” +But why unbidden should I fill +Thine ear with praises of my skill? +Command the Vanar hosts to lay +Foundations for the bridge to-day.” +He spoke: and swift at Rama's hest +Up sprang the Vanars from their rest, +The mandate of the king obeyed +And sought the forest's mighty shade. +Unrooted trees to earth they threw, +And to the sea the timber drew. +The stately palm was bowed and bent, +Aśokas from the ground were rent, +And towering Sals and light bamboos, +And trees with flowers of varied hues, +With loveliest creepers wreathed and crowned, +Shook, reeled, and fell upon the ground. +With mighty engines piles of stone +And seated hills were overthrown: +Unprisoned waters sprang on high, +In rain descending from the sky: +And ocean with a roar and swell +Heaved wildly when the mountains fell. +Then the great bridge of wondrous strength +Was built, a hundred leagues in length. +Rocks huge as autumn clouds bound fast +With cordage from the shore were cast, +And fragments of each riven hill, +And trees whose flowers adorned them still. +Wild was the tumult, loud the din +As ponderous rocks went thundering in. +Ere set of sun, so toiled each crew, +Ten leagues and four the structure grew; +The labours of the second day +Gave twenty more of ready way, +And on the fifth, when sank the sun, +The whole stupendous work was done. +O'er the broad way the Vanars sped, +Nor swayed it with their countless tread. +[pg 445] +Exultant on the ocean strand +Vibhishan stood, and, mace in hand, +Longed eager for the onward way, +And chafed impatient at delay. +Then thus to Rama trained and tried +In battle King Sugríva cried: +“Come, Hanuman's broad back ascend; +Let Angad help to Lakshman lend. +These high above the sea shall bear +Their burthen through the ways of air.” +So, with Sugríva, borne o'erhead +Ikshvaku's sons the legions led. +Behind, the Vanar hosts pursued +Their march in endless multitude. +Some skimmed the surface of the wave, +To some the air a passage gave. +Amid their ceaseless roar the sound +Of Ocean's fearful voice was drowned, +As o'er the bridge by Nala planned +They hastened on to Lanka's strand, +Where, by the pleasant brooks, mid trees +Loaded with fruit, they took their ease. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_415.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_415.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..383b5ca3fc6eb1716d0f8a66dd0e262c3116a667 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_415.txt @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +Canto XXIV. The Spy's Return. + +Then Rama, peerless in the skill +That marks each sign of good and ill, +Strained his dear brother to his breast, +And thus with prudent words addressed: +“Now, Lakshman, by the water's side +In fruitful groves the host divide, +That warriors of each woodland race +May keep their own appointed place. +Dire is the danger: loss of friends, +Of Vanars and of bears, impends. +Distained with dust the breezes blow, +And earth is shaken from below. +The tall hills rock from foot to crown, +And stately trees come toppling down. +In threatening shape, with voice of fear, +The clouds like cannibals appear, +And rain in fitful torrents, red +With sanguinary drops, is shed. +Long streaks of lurid light invest +The evening skies from east to west. +And from the sun at times a ball +Of angry fire is seen to fall. +From every glen and brake is heard +The boding voice of beast and bird: +From den and lair night-prowlers run +And shriek against the falling sun. +Up springs the moon, but hot and red +Kills the sad night with woe and dread; +No gentle lustre, but the gloom +That heralds universal doom. +A cloud of dust and vapour mars +The beauty of the evening stars, +And wild and fearful is the sky +As though the wreck of worlds were nigh. +Around our heads in boding flight +Wheel hawk and vulture, crow and kite; +And every bird of happy note +Shrieks terror from his altered throat. +Sword, spear and shaft shall strew the plain +Dyed red with torrents of the slain. +To-day the Vanar troops shall close +Around the city of our foes.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_416.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_416.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fa069de5b72ba42dfaa40e7902a654a50da8a127 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_416.txt @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +Canto XXV. Ravan's Spies.938 + +As shine the heavens with autumn's moon +Refulgent in the height of noon, +So shone with light which Rama gave +That army of the bold and brave, +As from the sea it marched away +In war's magnificent array, +And earth was shaken by the beat +And trampling of unnumbered feet. +Then to the giants' ears were borne, +The mingled notes of drum and horn, +And clash of tambours smote the sky, +And shouting and the battle cry. +The sound of martial strains inspired +Each chieftain, and his bosom fired: +While giants from their walls replied, +And answering shouts the foe defied, +Then Rama looked on Lanka where +Bright banners floated in the air, +And, pierced with anguish at the view, +His loving thoughts to Síta flew. +“There, prisoned by the giant, lies +My lady of the tender eyes, +Like Rohiní the queen of stars +O'erpowered by the fiery Mars.” +Then turned he to his brother chief +And cried in agony of grief: +“See on the hill, divinely planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +The towers and domes of Lanka rise +In peerless beauty to the skies. +Bright from afar the city shines +With gleam of palaces and shrines, +Like pale clouds through the region spread +By Vishnu's self inhabited. +Fair gardens grow, and woods between +The stately domes are fresh and green, +Where trees their bloom and fruit display, +And sweet birds sing on every spray. +Each bird is mad with joy, and bees +Sing labouring in the bloomy trees +On branches by the breezes bowed, +Where the gay Koïl's voice is loud.” +This said, he ranged with warlike art +Each body of the host apart. +[pg 446] +“There in the centre,” Rama cried, +“Be Angad's place by Níla's side. +Let Rishabh of impetuous might +Be lord and leader on the right, +And Gandhamadan, next in rank, +Be captain of the farther flank. +Lakshman and I the hosts will lead, +And Jambavan of ursine breed, +With bold Sushen unused to fear, +And Vegadarśí, guide the rear.” +Thus Rama spoke: the chiefs obeyed; +And all the Vanar hosts arrayed +Showed awful as the autumn sky +When clouds embattled form on high. +Their arms were mighty trees o'erthrown, +And massy blocks of mountain stone. +One hope in every warlike breast, +One firm resolve, they onward pressed, +To die in fight or batter down +The walls and towers of Lanka's town. +Those marshalled legions Rama eyed, +And thus to King Sugríva cried: +“Now, Monarch, ere the hosts proceed, +Let Śuka, Ravan's spy, be freed.” +He spoke: the Vanar gave consent +And loosed him from imprisonment: +And Śuka, trembling and afraid, +His homeward way to Ravan made. +Loud laughed the lord of Lanka's isle: +“Where hast thou stayed this weary while? +Why is thy plumage marred, and why +Do twisted cords thy pinions tie? +Say, comest thou in evil plight +The victim of the Vanars' spite?” +He ceased: the spy his fear controlled, +And to the king his story told: +“I reached the ocean's distant shore, +Thy message to the king I bore. +In sudden wrath the Vanars rose, +They struck me down with furious blows; +They seized me helpless on the ground, +My plumage rent, my pinions bound. +They would not, headlong in their ire, +Consider, listen, or inquire; +So fickle, wrathful, rough and rude +Is the wild forest multitude. +There, marshalling the Vanar bands, +King Rama with Sugríva stands, +Rama the matchless warrior, who +Viradha and Kabandha slew, +Khara, and countless giants more, +And tracks his queen to Lanka's shore. +A bridge athwart the sea was cast, +And o'er it have his legions passed. +Hark! heralded by horns and drums +The terrible avenger comes. +E'en now the giants' isle he fills +With warriors huge as clouds and hills, +And burning with vindictive hate +Will thunder soon at Lanka's gate. +Yield or oppose him: choose between +Thy safety and the Maithil queen.” +He ceased: the tyrant's eyeballs blazed +With fury as his voice he raised: +“No, if the dwellers of the sky, +Gandharvas, fiends assail me, I +Will keep the Maithil lady still, +Nor yield her back for fear of ill. +When shall my shafts with iron hail +My foeman, Raghu's son, assail, +Thick as the bees with eager wing +Beat on the flowery trees of spring? +O, let me meet my foe at length, +And strip him of his vaunted strength, +Fierce as the sun who shines afar +Stealing the light of every star. +Strong as the sea's impetuous might +My ways are like the tempest's flight; +But Rama knows not this, or he +In terror from my face would flee.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_417.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_417.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9036091416dd8581ba09b2b1db655e563a93f60 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_417.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XXVI. The Vanar Chiefs. + +When Rama and the host he led +Across the sea had safely sped, +Thus Ravan, moved by wrath and pride, +To Śuka and to Saran cried: +“O counsellors, the Vanar host +Has passed the sea from coast to coast, +And Daśaratha's son has wrought +A wondrous deed surpassing thought. +And now in truth I needs must know +The strength and number of the foe. +Go ye, to Rama's host repair +And count me all the legions there. +Learn well what power each captain leads +His name and fame for warlike deeds. +Learn by what artist's wondrous aid +That bridge athwart the sea was made; +Learn how the Vanar host came o'er +And halted on the island shore. +Mark Rama son of Raghu well; +His valour, strength, and weapons tell. +Watch his advisers one by one, +And Lakshman, Raghu's younger son. +Learn with observant eyes, and bring +“Unerring tidings to your king. +He ceased: then swift in Vanar guise +Forth on their errand sped the spies. +They reached the Vanars, and, dismayed, +Their never-ending lines surveyd: +Nor would they try, in mere despair, +To count the countless legions there, +[pg 447] +That crowded valley, plain and hill, +That pressed about each cave and rill. +Though sea-like o'er the land were spread +The endless hosts which Rama led, +The bridge by thousands yet was lined, +And eager myriads pressed behind. +But sage Vibhishan's watchful eyes +Had marked the giants in disguise. +He gave command the pair to seize, +And told the tale in words like these: +“O Rama these, well known erewhile, +Are giant sons of Lanka's isle, +Two counsellors of Ravan sent +To watch the invading armament.” +Vibhishan ceased: at Rama's look +The Rakshas envoys quailed and shook; +Then suppliant hand to hand they pressed +And thus Ikshvaku's son addressed: +“O Rama, bear the truth we speak: +Our monarch Ravan bade us seek +The Vanar legions and survey +Their numbers, strength, and vast array.” +Then Rama, friend and hope and guide +Of suffering creatures, thus replied: +“Now giants, if your eyes have scanned +Our armies, numbering every band, +Marked lord and chief, and gazed their fill, +Return to Ravan when ye will. +If aught remain, if aught anew +Ye fain would scan with closer view, +Vibhishan, ready at your call, +Will lead you forth and show you all. +Think not of bonds and capture; fear +No loss of life, no peril here: +For, captive, helpless and unarmed, +An envoy never should be harmed. +Again to Lanka's town repair, +Speed to the giant monarch there, +And be these words to Ravan told, +Fierce brother of the Lord of Gold: +“Now, tyrant, tremble for thy sin: +Call up thy friends, thy kith and kin, +And let the power and might be seen +Which made thee bold to steal my queen. +To-morrow shall thy mournful eye +Behold thy bravest warriors die, +And Lanka's city, tower and wall, +Struck by my fiery shafts, will fall. +Then shall my vengeful blow descend +Its rage on thee and thine to spend, +Fierce as the fiery bolt that flew +From heaven against the Danav crew, +Mid those rebellious demons sent +By him who rules the firmament.” +Thus spake Ikshvaku's son, and ceased: +The giants from their bonds released +Lauded the King with glad accord, +And hasted homeward to their lord. +Before the tyrant side by side +Śuka and Saran stood and cried: +“Vibhishan seized us, King, and fain +His helpless captives would have slain. +But glorious Rama saw us; he, +Great-hearted hero, made us free. +There in one spot our eyes beheld +Four chiefs on earth unparalleled, +Who with the guardian Gods may vie +Who rule the regions of the sky. +There Rama stood, the boast and pride +Of Raghu's race, by Lakshman's side. +There stood the sage Vibhishan, there +Sugríva strong beyond compare. +These four alone can batter down +Gate, rampart, wall, and Lanka's town. +Nay, Rama matchless in his form, +A single foe, thy town would storm: +So wondrous are his weapons, he +Needs not the succour of the three. +Why speak we of the countless train +That fills the valley, hill and plain, +The millions of the Vanar breed +Whom Rama and Sugríva lead? +O King, be wise, contend no more, +And Síta to her lord restore.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_418.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_418.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..306f6dbf1c93f2329aa9b2ef749ce3058868bad3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_418.txt @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +Canto XXVII. The Vanar Chiefs. + +“Not if the Gods in heaven who dwell, +Gandharvas, and the fiends of hell +In banded opposition rise +Against me, will I yield my prize. +Still trembling from the ungentle touch +Of Vanar hands ye fear too much, +And bid me, heedless of the shame, +Give to her lord the Maithil dame.” +Thus spoke the king in stern reproof; +Then mounted to his palace roof +Aloft o'er many a story raised, +And on the lands beneath him gazed. +There by his faithful spies he stood +And looked on sea and hill and wood. +There stretched before him far away +The Vanars' numberless array: +Scarce could the meadows' tender green +Beneath their trampling feet be seen. +He looked a while with furious eye, +Then questioned thus the nearer spy: +“Bend, Saran, bend thy gaze, and show +The leaders of the Vanar foe. +Tell me their heroes' names, and teach +The valour, power and might of each.” +Obedient Saran eyed the van, +The leaders marked, and thus began: +“That chief conspicuous at the head +Of warriors in the forest bred, +Who hither bends his ruthless eye +And shouts his fearful battle cry: +[pg 448] +Whose voice with pealing thunder shakes +All Lanka, with the groves and lakes +And hills that tremble at the sound, +Is Níla, for his might renowned: +First of the Vanar lords controlled +By King Sugríva lofty-souled. +He who his mighty arm extends, +And his fierce eye on Lanka bends, +In stature like a stately tower, +In colour like a lotus flower, +Who with his wild earth-shaking cries +Thee, Ravan, to the field defies, +Is Angad, by Sugríva's care +Anointed his imperial heir: +In wondrous strength, in martial fire +Peer of King Bali's self, his sire; +For Rama's sake in arms arrayed +Like Varun called to Śakra's aid. +Behind him, girt by warlike bands, +Nala the mighty Vanar stands, +The son of Viśvakarma, he +Who built the bridge athwart the sea. +Look farther yet, O King, and mark +That chieftain clothed in Sandal bark. +'Tis Śweta, famed among his peers, +A sage whom all his race reveres. +See, in Sugríva's ear he speaks, +Then, hasting back, his post reseeks, +And turns his practised eye to view +The squadrons he has formed anew. +Next Kumud stands who roamed of yore +On Gomatí's939 delightful shore, +Feared where the waving woods invest +His seat on Mount Sanrochan's crest. +Next him a chieftain strong and dread, +Comes Chanḍa at his legions' head; +Exulting in his warrior might +He hastens, burning for the fight, +And boasts that his unaided powers +Shall cast to earth thy walls and towers. +Mark, mark that chief of lion gait, +Who views thee with a glance of hate +As though his very eyes would burn +The city walls to which they turn: +'Tis Rambha, Vanar king; he dwells +In Krishnagiri's tangled dells, +Where Vindhya's pleasant slopes are spread +And fair Sudarśan lifts his head. +There, listening with erected ears, +Śarabha, mighty chief, appears. +His soul is burning for the strife, +Nor dreads the jeopardy of life. +He trembles as he moves, for ire, +And bends around his glance of fire. +Next, like a cloud that veils the skies, +A chieftain of terrific size, +Conspicuous mid the Vanars, comes +With battle shout like rolling drums, +'Tis Panas, trained in war and tried, +Who dwells on Pariyatra's side. +He, far away, the chief who throws +A glory o'er the marshalled rows +That ranged behind their captain stand +Exulting on the ocean strand, +Is Vinata the fierce in fight, +Preëminent like Dardur's height. +That chieftain bending down to drink +On lovely Vena's verdant brink, +Is Krathan; now he lifts his eyes +And thee to mortal fray defies. +Next Gavaya comes, whose haughty mind +Scorns all the warriors of his kind. +He comes to trample—such his boast— +On Lanka with his single host.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_419.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_419.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..17334be30ec0b60f33dbdb7f028700abcaa13422 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_419.txt @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +Canto XXVIII. The Chieftains. + +“Yet more remain, brave chiefs who stake +Their noble lives for Rama's sake. +See, glorious, golden-coated, one +Who glisters like the morning sun, +Whom thousands of his race surround, +'Tis Hara for his strength renowned. +Next comes a mighty chieftain, he +Whose legions, armed with rock and tree, +Press on, in numbers passing tale, +The ramparts of our town to scale. +O Ravan, see the king advance +Terrific with his fiery glance, +Girt by the bravest of his train, +Majestic as the God of Rain, +Parjanya, when his host of clouds +About the king, embattled, crowds: +On Rikshavan's high mountain nursed, +In Narmada940 he slakes his thirst, +Dhúmra, proud ursine chief, who leads +Wild warriors whom the forest breeds. +His brother, next in strength and age, +In Jambavan the famous sage. +Of yore his might and skill he lent +To him who rules the firmament, +And Indra's liberal boons repaid +The chieftain for the timely aid. +There like a gloomy cloud that flies +Borne by the tempest through the skies, +Pramathí stands: he roamed of yore +The forest wilds on Ganga's shore, +Where elephants were struck with dread +And trembling at his coming fled. +There on his foes he loved to sate +The old hereditary hate.941 +[pg 449] +Look, Gaja and Gavaksha show +Their lust of battle with the foe. +See Nala burning for the fray, +And Níla chafing at delay. +Behind the eager captains press +Wild hosts in numbers numberless, +And each for Rama's sake would fall +Or force his way through Lanka's wall.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_42.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_42.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00f9f49a8940feb820670e7a4b8c32e8dd780efd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_42.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ +Canto XLV. The Quest Of The Amrit. + +The Lord of life the skies regained: +The fervent king a year remained +With arms upraised, refusing rest +While with one toe the earth he pressed, +Still as a post, with sleepless eye, +The air his food, his roof the sky. +The year had past. Then Uma's lord,198 +King of creation, world adored, +Thus spoke to great Bhagírath: “I, +Well pleased thy wish will gratify, +And on my head her waves shall fling +The daughter of the Mountains' King!” +He stood upon the lofty crest +That crowns the Lord of Snow, +And bade the river of the Blest +Descend on earth below. +Himalaya's child, adored of all, +The haughty mandate heard, +And her proud bosom, at the call, +With furious wrath was stirred. +Down from her channel in the skies +With awful might she sped +With a giant's rush, in a giant's size, +On Śiva's holy head. +“He calls me,” in her wrath she cried, +“And all my flood shall sweep +And whirl him in its whelming tide +To hell's profoundest deep.” +He held the river on his head, +And kept her wandering, where, +Dense as Himalaya's woods, were spread +The tangles of his hair. +[pg 055] +No way to earth she found, ashamed, +Though long and sore she strove, +Condemned, until her pride were tamed, +Amid his locks to rove. +There, many lengthening seasons through, +The wildered river ran: +Bhagírath saw it, and anew +His penance dire began. +Then Śiva, for the hermit's sake, +Bade her long wanderings end, +And sinking into Vindu's lake +Her weary waves descend. +From Ganga, by the God set free, +Seven noble rivers came; +Hladiní, Pavaní, and she +Called Naliní by name: +These rolled their lucid waves along +And sought the eastern side. +Suchakshu, Síta fair and strong, +And Sindhu's mighty tide—199 +These to the region of the west +With joyful waters sped: +The seventh, the brightest and the best, +Flowed where Bhagírath led. +On Śiva's head descending first +A rest the torrents found: +Then down in all their might they burst +And roared along the ground. +On countless glittering scales the beam +Of rosy morning flashed, +Where fish and dolphins through the stream +Fallen and falling dashed. +Then bards who chant celestial lays +And nymphs of heavenly birth +Flocked round upon that flood to gaze +That streamed from sky to earth. +The Gods themselves from every sphere, +Incomparably bright, +Borne in their golden cars drew near +To see the wondrous sight. +The cloudless sky was all aflame +With the light of a hundred suns +Where'er the shining chariots came +That bore those holy ones. +So flashed the air with crested snakes +And fish of every hue +As when the lightning's glory breaks +Through fields of summer blue. +And white foam-clouds and silver spray +Were wildly tossed on high, +Like swans that urge their homeward way +Across the autumn sky. +Now ran the river calm and clear +With current strong and deep: +Now slowly broadened to a mere, +Or scarcely seemed to creep. +Now o'er a length of sandy plain +Her tranquil course she held; +Now rose her waves and sank again, +By refluent waves repelled. +So falling first on Śiva's head, +Thence rushing to their earthly bed, +In ceaseless fall the waters streamed, +And pure with holy lustre gleamed. +Then every spirit, sage, and bard, +Condemned to earth by sentence hard, +Pressed eagerly around the tide +That Śiva's touch had sanctified. +Then they whom heavenly doom had hurled, +Accursed, to this lower world, +Touched the pure wave, and freed from sin +Resought the skies and entered in. +And all the world was glad, whereon +The glorious water flowed and shone, +For sin and stain were banished thence +By the sweet river's influence. +First, in a car of heavenly frame, +The royal saint of deathless name, +Bhagírath, very glorious rode, +And after him fair Ganga flowed. +God, sage, and bard, the chief in place +Of spirits and the Naga race, +Nymph, giant, fiend, in long array +Sped where Bhagírath led the way; +And all the hosts the flood that swim +Followed the stream that followed him. +Where'er the great Bhagírath led, +There ever glorious Ganga fled, +The best of floods, the rivers' queen, +Whose waters wash the wicked clean. +It chanced that Jahnu, great and good, +Engaged with holy offerings stood; +The river spread her waves around +Flooding his sacrificial ground. +The saint in anger marked her pride, +And at one draught her stream he dried. +Then God, and sage, and bard, afraid, +To noble high-souled Jahnu prayed, +And begged that he would kindly deem +His own dear child that holy stream. +Moved by their suit, he soothed their fears +And loosed her waters from his ears. +Hence Ganga through the world is styled +Both Jahnavi and Jahnu's child. +Then onward still she followed fast, +And reached the great sea bank at last. +Thence deep below her way she made +To end those rites so long delayed. +The monarch reached the Ocean's side, +And still behind him Ganga hied. +He sought the depths which open lay +Where Sagar's sons had dug their way. +So leading through earth's nether caves +The river's purifying waves, +[pg 056] +Over his kinsmen's dust the lord +His funeral libation poured. +Soon as the flood their dust bedewed, +Their spirits gained beatitude, +And all in heavenly bodies dressed +Rose to the skies' eternal rest. +Then thus to King Bhagírath said +Brahma, when, coming at the head +Of all his bright celestial train, +He saw those spirits freed from stain: +“Well done! great Prince of men, well done! +Thy kinsmen bliss and heaven have won. +The sons of Sagar mighty-souled, +Are with the Blest, as Gods, enrolled, +Long as the Ocean's flood shall stand +Upon the border of the land, +So long shall Sagar's sons remain, +And, godlike, rank in heaven retain. +Ganga thine eldest child shall be, +Called from thy name Bhagirathí; +Named also—for her waters fell +From heaven and flow through earth and hell— +Tripathaga, stream of the skies, +Because three paths she glorifies. +And, mighty King, 'tis given thee now +To free thee and perform thy vow. +No longer, happy Prince, delay +Drink-offerings to thy kin to pay. +For this the holiest Sagar sighed, +But mourned the boon he sought denied. +Then Anśuman, dear Prince! although +No brighter name the world could show, +Strove long the heavenly flood to gain +To visit earth, but strove in vain. +Nor was she by the sages' peer, +Blest with all virtues, most austere, +Thy sire Dilípa, hither brought, +Though with fierce prayers the boon he sought. +But thou, O King, earned success, +And won high fame which God will bless. +Through thee, O victor of thy foes, +On earth this heavenly Ganga flows, +And thou hast gained the meed divine +That waits on virtue such as thine. +Now in her ever holy wave +Thyself, O best of heroes, lave: +So shalt thou, pure from every sin, +The blessed fruit of merit win. +Now for thy kin who died of yore +The meet libations duly pour. +Above the heavens I now ascend: +Depart, and bliss thy steps attend.” +Thus to the mighty king who broke +His foemens' might, Lord Brahma spoke, +And with his Gods around him rose +To his own heaven of blest repose. +The royal sage no more delayed, +But, the libation duly paid, +Home to his regal city hied +With water cleansed and purified. +There ruled he his ancestral state, +Best of all men, most fortunate. +And all the people joyed again +In good Bhagírath's gentle reign. +Rich, prosperous, and blest were they, +And grief and sickness fled away. +Thus, Rama, I at length have told +How Ganga came from heaven of old. +Now, for the evening passes swift, +I wish thee each auspicious gift. +This story of the flood's descent +Will give—for 'tis most excellent— +Wealth, purity, fame, length of days, +And to the skies its hearers raise” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_420.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_420.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c5bb88b948c6272ba83ab01282861eb39303e7be --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_420.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto XXIX. Sardúla Captured. + +There Saran ceased: then Śuka broke +The silence and to Ravan spoke: +“O Monarch, yonder chiefs survey: +Like elephants in size are they, +And tower like stately trees that grow +Where Ganga's nursing waters flow; +Yea, tall as mountain pines that fling +Long shadows o'er the snow-crowned king. +They all in wild Kishkindha dwell +And serve their lord Sugríva well. +The Gods' and bright Gandharvas' seed, +They take each form that suits their need. +Now farther look, O Monarch, where +Those chieftains stand, a glorious pair, +Conspicuous for their godlike frames; +Dwivid and Mainda are their names. +Their lips the drink of heaven have known, +And Brahma claims them for his own. +That chieftain whom thine eyes behold +Refulgent like a hill of gold, +Before whose wrathful might the sea +Roused from his rest would turn and flee, +The peerless Vanar, he who came +To Lanka for the Maithil dame, +The Wind-God's son Hanuman; thou +Hast seen him once, behold him now. +Still nearer let thy glance be bent, +And mark that prince preëminent +Mid chieftains for his strength and size +And splendour of his lotus eyes. +Far through the worlds his virtues shine, +The glory of Ikshvaku's line. +The path of truth he never leaves, +And still through all to duty cleaves. +Deep in the Vedas, skilled to wield +The mystic shafts to him revealed: +Whose flaming darts to heaven ascend, +And through the earth a passage rend: +In might like him who rules the sky; +Like Yama, when his wrath grows high: +Whose queen, the darling of his soul, +Thy magic art deceived and stole: +There royal Rama stands and longs +For battle to avenge his wrongs. +Near on his right a prince, in hue +Like pure gold freshly burnished, view: +Broad is his chest, his eye is red, +His black hair curls about his head: +'Tis Lakshman, faithful friend, who shares +His brother's joys, his brother's cares. +By Rama's side he loves to stand +And serve him as his better hand, +For whose dear sake without a sigh +The warrior youth would gladly die. +On Rama's left Vibhishan view, +With giants for his retinue: +King-making drops have dewed his head, +Appointed monarch in thy stead. +Behold that chieftain sternly still, +High towering like a rooted hill, +Supreme in power and pride of place, +The monarch of the Vanar race. +Raised high above his woodland kind, +In might and glory, frame and mind, +His head above his host he shows +Conspicuous as the Lord of Snows. +His home is far from hostile eyes +Where deep in woods Kishkindha lies. +A glistering chain which flowers bedeck +With burnished gold adorns his neck. +Queen Fortune, loved by Gods and kings, +To him her chosen favourite clings. +That chain he owes to Rama's grace, +And Tara and his kingly place. +In him the great Sugríva know, +Whom Rama rescued from his foe.”942 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_421.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_421.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..24b68f8f965aa710254551e7d2689066b4c637ea --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_421.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +Canto XXX. Sardúla's Speech. + +The giant viewed with earnest ken +The Vanars and the lords of men; +Then thus, with grief and anger moved, +In bitter tone the spies reproved: +“Can faithful servants hope to please +Their master with such fates as these? +Or hope ye with wild words to wring +The bosom of your lord and king? +Such words were better said by those +Who come arrayed our mortal foes. +In vain your ears have heard the sage, +And listened to the lore of age, +Untaught, though lectured many a day, +The first great lesson, to obey, +'Tis marvel Ravan reigns and rules +Whose counsellors are blind and fools. +Has death no terrors that ye dare +To tempt your monarch to despair, +[pg 450] +From whose imperial mandate flow +Disgrace and honour, weal and woe? +Yea, forest trees, when flames are fanned +About their scorching trunks, may stand; +But naught can set the sinner free +When kings the punishment decree. +I would not in mine anger spare +The traitorous foe-praising pair, +But years of faithful service plead +For pardon, and they shall not bleed. +Henceforth to me be dead: depart, +Far from my presence and my heart.” +Thus spoke the angry king: the two +Cried, Long live Ravan, and withdrew, +The giant monarch turned and cried +To strong Mahodar at his side: +“Go thou, and spies more faithful bring. +More duteous to their lord the king.” +Swift at his word Mahodar shed, +And came returning at the head +Of long tried messengers, who bent +Before their monarch reverent. +“Go quickly hence,” said Ravan “scan +With keenest eyes the foeman's plan. +Learn who, as nearest friends, advise +And mould each secret enterprise. +Learn when he wakes and goes to rest, +Sound every purpose of his breast. +Learn what the prince intends to-day: +Watch keenly all, and come away.” +With joy they heard the words he said: +Then with Śardúla at their head +About the giant king they went +With circling paces reverent. +By fair Suvela's grassy side +The chiefs of Raghu's race they spied, +Where, shaded by the waving wood, +Vibhishan and Sugríva stood. +A while they rested there and viewed +The Vanars' countless multitude. +Vibhishan with observant eyes +Knew at a glance the giant spies, +And bade the warriors of his train +Bind the rash foes with cord and chain: +“Śardúla's is the sin,” he cried. +He neath the Vanars' hands had died, +But Rama from their fury freed +The captive in his utmost need, +And, merciful at sight of woe, +Loosed all the spies and bade them go. +Then home to Lanka's monarch fled +The giant chiefs discomfited. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_422.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_422.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7f1461aa8e9d202f2849eb2838abf1bb3b361c21 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_422.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +Canto XXXI. The Magic Head. + +They told their lord that Rama still +Lay waiting by Suvela's hill. +The tyrant, flushed with angry glow, +Heard of the coming of the foe, +And thus with close inquiry pressed +Śardúla spokesman for the rest: +“Why art thou sad, night-rover? speak: +Has grief or terror changed thy cheek? +Have the wild Vanars' hostile bands +Assailed thee with their mighty hands?” +Śardúla heard, but scarce might speak; +His trembling tones were faint and weak: +“O Giant King, in vain we try +The purpose of the foe to spy. +Their strength and number none may tell, +And Rama guards his legions well. +He leaves no hope to prying eyes, +And parley with the chiefs denies: +Each road and path a Vanar guard, +Of mountain size, has closed and barred. +Soon as my feet an entrance found +By giants was I seized and bound, +And wounded sore I fell beneath +Their fists and knees and hands and teeth. +Then trembling, bleeding, wellnigh dead +To Rama's presence was I led. +He in his mercy stooped to save, +And freedom to the captive gave. +With rocks and shattered mountains he +Has bridged his way athwart the sea, +And he and all his legions wait +Embattled close to Lanka's gate. +Soon will the host thy wall assail, +And, swarming on, the rampart scale. +Now, O my King, his consort yield, +Or arm thee with the sword and shield. +This choice is left thee: choose between +Thy safety and the Maithil queen.”943 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_423.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_423.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f7a3417823780e5a9d17459750709f938ad046b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_423.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +Canto XXXII. Síta's Lament. + +The tyrant's troubled eye confessed +The secret fear that filled his breast. +With dread of coming woe dismayed +He called his counsellors to aid; +Then sternly silent, deep in thought, +His chamber in the palace sought. +Then, as the surest hope of all, +The monarch bade his servants call +[pg 451] +Vidyujjihva, whom magic skill +Made master of the means of ill. +Then spake the lord of Lanka's isle: +“Come, Síta with thine arts beguile. +With magic skill and deftest care +A head like Rama's own prepare. +This head, long shafts and mighty bow, +To Janak's daughter will we show.” +He ceased: Vidyujjihva obeyed, +And wondrous magic skill displayed; +And Ravan for the art he showed +An ornament of price bestowed. +Then to the grove where Síta lay +The lord of Lanka took his way. +Pale, wasted, weeping, on the ground +The melancholy queen he found, +Whose thoughts in utmost stress of ill +Were fixed upon her husband still. +The giant king approached the dame, +Declared in tones of joy his name; +Then heeding naught her wild distress +Bespake her, stern and pitiless: +“The prince to whom thy fancies cling +Though loved and wooed by Lanka's king, +Who slew the noble Khara,—he +Is slain by warriors sent by me. +Thy living root is hewn away, +Thy scornful pride is tamed to-day. +Thy lord in battle's front has died, +And Síta shall be Ravan's bride. +Hence, idle thoughts: thy hope is fled; +What wilt thou, Síta, with the dead? +Rise, child of Janak, rise and be +The queen of all my queens and me. +Incline thine ear, and I will tell, +Dear lady, how thy husband fell. +He bridged his way across the sea +With countless troops to fight with me. +The setting sun had flushed the west +When on the shore they took their rest. +Weary with toil no watch they kept, +Securely on the sands they slept. +Prahasta's troops assailed our foes, +And smote them in their deep repose. +Scarce could their bravest prove their might: +They perished in the dark of night. +Axe, spear, and sword, directed well, +Upon the sleeping myriads fell. +First in the fight Prahasta's sword +Reft of his head thy slumbering lord. +Roused at the din Vibhishan rose, +The captive of surrounding foes, +And Lakshman through the woods that spread +Around him with his Vanars fled. +Hanúman fell: one deadly stroke +The neck of King Sugríva broke, +And Mainda sank, and Dwivid lay +Gasping in blood his life away. +The Vanars died, or fled dispersed +Like cloudlets when the storm has burst. +Some rose aloft in air, and more +Ran to the sea and filled the shore. +On shore, in woods, on hill and plain +Our conquering giants left the slain. +Thus my victorious host o'erthrew +The Vanars, and thy husband slew: +See, rudely stained with dust, and red +With dropping blood, the severed head.” +Then, turning to a Rakshas slave, +The ruthless king his mandate gave, +And straight Vidyujjihva who bore +The head still wet with dripping gore, +The arrows and the mighty bow, +Bent down before his master low. +“Vidyujjihva,” cried Ravan, “place +The head before the lady's face, +And let her see with weeping eyes +That low in death her husband lies.” +Before the queen the giant laid +The beauteous head his art had made. +And Ravan cried: “Thine eyes will know +These arrows and the mighty bow. +With fame of this by Rama strung +The earth and heaven and hell have rung. +Prahasta brought it hither when +His hand had slain thy prince of men. +Now, widowed Queen, thy hopes resign: +Forget thy husband and be mine.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_424.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_424.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8669a75ade2c9866f3cd72065bfff23804b27144 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_424.txt @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +Canto XXXIII. Sarama. + +Again her eyes with tears o'erflowed: +She gazed upon the head he showed, +Gazed on the bow so famed of yore, +The glorious bow which Rama bore. +She gazed upon his cheek and brows, +The eyes of her beloved spouse; +His lips, the lustre of his hair, +The priceless gem that glittered there. +The features of her lord she knew, +And, pierced with anguish at the view, +She lifted up her voice and cried: +“Kaikeyí, art thou satisfied? +Now all thy longings are fulfilled; +The joy of Raghu's race is killed, +And ruined is the ancient line, +Destroyer, by that fraud of thine. +Ah, what offence, O cruel dame, +What fault in Rama couldst thou blame, +To drive him clad in hermit dress +With Síta to the wilderness?” +Great trembling seized her frame, and she +Fell like a stricken plantain tree. +As lie the dead she lay; at length +Slowly regaining sense and strength, +On the dear head she fixed her eye +[pg 452] +And cried with very bitter cry: +“Ah, when thy cold dead cheek I view, +My hero, I am murdered too. +Then first a faithful woman's eyes +See sorrow, when her husband dies. +When thou, my lord, wast nigh to save, +Some stealthy hand thy death wound gave. +Thou art not dead: rise, hero, rise; +Long life was thine, as spake the wise +Whose words, I ween, are ever true, +For faith lies open to their view. +Ah lord, and shall thy head recline +On earth's cold breast, forsaking mine, +Counting her chill lap dearer far +Than I and my caresses are? +Ah, is it thus these eyes behold +Thy famous bow adorned with gold, +Whereon of yore I loved to bind +Sweet garlands that my hands had twined? +And hast thou sought in heaven a place +Amid the founders of thy race, +Where in the home deserved so well +Thy sires and Daśaratha dwell? +Or dost thou shine a brighter star +In skies where blest immortals are, +Forsaking in thy lofty scorn +The race wherein thy sires were born? +Turn to my gaze, O turn thine eye: +Why are thy cold lips silent, why? +When first we met as youth and maid, +When in thy hand my hand was laid, +Thy promise was thy steps should be +Through life in duty's path with me. +Remember, faithful still, thy vow, +And take me with thee even now. +Is that broad bosom where I hung, +That neck to which I fondly clung, +Where flowery garlands breathed their scent +By hungry dogs and vultures rent? +Shall no funereal honours grace +The parted lord of Raghu's race, +Whose bounty liberal fees bestowed, +For whom the fires of worship glowed? +Kauśalya wild with grief will see +One sole survivor of the three +Who in their hermit garments went +To the dark woods in banishment. +Then at her cry shall Lakshman tell +How, slain by night, the Vanars fell; +How to thy side the giants crept, +And slew the hero as he slept. +Thy fate and mine the queen will know, +And broken-hearted die of woe. +For my unworthy sake, for mine, +Rama, the glory of his line, +Who bridged his way across the main, +Is basely in a puddle slain; +And I, the graceless wife he wed, +Have brought this ruin on his head. +Me, too, on him, O Ravan, slay: +The wife beside her husband lay. +By his dear body let me rest, +Cheek close to cheek and breast to breast, +My happy eyes I then will close, +And follow whither Rama goes.” +Thus cried the miserable dame; +When to the king a warder came, +Before the giant monarch bowed +And said that, followed by a crowd +Of counsellors and lords of state, +Prahasta stood before the gate, +And, sent by some engrossing care, +Craved audience of his master there. +The anxious tyrant left his seat +And hastened forth the chief to meet: +Then summoning his nobles all, +Took counsel in his regal hall. +When Lanka's lord had left the queen, +The head and bow no more were seen. +The giant king his nobles eyed, +And, terrible as Yama, cried: +“O faithful lords, the time is come: +Gather our hosts with beat of drum. +Nigh to the town our foeman draws: +Be prudent, nor reveal the cause.” +The nobles listened and obeyed: +Swift were the gathered troops arrayed, +And countless rovers of the night +Stood burning for the hour of fight. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_425.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_425.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d21c21949a255dd505aa0a46c4ebd1e06f48cfdb --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_425.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Canto XXXIV. Sarama's Tidings. + +But Sarama, of gentler mood, +With pitying eyes the mourner viewed, +Stole to her side and softly told +Glad tidings that her heart consoled, +Revealing with sweet voice and smile +The secret of the giant's guile. +She, one of those who night and day +Watching in turns by Síta lay, +Though Rakshas born felt pity's touch, +And loved the hapless lady much. +“I heard,” she said, “thy bitter cry, +Heard Ravan's speech and thy reply, +For, hiding in the thicket near, +No word or tone escaped mine ear. +When Ravan hastened forth I bent +My steps to follow as he went, +And learnt the secret cause that drove +The monarch from the Aśoka grove. +Believe me, Queen, thou needst not weep +For Rama slaughtered in his sleep. +Thy lion lord of men defies +By day attack, by night surprise. +Can even giants slay with ease +Vast hosts who fight with brandished trees, +For whom, with eye that never sleeps, +His constant watch thy Rama keeps? +[pg 453] +Lord of the mighty arm and chest, +Of earthly warriors first and best, +Whose fame through all the regions rings, +Proud scion of a hundred kings; +Who guards his life and loves to lend +His saving succour to a friend: +Whose bow no hand but his can strain,— +Thy lord, thy Rama is not slain. +Obedient to his master's will, +A great magician, trained in ill, +With deftest art surpassing thought +That marvellous illusion wrought. +Let rising hope thy grief dispel: +Look up and smile, for all is well, +And gentle Lakshmí, Fortune's Queen, +Regards thee with a favouring mien. +Thy Rama with his Vanar train +Has thrown a bridge athwart the main, +Has led his countless legions o'er, +And ranged them on this southern shore. +These eyes have seen the hero stand +Girt by his hosts on Lanka's strand, +And breathless spies each moment bring +Fresh tidings to the giant king; +And every peer and lord of state +Is called to counsel and debate.” +She ceased: the sound, long loud and clear, +Of gathering armies smote her ear, +Where call of drum and shell rang out, +The tambour and the battle shout; +And, while the din the echoes woke, +Again to Janak's child she spoke: +“Hear, lady, hear the loud alarms +That call the Rakshas troops to arms, +From stable and from stall they lead +The elephant and neighing steed, +Brace harness on with deftest care, +And chariots for the fight prepare. +Swift o'er the trembling ground career +Mailed horsemen armed with axe and spear, +And here and there in road and street +The terrible battalions meet. +I hear the gathering near and far, +The snorting steed, the rattling car. +Bold chieftains, leaders of the brave, +Press densely on, like wave on wave, +And bright the evening sunbeams glance +On helm and shield, on sword and lance. +Hark, lady, to the ringing steel, +Hark to the rolling chariot wheel: +Hark to the mettled courser's neigh +And drums' loud thunder far away. +The Queen of Fortune holds thee dear, +For Lanka's troops are struck with fear, +And Rama with the lotus eyes, +Like Indra monarch of the skies, +With conquering arm will slay his foe +And free his lady from her woe. +Soon will his breast support thy head, +And tears of joy thine eyes will shed. +Soon by his mighty arm embraced +The long-lost rapture wilt thou taste, +And Rama, meet for highest bliss, +Will gain his guerdon in thy kiss.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_426.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_426.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..22847f05461cf4cafe45de945b841e6ab02e725c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_426.txt @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +Canto XXXV. Malyavan's Speech. + +Thus Sarama her story told: +And Síta's spirit was consoled, +As when the first fresh rain is shed +The parching earth is comforted. +Then, filled with zeal for Síta's sake, +Again in gentle tones she spake, +And, skilled in arts that soothe and please, +Addressed the queen in words like these: +“Thy husband, lady, will I seek, +Say the fond words thy lips would speak, +And then, unseen of any eye, +Back to thy side will swiftly fly. +My airy flights are speedier far +Than Garuḍa's and the tempest are.” +Then Síta spake: her former woe +Still left her accents faint and low: +“I know thy steps, which naught can stay, +Can urge through heaven and hell their way. +Then if thy love and changeless will +Would serve the helpless captive still, +Go forth and learn each plot and guile +Planned by the lord of Lanka's isle. +With magic art like maddening wine +He cheats these weeping eyes of mine, +Torments me with his suit, nor spares +Reproof or flattery, threats or prayers. +These guards surround me night and day; +My heart is sad, my senses stray; +And helpless in my woe I fear +The tyrant Ravan even here.” +Then Sarama replied: “I go +To learn the purpose of thy foe, +Soon by thy side again to stand +And tell thee what the king has planned.” +She sped, she heard with eager ears +The tyrant speak his hopes and fears, +Where, gathered at their master's call, +The nobles filled the council hall; +Then swiftly, to her promise true, +Back to the Aśoka grove she flew. +The lady on the grassy ground, +Longing for her return, she found; +Who with a gentle smile, to greet +The envoy, led her to a seat. +Through her worn frame a shiver ran +As Sarama her tale began: +“There stood the royal mother: she +Besought her son to set thee free, +[pg 454] +And to her counsel, tears and prayers, +The elder nobles added theirs: +“O be the Maithil queen restored +With honour to her angry lord, +Let Janasthan's unhappy fight +Be witness of the hero's might. +Hanúman o'er the waters came +And looked upon the guarded dame. +Let Lanka's chiefs who fought and fell +The prowess of the leader tell.” +In vain they sued, in vain she wept, +His purpose still unchanged he kept, +As clings the miser to his gold, +He would not loose thee from his hold. +No, never till in death he lies, +Will Lanka's lord release his prize. +Soon slain by Rama's arrows all +The giants with their king will fall, +And Rama to his home will lead +His black-eyed queen from bondage freed.” +An awful sound that moment rose +From Lanka's fast-approaching foes, +Where drum and shell in mingled peal +Made earth in terror rock and reel. +The hosts within the walls arrayed +Stood trembling, in their hearts dismayed; +Thought of the tempest soon to burst, +And Lanka's lord, their ruin, cursed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_427.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_427.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bd22d1a114ec7915685dd60ad17c0e472af16afa --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_427.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto XXXVI. Ravan's Reply. + +The fearful notes of drum and shell +Upon the ear of Ravan fell. +One moment quailed his haughty look, +One moment in his fear he shook, +But soon recalling wonted pride, +His counsellors he sternly eyed, +And with a voice that thundered through +The council hall began anew: +“Lords, I have heard—your tongues have told— +How Raghu's son is fierce and bold. +To Lanka's shore has bridged his way +And hither leads his wild array. +I know your might, in battle tried, +Fighting and conquering by my side. +Why now, when such a foe is near, +Looks eye to eye in silent fear?” +He ceased, his mother's sire well known +For wisdom in the council shown, +Malyavan, sage and faithful guide. +Thus to the monarch's speech replied: +“Long reigns the king in safe repose, +Unmoved by fear of vanquished foes, +Whose feet by saving knowledge led +In justice path delight to tread: +Who knows to sheath the sword or wield, +To order peace, to strike or yield: +Prefers, when foes are stronger, peace, +And bids a doubtful conflict cease. +Now, King, the choice before thee lies, +Make peace with Rama, and be wise. +This day the captive queen restore +Who brings the foe to Lanka's shore. +The Sire by whom the worlds are swayed +Of yore the Gods and demons made. +With these Injustice sided; those +Fair Justice for her champions chose. +Still Justice dwells with Gods above; +Injustice, fiends and giants love. +Thou, through the worlds that fear thee, long +Hast scorned the right and loved the wrong, +And Justice, with thy foes allied, +Gives might resistless to their side. +Thou, guided by thy wicked will, +Hast found delight in deeds of ill, +And sages in their holy rest +Have trembled, by thy power oppressed. +But they, who check each vain desire, +Are clothed with might which burns like fire. +In them the power and glory live +Which zeal and saintly fervour give. +Their constant task, their sole delight +Is worship and each holy rite, +To chant aloud the Veda hymn, +Nor let the sacred fires grow dim. +Now through the air like thunder ring +The echoes of the chants they sing. +The vapours of their incense rise +And veil with cloudy pall the skies, +And Rakshas might grows weak and faint +Killed by the power of sage and saint. +By Brahma's boon thy life was screened +From God, Gandharva, Yaksha, fiend; +But Vanars, men, and bears, arrayed +Against thee now, thy shores invade. +Red meteors, heralds of despair +Flash frequent through the lurid air, +Foretelling to my troubled mind +The ruin of the Rakshas kind. +With awful thundering overhead +Clouds black as night are densely spread, +And oozing from the gloomy pall +Great drops of blood on Lanka fall. +Dogs roam through house and shrine to steal +The sacred oil and curd and meal, +Cats pair with tigers, hounds with swine, +And asses' foals are born of kine. +In these and countless signs I trace +The ruin of the giant race. +'Tis Vishnu's self who comes to storm +Thy city, clothed in Rama's form; +For, well I ween, no mortal hand +The ocean with a bridge has spanned. +O giant King, the dame release, +And sue to Raghu's son for peace” +[pg 455] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_428.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_428.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..101007b4b977300c3b51f9613159a9d2cabc2806 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_428.txt @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +Canto XXXVII. Preparations. + +But Ravan's breast with fury swelled, +And thus he spake by Death impelled, +While, under brows in anger bent, +Fierce glances from his eyes were sent: +“The bitter words which thou, misled +By friendly thought, hast fondly said, +Which praise the foe and counsel fear, +Unheeded fall upon mine ear. +How canst thou deem a mighty foe +This Rama who, in stress of woe, +Seeks, banished as his sire decreed, +Assistance from the Vanar breed? +Am I so feeble in thine eyes, +Though feared by dwellers of the skies,— +Whose might in many a battle shown +The glorious race of giants own? +Shall I for fear of him restore +The lady whom I hither bore, +Exceeding fair like Beauty's Queen944 +Without her well-loved lotus seen? +Around the chief let Lakshman stand, +Sugríva, and each Vanar band, +Soon, Malyavan, thine eyes will see +This boasted Rama slain by me. +I in the brunt of war defy +The mightiest warriors of the sky; +And if I stoop to combat men, +Shall I be weak and tremble then? +This mangled trunk the foe may rend, +But Ravan ne'er can yield or bend, +And be it vice or virtue, I +This nature never will belie. +What marvel if he bridged the sea? +Why should this deed disquiet thee? +This, only this, I surely know, +Back with his life he shall not go.” +Thus in loud tones the king exclaimed, +And mute stood Malyavan ashamed, +His reverend head he humbly bent, +And slowly to his mansion went. +But Ravan stayed, and deep in care +Held counsel with his nobles there, +All entrance to secure and close, +And guard the city from their foes. +He bade the chief Prahasta wait, +Commander at the eastern gate, +To fierce Mahodar, strong and brave, +To keep the southern gate, he gave, +Where Mahaparśva's might should aid +The chieftain with his hosts arrayed. +To guard the west—no chief more fit— +He placed the warrior Indrajít, +His son, the giant's joy and boast, +Surrounded by a Rakshas host: +And mighty Saran hastened forth +With Śuka to protect the north.945 +“I will myself,” the monarch cried, +“Be present on the northern side.” +These orders for the walls' defence +The tyrant gave, then parted thence, +And, by the hope of victory fired, +To chambers far within, retired. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_429.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_429.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..da565f8fb525b9ab25d6b4f5f01a90d39e3cf0da --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_429.txt @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +Canto XXXVIII. The Ascent Of Suvela. + +Lords of the legions of the wood, +The chieftains with Vibhishan stood, +And, strangers in the foeman's land, +Their hopes and fears in council scanned: +“See, see where Lanka's towers ascend, +Which Ravan's power and might defend, +Which Gods, Gandharvas, fiends would fail +To conquer, if they durst assail. +How shall our legions pass within, +The city of the foe to win, +With massive walls and portals barred +Which Ravan keeps with surest guard?” +With anxious looks the walls they eyed: +And sage Vibhishan thus replied: +“These lords of mine946 can answer: they +Within the walls have found their way, +The foeman's plan and order learned, +And hither to my side returned. +Now, Rama, let my tongue declare +How Ravan's hosts are stationed there. +Prahasta heads, in warlike state, +His legions at the eastern gate. +To guard the southern portal stands +Mahodar, girt by Rakshas bands, +Where mighty Mahaparśva, sent +By Ravan's hest, his aid has lent. +Guard of the gate that fronts the west +Is valiant Indrajít, the best +Of warriors, Ravan's joy and pride; +And by the youthful chieftain's side +Are giants, armed for fierce attacks +With sword and mace and battle-axe. +North, where approach is dreaded most, +The king, encompassed with a host +Of giants trained in war, whose hands +Wield maces, swords and lances, stands. +[pg 456] +All these are chiefs whom Ravan chose +As mightiest to resist his foes; +And each a countless army947 leads +With elephants and cars and steeds.” +Then Rama, while his spirit burned +For battle, words like these returned: +“The eastern gate be Níla's care, +Opponent of Prahasta there. +The southern gate, with troops arrayed +Let Angad, Bali's son, invade. +The gate that fronts the falling sun +Shall be by brave Hanúman won; +Soon through its portals shall he lead +His myriads of Vanar breed. +The gate that fronts the north shall be +Assailed by Lakshman and by me, +For I myself have sworn to kill +The tyrant who delights in ill. +Armed with the boon which Brahma gave, +The Gods of heaven he loves to brave, +And through the trembling worlds he flies, +Oppressor of the just and wise. +Thou, Jambavan, and thou, O King +Of Vanars, all your bravest bring, +And with your hosts in dense array +Straight to the centre force your way. +But let no Vanar in the storm +Disguise him in a human form, +Ye chiefs who change your shapes at will, +Retain your Vanar semblance still. +Thus, when we battle with the foe, +Both men and Vanars will ye know, +In human form will seven appear; +Myself, my brother Lakshman here; +Vibhishan, and the four he led +From Lanka's city when he fled.” +Thus Raghu's son the chiefs addressed: +Then, gazing on Suvela's crest, +Transported by the lovely sight, +He longed to climb the mountain height. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_43.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_43.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d67e50c094ca36e3fc397113662f3904eb48df4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_43.txt @@ -0,0 +1,198 @@ +Canto XLVI. Diti's Hope. + +High and more high their wonder rose +As the strange story reached its close, +And thus, with Lakshman, Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, the saint addressed: +“Most wondrous is the tale which thou +Hast told of heavenly Ganga, how +From realms above descending she +Flowed through the land and filled the sea. +In thinking o'er what thou hast said +The night has like a moment fled, +Whose hours in musing have been spent +Upon thy words most excellent: +So much, O holy Sage, thy lore +Has charmed us with this tale of yore.” +Day dawned. The morning rites were done +And the victorious Raghu's son +Addressed the sage in words like these, +Rich in his long austerities: +“The night is past: the morn is clear; +Told is the tale so good to hear: +Now o'er that river let us go, +Three-pathed, the best of all that flow. +This boat stands ready on the shore +To bear the holy hermits o'er, +Who of thy coming warned, in haste, +The barge upon the bank have placed.” +And Kuśik's son approved his speech, +And moving to the sandy beach, +Placed in the boat the hermit band, +And reached the river's further strand. +On the north bank their feet they set, +And greeted all the saints they met. +On Ganga's shore they lighted down, +And saw Viśala's lovely town. +Thither, the princes by his side, +The best of holy hermits hied. +It was a town exceeding fair +[pg 057] +That might with heaven itself compare. +Then, suppliant palm to palm applied, +Famed Rama asked his holy guide: +“O best of hermits, say what race +Of monarchs rules this lovely place. +Dear master, let my prayer prevail, +For much I long to hear the tale.” +Moved by his words, the saintly man +Viśala's ancient tale began: +“List, Rama, list, with closest heed +The tale of Indra's wondrous deed, +And mark me as I truly tell +What here in ancient days befell. +Ere Krita's famous Age200 had fled, +Strong were the sons of Diti201 bred; +And Aditi's brave children too +Were very mighty, good, and true. +The rival brothers fierce and bold +Were sons of Kaśyap lofty-souled. +Of sister mothers born, they vied, +Brood against brood, in jealous pride. +Once, as they say, band met with band, +And, joined in awful council, planned +To live, unharmed by age and time, +Immortal in their youthful prime. +Then this was, after due debate, +The counsel of the wise and great, +To churn with might the milky sea202 +The life-bestowing drink to free. +This planned, they seized the Serpent King, +Vasuki, for their churning-string, +And Mandar's mountain for their pole, +And churned with all their heart and soul. +As thus, a thousand seasons through, +This way and that the snake they drew, +Biting the rocks, each tortured head, +A very deadly venom shed. +Thence, bursting like a mighty flame, +A pestilential poison came, +Consuming, as it onward ran, +The home of God, and fiend, and man. +Then all the suppliant Gods in fear +To Śankar,203 mighty lord, drew near. +To Rudra, King of Herds, dismayed, +“Save us, O save us, Lord!” they prayed. +Then Vishnu, bearing shell, and mace, +And discus, showed his radiant face, +And thus addressed in smiling glee +The Trident wielding deity: +“What treasure first the Gods upturn +From troubled Ocean, as they churn, +Should—for thou art the eldest—be +Conferred, O best of Gods, on thee. +Then come, and for thy birthright's sake, +This venom as thy first fruits take.” +He spoke, and vanished from their sight, +When Śiva saw their wild affright, +And heard his speech by whom is borne +The mighty bow of bending horn,204 +The poisoned flood at once he quaffed +As 'twere the Amrit's heavenly draught. +Then from the Gods departing went +Śiva, the Lord pre-eminent. +The host of Gods and Asurs still +Kept churning with one heart and will. +But Mandar's mountain, whirling round, +Pierced to the depths below the ground. +Then Gods and bards in terror flew +To him who mighty Madhu slew. +“Help of all beings! more than all, +The Gods on thee for aid may call. +Ward off, O mighty-armed! our fate, +And bear up Mandar's threatening weight.” +Then Vishnu, as their need was sore, +The semblance of a tortoise wore, +And in the bed of Ocean lay +The mountain on his back to stay. +Then he, the soul pervading all, +Whose locks in radiant tresses fall, +One mighty arm extended still, +And grasped the summit of the hill. +So ranged among the Immortals, he +Joined in the churning of the sea. +A thousand years had reached their close, +When calmly from the ocean rose +The gentle sage205 with staff and can, +Lord of the art of healing man. +Then as the waters foamed and boiled, +As churning still the Immortals toiled, +Of winning face and lovely frame, +Forth sixty million fair ones came. +Born of the foam and water, these +Were aptly named Apsarases.206 +[pg 058] +Each had her maids. The tongue would fail— +So vast the throng—to count the tale. +But when no God or Titan wooed +A wife from all that multitude, +Refused by all, they gave their love +In common to the Gods above. +Then from the sea still vext and wild +Rose Sura,207 Varun's maiden child. +A fitting match she sought to find: +But Diti's sons her love declined, +Their kinsmen of the rival brood +To the pure maid in honour sued. +Hence those who loved that nymph so fair +The hallowed name of Suras bear. +And Asurs are the Titan crowd +Her gentle claims who disallowed. +Then from the foamy sea was freed +Uchchaihśravas,208 the generous steed, +And Kaustubha, of gems the gem,209 +And Soma, Moon God, after them. +At length when many a year had fled, +Up floated, on her lotus bed, +A maiden fair and tender-eyed, +In the young flush of beauty's pride. +She shone with pearl and golden sheen, +And seals of glory stamped her queen, +On each round arm glowed many a gem, +On her smooth brows, a diadem. +Rolling in waves beneath her crown +The glory of her hair flowed down, +Pearls on her neck of price untold, +The lady shone like burnisht gold. +Queen of the Gods, she leapt to land, +A lotus in her perfect hand, +And fondly, of the lotus-sprung, +To lotus-bearing Vishnu clung. +Her Gods above and men below +As Beauty's Queen and Fortune know.210 +Gods, Titans, and the minstrel train +Still churned and wrought the troubled main. +At length the prize so madly sought, +The Amrit, to their sight was brought. +For the rich spoil, 'twixt these and those +A fratricidal war arose, +And, host 'gainst host in battle, set, +Aditi's sons and Diti's met. +United, with the giants' aid, +Their fierce attack the Titans made, +And wildly raged for many a day +That universe-astounding fray. +When wearied arms were faint to strike, +And ruin threatened all alike, +Vishnu, with art's illusive aid, +The Amrit from their sight conveyed. +That Best of Beings smote his foes +Who dared his deathless arm oppose: +Yea, Vishnu, all-pervading God, +Beneath his feet the Titans trod +Aditi's race, the sons of light, +slew Diti's brood in cruel fight. +Then town-destroying211 Indra gained +His empire, and in glory reigned +O'er the three worlds with bard and sage +Rejoicing in his heritage. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_430.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_430.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..84cbfab5841839f5f09157d6e20eb795cc767262 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_430.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +Canto XXXIX. Lanka. + +“Come let us scale,” the hero cried, +“This hill with various metals dyed. +This night upon the breezy crest +Sugríva, Lakshman, I, will rest, +With sage Vibhishan, faithful friend, +His counsel and his lore to lend. +From those tall peaks each eager eye +The foeman's city shall espy, +Who from the wood my darling stole +And brought long anguish on my soul.” +Thus spake the lord of men, and bent +His footsteps to the steep ascent, +And Lakshman, true in weal and woe, +Next followed with his shafts and bow. +Vibhishan followed, next in place, +The sovereign of the Vanar race, +And hundreds of the forest kind +Thronged with impetuous feet, behind. +The chiefs in woods and mountains bred +Fast followed to Suvela's head, +And gazed on Lanka bright and fair +As some gay city in the air. +On glittering gates, on ramparts raised +By giant hands, the chieftains gazed. +They saw the mighty hosts that, skilled +In arts of war, the city filled, +And ramparts with new ramparts lined, +The swarthy hosts that stood behind. +With spirits burning for the fight +They saw the giants from the height, +And from a hundred throats rang out +Defiance and the battle shout. +Then sank the sun with dying flame, +And soft the shades of twilight came, +And the full moon's delicious light +Was shed upon the tranquil night. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_431.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_431.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6ba535e797e854e8a3b30207421205cdd436411e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_431.txt @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +Canto XL. Ravan Attacked. + +They slept secure: the sun arose +And called the chieftains from repose. +Before the wondering Vanars, gay +With grove and garden, Lanka lay, +Where golden buds the Champak showed, +And bright with bloom Aśoka glowed, +And palm and Sal and many a tree +With leaf and flower were fair to see. +They looked on wood and lawn and glade, +On emerald grass and dusky shade, +Where creepers filled the air with scent, +And luscious fruit the branches bent, +Where bees inebriate loved to throng, +And each sweet bird was loud in song. +The wondering Vanars passed the bound +That circled that enchanting ground, +And as they came a sweet breeze through +The odorous alleys softly blew. +Some Vanars, at their king's behest, +Onward to bannered Lanka pressed, +While, startled by the strangers' tread, +The birds and deer before them fled. +Earth trembled at each step they took, +And Lanka at their shouting shook. +Bright rose before their wondering eyes +Trikúṭa's peak that kissed the skies, +And, clothed with flowers of every hue, +Afar its golden radiance threw. +Most fair to see the mountain's head +[pg 457] +A hundred leagues in length was spread. +There Ravan's town, securely placed, +The summit of Trikúṭa graced. +O'er leagues of land she stretched in pride, +A hundred long and twenty wide. +They saw a lofty wall enfold +The city, built of blocks of gold, +They saw the beams of morning fall +On dome and fane within the wall, +Bright with the shine that mansion gives +Where Vishnu in his glory lives. +White-crested like the Lord of Snows +Before them Ravan's palace rose. +High on a thousand pillars raised +With gold and precious stone it blazed, +Guarded by giant warders, crown +And ornament of Lanka's town. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_432.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_432.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..280060fa3cbba255e256794de2acc7dc7ebbeb1f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_432.txt @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +Canto XLI. Rama's Envoy. + +Still stood the son of Raghu where +Suvela's peak rose high in air, +And with Sugríva turned his eye +To scan each quarter of the sky. +There on Trikúṭa, nobly planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +He saw the lovely Lanka, dressed +In all her varied beauty, rest. +High on a tower above the gate +The tyrant stood in kingly state. +The royal canopy displayed +Above him lent its grateful shade, +And servants, from the giant band, +His cheek with jewelled chowries fanned. +Red sandal o'er his breast was spread, +His ornaments and robe were red: +Thus shows a cloud of darksome hue +With golden sunbeams flashing through. +While Rama and the chiefs intent +Upon the king their glances bent, +Up sprang Sugríva from the ground +And reached the turret at a bound. +Unterrified the Vanar stood, +And wroth, with wondrous hardihood, +The king in bitter words addressed, +And thus his scorn and hate expressed: +“King of the giant race, in me +The friend and slave of Rama see. +Lord of the world, he gives me power +To smite thee in thy fenced tower.” +While through the air his challenge rang, +At Ravan's face the Vanar sprang. +Snatched from his head the kingly crown +And dashed it in his fury down. +Straight at his foe the giant flew, +His mighty arms about him threw. +With strength resistless swung him round +And dashed him panting to the ground. +Unharmed amid the storm of blows +Swift to his feet Sugríva rose. +Again in furious fight they met: +With streams of blood their limbs were wet, +Each grasping his opponent's waist. +Thus with their branches interlaced, +Which, crimson with the flowers of spring, +From side to side the breezes swing, +In furious wrestle you may see +The Kinśuk and the Seemal tree.948 +They fought with fists and hands, alike +Prepared to parry and to strike. +Long time the doubtful combat, waged +With matchless strength and fury, raged. +Each fiercely struck, each guarded well, +Till, closing, from the tower they fell, +And, grasping each the other's throat, +Lay for an instant in the moat. +They rose, and each in fiercer mood +The sanguinary strife renewed. +Well matched in size and strength and skill +They fought the dubious battle still. +While sweat and blood their limbs bedewed +They met, retreated, and pursued: +Each stratagem and art they tried, +Stood front to front and swerved aside. +His hand a while the giant stayed +And called his magic to his aid. +But brave Sugríva, swift to know +The guileful purpose of the foe, +Gained with light leap the upper air, +And breath and strength and spirit there; +Then, joyous as for victory won, +Returned to Raghu's royal son. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_433.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_433.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a2a0505a05e25b5bc954dab4af034a1d63a242bc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_433.txt @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ +Canto XLII. The Sally. + +When Rama saw each bloody trace +On King Sugríva's limbs and face, +He cried, while, sorrowing at the view, +His arms about his friend he threw: +“Too venturous chieftain, kings like us +Bring not their lives in peril thus; +Nor, save when counsel shows the need, +Attempt so bold, so rash a deed. +Remember, I, Vibhishan all +Have sorrowed fearing for thy fall. +O do not—for us all I speak— +These desperate adventures seek.” +“I could not,” cried Sugríva, “brook +Upon the giant king to look, +[pg 458] +Nor challenge to the deadly strife +The fiend who robbed thee of thy wife.” +“Now Lakshman, marshal,” Rama cried, +“Our legions where the woods are wide, +And stand we ready to oppose +The fury of our giant foes. +This day our armies shall ascend +The walls which Ravan's powers defend, +And floods of Rakshas blood shall stain +The streets encumbered with the slain.” +Down from the peak he came, and viewed +The Vanars' ordered multitude. +Each captain there for battle burned, +Each fiery eye to Lanka turned. +On, where the royal brothers led +To Lanka's walls the legions sped. +The northern gate, where giant foes +Swarmed round their monarch, Rama chose +Where he in person might direct +The battle, and his troops protect. +What arm but his the post might keep +Where, strong as he who sways the deep,949 +Mid thousands armed with bow and mace, +Stood Ravan mightiest of his race? +The eastern gate was Níla's post, +Where marshalled stood his Vanar host, +And Mainda with his troops arrayed, +And Dwivid stood to lend him aid. +The southern gate was Angad's care, +Who ranged his bold battalions there. +Hanúman by the port that faced +The setting sun his legions placed, +And King Sugríva held the wood +East of the gate where Ravan stood. +On every side the myriads met, +And Lanka's walls of close beset +That scarce the roving gale could win +A passage to the hosts within. +Loud as the angry ocean's roar +When wild waves lash the rocky shore, +Ten thousand thousand throats upsent +A shout that tore the firmament, +And Lanka with each grove and brook +And tower and wall and rampart shook. +The giants heard, and were appalled: +Then Raghu's son to Angad called, +And, led by kingly duty,950 gave +This order merciful as brave: +“Go, Angad, Ravan's presence seek, +And thus my words of warning speak: +“How art thou changed and fallen now, +O Monarch of the giants, thou +Whose impious fury would not spare +Saint, nymph, or spirit of the air; +Whose foot in haughty triumph trod +On Yaksha, king, and Serpent God: +How art thou fallen from thy pride +Which Brahma's favour fortified! +With myriads at thy Lanka's gate +I stand my righteous ire to sate, +And punish thee with sword and flame, +The tyrant fiend who stole my dame. +Now show the might, employ the guile, +O Monarch of the giants' isle, +Which stole a helpless dame away: +Call up thy power and strength to-day. +Once more I warn thee, Rakshas King, +This hour the Maithil lady bring, +And, yielding while there yet is time, +Seek, suppliant, pardon for the crime, +Or I will leave beneath the sun +No living Rakshas, no, not one. +In vain from battle wilt thou fly, +Or borne on pinions seek the sky; +The hand of Rama shall not spare; +His fiery shaft shall smite thee there.’ ” +He ceased: and Angad bowed his head; +Thence like embodied flame he sped, +And lighted from his airy road +Within the Rakshas king's abode. +There sate, the centre of a ring +Of counsellors, the giant king. +Swift through the circle Angad pressed, +And spoke with fury in his breast: +“Sent by the lord of Kośal's land, +His envoy here, O King, I stand, +Angad the son of Bali: fame +Has haply taught thine ears my name. +Thus in the words of Rama I +Am come to warn thee or defy: +Come forth, and fighting in the van +Display the spirit of a man. +This arm shall slay thee, tyrant: all +Thy nobles, kith and kin shall fall: +And earth and heaven, from terror freed, +Shall joy to see the oppressor bleed. +Vibhishan, when his foe is slain, +Anointed king in peace shall reign. +Once more I counsel thee: repent, +Avoid the mortal punishment, +With honour due the dame restore, +And pardon for thy sin implore.” +Loud rose the king's infuriate cry: +“Seize, seize the Vanar, let him die.” +Four of his band their lord obeyed, +And eager hands on Angad laid. +He purposing his strength to show +Gave no resistance to the foe, +But swiftly round his captors cast +His mighty arms and held them fast. +Fierce shout and cry around him rang: +Light to the palace roof he sprang, +There his detaining arms unwound, +And hurled the giants to the ground. +Then, smiting with a fearful stroke, +A turret from the roof he broke,— +As when the fiery levin sent +[pg 459] +By Indra from the clouds has rent +The proud peak of the Lord of Snow,— +And flung the stony mass below. +Again with loud terrific cry +He sprang exulting to the sky, +And, joyous for his errand done, +Stood by the side of Raghu's son. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_434.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_434.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..28b279e413bf793fb40b6aa18efc6b648b57e7b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_434.txt @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +Canto XLIII. The Single Combats. + +Still was the cry, “The Vanar foes +Around the leaguered city close.” +King Ravan from the terrace gazed +And saw, with eyes where fury blazed, +The Vanar host in serried ranks +Press to the moat and line the banks, +And, first in splendour and in place, +The lion lord of Raghu's race. +And Rama looked on Lanka where +Gay flags were streaming to the air, +And, while keen sorrow pierced him through, +His loving thoughts to Síta flew: +“There, there in deep affliction lies +My darling with the fawn-like eyes. +There on the cold bare ground she keeps +Sad vigil and for Rama weeps.” +Mad with the thought, “Charge, charge,” he cried. +“Let earth with Rakshas blood be dyed.” +Responsive to his call rang out +A loud, a universal shout, +As myriads filled the moat with stone, +Trees, rocks, and mountains overthrown, +And charging at their leader's call +Pressed forward furious to the wall. +Some in their headlong ardour scaled +The rampart's height, the guard assailed, +And many a ponderous fragment rent +From portal, tower, and battlement. +Huge gates adorned with burnished gold +Were loosed and lifted from their hold; +And post and pillar, with a sound +Like thunder, fell upon the ground. +At every portal, east and west +And north and south, the chieftains pressed +Each in his post appointed led +His myriads in the forest bred. +“Charge, let the gates be opened wide: +Charge, charge, my giants,” Ravan cried. +They heard his voice, and loud and long +Rang the wild clamour of the throng, +And shell and drum their notes upsent, +And every martial instrument. +Forth, at the bidding of their lord +From every gate the giants poured, +As, when the waters rise and swell, +Huge waves preceding waves impel. +Again from every Vanar throat +A scream of fierce defiance smote +The welkin: earth and sea and sky +Reëchoed with the awful cry. +The roar of elephants, the neigh +Of horses eager for the fray. +The frequent clash of warriors' steel, +The rattling of the chariot wheel. +Fierce was the deadly fight: opposed +In terrible array they closed, +As when the Gods of heaven enraged +With rebel fiends wild battle waged. +Axe, spear, and mace were wielded well: +At every blow a Vanar fell. +But shivered rock and brandished tree +Brought many a giant on his knee, +To perish in his turn beneath +The deadly wounds of nails and teeth. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_435.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_435.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b72833851060256c73a988a2e379bfd0ce4cb7ae --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_435.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto XLIV. The Night. + +Brave chiefs of each opposing side +Their strength in single combat tried. +Fierce Indrajít the fight began +With Angad in the battle's van. +Sampati, strongest of his race, +Stood with Prajangha face to face. +Hanúman, Jambumali met +In mortal opposition set. +Vibhishan, brother of the lord +Of Lanka, raised his threatening sword +And singled out, with eyes aglow +With wrath, Śatrughna for his foe. +The mighty Gaja Tapan sought, +And Níla with Nikumbha fought. +Sugríva, Vanar king, defied +Fierce Praghas long in battle tried, +And Lakshman fearless in the fight +Encountered Vírúpaksha's might. +To meet the royal Rama came +Wild Agniketu fierce as flame; +Mitraghana, he who loved to strike +His foeman and his friend alike: +With Raśmiketu, known and feared +Where'er his ponderous flag was reared; +And Yajnakopa whose delight +Was ruin of the sacred rite. +These met and fought, with thousands more, +And trampled earth was red with gore. +Swift as the bolt which Indra sends +When fire from heaven the mountain rends +Smote Indrajít with furious blows +On Angad queller of his foes. +But Angad from his foeman tore +The murderous mace the warrior bore, +[pg 460] +And low in dust his coursers rolled, +His driver, and his car of gold. +Struck by the shafts Prajangha sped, +The Vanar chief Sampati bled, +But, heedless of his gashes he +Crushed down the giant with a tree. +Then car-borne Jambumali smote +Hanuman on the chest and throat; +But at the car the Vanar rushed, +And chariot, steeds, and rider crushed. +Sugríva whirled a huge tree round, +And struck fierce Praghas to the ground. +One arrow shot from Lakshman's bow +Laid mighty Vírúpaksha low. +His giant foes round Rama pressed +And shot their shafts at head and breast; +But, when the iron shower was spent, +Four arrows from his bow he sent, +And every missile, deftly sped; +Cleft from the trunk a giant head.951 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_436.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_436.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..63a7da0e4cd84cb9907205f494877222100e204b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_436.txt @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +Canto XLV. Indrajít's Victory. + +The lord of Light had sunk and set: +Night came; the foeman struggled yet; +And fiercer for the gloom of night +Grew the wild fury of the fight. +Scarce could each warrior's eager eye +The foeman from the friend descry. +“Rakshas or Vanar? say;” cried each, +And foe knew foeman by his speech. +“Why wilt thou fly? O warrior, stay: +Turn on the foe, and rend and slay:” +Such were the cries, such words of fear +Smote through the gloom each listening ear. +Each swarthy rover of the night +Whose golden armour flashed with light, +Showed like a towering hill embraced +By burning woods about his waist. +The giants at the Vanars flew, +And ravening ate the foes they slew: +With mortal bite like serpent's fang, +The Vanars at the giants sprang, +And car and steeds and they who bore +The pennons fell bedewed with gore. +No serried band, no firm array +The fury of their charge could stay. +Down went the horse and rider, down +Went giant lords of high renown. +Though midnight's shade was dense and dark, +With skill that swerved not from the mark +Their bows the sons of Raghu drew, +And each keen shaft a chieftain slew. +Uprose the blinding dust from meads +Ploughed by the cars and trampling steeds, +And where the warriors fell the flood +Was dark and terrible with blood. +Six giants952 singled Rama out, +And charged him with a furious shout +Loud as the roaring of the sea +When every wind is raging free. +Six times he shot: six heads were cleft; +Six giants dead on earth were left. +Nor ceased he yet: his bow he strained, +And from the sounding weapon rained +A storm of shafts whose fiery glare +Filled all the region of the air; +And chieftains dropped before his aim +Like moths that perish in the flame. +Earth glistened where the arrows fell, +As shines in autumn nights a dell +Which fireflies, flashing through the gloom, +With momentary light illume. +But Indrajít, when Bali's son953 +The victory o'er the foe had won, +Saw with a fury-kindled eye +His mangled steeds and driver die; +Then, lost in air, he fled the fight, +And vanished from the victor's sight. +The Gods and saints glad voices raised, +And Angad for his virtue praised; +And Raghu's sons bestowed the meed +Of honour due to valorous deed. +Compelled his shattered car to quit, +Rage filled the soul of Indrajít, +Who brooked not, strong by Brahma's grace +Defeat from one of Vanar race. +In magic mist concealed from view +His bow the treacherous warrior drew, +And Raghu's sons were first to feel +The tempest of his winged steel. +Then when his arrows failed to kill +The princes who defied him still, +He bound them with the serpent noose,954 +The magic bond which none might loose. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_437.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_437.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5bcafa6cedf5af60a898c53e191110bc43eac617 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_437.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto XLVI. Indrajít's Triumph. + +Brave Rama, burning still to know +The station of his artful foe, +[pg 461] +Gave to ten chieftains, mid the best +Of all the host, his high behest. +Swift rose in air the Vanar band: +Each region of the sky they scanned: +But Ravan's son by magic skill +Checked them with arrows swifter still, +When streams of blood from chest and side +The dauntless Vanars' limbs had dyed, +The giant in his misty shroud +Showed like the sun obscured by cloud. +Like serpents hissing through the air, +His arrows smote the princely pair; +And from their limbs at every rent +A stream of rushing blood was sent. +Like Kinśuk trees they stood, that show +In spring their blossoms' crimson glow. +Then Indrajít with fury eyed +Ikshvaku's royal sons, and cried: +“Not mighty Indra can assail +Or see me when I choose to veil +My form in battle: and can ye, +Children of earth, contend with me? +The arrowy noose this hand has shot +Has bound you with a hopeless knot; +And, slaughtered by my shafts and bow, +To Yama's hall this hour ye go.” +He spoke, and shouted. Then anew +The arrows from his bowstring flew, +And pierced, well aimed with perfect art, +Each limb and joint and vital part. +Transfixed with shafts in every limb, +Their strength relaxed, their eyes grew dim. +As two tall standards side by side, +With each sustaining rope untied, +Fall levelled by the howling blast, +So earth's majestic lords at last +Beneath the arrowy tempest reeled, +And prostrate pressed the battle field. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_438.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_438.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0530bcf0ce9c1958d9129b15ba615097146f2501 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_438.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto XLVII. Síta. + +The Vanar chiefs whose piercing eyes +Scanned eagerly the earth and skies, +Saw the brave brothers wounded sore +Transfixed with darts and stained with gore. +The monarch of the Vanar race, +With wise Vibhishan, reached the place; +Angad and Níla came behind, +And others of the forest kind, +And standing with Hanúman there +Lamented for the fallen pair. +Their melancholy eyes they raised; +In fruitless search a while they gazed. +But magic arts Vibhishan knew; +Not hidden from his keener view, +Though veiled by magic from the rest, +The son of Ravan stood confessed. +Fierce Indrajít with savage pride +The fallen sons of Raghu eyed, +And every giant heart was proud +As thus the warrior cried aloud: +“Slain by mine arrows Rama lies, +And closed in death are Lakshman's eyes. +Dead are the mighty princes who +Dúshan and Khara smote and slew. +The Gods and fiends may toil in vain +To free them from the binding chain. +The haughty chief, my father's dread, +Who drove him sleepless from his bed, +While Lanka, troubled like a brook +In rain time, heard his name and shook: +He whose fierce hate our lives pursued +Lies helpless by my shafts subdued. +Now fruitless is each wondrous deed +Wrought by the race the forests breed, +And fruitless every toil at last +Like cloudlets when the rains are past.” +Then rose the shout of giants loud +As thunder from a bursting cloud, +When, deeming Rama, dead, they raised +Their voices and the conqueror praised. +Still motionless, as lie the slain, +The brothers pressed the bloody plain, +No sigh they drew, no breath they heaved, +And lay as though of life bereaved. +Proud of the deed his art had done, +To Lanka's town went Ravan's son, +Where, as he passed, all fear was stilled, +And every heart with triumph filled. +Sugríva trembled as he viewed +Each fallen prince with blood bedewed, +And in his eyes which overflowed +With tears the flame of anger glowed. +“Calm,” cried Vibhishan, “calm thy fears, +And stay the torrent of thy tears. +Still must the chance of battle change, +And victory still delight to range. +Our cause again will she befriend +And bring us triumph in the end. +This is not death: each prince will break +The spell that holds him, and awake; +Nor long shall numbing magic bind +The mighty arm, the lofty mind.” +He ceased: his finger bathed in dew +Across Sugríva's eyes he drew; +From dulling mist his vision freed, +And spoke these words to suit the need: +“No time is this for fear: away +With fainting heart and weak delay. +Now, e'en the tear which sorrow wrings +From loving eyes destruction brings. +Up, on to battle at the head +Of those brave troops which Rama led. +Or guardian by his side remain +Till sense and strength the prince regain. +Soon shall the trance-bound pair revive, +And from our hearts all sorrow drive. +Though prostrate on the earth he lie, +[pg 462] +Deem not that Rama's death is nigh; +Deem not that Lakshmí will forget +Or leave her darling champion yet. +Rest here and be thy heart consoled; +Ponder my words, be firm and bold. +I, foremost in the battlefield, +Will rally all who faint or yield. +Their staring eyes betray their fear; +They whisper each in other's ear. +They, when they hear my cheering cry +And see the friend of Rama nigh, +Will cast their gloom and fears away +Like faded wreaths of yesterday.” +Thus calmed he King Sugríva's dread; +Then gave new heart to those who fled. +Fierce Indrajít, his soul on fire +With pride of conquest, sought his sire, +Raised reverent hands, and told him all, +The battle and the princes' fall. +Rejoicing at his foes' defeat +Upsprang the monarch from his seat, +Girt by his giant courtiers: round +His warrior son his arms he wound, +Close kisses on his head applied, +And heard again how Rama died. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_439.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_439.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97b599904050b3d0a4db66c1e0f0a99295e226af --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_439.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto XLVIII. Síta's Lament. + +Still on the ground where Rama slept +Their faithful watch the Vanars kept. +There Angad stood o'erwhelmed with grief +And many a lord and warrior chief; +And, ranged in densest mass around, +Their tree-armed legions held the ground. +Far ranged each Vanar's eager eye, +Now swept the land, now sought the sky, +All fearing, if a leaf was stirred, +A Rakshas in the sound they heard. +The lord of Lanka in his hall, +Rejoicing at his foeman's fall, +Commanded and the warders came +Who ever watched the Maithil dame. +“Go,” cried the Rakshas king, “relate +To Janak's child her husband's fate. +Low on the earth her Rama lies, +And dark in death are Lakshman's eyes. +Bring forth my car and let her ride +To view the chieftains side by side. +The lord to whom her fancy turned +For whose dear sake my love she spurned, +Lies smitten, as he fiercely led +The battle, with his brother dead. +Lead forth the royal lady: go +Her husband's lifeless body show. +Then from all doubt and terror free +Her softening heart will turn to me.” +They heard his speech: the car was brought; +That shady grove the warders sought +Where, mourning Rama night and day, +The melancholy lady lay. +They placed her in the car and through +The yielding air they swiftly flew. +The lady looked upon the plain, +Looked on the heaps of Vanar slain, +Saw where, triumphant in the fight, +Thronged the fierce rovers of the night, +And Vanar chieftains, mournful-eyed, +Watched by the fallen brothers' side. +There stretched upon his gory bed +Each brother lay as lie the dead, +With shattered mail and splintered bow +Pierced by the arrows of the foe. +When on the pair her eyes she bent, +Burst from her lips a wild lament +Her eyes o'erflowed, she groaned and sighed +And thus in trembling accents cried: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_44.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_44.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a05cab2c4b77ba22bd61c0160b935c33a43367f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_44.txt @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +Canto XLVII. Sumati. + +But Diti, when her sons were slain, +Wild with a childless mother's pain, +To Kaśyap spake, Marícha's son, +Her husband: “O thou glorious one! +[pg 059] +Dead are the children, mine no more, +The mighty sons to thee I bore. +Long fervour's meed, I crave a boy +Whose arm may Indra's life destroy. +The toil and pain my care shall be: +To bless my hope depends on thee. +Give me a mighty son to slay +Fierce Indra, gracious lord! I pray.” +Then glorious Kaśyap thus replied +To Diti, as she wept and sighed: +“Thy prayer is heard, dear saint! Remain +Pure from all spot, and thou shalt gain +A son whose arm shall take the life +Of Indra in the battle strife. +For full a thousand years endure +Free from all stain, supremely pure; +Then shall thy son and mine appear, +Whom the three worlds shall serve with fear.” +These words the glorious Kaśyap said, +Then gently stroked his consort's head, +Blessed her, and bade a kind adieu, +And turned him to his rites anew. +Soon as her lord had left her side, +Her bosom swelled with joy and pride. +She sought the shade of holy boughs, +And there began her awful vows. +While yet she wrought her rites austere, +Indra, unbidden, hastened near, +With sweet observance tending her, +A reverential minister. +Wood, water, fire, and grass he brought, +Sweet roots and woodland fruit he sought, +And all her wants, the Thousand-eyed, +With never-failing care, supplied, +With tender love and soft caress +Removing pain and weariness. +When, of the thousand years ordained, +Ten only unfulfilled remained, +Thus to her son, the Thousand-eyed, +The Goddess in her triumph cried: +“Best of the mighty! there remain +But ten short years of toil and pain; +These years of penance soon will flee, +And a new brother thou shalt see. +Him for thy sake I'll nobly breed, +And lust of war his soul shall feed; +Then free from care and sorrow thou +Shalt see the worlds before him bow.”212 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_440.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_440.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5408039bdc64e6f95969fde4dd7e1b9d6f08b015 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_440.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto XLIX. Rama's Lament. + +“False are they all, proved false to-day, +The prophets of my fortune, they +Who in the tranquil time of old +A blessed life for me foretold, +Predicting I should never know +A childless dame's, a widow's woe, +False are they all, their words are vain, +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +False was the priest and vain his lore +Who blessed me in those days of yore +By Rama's side in bliss to reign: +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +They hailed me happy from my birth, +Proud empress of the lord of earth. +They blessed me—but the thought is pain— +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +Ah, fruitless hope! each glorious sign +That stamps the future queen is mine, +With no ill-omened mark to show +A widow's crushing hour of woe. +They say my hair is black and fine, +They praise my brows' continuous line; +My even teeth divided well, +My bosom for its graceful swell. +They praise my feet and fingers oft; +They say my skin is smooth and soft, +And call me happy to possess +The twelve fair marks that bring success.955 +But ah, what profit shall I gain? +Thou, O my lord and life, art slain. +The flattering seer in former days +My gentle girlish smile would praise, +[pg 463] +And swear that holy water shed +By Brahman hands upon my head +Should make me queen, a monarch's bride: +How is the promise verified? +Matchless in might the brothers slew +In Janasthan the giant crew. +And forced the indomitable sea +To let them pass to rescue me. +Theirs was the fiery weapon hurled +By him who rules the watery world;956 +Theirs the dire shaft by Indra sped; +Theirs was the mystic Brahma's Head.957 +In vain they fought, the bold and brave: +A coward's hand their death-wounds gave. +By secret shafts and magic spell +The brothers, peers of Indra, fell. +That foe, if seen by Rama's eye +One moment, had not lived to fly. +Though swift as thought, his utmost speed +Had failed him in the hour of need. +No might, no tear, no prayer may stay +Fate's dark inevitable day. +Nor could their matchless valour shield +These heroes on the battle field. +I sorrow for the noble dead, +I mourn my hopes for ever fled; +But chief my weeping eyes o'erflow +For Queen Kauśalya's hopeless woe. +The widowed queen is counting now +Each hour prescribed by Rama's vow, +And lives because she longs to see +Once more her princely sons and me.” +Then Trijaṭa,958 of gentler mould +Though Rakshas born, her grief consoled: +“Dear Queen, thy causeless woe dispel: +Thy husband lives, and all is well. +Look round: in every Vanar face +The light of joyful hope I trace. +Not thus, believe me, shine the eyes +Of warriors when their leader dies. +An Army, when the chief is dead, +Flies from the field dispirited. +Here, undisturbed in firm array, +The Vanars by the brothers stay. +Love prompts my speech; no longer grieve; +Ponder my counsel, and believe. +These lips of mine from earliest youth +Have spoken, and shall speak, the truth. +Deep in my heart thy gentle grace +And patient virtues hold their place. +Turn, lady, turn once more thine eye: +Though pierced with shafts the heroes lie, +On brows and cheeks with blood-drops wet +The light of beauty lingers yet. +Such beauty ne'er is found in death, +But vanishes with parting breath. +O, trust the hope these tokens give: +The heroes are not dead, but live.” +Then Síta joined her hands, and sighed, +“O, may thy words be verified!” +The car was turned, which fleet as thought +The mourning queen to Lanka brought. +They led her to the garden, where +Again she yielded to despair, +Lamenting for the chiefs who bled +On earth's cold bosom with the dead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_441.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_441.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6df29658b15a3c493233b6e66e95f0e358372d59 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_441.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +Canto L. The Broken Spell. + +Ranged round the spot where Rama fell +Each Vanar chief stood sentinel. +At length the mighty hero broke +The trance that held him, and awoke. +He saw his senseless brother, dyed +With blood from head to foot, and cried: +“What have I now to do with life +Or rescue of my prisoned wife, +When thus before my weeping eyes, +Slain in the fight, my brother lies? +A queen like Síta I may find +Among the best of womankind, +But never such a brother, tried +In war, my guardian, friend, and guide. +If he be dead, the brave and true, +I will not live but perish too. +How, reft of Lakshman, shall I meet +My mother, and Kaikeyí greet? +My brother's eager question brook, +And fond Sumitra's longing look? +What shall I say, o'erwhelmed with shame +To cheer the miserable dame? +How, when she hears her son is dead, +Will her sad heart be comforted? +Ah me, for longer life unfit +This mortal body will I quit; +For Lakshman slaughtered for my sake, +From sleep of death will never wake. +Ah when I sank oppressed with care, +Thy gentle voice could soothe despair. +And art thou, O my brother, killed? +Is that dear voice for ever stilled? +Cold are those lips, my brother, whence +Came never word to breed offence? +Ah stretched upon the gory plain +My brother lies untimely slain: +Numbed is the mighty arm that slew +The leaders of the giant crew. +Transfixed with shafts, with blood-streams red, +Thou liest on thy lowly bed: +[pg 464] +So sinks to rest, his journey done, +Mid arrowy rays the crimson sun. +Thou, when from home and sire I fled, +The wood's wild ways with me wouldst tread: +Now close to thine my steps shall be, +For I in death will follow thee. +Vibhishan now will curse my name, +And Rama as a braggart blame, +Who promised—but his word is vain— +That he in Lanka's isle should reign. +Return, Sugríva: reft of me +Lead back thy Vanars o'er the sea, +Nor hope to battle face to face +With him who rules the giant race. +Well have ye done and nobly fought, +And death in desperate combat sought. +All that heroic might can do, +Brave Vanars, has been done by you. +My faithful friends I now dismiss: +Return: my last farewell is this.” +Bedewed with tears was every cheek +As thus the Vanars heard him speak. +Vibhishan on the field had stayed +The Vanar hosts who fled dismayed. +Now lifting up his mace on high +With martial step the chief drew nigh. +The hosts who watched by Rama's side +Beheld his shape and giant stride. +'Tis he, 'tis Ravan's son, they thought: +And all in flight their safety sought. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_442.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_442.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0038860884f719df0102312a0eacb4e9eed44f1a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_442.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ +Canto LI. Dhúmraksha's Sally. + +Sugríva viewed the flying crowd, +And thus to Angad cried aloud: +“Why run the trembling hosts, as flee +Storm-scattered barks across the sea?” +“Dost thou not mark,” the chief replied, +“Transfixed with shafts, with bloodstreams dyed, +With arrowy toils about them wound, +The sons of Raghu on the ground?” +That moment brought Vibhishan near. +Sugríva knew the cause of fear, +And ordered Jambavan, who led +The bears, to check the hosts that fled. +The king of bears his hest obeyed: +The Vanars' headlong flight was stayed. +A little while Vibhishan eyed +The brothers fallen side by side. +His giant fingers wet with dew +Across the heroes' eyes he drew, +Still on the pair his sad look bent, +And spoke these word in wild lament: +“Ah for the mighty chiefs brought low +By coward hand and stealthy blow! +Brave pair who loved the open fight, +Slain by that rover of the night. +Dishonest is the victory won +By Indrajít my brother's son. +I on their might for aid relied, +And in my cause they fought and died. +Lost is the hope that soothed each pain: +I live, but live no more to reign, +While Lanka's lord, untouched by ill, +Exults in safe defiance still.” +“Not thus,” Sugríva said, “repine, +For Lanka's isle shall still be thine. +Nor let the tyrant and his son +Exult before the fight be done. +These royal chiefs, though now dismayed, +Freed from the spell by Garuḍ's aid, +Triumphant yet the foe shall meet +And lay the robber at their feet.” +His hope the Vanar monarch told, +And thus Vibhishan's grief consoled. +Then to Sushen who at his side +Expectant stood, Sugríva cried: +“When these regain their strength and sense, +Fly, bear them to Kishkindha hence. +Here with my legions will I stay, +The tyrant and his kinsmen slay, +And, rescued from the giant king, +The Maithil lady will I bring, +Like Glory lost of old, restored +By Śakra, heaven's almighty lord.” +Sushen made answer: “Hear me yet: +When Gods and fiends in battle met, +So fiercely fought the demon crew, +So wild a storm of arrows flew, +That heavenly warriors faint with pain, +Sank smitten by the ceaseless rain. +Vṛihaspati,959 with herb and spell, +Cured the sore wounds of those who fell. +And, skilled in arts that heal and save, +New life and sense and vigour gave. +Far, on the Milky Ocean's shore, +Still grow those herbs in boundless store; +Let swiftest Vanars thither speed +And bring them for our utmost need. +Those herbs that on the mountain spring +Let Panas and Sampati bring, +For well the wondrous leaves they know, +That heal each wound and life bestow. +Beside that sea which, churned of yore, +The amrit on its surface bore, +Where the white billows lash the land, +Chandra's fair height and Drona stand. +Planted by Gods each glittering steep +Looks down upon the milky deep. +Let fleet Hanúman bring us thence +Those herbs of wondrous influence.” +Meanwhile the rushing wind grew loud, +Red lightnings flashed from banks of cloud. +The mountains shook, the wild waves rose, +And smitten with resistless blows +[pg 465] +Unrooted fell each stately tree +That fringed the margin of the sea. +All life within the waters feared +Then, as the Vanars gazed, appeared +King Garuḍ's self, a wondrous sight, +Disclosed in flames of fiery light. +From his fierce eye in sudden dread +All serpents in a moment fled. +And those transformed to shaft that bound +The princes vanished in the ground. +On Raghu's sons his eyes he bent, +And hailed the lords armipotent. +Then o'er them stooped the feathered king, +And touched their faces with his wing. +His healing touch their pangs allayed, +And closed each rent the shafts had made. +Again their eyes were bright and bold, +Again the smooth skin shone like gold. +Again within their shell enshrined +Came memory and each power of mind: +And, from those numbing bonds released, +Their spirit, zeal, and strength increased. +Firm on their feet they stood, and then +Thus Rama spake, the lord of men: +“By thy dear grace in sorest need +From deadly bonds we both are freed. +To these glad eyes as welcome now +As Aja960 or my sire art thou. +Who art thou, mighty being? say, +Thus glorious in thy bright array.” +He ceased: the king of birds replied, +While flashed his eye with joy and pride: +“In me, O Raghu's son, behold +One who has loved thee from of old: +Garuḍ, the lord of all that fly, +Thy guardian and thy friend am I. +Not all the Gods in heaven could loose +These numbing bonds, this serpent noose, +Wherewith fierce Ravan's son, renowned +For magic arts, your limbs had bound. +Those arrows fixed in every limb +Were mighty snakes, transformed by him. +Blood thirsty race, they live beneath +The earth, and slay with venomed teeth. +On, smite the lord of Lanka's isle, +But guard you from the giants' guile +Who each dishonest art employ +And by deceit brave foes destroy. +So shall the tyrant Ravan bleed, +And Síta from his power be freed.” +Thus Garuḍ spake: then, swift as thought, +The region of the sky he sought, +Where in the distance like a blaze +Of fire he vanished from the gaze. +Then the glad Vanars' joy rang out +In many a wild tumultuous shout, +And the loud roar of drum and shell +Startled each distant sentinel. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_443.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_443.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b68d4e03d2ab197d0cd60a40f21b6c15d697db33 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_443.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto LII. Dhúmraksha's Death. + +King Ravan, where he sat within, +Heard from his hall the deafening din, +And with a spirit ill at ease +Addressed his lords in words like these: +“That warlike shout, those joyous cries, +Loud as the thunder of the skies, +Upsent from every Vanar throat, +Some new-born confidence denote. +Hark, how the sea and trembling shore +Re-echo with the Vanars' roar. +Though arrowy chains, securely twined +Both Rama and his brother bind, +Still must the fierce triumphant shout +Disturb my soul with rising doubt. +Swift envoys to the army send, +And learn what change these cries portend.” +Obedient, at their master's call, +Fleet giants clomb the circling wall. +They saw the Vanars formed and led: +They saw Sugríva at their head, +The brothers from their bonds released: +And hope grew faint and fear increased. +Their faces pale with doubt and dread, +Back to the giant king they sped, +And to his startled ear revealed +The tidings of the battle field. +The flush of rage a while gave place +To chilling fear that changed his face: +“What?” cried the tyrant, “are my foes +Freed from the binding snakes that close +With venomed clasp round head and limb, +Bright as the sun and fierce like him: +The spell a God bestowed of yore, +The spell that never failed before? +If arts like these be useless, how +Shall giant strength avail us now? +Go forth, Dhúmraksha, good at need, +The bravest of my warriors lead: +Force through the foe thy conquering way, +And Rama and the Vanars slay.” +Before his king with reverence due +Dhúmraksha bowed him, and withdrew. +Around him at his summons came +Fierce legions led by chiefs of fame. +Well armed with sword and spear and mace, +They hurried to the gathering place, +And rushed to battle, borne at speed +By elephant and car and steed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_444.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_444.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ce4b9cb82a7ad36885adaba8f011113929bdecc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_444.txt @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +Canto LIII. Vajradanshtra's Sally. + +The Vanars saw the giant foe +Pour from the gate in gallant show, +[pg 466] +Rejoiced with warriors' fierce delight +And shouted, longing for the fight. +Near came the hosts and nearer yet: +Dire was the tumult as they met, +As, serried line to line opposed, +The Vanars and the giants closed. +Fierce on the foe the Vanars rushed, +And, wielding trees, the foremost crushed; +But, feathered from the heron's wing, +With eager flight from sounding string, +Against them shot with surest aim +A ceaseless storm of arrows came: +And, pierced in head and chest and side, +Full many a Vanar fell and died. +They perished slain in fierce attacks +With sword and pike and battle-axe; +But myriads following undismayed +Their valour in the fight displayed. +Unnumbered Vanars rent and torn +With shaft and spear to earth were borne. +But crushed by branchy trees and blocks +Of jagged stone and shivered rocks +Which the wild Vanars wielded well +The bravest of the giants fell. +Their trampled banners strewed the fields, +And broken swords and spears and shields; +And, crushed by blows which none might stay, +Cars, elephants, and riders lay. +Dhúmraksha turned his furious eye +And saw his routed legions fly. +Still dauntless, with terrific blows, +He struck and slew his foremost foes. +At every blow, at every thrust, +He laid a Vanar in the dust. +So fell they neath the sword and lance +In battle's wild Gandharva961 dance, +Where clang of bow and clash of sword +Did duty for the silvery chord, +And hoofs that rang and steeds that neighed +Loud concert for the dancers made. +So fiercely from Dhúmraksha's bow +His arrows rained in ceaseless flow, +The Vanar legions turned and fled +To all the winds discomfited. +Hanúman saw the Vanars fly; +He heaved a mighty rock on high. +His keen eyes flashed with wrathful fire, +And, rapid as the Wind his sire, +Strong as the rushing tempests are, +He hurled it at the advancing car. +Swift through the air the missile sang: +The giant from the chariot sprang, +Ere crushed by that terrific blow +Lay pole and wheel and flag and bow. +Hanúman's eyes with fury blazed: +A mountain's rocky peak he raised, +Poised it on high in act to throw, +And rushed upon his giant foe. +Dhúmraksha saw: he raised his mace +And smote Hanúman on the face, +Who maddened by the wound's keen pang +Again upon his foeman sprang; +And on the giant's head the rock +Descended with resistless shock. +Crushed was each limb: a shapeless mass +He lay upon the blood-stained grass. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_445.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_445.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..92e5b00fecdfb0c70cb144e44d6e0a615b1bb76b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_445.txt @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +Canto LIV. Vajradanshtra's Death. + +When Ravan in his palace heard +The mournful news, his wrath was stirred; +And, gasping like a furious snake, +To Vajradanshṭra thus he spake: +“Go forth, my fiercest captain, lead +The bravest of the giants' breed. +Go forth, the sons of Raghu slay +And by their side Sugríva lay.” +He ceased: the chieftain bowed his head +And forth with gathered troops he sped. +Cars, camels, steeds were well arrayed, +And coloured banners o'er them played. +Rings decked his arms: about his waist +The life-protecting mail was braced, +And on the chieftain's forehead set +Glittered his cap and coronet. +Borne on a bannered car that glowed +With golden sheen the warrior rode, +And footmen marched with spear and sword +And bow and mace behind their lord. +In pomp and pride of warlike state +They sallied from the southern gate, +But saw, as on their way they sped, +Dread signs around and overhead. +For there were meteors falling fast, +Though not a cloud its shadow cast; +And each ill-omened bird and beast, +Forboding death, the fear increased, +While many a giant slipped and reeled, +Falling before he reached the field. +They met in mortal strife engaged, +And long and fierce the battle raged. +Spears, swords uplifted, gleamed and flashed, +And many a chief to earth was dashed. +A ceaseless storm of arrows rained, +And limbs were pierced and blood-distained. +Terrific was the sound that filled +The air, and every heart was chilled, +As hurtling o'er the giants flew +The rocks and trees which Vanars threw. +Fierce as a hungry lion when +Unwary deer approach his den, +[pg 467] +Angad, his eyes with fury red, +Waving a tree above his head, +Rushed with wild charge which none could stay +Where stood the giants' dense array. +Like tall trees levelled by the blast +Before him fell the giants fast, +And earth that streamed with blood was strown +With warriors, steeds, and cars o'erthrown. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_446.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_446.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a0f24a2784772e05294d05389d1aac6adba6ea46 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_446.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Canto LIX. Ravan's Sally. + +The giant leader fiercely rained +His arrows and the fight maintained. +Each time the clanging cord he drew +His certain shaft a Vanar slew. +Then, as the creatures he has made +Fly to the Lord of Life for aid, +To Angad for protection fled +The Vanar hosts dispirited. +Then raged the battle fiercer yet +When Angad and the giant met. +A hundred thousand arrows, hot +With flames of fire, the giant shot; +And every shaft he deftly sent +His foeman's body pierced and rent. +From Angad's limbs ran floods of gore: +A stately tree from earth he tore, +Which, maddened as his gashes bled, +He hurled at his opponent's head. +His bow the dauntless giant drew; +To meet the tree swift arrows flew, +Checked the huge missile's onward way, +And harmless on the earth it lay. +A while the Vanar chieftain gazed, +Then from the earth a rock he raised +Rent from a thunder-splitten height, +And cast it with resistless might. +The giant marked, and, mace in hand, +Leapt from his chariot to the sand, +Ere the rough mass descending broke +The seat, the wheel, the pole and yoke. +Then Angad seized a shattered hill, +Whereon the trees were flowering still, +And with full force the jagged peak +Fell crashing on the giant's cheek. +He staggered, reeled, and fell: the blood +Gushed from the giant in a flood. +Reft of his might, each sense astray, +A while upon the sand he lay. +But strength and wandering sense returned +Again his eyes with fury burned, +And with his mace upraised on high +He wounded Angad on the thigh. +Then from his hand his mace he threw, +And closer to his foeman drew. +Then with their fists they fought, and smote +On brow and cheek and chest and throat. +Worn out with toil, their limbs bedewed, +With blood, the strife they still renewed, +Like Mercury and fiery Mars +Met in fierce battle mid the stars. +A while the deadly fight was stayed: +Each armed him with his trusty blade +Whose sheath with tinkling bells supplied, +And golden net, adorned his side; +And grasped his ponderous leather shield +To fight till one should fall or yield. +Unnumbered wounds they gave and took: +Their wearied bodies reeled and shook. +At length upon the sand that drank +Streams of their blood the warriors sank, +But as a serpent rears his head +Sore wounded by a peasant's tread, +So Angad, fallen on his knees, +Yet gathered strength his sword to seize; +And, severed by the glittering blade, +The giant's head on earth was laid. + +[pg 468] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_447.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_447.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..52cc0cd0c27c615967b75c92f1c2e06249e7cc6d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_447.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ +Canto LX. Kumbhakarna Roused. + +They told him that the chief was killed, +And Ravan's breast with rage was filled. +Then, fiercely moved by wrath and pride, +Thus to his lords the tyrant cried: +“No longer, nobles, may we show +This lofty scorn for such a foe +By whom our bravest, with his train +Of steeds and elephants, is slain. +Myself this day will take the field, +And Raghu's sons their lives shall yield.” +High on the royal car, that glowed +With glory from his face, he rode; +And tambour shell and drum pealed out, +And joyful was each giant's shout. +A mighty host, with eyeballs red +Like flames of kindled fire, he led. +He passed the city gate, and viewed, +Arrayed, the Vanar multitude, +Those wielding massy rocks, and these +Armed with the stems of uptorn trees, +And Rama with his eyes aglow +With warlike ardour viewed the foe, +And thus the brave Vibhishan, best +Of weapon-wielding chiefs, addressed: +“What captain leads this bright array +Where lances gleam and banners play, +And thousands armed with spear and sword +Await the bidding of their lord?” +“Seest, thou,” Vibhishan answered, “one +Whose face is as the morning sun, +Preëminent for hugest frame? +Akampan962 is the giant's name. +Behold that chieftain, chariot-borne, +Whom Brahma's chosen gifts adorn. +He wields a bow like Indra's own; +A lion on his flag is shown, +His eyes with baleful fire are lit: +'Tis Ravan's son, 'tis Indrajít. +There, brandishing in mighty hands +His huge bow, Atikaya stands. +And that proud warrior o'er whose head +A moon-bright canopy is spread: +Whose might, in many a battle tried, +Has tamed imperial Indra's pride; +Who wears a crown of burnished gold, +Is Lanka's lord the lofty-souled.” +He ceased: and Rama knew his foe, +And laid an arrow on his bow: +“Woe to the wretch,” he cried, “whom fate +Abandons to my deadly hate.” +He spoke, and, firm by Lakshman's side, +The giant to the fray defied. +The lord of Lanka bade his train +Of warriors by the gates remain, +To guard the city from surprise +By Rama's forest born allies. +Then as some monster of the sea +Cleaves swift-advancing billows, he +Charged with impetuous onset through +The foe, and cleft the host in two. +Sugríva ran, the king to meet: +A hill uprooted from its seat +He hurled, with trees that graced the height +Against the rover of the night: +But cleft with shafts that checked its way +Harmless upon the earth it lay. +Then fiercer Ravan's fury grew, +An arrow from his side he drew, +Swift as a thunderbolt, aglow +With fire, and launched it at the foe. +Through flesh and bone a way it found, +And stretched Sugríva on the ground. +Sushen and Nala saw him fall, +Gavaksha, Gavaya heard their call, +And, poising hills, in act to fling +They charged amain the giant king. +They charged, they hurled the hills in vain, +He checked them with his arrowy rain, +And every brave assailant felt +The piercing wounds his missiles dealt, +Then smitten by the shafts that came +Keen, fleet, and thick, with certain aim, +They fled to Rama, sure defence +Against the oppressor's violence, +Then, reverent palm to palm applied, +Thus Lakshman to his brother cried: +“To me, my lord, the task entrust +To lay this giant in the dust.” +“Go, then,” said Rama, “bravely fight; +Beat down this rover of the night. +But he, unmatched in bold emprise, +Fears not the Lord of earth and skies, +Keep on thy guard: with keenest eye +Thy moments of attack espy. +Let hand and eye in due accord +Protect thee with the bow and sword.” +Then Lakshman round his brother threw +His mighty arms in honour due, +Bent lowly down his reverent head, +And onward to the battle sped. +Hanúman from afar beheld +How Ravan's shafts the Vanars quelled: +To meet the giant's car he ran, +Raised his right arm and thus began: +“If Brahma's boon thy life has screened +From Yaksha, God, Gandharva, fiend, +With these contending fear no ill, +But tremble at a Vanar still.” +With fury flashing from his eye +The lord of Lanka made reply: +“Strike, Vanar, strike: the fray begin, +And hope eternal fame to win. +This arm shall prove thee in the strife +[pg 469] +And end thy glory and thy life.” +“Remember,” cried the Wind-God's son, +“Remember all that I have done, +My prowess, King, thou knowest well, +Shown in the fight when Aksha963 fell.” +With heavy hand the giant smote +Hanúman on the chest and throat, +Who reeled and staggered to and fro, +Stunned for a moment by the blow. +Till, mustering strength, his hand he reared +And struck the foe whom Indra feared. +His huge limbs bent beneath the shock, +As mountains, in an earthquake, rock, +And from the Gods and sages pealed +Shouts of loud triumph as he reeled. +But strength returning nerved his frame: +His eyeballs flashed with fiercer flame. +No living creature might resist +That blow of his tremendous fist +Which fell upon Hanúman's flank: +And to the ground the Vanar sank, +No sign of life his body showed: +And Ravan in his chariot rode +At Níla; and his arrowy rain +Fell on the captain and his train. +Fierce Níla stayed his Vanar band, +And, heaving with his single hand +A mountain peak, with vigorous swing +Hurled the huge missile at the king. +Hanúman life and strength regained, +Burned for the fight and thus complained: +“Why, coward giant, didst thou flee +And leave the doubtful fight with me?” +Seven mighty arrows keen and fleet +The giant launched, the hill to meet; +And, all its force and fury stayed, +The harmless mass on earth was laid. +Enraged the Vanar chief beheld +The mountain peak by force repelled, +And rained upon the foe a shower +Of trees uptorn with branch and flower. +Still his keen shafts which pierced and rent +Each flying tree the giant sent: +Still was the Vanar doomed to feel +The tempest of the winged steel. +Then, smarting from that arrowy storm, +The Vanar chief condensed his form,964 +And lightly leaping from the ground +On Ravan's standard footing found; +Then springing unimpeded down +Stood on his bow and golden crown. +The Vanar's nimble leaps amazed +Ikshvaku's son who stood and gazed. +The giant, raging in his heart, +Laid on his bow a fiery dart; +The Vanar on his flagstaff eyed, +And thus in tones of fury cried: +“Well skilled in magic lore art thou: +But will thine art avail thee now? +See if thy magic will defend +Thy life against the dart I send.” +Thus Ravan spake, the giant king, +And loosed the arrow from the string. +It pierced, with direst fury sped, +The Vanar with its flaming head. +His father's might, his power innate +Preserved him from the threatened fate. +Upon his knees he fell, distained +With streams of blood, but life remained. +Still Ravan for the battle burned: +At Lakshman next his car he turned, +And charged amain with furious show, +Straining in mighty hands his bow. +“Come,” Lakshman cried, “assay the fight: +Leave foes unworthy of thy might.” +Thus Lakshman spoke: and Lanka's lord +Heard the dread thunder of the cord. +And mad with burning rage and pride +In hasty words like these replied: +“Joy, joy is mine, O Raghu's son: +Thy fate to-day thou canst not shun. +Slain by mine arrows thou shalt tread +The gloomy pathway of the dead.” +Thus as he spoke his bow he drew, +And seven keen shafts at Lakshman flew, +But Raghu's son with surest aim +Cleft every arrow as it came. +Thus with fleet shafts each warrior shot +Against his foe, and rested not. +Then one choice weapon from his store, +By Brahma's self bestowed of yore, +Fierce as the flames that end the world, +The giant king at Lakshman hurled. +The hero fell, and racked with pain, +Scarce could his hand his bow retain. +But sense and strength resumed their seat +And, lightly springing to his feet, +He struck with one tremendous stroke +And Ravan's bow in splinters broke. +From Lakshman's cord three arrows flew +And pierced the giant monarch through. +Sore wounded Ravan closed, and round +Ikshvaku's son his strong arms wound. +With strength unrivalled, Brahma's gift, +He strove from earth his foe to lift. +“Shall I,” he cried, “who overthrow +Mount Meru and the Lord of Snow, +And heaven and all who dwell therein, +Be foiled by one of Rama's kin?” +But though he heaved, and toiled, and strained, +Unmoved Ikshvaku's son remained. +His frame by those huge arms compressed +The giant's God-given force confessed, +But conscious that himself was part +[pg 470] +Of Vishnu, he was firm in heart. +The Wind-God's son the fight beheld, +And rushed at Ravan, rage-impelled. +Down crashed his mighty hand; the foe +Full in the chest received the blow. +His eyes grew dim, his knees gave way, +And senseless on the earth he lay. +The Wind-God's son to Rama bore +Deep-wounded Lakshman stained with gore. +He whom no foe might lift or bend +Was light as air to such a friend. +The dart that Lakshman's side had cleft, +Untouched, the hero's body left, +And flashing through the air afar +Resumed its place in Ravan's car; +And, waxing well though wounded sore, +He felt the deadly pain no more. +And Ravan, though with deep wounds pained, +Slowly his sense and strength regained, +And furious still and undismayed +On bow and shaft his hand he laid. +Then Hanuman to Rama cried: +“Ascend my back, great chief, and ride +Like Vishnu borne on Garuḍ's wing, +To battle with the giant king.” +So, burning for the dire attack, +Rode Rama on the Vanar's back, +And with fierce accents loud and slow +Thus gave defiance to the foe, +While his strained bowstring made a sound +Like thunder when it shakes the ground: +“Stay, Monarch of the giants, stay, +The penalty of sin to pay. +Stay! whither wilt thou fly, and how +Escape the death that waits thee now?” +No word the giant king returned: +His eyes with flames of fury burned. +His arm was stretched, his bow was bent, +And swift his fiery shafts were sent. +Red torrents from the Vanar flowed: +Then Rama near to Ravan strode, +And with keen darts that never failed, +The chariot of the king assailed. +With surest aim his arrows flew: +The driver and the steeds he slew. +And shattered with the pointed steel +Car, flag, and pole and yoke and wheel. +As Indra hurls his bolt to smite +Mount Meru's heaven-ascending height, +So Rama with a flaming dart +Struck Lanka's monarch near the heart, +Who reeled and fell beneath the blow +And from loose fingers dropped his bow. +Bright as the sun, with crescent head, +From Rama's bow an arrow sped, +And from his forehead, proud no more, +Cleft the bright coronet he wore. +Then Rama stood by Ravan's side +And to the conquered giant cried: +“Well hast thou fought: thine arm has slain +Strong heroes of the Vanar train. +I will not strike or slay thee now, +For weary, faint with fight art thou. +To Lanka's town thy footsteps bend, +And there the night securely spend. +To-morrow come with car and bow, +And then my prowess shalt thou know.” +He ceased: the king in humbled pride +Rose from the earth and naught replied. +With wounded limbs and shattered crown +He sought again his royal town. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_448.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_448.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ec85e23349a2c60943a7510ae3d8dfe9641159ad --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_448.txt @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +Canto LXI. The Vanars' Alarm. + +With humbled heart and broken pride +Through Lanka's gate the giant hied, +Crushed, like an elephant beneath +A lion's spring and murderous teeth, +Or like a serpent 'neath the wing +And talons of the Feathered King. +Such was the giant's wild alarm +At arrows shot by Rama's arm; +Shafts with red lightning round them curled, +Like Brahma's bolts that end the world. +Supported on his golden throne, +With failing eye and humbled tone, +“Giants,” he cried, “the toil is vain, +Fruitless the penance and the pain, +If I whom Indra owned his peer, +Secure from Gods, a mortal fear. +My soul remembers, now too late, +Lord Brahma's words who spoke my fate: +“Tremble, proud Giant,” thus they ran, +“And dread thy death from slighted man. +Secure from Gods and demons live, +And serpents, by the boon I give. +Against their power thy life is charmed, +But against man is still unarmed.” +This Rama is the man foretold +By Anaranya's965 lips of old: +“Fear, Ravan, basest of the base: +For of mine own imperial race +A prince in after time shall spring +And thee and thine to ruin bring. +And Vedavatí,966 ere she died +Slain by my ruthless insult, cried: +[pg 471] +“A scion of my royal line +Shall slay, vile wretch, both thee and thine.” +She in a later birth became +King Janak's child, now Rama's dame. +Nandíśvara967 foretold this fate, +And Uma968 when I moved her hate, +And Rambha,969 and the lovely child +Of Varun970 by my touch defiled. +I know the fated hour is nigh: +Hence, captains, to your stations fly. +Let warders on the rampart stand: +Place at each gate a watchful band; +And, terror of immortal eyes, +Let mightiest Kumbhakarna rise. +He, slumbering, free from care and pain, +By Brahma's curse, for months has lain. +But when Prahasta's death he hears, +Mine own defeat and doubts and fears, +The chief will rise to smite the foe +And his unrivalled valour show. +Then Raghu's royal sons and all +The Vanars neath his might will fall.” +The giant lords his hest obeyed, +They left him, trembling and afraid, +And from the royal palace strode +To Kumbhakarna's vast abode. +They carried garlands sweet and fresh, +And reeking loads of blood and flesh. +They reached the dwelling where he lay, +A cave that reached a league each way, +Sweet with fair blooms of lovely scent +And bright with golden ornament. +His breathings came so fierce and fast, +Scarce could the giants brook the blast. +They found him on a golden bed +With his huge limbs at length outspread. +They piled their heaps of venison near, +Fat buffaloes and boars and deer. +With wreaths of flowers they fanned his face, +And incense sweetened all the place. +Each raised his mighty voice as loud +As thunders of an angry cloud, +And conchs their stirring summons gave +That echoed through the giant's cave. +Then on his breast they rained their blows, +And high the wild commotion rose +When cymbal vied with drum and horn. +And war cries on the gale upborne. +Through all the air loud discord spread, +And, struck with fear, the birds fell dead. +But still he slept and took his rest. +Then dashed they on his shaggy chest +Clubs, maces, fragments of the rock: +He moved not once, nor felt the shock. +The giants made one effort more +With shell and drum and shout and roar. +Club, mallet, mace, in fury plied, +Rained blows upon his breast and side. +And elephants were urged to aid, +And camels groaned and horses neighed. +They drenched him with a hundred pails, +They tore his ears with teeth and nails. +They bound together many a mace +And beat him on the head and face; +And elephants with ponderous tread +Stamped on his limbs and chest and head. +The unusual weight his slumber broke: +He started, shook his sides, and woke; +And, heedless of the wounds and blows, +Yawning with thirst and hunger rose, +His jaws like hell gaped fierce and wide, +Dire as the flame neath ocean's tide. +Red as the sun on Meru's crest +The giant's face his wrath expressed, +And every burning breath he drew +Was like the blast that rushes through +The mountain cedars. Up he raised +His awful head with eyes that blazed +Like comets, dire as Death in form +Who threats the worlds with fire and storm. +The giants pointed to their stores +Of buffaloes and deer and boars, +And straight he gorged him with a flood +Of wine, with marrow, flesh, and blood. +He ceased: the giants ventured near +And bent their lowly heads in fear. +Then Kumbhakar[n.]a glared with eyes +Still heavy in their first surprise, +Still drowsy from his troubled rest, +And thus the giant band addressed. +“How have ye dared my sleep to break? +No trifling cause should bid me wake. +Say, is all well? or tell the need +That drives you with unruly speed +To wake me. Mark the words I say, +The king shall tremble in dismay, +[pg 472] +The fire be quenched and Indra slain +Ere ye shall break my rest in vain.” +Yúpaksha answered: “Chieftain, hear; +No God or fiend excites our fear. +But men in arms our walls assail: +We tremble lest their might prevail. +For vengeful Rama vows to slay +The foe who stole his queen away, +And, matchless for his warlike deeds, +A host of mighty Vanars leads. +Ere now a monstrous Vanar came, +Laid Lanka waste with ruthless flame, +And Aksha, Ravan's offspring, slew +With all his warrior retinue. +Our king who never trembled yet +For heavenly hosts in battle met, +At length the general dread has shared, +O'erthrown by Rama's arm and spared.” +He ceased: and Kumbhakarna spake: +“I will go forth and vengeance take; +Will tread their hosts beneath my feet, +Then triumph-flushed our king will meet. +Our giant bands shall eat their fill +Of Vanars whom this arm shall kill. +The princes' blood shall be my draught, +The chieftains' shall by you be quaffed.” +He spake, and, with an eager stride +That shook the earth, to Ravan hied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_449.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_449.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..125b7bfa1cac237e2a6aa21745b18c4555de97d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_449.txt @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +Canto LXII. Ravan's Request. + +The son of Raghu near the wall +Saw, proudly towering over all, +The mighty giant stride along +Attended by the warrior throng; +Heard Kumbhakarna's heavy feet +Awake the echoes of the street; +And, with the lust of battle fired, +Turned to Vibhishan and inquired: +“Vibhishan, tell that chieftain's name +Who rears so high his mountain frame; +With glittering helm and lion eyes, +Preëminent in might and size +Above the rest of giant birth, +He towers the standard of the earth; +And all the Vanars when they see +The mighty warrior turn and flee.” +“In him,” Vibhishan answered, “know +Viśravas' son, the Immortals' foe, +Fierce Kumbhakarna, mightier far +Than Gods and fiends and giants are. +He conquered Yama in the fight, +And Indra trembling owned his might. +His arm the Gods and fiends subdued, +Gandharvas and the serpent brood. +The rest of his gigantic race +Are wondrous strong by God-giving grace; +But nature at his birth to him +Gave matchless power and strength of limb. +Scarce was he born, fierce monster, when +He killed and ate a thousand men. +The trembling race of men, appalled, +On Indra for protection called; +And he, to save the suffering world, +His bolt at Kumbhakarna hurled. +So awful was the monster's yell +That fear on all the nations fell, +He, rushing on with furious roar, +A tusk from huge Airavat tore, +And dealt the God so dire a blow +That Indra reeling left his foe, +And with the Gods and mortals fled +To Brahma's throne dispirited. +“O Brahma,” thus the suppliants cried, +“Some refuge for this woe provide. +If thus his maw the giant sate +Soon will the world be desolate.” +The Self-existent calmed their woe, +And spake in anger to their foe: +“As thou wast born, Pulastya's son, +That worlds might weep by thee undone, +Thou like the dead henceforth shalt be: +Such is the curse I lay on thee.” +Senseless he lay, nor spoke nor stirred; +Such was the power of Brahma's word. +But Ravan, troubled for his sake, +Thus to the Self-existent spake: +“Who lops the tree his care has reared +When golden fruit has first appeared? +Not thus, O Brahma, deal with one +Descended from thine own dear son.971 +Still thou, O Lord, thy word must keep, +He may not die, but let him sleep. +Yet fix a time for him to break +The chains of slumber and awake.” +He ceased: and Brahma made reply; +“Six months in slumber shall he lie +And then arising for a day +Shall cast the numbing bonds away.” +Now Ravan in his doubt and dread +Has roused the monster from his bed, +Who comes in this the hour of need +On slaughtered Vanars flesh to feed. +Each Vanar, when his awe-struck eyes +Behold the monstrous chieftain, flies. +With hopeful words their minds deceive, +And let our trembling hosts believe +They see no giant, but, displayed, +A lifeless engine deftly made.” +Then Rama called to Níla: “Haste, +Let troops near every gate be placed, +And, armed with fragments of the rock +And trees, each lane and alley block.” +[pg 473] +Thus Rama spoke: the chief obeyed, +And swift the Vanars stood arrayed, +As when the black clouds their battle form, +The summit of a hill to storm. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_45.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_45.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..07ff25cea41965b0bee7913959d8d5745809d23b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_45.txt @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +Canto XLVIII. Indra And Ahalya + +Thus to Lord Indra, Thousand-eyed, +Softly beseeching Diti sighed. +When but a blighted bud was left, +Which Indra's hand in seven had cleft:213 +“No fault, O Lord of Gods, is thine; +The blame herein is only mine. +But for one grace I fain would pray, +As thou hast reft this hope away. +This bud, O Indra, which a blight +Has withered ere it saw the light— +From this may seven fair spirits rise +To rule the regions of the skies. +Be theirs through heaven's unbounded space +On shoulders of the winds to race, +My children, drest in heavenly forms, +Far-famed as Maruts, Gods of storms. +One God to Brahma's sphere assign, +Let one, O Indra, watch o'er thine; +And ranging through the lower air, +The third the name of Vayu214 bear. +Gods let the four remaining be, +And roam through space, obeying thee.” +The Town-destroyer, Thousand-eyed, +Who smote fierce Bali till he died, +Joined suppliant hands, and thus replied: +“Thy children heavenly forms shall wear; +The names devised by thee shall bear, +And, Maruts called by my decree, +Shall Amrit drink and wait on me. +From fear and age and sickness freed, +Through the three worlds their wings shall speed.” +Thus in the hermits' holy shade +Mother and son their compact made, +And then, as fame relates, content, +Home to the happy skies they went. +This is the spot—so men have told— +Where Lord Mahendra215 dwelt of old, +This is the blessed region where +His votaress mother claimed his care. +Here gentle Alambúsha bare +To old Ikshvaku, king and sage, +Viśala, glory of his age, +By whom, a monarch void of guilt, +Was this fair town Viśala built. +[pg 060] +His son was Hemachandra, still +Renowned for might and warlike skill. +From him the great Suchandra came; +His son, Dhúmraśva, dear to fame. +Next followed royal Srinjay; then +Famed Sahadeva, lord of men. +Next came Kuśaśva, good and mild, +Whose son was Somadatta styled, +And Sumati, his heir, the peer +Of Gods above, now governs here. +And ever through Ikshvaku's grace, +Viśala's kings, his noble race, +Are lofty-souled, and blest with length +Of days, with virtue, and with strength. +This night, O prince, we here will sleep; +And when the day begins to peep, +Our onward way will take with thee, +The king of Míthila to see.” +Then Sumati, the king, aware +Of Viśvamitra's advent there, +Came quickly forth with honour meet +The lofty-minded sage to greet. +Girt with his priest and lords the king +Did low obeisance, worshipping, +With suppliant hands, with head inclined, +Thus spoke he after question kind; +“Since thou hast deigned to bless my sight, +And grace awhile thy servant's seat, +High fate is mine, great Anchorite, +And none may with my bliss compete.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_450.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_450.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8726ce53e2514a686a8c00ef19ddac048b54dab6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_450.txt @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +Canto LXIII. Kumbhakarna's Boast. + +Along bright Lanka's royal road +The giant, roused from slumber, strode, +While from the houses on his head +A rain of fragrant flowers was shed. +He reached the monarch's gate whereon +Rich gems and golden fretwork shone. +Through court and corridor that shook +Beneath his tread his way he took, +And stood within the chamber where +His brother sat in dark despair. +But sudden, at the grateful sight +The monarch's eye again grew bright. +He started up, forgot his fear, +And drew his giant brother near. +The younger pressed the elder's feet +And paid the King observance meet, +Then cried: “O Monarch, speak thy will, +And let my care thy word fulfil. +What sudden terror and dismay +Have burst the bonds in which I lay?” +Fierce flashed the flame from Ravan's eye, +As thus in wrath he made reply: +“Fair time, I ween, for sleep is this, +To lull thy soul in tranquil bliss, +Unheeding, in oblivion drowned, +The dangers that our lives surround. +Brave Rama, Daśaratha's son, +A passage o'er the sea has won, +And, with the Vanar monarch's aid, +Round Lanka's walls his hosts arrayed. +Though never in the deadly field +My Rakshas troops were known to yield, +The bravest of the giant train +Have fallen by the Vanars slain. +Hence comes my fear. O fierce and brave, +Go forth, our threatened Lanka save. +Go forth, a dreadful vengeance take: +For this, O chief, I bade thee wake. +The Gods and trembling fiends have felt +The furious blows thine arm has dealt. +Earth has no warrior, heaven has none +To match thy might, Paulastya's son.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_451.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_451.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..261801f25a21cd6dbaaf30400cb9288f9944fc80 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_451.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto LXIV. Mahodar's Speech. + +Then Kumbhakarna laughed aloud +And cried; “O Monarch, once so proud, +We warned thee, but thou wouldst not hear; +And now the fruits of sin appear. +We warned thee, I, thy nobles, all +Who loved thee, in thy council hall. +Those sovereigns who with blinded eyes +Neglect the foe their hearts despise, +Soon, falling from their high estate +Bring on themselves the stroke of fate. +Accept at length, thy life to save, +The counsel sage Vibhishan gave, +The prudent counsel spurned before, +And Síta to her lord restore.”972 +The monarch frowned, by passion moved +And thus in angry words reproved: +“Wilt thou thine elder brother school, +Forgetful of the ancient rule +That bids thee treat him as the sage +Who guides thee with the lore of age? +Think on the dangers of the day, +Nor idly throw thy words away: +If, led astray, by passion stirred, +I in the pride of power have erred; +If deeds of old were done amiss, +No time for vain reproach is this. +Up, brother; let thy loving care +The errors of thy king repair.” +To calm his wrath, his soul to ease, +The younger spake in words like these: +“Yea, from our bosoms let us cast +All idle sorrow for the past. +Let grief and anger be repressed: +Again be firm and self-possessed. +This day, O Monarch, shalt thou see +The Vanar legions turn and flee, +And Rama and his brother slain +With their hearts' blood shall dye the plain. +Yea, if the God who rules the dead, +And Varun their battalions led; +If Indra with the Storm-Gods came +Against me, and the Lord of Flame, +Still would I fight with all and slay +Thy banded foes, my King, to-day. +If Raghu's son this day withstand +The blow of mine uplifted hand, +Deep in his breast my darts shall sink, +And torrents of his life-blood drink. +O fear not, in my promise trust: +This arm shall lay him in the dust, +Shall leave the fierce Sugríva dyed +With gore, and Lakshman by his side, +And strike the great Hanúman down, +The spoiler of our glorious town.”973 +[pg 474] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_452.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_452.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c671b0ec54a01e52998a6fa583b7345079549022 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_452.txt @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +Canto LXV. Kumbhakarna's Speech. + +He ceased: and when his lips were closed +Mahodar thus his rede opposed: +“Why wilt thou shame thy noble birth +And speak like one of little worth? +Why boast thee thus in youthful pride +Rejecting wisdom for thy guide? +How will thy single arm oppose +The victor of a thousand foes, +Who proved in Janasthan his might +And slew the rovers of the night? +The remnant of those legions, they +Who saw his power that fatal day, +Now in this leaguered city dread +The mighty chief from whom they fled. +And wouldst thou meet the lord of men, +Beard the great lion in his den, +And, when thine eyes are open, break +The slumber of a deadly snake? +Who may an equal battle wage +With him, so awful in his rage, +Fierce as the God of Death whom none +May vanquish, Daśaratha's son? +But, Ravan, shall the lady still +Refuse compliance with thy will? +No, listen, King, to this design +Which soon shall make the captive thine. +This day through Lanka's streets proclaim +That four of us974 of highest fame +With Kumbhakarna at our head +Will strike the son of Raghu dead. +Forth to the battle will we go +And prove our prowess on the foe. +Then, if our bold attempt succeed, +No further plans thy hopes will need. +But if in vain our warriors strive, +And Raghu's son be left alive, +We will return, and, wounded sore, +Our armour stained with gouts of gore, +Will show the shafts that rent each frame, +Keen arrows marked with Rama's name, +And say we giants have devoured +The princes whom our might o'erpowered. +Then let the joyful tidings spread +That Raghu's royal sons are dead. +To all around thy pleasure show, +Gold, pearls, and precious robes, bestow. +Gay garlands round the portals twine, +Enjoy the banquet and the wine. +Then go, the scornful lady seek, +And woo her when her heart is weak. +Rich robes and gold and gems display, +And gently wile her grief away. +Then will she feel her hopeless state, +Widowed, forlorn, and desolate; +Know that on thee her bliss depends, +Far from her country and her friends; +Then, her proud spirit overthrown, +The lady will be all thine own.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_453.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_453.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..15de298c11bf3154205cdd4f9e5063c456808489 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_453.txt @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +Canto LXVI. Kumbhakarna's Sally. + +But haughty Kumbhakarna spurned +His counsel, and to Ravan turned: +“Thy life from peril will I free +And slay the foe who threatens thee. +A hero never vaunts in vain, +Like bellowing clouds devoid of rain, +Nor, Monarch, be thine ear inclined +To counsellors of slavish kind, +Who with mean arts their king mislead +And mar each gallant plan and deed. +O, let not words like his beguile +The glorious king of Lanka's isle.” +Thus scornful Kumbhakarna cried, +And Ravan with a laugh replied: +“Mahodar fears and fain would shun +The battle with Ikshvaku's son. +Of all my giant warriors, who +Is strong as thou, and brave and true? +Ride, conqueror, to the battle ride, +And tame the foeman's senseless pride. +Go forth like Yama to the field, +And let thine arm thy trident wield. +Scared by the lightning of thine eye +The Vanar hosts will turn and fly; +And Rama, when he sees thee near, +With trembling heart will own his fear.” +The champion heard, and, well content, +Forth from the hall his footsteps bent. +He grasped his spear, the foeman's dread, +Black iron all, both shaft and head, +Which, dyed in many a battle, bore +Great spots of slaughtered victims' gore. +The king upon his neck had thrown +The jewelled chain which graced his own. +And garlands of delicious scent +About his limbs for ornament. +Around his arms gay bracelets clung, +And pendants in his ears were hung. +Adorned with gold, about his waist +His coat of mail was firmly braced, +And like Narayan975 or the God +Who rules the sky he proudly trod. +Behind him went a mighty throng +Of giant warriors tall and strong, +[pg 475] +On elephants of noblest breeds. +With cars, with camels, and with steeds: +And, armed with spear and axe and sword +Were fain to battle for their lord.976 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_454.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_454.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cbac6d7f7c3a2c98be9205cc39f425cdfbdca478 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_454.txt @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +Canto LXVII. Kumbhakarna's Death. + +In pomp and pride of warlike state +The giant passed the city gate. +He raised his voice: the hills, the shore +Of Lanka's sea returned the roar. +The Vanars saw the chief draw nigh +Whom not the ruler of the sky, +Nor Yama, monarch of the dead, +Might vanquish, and affrighted fled. +When royal Angad, Bali's son, +Saw the scared Vanars turn and run, +Undaunted still he kept his ground, +And shouted as he gazed around: +“O Nala, Níla, stay nor let +Your souls your generous worth forget, +O Kumud and Gavaksha, why +Like base-born Vanars will ye fly? +Turn, turn, nor shame your order thus: +This giant is no match for us” +They heard his voice: the flight was stayed; +Again for war they stood arrayed, +And hurled upon the foe a shower +Of mountain peaks and trees in flower. +Still on his limbs their missiles rained: +Unmoved, their blows he still sustained, +And seemed unconscious of the stroke +When rocks against his body broke. +Fierce as the flame when woods are dry +He charged with fury in his eye. +Like trees consumed with fervent heat +They fell beneath the giant's feet. +Some o'er the ground, dyed red with gore, +Fled wild with terror to the shore, +And, deeming that all hope was lost, +Ran to the bridge they erst had crossed. +Some clomb the trees their lives to save, +Some sought the mountain and the cave; +Some hid them in the bosky dell, +And there in deathlike slumber fell. +When Angad saw the chieftains fly +He called them with a mighty cry: +“Once more, O Vanars, charge once more, +On to the battle as before. +In all her compass earth has not, +To hide you safe, one secret spot. +What! leave your arms? each nobler dame +Will scorn her consort for the shame. +This blot upon your names efface, +And keep your valour from disgrace. +Stay, chieftains; wherefore will ye run, +A band of warriors scared by one?” +Scarce would they hear: they would not stay, +And basely spoke in wild dismay: +“Have we not fought, and fought in vain +Have we not seen our mightiest slain? +The giant's matchless force we fear, +And fly because our lives are dear.” +But Bali's son with gentle art +Dispelled their dread and cheered each heart. +They turned and formed and waited still +Obedient to the prince's will. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_455.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_455.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e6e712196e63e8e5e727d7c0135295f8c63f7687 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_455.txt @@ -0,0 +1,289 @@ +Canto LXVIII. Ravan's Lament. + +Thus from their flight the Vanars turned, +And every heart for battle burned, +Determined on the spot to die +Or gain a warrior's meed on high. +Again the Vanars stooped to seize +Their weapons, rocks and fallen trees; +Again the deadly fight began, +And fiercely at the giant ran. +Unmoved the monster kept his place: +He raised on high his awful mace, +Whirled the huge weapon round his head +And laid the foremost Vanars dead. +Eight thousand fell bedewed with gore, +Then sank and died seven hundred more. +Then thirty, twenty, ten, or eight +At each fierce onset met their fate, +And fast the fallen were devoured +Like snakes by Garuḍ's beak o'erpowered. +Then Dwivid from the Vanar van, +Armed with an uptorn mountain, ran, +Like a huge cloud when fierce winds blow, +And charged amain the mountain foe. +With wondrous force the hill he threw: +O'er Kumbhakarna's head it flew, +And falling on his host afar +Crushed many a giant, steed, and car. +Rocks, trees, by fierce Hanúman sped, +Rained fast on Kumbhakarna's head. +Whose spear each deadlier missile stopped, +And harmless on the plain it dropped. +[pg 476] +Then with his furious eyes aglow +The giant rushed upon the foe, +Where, with a woody hill upheaved, +Hanúman's might his charge received. +Through his vast frame the giant felt +The angry blow Hanúman dealt. +He reeled a moment, sore distressed, +Then smote the Vanar on the breast, +As when the War-God's furious stroke +Through Krauncha's hill a passage broke.977 +Fierce was the blow, and deep and wide +The rent: with crimson torrents dyed, +Hanúman, maddened by the pain, +Roared like a cloud that brings the rain, +And from each Rakshas throat rang out +Loud clamour and exultant shout. +Then Níla hurled with mustered might +The fragment of a mountain height; +Nor would the rock the foe have missed, +But Kumbhakarna raised his fist +And smote so fiercely that the mass +Fell crushed to powder on the grass. +Five chieftains of the Vanar race978 +Charged Kumbhakarna face to face, +And his huge frame they wildly beat +With rocks and trees and hands and feet. +Round Rishabh first the giant wound +His arms and hurled him to the ground, +Where speechless, senseless, wounded sore, +He lay his face besmeared with gore. +Then Níla with his fist he slew, +And Śarabh with his knee o'erthrew, +Nor could Gavaksha's strength withstand +The force of his terrific hand. +At Gandhamadan's eager call +Rushed thousands to avenge their fall, +Nor ceased those Vanars to assail +With knee and fist and tooth and nail. +Around his foes the giant threw +His mighty arms, and nearer drew +The captives subject to his will: +Then snatched them up and ate his fill. +There was no respite then, no pause: +Fast gaped and closed his hell-like jaws: +Yet, prisoned in that gloomy cave, +Some Vanars still their lives could save: +Some through his nostrils found a way, +Some through his ears resought the day. +Like Indra with his thunder, like +The God of Death in act to strike, +The giant seized his ponderous spear, +And charged the foe in swift career. +Before his might the Vanars fell, +Nor could their hosts his charge repel. +Then trembling, nor ashamed to run, +They turned and fled to Raghu's son. +When Bali's warrior son979 beheld +Their flight, his heart with fury swelled. +He rushed, with his terrific shout, +To meet the foe and stay the rout. +He came, he hurled a mountain peak, +And smote the giant on the cheek. +His ponderous spear the giant threw: +Fierce was the cast, the aim was true; +But Angad, trained in war and tried, +Saw ere it came, and leapt aside. +Then with his open hand he smote +The giant on the chest and throat. +That blow the giant scarce sustained; +But sense and strength were soon regained. +With force which nothing might resist +He caught the Vanar by the wrist, +Whirled him, as if in pastime, round, +And dashed him senseless on the ground. +There low on earth his foe lay crushed: +At King Sugríva next he rushed, +Who, waiting for the charge, stood still, +And heaved on high a shattered hill, +He looked on Kumbhakarna dyed +With streams of blood, and fiercely cried: +“Great glory has thine arm achieved, +And thousands of their lives bereaved. +Now leave a while thy meaner foes, +And brook the hill Sugríva throws.” +He spoke, and hurled the mass he held: +The giant's chest the stroke repelled, +Then on the Vanars fell despair, +And Rakshas clamour filled the air. +The giant raised his arm, and fast +Came the tremendous980 spear he cast. +Hanúman caught it as it flew, +And knapped it on his knee in two. +The giant saw the broken spear: +His clouded eye confessed his fear; +Yet at Sugríva's head he sent +A peak from Lanka's mountain rent. +[pg 477] +The rushing mass no might could stay: +Sugríva fell and senseless lay. +The giant stooped his foe to seize, +And bore him thence, as bears the breeze +A cloud in autumn through the sky. +He heard the sad Immortals sigh, +And shouts of triumph long and loud +Went up from all the Rakshas crowd. +Through Lanka's gate the giant passed +Holding his struggling captive fast, +While from each terrace, house, and tower +Fell on his haughty head a shower +Of fragrant scent and flowery rain, +Blossoms and leaves and scattered grain.981 +By slow degrees the Vanars' lord +Felt life and sense and strength restored. +He heard the giants' joyful boast: +He thought upon his Vanar host. +His teeth and feet he fiercely plied, +And bit and rent the giant's side, +Who, mad with pain and smeared with gore, +Hurled to the ground the load he bore. +Regardless of a storm of blows +Swift to the sky the Vanar rose, +Then lightly like a flying ball +High overleapt the city wall, +And joyous for deliverance won +Regained the side of Raghu's son. +And Kumbhakarna, mad with hate +And fury, sallied from the gate, +The carnage of the foe renewed +And filled his maw with gory food. +Slaying, with headlong frenzy blind, +Both Vanar foes and giant kind. +Nor would Sumitra's valiant son982 +The might of Kumbhakarna shun, +Who through his harness felt the sting +Of keen shafts loosened from the string. +His heart confessed the warrior's power, +And, bleeding from the ceaseless shower +That smote him on the chest and side, +With words like these the giant cried: +“Well fought, well fought, Sumitra's son; +Eternal glory hast thou won, +For thou in desperate fight hast met +The victor never conquered yet, +Whom, borne on huge Airavat's back, +E'en Indra trembles to attack. +Go, son of Queen Sumitra, go: +Thy valour and thy strength I know. +Now all my hope and earnest will +Is Rama in the fight to kill. +Let him beneath my weapons fall, +And I will meet and conquer all.” +The chieftain, of Sumitra born, +Made answer as he laughed in scorn: +“Yea, thou hast won a victor's fame +From trembling Gods and Indra's shame. +There waits thee now a mightier foe +Whose prowess thou hast yet to know. +There, famous in a hundred lands, +Rama the son of Raghu stands.” +Straight at the king the giant sped, +And earth was shaken at his tread. +His bow the hero grasped and strained, +And deadly shafts in torrents rained. +As Kumbhakarna felt each stroke +From his huge mouth burst fire and smoke; +His hands were loosed in mortal pain +And dropped his weapons on the plain. +Though reft of spear and sword and mace +No terror changed his haughty face. +With heavy hands he rained his blows +And smote to death a thousand foes. +Where'er the furious monster strode +While down his limbs the red blood flowed +Like torrents down a mountain's side, +Vanars and bears and giants died. +High o'er his head a rock he swung, +And the huge mass at Rama flung. +But Rama's arrows bright as flame +Shattered the mountain as it came. +Then Raghu's son, his eyes aglow +With burning anger, charged the foe, +And as his bow he strained and tried +With fearful clang the cord replied. +Wroth at the bowstring's threatening clang +To meet his foe the giant sprang. +High towering with enormous frame +Huge as a wood-crowned hill he came. +But Rama firm and self-possessed +In words like these the foe addressed: +“Draw near, O Rakshas lord, draw near, +Nor turn thee from the fight in fear. +Thou meetest Rama face to face, +Destroyer of the giant race. +Come, fight, and thou shalt feel this hour, +Laid low in death, thy conqueror's power.” +He ceased: and mad with wrath and pride +The giant champion thus replied: +“Come thou to me and thou shalt find +A foeman of a different kind. +No Khara, no Viradha,—thou +Hast met a mightier warrior now. +The strength of Kumbhakarna fear, +And dread the iron mace I rear +This mace in days of yore subdued +The Gods and Danav multitude. +Prove, lion of Ikshvaku's line, +Thy power upon these limbs of mine. +Then, after trial, shalt thou bleed, +And with thy flesh my hunger feed.” +He ceased: and Rama, undismayed, +Upon his cord those arrows laid +[pg 478] +Which pierced the stately Sal trees through, +And Bali king of Vanars slew. +They flew, they smote, but smote in vain +Those mighty limbs that felt no pain. +Then Rama sent with surest aim +The dart that bore the Wind-God's name. +The missile from the giant tore +His huge arm and the mace it bore, +Which crushed the Vanars where it fell: +And dire was Kumbhakarna's yell. +The giant seized a tree, and then +Rushed madly at the lord of men. +Another dart, Lord Indra's own, +To meet his furious onset thrown, +His left arm from the shoulder lopped, +And like a mountain peak it dropped. +Then from the bow of Rama sped +Two arrows, each with crescent head; +And, winged with might which naught could stay, +They cut the giant's legs away. +They fell, and awful was the sound +As those vast columns shook the ground; +And sky and sea and hill and cave +In echoing roars their answer gave. +Then from his side the hero drew +A dart that like the tempest flew— +No deadlier shaft has ever flown +Than that which Indra called his own— +Nor could the giant's mail-armed neck +The fury of the missile check. +Through skin and flesh and bone it smote +And rent asunder head and throat. +Down with the sound of thunder rolled +The head adorned with rings of gold, +And crushed to pieces in its fall +A gate, a tower, a massive wall. +Hurled to the sea the body fell: +Terrific was the ocean's swell, +Nor could swift fin and nimble leap +Save the crushed creatures of the deep. +Thus he who plagued in impious pride +The Gods and Brahmans fought and died. +Glad were the hosts of heaven, and long +The air re-echoed with their song.983 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_456.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_456.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..88221f5a41c777cba0057508e6ae20be4daa18c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_456.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +Canto LXIX. Narantak's Death. + +They ran to Ravan in his hall +And told him of his brother's fall: +“Fierce as the God who rules the dead, +Upon the routed foe he fed; +And, victor for a while, at length +Fell slain by Rama's matchless strength. +Now like a mighty hill in size +His mangled trunk extended lies, +And where he fell, a bleeding mass, +Blocks Lanka's gate that none may pass.” +The monarch heard: his strength gave way; +And fainting on the ground he lay. +Grieved at the giants' mournful tale, +Long, shrill was Atikaya's wail; +And Triśiras in sorrow bowed +His triple head, and wept aloud. +Mahodar, Mahaparśva shed +Hot tears and mourned their brother dead. +At length, his wandering sense restored, +In loud lament cried Lanka's lord: +“Ah chief, for might and valour famed, +Whose arm the haughty foeman tamed, +Forsaking me, thy friends and all, +Why hast thou fled to Yama's hall? +Why hast thou fled to taste no more +The slaughtered foeman's flesh and gore? +Ah me, my life is done to-day: +My better arm is lopped away. +Whereon in danger I relied, +And, fearless, Gods and fiends defied. +How could a shaft from Rama's bow +The matchless giant overthrow, +Whose iron frame so strong of yore +The crushing bolt of Indra bore? +This day the Gods and sages meet +And triumph at their foe's defeat. +This day the Vanar chiefs will boast +And, with new ardour fired, their host +In fiercer onset will assail +Our city, and the ramparts scale. +What care I for a monarch's name, +For empire, or the Maithil dame? +What joy can power and riches give, +Or life that I should care to live, +Unless this arm in mortal fray +The slayer of my brother slay? +For me, of Kumbhakarna reft, +Death is the only solace left; +And I will seek, o'erwhelmed with woes, +The realm to which my brother goes. +Ah me ill-minded, not to take +His counsel when Vibhishan spake +When he this evil day foretold +My foolish heart was overbold: +I drove my sage adviser hence, +And reap the fruits of mine offence.” +[pg 479] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_457.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_457.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a5f853675562249c365ac2fda95a4fbe9bca7305 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_457.txt @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +Canto LXX. The Death Of Trisiras. + +Pierced to the soul by sorrow's sting +Thus wailed the evil-hearted king. +Then Triśiras stood forth and cried: +“Yea, father, he has fought and died, +Our bravest: and the loss is sore: +But rouse thee, and lament no more. +Hast thou not still thy coat of mail, +Thy bow and shafts which never fail? +A thousand asses draw thy car +Which roars like thunder heard afar. +Thy valour and thy warrior skill, +Thy God-given strength, are left thee still. +Unarmed, thy matchless might subdued +The Gods and Danav multitude. +Armed with thy glorious weapons, how +Shall Raghu's son oppose thee now? +Or, sire, within thy palace stay; +And I myself will sweep away +Thy foes, like Garuḍ when he makes +A banquet of the writhing snakes. +Soon Raghu's son shall press the plain, +As Narak984 fell by Vishnu slain, +Or Śambar985 in rebellious pride +Who met the King of Gods986 and died.” +The monarch heard: his courage grew, +And life and spirit came anew. +Devantak and Narantak heard, +And their fierce souls with joy were stirred; +And Atikaya987 burned to fight, +And heard the summons with delight; +While from the rest loud rang the cry, +“I too will fight,” “and I,” “and I.” +The joyous king his sons embraced, +With gold and chains and jewels graced, +And sent them forth with stirring speech +Of benison and praise to each. +Forth from the gate the princes sped +And ranged for war the troops they led. +The Vanar legions charged anew, +And trees and rocks for missiles flew. +They saw Narantak's mighty form +Borne on a steed that mocked the storm. +To check his charge in vain they strove: +Straight through their host his way he clove, +As springs a dolphin through the tide: +And countless Vanars fell and died, +And mangled limbs and corpses lay +To mark the chief's ensanguined way, +Sugríva saw them fall or fly +When fierce Narantak's steed was nigh, +And marked the giant where he sped +O'er heaps of dying or of dead. +He bade the royal Angad face +That bravest chief of giant race. +As springs the sun from clouds dispersed, +So Angad from the Vanars burst. +No weapon for the fight he bore +Save nails and teeth, and sought no more. +“Leave, giant chieftain,” thus he spoke, +“Leave foes unworthy of thy stroke, +And bend against a nobler heart +The terrors of thy deadly dart.” +Narantak heard the words he spake: +Fast breathing, like an angry snake, +With bloody teeth his lips he pressed +And hurled his dart at Angad's breast. +True was the aim and fierce the stroke, +Yet on his breast the missile broke. +Then Angad at the giant flew, +And with a blow his courser slew: +The fierce hand crushed through flesh and bone, +And steed and rider fell o'erthrown. +Narantak's eyes with fury blazed: +His heavy hand on high he raised +And struck in savage wrath the head +Of Bali's son, who reeled and bled, +Fainted a moment and no more: +Then stronger, fiercer than before +Smote with that fist which naught could stay, +And crushed to death the giant lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_458.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_458.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e94c4611f333928656e62c1b44dad01530c4d3cc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_458.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto LXXI. Atikaya's Death. + +Then raged the Rakshas chiefs, and all +Burned to avenge Narantak's fall. +Devantak raised his club on high +And rushed at Angad with a cry. +Behind came Triśiras, and near +Mahodar charged with levelled spear. +There Angad stood to fight with three: +High o'er his head he waved a tree, +And at Devantak, swift and true +As Indra's flaming bolt, it flew. +But, cut by giant shafts in twain, +With minished force it flew in vain. +A shower of trees and blocks of stone +From Angad's hand was fiercely thrown; +But well his club Devantak plied +And turned each rock and tree aside. +Nor yet, by three such foes assailed, +[pg 480] +The heart of Angad sank or quailed. +He slew the mighty beast that bore +Mahodar: from his head he tore +A bleeding tusk, and blow on blow +Fell fiercely on his Rakshas foe. +The giant reeled, but strength regained, +And furious strokes on Angad rained, +Who, wounded by the storm of blows, +Sank on his knees, but swiftly rose. +Then Triśiras, as up he sprang, +Drew his great bow with awful clang, +And fixed three arrows from his sheaf +Full in the forehead of the chief. +Hanúman saw, nor long delayed +To speed with Níla to his aid, +Who at the three-faced giant sent +A peak from Lanka's mountain rent. +But Triśiras with certain aim +Shot rapid arrows as it came: +And shivered by their force it broke +And fell to earth with flash and smoke. +Then as the Wind-God's son came nigh, +Devantak reared his mace on high. +Hanúman smote him on the head +And stretched the monstrous giant dead. +Fierce Triśiras with fury strained +His bow, and showers of arrows rained +That smote on Níla's side and chest: +He sank a moment, sore distressed; +But quickly gathered strength to seize +A mountain with its crown of trees. +Crushed by the hill, distained with gore, +Mahodar fell to rise no more. +Then Triśiras raised high his spear +Which chilled the trembling foe with fear +And, like a flashing meteor through +The air at Hanúman it flew. +The Vanar shunned the threatened stroke, +And with strong hands the weapon broke. +The giant drew his glittering blade: +Dire was the wound the weapon made +Deep in the Vanar's ample chest, +Who, for a moment sore oppressed, +Raised his broad hand, regaining might, +And struck the rover of the night. +Fierce was the blow: with one wild yell +Low on the earth the monster fell. +Hanúman seized his fallen sword +Which served no more its senseless lord, +And from the monster triple-necked +Smote his huge heads with crowns bedecked. +Then Mahaparśva burned with ire; +Fierce flashed his eyes with vengeful fire. +A moment on the dead he gazed, +Then his black mace aloft was raised, +And down the mass of iron came +That struck and shook the Vanar's frame. +Hanúman's chest was wellnigh crushed, +And from his mouth red torrents gushed: +Yet served one instant to restore +His spirit: from the foe he tore +His awful mace, and smote, and laid +The giant in the dust dismayed. +Crushed were his jaws and teeth and eyes: +Breathless and still he lay as lies +A summit from a mountain rent +By him who rules the firmament. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_459.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_459.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d145b6a6c71e6f99e380b853caf4edb7d60b03dd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_459.txt @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +Canto LXXII. Ravan's Speech. + +But Atikaya's wrath grew high +To see his noblest kinsmen die. +He, fiercest of the giant race, +Presuming still on Brahma's grace; +Proud tamer of the Immortals' pride, +Whose power and might with Indra's vied, +For blood and vengeful carnage burned, +And on the foe his fury turned. +High on a car that flashed and glowed +Bright as a thousand suns he rode. +Around his princely brows was set +A rich bejewelled coronet. +Gold pendants in his ears he wore; +He strained and tried the bow he bore, +And ever, as a shaft he aimed, +His name and royal race proclaimed. +Scarce might the Vanars brook to hear +His clanging bow and voice of fear: +To Raghu's elder son they fled, +Their sure defence in woe and dread. +Then Rama bent his eyes afar +And saw the giant in his car +Fast following the flying crowd +And roaring like a rainy cloud. +He, with the lust of battle fired, +Turned to Vibhishan and inquired: +“Say, who is this, of mountain size, +This archer with the lion eyes? +His car, which strikes our host with awe, +A thousand eager coursers draw. +Surrounded by the flashing spears +Which line his car, the chief appears +Like some huge cloud when lightnings play +About it on a stormy day; +And the great bow he joys to hold +Whose bended back is bright with gold, +As Indra's bow makes glad the skies, +That best of chariots glorifies. +O see the sunlike splendour flung +From the great flag above him hung, +Where, blazoned with refulgent lines, +Rahu988 the dreadful Dragon shines. +Full thirty quivers near his side, +His car with shafts is well supplied: +[pg 481] +And flashing like the light of stars +Gleam his two mighty scimitars. +Say, best of giants, who is he +Before whose face the Vanars flee?” +Thus Rama spake. Vibhishan eyed +The giants' chief, and thus replied: +“This Rama, this is Ravan's son: +High fame his youthful might has won. +He, best of warriors, bows his ear +The wisdom of the wise to hear. +Supreme is he mid those who know +The mastery of sword and bow. +Unrivalled in the bold attack +On elephant's or courser's back, +He knows, beside, each subtler art, +To win the foe, to bribe, or part. +On him the giant hosts rely, +And fear no ill when he is nigh. +This peerless chieftain bears the name +Of Atikaya huge of frame, +Whom Dhanyamaliní of yore +To Ravan lord of Lanka bore.” +Roused by his bow-string's awful clang, +To meet their foes the Vanars sprang. +Armed with tall trees from Lanka's wood, +And rocks and mountain peaks, they stood. +The giant's arrows, gold-bedecked, +The storm of hurtling missiles checked; +And ever on his foemen poured +Fierce tempest from his clanging cord; +Nor could the Vanar chiefs sustain +His shafts' intolerable rain. +They fled: the victor gained the place +Where stood the lord of Raghu's race, +And cried with voice of thunder: “Lo, +Borne on my car, with shaft and bow, +I, champion of the giants, scorn +To fight with weaklings humbly born. +Come forth your bravest, if he dare, +And fight with one who will not spare.” +Forth sprang Sumitra's noble child,989 +And strained his ready bow, and smiled; +And giants trembled as the clang +Through heaven and earth reëchoing rang. +The giant to his string applied +A pointed shaft, and proudly cried; +“Turn, turn, Sumitra's son and fly, +For terrible as Death am I. +Fly, nor that youthful form oppose, +Untrained in war, to warriors' blows. +What! wilt thou waste thy childish breath +And wake the dormant fire of death? +Cast down, rash boy, that useless bow: +Preserve thy life, uninjured go.” +He ceased: and stirred by wrath & pride +Sumitra's noble son replied: +“By warlike deed, not words alone, +The valour of the brave is shown. +Cease with vain boasts my scorn to move, +And with thine arm thy prowess prove. +Borne on thy car, with sword and bow, +With all thine arms, thy valour show. +Fight, and my deadly shafts this day +Low in the dust thy head shall lay, +And, rushing fast in ceaseless flood, +Shall rend thy flesh and drink thy blood.” +His giant foe no answer made, +But on his string an arrow laid. +He raised his arm, the cord he drew, +At Lakshman's breast the arrow flew. +Sumitra's son, his foemen's dread, +Shot a fleet shaft with crescent head, +Which cleft that arrow pointed well, +And harmless to the earth it fell. +A shower of shafts from Lakshman's bow +Fell fast and furious on the foe +Who quailed not as the missiles smote +With idle force his iron coat. +Then came the friendly Wind-God near, +And whispered thus in Lakshman's ear: +“Such shafts as these in vain assail +Thy foe's impenetrable mail. +A more tremendous missile try, +Or never may the giant die. +Employ the mighty spell, and aim +The weapon known by Brahma's name.” +He ceased; Sumitra's son obeyed: +On his great bow the shaft was laid, +And with a roar like thunder, true +As Indra's flashing bolt, it flew. +The giant poured his shafts like rain +To check its course, but all in vain. +With spear and mace and sword he tried +To turn the fiery dart aside. +Winged with a force which naught could check, +It smote the monster in the neck, +And, sundered from his shoulders, rolled +To earth his head and helm of gold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_46.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_46.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..74753c4caa4f60fa7b2647305f5a722dfb0d05ef --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_46.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ +Canto XLIX. Ahalya Freed. + +When mutual courtesies had past, +Viśala's ruler spoke at last: +“These princely youths, O Sage, who vie +In might with children of the sky, +Heroic, born for happy fate, +With elephants' or lions' gait, +Bold as the tiger or the bull, +With lotus eyes so large and full, +Armed with the quiver, sword, and bow, +Whose figures like the Aśvins216 show, +Like children of the deathless Powers, +Come freely to these shades of ours,217— +How have they reached on foot this place? +What do they seek, and what their race? +As sun and moon adorn the sky, +This spot the heroes glorify. +Alike in stature, port, and mien, +The same fair form in each is seen,” +He spoke; and at the monarch's call +The best of hermits told him all, +How in the grove with him they dwelt, +And slaughter to the demons dealt. +Then wonder filled the monarch's breast, +Who tended well each royal guest. +Thus entertained, the princely pair +Remained that night and rested there, +And with the morn's returning ray +To Mithila pursued their way. +When Janak's lovely city first +Upon their sight, yet distant, burst, +The hermits all with joyful cries +Hailed the fair town that met their eyes. +Then Rama saw a holy wood, +Close, in the city's neighbourhood, +O'ergrown, deserted, marked by age, +And thus addressed the mighty sage: +“O reverend lord. I long to know +What hermit dwelt here long ago.” +Then to the prince his holy guide, +Most eloquent of men, replied: +“O Rama, listen while I tell +Whose was this grove, and what befell +When in the fury of his rage +The high saint cursed the hermitage. +This was the grove—most lovely then— +Of Gautam, O thou best of men, +Like heaven itself, most honoured by +The Gods who dwell above the sky. +Here with Ahalya at his side +His fervid task the ascetic plied. +Years fled in thousands. On a day +It chanced the saint had gone away, +When Town-destroying Indra came, +And saw the beauty of the dame. +The sage's form the God endued, +And thus the fair Ahalya wooed: +“Love, sweet! should brook no dull delay +But snatch the moments when he may.” +She knew him in the saint's disguise, +Lord Indra of the Thousand Eyes, +But touched by love's unholy fire, +She yielded to the God's desire. +“Now, Lord of Gods!” she whispered, “flee, +From Gautam save thyself and me.” +Trembling with doubt and wild with dread +Lord Indra from the cottage fled; +But fleeing in the grove he met +The home-returning anchoret, +Whose wrath the Gods and fiends would shun, +Such power his fervent rites had won. +Fresh from the lustral flood he came, +In splendour like the burning flame, +With fuel for his sacred rites, +And grass, the best of eremites. +The Lord of Gods was sad of cheer +To see the mighty saint so near, +And when the holy hermit spied +In hermit's garb the Thousand-eyed, +[pg 061] +He knew the whole, his fury broke +Forth on the sinner as he spoke: +“Because my form thou hast assumed, +And wrought this folly, thou art doomed, +For this my curse to thee shall cling, +Henceforth a sad and sexless thing.” +No empty threat that sentence came, +It chilled his soul and marred his frame, +His might and godlike vigour fled, +And every nerve was cold and dead. +Then on his wife his fury burst, +And thus the guilty dame he cursed: +“For countless years, disloyal spouse, +Devoted to severest vows, +Thy bed the ashes, air thy food, +Here shalt thou live in solitude. +This lonely grove thy home shall be, +And not an eye thy form shall see. +When Rama, Daśaratha's child, +Shall seek these shades then drear and wild, +His coming shall remove thy stain, +And make the sinner pure again. +Due honour paid to him, thy guest, +Shall cleanse thy fond and erring breast, +Thee to my side in bliss restore, +And give thy proper shape once more.”218 +Thus to his guilty wife he said, +Then far the holy Gautam fled, +And on Himalaya's lovely heights +Spent the long years in sternest rites.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_460.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_460.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef8ed781bdc7b1fb33d31d2ab4a2b1caef049938 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_460.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto LXXIII. Indrajít's Victory. + +The giants bent, in rage and grief, +Their eyes upon the fallen chief: +Then flying wild with fear and pale +To Ravan bore the mournful tale. +He heard how Atikaya died, +Then turned him to his lords, and cried: +“Where are they now—my bravest—where, +Wise to consult and prompt to dare? +Where is Dhúmraksha, skilled to wield +All weapons in the battle field? +Akampan, and Prahasta's might, +And Kumbhakarna bold in fight? +These, these and many a Rakshas more, +Each master of the arms he bore, +[pg 482] +Who every foe in fight o'erthrew, +The victors none could e'er subdue, +Have perished by the might of one, +The vengeful arm of Raghu's son. +In vain I cast mine eyes around, +No match for Rama here is found, +No chief to stand before that bow +Whose deadly shafts have caused our woe. +Now, warriors, to your stations hence; +Provide ye for the wall's defence, +And be the Aśoka garden, where +The lady lies, your special care. +Be every lane and passage barred, +Set at each gate a chosen guard. +And with your troops, where danger calls, +Be ready to defend the walls. +Each movement of the Vanars mark; +Observe them when the skies grow dark; +Be ready in the dead of night, +And ere the morning bring the light. +Taught by our loss we may not scorn +These legions of the forest-born.” +He ceased: the Rakshas lords obeyed; +Each at his post his troops arrayed: +And, torn with pangs that pierced him through +The monarch from the hall withdrew. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_461.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_461.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fde0e21e4f18c0f4def7ee5feda2a60c9579f135 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_461.txt @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +Canto LXXIV. The Medicinal Herbs. + +But Indrajít the fierce and bold +With words like these his sire consoled: +“Dismiss, O King, thy grief and dread, +And be not thus disquieted. +Against this numbing sorrow strive, +For Indrajít is yet alive; +And none in battle may withstand +The fury of his strong right hand. +This day, O sire, thine eyes shall see +The sons of Raghu slain by me.” +He ceased: he bade the king farewell: +Clear, mid the roar of drum and shell, +The clash of sword and harness rang +As to his car the warrior sprang. +Close followed by his Rakshas train +Through Lanka's gate he reached the plain. +Then down he leapt, and bade a band +Of giants by the chariot stand: +Then with due rites, as rules require, +Did worship to the Lord of Fire. +The sacred oil, as texts ordain, +With wreaths of scented flowers and grain, +Within the flame in order due, +That mightiest of the giants threw. +There on the ground were spear and blade, +And arrowy leaves and fuel laid; +An iron ladle deep and wide, +And robes with sanguine colours dyed. +Beside him stood a sable goat: +The giant seized it by the throat, +And straight from the consuming flame +Auspicious signs of victory came. +For swiftly, curling to the right, +The fire leapt up with willing light +Undimmed by smoky cloud, and, red +Like gold, upon the offering fed. +They brought him, while the flame yet glowed, +The dart by Brahma's grace bestowed, +And all the arms he wielded well +Were charmed with text and holy spell. +Then fiercer for the fight he burned, +And at the foe his chariot turned, +While all his followers lifting high +Their maces charged with furious cry. +Dire, yet more dire the battle grew, +As rocks and trees and arrows flew. +The giant shot his shafts like rain, +And Vanars fell in myriads slain, +Sugríva, Angad, Níla felt +The wounds his hurtling arrows dealt. +His shafts the blood of Gaya drank; +Hanúman reeled and Mainda sank. +Bright as the glances of the sun +Came the swift darts they could not shun. +Caught in the arrowy nets he wove, +In vain the sons of Raghu strove; +And Rama, by the darts oppressed, +His brother chieftain thus addressed: +“See, first this giant warrior sends +Destruction, mid our Vanar friends, +And now his arrows thick and fast +Their binding net around us cast. +To Brahma's grace the chieftain owes +The matchless power and might he shows; +And mortal strength in vain contends +With him whom Brahma's self befriends. +Then let us still with dauntless hearts +Endure this storm of pelting darts. +Soon must we sink bereaved of sense; +And then the victor, hurrying hence, +Will seek his father in his hall +And tell him of his foemen's fall.” +He ceased: o'erpowered by shaft and spell +The sons of Raghu reeled and fell. +The Rakshas on their bodies gazed; +And, mid the shouts his followers raised, +Sped back to Lanka to relate +In Ravan's hall the princes' fate. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_462.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_462.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b150a3fc3752a85972e45acfe6aac14efead60b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_462.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +Canto LXXV. The Night Attack. + +The shades of falling night concealed +The carnage of the battle field, +[pg 483] +Which, bearing each a blazing brand, +Hanúman and Vibhishan scanned, +Moving with slow and anxious tread +Among the dying and the dead. +Sad was the scene of slaughter shown +Where'er the torches' light was thrown. +Here mountain forms of Vanars lay +Whose heads and limbs were lopped away, +Arms, legs and fingers strewed the ground, +And severed heads lay thick around. +The earth was moist with sanguine streams, +And sighs were heard and groans and screams. +There lay Sugríva still and cold, +There Angad, once so brave and bold. +There Jambavan his might reposed, +There Vegadarśí's eyes were closed; +There in the dust was Nala's pride, +And Dwivid lay by Mainda's side. +Where'er they looked the ensanguined plain +Was strewn with myriads of the slain;990 +They sought with keenly searching eyes +King Jambavan supremely wise. +His strength had failed by slow decay, +And pierced with countless shafts he lay. +They saw, and hastened to his side, +And thus the sage Vibhishan cried: +“Thee, monarch of the bears, we seek: +Speak if thou yet art living, speak.” +Slow came the aged chief's reply; +Scarce could he say with many a sigh: +“Torn with keen shafts which pierce each limb, +My strength is gone, my sight is dim; +Yet though I scarce can raise mine eyes, +Thy voice, O chief, I recognize. +O, while these ears can hear thee, say, +Has Hanúman survived this day?” +“Why ask,” Vibhishan cried, “for one +Of lower rank, the Wind-God's son? +Hast thou forgotten, first in place, +The princely chief of Raghu's race? +Can King Sugríva claim no care, +And Angad, his imperial heir?” +“Yea, dearer than my noblest friends +Is he on whom our hope depends. +For if the Wind-God's son survive, +All we though dead are yet alive. +But if his precious life be fled +Though living still we are but dead: +He is our hope and sure relief.” +Thus slowly spoke the aged chief: +Then to his side Hanúman came, +And with low reverence named his name. +Cheered by the face he longed to view +The wounded chieftain lived anew. +“Go forth,” he cried, “O strong and brave, +And in their woe the Vanars save. +No might but thine, supremely great, +May help us in our lost estate. +The trembling bears and Vanars cheer, +Calm their sad hearts, dispel their fear. +Save Raghu's noble sons, and heal +The deep wounds of the winged steel. +High o'er the waters of the sea +To far Himalaya's summits flee. +Kailasa there wilt thou behold, +And Rishabh, with his peaks of gold. +Between them see a mountain rise +Whose splendour will enchant thine eyes; +His sides are clothed above, below, +With all the rarest herbs that grow. +Upon that mountain's lofty crest +Four plants, of sovereign powers possessed, +Spring from the soil, and flashing there +Shed radiance through the neighbouring air. +One draws the shaft: one brings again +The breath of life to warm the slain; +One heals each wound; one gives anew +To faded cheeks their wonted hue. +Fly, chieftain, to that mountain's brow +And bring those herbs to save us now.” +Hanúman heard, and springing through +The air like Vishnu's discus991 flew. +The sea was passed: beneath him, gay +With bright-winged birds, the mountains lay, +And brook and lake and lonely glen, +And fertile lands with toiling men. +On, on he sped: before him rose +The mansion of perennial snows. +There soared the glorious peaks as fair +As white clouds in the summer air. +Here, bursting from the leafy shade, +In thunder leapt the wild cascade. +He looked on many a pure retreat +Dear to the Gods' and sages' feet: +The spot where Brahma dwells apart, +The place whence Rudra launched his dart;992 +Vishnu's high seat and Indra's home, +And slopes where Yama's servants roam. +There was Kuvera's bright abode; +There Brahma's mystic weapon glowed. +There was the noble hill whereon +[pg 484] +Those herbs with wondrous lustre shone, +And, ravished by the glorious sight, +Hanúman rested on the height. +He, moving down the glittering peak, +The healing herbs began to seek: +But, when he thought to seize the prize, +They hid them from his eager eyes. +Then to the hill in wrath he spake: +“Mine arm this day shall vengeance take, +If thou wilt feel no pity, none, +In this great need of Raghu's son.” +He ceased: his mighty arms he bent +And from the trembling mountain rent +His huge head with the life it bore, +Snakes, elephants, and golden ore. +O'er hill and plain and watery waste +His rapid way again he traced. +And mid the wondering Vanars laid +His burthen through the air conveyed, +The wondrous herbs' delightful scent +To all the host new vigour lent. +Free from all darts and wounds and pain +The sons of Raghu lived again, +And dead and dying Vanars healed +Rose vigorous from the battle field. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_463.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_463.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7d69b441bf61f7ec16df69a3d1120022b24f83c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_463.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto XCIII. Ravan's Lament. + +Sugríva spake in words like these: +“Now, Vanar lords, the occasion seize. +For now, of sons and brothers reft, +To Ravan little hope is left: +And if our host his gates assail +His weak defence will surely fail.” +At dead of night the Vanar bands +Rushed on with torches in their hands. +Scared by the coming of the host +Each giant warder left his post. +Where'er the Vanar legions came +Their way was marked with hostile flame +That spread in fury to devour +Palace and temple, gate and tower. +Down came the walls and porches, down +Came stately piles that graced the town. +In many a house the fire was red, +On sandal wood and aloe fed. +And scorching flames in billows rolled +O'er diamonds and pearls and gold. +On cloth of wool, on silk brocade, +On linen robes their fury preyed. +Wheels, poles and yokes were burned, and all +The coursers' harness in the stall; +And elephants' and chariots' gear, +The sword, the buckler, and the spear. +Scared by the crash of falling beams, +Mid lamentations, groans and screams, +Forth rushed the giants through the flames +And with them dragged bewildered dames, +Each, with o'erwhelming terror wild, +Still clasping to her breast a child. +The swift fire from a cloud of smoke +Through many a gilded lattice broke, +And, melting pearl and coral, rose +O'er balconies and porticoes. +The startled crane and peacock screamed +As with strange light the courtyard gleamed, +And fierce unusual glare was thrown +On shrinking wood and heated stone. +From burning stall and stable freed +Rushed frantic elephant and steed, +And goaded by the driving blaze +Fled wildly through the crowded ways. +As earth with fervent heat will glow +When comes her final overthrow; +From gate to gate, from court to spire +Proud Lanka was one blaze of fire, +And every headland, rock and bay +Shone bright a hundred leagues away. +Forth, blinded by the heat and flame +Ran countless giants huge of frame; +And, mustering for fierce attack, +The Vanars charged to drive them back, +While shout and scream and roar and cry +Reëchoed through the earth and sky. +There Rama stood with strength renewed, +And ever, as the foe he viewed, +Shaking the distant regions rang +His mighty bow's tremendous clang. +Then through the gates Nikumbha hied, +And Kumbha by his brother's side, +Sent forth—the bravest and the best— +To battle by the king's behest. +There fought the chiefs in open field, +And Angad fell and Dwivid reeled. +Sugríva saw: by rage impelled +He crushed the bow which Kumbha held. +About his foe Sugríva wound +His arms, and, heaving from the ground +The giant hurled him o'er the bank; +And deep beneath the sea he sank. +Like mandar hill with furious swell +Up leapt the waters where he fell. +Again he rose: he sprang to land +And raised on high his threatening hand: +Full on Sugríva's chest it came +And shook the Vanar's massy frame, +But on the wounded bone he broke +His wrist—so furious was the stroke. +With force that naught could stay or check, +Sugríva smote him neath the neck. +The fierce blow crashed through flesh and bone +And Kumbha lay in death o'erthrown. +Nikumbha saw his brother die, +And red with fury flashed his eye. +He dashed with mighty sway and swing +[pg 485] +His axe against the Vanar king; +But shattered on that living rock +It split in fragments at the shock. +Sugríva, rising to the blow, +Raised his huge hand and smote his foe. +And in the dust the giant lay +Gasping in blood his soul away. diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_464.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_464.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..20e37a0c52c427e34536beda1329a4ee3f146eea --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_464.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +Canto XCVI. Ravan's Sally. + +They sought the king, a mournful train, +And cried, “My lord, thy son is slain. +By Lakshman's hand, before these eyes, +The warrior fell no more to rise. +No time is this for vain regret: +Thy hero son a hero met; +And he whose might in battle pressed +Lord Indra and the Gods confessed, +Whose power was stranger to defeat, +Has gained in heaven a blissful seat.” +The monarch heard the mournful tale: +His heart was faint, his cheek was pale; +His fleeting sense at length regained, +In trembling tones he thus complained: +“Ah me, my son, my pride: the boast +And glory of the giant host. +Could Lakshman's puny might defeat +The foe whom Indra feared to meet? +Could not thy deadly arrows split +Proud Mandar's peaks, O Indrajít, +And the Destroyer's self destroy? +And wast thou conquered by a boy? +I will not weep: thy noble deed +Has blessed thee with immortal meed +Gained by each hero in the skies +Who fighting for his sovereign dies. +Now, fearless of all meaner foes, +The guardian Gods993 will taste repose: +But earth to me, with hill and plain, +Is desolate, for thou art slain. +Ah, whither hast thou fled, and left +Thy mother, Lanka, me bereft; +Left pride and state and wives behind, +And lordship over all thy kind? +I fondly hoped thy hand should pay +Due honours on my dying day: +And couldst thou, O beloved, flee +And leave thy funeral rites to me? +Life has no comfort left me, none, +O Indrajít my son, my son.” +Thus wailed he broken by his woes: +But swift the thought of vengeance rose. +In awful wrath his teeth he gnashed, +And from his eyes red lightning flashed. +Hot from his mouth came fire and smoke, +As thus the king in fury spoke: +“Through many a thousand years of yore +The penance and the pain I bore, +And by fierce torment well sustained +The highest grace of Brahma gained, +His plighted word my life assured, +From Gods of heaven and fiends secured. +He armed my limbs with burnished mail +Whose lustre turns the sunbeams pale, +In battle proof gainst heavenly bands +With thunder in their threatening hands. +Armed in this mail myself will go +With Brahma's gift my deadly bow, +And, cleaving through the foes my way, +The slayers of my son will slay.” +Then, by his grief to frenzy wrought, +The captive in the grove he sought. +Swift through the shady path he sped: +Earth trembled at his furious tread. +Fierce were his eyes: his monstrous hand +Held drawn for death his glittering brand. +[pg 486] +There weeping stood the Maithil dame: +She shuddered as the giant came. +Near drew the rover of the night +And raised his sword in act to smite; +But, by his nobler heart impelled, +One Rakshas lord his arm withheld: +“Wilt thou, great Monarch,” thus he cried, +“Wilt thou, to heavenly Gods allied, +Blot for all time thy glorious fame, +The slayer of a gentle dame? +What! shall a woman's blood be spilt +To stain thee with eternal guilt, +Thee deep in all the Veda's lore? +Far be the thought for evermore. +Ah look, and let her lovely face +This fury from thy bosom chase.” +He ceased: the prudent counsel pleased +The monarch, and his wrath appeased; +Then to his council hall in haste +The giant lord his steps retraced. +[I omit two Cantos in the first of which Rama with an enchanted Gandharva weapon deals destruction among the Rakshases sent out by Ravan, and in the second the Rakshas dames lament the slain and mourn over the madness of Ravan.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_465.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_465.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..11aa4f72636863c27dcddcd19264d7e8cf45de3b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_465.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +Canto C. Ravan In The Field. + +The groans and cries of dames who wailed +The ears of Lanka's lord assailed, +For from each house and home was sent +The voice of weeping and lament. +In troubled thought his head he bowed, +Then fiercely loosing on the crowd +Of nobles near his throne he broke +The silence, and in fury spoke: +“This day my deadly shafts shall fly, +And Raghu's sons shall surely die. +This day shall countless Vanars bleed +And dogs and kites and vultures feed. +Go, bid them swift my car prepare, +Bring the great bow I long to bear: +And let my host with sword and shield +And spear be ready for the field.” +From street to street the captains passed +And Rakshas warriors gathered fast. +With spear and sword to pierce and strike, +And axe and club and mace and pike. +[I omit several weapons for which I cannot find distinctive names, and among them the Sataghní or Centicide, supposed by some to be a kind of fire-arms or rocket, but described by a commentator on the Mahabharata as a stone or cylindrical piece of wood studded with iron spikes.] + +Then Ravan's warrior chariot994 wrought +With gold and rich inlay was brought. +Mid tinkling bells and weapons' clang +The monarch on the chariot sprang, +Which, decked with gems of every hue, +Eight steeds of noble lineage drew. +Mid roars of drum and shell rang out +From countless throats a joyful shout. +As, girt with hosts in warlike pride, +Through Lanka's streets the tyrant hied. +Still, louder than the roar of drums, +Went up the cry “He comes, he comes, +Our ever conquering lord who trod +Beneath his feet both fiend and God.” +On to the gate the warriors swept +Where Raghu's sons their station kept. +When Ravan's car the portal passed +The sun in heaven was overcast. +Earth rocked and reeled from side to side +And birds with boding voices cried. +Against the standard of the king +A vulture flapped his horrid wing. +Big gouts of blood before him dropped, +His trembling steeds in terror stopped. +The hue of death was on his cheek, +And scarce his flattering tongue could speak, +When, terrible with flash and flame, +Through murky air a meteor came. +Still by the hand of Death impelled +His onward way the giant held. +The Vanars in the field afar +Heard the loud thunder of his car. +And turned with warriors' fierce delight +To meet the giant in the fight. +He came: his clanging bow he drew +And myriads of the Vanars slew. +Some through the side and heart he cleft, +Some headless on the plain were left. +Some struggling groaned with mangled thighs, +Or broken arms or blinded eyes. +[I omit Cantos XCVII, XCVIII, and XCIX, which describe in the usual way three single combats between Sugríva and Angad on the Vanar side and Virúpaksha, Mahodar, and Mahaparśva on the side of the giants. The weapons of the Vanars are trees and rocks; the giants fight with swords, axes, and bows and arrows. The details are generally the same as those of preceding duels. The giants fall, one in each Canto.] + +[pg 487] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_466.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_466.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2dd274f71b0b4b9f4973a9868350bbc5bc1db8c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_466.txt @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +Canto CI. Lakshman's Fall. + +The plain with bleeding limbs was spread, +And heaps of dying and of dead. +His mighty bow still Rama strained, +And shafts upon the giants rained. +Still Angad and Sugríva, wrought +To fury, for the Vanars fought. +Crushed with huge rocks through chest and side +Mahodar, Mahaparśva died, +And Virúpaksha stained with gore +Dropped on the plain to rise no more. +When Ravan saw the three o'erthrown +He cried aloud in furious tone: +“Urge, urge the car, my charioteer, +The haughty Vanars' death is near. +This very day shall end our griefs +For leaguered town and slaughtered chiefs. +Rama the tree whose lovely fruit +Is Síta, shall this arm uproot,— +Whose branches with protecting shade +Are Vanar lords who lend him aid.” +Thus cried the king: the welkin rang +As forth the eager coursers sprang, +And earth beneath the chariot shook +With flowery grove and hill and brook. +Fast rained his shafts: where'er he sped +The conquered Vanars fell or fled, +On rolled the car in swift career +Till Raghu's noble sons were near. +Then Rama looked upon the foe +And strained and tried his sounding bow, +Till earth and all the region rang +Re-echoing to the awful clang. +His bow the younger chieftain bent, +And shaft on shaft at Ravan sent. +He shot: but Ravan little recked; +Each arrow with his own he checked, +And headless, baffled of its aim, +To earth the harmless missile came; +And Lakshman stayed his arm o'erpowered +By the thick darts the giant showered. +Fierce waxed the fight and fiercer yet, +For Ravan now and Rama met, +And each on other poured amain +The tempest of his arrowy rain. +While all the sky above was dark +With missiles speeding to their mark +Like clouds, with flashing lightning twined +About them, hurried by the wind. +Not fiercer was the wondrous fight +When Vritra fell by Indra's might. +All arts of war each foeman knew, +And trained alike, his bowstring drew. +Red-eyed with fury Lanka's king +Pressed his huge fingers on the string, +And fixed in Rama's brows a flight +Of arrows winged with matchless flight. +Still Raghu's son endured, and bore +That crown of shafts though wounded sore. +O'er a dire dart a spell he spoke +With mystic power to aid the stroke. +In vain upon the foe it smote +Rebounding from the steelproof coat. +The giant armed his bow anew, +And wondrous weapons hissed and flew, +Terrific, deadly, swift of flight, +Beaked like the vulture and the kite, +Or bearing heads of fearful make, +Of lion, tiger, wolf and snake.995 +Then Rama, troubled by the storm +Of flying darts in every form +Shot by an arm that naught could tire, +Launched at the foe his dart of fire, +Which, sacred to the Lord of Flame, +Burnt and consumed where'er it came. +And many a blazing shaft beside +The hero to his string applied. +With fiery course of dazzling hue +Swift to the mark each missile flew, +Some flashing like a shooting star, +Some as the tongues of lightning are; +One like a brilliant plant, one +In splendour like the morning sun. +Where'er the shafts of Rama burned +The giant's darts were foiled and turned. +Far into space his weapons fled, +But as they flew struck thousands dead. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_467.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_467.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0adc02da7fa2de6a9c9d5d7b03db9c4230ed0a31 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_467.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +Canto CII. Lakshman Healed. + +When Ravan saw his darts repelled, +With double rage his bosom swelled. +He summoned, wroth but undismayed, +A mightier charm to lend its aid. +And, fierce as fire before the blast, +A storm of missiles thick and fast, +Spear, pike and javelin, mace and brand, +Came hurtling from the giant's hand. +But, mightier still, the arms employed +By Raghu's son their force destroyed, +And every dart fell dulled and spent +By powers the bards of heaven had lent. +With his huge mace Vibhishan slew +The steeds that Ravan's chariot drew. +[pg 488] +Then Ravan hurled in deadly ire +A ponderous spear that flashed like fire: +But Rama's arrows checked its way, +And harmless on the earth it lay, +The giant seized a mightier spear, +Which Death himself would shun with fear. +Vibhishan with the stroke had died, +But Lakshman's hand his bowstring plied, +And flying arrows thick as hail +Smote fiercely on the giant's mail. +Then Ravan turned his aim aside, +On Lakshman looked and fiercely cried: +“Thou, thou again my wrath hast braved, +And from his death Vibhishan saved. +Now in his stead this spear receive +Whose deadly point thy heart shall cleave.” +He ceased: he hurled the mortal dart +By Maya forged with magic art. +The spear, with all his fury flung, +Swift, flickering like a serpent's tongue, +Adorned with many a tinkling bell, +Smote Lakshman, and the hero fell. +When Rama saw, he heaved a sigh, +A tear one moment dimmed his eye. +But tender grief was soon repressed +And thoughts of vengeance filled his breast. +The air around him flashed and gleamed +As from his bow the arrows streamed; +And Lanka's lord, the foeman's dread, +O'erwhelmed with terror turned and fled. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_468.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_468.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f58598ecb14ecf18c1acccc358c42c99dce27cc3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_468.txt @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +Canto CIII. Indra's Car. + +But Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Gazed tenderly on Lakshman's face, +And, as the sight his spirit broke, +Turned to Sushen and sadly spoke: +“Where is my power and valour? how +Shall I have heart for battle now, +When dead before my weeping eyes +My brother, noblest Lakshman, lies? +My tears in blinding torrents flow, +My hand unnerved has dropped my bow. +The pangs of woe have blanched my cheek, +My heart is sick, my strength is weak. +Ah me, my brother! Ah, that I +By Lakshman's side might sink and die: +Life, war and conquest, all are vain +If Lakshman lies in battle slain. +Why will those eyes my glances shun? +Hast thou no word of answer, none? +Ah, is thy noble spirit flown +And gone to other worlds alone? +Couldst thou not let thy brother seek +Those worlds with thee? O speak, O speak! +Rise up once more, my brother, rise, +Look on me with thy loving eyes. +Were not thy steps beside me still +In gloomy wood, on breezy hill? +Did not thy gentle care assuage +Thy brother's grief and fitful rage? +Didst thou not all his troubles share, +His guide and comfort in despair?” +As Rama, vanquished, wept and sighed +The Vanar chieftain thus replied: +“Great Prince, unmanly thoughts dismiss, +Nor yield thy soul to grief like this. +In vain those burning tears are shed: +Our glory Lakshman is not dead. +Death on his brow no mark has set, +Where beauty's lustre lingers yet. +Clear is the skin, and tender hues +Of lotus flowers his palms suffuse. +O Rama, cheer thy trembling heart; +Not thus do life and body part. +Now, Hanuman, to thee I speak: +Hie hence to tall Mahodaya's996 peak +Where herbs of sovereign virtue grow +Which life and health and strength bestow +Bring thou the leaves to balm his pain, +And Lakshman shall be well again.” +He ceased: the Wind-God's son obeyed +Swift through the clouds his way he made. +He reached the hill, nor stayed to find +The wondrous herbs of healing kind, +From its broad base the mount he tore +With all the shrubs and trees it bore, +Sped through the clouds again and showed +To wise Sushen his woody load.997 +Sushen in wonder viewed the hill, +And culled the sovereign salve of ill. +Soon as the healing herb he found, +The fragrant leaves he crushed and ground. +Then over Lakshman's face he bent, +Who, healed and strengthened by the scent +Of that blest herb divinely sweet, +Rose fresh and lusty on his feet. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_469.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_469.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b92d65fc9caff059789ef185f047f4435d0d0038 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_469.txt @@ -0,0 +1,80 @@ +Canto CVI. Glory To The Sun. + +Then Raghu's son forgot his woe: +Again he grasped his fallen bow +And hurled at Lanka's lord amain +The tempest of his arrowy rain. +[pg 489] +Drawn by the steeds his lords had brought, +Again the giant turned and fought. +And drove his glittering chariot nigh +As springs the Day-God through the sky. +Then, as his sounding bow he bent, +Like thunderbolts his shafts were sent, +As when dark clouds in rain time shed +Fierce torrents on a mountain's head. +High on his car the giant rode, +On foot the son of Raghu strode. +The Gods from their celestial height +Indignant saw the unequal fight. +Then he whom heavenly hosts revere, +Lord Indra, called his charioteer: +“Haste, Matali,” he cried, “descend; +To Raghu's son my chariot lend. +With cheering words the chief address; +And all the Gods thy deed will bless.” +He bowed; he brought the glorious car +Whose tinkling bells were heard afar; +Fair as the sun of morning, bright +With gold and pearl and lazulite. +He yoked the steeds of tawny hue +That swifter than the tempest flew. +Then down the slope of heaven he hied +And stayed the car by Rama's side. +“Ascend, O Chief,” he humbly cried, +“The chariot which the Gods provide. +The mighty bow of Indra see, +Sent by the Gods who favour thee; +Behold this coat of glittering mail, +And spear and shafts which never fail.” +Cheered by the grace the Immortals showed +The chieftain on the chariot rode. +Then as the car-borne warriors met +The awful fight raged fiercer yet. +Each shaft that Ravan shot became +A serpent red with kindled flame, +And round the limbs of Rama hung +With fiery jaws and quivering tongue. +But every serpent fled dismayed +When Raghu's valiant son displayed +The weapon of the Feathered King,998 +And loosed his arrows from the string. +But Ravan armed his bow anew, +And showers of shafts at Rama flew, +While the fierce king in swift career +Smote with a dart the charioteer. +An arrow shot by Ravan's hand +Laid the proud banner on the sand, +And Indra's steeds of heavenly strain +Fell by the iron tempest slain. +On Gods and spirits of the air +Fell terror, trembling, and despair. +The sea's white billows mounted high +With froth and foam to drench the sky. +The sun by lurid clouds was veiled, +The friendly lights of heaven were paled; +And, fiercely gleaming, fiery Mars +Opposed the beams of gentler stars. +Then Rama's eyes with fury blazed +As Indra's heavenly spear he raised. +Loud rang the bells: the glistering head +Bright flashes through the region shed. +Down came the spear in swift descent: +The giant's lance was crushed and bent. +Then Ravan's horses brave and fleet +Fell dead beneath his arrowy sleet. +Fierce on his foeman Rama pressed, +And gored with shafts his mighty breast. +And spouting streams of crimson dyed +The weary giant's limbs and side. +[I omit Cantos CIV and CV in which the fight is renewed and Ravan severely reprimands his charioteer for timidity and want of confidence in his master's prowess, and orders him to charge straight at Rama on the next occasion.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_47.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_47.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..be6801c531a72239fd818856d9cf7ad3351276c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_47.txt @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +Canto L. Janak. + +Then Rama, following still his guide, +Within the grove, with Lakshman, hied, +Her vows a wondrous light had lent +To that illustrious penitent. +He saw the glorious lady, screened +From eye of man, and God, and fiend, +Like some bright portent which the care +Of Brahma launches through the air, +Designed by his illusive art +To flash a moment and depart: +Or like the flame that leaps on high +To sink involved in smoke and die: +Or like the full moon shining through +The wintry mist, then lost to view: +Or like the sun's reflection, cast +Upon the flood, too bright to last: +So was the glorious dame till then +Removed from Gods' and mortals' ken, +Till—such was Gautam's high decree— +Prince Rama came to set her free. +Then, with great joy that dame to meet, +The sons of Raghu clapped her feet; +And she, remembering Gautam's oath, +With gentle grace received them both; +Then water for their feet she gave, +Guest-gift, and all that strangers crave. +The prince, of courteous rule aware, +Received, as meet, the lady's care. +Then flowers came down in copious rain, +And moving to the heavenly strain +Of music in the skies that rang, +The nymphs and minstrels danced and sang: +And all the Gods with one glad voice +Praised the great dame, and cried, “Rejoice! +Through fervid rites no more defiled, +But with thy husband reconciled.” +Gautam, the holy hermit knew— +For naught escaped his godlike view— +That Rama lodged beneath that shade, +And hasting there his homage paid. +He took Ahalya to his side, +From sin and folly purified, +And let his new-found consort bear +In his austerities a share. +Then Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Welcomed by Gautam, face to face, +Who every highest honour showed, +To Mithila pursued his road. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_470.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_470.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..15724b2bfbb9e8817cf717b6644ba81b94fa5188 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_470.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +Canto CVIII. The Battle. + +There faint and bleeding fast, apart +Stood Ravan raging in his heart. +Then, moved with ruth for Rama's sake, +Agastya999 came and gently spake: +“Bend, Rama, bend thy heart and ear +The everlasting truth to hear +Which all thy hopes through life will bless +And crown thine arms with full success. +The rising sun with golden rays, +Light of the worlds, adore and praise: +The universal king, the lord +By hosts of heaven and fiends adored. +He tempers all with soft control, +He is the Gods' diviner soul; +And Gods above and fiends below +And men to him their safety owe. +He Brahma, Vishnu, Śiva, he +Each person of the glorious Three, +Is every God whose praise we tell, +The King of Heaven,1000 the Lord of Hell:1001 +Each God revered from times of old, +The Lord of War,1002 the King of Gold:1003 +[pg 490] +Mahendra, Time and Death is he, +The Moon, the Ruler of the Sea.1004 +He hears our praise in every form,— +The manes,1005 Gods who ride the storm,1006 +The Aśvins,1007 Manu,1008 they who stand +Round Indra,1009 and the Sadhyas'1010 band +He is the air, and life and fire, +The universal source and sire: +He brings the seasons at his call, +Creator, light, and nurse of all. +His heavenly course he joys to run, +Maker of Day, the golden sun. +The steeds that whirl his car are seven,1011 +The flaming steeds that flash through heaven. +Lord of the sky, the conqueror parts +The clouds of night with glistering darts. +He, master of the Vedas' lore, +Commands the clouds' collected store: +He is the rivers' surest friend; +He bids the rains, and they descend. +Stars, planets, constellations own +Their monarch of the golden throne. +Lord of twelve forms,1012 to thee I bow, +Most glorious King of heaven art thou. +O Rama, he who pays aright +Due worship to the Lord of Light +Shall never fall oppressed by ill, +But find a stay and comfort still. +Adore with all thy heart and mind +This God of Gods, to him resigned; +And thou his saving power shalt know +Victorious o'er thy giant foe.” + +A canto is here omitted. It contains fighting of the ordinary kind between Rama and Ravan, and a description of sights and sounds of evil omen foreboding the destruction of the giant.] diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_471.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_471.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f764ce30503b036cf609ec4da0c7332b3ffd08bd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_471.txt @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +Canto CIX. The Battle. + +He spoke, and vanished: Rama raised +His eyes with reverence meet, and praised +The glorious Day-God full in view: +Then armed him for the fight anew. +Urged onward by his charioteer +The giant's foaming steeds came near, +And furious was the battle's din +Where each resolved to die or win. +The Rakshas host and Vanar bands +Stood with their weapons in their hands, +And watched in terror and dismay +The fortune of the awful fray. +The giant chief with rage inflamed +His darts at Rama's pennon aimed; +But when they touched the chariot made +By heavenly hands their force was stayed. +Then Rama's breast with fury swelled; +He strained the mighty bow he held, +And straight at Ravan's banner flew +An arrow as the string he drew— +A deadly arrow swift of flight, +Like some huge snake ablaze with light, +Whose fury none might e'er repel,— +And, split in twain, the standard fell. +At Rama's steeds sharp arrows, hot +With flames of fire, the giant shot. +Unmoved the heavenly steeds sustained +The furious shower the warrior rained, +As though soft lotus tendrils smote +Each haughty crest and glossy coat. +Then volleyed swift by magic art, +Tree, mountain peak and spear and dart, +Trident and pike and club and mace +Flew hurtling straight at Rama's face. +But Rama with his steeds and car +Escaped the storm which fell afar +Where the strange missiles, as they rushed +To earth, a thousand Vanars crushed. +[pg 491] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_472.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_472.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..78f4ca9d2a15615f4bb0295e260e9061fc088763 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_472.txt @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +Canto CX. Ravan's Death. + +With wondrous power and might and skill +The giant fought with Rama still. +Each at his foe his chariot drove, +And still for death or victory strove. +The warriors' steeds together dashed, +And pole with pole reëchoing clashed. +Then Rama launching dart on dart +Made Ravan's coursers swerve and start. +Nor was the lord of Lanka slow +To rain his arrows on the foe, +Who showed, by fiery points assailed, +No trace of pain, nor shook nor quailed. +Dense clouds of arrows Rama shot +With that strong arm which rested not, +And spear and mace and club and brand +Fell in dire rain from Ravan's hand. +The storm of missiles fiercely cast +Stirred up the oceans with its blast, +And Serpent-Gods and fiends who dwell +Below were troubled by the swell. +The earth with hill and plain and brook +And grove and garden reeled and shook: +The very sun grew cold and pale, +And horror stilled the rising gale. +God and Gandharva, sage and saint +Cried out, with grief and terror faint: +“O may the prince of Raghu's line +Give peace to Brahmans and to kine, +And, rescuing the worlds, o'erthrow +The giant king our awful foe.” +Then to his deadly string the pride +Of Raghu's race a shaft applied. +Sharp as a serpent's venomed fang +Straight to its mark the arrow sprang, +And from the giant's body shred +With trenchant steel the monstrous head. +There might the triple world behold +That severed head adorned with gold. +But when all eyes were bent to view, +Swift in its stead another grew. +Again the shaft was pointed well: +Again the head divided fell; +But still as each to earth was cast +Another head succeeded fast. +A hundred, bright with fiery flame, +Fell low before the victor's aim, +Yet Ravan by no sign betrayed +That death was near or strength decayed. +The doubtful fight he still maintained, +And on the foe his missiles rained. +In air, on earth, on plain, on hill, +With awful might he battled still; +And through the hours of night and day +The conflict knew no pause or stay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_473.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_473.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f41e39b82fe6b6e4c6e41c9e0d318e8ba413c90d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_473.txt @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +Canto CXI. Vibhishan's Lament. + +Then Matali to Rama cried: +“Let other arms the day decide. +Why wilt thou strive with useless toil +And see his might thy efforts foil? +Launch at the foe thy dart whose fire +Was kindled by the Almighty Sire.” +He ceased: and Raghu's son obeyed: +Upon his string the hero laid +An arrow, like a snake that hissed. +Whose fiery flight had never missed: +The arrow Saint Agastya gave +And blessed the chieftain's life to save +That dart the Eternal Father made +The Monarch of the Gods to aid; +By Brahma's self on him bestowed +When forth to fight Lord Indra rode. +'Twas feathered with the rushing wind; +The glowing sun and fire combined +To the keen point their splendour lent; +The shaft, ethereal element, +By Meru's hill and Mandar, pride +Of mountains, had its weight supplied. +He laid it on the twisted cord, +He turned the point at Lanka's lord, +And swift the limb-dividing dart +Pierced the huge chest and cleft the heart, +And dead he fell upon the plain +Like Vritra by the Thunderer slain. +The Rakahas host when Ravan fell +Sent forth a wild terrific yell, +Then turned and fled, all hope resigned, +Through Lanka's gates, nor looked behind. +His voice each joyous Vanar raised, +And Rama, conquering Rama, praised. +Soft from celestial minstrels came +The sound of music and acclaim. +Soft, fresh, and cool, a rising breeze +Brought odours from the heavenly trees, +And ravishing the sight and smell +A wondrous rain of blossoms fell: +And voices breathed round Raghu's son: +“Champion of Gods, well done, well done.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_474.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_474.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8f44f0e43df8139d83cedb7edede31815360fdff --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_474.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +Canto CXII. The Rakshas Dames. + +Vibhishan saw his brother slain, +Nor could his heart its woe contain. +O'er the dead king he sadly bent +And mourned him with a loud lament: +“O hero, bold and brave,” he cried, +“Skilled in all arms, in battle tried. +Spoiled of thy crown, with limbs outspread, +[pg 492] +Why wilt thou press thy gory bed? +Why slumber on the earth's cold breast, +When sumptuous couches woo to rest? +Ah me, my brother over bold, +Thine is the fate my heart foretold: +But love and pride forbade to hear +The friend who blamed thy wild career. +Fallen is the sun who gave us light, +Our lordly moon is veiled in night. +Our beacon fire is dead and cold +A hundred waves have o'er it rolled. +What could his light and fire avail +Against Lord Rama's arrowy hail? +Woe for the giants' royal tree, +Whose stately height was fair to see. +His buds were deeds of kingly grace, +His bloom the sons who decked his race. +With rifled bloom and mangled bough +The royal tree lies prostrate now.” +“Nay, idly mourn not,” Rama cried, +“The warrior king has nobly died, +Intrepid hero, firm through all, +So fell he as the brave should fall; +And ill beseems it chiefs like us +To weep for those who perish thus. +Be firm: thy causeless grief restrain, +And pay the dues that yet remain.” +Again Vibhishan sadly spoke: +“His was the hero arm that broke +Embattled Gods' and Indra's might, +Unconquered ere to-day in fight. +He rushed against thee, fought and fell, +As Ocean, when his waters swell, +Hurling his might against a rock, +Falls spent and shattered by the shock. +Woe for our king's untimely end, +The generous lord the trusty friend: +Our sure defence when fear arose, +A dreaded scourge to stubborn foes. +O, let the king thy hand has slain +The honours of the dead obtain.” +Then Rama answered. “Hatred dies +When low in dust the foeman lies. +Now triumph bids the conflict cease, +And knits us in the bonds of peace. +Let funeral rites be duly paid. +And be it mine thy toil to aid.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_475.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_475.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7a07ede9653ef14d8233d02e1a96dc6c31ea7ed3 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_475.txt @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +Canto CXIII. Mandodarí's Lament. + +High rose the universal wail +That mourned the monarch's death, and, pale +With crushing woe, her hair unbound, +Her eyes in floods of sorrow drowned, +Forth from the inner chambers came +With trembling feet each royal dame, +Heedless of those who bade them stay +They reached the field where Ravan lay; +There falling by their husband's side, +“Ah, King! ah dearest lord!” they cried. +Like creepers shattered by the storm +They threw them on his mangled form. +One to his bleeding bosom crept +And lifted up her voice and wept. +About his feet one mourner clung, +Around his neck another hung, +One on the giant's severed head, +Her pearly tears in torrents shed +Fast as the drops the summer shower +Pours down upon the lotus flower. +“Ah, he whose arm in anger reared +The King of Gods and Yama feared, +While panic struck their heavenly train, +Lies prostrate in the battle slain. +Thy haughty heart thou wouldst not bend, +Nor listen to each wiser friend. +Ah, had the dame, as they implored, +Been yielded to her injured lord, +We had not mourned this day thy fall, +And happy had it been for all. +Then Rama and thy friends content +In blissful peace their days had spent. +Thine injured brother had not fled, +Nor giant chiefs and Vanars bled. +Yet for these woes we will not blame. +Thy fancy for the Maithil dame, +Fate, ruthless Fate, whom none may bend +Has urged thee to thy hapless end.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_476.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_476.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..674e5c2fb7467a6cd950b77761ebc437d0365f43 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_476.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +Canto CXIV. Vibhishan Consecrated. + +While thus they wept, supreme in place, +The loveliest for form and face, +Mandodarí drew near alone, +Looked on her lord and made her moan: +“Ah Monarch, Indra feared to stand +In fight before thy conquering hand. +From thy dread spear the Immortals ran; +And art thou murdered by a man? +Ah, 'twas no child of earth, I know, +That smote thee with that mortal blow. +'Twas Death himself in Rama's shape, +That slew thee: Death whom none escape. +Or was it he who rules the skies +Who met thee, clothed in man's disguise? +Ah no, my lord, not Indra: he +In battle ne'er could look on thee. +One only God thy match I deem: +'Twas Vishnu's self, the Lord Supreme, +Whose days through ceaseless time extend +And ne'er began and ne'er shall end: +He with the discus, shell, and mace, +Brought ruin on the giant race. +Girt by the Gods of heaven arrayed +Like Vanar hosts his strength to aid, +He Rama's shape and arms assumed +[pg 493] +And slew the king whom Fate had doomed. +In Janasthan when Khara died +With giant legions by his side, +No mortal was the unconquered foe +In Rama's form who struck the blow. +When Hanuman the Vanar came +And burnt thy town with hostile flame, +I counselled peace in anxious fear: +I counselled, but thou wouldst not hear. +Thy fancy for the foreign dame +Has brought thee death and endless shame. +Why should thy foolish fancy roam? +Hadst thou not wives as fair at home? +In beauty, form and grace could she, +Dear lord, surpass or rival me? +Now will the days of Síta glide +In tranquil joy by Rama's side: +And I—ah me, around me raves +A sea of woe with whelming waves. +With thee in days of old I trod +Each spot beloved by nymph and God; +I stood with thee in proud delight +On Mandar's side and Meru's height; +With thee, my lord, enchanted strayed +In Chaitraratha's1013 lovely shade, +And viewed each fairest scene afar +Transported in thy radiant car. +But source of every joy wast thou, +And all my bliss is ended now.” +Then Rama to Vibhishan cried: +“Whate'er the ritual bids, provide. +Obsequial honours duly pay, +And these sad mourners' grief allay.” +Vibhishan answered, wise and true, +For duty's changeless law he knew: +“Nay one who scorned all sacred vows +And dared to touch another's spouse, +Fell tyrant of the human race, +With funeral rites I may not grace.” +Him Raghu's royal son, the best +Of those who love the law, addressed: +“False was the rover of the night, +He loved the wrong and scorned the right. +Yet for the fallen warrior plead +The dauntless heart, the valorous deed. +Let him who ne'er had brooked defeat, +The chief whom Indra feared to meet, +The ever-conquering lord, obtain +The honours that should grace the slain.” +Vibhishan bade his friends prepare +The funeral rites with thoughtful care. +Himself the royal palace sought +Whence sacred fire was quickly brought, +With sandal wood and precious scents +And pearl and coral ornaments. +Wise Brahmans, while the tears that flowed +Down their wan cheeks their sorrow sowed, +Upon a golden litter laid +The corpse in finest ropes arrayed. +Thereon were flowers and pennons hung, +And loud the monarch's praise was sung. +Then was the golden litter raised, +While holy fire in order blazed. +And first in place Vibhishan led +The slow procession of the dead, +Behind, their cheeks with tears bedewed, +Came sad the widowed multitude. +Where, raised as Brahmans ordered, stood +Piled sandal logs, and scented wood, +The body of the king was set +High on a deerskin coverlet. +Then duly to the monarch's shade +The offerings for the dead they paid, +And southward on the eastern side +An altar formed and fire supplied. +Then on the shoulder of the dead +The oil and clotted milk were shed. +All rites were done as rules ordain: +The sacrificial goat was slain. +Next on the corpse were perfumes thrown +And many a flowery wreath was strown; +And with Vibhishan's ready aid +Rich vesture o'er the king was laid. +Then while the tears their cheeks bedewed +Parched grain upon the dead they strewed; +Last, to the wood, as rules require, +Vibhishan set the kindling fire. +Then having bathed, as texts ordain, +To Lanka went the mourning train. +Vibhishan, when his task was done, +Stood by the side of Raghu's son. +And Rama, freed from every foe, +Unstrung at last his deadly bow, +And laid the glittering shafts aside, +And mail by Indra's love supplied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_477.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_477.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..96df3d16010d4ab556f27d2c25c6cbc5ae1a78d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_477.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +Canto CXV. Síta's Joy. + +Joy reigned in heaven where every eye +Had seen the Lord of Lanka die. +In cars whose sheen surpassed the sun's +Triumphant rode the radiant ones: +And Ravan's death, by every tongue, +And Rama's glorious deeds were sung. +They praised the Vanars true and brave, +The counsel wise Sugríva gave. +The deeds of Hanúman they told, +The valiant chief supremely bold, +The strong ally, the faithful friend, +And Síta's truth which naught could bend. +To Matali, whom Indra sent, +His head the son of Raghu bent: +And he with fiery steeds who clove +The clouds again to Swarga drove. +[pg 494] +Round King Sugríva brave and true +His arms in rapture Rama threw, +Looked on the host with joy and pride, +And thus to noble Lakshman cried: +“Now let king-making drops be shed, +Dear brother, on Vibhishan's head +For truth and friendship nobly shown, +And make him lord of Ravan's throne.” +This longing of his heart he told: +And Lakshman took an urn of gold +And bade the wind-fleet Vanars bring +Sea water for the giants' king. +The brimming urn was swiftly brought: +Then on a throne superbly wrought +Vibhishan sat, the giants' lord, +And o'er his brows the drops were poured. +As Raghu's son the rite beheld +His loving heart with rapture swelled: +But tenderer thoughts within him woke, +And thus to Hanúman he spoke: +“Go to my queen: this message give: +Say Lakshman and Sugríva live. +The death of Lanka's monarch tell, +And bid her joy, for all is well.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_478.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_478.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..27ca9612c4a7e22545ca6f4f5d079cf6982bab4e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_478.txt @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +Canto CXVI. The Meeting. + +The Vanar chieftain bowed his head, +Within the walls of Lanka sped, +Leave from the new-made king obtained, +And Síta's lovely garden gained. +Beneath a tree the queen he found, +Where Rakshas warders watched around. +Her pallid cheek, her tangled hair, +Her raiment showed her deep despair, +Near and more near the envoy came +And gently hailed the weeping dame. +She started up in sweet surprise, +And sudden joy illumed her eyes. +For well the Vanar's voice she knew, +And hope reviving sprang and grew. +“Fair Queen,” he said, “our task is done: +The foe is slain and Lanka won. +Triumphant mid triumphant friends +Kind words of greeting Rama sends. +“Blest for thy sake, O spouse most true, +My deadly foe I met and slew. +Mine eyes are strangers yet to sleep: +I built a bridge athwart the deep +And crossed the sea to Lanka's shore +To keep the mighty oath I swore. +Now, gentle love, thy cares dispel, +And weep no more, for all is well. +Fear not in Ravan's house to stay +For good Vibhishan now bears sway, +For constant truth and friendship known +Regard his palace as thine own.” +He greets thee thus thy heart to cheer, +And urged by love will soon be here.” +Then flushed with joy the lady's cheek. +Her eyes o'erflowed, her voice was weak; +But struggling with her sobs she broke +Her silence thus, and faintly spoke: +“So fast the flood of rapture came, +My trembling tongue no words could frame. +Ne'er have I heard in days of bliss +A tale that gave such joy as this. +More precious far than gems and gold +The message which thy lips have told.” +His reverent hands the Vanar raised +And thus the lady's answer praised: +“Sweet are the words, O Queen, which thou +True to thy lord, hast spoken now, +Better than gems and pearls of price, +Yea, or the throne of Paradise. +But, lady, ere I leave this place, +Grant me, I pray, a single grace. +Permit me, and this vengeful hand +Shall slay thy guards, this Rakshas band, +Whose cruel insult threat and scorn +Thy gentle soul too long has borne.” +Thus, stern of mood, Hanúman cried: +The Maithil lady thus replied: +“Nay, be not wroth with servants: they, +When monarchs bid must needs obey. +And, vassals of their lords, fulfil +Each fancy of their sovereign will. +To mine own sins the blame impute, +For as we sow we reap the fruit. +The tyrant's will these dames obeyed +When their fierce threats my soul dismayed.” +She ceased: with admiration moved +The Vanar chief her words approved: +“Thy speech,” he cried, “is worthy one +Whom love has linked to Raghu's son. +Now speak, O Queen, that I may know +Thy pleasure, for to him I go.” +The Vanar ceased: then Janak's child +Made answer as she sweetly smiled: +“'My first, my only wish can be, +O chief, my loving lord to see.” +Again the Vanar envoy spoke, +And with his words new rapture woke: +“Queen, ere this sun shall cease to shine +Thy Rama's eyes shall look in thine. +Again the lord of Raghu's race +Shall turn to thee his moon-bright face. +His faithful brother shall thou see +And every friend who fought for thee, +And greet once more thy king restored +Like Śachí1014 to her heavenly lord.” +To Raghu's son his steps he bent +And told the message that she sent. +[pg 495] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_479.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_479.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d47bec826ceaebcf24a52f4d6f58612aaa3f00ee --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_479.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +Canto CXVII. Síta's Disgrace. + +He looked upon that archer chief +Whose full eye mocked the lotus leaf, +And thus the noble Vanar spake: +“Now meet the queen for whose dear sake +Thy mighty task was first begun, +And now the glorious fruit is won. +O'erwhelmed with woe thy lady lies, +The hot tears streaming from her eyes. +And still the queen must long and pine +Until those eyes be turned to thine.” +But Rama stood in pensive mood, +And gathering tears his eyes bedewed. +His sad looks sought the ground: he sighed +And thus to King Vibhishan cried: +“Let Síta bathe and tire her head +And hither to my sight be led +In raiment sweet with precious scent, +And gay with golden ornament.” +The Rakshas king his palace sought, +And Síta from her bower was brought. +Then Rakshas bearers tall and strong, +Selected from the menial throng, +Through Lanka's gate the queen, arrayed +In glorious robes and gems, conveyed. +Concealed behind the silken screen, +Swift to the plain they bore the queen, +While Vanars, close on every side, +With eager looks the litter eyed. +The warders at Vibhishan's hest +The onward rushing throng repressed, +While like the roar of ocean loud +Rose the wild murmur of the crowd. +The son of Raghu saw and moved +With anger thus the king reproved: +“Why vex with hasty blow and threat +The Vanars, and my rights forget? +Repress this zeal, untimely shown: +I count this people as mine own. +A woman's guard is not her bower, +The lofty wall, the fenced tower: +Her conduct is her best defence, +And not a king's magnificence. +At holy rites, in war and woe, +Her face unveiled a dame may show; +When at the Maiden's Choice1015 they meet, +When marriage troops parade the street. +And she, my queen, who long has lain +In prison racked with care and pain, +May cease a while her face to hide, +For is not Rama by her side? +Lay down the litter: on her feet +Let Síta come her lord to meet. +And let the hosts of woodland race +Look near upon the lady's face.” +Then Lakshman and each Vanar chief +Who heard his words were filled with grief. +The lady's gentle spirit sank, +And from each eye in fear she shrank, +As, her sweet eyelids veiled for shame, +Slowly before her lord she came. +While rapture battled with surprise +She raised to his her wistful eyes. +Then with her doubt and fear she strove, +And from her breast all sorrow drove. +Regardless of the gathering crowd, +Bright as the moon without a cloud, +She bent her eyes, no longer dim, +In joy and trusting love on him. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_48.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_48.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..82b2636ee0abb90dcd61ae4890f5438571d06eb0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_48.txt @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +Canto LI. Visvamitra. + +The sons of Raghu journeyed forth, +Bending their steps 'twixt east and north. +Soon, guided by the sage, they found, +Enclosed, a sacrificial ground. +Then to the best of saints, his guide, +In admiration Rama cried: +“The high-souled king no toil has spared, +But nobly for his rite prepared, +How many thousand Brahmans here, +From every region, far and near, +Well read in holy lore, appear! +How many tents, that sages screen, +With wains in hundreds, here are seen! +Great Brahman, let us find a place +Where we may stay and rest a space.” +The hermit did as Rama prayed, +And in a spot his lodging made, +[pg 062] +Far from the crowd, sequestered, clear, +With copious water flowing near. +Then Janak, best of kings, aware +Of Viśvamitra lodging there, +With Śatananda for his guide— +The priest on whom he most relied, +His chaplain void of guile and stain— +And others of his priestly train, +Bearing the gift that greets the guest, +To meet him with all honour pressed. +The saint received with gladsome mind +Each honour and observance kind: +Then of his health he asked the king, +And how his rites were prospering, +Janak, with chaplain and with priest, +Addressed the hermits, chief and least, +Accosting all, in due degree, +With proper words of courtesy. +Then, with his palms together laid, +The king his supplication made: +“Deign, reverend lord, to sit thee down +With these good saints of high renown.” +Then sate the chief of hermits there, +Obedient to the monarch's prayer. +Chaplain and priest, and king and peer, +Sate in their order, far or near. +Then thus the king began to say: +“The Gods have blest my rite to-day, +And with the sight of thee repaid +The preparations I have made. +Grateful am I, so highly blest, +That thou, of saints the holiest, +Hast come, O Brahman, here with all +These hermits to the festival. +Twelve days, O Brahman Sage, remain— +For so the learned priests ordain— +And then, O heir of Kuśik's name, +The Gods will come their dues to claim.” +With looks that testified delight +Thus spake he to the anchorite, +Then with his suppliant hands upraised, +He asked, as earnestly he gazed: +“These princely youths, O Sage, who vie +In might with children of the sky, +Heroic, born for happy fate, +With elephants' or lions' gait, +Bold as the tiger and the bull, +With lotus eyes so large and full, +Armed with the quiver, sword and bow, +Whose figures like the Aśvins show, +Like children of the heavenly Powers, +Come freely to these shades of ours,— +How have they reached on foot this place? +What do they seek, and what their race? +As sun and moon adorn the sky, +This spot the heroes glorify: +Alike in stature, port, and mien, +The same fair form in each is seen.”219 +Thus spoke the monarch, lofty-souled, +The saint, of heart unfathomed, told +How, sons of Daśaratha, they +Accompanied his homeward way, +How in the hermitage they dwelt, +And slaughter to the demons dealt: +Their journey till the spot they neared +Whence fair Viśala's towers appeared: +Ahalya seen and freed from taint; +Their meeting with her lord the saint; +And how they thither came, to know +The virtue of the famous bow. +Thus Viśvamitra spoke the whole +To royal Janak, great of soul, +And when this wondrous tale was o'er, +The glorious hermit said no more. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_480.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_480.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..794b735cc976a7939a48c9c4d61c7c548c652738 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_480.txt @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +Canto CXVIII. Síta's Reply. + +He saw her trembling by his side, +And looked upon her face and cried: +“Lady, at length my task is done, +And thou, the prize of war, art won, +This arm my glory has retrieved, +And all that man might do achieved; +The insulting foe in battle slain +And cleared mine honour from its stain. +This day has made my name renowned +And with success my labour crowned. +Lord of myself, the oath I swore +Is binding on my soul no more. +If from my home my queen was reft, +This arm has well avenged the theft, +And in the field has wiped away +The blot that on mine honour lay. +The bridge that spans the foaming flood, +The city red with giants' blood; +The hosts by King Sugríva led +Who wisely counselled, fought and bled; +Vibhishan's love, our guide and stay— +All these are crowned with fruit to-day. +But, lady, 'twas not love for thee +That led mine army o'er the sea. +'Twas not for thee our blood was shed, +Or Lanka filled with giant dead. +No fond affection for my wife +Inspired me in the hour of strife. +I battled to avenge the cause +Of honour and insulted laws. +My love is fled, for on thy fame +Lies the dark blot of sin and shame; +And thou art hateful as the light +[pg 496] +That flashes on the injured sight. +The world is all before thee: flee: +Go where thou wilt, but not with me. +How should my home receive again +A mistress soiled with deathless stain? +How should I brook the foul disgrace, +Scorned by my friends and all my race? +For Ravan bore thee through the sky, +And fixed on thine his evil eye. +About thy waist his arms he threw, +Close to his breast his captive drew, +And kept thee, vassal of his power, +An inmate of his ladies' bower.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_481.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_481.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb1a4e119b17c7217e385f9eee46d46ef0bfc207 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_481.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto CXIX. Glory To Vishnu. + +Struck down with overwhelming shame +She shrank within her trembling frame. +Each word of Rama's like a dart +Had pierced the lady to the heart; +And from her sweet eyes unrestrained +The torrent of her sorrows, rained. +Her weeping eyes at length she dried, +And thus mid choking sobs replied: +“Canst thou, a high-born prince, dismiss +A high-born dame with speech like this? +Such words befit the meanest hind, +Not princely birth and generous mind, +By all my virtuous life I swear +I am not what thy words declare. +If some are faithless, wilt thou find +No love and truth in womankind? +Doubt others if thou wilt, but own +The truth which all my life has shown. +If, when the giant seized his prey, +Within his hated arms I lay, +And felt the grasp I dreaded, blame +Fate and the robber, not thy dame. +What could a helpless woman do? +My heart was mine and still was true, +Why when Hanúman sent by thee +Sought Lanka's town across the sea, +Couldst thou not give, O lord of men, +Thy sentence of rejection then? +Then in the presence of the chief +Death, ready death, had brought relief, +Nor had I nursed in woe and pain +This lingering life, alas in vain. +Then hadst thou shunned the fruitless strife +Nor jeopardied thy noble life, +But spared thy friends and bold allies +Their vain and weary enterprise. +Is all forgotten, all? my birth, +Named Janak's child, from fostering earth? +That day of triumph when a maid +My trembling hand in thine I laid? +My meek obedience to thy will, +My faithful love through joy and ill, +That never failed at duty's call— +O King, is all forgotten, all?” +To Lakshman then she turned and spoke +While sobs and sighs her utterance broke: +“Sumitra's son, a pile prepare, +My refuge in my dark despair. +I will not live to bear this weight +Of shame, forlorn and desolate. +The kindled fire my woes shall end +And be my best and surest friend.” +His mournful eyes the hero raised +And wistfully on Rama gazed, +In whose stern look no ruth was seen, +No mercy for the weeping queen. +No chieftain dared to meet those eyes, +To pray, to question or advise. +The word was passed, the wood was piled +And fain to die stood Janak's child. +She slowly paced around her lord, +The Gods with reverent act adored, +Then raising suppliant hands the dame +Prayed humbly to the Lord of Flame: +“As this fond heart by virtue swayed +From Raghu's son has never strayed, +So, universal witness, Fire +Protect my body on the pyre, +As Raghu's son has idly laid +This charge on Síta, hear and aid.” +She ceased: and fearless to the last +Within the flame's wild fury passed. +Then rose a piercing cry from all +Dames, children, men, who saw her fall +Adorned with gems and gay attire +Beneath the fury of the fire. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_482.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_482.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..34889446c8b13f04e353ee63265e22b5512efd1d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_482.txt @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +Canto CXX. Síta Restored. + +The shrill cry pierced through Rama's ears +And his sad eyes o'erflowed with tears, +When lo, transported through the sky +A glorious band of Gods was nigh. +Ancestral shades,1016 by men revered, +In venerable state appeared, +And he from whom all riches flow,1017 +And Yama Lord who reigns below: +King Indra, thousand-eyed, and he +Who wields the sceptre of the sea.1018 +The God who shows the blazoned bull,1019 +And Brahma Lord most bountiful +By whose command the worlds were made +All these on radiant cars conveyed, +[pg 497] +Brighter than sun-beams, sought the place +Where stood the prince of Raghu's race, +And from their glittering seats the best +Of blessed Gods the chief addressed: +“Couldst thou, the Lord of all, couldst thou, +Creator of the worlds, allow +Thy queen, thy spouse to brave the fire +And give her body to the pyre? +Dost thou not yet, supremely wise, +Thy heavenly nature recognize?” +They ceased: and Rama thus began: +“I deem myself a mortal man. +Of old Ikshvaku's line, I spring +From Daśaratha Kośal's king.” +He ceased: and Brahma's self replied: +“O cast the idle thought aside. +Thou art the Lord Narayan, thou +The God to whom all creatures bow. +Thou art the saviour God who wore +Of old the semblance of a boar; +Thou he whose discus overthrows +All present, past and future foes; +Thou Brahma, That whose days extend +Without beginning, growth or end; +The God, who, bears the bow of horn, +Whom four majestic arms adorn; +Thou art the God who rules the sense +And sways with gentle influence; +Thou all-pervading Vishnu Lord +Who wears the ever-conquering sword; +Thou art the Guide who leads aright, +Thou Krishna of unequalled might. +Thy hand, O Lord, the hills and plains, +And earth with all her life sustains; +Thou wilt appear in serpent form +When sinks the earth in fire and storm. +Queen Síta of the lovely brows +Is Lakshmí thy celestial spouse. +To free the worlds from Ravan thou +Wouldst take the form thou wearest now. +Rejoice: the mighty task is done: +Rejoice, thou great and glorious one. +The tyrant, slain, thy labours end: +Triumphant now to heaven ascend. +High bliss awaits the devotee +Who clings in loving faith to thee, +Who celebrates with solemn praise +The Lord of ne'er beginning days. +On earth below, in heaven above +Great joy shall crown his faith and love. +And he who loves the tale divine +Which tells each glorious deed of thine +Through life's fair course shall never know +The fierce assault of pain and woe.”1020 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_483.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_483.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe010f11817fca7f76c5b72ba726ec78d3bce443 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_483.txt @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +Canto CXXI. Dasaratha. + +Thus spoke the Self-existent Sire: +Then swiftly from the blazing pyre +The circling flames were backward rolled, +And, raising in his gentle hold +Alive unharmed the Maithil dame, +The Lord of Fire embodied came. +Fair as the morning was her sheen, +And gold and gems adorned the queen. +Her form in crimson robes arrayed, +Her hair was bound in glossy braid. +Her wreath was fresh and sweet of scent, +Undimmed was every ornament. +Then, standing close to Rama'a side, +The universal witness cried: +“From every blot and blemish free +Thy faithful queen returns to thee. +In word or deed, in look or mind +Her heart from thee has ne'er declined. +By force the giant bore away +From thy lone cot his helpless prey; +And in his bowers securely kept +She still has longed for thee and wept. +With soft temptation, bribe and threat, +He bade the dame her love forget: +But, nobly faithful to her lord, +Her soul the giant's suit abhorred. +Receive, O King, thy queen again, +Pure, ever pure from spot and stain.” +Still stood the king in thoughtful mood +And tears of joy his eyes bedewed. +Then to the best of Gods the best +Of warrior chiefs his mind expressed: +“'Twas meet that mid the thousands here +The searching fire my queen should clear; +For long within the giant's bower +She dwelt the vassal of his power. +For else had many a slanderous tongue +Reproaches on mine honour flung, +And scorned the king who, love-impelled, +His consort from the proof withheld. +No doubt had I, but surely knew +That Janak's child was pure and true, +That, come what might, in good and ill +Her faithful heart was with me still. +I knew that Ravan could not wrong +My queen whom virtue made so strong. +I knew his heart would sink and fail, +Nor dare her honour to assail, +As Ocean, when he raves and roars, +Fears to o'erleap his bounding shores. +Now to the worlds her truth is shown, +And Síta is again mine own. +Thus proved before unnumbered eyes, +On her pure fame no shadow lies. +As heroes to their glory cleave, +Mine own dear spouse I ne'er will leave.” +[pg 498] +He ceased: and clasped in fond embrace +On his dear breast she hid her face. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_484.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_484.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..acc23d03a66396448ee624b5eebbceee09bfa451 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_484.txt @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +Canto CXXII. Indra's Boon. + +To him Maheśvar thus replied: +“O strong-armed hero, lotus-eyed, +Thou, best of those who love the right, +Hast nobly fought the wondrous fight. +Dispelled by thee the doom that spread +Through trembling earth and heaven is fled. +The worlds exult in light and bliss, +And praise thy name, O chief, for this. +Now peace to Bharat's heart restore, +And bid Kausalya weep no more. +Thy face let Queen Kaikeyí see, +Let fond Sumitra gaze on thee. +The longing of thy friends relieve, +The kingdom of thy sires receive. +Let sons of gentle Síta born +Ikshvaku's ancient line adorn. +Then from all care and foemen freed +Perform the offering of the steed. +In pious gifts thy wealth expend, +Then to the home of Gods ascend, +Thy sire, this glorious king, behold, +Among the blest in heaven enrolled. +He comes from where the Immortals dwell: +Salute him, for he loves thee well.” +His mandate Raghu's sons obeyed, +And to their sire obeisance made, +Where high he stood above the car +In wondrous light that shone afar, +His limbs in radiant garments dressed +Whereon no spot of dust might rest. +When on the son he loved so well +The eyes of Daśaratha fell, +He strained the hero to his breast +And thus with gentle words addressed: +“No joy to me is heavenly bliss, +For there these eyes my Rama miss. +Enrolled on high with saint and sage, +Thy woes, dear son, my thoughts engage. +Kaikeyí's guile I ne'er forget: +Her cruel words will haunt me yet, +Which sent thee forth, my son, to roam +The forest far from me and home. +Now when I look on each dear face, +And hold you both in fond embrace, +My heart is full of joy to see +The sons I love from danger free. +Now know I what the Gods designed, +And how in Rama's form enshrined +The might of Purushottam lay, +The tyrant of the worlds to slay. +Ah, how Kausalya will rejoice +To hear again her darling's voice, +And, all thy weary wanderings o'er, +To gaze upon thy face once more. +Ah blest, for ever blest are they +Whose eyes shall see the glorious day +Of thy return in joy at last, +Thy term of toil and exile past. +Ayodhya's lord, begin thy reign, +And day by day new glory gain.” +He ceased: and Rama thus replied: +“Be not this grace, O sire, denied. +Those hasty words, that curse revoke +Which from thy lips in anger broke: +“Kaikeyí, be no longer mine: +I cast thee off, both thee and thine.” +O father, let no sorrow fall +On her or hers: thy curse recall.” +“Yea, she shall live, if so thou wilt,” +The sire replied, “absolved from guilt.” +Round Lakshman then his arms he threw, +And moved by love began anew: +“Great store of merit shall be thine, +And brightly shall thy glory shine; +Secure on earth thy brother's grace. +And high in heaven shall be thy place. +Thy glorious king obey and fear: +To him the triple world is dear. +God, saint, and sage, by Indra led, +To Rama bow the reverent head, +Nor from the Lord, the lofty-souled, +Their worship or their praise withhold. +Heart of the Gods, supreme is he, +The One who ne'er shall cease to be.” +On Síta then he looked and smiled; +“List to my words” he said, “dear child, +Let not thy gentle breast retain +One lingering trace of wrath or pain. +When by the fire thy truth be proved, +By love for thee his will was moved. +The furious flame thy faith confessed +Which shrank not from the awful test: +And thou, in every heart enshrined, +Shalt live the best of womankind.” +He ceased: he bade the three adieu, +And home to heaven exulting flew. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_485.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_485.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0f27823e2d7a134e122ddc73d8af1ca70f8cee40 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_485.txt @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +Canto CXXIII. The Magic Car. + +Then Indra, he whose fiery stroke +Slew furious Paka, turned and spoke: +“A glorious day, O chief, is this, +Rich with the fruit of lasting bliss. +Well pleased are we: we love thee well +Now speak, thy secret wishes tell.” +Thus spake the sovereign of the sky, +And this was Rama's glad reply: +“If I have won your grace, incline +To grant this one request of mine. +Restore, O King: the Vanar dead +Whose blood for me was nobly shed. +[pg 499] +To life and strength my friends recall, +And bring them back from Yama's hall. +When, fresh in might the warriors rise, +Prepare a feast to glad their eyes. +Let fruits of every season glow, +And streams of purest water flow.” +Thus Raghu's son, great-hearted, prayed, +And Indra thus his answer made: +“High is the boon thou seekest: none +Should win this grace but Raghu's son. +Yet, faithful to the word I spake, +I grant the prayer for thy dear sake. +The Vanars whom the giants slew +Their life and vigour shall renew. +Their strength repaired, their gashes healed +Whose torrents dyed the battle field, +The warrior hosts from death shall rise +Like sleepers when their slumber flies.” +Restored from Yama's dark domain +The Vanar legions filled the plain, +And, round the royal chief arrayed, +With wondering hearts obeisance paid. +Each God the son of Raghu praised, +And cried as loud his voice he raised: +“Turn, King, to fair Ayodhya speed, +And leave thy friends of Vanar breed. +Thy true devoted consort cheer +After long days of woe and fear. +Bharat, thy loyal brother, see, +A hermit now for love of thee. +The tears of Queen Kauśalya dry, +And light with joy each stepdame's eye; +Then consecrated king of men +Make glad each faithful citizen.” +They ceased: and borne on radiant cars +Sought their bright home amid the stars. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_486.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_486.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70653bbd184612355522ca75c7d0184769cdd72d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_486.txt @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +Canto CXXIV. The Departure. + +Then slept the tamer of his foes +And spent the night in calm repose. +Vibhishan came when morning broke, +And hailed the royal chief, and spoke: +“Here wait thee precious oil and scents, +And rich attire and ornaments. +The brimming urns are newly filled, +And women in their duty skilled, +With lotus-eyes, thy call attend, +Assistance at thy bath to lend.” +“Let others,” Rama cried, “desire +These precious scents, this rich attire, +I heed not such delights as these, +For faithful Bharat, ill at ease, +Watching for me is keeping now +Far far away his rigorous vow. +By Bharat's side I long to stand, +I long to see my fatherland. +Far is Ayodhya: long, alas, +The dreary road and hard to pass.” +“One day,” Vibhishan cried, “one day +Shall bear thee o'er that length of way. +Is not the wondrous chariot mine, +Named Pushpak, wrought by hands divine. +The prize which Ravan seized of old +Victorious o'er the God of Gold? +This chariot, kept with utmost care, +Will waft thee through the fields of air, +And thou shalt light unwearied down +In fair Ayodhya's royal town. +But yet if aught that I have done +Has pleased thee well, O Raghu's son; +If still thou carest for thy friend, +Some little time in Lanka spend; +There after toil of battle rest +Within my halls an honoured guest.” +Again the son of Raghu spake: +“Thy life was perilled for my sake. +Thy counsel gave me priceless aid: +All honours have been richly paid. +Scarce can my love refuse, O best +Of giant kind, thy last request. +But still I yearn once more to see +My home and all most dear to me; +Nor can I brook one hour's delay: +Forgive me, speed me on my way.” +He ceased: the magic car was brought. +Of yore by Viśvakarma wrought. +In sunlike sheen it flashed and blazed; +And Raghu's sons in wonder gazed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_487.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_487.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..73d42b1a7b3ec17de3b1a4bc881347307de494f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_487.txt @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +Canto CXXV. The Return. + +The giant lord the chariot viewed, +And humbly thus his speech renewed: +“Behold, O King, the car prepared: +Now be thy further will declared.” +He ceased: and Rama spake once more: +“These hosts who thronged to Lanka's shore +Their faith and might have nobly shown, +And set thee on the giants' throne. +Let pearls and gems and gold repay +The feats of many a desperate day, +That all may go triumphant hence +Proud of their noble recompense.” +Vibhishan, ready at his call, +With gold and gems enriched them all. +Then Rama clomb the glorious car +That shone like day's resplendent star. +There in his lap he held his dame +Vailing her eyes in modest shame. +Beside him Lakshman took his stand, +Whose mighty bow still armed his hand, +“O King Vibhishan,” Rama cried, +“O Vanar chiefs, so long allied, +[pg 500] +My comrades till the foemen fell, +List, for I speak a long farewell. +The task, in doubt and fear begun, +With your good aid is nobly done. +Leave Lanka's shore, your steps retrace, +Brave warriors of the Vanar race. +Thou, King Sugríva, true, through all, +To friendship's bond and duty's call, +Seek far Kishkindha with thy train +And o'er thy realm in glory reign. +Farewell, Vibhishan, Lanka's throne +Won by our arms is now thine own, +Thou, mighty lord, hast nought to dread +From heavenly Gods by Indra led. +My last farewell, 0 King, receive, +For Lanka's isle this hour I leave.” +Loud rose their cry in answer: “We, +O Raghu's son, would go with thee. +With thee delighted would we stray +Where sweet Ayodhya's groves are gay, +Then in the joyous synod view +King-making balm thy brows bedew; +Our homage to Kauśalya pay, +And hasten on our homeward way.” +Their prayer the son of Raghu heard, +And spoke, his heart with rapture stirred: +“Sugríva, O my faithful friend, +Vibhishan and ye chiefs, ascend. +A joy beyond all joys the best +Will fill my overflowing breast, +If girt by you, O noble band, +I seek again my native land.” +With Vanar lords in danger tried +Sugríva sprang to Rama's side, +And girt by chiefs of giant kind +Vibhíshan's step was close behind. +Swift through the air, as Rama chose, +The wondrous car from earth arose. +And decked with swans and silver wings +Bore through the clouds its freight of kings. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_488.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_488.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..db454411c6529d78ffe146a0fcefdcd1115c23d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_488.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto CXXVI. Bharat Consoled. + +Then Rama, speeding through the skies, +Bent on the earth his eager eyes: +“Look, Síta, see, divinely planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +Lanka the lovely city rest +Enthroned on Mount Trikúṭa's crest +Behold those fields, ensanguined yet, +Where Vanar hosts and giants met. +There, vainly screened by charm and spell, +The robber Ravan fought and fell. +There knelt Mandodarí1021 and shed +Her tears in floods for Ravan dead. +And every dame who loved him sent +From her sad heart her wild lament. +There gleams the margin of the deep, +Where, worn with toil, we sank to sleep. +Look, love, the unconquered sea behold, +King Varun's home ordained of old, +Whose boundless waters roar and swell +Rich with their store of pearl and shell. +O see, the morning sun is bright +On fair Hiranyanabha's1022 height, +Who rose from Ocean's sheltering breast +That Hanuman might stay and rest. +There stretches, famed for evermore, +The wondrous bridge from shore to shore. +The worlds, to life's remotest day, +Due reverence to the work shall pay, +Which holier for the lapse of time +Shall give release from sin and crime. +Now thither bend, dear love, thine eyes +Where green with groves Kishkindha lies, +The seat of King Sugríva's reign, +Where Bali by this hand was slain.1023 +There Ríshyamúka's hill behold +Bright gleaming with embedded gold. +There too my wandering foot I set, +There King Sugríva first I met. +And, where yon trees their branches wave, +My promise of assistance gave. +There, flushed with lilies, Pampa shines +With banks which greenest foliage lines, +Where melancholy steps I bent +And mourned thee with a mad lament. +There fierce Kabandha, spreading wide +His giant arms, in battle died. +Turn, Síta, turn thine eyes and see +In Janasthan that glorious tree: +There Ravan, lord of giants slew +Our friend Jaṭayus brave and true, +Thy champion in the hopeless strife, +Who gave for thee his noble life. +Now mark that glade amid the trees +Where once we lived as devotees. +See, see our leafy cot between +Those waving boughs of densest green, +Where Ravan seized his prize and stole +My love the darling of my soul. +O, look again: beneath thee gleams +Godavarí the best of streams, +Whose lucid waters sweetly glide +By lilies that adorn her side. +There dwelt Agastya, holy sage, +In plantain-sheltered hermitage. +See Śarabhanga's humble shed +[pg 501] +Which sovereign Indra visited. +See where the gentle hermits dwell +Neath Atri's rule who loved us well; +Where once thine eyes were blest to see +His sainted dame who talked with thee. +Now rest thine eyes with new delight +On Chitrakúṭa's woody height, +See Jumna flashing in the sun +Through groves of brilliant foliage run. +Screened by the shade of spreading boughs. +There Bharadvaja keeps his vows, +There Ganga, river of the skies, +Rolls the sweet wave that purifies, +There Śringavera's towers ascend +Where Guha reigns, mine ancient friend. +I see, I see thy glittering spires, +Ayodhya, city of my sires. +Bow down, bow down thy head, my sweet, +Our home, our long-lost home to greet.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_489.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_489.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..119c465a37b52952a3384b92227e5162211fbb3d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_489.txt @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +Canto CXXVII. Rama's Message. + +But Rama bade the chariot stay, +And halting in his airy way, +In Bharadvaja's holy shade +His homage to the hermit paid. +“O saint,” he cried, “I yearn to know +My dear Ayodhya's weal and woe. +O tell me that the people thrive, +And that the queens are yet alive.” +Joy gleamed in Bhardvaja's eye, +Who gently smiled and made reply: +“Thy brother, studious of thy will, +Is faithful and obedient still. +In tangled twine he coils his hair: +Thy safe return is all his care. +Before thy shoes he humbly bends, +And to thy house and realm attends. +When first these dreary years began, +When first I saw the banished man, +With Síta, in his hermit coat, +At this sad heart compassion smote. +My breast with tender pity swelled: +I saw thee from thy home expelled, +Reft of all princely state, forlorn, +A hapless wanderer travel-worn, +Firm in thy purpose to fulfil +Thy duty and thy father's will. +But boundless is my rapture now: +Triumphant, girt with friends, art thou. +Where'er thy wandering steps have been, +Thy joy and woe mine eyes have seen. +Thy glorious deeds to me art known, +The Brahmans saved, the foes o'erthrown. +Such power have countless seasons spent +In penance and devotion lent. +Thy virtues, best of chiefs, I know, +And now a boon would fain bestow. +This hospitable gift1024 receive: +Then with the dawn my dwelling leave.” +The bended head of Rama showed +His reverence for the grace bestowed; +Then for each brave companion's sake +He sought a further boon and spake: +“O let that mighty power of thine +The road to fair Ayodhya line +With trees where fruit of every hue +The Vanars' eye and taste may woo, +And flowers of every season, sweet +With stores of honeyed juice, may meet.” +The hero ceased: the hermit bent +His reverend head in glad assent; +And swift, as Bharadvaja willed, +The prayer of Rama was fulfilled. +For many a league the lengthening road +Trees thick with fruit and blossom showed +With luscious beauty to entice +The taste like trees of Paradise. +The Vanars passed beneath the shade +Of that delightful colonnade, +Still tasting with unbounded glee +The treasures of each wondrous tree. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_49.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_49.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..164b351e29f334295f4d3294ebbb1df0aa876524 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_49.txt @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ +Canto LII. Vasishtha's Feast. + +Wise Viśvamitra's tale was done: +Then sainted Gautam's eldest son, +Great Śatananda, far-renowned, +Whom long austerities had crowned +With glory—as the news he heard +The down upon his body stirred,— +Filled full of wonder at the sight +Of Rama, felt supreme delight. +When Śatananda saw the pair +Of youthful princes seated there, +He turned him to the holy man +Who sate at ease, and thus began: +“And didst thou, mighty Sage, in truth +Show clearly to this royal youth +My mother, glorious far and wide, +Whom penance-rites have sanctified? +And did my glorious mother—she, +Heiress of noble destiny— +Serve her great guest with woodland store, +Whom all should honour evermore? +Didst thou the tale to Rama tell +Of what in ancient days befell, +The sin, the misery, and the shame +Of guilty God and faithless dame? +And, O thou best of hermits, say, +Did Rama's healing presence stay +Her trial? was the wife restored +Again to him, my sire and lord? +Say, Hermit, did that sire of mine +Receive her with a soul benign, +When long austerities in time +Had cleansed her from the taint of crime? +[pg 063] +And, son of Kuśik, let me know, +Did my great-minded father show +Honour to Rama, and regard, +Before he journeyed hitherward?” +The hermit with attentive ear +Marked all the questions of the seer: +To him for eloquence far-famed, +His eloquent reply he framed: +“Yea, 'twas my care no task to shun, +And all I had to do was done; +As Renuka and Bhrigu's child, +The saint and dame were reconciled.” +When the great sage had thus replied, +To Rama Śatananda cried: +“A welcome visit, Prince, is thine, +Thou scion of King Raghu's line. +With him to guide thy way aright, +This sage invincible in might, +This Brahman sage, most glorious-bright, +By long austerities has wrought +A wondrous deed, exceeding thought: +Thou knowest well, O strong of arm, +This sure defence from scathe and harm. +None, Rama, none is living now +In all the earth more blest than thou, +That thou hast won a saint so tried +In fervid rites thy life to guide. +Now listen, Prince, while I relate +His lofty deeds and wondrous fate. +He was a monarch pious-souled. +His foemen in the dust he rolled; +Most learned, prompt at duty's claim, +His people's good his joy and aim. +Of old the Lord of Life gave birth +To mighty Kuśa, king of earth. +His son was Kuśanabha, strong, +Friend of the right, the foe of wrong. +Gadhi, whose fame no time shall dim, +Heir of his throne was born to him, +And Viśvamitra, Gadhi's heir, +Governed the land with kingly care. +While years unnumbered rolled away +The monarch reigned with equal sway. +At length, assembling many a band, +He led his warriors round the land— +Complete in tale, a mighty force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse. +Through cities, groves, and floods he passed, +O'er lofty hills, through regions vast. +He reached Vaśishṭha's pure abode, +Where trees, and flowers, and creepers glowed, +Where troops of sylvan creatures fed; +Which saints and angels visited. +Gods, fauns, and bards of heavenly race, +And spirits, glorified the place; +The deer their timid ways forgot, +And holy Brahmans thronged the spot. +Bright in their souls, like fire, were these, +Made pure by long austerities, +Bound by the rule of vows severe, +And each in glory Brahma's peer. +Some fed on water, some on air, +Some on the leaves that withered there. +Roots and wild fruit were others' food; +All rage was checked, each sense subdued, +There Balakhilyas220 went and came, +Now breathed the prayer, now fed the flame: +These, and ascetic bands beside, +The sweet retirement beautified. +Such was Vaśishṭha's blest retreat, +Like Brahma's own celestial seat, +Which gladdened Viśvamitra's eyes, +Peerless for warlike enterprise. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_490.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_490.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..006b6c70fabc0e5e52218dac7a7b992ec1a94a1d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_490.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +Canto CXXVIII. Hanuman's Story. + +But Rama, when he first looked down +And saw afar Ayodhya's town, +Had called Hanuman to his side, +The chief on whom his heart relied, +And said: “Brave Vanar, good at need, +Haste onward, to Ayodhya speed, +And learn, I pray, if all be well +With those who in the palace dwell. +But as thou speedest on thy way +Awhile at Śringavera stay. +Tell Guha the Nishadas' lord, +That victor, with my queen restored, +In health and strength with many a friend +Homeward again my steps I bend. +Thence by the road that he will show +On to Ayodhya swiftly go. +There with my love my brother greet, +And all our wondrous tale repeat. +Say that victorious in the strife +I come with Lakshman and my wife, +Then mark with keenest eye each trace +Of joy or grief on Bharat's face. +Be all his gestures closely viewed, +[pg 502] +Each change of look and attitude. +Where breathes the man who will not cling +To all that glorifies a king? +Where beats the heart that can resign +An ancient kingdom, nor repine +To lose a land renowned for breeds +Of elephants and warrior steeds? +If, won by custom day by day, +My brother Bharat thirsts for sway, +Still let him rule the nations, still +The throne of old Ikshvaku fill. +Go, mark him well: his feelings learn, +And, ere we yet be near return.” +He ceased: and, garbed in human form, +Forth sped Hanúman swift as storm. +Sublime in air he rose, and through +The region of his father flew. +He saw far far beneath his feet +Where Ganga's flood and Jumna meet. +Descending from the upper air +He entered Śringavera, where +King Guha's heart was well content +To hear the message Rama sent. +Then, with his mighty strength renewed, +The Vanar chief his way pursued, +Valúkiní was far behind, +And Gomatí with forests lined, +And golden fields and pastures gay +With flocks and herds beneath him lay. +Then Nandigrama charmed his eye +Where flowers were bright with every dye, +And trees of lovely foliage made +With meeting boughs delightful shade, +Where women watched in trim array +Their little sons' and grandsons' play. +His eager eye on Bharat fell +Who sat before his lonely cell. +In hermit weed, with tangled hair, +Pale, weak, and worn with ceaseless care. +His royal pomp and state resigned +For Rama still he watched and pined, +Still to his dreary vows adhered, +And royal Rama's shoes revered. +Yet still the terror of his arm +Preserved the land from fear and harm. +The Wind-God's son, in form a man, +Raised reverent hands and thus began: +“Fond greeting, Prince, I bring to thee, +And Rama's self has sent it: he +For whom thy spirit sorrows yet +As for a hapless anchoret +In Danḍak wood, in dire distress, +With matted hair and hermit dress. +This sorrow from thy bosom fling, +And hear the tale of joy I bring. +This day thy brother shalt thou meet +Exulting in his foe's defeat, +Freed from his toil and lengthened vow, +The light of victory on his brow, +With Síta, Lakshman and his friends +Homeward at last his steps he bends.” +Then joy, too mighty for control, +Rushed in full flood o'er Bharat's soul; +His reeling sense and strength gave way, +And fainting on the earth he lay, +At length upspringing from the ground, +His arms about Hanúman wound, +With tender tears of rapture sprung, +He dewed the neck to which he clung: +“Art thou a God or man,” he cried, +“Whom love and pity hither guide? +For this a hundred thousand kine, +A hundred villages be thine. +A score of maids of spotless lives +To thee I give to be thy wives, +Of golden hue and bright of face, +Each lovely for her tender grace.” +He ceased a while by joy subdued, +And then his eager speech renewed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_491.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_491.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c198088781c79420b1520a751e1ab74aef992f80 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_491.txt @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +Canto CXXIX. The Meeting With Bharat. + +“In doubt and fear long years have passed +And glorious tidings come at last. +True, true is now the ancient verse +Which men in time of bliss rehearse: +“Once only in a hundred years +Great joy to mortal men appears.” +But now his woes and triumph tell, +And loss and gain as each befell.” +He ceased: Hanúman mighty-souled +The tale of Rama's wanderings told +From that first day on which he stood +In the drear shade of Danḍak wood. +He told how fierce Viradha fell; +He told of Śarabhanga's cell +Where Rama saw with wondering eyes +Indra descended from the skies. +He told how Śúrpanakhí came, +Her soul aglow with amorous flame, +And fled repulsed, with rage and tears, +Reft of her nose and severed ears. +He told how Rama's might subdued +The giants' furious multitude; +How Khara with the troops he led +And Triśiras and Dúshan bled: +How Rama, tempted from his cot, +The golden deer pursued and shot, +And Ravan came and stole away +The Maithil queen his hapless prey, +When, as he fought, the dame to save, +His noble life Jatayus gave: +How Rama still the the search renewed, +The robber to his hold pursued, +Bridging the sea from shore to shore, +And found his queen to part no more.1025 +[pg 503] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_492.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_492.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1073b35ca328dcfc2086bbb840d990c6afd61159 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_492.txt @@ -0,0 +1,163 @@ +Canto CXXX. The Consecration. + +O'erwhelmed with rapture Bharat heard +The tale that all his being stirred, +And, heralding the glad event, +This order to Śatrughna sent: +“Let every shrine with flowers be gay +Let incense burn and music play. +Go forth, go forth to meet your king, +Let tabours sound and minstrels sing, +Let bards swell high the note of praise +Skilled in the lore of ancient days, +Call forth the royal matrons: call +Each noble from the council hall. +Send all we love and honour most, +Send Brahmans and the warrior host, +A glorious company to bring +In triumph home our lord the king.” +Great rapture filled Śatrughna's breast, +Obedient to his brother's hest. +“Send forth ten thousand men” he cried, +“Let brawny arms be stoutly plied, +And, smoothing all with skilful care, +The road for Kośal's king prepare. +Then o'er the earth let thousands throw +Fresh showers of water cool as snow, +And others strew with garlands gay +With loveliest blooms our monarch's way. +On tower and temple porch and gate +Let banners wave in royal state, +And be each roof and terrace lined +With blossoms loose and chaplets twined.” +The nobles hasting forth fulfilled +His order as Śatrughna willed. +Sublime on elephants they rode +Whose gilded girths with jewels glowed. +Attended close by thousands more +Gay with the gear and flags they bore. +A thousand chiefs their steeds bestrode, +Their glittering cars a thousand showed. +And countless hosts in rich array +Pursued on foot their eager way. +Veiled from the air with silken screens +In litters rode the widowed queens. +Kausalya first, acknowledged head +And sovereign of the household, led: +Sumitra next, and after, dames +Of lower rank and humbler names. +Then compassed by a white-robed throng +Of Brahmans, heralded with song, +With shouts of joy from countless throats, +And shells' and tambours' mingled notes, +And drums resounding long and loud, +Exulting Bharat joined the crowd. +Still on his head, well-trained in lore +Of duty, Rama's shoes he bore. +The moon-white canopy was spread +With flowery twine engarlanded, +And jewelled cheuries, meet to hold +O'er Rama's brow, shone bright with gold, +Though Nandigrama's town they neared, +Of Rama yet no sign appeared. +Then Bharat called the Vanar chief +And questioned thus in doubt and grief: +“Hast thou uncertain, like thy kind, +A sweet delusive guile designed? +Where, where is royal Rama? show +The hero, victor of the foe. +I gaze, but see no Vanars still +Who wear each varied shape at will.” +In eager love thus Bharat cried, +And thus the Wind-God's son replied: +“Look, Bharat, on those laden trees +That murmur with the song of bees; +For Rama's sake the saint has made +Untimely fruits, unwonted shade. +Such power in ages long ago +Could Indra's gracious boon bestow. +O, hear the Vanars' voices, hear +The shouting which proclaims them near. +E'en now about to cross they seem +Sweet Gomatí's delightful stream. +I see, I see the car designed +By Brahma's own creative mind, +The car which, radiant as the moon, +Moves at the will by Brahma's boon; +The car which once was Ravan's pride, +The victor's spoil when Ravan died. +Look, there are Raghu's sons: between +The brothers stands the rescued queen. +There is Vibhishan full in view, +Sugríva and his retinue.” +He ceased: then rapture loosed each tongue: +From men and dames, from old and young, +One long, one universal cry, +'Tis he, 'tis Rama, smote the sky. +All lighted down with eager speed +From elephant and car and steed, +And every joyful eye intent +On Rama's moonbright face was bent. +Entranced a moment Bharat gazed: +Then reverential hands he raised, +And on his brother humbly pressed +The honours due to welcome guest. +Then Bharat clomb the car to greet +His king and bowed him at his feet, +Till Rama raised him face to face +And held him in a close embrace. +Then Lakshman and the Maithil dame +He greeted as he spoke his name1026 +He greeted next, supreme in place, +The sovereign of the Vanar race, +And Jambavan and Bali's son, +[pg 504] +And lords and chiefs, omitting none.1027 +Sugríva to his heart he pressed +And thus with grateful words addressed: +“Four brothers, Vanar king, were we, +And now we boast a fifth in thee. +By kindly acts a friend we know: +Offence and wrong proclaim the foe.” +To King Vibhishan then he spake: +“Well hast thou fought for Rama's sake.” +Nor was the brave Śatrughna slow +His reverential love to show +To both his brothers, as was meet, +And venerate the lady's feet. +Then Rama to his mother came, +Saw her pale cheek and wasted frame, +With gentle words her heart consoled, +And clasped her feet with loving hold. +Then at Sumitra's feet he bent, +And fair Kaikeyí's, reverent, +Greeted each dame from chief to least, +And bowed him to the household priest. +Up rose a shout from all the throng: +“O welcome, Rama, mourned so long. +Welcome, Kausalya's joy and pride,” +Ten hundred thousand voices cried. +Then Bharat placed, in duty taught, +On Rama's feet the shoes he brought: +“My King,” he cried, “receive again +The pledge preserved through years of pain, +The rule and lordship of the land +Entrusted to my weaker hand. +No more I sigh o'er sorrows past, +My birth and life are blest at last +In the glad sight this day has shown, +When Rama comes to rule his own.” +He ceased: the faithful love that moved +The prince's soul each heart approved; +Nor could the Vanar chiefs refrain +From tender tears that fell like rain. +Then Rama, stirred with joy anew, +His arms about his brother threw, +And to the grove his course he bent +Where Bharat's hermit days were spent. +Alighting in that pure retreat +He pressed the earth with eager feet. +Then, at his hest, the car rose high +And sailing through the northern sky +Sped homeward to the Lord of Gold +Who owned the wondrous prize of old.1028 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_5.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_5.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c80d831d129f5988003a01b5d2033edfe795851f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_5.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto VI. The King. + +“Ikshvaku's sons from days of old +Were ever brave and mighty-souled. +The land their arms had made their own +Was bounded by the sea alone. +Their holy works have won them praise, +Through countless years, from Manu's days. +Their ancient sire was Sagar, he +Whose high command dug out the sea:61 +With sixty thousand sons to throng +Around him as he marched along. +From them this glorious tale proceeds: +The great Ramayan tells their deeds. +This noble song whose lines contain +Lessons of duty, love, and gain, +We two will now at length recite, +While good men listen with delight. +On Sarjú's62 bank, of ample size, +The happy realm of Kośal lies, +[pg 012] +With fertile length of fair champaign +And flocks and herds and wealth of grain. +There, famous in her old renown, +Ayodhya63 stands, the royal town, +In bygone ages built and planned +By sainted Manu's64 princely hand. +Imperial seat! her walls extend +Twelve measured leagues from end to end, +And three in width from side to side, +With square and palace beautified. +Her gates at even distance stand; +Her ample roads are wisely planned. +Right glorious is her royal street +Where streams allay the dust and heat. +On level ground in even row +Her houses rise in goodly show: +Terrace and palace, arch and gate +The queenly city decorate. +High are her ramparts, strong and vast, +By ways at even distance passed, +With circling moat, both deep and wide, +And store of weapons fortified. +King Daśaratha, lofty-souled, +That city guarded and controlled, +With towering Sal trees belted round,65 +And many a grove and pleasure ground, +As royal Indra, throned on high, +Rules his fair city in the sky.66 +She seems a painted city, fair +With chess-board line and even square.67 +And cool boughs shade the lovely lake +Where weary men their thirst may slake. +There gilded chariots gleam and shine, +And stately piles the Gods enshrine. +There gay sleek people ever throng +To festival and dance and song. +A mine is she of gems and sheen, +The darling home of Fortune's Queen. +With noblest sort of drink and meat, +The fairest rice and golden wheat, +And fragrant with the chaplet's scent +With holy oil and incense blent. +With many an elephant and steed, +And wains for draught and cars for speed. +With envoys sent by distant kings, +And merchants with their precious things +With banners o'er her roofs that play, +And weapons that a hundred slay;68 +All warlike engines framed by man, +And every class of artisan. +A city rich beyond compare +With bards and minstrels gathered there, +And men and damsels who entrance +The soul with play and song and dance. +In every street is heard the lute, +The drum, the tabret, and the flute, +The Veda chanted soft and low, +The ringing of the archer's bow; +With bands of godlike heroes skilled +In every warlike weapon, filled, +And kept by warriors from the foe, +As Nagas guard their home below.69 +There wisest Brahmans evermore +The flame of worship feed, +And versed in all the Vedas' lore, +Their lives of virtue lead. +Truthful and pure, they freely give; +They keep each sense controlled, +And in their holy fervour live +Like the great saints of old. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_50.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_50.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0a0ed6db9cb5a662c7277d13a4c174792d113dfc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_50.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +Canto LIII. Visvamitra's Request. + +Right glad was Viśvamitra when +He saw the prince of saintly men. +Low at his feet the hero bent, +And did obeisance, reverent. +The king was welcomed in, and shown +A seat beside the hermit's own, +Who offered him, when resting there, +Fruit in due course, and woodland fare. +And Viśvamitra, noblest king, +Received Vaśishṭha's welcoming, +Turned to his host, and prayed him tell +That he and all with him were well. +Vaśishṭha to the king replied +That all was well on every side, +That fire, and vows, and pupils throve, +And all the trees within the grove. +And then the son of Brahma, best +Of all who pray with voice suppressed, +Questioned with pleasant words like these +The mighty king who sate at ease: +“And is it well with thee? I pray; +And dost thou win by virtuous sway +Thy people's love, discharging all +The duties on a king that fall? +Are all thy servants fostered well? +Do all obey, and none rebel? +Hast thou, destroyer of the foe, +No enemies to overthrow? +Does fortune, conqueror! still attend +Thy treasure, host, and every friend? +Is it all well? Does happy fate +On sons and children's children wait?” +He spoke. The modest king replied +That all was prosperous far and wide. +[pg 064] +Thus for awhile the two conversed, +As each to each his tale rehearsed, +And as the happy moments flew, +Their joy and friendship stronger grew. +When such discourse had reached an end, +Thus spoke the saint most reverend +To royal Viśvamitra, while +His features brightened with a smile: +“O mighty lord of men. I fain +Would banquet thee and all thy train +In mode that suits thy station high: +And do not thou my prayer deny. +Let my good lord with favour take +The offering that I fain would make, +And let me honour, ere we part, +My royal guest with loving heart.” +Him Viśvamitra thus addressed: +“Why make, O Saint, this new request? +Thy welcome and each gracious word +Sufficient honour have conferred. +Thou gavest roots and fruit to eat, +The treasures of this pure retreat, +And water for my mouth and feet; +And—boon I prize above the rest— +Thy presence has mine eyesight blest. +Honoured by thee in every way, +To whom all honour all should pay, +I now will go. My lord, Good-bye! +Regard me with a friendly eye.” +Him speaking thus Vaśishṭha stayed, +And still to share his banquet prayed. +The will of Gadhi's son he bent, +And won the monarch to consent, +Who spoke in answer. “Let it be, +Great Hermit, as it pleases thee.” +When, best of those who breathe the prayer, +He heard the king his will declare, +He called the cow of spotted skin, +All spot without, all pure within. +“Come, Dapple-skin,” he cried, “with speed; +Hear thou my words and help at need. +My heart is set to entertain +This monarch and his mighty train +With sumptuous meal and worthy fare; +Be thine the banquet to prepare. +Each dainty cate, each goodly dish, +Of six-fold taste221 as each may wish— +All these, O cow of heavenly power, +Rain down for me in copious shower: +Viands and drink for tooth and lip, +To eat, to suck, to quaff, to sip— +Of these sufficient, and to spare, +O plenty-giving cow, prepare.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_51.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_51.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..eea015359a90637c7fa3ae9e8965a75d83455bc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_51.txt @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ +Canto LIV. The Battle. + +Thus charged, O slayer of thy foes, +The cow from whom all plenty flows, +Obedient to her saintly lord, +Viands to suit each taste, outpoured. +Honey she gave, and roasted grain, +Mead sweet with flowers, and sugar-cane. +Each beverage of flavour rare, +An food of every sort, were there: +Hills of hot rice, and sweetened cakes, +And curdled milk and soup in lakes. +Vast beakers foaming to the brim +With sugared drink prepared for him, +And dainty sweetmeats, deftly made, +Before the hermit's guests were laid. +So well regaled, so nobly fed, +The mighty army banqueted, +And all the train, from chief to least, +Delighted in Vaśishṭha's feast. +Then Viśvamitra, royal sage, +Surrounded by his vassalage, +Prince, peer, and counsellor, and all +From highest lord to lowest thrall, +Thus feasted, to Vaśishṭha cried +With joy, supremely gratified: +“Rich honour I, thus entertained, +Most honourable lord, have gained: +Now hear, before I journey hence, +My words, O skilled in eloquence. +Bought for a hundred thousand kine, +Let Dapple-skin, O Saint, be mine. +A wondrous jewel is thy cow, +And gems are for the monarch's brow.222 +To me her rightful lord resign +This Dapple-skin thou callest thine.” +The great Vaśishṭha, thus addressed, +Arch-hermit of the holy breast, +To Viśvamitra answer made, +The king whom all the land obeyed: +“Not for a hundred thousand,—nay, +Not if ten million thou wouldst pay, +With silver heaps the price to swell,— +Will I my cow, O Monarch, sell. +Unmeet for her is such a fate. +That I my friend should alienate. +As glory with the virtuous, she +For ever makes her home with me. +On her mine offerings which ascend +To Gods and spirits all depend: +My very life is due to her, +My guardian, friend, and minister. +[pg 065] +The feeding of the sacred flame,223 +The dole which living creatures claim.224 +The mighty sacrifice by fire, +Each formula the rites require,225 +And various saving lore beside, +Are by her aid, in sooth, supplied. +The banquet which thy host has shared, +Believe it, was by her prepared, +In her mine only treasures lie, +She cheers mine heart and charms mine eye. +And reasons more could I assign +Why Dapple-skin can ne'er be thine.” +The royal sage, his suit denied, +With eloquence more earnest cried: +“Tusked elephants, a goodly train, +Each with a golden girth and chain, +Whose goads with gold well fashioned shine— +Of these be twice seven thousand thine. +And four-horse cars with gold made bright, +With steeds most beautifully white, +Whose bells make music as they go, +Eight hundred, Saint, will I bestow. +Eleven thousand mettled steeds +From famous lands, of noble breeds— +These will I gladly give, O thou +Devoted to each holy vow. +Ten million heifers, fair to view, +Whose sides are marked with every hue— +These in exchange will I assign; +But let thy Dapple-skin be mine. +Ask what thou wilt, and piles untold +Of priceless gems and gleaming gold, +O best of Brahmans, shall be thine; +But let thy Dapple-skin be mine.” +The great Vaśishṭha, thus addressed, +Made answer to the king's request: +“Ne'er will I give my cow away, +My gem, my wealth, my life and stay. +My worship at the moon's first show, +And at the full, to her I owe; +And sacrifices small and great, +Which largess due and gifts await. +From her alone, their root, O King, +My rites and holy service spring. +What boots it further words to say? +I will not give my cow away +Who yields me what I ask each day.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_52.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_52.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b1e8e16bf9450a53cbf2dc3d7f3e3de4da8ccab7 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_52.txt @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Canto LV. The Hermitage Burnt. + +As Saint Vaśishṭha answered so, +Nor let the cow of plenty go, +The monarch, as a last resource, +Began to drag her off by force. +While the king's servants tore away +Their moaning, miserable prey, +Sad, sick at heart, and sore distressed, +She pondered thus within her breast: +“Why am I thus forsaken? why +Betrayed by him of soul most high. +Vaśishṭha, ravished by the hands +Of soldiers of the monarch's bands? +Ah me! what evil have I done +Against the lofty-minded one, +That he, so pious, can expose +The innocent whose love he knows?” +In her sad breast as thus she thought, +And heaved deep sighs with anguish fraught, +With wondrous speed away she fled, +And back to Saint Vaśishṭha sped. +She hurled by hundreds to the ground +The menial crew that hemmed her round, +And flying swifter than the blast +Before the saint herself she cast. +There Dapple-skin before the saint +Stood moaning forth her sad complaint, +And wept and lowed: such tones as come +From wandering cloud or distant drum. +“O son of Brahma,” thus cried she, +“Why hast thou thus forsaken me, +That the king's men, before thy face, +Bear off thy servant from her place?” +Then thus the Brahman saint replied +To her whose heart with woe was tried, +And grieving for his favourite's sake, +As to a suffering sister spake: +“I leave thee not: dismiss the thought; +Nor, duteous, hast thou failed in aught. +This king, o'erweening in the pride +Of power, has reft thee from my side. +Little, I ween, my strength could do +'Gainst him, a mighty warrior too. +Strong, as a soldier born and bred,— +Great, as a king whom regions dread. +See! what a host the conqueror leads, +With elephants, and cars, and steeds. +O'er countless bands his pennons fly; +So is he mightier far than I.” +[pg 066] +He spoke. Then she, in lowly mood, +To that high saint her speech renewed: +“So judge not they who wisest are: +The Brahman's might is mightier far. +For Brahmans strength from Heaven derive, +And warriors bow when Brahmans strive. +A boundless power 'tis thine to wield: +To such a king thou shouldst not yield, +Who, very mighty though he be,— +So fierce thy strength,—must bow to thee. +Command me, Saint. Thy power divine +Has brought me here and made me thine; +And I, howe'er the tyrant boast, +Will tame his pride and slay his host.” +Then cried the glorious sage: “Create +A mighty force the foe to mate.” +She lowed, and quickened into life, +Pahlavas,226 burning for the strife, +King Viśvamitra's army slew +Before the very leader's view. +The monarch in excessive ire, +His eyes with fury darting fire, +Rained every missile on the foe +Till all the Pahlavas were low. +She, seeing all her champions slain, +Lying by thousands on the plain. +Created, by her mere desire, +Yavans and Śakas, fierce and dire. +And all the ground was overspread +With Yavans and with Śakas dread: +A host of warriors bright and strong, +And numberless in closest throng: +The threads within the lotus stem, +So densely packed, might equal them. +In gold-hued mail 'against war's attacks, +Each bore a sword and battle-axe, +The royal host, where'er these came, +Fell as if burnt with ravening flame. +The monarch, famous through the world +Again his fearful weapons hurled, +That made Kambojas,227 Barbars,228 all, +With Yavans, troubled, flee and fall. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_53.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_53.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cfb6d5b27d44f8edbbf1529e7b4f521c508585d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_53.txt @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +Canto LVI. Visvamitra's Vow. + +So o'er the field that host lay strown, +By Viśvamitra's darts o'erthrown. +Then thus Vaśishṭha charged the cow: +“Create with all thy vigour now.” +Forth sprang Kambojas, as she lowed; +Bright as the sun their faces glowed, +Forth from her udder Barbars poured,— +Soldiers who brandished spear and sword,— +And Yavans with their shafts and darts, +And Śakas from her hinder parts. +And every pore upon her fell, +And every hair-producing cell, +With Mlechchhas229 and Kiratas230 teemed, +And forth with them Harítas streamed. +And Viśvamitra's mighty force, +Car, elephant, and foot, and horse, +Fell in a moment's time, subdued +By that tremendous multitude. +The monarch's hundred sons, whose eyes +Beheld the rout in wild surprise, +Armed with all weapons, mad with rage, +Rushed fiercely on the holy sage. +One cry he raised, one glance he shot, +And all fell scorched upon the spot: +Burnt by the sage to ashes, they +With horse, and foot, and chariot, lay. +The monarch mourned, with shame and pain, +His army lost, his children slain, +Like Ocean when his roar is hushed, +Or some great snake whose fangs are crushed: +[pg 067] +Or as in swift eclipse the Sun +Dark with the doom he cannot shun: +Or a poor bird with mangled wing— +So, reft of sons and host, the king +No longer, by ambition fired, +The pride of war his breast inspired. +He gave his empire to his son— +Of all he had, the only one: +And bade him rule as kings are taught +Then straight a hermit-grove he sought. +Far to Himalaya's side he fled, +Which bards and Nagas visited, +And, Mahadeva's231 grace to earn, +He gave his life to penance stern. +A lengthened season thus passed by, +When Śiva's self, the Lord most High, +Whose banner shows the pictured bull,232 +Appeared, the God most bountiful: +“Why fervent thus in toil and pain? +What brings thee here? what boon to gain? +Thy heart's desire, O Monarch, speak: +I grant the boons which mortals seek.” +The king, his adoration paid, +To Mahadeva answer made: +“If thou hast deemed me fit to win +Thy favour, O thou void of sin, +On me, O mighty God, bestow +The wondrous science of the bow, +All mine, complete in every part, +With secret spell and mystic art. +To me be all the arms revealed +That Gods, and saints, and Titans wield, +And every dart that arms the hands +Of spirits, fiends and minstrel bands, +Be mine, O Lord supreme in place, +This token of thy boundless grace.” +The Lord of Gods then gave consent, +And to his heavenly mansion went. +Triumphant in the arms he held, +The monarch's breast with glory swelled. +So swells the ocean, when upon +His breast the full moon's beams have shone. +Already in his mind he viewed +Vaśishṭha at his feet subdued. +He sought that hermit's grove, and there +Launched his dire weapons through the air, +Till scorched by might that none could stay +The hermitage in ashes lay. +Where'er the inmates saw, aghast, +The dart that Viśvamitra cast, +To every side they turned and fled +In hundreds forth disquieted. +Vaśishṭha's pupils caught the fear, +And every bird and every deer, +And fled in wild confusion forth +Eastward and westward, south and north, +And so Vaśishṭha's holy shade +A solitary wild was made, +Silent awhile, for not a sound +Disturbed the hush that was around. +Vaśishṭha then, with eager cry, +Called, “Fear not, friends, nor seek to fly. +This son of Gadhi dies to-day, +Like hoar-frost in the morning's ray.” +Thus having said, the glorious sage +Spoke to the king in words of rage: +“Because thou hast destroyed this grove +Which long in holy quiet throve, +By folly urged to senseless crime, +Now shalt thou die before thy time.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_54.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_54.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..affe18eea084f48ec64313bf054442dd9e32feba --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_54.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +Canto LVII. Trisanku. + +But Viśvamitra, at the threat +Of that illustrious anchoret, +Cried, as he launched with ready hand +A fiery weapon, “Stand, O Stand!” +Vaśishṭha, wild with rage and hate, +Raising, as 'twere the Rod of Fate, +His mighty Brahman wand on high, +To Viśvamitra made reply: +“Nay, stand, O Warrior thou, and show +What soldier can, 'gainst Brahman foe. +O Gadhi's son, thy days are told; +Thy pride is tamed, thy dart is cold. +How shall a warrior's puissance dare +With Brahman's awful strength compare? +To-day, base Warrior, shall thou feel +That God-sent might is more than steel.” +He raised his Brahman staff, nor missed +The fiery dart that near him hissed: +And quenched the fearful weapon fell, +As flame beneath the billow's swell. +Then Gadhi's son in fury threw +Lord Varun's arm and Rudra's too: +Indra's fierce bolt that all destroys; +That which the Lord of Herds employs: +The Human, that which minstrels keep, +The deadly Lure, the endless Sleep: +The Yawner, and the dart which charms; +Lament and Torture, fearful arms: +The Terrible, the dart which dries, +The Thunderbolt which quenchless flies, +And Fate's dread net, and Brahma's noose, +And that which waits for Varun's use: +The dart he loves who wields the bow +Pinaka, and twin bolts that glow +With fury as they flash and fly, +The quenchless Liquid and the Dry: +The dart of Vengeance, swift to kill: +The Goblins' dart, the Curlew's Bill: +[pg 068] +The discus both of Fate and Right, +And Vishnu's, of unerring flight: +The Wind-God's dart, the Troubler dread, +The weapon named the Horse's Head. +From his fierce hand two spears were thrown, +And the great mace that smashes bone; +The dart of spirits of the air, +And that which Fate exults to bear: +The Trident dart which slaughters foes, +And that which hanging skulls compose:233 +These fearful darts in fiery rain +He hurled upon the saint amain, +An awful miracle to view. +But as the ceaseless tempest flew, +The sage with wand of God-sent power +Still swallowed up that fiery shower. +Then Gadhi's son, when these had failed, +With Brahma's dart his foe assailed. +The Gods, with Indra at their head, +And Nagas, quailed disquieted, +And saints and minstrels, when they saw +The king that awful weapon draw; +And the three worlds were filled with dread, +And trembled as the missile sped. +The saint, with Brahman wand, empowered +By lore divine that dart devoured. +Nor could the triple world withdraw +Rapt gazes from that sight of awe; +For as he swallowed down the dart +Of Brahma, sparks from every part, +From finest pore and hair-cell, broke +Enveloped in a veil of smoke. +The staff he waved was all aglow +Like Yama's sceptre, King below, +Or like the lurid fire of Fate +Whose rage the worlds will desolate. +The hermits, whom that sight had awed, +Extolled the saint, with hymn and laud: +“Thy power, O Sage, is ne'er in vain: +Now with thy might thy might restrain. +Be gracious, Master, and allow +The worlds to rest from trouble now; +For Viśvamitra, strong and dread, +By thee has been discomfited.” +Then, thus addressed, the saint, well pleased, +The fury of his wrath appeased. +The king, o'erpowered and ashamed, +With many a deep-drawn sigh exclaimed: +“Ah! Warriors' strength is poor and slight; +A Brahman's power is truly might. +This Brahman staff the hermit held +The fury of my darts has quelled. +This truth within my heart impressed, +With senses ruled and tranquil breast +My task austere will I begin, +And Brahmanhood will strive to win.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_55.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_55.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e05c1297596e2c467254323cff0b0e88a67121cf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_55.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto LVIII. Trisanku Cursed. + +Then with his heart consumed with woe, +Still brooding on his overthrow +By the great saint he had defied, +At every breath the monarch sighed. +Forth from his home his queen he led, +And to a land far southward fled. +There, fruit and roots his only food, +He practised penance, sense-subdued, +And in that solitary spot +Four virtuous sons the king begot: +Havishyand, from the offering named, +And Madhushyand, for sweetness famed, +Maharath, chariot-borne in fight, +And Driḍhanetra strong of sight. +A thousand years had passed away, +When Brahma, Sire whom all obey, +Addressed in pleasant words like these +Him rich in long austerities: +“Thou by the penance, Kuśik's son, +A place 'mid royal saints hast won. +Pleased with thy constant penance, we +This lofty rank assign to thee.” +Thus spoke the glorious Lord most High +Father of earth and air and sky, +And with the Gods around him spread +Home to his changeless sphere he sped. +But Viśvamitra scorned the grace, +And bent in shame his angry face. +Burning with rage, o'erwhelmed with grief, +Thus in his heart exclaimed the chief: +“No fruit, I ween, have I secured +By strictest penance long endured, +If Gods and all the saints decree +To make but royal saint of me.” +Thus pondering, he with sense subdued, +With sternest zeal his vows renewed. +[pg 069] +Then reigned a monarch, true of soul, +Who kept each sense in firm control; +Of old Ikshvaku's line he came, +That glories in Triśanku's234 name. +Within his breast, O Raghu's child, +Arose a longing, strong and wild, +Great offerings to the Gods to pay, +And win, alive, to heaven his way. +His priest Vaśishṭha's aid he sought, +And told him of his secret thought. +But wise Vaśishṭha showed the hope +Was far beyond the monarch's scope. +Triśanku then, his suit denied, +Far to the southern region hied, +To beg Vaśishṭha's sons to aid +The mighty plan his soul had made. +There King Triśanku, far renowned, +Vaśishṭha's hundred children found, +Each on his fervent vows intent, +For mind and fame preëminent. +To these the famous king applied, +Wise children of his holy guide. +Saluting each in order due. +His eyes, for shame, he downward threw, +And reverent hands together pressed, +The glorious company addressed: +“I as a humble suppliant seek +Succour of you who aid the weak. +A mighty offering I would pay, +But sage Vaśishṭha answered, Nay. +Be yours permission to accord, +And to my rites your help afford. +Sons of my guide, to each of you +With lowly reverence here I sue; +To each, intent on penance-vow, +O Brahmans, low my head I bow, +And pray you each with ready heart +In my great rite to bear a part, +That in the body I may rise +And dwell with Gods within the skies. +Sons of my guide, none else I see +Can give what he refuses me. +Ikshvaku's children still depend +Upon their guide most reverend; +And you, as nearest in degree +To him, my deities shall be!” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_56.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_56.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a5e49736043031cca763fd40141cc182141d379c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_56.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +Canto LIX. The Sons Of Vasishtha. + +Triśanku's speech the hundred heard, +And thus replied, to anger stirred: +“Why foolish King, by him denied, +Whose truthful lips have never lied, +Dost thou transgress his prudent rule, +And seek, for aid, another school?235 +Ikshvaku's sons have aye relied +Most surely on their holy guide: +Then how dost thou, fond Monarch, dare +Transgress the rule his lips declare? +“Thy wish is vain,” the saint replied, +And bade thee cast the plan aside. +Then how can we, his sons, pretend +In such a rite our aid to lend? +O Monarch, of the childish heart, +Home to thy royal town depart. +That mighty saint, thy priest and guide, +At noblest rites may well preside: +The worlds for sacrifice combined +A worthier priest could never find.” +Such speech of theirs the monarch heard, +Though rage distorted every word, +And to the hermits made reply: +“You, like your sire, my suit deny. +For other aid I turn from you: +So, rich in penance, Saints, adieu!” +Vaśishṭha's children heard, and guessed +His evil purpose scarce expressed, +And cried, while rage their bosoms burned, +“Be to a vile Chanḍala236 turned!” +[pg 070] +This said, with lofty thoughts inspired, +Each to his own retreat retired. +That night Triśanku underwent +Sad change in shape and lineament. +Next morn, an outcast swart of hue, +His dusky cloth he round him drew. +His hair had fallen from his head, +And roughness o'er his skin was spread. +Such wreaths adorned him as are found +To flourish on the funeral ground. +Each armlet was an iron ring: +Such was the figure of the king, +That every counsellor and peer, +And following townsman, fled in fear. +Alone, unyielding to dismay, +Though burnt by anguish night and day, +Great Viśvamitra's side he sought, +Whose treasures were by penance bought. +The hermit with his tender eyes +Looked on Triśanku's altered guise, +And grieving at his ruined state +Addressed him thus, compassionate: +“Great King,” the pious hermit said, +“What cause thy steps has hither led, +Ayodhya's mighty Sovereign, whom +A curse has plagued with outcast's doom?” +In vile Chanḍala237 shape, the king +Heard Viśvamitra's questioning, +And, suppliant palm to palm applied, +With answering eloquence he cried: +“My priest and all his sons refused +To aid the plan on which I mused. +Failing to win the boon I sought, +To this condition I was brought. +I, in the body, Saint, would fain +A mansion in the skies obtain. +I planned a hundred rites for this, +But still was doomed the fruit to miss. +Pure are my lips from falsehood's stain, +And pure they ever shall remain,— +Yea, by a Warrior's faith I swear,— +Though I be tried with grief and care. +Unnumbered rites to Heaven I paid, +With righteous care the sceptre swayed; +And holy priest and high-souled guide +My modest conduct gratified. +But, O thou best of hermits, they +Oppose my wish these rites to pay; +They one and all refuse consent, +Nor aid me in my high intent. +Fate is, I ween, the power supreme, +Man's effort but an idle dream, +Fate whirls our plans, our all away; +Fate is our only hope and stay; +Now deign, O blessed Saint, to aid +Me, even me by Fate betrayed, +Who come, a suppliant, sore distressed, +One grace, O Hermit, to request. +No other hope or way I see: +No other refuge waits for me. +Oh, aid me in my fallen state, +And human will shall conquer Fate.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_57.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_57.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c5c22d7ff9f26cadbc334600229607dcf9490696 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_57.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +Canto LX. Trisanku's Ascension. + +Then Kuśik's son, by pity warmed, +Spoke sweetly to the king transformed: +“Hail! glory of Ikshvaku's line: +I know how bright thy virtues shine. +Dismiss thy fear, O noblest Chief, +For I myself will bring relief. +The holiest saints will I invite +To celebrate thy purposed rite: +So shall thy vow, O King, succeed, +And from thy cares shalt thou be freed. +Thou in the form which now thou hast, +Transfigured by the curse they cast,— +Yea, in the body, King, shalt flee, +Transported, where thou fain wouldst be. +O Lord of men, I ween that thou +Hast heaven within thy hand e'en now, +For very wisely hast thou done, +And refuge sought with Kuśik's son.” +Thus having said, the sage addressed +His sons, of men the holiest, +And bade the prudent saints whate'er +Was needed for the rite prepare. +The pupils he was wont to teach +He summoned next, and spoke this speech: +“Go bid Vaśishṭha'a sons appear, +And all the saints be gathered here. +And what they one and all reply +When summoned by this mandate high, +To me with faithful care report, +Omit no word and none distort.” +The pupils heard, and prompt obeyed, +To every side their way they made. +Then swift from every quarter sped +The sages in the Vedas read. +Back to that saint the envoys came, +Whose glory shone like burning flame, +And told him in their faithful speech +The answer that they bore from each: +“Submissive to thy word, O Seer, +The holy men are gathering here. +By all was meet obedience shown: +Mahodaya238 refused alone. +[pg 071] +And now, O Chief of hermits, hear +What answer, chilling us with fear, +Vaśishṭha's hundred sons returned, +Thick-speaking as with rage they burned: +“How will the Gods and saints partake +The offerings that the prince would make, +And he a vile and outcast thing, +His ministrant one born a king? +Can we, great Brahmans, eat his food, +And think to win beatitude, +By Viśvamitra purified?” +Thus sire and sons in scorn replied, +And as these bitter words they said, +Wild fury made their eyeballs red. +Their answer when the arch-hermit heard, +His tranquil eyes with rage were blurred; +Great fury in his bosom woke, +And thus unto the youths he spoke: +“Me, blameless me they dare to blame, +And disallow the righteous claim +My fierce austerities have earned: +To ashes be the sinners turned. +Caught in the noose of Fate shall they +To Yama's kingdom sink to-day. +Seven hundred times shall they be born +To wear the clothes the dead have worn. +Dregs of the dregs, too vile to hate, +The flesh of dogs their maws shall sate. +In hideous form, in loathsome weed, +A sad existence each shall lead. +Mahodaya too, the fool who fain +My stainless life would try to stain, +Stained in the world with long disgrace +Shall sink into a fowler's place. +Rejoicing guiltless blood to spill, +No pity through his breast shall thrill. +Cursed by my wrath for many a day, +His wretched life for sin shall pay.” +Thus, girt with hermit, saint, and priest, +Great Viśvamitra spoke—and ceased. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_58.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_58.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7d42e0915d60909fad9ff22a9b05003f3e87fc5c --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_58.txt @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +Canto LXI. Sunahsepha. + +So with ascetic might, in ire, +He smote the children and the sire. +Then Viśvamitra, far-renowned, +Addressed the saints who gathered round: +“See by my side Triśanku stand, +Ikshvaku's son, of liberal hand. +Most virtuous and gentle, he +Seeks refuge in his woe with me. +Now, holy men, with me unite, +And order so his purposed rite +That in the body he may rise +And win a mansion in the skies.” +They heard his speech with ready ear +And, every bosom filled with fear +Of Viśvamitra, wise and great, +Spoke each to each in brief debate: +“The breast of Kuśik's son, we know, +With furious wrath is quick to glow. +Whate'er the words he wills to say, +We must, be very sure, obey. +Fierce is our lord as fire, and straight +May curse us all infuriate. +So let us in these rites engage, +As ordered by the holy sage. +And with our best endeavour strive +That King Ikshvaku's son, alive, +In body to the skies may go +By his great might who wills it so.” +Then was the rite begun with care: +All requisites and means were there: +And glorious Viśvamitra lent +His willing aid as president. +And all the sacred rites were done +By rule and use, omitting none. +By chaplain-priest, the hymns who knew, +In decent form and order due. +Some time in sacrifice had past, +And Viśvamitra made, at last, +The solemn offering with the prayer +That all the Gods might come and share. +But the Immortals, one and all, +Refused to hear the hermit's call. +Then red with rage his eyeballs blazed: +The sacred ladle high he raised, +And cried to King Ikshvaku's son: +“Behold my power, by penance won: +Now by the might my merits lend, +Ikshvaku's child, to heaven ascend. +In living frame the skies attain, +Which mortals thus can scarcely gain. +My vows austere, so long endured, +Have, as I ween, some fruit assured. +Upon its virtue, King, rely, +And in thy body reach the sky.” +His speech had scarcely reached its close, +When, as he stood, the sovereign rose, +And mounted swiftly to the skies +Before the wondering hermits' eyes. +But Indra, when he saw the king +His blissful regions entering, +With all the army of the Blest +Thus cried unto the unbidden guest: +“With thy best speed, Triśanku, flee: +Here is no home prepared for thee. +By thy great master's curse brought low, +Go, falling headlong, earthward go.” +Thus by the Lord of Gods addressed, +Triśanku fell from fancied rest, +And screaming in his swift descent, +“O, save me, Hermit!” down he went. +And Viśvamitra heard his cry, +And marked him falling from the sky, +And giving all his passion sway, +Cried out in fury, “Stay, O stay!” +[pg 072] +By penance-power and holy lore, +Like Him who framed the worlds of yore, +Seven other saints he fixed on high +To star with light the southern sky. +Girt with his sages forth he went, +And southward in the firmament +New wreathed stars prepared to set +In many a sparkling coronet. +He threatened, blind with rage and hate, +Another Indra to create, +Or, from his throne the ruler hurled, +All Indraless to leave the world. +Yea, borne away by passion's storm, +The sage began new Gods to form. +But then each Titan, God, and saint, +Confused with terror, sick and faint, +To high souled Viśvamitra hied, +And with soft words to soothe him tried: +“Lord of high destiny, this king, +To whom his master's curses cling, +No heavenly home deserves to gain, +Unpurified from curse and stain.” +The son of Kuśik, undeterred, +The pleading of the Immortals heard, +And thus in haughty words expressed +The changeless purpose of his breast: +“Content ye, Gods: I soothly sware +Triśanku to the skies to bear +Clothed in his body, nor can I +My promise cancel or deny. +Embodied let the king ascend +To life in heaven that ne'er shall end. +And let these new-made stars of mine +Firm and secure for ever shine. +Let these, my work, remain secure +Long as the earth and heaven endure. +This, all ye Gods, I crave: do you +Allow the boon for which I sue.” +Then all the Gods their answer made: +“So be it, Saint, as thou hast prayed. +Beyond the sun's diurnal way +Thy countless stars in heaven shall stay: +And 'mid them hung, as one divine, +Head downward shall Triśanku shine; +And all thy stars shall ever fling +Their rays attendant on the king.”239 +The mighty saint, with glory crowned, +With all the sages compassed round, +Praised by the Gods, gave full assent, +And Gods and sages homeward went. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_59.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_59.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d0b16e5516ec10b00b9a74852a7872c0b1be62cc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_59.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto LXII. Ambarísha's Sacrifice. + +Then Viśvamitra, when the Blest +Had sought their homes of heavenly rest, +Thus, mighty Prince, his counsel laid +Before the dwellers of the shade: +“The southern land where now we are +Offers this check our rites to bar:240 +To other regions let us speed, +And ply our tasks from trouble freed. +Now turn we to the distant west. +To Pushkar's241 wood where hermits rest, +And there to rites austere apply, +For not a grove with that can vie.” +The saint, in glory's light arrayed, +In Pushkar's wood his dwelling made, +And living there on roots and fruit +Did penance stern and resolute. +The king who filled Ayodhya's throne, +By Ambarísha's name far known, +At that same time, it chanced, began +A sacrificial rite to plan. +But Indra took by force away +The charger that the king would slay. +The victim lost, the Brahman sped +To Ambarísha's side, and said: +“Gone is the steed, O King, and this +Is due to thee, in care remiss. +[pg 073] +Such heedless faults will kings destroy +Who fail to guard what they enjoy. +The flaw is desperate: we need +The charger, or a man to bleed. +Quick! bring a man if not the horse, +That so the rite may have its course.” +The glory of Ikshvaku's line +Made offer of a thousand kine, +And sought to buy at lordly price +A victim for the sacrifice. +To many a distant land he drove, +To many a people, town, and grove, +And holy shades where hermits rest, +Pursuing still his eager quest. +At length on Bhrigu's sacred height +The saint Richíka met his sight +Sitting beneath the holy boughs. +His children near him, and his spouse. +The mighty lord drew near, assayed +To win his grace, and reverence paid; +And then the sainted king addressed +The Brahman saint with this request: +“Bought with a hundred thousand kine, +Give me, O Sage, a son of thine +To be a victim in the rite, +And thanks the favour shall requite. +For I have roamed all countries round, +Nor sacrificial victim found. +Then, gentle Hermit, deign to spare +One child amid the number there.” +Then to the monarch's speech replied +The hermit, penance-glorified: +“For countless kine, for hills of gold, +Mine eldest son shall ne'er be sold.” +But, when she heard the saint's reply, +The children's mother, standing nigh, +Words such as these in answer said +To Ambarísha, monarch dread: +“My lord, the saint, has spoken well: +His eldest child he will not sell. +And know, great Monarch, that above +The rest my youngest born I love. +'Tis ever thus: the father's joy +Is centred in his eldest boy. +The mother loves her darling best +Whom last she rocked upon her breast: +My youngest I will ne'er forsake.” +As thus the sire and mother spake, +Young Śunahśepha, of the three +The midmost, cried unurged and free: +“My sire withholds his eldest son, +My mother keeps her youngest one: +Then take me with thee, King: I ween +The son is sold who comes between.” +The king with joy his home resought, +And took the prize his kine had bought. +He bade the youth his car ascend, +And hastened back the rites to end.242 \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_6.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_6.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..20ee04f2951e64ee0f0eac55ba72a3ab7750034d --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_6.txt @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +Canto VII. The Ministers. + +There reigned a king of name revered, +To country and to town endeared, +Great Daśaratha, good and sage, +Well read in Scripture's holy page: +[pg 013] +Upon his kingdom's weal intent, +Mighty and brave and provident; +The pride of old Ikshvaku's seed +For lofty thought and righteous deed. +Peer of the saints, for virtues famed, +For foes subdued and passions tamed: +A rival in his wealth untold +Of Indra and the Lord of Gold. +Like Manu first of kings, he reigned, +And worthily his state maintained. +For firm and just and ever true +Love, duty, gain he kept in view, +And ruled his city rich and free, +Like Indra's Amaravatí. +And worthy of so fair a place +There dwelt a just and happy race +With troops of children blest. +Each man contented sought no more, +Nor longed with envy for the store +By richer friends possessed. +For poverty was there unknown, +And each man counted as his own +Kine, steeds, and gold, and grain. +All dressed in raiment bright and clean, +And every townsman might be seen +With earrings, wreath, or chain. +None deigned to feed on broken fare, +And none was false or stingy there. +A piece of gold, the smallest pay, +Was earned by labour for a day. +On every arm were bracelets worn, +And none was faithless or forsworn, +A braggart or unkind. +None lived upon another's wealth, +None pined with dread or broken health, +Or dark disease of mind. +High-souled were all. The slanderous word, +The boastful lie, were never heard. +Each man was constant to his vows, +And lived devoted to his spouse. +No other love his fancy knew, +And she was tender, kind, and true. +Her dames were fair of form and face, +With charm of wit and gentle grace, +With modest raiment simply neat, +And winning manners soft and sweet. +The twice-born sages, whose delight +Was Scripture's page and holy rite, +Their calm and settled course pursued, +Nor sought the menial multitude. +In many a Scripture each was versed, +And each the flame of worship nursed, +And gave with lavish hand. +Each paid to Heaven the offerings due, +And none was godless or untrue +In all that holy band. +To Brahmans, as the laws ordain, +The Warrior caste were ever fain +The reverence due to pay; +And these the Vaiśyas' peaceful crowd, +Who trade and toil for gain, were proud +To honour and obey; +And all were by the Śúdras70 served, +Who never from their duty swerved, +Their proper worship all addressed +To Brahman, spirits, God, and guest. +Pure and unmixt their rites remained, +Their race's honour ne'er was stained.71 +Cheered by his grandsons, sons, and wife, +Each passed a long and happy life. +Thus was that famous city held +By one who all his race excelled, +Blest in his gentle reign, +As the whole land aforetime swayed +By Manu, prince of men, obeyed +Her king from main to main. +And heroes kept her, strong and brave, +As lions guard their mountain cave: +Fierce as devouring flame they burned, +And fought till death, but never turned. +Horses had she of noblest breed, +Like Indra's for their form and speed, +From Vahlí's72 hills and Sindhu's73 sand, +Vanayu74 and Kamboja's land.75 +[pg 014] +Her noble elephants had strayed +Through Vindhyan and Himalayan shade, +Gigantic in their bulk and height, +Yet gentle in their matchless might. +They rivalled well the world-spread fame +Of the great stock from which they came, +Of Vaman, vast of size, +Of Mahapadma's glorious line, +Thine, Anjan, and, Airavat, thine.76 +Upholders of the skies. +With those, enrolled in fourfold class, +Who all their mighty kin surpass, +Whom men Matangas name, +And Mrigas spotted black and white, +And Bhadras of unwearied might, +And Mandras hard to tame.77 +Thus, worthy of the name she bore,78 +Ayodhya for a league or more +Cast a bright glory round, +Where Daśaratha wise and great +Governed his fair ancestral state, +With every virtue crowned. +Like Indra in the skies he reigned +In that good town whose wall contained +High domes and turrets proud, +With gates and arcs of triumph decked, +And sturdy barriers to protect +Her gay and countless crowd. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_60.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_60.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9ea4f7ebf4f425a6012c21816020ef4c4d7a30e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_60.txt @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ +Canto LXIII. Menaka. + +As thus the king that youth conveyed, +His weary steeds at length he stayed +At height of noon their rest to take +Upon the bank of Pushkar's lake. +There while the king enjoyed repose +The captive Śunahśepha rose, +And hasting to the water's side +His uncle Viśvamitra spied, +With many a hermit 'neath the trees +Engaged in stern austerities. +Distracted with the toil and thirst, +With woeful mien, away he burst, +Swift to the hermit's breast he flew, +And weeping thus began to sue: +“No sire have I, no mother dear, +No kith or kin my heart to cheer: +As justice bids, O Hermit, deign +To save me from the threatened pain. +O thou to whom the wretched flee, +And find a saviour, Saint, in thee, +Now let the king obtain his will, +And me my length of days fulfil, +That rites austere I too may share, +May rise to heaven and rest me there. +With tender soul and gentle brow +Be guardian of the orphan thou, +And as a father pities, so +Preserve me from my fear and woe.” +When Viśvamitra, glorious saint, +Had heard the boy's heart-rending plaint. +He soothed his grief, his tears he dried, +[pg 074] +Then called his sons to him, and cried: +“The time is come for you to show +The duty and the aid bestow +For which, regarding future life, +A man gives children to his wife. +This hermit's son, whom here you see +A suppliant, refuge seeks with me. +O sons, the friendless youth befriend, +And, pleasing me, his life defend. +For holy works you all have wrought, +True to the virtuous life I taught. +Go, and as victims doomed to bleed, +Die, and Lord Agni's hunger feed. +So shall the rite completed end, +This orphan gain a saving friend, +Due offerings to the Gods be paid, +And your own father's voice obeyed.” +Then Madhushyand and all the rest +Answered their sire with scorn and jest: +“What! aid to others' sons afford, +And leave thine own to die, my lord! +To us it seems a horrid deed, +As 'twere on one's own flesh to feed.” +The hermit heard his sons' reply, +And burning rage inflamed his eye. +Then forth his words of fury burst: +“Audacious speech, by virtue cursed! +It lifts on end each shuddering hair— +My charge to scorn! my wrath to dare! +You, like Vaśishṭha's evil brood, +Shall make the flesh of dogs your food +A thousand years in many a birth, +And punished thus shall dwell on earth.” +Thus on his sons his curse he laid. +Then calmed again that youth dismayed, +And blessed him with his saving aid: +“When in the sacred fetters bound, +And with a purple garland crowned, +At Vishnu's post thou standest tied, +With lauds be Agni glorified. +And these two hymns of holy praise +Forget not, Hermit's son, to raise +In the king's rite, and thou shalt be +Lord of thy wish, preserved, and free.” +He learnt the hymns with mind intent, +And from the hermit's presence went. +To Ambarísha thus he spake: +“Let us our onward journey take. +Haste to thy home, O King, nor stay +The lustral rites with slow delay.” +The boy's address the monarch cheered, +And soon the sacred ground he neared. +The convocation's high decree +Declared the youth from blemish free; +Clothed in red raiment he was tied +A victim at the pillar's side. +There bound, the Fire-God's hymn he raised, +And Indra and Upendra praised. +Thousand-eyed Vishnu, pleased to hear +The mystic laud, inclined his ear, +And won by worship, swift to save, +Long life to Śunahśepha gave. +The king in bounteous measure gained +The fruit of sacrifice ordained, +By grace of Him who rules the skies, +Lord Indra of the thousand eyes. +And Viśvamitra evermore. +Pursued his task on Pushkar's shore +Until a thousand years had past +In fierce austerity and fast. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_61.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_61.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..752468d652e9df338d18e312a588ad780ff1a2c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_61.txt @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +Canto LXIV. Rambha. + +A thousand years had thus flown by +When all the Gods within the sky, +Eager that he the fruit might gain +Of fervent rite and holy pain, +Approached the great ascetic, now +Bathed after toil and ended vow. +Then Brahma speaking for the rest +With sweetest words the sage addressed: +“Hail, Saint! This high and holy name +Thy rites have won, thy merits claim.” +Thus spoke the Lord whom Gods revere, +And sought again his heavenly sphere. +But Viśvamitra, more intent, +His mind to sterner penance bent. +So many a season rolled away, +When Menaka, fair nymph, one day +Came down from Paradise to lave +Her perfect limbs in Pushkar's wave, +The glorious son of Kuśik saw +That peerless shape without a flaw +Flash through the flood's translucent shroud +Like lightning gleaming through a cloud. +He saw her in that lone retreat, +Most beautiful from head to feet, +And by Kandarpa's243 might subdued +He thus addressed her as he viewed: +“Welcome, sweet nymph! O deign, I pray, +In these calm shades awhile to stay. +To me some gracious favour show, +For love has set my breast aglow.” +He spoke. The fairest of the fair +Made for awhile her dwelling there, +While day by day the wild delight +Stayed vow austere and fervent rite +There as the winsome charmer wove +Her spells around him in the grove, +And bound him in a golden chain, +Five sweet years fled, and five again. +Then Viśvamitra woke to shame, +And, fraught with anguish, memory came +For quick he knew, with anger fired, +That all the Immortals had conspired +[pg 075] +To lap his careless soul in ease, +And mar his long austerities. +“Ten years have past, each day and night +Unheeded in delusive flight. +So long my fervent rites were stayed, +While thus I lay by love betrayed.” +As thus long sighs the hermit heaved, +And, touched with deep repentance, grieved, +He saw the fair one standing nigh +With suppliant hands and trembling eye. +With gentle words he bade her go, +Then sought the northern hills of snow. +With firm resolve he vowed to beat +The might of love beneath his feet. +Still northward to the distant side +Of Kauśikí244, the hermit hide, +And gave his life to penance there +With rites austere most hard to bear. +A thousand years went by, and still +He laboured on the northern hill +With pains so terrible and drear +That all the Gods were chilled with fear, +And Gods and saints, for swift advice, +Met in the halls of Paradise. +“Let Kuśik's son,” they counselled, “be +A Mighty saint by just decree.” +His ear to hear their counsel lent +The Sire of worlds, omnipotent. +To him enriched by rites severe +He spoke in accents sweet to hear: +“Hail, Mighty Saint! dear son, all hail! +Thy fervour wins, thy toils prevail. +Won by thy vows and zeal intense +I give this high preëminence.” +He to the General Sire replied, +Not sad, nor wholly satisfied: +“When thou, O Brahma, shalt declare +The title, great beyond compare, +Of Brahman saint my worthy meed, +Hard earned by many a holy deed, +Then may I deem in sooth I hold +Each sense of body well controlled.” +Then Brahma cried, “Not yet, not yet: +Toil on awhile O Anchoret!” +Thus having said to heaven he went, +The saint, upon his task intent, +Began his labours to renew, +Which sterner yet and fiercer grew. +His arms upraised, without a rest, +With but one foot the earth he pressed; +The air his food, the hermit stood +Still as a pillar hewn from wood. +Around him in the summer days +Five mighty fires combined to blaze. +In floods of rain no veil was spread +Save clouds, to canopy his head. +In the dank dews both night and day +Couched in the stream the hermit lay. +Thus, till a thousand years had fled, +He plied his task of penance dread. +Then Vishnu and the Gods with awe +The labours of the hermit saw, +And Śakra, in his troubled breast, +Lord of the skies, his fear confessed. +And brooded on a plan to spoil +The merits of the hermit's toil. +Encompassed by his Gods of Storm +He summoned Rambha, fair of form, +And spoke a speech for woe and weal, +The saint to mar, the God to heal. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_62.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_62.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4ffadeab3ff9dcabda33fc465362ae4c9b369b66 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_62.txt @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +Canto LXV. Visvamitra's Triumph + +“A great emprise, O lovely maid, +To save the Gods, awaits thine aid: +To bind the son of Kuśik sure, +And take his soul with love's sweet lure.” +Thus order'd by the Thousand-eyed +The suppliant nymph in fear replied: +“O Lord of Gods, this mighty sage +Is very fierce and swift to rage. +I doubt not, he so dread and stern +On me his scorching wrath will turn. +Of this, my lord, am I afraid: +Have mercy on a timid maid.” +Her suppliant hands began to shake, +When thus again Lord Indra spake: +“O Rambha, drive thy fears away, +And as I bid do thou obey. +In Koïl's form, who takes the heart +When trees in spring to blossom start, +I, with Kandarpa for my friend, +Close to thy side mine aid will lend. +[pg 076] +Do thou thy beauteous splendour arm +With every grace and winsome charm, +And from his awful rites seduce +This Kuśik's son, the stern recluse.” +Lord Indra ceased. The nymph obeyed: +In all her loveliest charms arrayed, +With winning ways and witching smile +She sought the hermit to beguile. +The sweet note of that tuneful bird +The saint with ravished bosom heard, +And on his heart a rapture passed +As on the nymph a look he cast. +But when he heard the bird prolong +His sweet incomparable song, +And saw the nymph with winning smile, +The hermit's heart perceived the wile. +And straight he knew the Thousand-eyed +A plot against his peace had tried. +Then Kuśik's son indignant laid +His curse upon the heavenly maid: +“Because thou wouldst my soul engage +Who fight to conquer love and rage, +Stand, till ten thousand years have flown, +Ill-fated maid, transformed to stone. +A Brahman then, in glory strong, +Mighty through penance stern and long, +Shall free thee from thine altered shape; +Thou from my curse shalt then escape.” +But when the saint had cursed her so, +His breast was burnt with fires of woe, +Grieved that long effort to restrain +His mighty wrath was all in vain. +Cursed by the angry sage's power, +She stood in stone that selfsame hour. +Kandarpa heard the words he said, +And quickly from his presence fled. +His fall beneath his passion's sway +Had reft the hermit's meed away. +Unconquered yet his secret foes, +The humbled saint refused repose: +“No more shall rage my bosom till, +Sealed be my lips, my tongue be still. +My very breath henceforth I hold +Until a thousand years are told: +Victorious o'er each erring sense, +I'll dry my frame with abstinence, +Until by penance duly done +A Brahman's rank be bought and won. +For countless years, as still as death, +I taste no food, I draw no breath, +And as I toil my frame shall stand +Unharmed by time's destroying hand.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_63.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_63.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1503ff74f40f9a1bec762c53eafe894f0a796bd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_63.txt @@ -0,0 +1,149 @@ +Canto LXVI. Janak's Speech. + +Then from Himalaya's heights of snow, +The glorious saint prepared to go, +And dwelling in the distant east +His penance and his toil increased. +A thousand years his lips he held +Closed by a vow unparalleled, +And other marvels passing thought, +Unrivalled in the world, he wrought. +In all the thousand years his frame +Dry as a log of wood became. +By many a cross and check beset, +Rage had not stormed his bosom yet. +With iron will that naught could bend +He plied his labour till the end. +So when the weary years were o'er, +Freed from his vow so stern and sore, +The hermit, all his penance sped, +Sate down to eat his meal of bread. +Then Indra, clad in Brahman guise, +Asked him for food with hungry eyes. +The mighty saint, with steadfast soul, +To the false Brahman gave the whole, +And when no scrap for him remained, +Fasting and faint, from speech refrained. +His silent vow he would not break: +No breath he heaved, no word he spake, +Then as he checked his breath, behold! +Around his brow thick smoke-clouds rolled +And the three worlds, as if o'erspread +With ravening flames, were filled with dread. +Then God and saint and bard, convened, +And Naga lord, and snake, and fiend, +Thus to the General Father cried, +Distracted, sad, and terrified: +“Against the hermit, sore assailed, +Lure, scathe, and scorn have naught availed, +Proof against rage and treacherous art +He keeps his vow with constant heart. +Now if his toils assist him naught +To gain the boon his soul has sought, +He through the worlds will ruin send +That fixt and moving things shall end, +The regions now are dark with doom, +No friendly ray relieves the gloom. +Each ocean foams with maddened tide, +The shrinking hills in fear subside. +Trembles the earth with feverous throe +The wind in fitful tempest blows. +No cure we see with troubled eyes: +And atheist brood on earth may rise. +The triple world is wild with care, +Or spiritless in dull despair. +Before that saint the sun is dim, +His blessed light eclipsed by him. +Now ere the saint resolve to bring +Destruction on each living thing, +Let us appease, while yet we may, +Him bright as fire, like fire to slay. +Yea, as the fiery flood of Fate +Lays all creation desolate, +He o'er the conquered Gods may reign: +O, grant him what he longs to gain.” +[pg 077] +Then all the Blest, by Brahma led, +Approached the saint and sweetly said: +“Hail, Brahman Saint! for such thy place: +Thy vows austere have won our grace. +A Brahman's rank thy penance stern +And ceaseless labour richly earn. +I with the Gods of Storm decree +Long life, O Brahman Saint, to thee. +May peace and joy thy soul possess: +Go where thou wilt in happiness.” +Thus by the General Sire addressed, +Joy and high triumph filled his breast. +His head in adoration bowed, +Thus spoke he to the Immortal crowd: +“If I, ye Gods, have gained at last +Both length of days and Brahman caste, +Grant that the high mysterious name, +And holy Vedas, own my claim, +And that the formula to bless +The sacrifice, its lord confess. +And let Vaśishṭha, who excels +In Warriors' art and mystic spells, +In love of God without a peer, +Confirm the boon you promise here.” +With Brahma's son Vaśishṭha, best +Of those who pray with voice repressed, +The Gods by earnest prayer prevailed, +And thus his new-made friend he hailed: +“Thy title now is sure and good +To rights of saintly Brahmanhood.” +Thus spake the sage. The Gods, content, +Back to their heavenly mansions went. +And Viśvamitra, pious-souled, +Among the Brahman saints enrolled, +On reverend Vaśishṭha pressed +The honours due to holy guest. +Successful in his high pursuit, +The sage, in penance resolute, +Walked in his pilgrim wanderings o'er +The whole broad land from shore to shore. +'Twas thus the saint, O Raghu's son, +His rank among the Brahmans won. +Best of all hermits, Prince, is he; +In him incarnate Penance see. +Friend of the right, who shrinks from ill, +Heroic powers attend him still.” +The Brahman, versed in ancient lore, +Thus closed his tale, and said no more, +To Śatananda Kuśik's son +Cried in delight, Well done! well done! +Then Janak, at the tale amazed, +Spoke thus with suppliant hands upraised: +“High fate is mine, O Sage, I deem, +And thanks I owe for bliss supreme, +That thou and Raghu's children too +Have come my sacrifice to view. +To look on thee with blessed eyes +Exalts my soul and purifies. +Yea, thus to see thee face to face +Enriches me with store of grace. +Thy holy labours wrought of old, +And mighty penance, fully told, +Rama and I with great delight +Have heard, O glorious Anchorite. +Unrivalled thine ascetic deeds: +Thy might, O Saint, all might exceeds. +No thought may scan, no limit bound +The virtues that in thee are found. +The story of thy wondrous fate +My thirsty ears can never sate. +The hour of evening rites is near: +The sun declines in swift career. +At early dawn, O Hermit, deign +To let me see thy face again. +Best of ascetics, part in bliss: +Do thou thy servant now dismiss.” +The saint approved, and glad and kind +Dismissed the king with joyful mind +Around the sage King Janak went +With priests and kinsmen reverent. +Then Viśvamitra, honoured so, +By those high-minded, rose to go, +And with the princes took his way +To seek the lodging where they lay. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_64.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_64.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0a2724b48b658e60f3a348fadcd5dd75e65a5dad --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_64.txt @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +Canto LXVII. The Breaking Of The Bow. + +With cloudless lustre rose the sun; +The king, his morning worship done, +Ordered his heralds to invite +The princes and the anchorite. +With honour, as the laws decree, +The monarch entertained the three. +Then to the youths and saintly man +Videha's lord this speech began: +“O blameless Saint, most welcome thou! +If I may please thee tell me how. +Speak, mighty lord, whom all revere, +'Tis thine to order, mine to hear.” +Thus he on mighty thoughts intent; +Then thus the sage most eloquent: +“King Daśaratha's sons, this pair +Of warriors famous everywhere, +Are come that best of bows to see +That lies a treasure stored by thee. +This, mighty Janak, deign to show, +That they may look upon the bow, +And then, contented, homeward go.” +Then royal Janak spoke in turn: +“O best of Saints, the story learn +Why this famed bow, a noble prize, +A treasure in my palace lies. +A monarch, Devarat by name, +Who sixth from ancient Nimi came, +Held it as ruler of the land, +A pledge in his successive hand. +This bow the mighty Rudra bore +[pg 078] +At Daksha's245 sacrifice of yore, +When carnage of the Immortals stained +The rite that Daksha had ordained. +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.” +The Sons of Heaven, in wild alarm, +Soft flatteries tried his rage to charm. +Then Bhava, Lord whom Gods adore, +Grew kind and friendly as before, +And every torn and mangled limb +Was safe and sound restored by him. +Thenceforth this bow, the gem of bows, +That freed the God of Gods from foes, +Stored by our great forefathers lay +A treasure and a pride for aye. +Once, as it chanced, I ploughed the ground, +When sudden, 'neath the share was found +An infant springing from the earth, +Named Síta from her secret birth.246 +In strength and grace the maiden grew, +My cherished daughter, fair to view. +I vowed her, of no mortal birth, +Meet prize for noblest hero's worth. +In strength and grace the maiden grew, +And many a monarch came to woo. +To all the princely suitors I +Gave, mighty Saint, the same reply: +“I give not thus my daughter, she +Prize of heroic worth shall be.247 +To Míthila the suitors pressed +Their power and might to manifest. +To all who came with hearts aglow +I offered Śiva's wondrous bow. +Not one of all the royal band +Could raise or take the bow in hand. +The suitors' puny might I spurned, +And back the feeble princes turned. +Enraged thereat, the warriors met, +With force combined my town beset. +Stung to the heart with scorn and shame, +With war and threats they madly came, +Besieged my peaceful walls, and long +To Míthila did grievous wrong. +There, wasting all, a year they lay, +And brought my treasures to decay, +Filling my soul, O Hermit chief, +With bitter woe and hopeless grief. +At last by long-wrought penance I +Won favour with the Gods on high, +Who with my labours well content +A four-fold host to aid me sent. +Then swift the baffled heroes fled +To all the winds discomfited— +Wrong-doers, with their lords and host, +And all their valour's idle boast. +This heavenly bow, exceeding bright, +These youths shall see, O Anchorite. +Then if young Rama's hand can string +The bow that baffled lord and king, +To him I give, as I have sworn, +My Síta, not of woman born.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_65.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_65.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5a9a80bc2855338576ff8a76633fe0d718255a84 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_65.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto LXVIII. The Envoys' Speech. + +Then spoke again the great recluse: +“This mighty bow, O King, produce.” +King Janak, at the saint's request, +This order to his train addressed: +“Let the great bow be hither borne, +Which flowery wreaths and scents adorn.” +Soon as the monarch's words were said, +His servants to the city sped, +Five thousand youths in number, all +Of manly strength and stature tall, +The ponderous eight-wheeled chest that held +The heavenly bow, with toil propelled. +At length they brought that iron chest, +And thus the godlike king addressed: +“This best of bows, O lord, we bring, +Respected by each chief and king, +And place it for these youths to see, +If, Sovereign, such thy pleasure be.” +With suppliant palm to palm applied +King Janak to the strangers cried: +“This gem of bows, O Brahman Sage, +Our race has prized from age to age, +Too strong for those who yet have reigned, +Though great in might each nerve they strained. +[pg 079] +Titan and fiend its strength defies, +God, spirit, minstrel of the skies. +And bard above and snake below +Are baffled by this glorious bow. +Then how may human prowess hope +With such a bow as this to cope? +What man with valour's choicest gift +This bow can draw, or string, or lift? +Yet let the princes, holy Seer, +Behold it: it is present here.” +Then spoke the hermit pious-souled: +“Rama, dear son, the bow behold.” +Then Rama at his word unclosed +The chest wherein its might reposed, +Thus crying, as he viewed it: “Lo! +I lay mine hand upon the bow: +May happy luck my hope attend +Its heavenly strength to lift or bend.” +“Good luck be thine,” the hermit cried: +“Assay the task!” the king replied. +Then Raghu's son, as if in sport, +Before the thousands of the court, +The weapon by the middle raised +That all the crowd in wonder gazed. +With steady arm the string he drew +Till burst the mighty bow in two. +As snapped the bow, an awful clang, +Loud as the shriek of tempests, rang. +The earth, affrighted, shook amain +As when a hill is rent in twain. +Then, senseless at the fearful sound, +The people fell upon the ground: +None save the king, the princely pair, +And the great saint, the shock could bear. +When woke to sense the stricken train, +And Janak's soul was calm again, +With suppliant hands and reverent head, +These words, most eloquent, he said: +“O Saint, Prince Rama stands alone: +His peerless might he well has shown. +A marvel has the hero wrought +Beyond belief, surpassing thought. +My child, to royal Rama wed, +New glory on our line will shed: +And true my promise will remain +That hero's worth the bride should gain. +Dearer to me than light and life, +My Síta shall be Rama's wife. +If thou, O Brahman, leave concede, +My counsellors, with eager speed, +Borne in their flying cars, to fair +Ayodhya's town the news shall bear, +With courteous message to entreat +The king to grace my royal seat. +This to the monarch shall they tell, +The bride is his who won her well: +And his two sons are resting here +Protected by the holy seer. +So, at his pleasure, let them lead +The sovereign to my town with speed.” +The hermit to his prayer inclined +And Janak, lord of virtuous mind, +With charges, to Ayodhya sent +His ministers: and forth they went. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_66.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_66.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5ad68ede26a026783e6fba02bf173371a29dbab6 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_66.txt @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +Canto LXIX. Dasaratha's Visit. + +Three nights upon the road they passed +To rest the steeds that bore them fast, +And reached Ayodhya's town at last. +Then straight at Daśaratha's call +They stood within the royal hall, +Where, like a God, inspiring awe, +The venerable king they saw. +With suppliant palm to palm applied, +And all their terror laid aside, +They spoke to him upon the throne +With modest words, in gentle tone: +“Janak, Videha's king, O Sire, +Has sent us hither to inquire +The health of thee his friend most dear, +Of all thy priests and every peer. +Next Kuśik's son consenting, thus +King Janak speaks, dread liege, by us: +“I made a promise and decree +That valour's prize my child should be. +Kings, worthless found in worth's assay, +With mien dejected turned away. +Thy sons, by Viśvamitra led, +Unurged, my city visited, +And peerless in their might have gained +My daughter, as my vow ordained. +Full in a vast assembly's view +Thy hero Rama broke in two +The gem of bows, of monstrous size, +That came a treasure from the skies. +Ordained the prize of hero's might, +Síta my child is his by right. +Fain would I keep my promise made, +If thou, O King, approve and aid. +Come to my town thy son to see: +Bring holy guide and priest with thee. +O lord of kings, my suit allow, +And let me keep my promised vow. +So joying for thy children's sake +Their triumph too shalt thou partake, +With Viśvamitra's high consent.” +Such words with friendship eloquent +Spoke Janak, fair Videha's king, +By Śatananda's counselling.” +The envoys thus the king addressed, +And mighty joy his heart possessed. +To Vamadeva quick he cried, +Vaśishṭha, and his lords beside: +“Lakshman, and he, my princely boy +Who fills Kauśalya's soul with joy, +By Viśvamitra guarded well +Among the good Videhans dwell. +[pg 080] +Their ruler Janak, prompt to own +The peerless might my child has shown, +To him would knit in holy ties +His daughter, valour's lovely prize. +If Janak's plan seem good to you, +Come, speed we to his city too, +Nor let occasion idly by.” +He ceased. There came a glad reply +From priest and mighty saint and all +The councillors who thronged the hall. +Then cried the king with joyous heart: +“To-morrow let us all depart.” +That night the envoys entertained +With honour and all care remained. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_67.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_67.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3badb15836696af06b9a98385286042c45384ae5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_67.txt @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +Canto LXX. The Maidens Sought. + +Soon as the shades of night had fled, +Thus to the wise Sumantra said +The happy king, while priest and peer, +Each in his place, were standing near: +“Let all my treasurers to-day, +Set foremost in the long array, +With gold and precious gems supplied +In bounteous store, together ride. +And send you out a mighty force, +Foot, chariot, elephant, and horse. +Besides, let many a car of state, +And noblest steeds, my will await. +Vaśishṭha, Vamadeva sage, +And Markandeya's reverend age, +Javali, Kaśyap's godlike seed, +And wise Katyayana, shall lead. +Thy care, Sumantra, let it be +To yoke a chariot now for me, +That so we part without delay: +These envoys hasten me away.” +So fared he forth. That host, with speed, +Quadruple, as the king decreed, +With priests to head the bright array, +Followed the monarch on his way. +Four days they travelled on the road, +And eve Videha's kingdom showed. +Janak had left his royal seat +The venerable king to greet, +And, noblest, with these words addressed +That noblest lord, his happy guest: +“Hail, best of kings: a blessed fate +Has led thee, Monarch, to my state. +Thy sons, supreme in high emprise, +Will gladden now their father's eyes. +And high my fate, that hither leads +Vaśishṭha, bright with holy deeds, +Girt with these sages far-renowned, +Like Indra with the Gods around. +Joy! joy! for vanquished are my foes: +Joy! for my house in glory grows, +With Raghu's noblest sons allied, +Supreme in strength and valour's pride. +To-morrow with its early light +Will shine on my completed rite. +Then, sanctioned by the saints and thee, +The marriage of thy Rama see.” +Then Daśaratha, best of those +Whose speech in graceful order flows, +With gathered saints on every side, +Thus to the lord of earth replied: +“A truth is this I long have known, +A favour is the giver's own. +What thou shalt bid, O good and true, +We, as our power permits, will do.” +That answer of the truthful lord, +With virtuous worth and honour stored, +Janak, Videha's noble king, +Heard gladly, greatly marvelling. +With bosoms filled with pleasure met +Long-parted saint and anchoret, +And linked in friendship's tie they spent +The peaceful night in great content. +Rama and Lakshman thither sped, +By sainted Viśvamitra led, +And bent in filial love to greet +Their father, and embraced his feet. +The aged king, rejoiced to hear +And see again his children dear, +Honoured by Janak's thoughtful care, +With great enjoyment rested there. +King Janak, with attentive heed, +Consulted first his daughters' need, +And ordered all to speed the rite; +Then rested also for the night. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_68.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_68.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fea0ae0802620250c95c392fc62c81ab794e9e7f --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_68.txt @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +Canto LXXI. Janak's Pedigree. + +Then with the morn's returning sun. +King Janak, when his rites were done, +Skilled all the charms of speech to know, +Spoke to wise Śatananda so: +“My brother, lord of glorious fame, +My younger, Kuśadhwaj by name, +Whose virtuous life has won renown, +Has settled in a lovely town, +Sankaśya, decked with grace divine, +Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, +While Ikshumatí rolls her wave +Her lofty rampart's foot to lave. +Him, holy priest, I long to see: +The guardian of my rite is he: +That my dear brother may not miss +A share of mine expected bliss.” +Thus in the presence of the priest +The royal Janak spoke, and ceased. +Then came his henchmen, prompt and brave, +[pg 081] +To whom his charge the monarch gave. +Soon as they heard his will, in haste +With fleetest steeds away they raced, +To lead with them that lord of kings, +As Indra's call Lord Vishnu brings. +Sankaśya's walls they duly gained, +And audience of the king obtained. +To him they told the news they brought +Of marvels past and Janak's thought. +Soon as the king the story knew +From those good envoys swift and true, +To Janak's wish he gave assent, +And swift to Míthila he went. +He paid to Janak reverence due, +And holy Śatananda too, +Then sate him on a glorious seat +For kings or Gods celestial meet. +Soon as the brothers, noble pair +Peerless in might, were seated there, +They gave the wise Sudaman, best +Of councillors, their high behest: +“Go, noble councillor,” they cried, +“And hither to our presence guide +Ikshvaku's son, Ayodhya's lord, +Invincible by foeman's sword, +With both his sons, each holy seer, +And every minister and peer.” +Sudaman to the palace flew, +And saw the mighty king who threw +Splendour on Raghu's splendid race, +Then bowed his head with seemly grace: +“O King, whose hand Ayodhya sways, +My lord, whom Míthila obeys, +Yearns with desire, if thou agree, +Thee with thy guide and priest to see.” +Soon as the councillor had ceased, +The king, with saint and peer and priest, +Sought, speeding through the palace gate, +The hall where Janak held his state. +There, with his nobles round him spread, +Thus to Videha's lord be said: +“Thou knowest, King, whose aid divine +Protects Ikshvaku's royal line. +In every need, whate'er befall, +The saint Vaśishṭha speaks for all. +If Viśvamitra so allow, +And all the saints around me now, +The sage will speak, at my desire, +As order and the truth require.” +Soon as the king his lips had stilled, +Up rose Vaśishṭha, speaker skilled. +And to Videha's lord began +In flowing words that holy man: +“From viewless Nature Brahma rose, +No change, no end, no waste he knows. +A son had he Maríchi styled, +And Kaśyap was Maríchi's child. +From him Vivasvat sprang: from him +Manu whose fame shall ne'er be dim. +Manu, who life to mortals gave, +Begot Ikshvaku good and brave. +First of Ayodhya's kings was he, +Pride of her famous dynasty. +From him the glorious Kukshi sprang, +Whose fame through all the regions rang. +Rival of Kukshi's ancient fame, +His heir, the great Vikukshi, came, +His son was Vana, lord of might; +His Anaranya, strong to fight. +His son was Prithu, glorious name; +From him the good Triśanku came. +He left a son renowned afar, +Known by the name of Dhundhumar. +His son, who drove the mighty car, +Was Yuvanaśva, feared in war. +He passed away. Him followed then +His son Mandhata, king of men. +His son was blest in high emprise, +Susandhi, fortunate and wise. +Two noble sons had he, to wit +Dhruvasandhi and Prasenajit. +Bharat was Dhruvasandhi's son, +And glorious fame that monarch won. +The warrior Asit he begot. +Asit had warfare, fierce and hot, +With rival kings in many a spot, +Haihayas, Talajanghas styled, +And Śaśivindus, strong and wild. +Long time he strove, but forced to yield +Fled from his kingdom and the field. +With his two wives away he fled +Where high Himalaya lifts his head, +And, all his wealth and glory past, +He paid the dues of Fate at last. +The wives he left had both conceived— +So is the ancient tale believed— +One, of her rival's hopes afraid +Fell poison in her viands laid. +It chanced that Chyavan, Bhrigu's child, +Had wandered to that pathless wild, +And there Himalaya's lovely height +Detained him with a strange delight. +There came the other widowed queen, +With lotus eyes and beauteous mien, +Longing a noble son to bear, +And wooed the saint with earnest prayer. +When thus Kalindi,248 fairest dame, +With reverent supplication came, +To her the holy sage replied: +“Born with the poison from thy side, +O happy Queen, shall spring ere long +An infant fortunate and strong. +Then weep no more, and check thy sighs, +Sweet lady of the lotus eyes.” +The queen, who loved her perished lord, +For meet reply, the saint adored, +And, of her husband long bereaved, +She bore a son by him conceived. +Because her rival mixed the bane +[pg 082] +To render her conception vain, +And fruit unripened to destroy, +Sagar249 she called her darling boy. +To Sagar Asamanj was heir: +Bright Anśuman his consort bare. +Anśuman's son, Dilípa famed, +Begot a son Bhagírath named. +From him the great Kakutstha rose: +From him came Raghu, feared by foes, +Of him sprang Purushadak bold, +Fierce hero of gigantic mould: +Kalmashapada's name he bore, +Because his feet were spotted o'er.250 +From him came Śankan, and from him +Sudarśan, fair in face and limb. +From beautiful Sudarśan came +Prince Agnivarna, bright as flame. +His son was Śíghraga, for speed +Unmatched; and Maru was his seed. +Praśuśruka was Maru's child; +His son was Ambarísha styled. +Nahush was Ambarísha's heir, +The mighty lord of regions fair: +Nahush begot Yayati: he, +Nabhag of happy destiny. +Son of Nabhag was Aja: his, +The glorious Daśaratha is, +Whose noble children boast to be +Rama and Lakshman, whom we see. +Thus do those kings of purest race +Their lineage from Ikshvaku trace: +Their hero lives the right maintained, +Their lips with falsehood ne'er were stained. +In Rama's and in Lakshman's name +Thy daughters as their wives I claim, +So shall in equal bands be tied +Each peerless youth with peerless bride.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_69.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_69.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ec8207c63c6fcbdff7af85622f69e47b83ae61e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_69.txt @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +Canto LXXII. The Gift Of Kine. + +Then to the saint supremely wise +King Janak spoke in suppliant guise: +“Deign, Hermit, with attentive ear, +Mv race's origin to hear. +When kings a daughter's hand bestow, +'Tis right their line and fame to show. +There was a king whose deeds and worth +Spread wide his name through heaven and earth, +Nimi, most virtuous e'en from youth, +The best of all who love the truth. +His son and heir was Mithi, and +His Janak, first who ruled this land. +He left a son Udavasu, +Blest with all virtues, good and true. +His son was Nandivardhan, dear +For pious heart and worth sincere. +His son Suketu, hero brave, +To Devarat, existence gave. +King Devarat, a royal sage, +For virtue, glory of the age, +Begot Vrihadratha; and he +Begot, his worthy heir to be, +The splendid hero Mahabír +Who long in glory governed here. +His son was Sudhriti, a youth +Firm in his purpose, brave in sooth, +His son was Dhrisṭaketu, blest +With pious will and holy breast. +The fame of royal saint he won: +Haryaśva was his princely son. +Haryaśva's son was Maru, who +Begot Pratíndhak, wise and true. +Next Kírtiratha held the throne, +His son, for gentle virtues known. +Then followed Devamidha, then +Vibudh, Mahandhrak, kings of men. +Mahandhrak's son, of boundless might, +Was Kírtirat, who loved the right. +He passed away, a sainted king, +And Maharoma following +To Swarnaroma left the state. +Then Hraśvaroma, good and great, +Succeeded, and to him a pair +Of sons his royal consort bare, +Elder of these I boast to be: +Brave Kuśadhwaj is next to me.251 +Me then, the elder of the twain, +My sire anointed here to reign. +He bade me tend my brother well, +Then to the forest went to dwell. +He sought the heavens, and I sustained +The burden as by law ordained, +And noble Kuśadhwaj, the peer +Of Gods, I ever held most dear. +Then came Sankaśya's mighty lord, +Sudhanva, threatening siege and sword, +And bade me swift on him bestow +Śiva's incomparable bow, +[pg 083] +And Síta of the lotus eyes: +But I refused each peerless prize. +Then, host to host, we met the foes, +And fierce the din of battle rose, +Sudhanva, foremost of his band, +Fell smitten by my single hand. +When thus Sankaśya's lord was slain, +I sanctified, as laws ordain, +My brother in his stead to reign, +Thus are we brothers, Saint most high +The younger he, the elder I. +Now, mighty Sage, my spirit joys +To give these maidens to the boys. +Let Síta be to Rama tied. +And Urmila be Lakshman's bride. +First give, O King, the gift of cows, +As dowry of each royal spouse, +Due offerings to the spirits pay, +And solemnize the wedding-day. +The moon tonight, O royal Sage, +In Magha's252 House takes harbourage; +On the third night his rays benign +In second Phalguni253 will shine: +Be that the day, with prosperous fate, +The nuptial rites to celebrate.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_7.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_7.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1972a824e9ba4d24178313fa3f336edf4d4be701 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_7.txt @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +Canto VIII. Sumantra's Speech. + +Two sages, holy saints, had he, +His ministers and priests to be: +Vaśishṭha, faithful to advise, +And Vamadeva, Scripture-wise. +Eight other lords around him stood, +All skilled to counsel, wise and good: +Jayanta, Vijay, Dhrishṭi bold +In fight, affairs of war controlled: +Siddharth and Arthasadhak true +Watched o'er expense and revenue, +And Dharmapal and wise Aśok +Of right and law and justice spoke. +With these the sage Sumantra, skilled +To urge the car, high station filled. +All these in knowledge duly trained +Each passion and each sense restrained: +With modest manners, nobly bred +Each plan and nod and look they read, +Upon their neighbours' good intent, +Most active and benevolent: +As sit the Vasus79 round their king, +They sate around him counselling. +They ne'er in virtue's loftier pride +Another's lowly gifts decried. +In fair and seemly garb arrayed, +No weak uncertain plans they made. +Well skilled in business, fair and just, +They gained the people's love and trust, +And thus without oppression stored +The swelling treasury of their lord. +Bound in sweet friendship each to each, +They spoke kind thoughts in gentle speech. +They looked alike with equal eye +On every caste, on low and high. +Devoted to their king, they sought, +Ere his tongue spoke, to learn his thought, +And knew, as each occasion rose, +To hide their counsel or disclose. +In foreign lands or in their own +Whatever passed, to them was known. +By secret spies they timely knew +What men were doing or would do. +Skilled in the grounds of war and peace +They saw the monarch's state increase, +Watching his weal with conquering eye +That never let occasion by, +While nature lent her aid to bless +Their labours with unbought success. +Never for anger, lust, or gain, +Would they their lips with falsehood stain. +Inclined to mercy they could scan +The weakness and the strength of man. +They fairly judged both high and low, +And ne'er would wrong a guiltless foe; +Yet if a fault were proved, each one +Would punish e'en his own dear son. +But there and in the kingdom's bound +No thief or man impure was found: +None of loose life or evil fame, +No tempter of another's dame. +Contented with their lot each caste +[pg 015] +Calm days in blissful quiet passed; +And, all in fitting tasks employed, +Country and town deep rest enjoyed, +With these wise lords around his throne +The monarch justly reigned, +And making every heart his own +The love of all men gained. +With trusty agents, as beseems, +Each distant realm he scanned, +As the sun visits with his beams +Each corner of the land. +Ne'er would he on a mightier foe +With hostile troops advance, +Nor at an equal strike a blow +In war's delusive chance. +These lords in council bore their part +With ready brain and faithful heart, +With skill and knowledge, sense and tact, +Good to advise and bold to act. +And high and endless fame he won +With these to guide his schemes, +As, risen in his might, the sun +Wins glory with his beams. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_70.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_70.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..135502d7748127f594d432a28936eb310730c296 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_70.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +Canto LXXIII. The Nuptials. + +When royal Janak's words were done, +Joined with Vaśishṭha Kuśik's son, +The mighty sage began his speech: +“No mind may soar, no thought can reach +The glories of Ikshvaku's line, +Or, great Videha's King, of thine: +None in the whole wide world may vie +With them in fame and honours high. +Well matched, I ween, in holy bands, +These peerless pairs will join their hands. +But hear me as I speak once more; +Thy brother, skilled in duty's lore, +Has at his home a royal pair +Of daughters most divinely fair. +I for the hands of these sweet two +For Bharat and Śatrughna sue, +Both princes of heroic mould, +Wise, fair of form, and lofty-souled. +All Daśaratha's sons, I ween, +Own each young grace of form and mien: +Brave as the Gods are they, nor yield +To the great Lords the worlds who shield. +By these, good Prince of merits high, +Ikshvaku's house with thine ally.” +The suit the holy sage preferred, +With willing ear the monarch heard: +Vaśishṭha's lips the counsel praised: +Then spake the king with hands upraised: +“Now blest indeed my race I deem, +Which your high will, O Saints supreme, +With Daśaratha's house unites +In bonds of love and marriage rites. +So be it done. My nieces twain +Let Bharat and Śatrughna gain, +And the four youths the selfsame day +Four maiden hands in theirs shall lay. +No day so lucky may compare, +For marriage—so the wise declare— +With the last day of Phalguni +Ruled by the genial deity.” +Then with raised hands in reverence due +To those arch-saints he spoke anew: +“I am your pupil, ever true: +To me high favour have ye shown; +Come, sit ye on my royal throne, +For Daśaratha rules these towers +E'en as Ayodhya now is ours. +Do with your own whate'er ye choose: +Your lordship here will none refuse.” +He spoke, and to Videha's king +Thus Daśaratha, answering: +“Boundless your virtues, lords, whose sway +The realms of Mithila obey. +With honouring care you entertain. +Both holy sage and royal train. +Now to my house my steps I bend— +May blessings still on you at end— +Due offerings to the shades to pay.” +Thus spoke the king, and turned away: +To Janak first he bade adieu, +Then followed fast those holy two. +The monarch reached his palace where +The rites were paid with solemn care. +When the next sun began to shine +He rose and made his gift of kine. +A hundred thousand cows prepared +For each young prince the Brahmans shared. +Each had her horns adorned with gold; +And duly was the number told, +Four hundred thousand perfect tale: +Each brought a calf, each filled a pail. +And when that glorious task was o'er, +The monarch with his children four, +Showed like the Lord of Life divine +When the worlds' guardians round him shine. +[pg 084] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_71.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_71.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bbea1143c880a97a2eed13891c3f6e53bf0ef6fd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_71.txt @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ +Canto LXXIV. Rama With The Axe.254 + +On that same day that saw the king +His gift of kine distributing, +The lord of Kekaya's son, by name +Yudhajit, Bharat's uncle, came, +Asked of the monarch's health, and then +Addressed the reverend king of men: +“The lord of Kekaya's realm by me +Sends greeting, noble King, to thee: +Asks if the friends thy prayers would bless +Uninterrupted health possess. +Right anxious, mighty King, is he +My sister's princely boy to see. +For this I sought Ayodhya fair +The message of my sire to bear. +There learning, O my liege, that thou +With sons and noble kinsmen now +Wast resting here, I sought the place +Longing to see my nephew's face.” +The king with kind observance cheered +His friend by tender ties endeared, +And every choicest honour pressed +Upon his honourable guest. +That night with all his children spent, +At morn King Daśaratha went, +Behind Vaśishṭha and the rest, +To the fair ground for rites addressed. +Then when the lucky hour was nigh +Called Victory, of omen high, +Came Rama, after vow and prayer +For nuptial bliss and fortune fair, +With the three youths in bright attire, +And stood beside his royal sire. +To Janak then Vaśishṭha sped, +And to Videha's monarch said: +“O King, Ayodhya's ruler now +Has breathed the prayer and vowed the vow, +And with his sons expecting stands +The giver of the maidens' hands. +The giver and the taker both +Must ratify a mutual oath. +Perform the part for which we wait, +And rites of marriage celebrate.” +Skilled in the laws which Scriptures teach, +He answered thus Vaśishṭha's speech: +“O Saint, what warder bars the gate? +Whose bidding can the king await? +In one's own house what doubt is shown? +This kingdom, Sage, is all thine own. +E'en now the maidens may be found +Within the sacrificial ground: +Each vow is vowed and prayed each prayer, +And they, like fire, are shining there. +Here by the shrine my place I took +Expecting thee with eager look, +No bar the nuptial rites should stay: +What cause have we for more delay?” +When Janak's speech the monarch heard, +To sons and saints he gave the word, +And set them in the holy ring, +Then to Vaśishṭha spoke the king +Of Mithila: “O mighty Sage, +Now let this task thy care engage, +And lend thine aid and counsel wise +The nuptial rites to solemnize.” +The saint Vaśishṭha gave assent, +And quickly to the task he went, +With Viśvamitra, nothing loth, +And Śatananda aiding both. +Then, as the rules prescribe, they made +An altar in the midst, and laid +Fresh wreaths of fragrant flowers thereon. +The golden ladles round it shone; +And many a vase, which branches hid +Fixed in the perforated lid, +And sprays, and cups, and censers there +Stood filled with incense rich and rare; +Shell-bowls, and spoons, and salvers dressed +With gifts that greet the honoured guest; +Piles of parched rice some dishes bore, +Others with corn prepared ran o'er; +And holy grass was duly spread +In equal lengths, while prayers were said. +Next chief of saints, Vaśishṭha came +And laid the offering in the flame. +Then by the hand King Janak drew +His Síta, beautiful to view, +And placed her, bright in rich attire, +Rama to face, before the fire, +Thus speaking to the royal boy +Who filled Kauśalya's heart with joy: +“Here Síta stands, my daughter fair, +The duties of thy life to share. +Take from her father, take thy bride; +Join hand to hand, and bliss betide! +A faithful wife, most blest is she, +And as thy shade will follow thee.” +Thus as he spoke the monarch threw +O'er her young limbs the holy dew, +While Gods and saints were heard to swell +The joyous cry, 'Tis well! 'Tis well! +His daughter Síta thus bestowed, +O'er whom the sacred drops had flowed. +King Janak's heart with rapture glowed. +Then to Prince Lakshman thus he cried: +“Take Urmila thine offered bride, +And clasp her hand within thine own +Ere yet the lucky hour be flown.” +Then to Prince Bharat thus cried he; +“Come, take the hand of Mandavi.” +Then to Śatrughna: “In thy grasp +The hand of Srutakírti clasp. +Now, Raghu's sons, may all of you +Be gentle to your wives and true; +[pg 085] +Keep well the vows you make to-day, +Nor let occasion slip away.” +King Janak's word the youths obeyed; +The maidens' hands in theirs they laid. +Then with their brides the princes went +With ordered steps and reverent +Round both the fire and Janak, round +The sages and the sacred ground. +A flowery flood of lucid dyes +In rain descended from the skies, +While with celestial voices blent +Sweet strains from many an instrument, +And the nymphs danced in joyous throng +Responsive to the minstrel's song. +Such signs of exultation they +Saw on the princes' wedding day. +Still rang the heavenly music's sound +When Raghu's sons thrice circled round +The fire, each one with reverent head, +And homeward then their brides they led. +They to the sumptuous palace hied +That Janak's care had seen supplied. +The monarch girt with saint and peer +Still fondly gazing followed near. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_72.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_72.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c23022fad9f121c28c022c8e54ed5243017c34dd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_72.txt @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ +Canto LXXV. The Parle. + +Soon as the night had reached its close +The hermit Viśvamitra rose; +To both the kings he bade adieu +And to the northern hill withdrew. +Ayodhya's lord of high renown +Received farewell, and sought his town. +Then as each daughter left her bower +King Janak gave a splendid dower, +Rugs, precious silks, a warrior force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +Divine to see and well arrayed; +And many a skilful tiring-maid, +And many a young and trusty slave +The father of the ladies gave. +Silver and coral, gold and pearls +He gave to his beloved girls. +These precious gifts the king bestowed +And sped his guest upon his road. +The lord of Mithila's sweet town +Rode to his court and lighted down. +Ayodhya's monarch, glad and gay, +Led by the seers pursued his way +With his dear sons of lofty mind: +The royal army marched behind. +As on he fared the voice he heard +Around of many a dismal bird, +And every beast in wild affright +Began to hurry to the right. +The monarch to Vaśishṭha cried: +“What strange misfortune will betide? +Why do the beasts in terror fly, +And birds of evil omen cry? +What is it shakes my heart with dread? +Why is my soul disquieted?” +Soon as he heard, the mighty saint +Thus answered Daśaratha's plaint +In sweetest tone: “Now, Monarch, mark, +And learn from me the meaning dark. +The voices of the birds of air +Great peril to the host declare: +The moving beasts the dread allay, +So drive thy whelming fear away,” +As he and Daśaratha spoke +A tempest from the welkin broke, +That shook the spacious earth amain +And hurled high trees upon the plain. +The sun grew dark with murky cloud, +And o'er the skies was cast a shroud, +While o'er the army, faint with dread, +A veil of dust and ashes spread. +King, princes, saints their sense retained, +Fear-stupefied the rest remained. +At length, their wits returning, all +Beneath the gloom and ashy pall +Saw Jamadagni's son with dread, +His long hair twisted round his head, +Who, sprung from Bhrigu, loved to beat +The proudest kings beneath his feet. +Firm as Kailasa's hill he showed, +Fierce as the fire of doom he glowed. +His axe upon his shoulder lay, +His bow was ready for the fray, +With thirsty arrows wont to fly +Like Lightnings from the angry sky. +A long keen arrow forth he drew, +Invincible like those which flew +From Śiva's ever-conquering bow +And Tripura in death laid low. +When his wild form, that struck with awe, +Fearful as ravening flame, they saw, +Vaśishṭha and the saints whose care +Was sacrifice and muttered prayer, +Drew close together, each to each, +And questioned thus with bated speech: +“Indignant at his father's fate +Will he on warriors vent his hate, +The slayers of his father slay, +And sweep the loathed race away? +But when of old his fury raged +Seas of their blood his wrath assuaged: +[pg 086] +So doubtless now he has not planned +To slay all warriors in the land.” +Then with a gift the saints drew near +To Bhrigu's son whose look was fear, +And Rama! Rama! soft they cried. +The gift he took, no word replied. +Then Bhrigu's son his silence broke +And thus to Rama Rama spoke: \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_73.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_73.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3fd5fabada8db32379aef42411debf036f2f978e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_73.txt @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +Canto LXXVI. Debarred From Heaven. + +“Heroic Rama, men proclaim +The marvels of thy matchless fame, +And I from loud-voiced rumour know +The exploit of the broken bow, +Yea, bent and broken, mighty Chief, +A feat most wondrous, past belief. +Stirred by thy fame thy face I sought: +A peerless bow I too have brought. +This mighty weapon, strong and dire, +Great Jamadagni owned, my sire. +Draw with its shaft my father's bow, +And thus thy might, O Rama, show. +This proof of prowess let me see— +The weapon bent and drawn by thee; +Then single fight our strength shall try, +And this shall raise thy glory high.” +King Daśaratha heard with dread +The boastful speech, and thus he said; +Raising his hands in suppliant guise, +With pallid cheek and timid eyes: +“Forgetful of the bloody feud +Ascetic toils hast thou pursued; +Then, Brahman, let thy children be +Untroubled and from danger free. +Sprung of the race of Bhrigu, who +Read holy lore, to vows most true, +Thou swarest to the Thousand-eyed +And thy fierce axe was cast aside. +Thou turnedst to thy rites away +Leaving the earth to Kaśyap's sway, +And wentest far a grove to seek +Beneath Mahendra's255 mountain peak. +Now, mighty Hermit, art thou here +To slay us all with doom severe? +For if alone my Rama fall, +We share his fate and perish all.” +As thus the aged sire complained +The mighty chief no answer deigned. +To Rama only thus he cried: +“Two bows, the Heavenly Artist's pride, +Celestial, peerless, vast, and strong, +By all the worlds were honoured long. +One to the Three-eyed God256 was given, +By glory to the conflict driven, +Thus armed fierce Tripura he slew: +And then by thee 'twas burst in two. +The second bow, which few may brave, +The highest Gods to Vishnu gave. +This bow I hold; before it fall +The foeman's fenced tower and wall. +Then prayed the Gods the Sire Most High +By some unerring proof to try +Were praise for might Lord Vishnu's due, +Or his whose Neck is stained with Blue.257 +The mighty Sire their wishes knew, +And he whose lips are ever true +Caused the two Gods to meet as foes. +Then fierce the rage of battle rose: +Bristled in dread each starting hair +As Śiva strove with Vishnu there. +But Vishnu raised his voice amain. +And Śiva's bowstring twanged in vain; +Its master of the Three bright Eyes +Stood fixt in fury and surprise. +Then all the dwellers in the sky, +Minstrel, and saint, and God drew nigh, +And prayed them that the strife might cease, +And the great rivals met in peace. +'Twas seen how Śiva's bow has failed +Unnerved, when Vishnu's might assailed, +And Gods and heavenly sages thence +To Vishnu gave preëminence. +Then glorious Śiva in his rage +Gave it to Devarat the sage +Who ruled Videha's fertile land, +To pass it down from hand to hand. +But this my bow, whose shafts smite down +The foeman's fenced tower and town, +To great Richíka Vishnu lent +To be a pledge and ornament, +Then Jamadagni, Brahman dread, +My sire, the bow inherited. +But Arjun stooped to treachery vile +And slew my noble sire by guile, +Whose penance awful strength had gained, +Whose hand the God-given bow retained. +[pg 087] +I heard indignant how he fell +By mournful fate, too sad to tell. +My vengeful fury since that time +Scourges all Warriors for the crime. +As generations spring to life +I war them down in endless strife. +All earth I brought beneath my sway, +And gave it for his meed and pay +To holy Kaśyap, when of yore +The rites performed by him were o'er. +Then to Mahendra's hill I turned +Strong in the strength that penance earned, +And toiled upon his lofty head +By Gods immortal visited. +The breaking of the bow I knew +From startled Gods conversing, through +The airy regions, of thy deed, +And hither came with swiftest speed. +Now, for thy Warrior's honour sake, +This best of bows, O Rama, take: +This, owned by Vishnu's self of old, +My sire and grandsire loved to hold. +Drawn to its head upon the string, +One town-destroying arrow bring; +If this thou can, O hero, I +In single fight thy strength will try.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_74.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_74.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58347c4161d9b2155710bb85525665fd9ad9a878 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_74.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ +Canto LXXVII. Bharat's Departure. + +The haughty challenge, undeterred +The son of Daśaratha heard, +And cried, while reverence for his sire +Checked the full torrent of his ire: +“Before this day have I been told +The deed that stained thy hands of old. +But pity bids my soul forget: +Thy father, murdered, claimed the debt. +My strength, O Chief, thou deemest slight, +Too feeble for a Warrior's might. +Now will I show thy wondering eyes +The prowess which they dare despise.” +He hastened then with graceful ease +That mighty bow and shaft to seize. +His hand the weapon strung and swayed: +The arrow on the string was laid. +Then Jamadagni's son he eyed, +And thus in words of fury cried: +“Thou art a Brahman, still to be +Most highly honoured, Chief, by me. +For Viśvamitra's sake beside +Shall reverence due be ne'er denied. +Though mine the power, I would not send +A dart at thee thy life to end. +But thy great power to wander free, +Which penance-rites have won for thee, +Or glorious worlds from thee to wrest, +Is the firm purpose of my breast, +And Vishnu's dart which now I strain +Can ne'er be shot to fall in vain: +It strikes the mighty, and it stuns +The madness of the haughty ones.” +Then Gods, and saints and heavenly choir +Preceded by the General Sire, +Met in the air and gazed below +On Rama with that wondrous bow. +Nymph, minstrel, angel, all were there, +Snake-God, and spirit of the air, +Giant, and bard, and gryphon, met, +Their eyes upon the marvel set. +In senseless hush the world was chained +While Rama's hand the bow retained, +And Jamadagni's son amazed +And powerless on the hero gazed. +Then when his swelling heart had shrunk, +And his proud strength in torpor sunk, +Scarce his voice ventured, low and weak, +To Rama lotus-eyed, to speak: +“When long ago I gave away +The whole broad land to Kaśyap's sway +He charged me never to remain +Within the limits of his reign. +Obedient to my guide's behest +On earth by night I never rest. +My choice is made, I will not dim +Mine honour and be false to him. +So, son of Raghu, leave me still +The power to wander where I will, +And swifter than the thought my flight +Shall place me on Mahendra's height. +My mansions of eternal joy, +By penance won, thou mayst destroy, +My path to these thy shaft may stay. +Now to the work! No more delay! +I know thee Lord of Gods; I know +Thy changeless might laid Madhu low. +All other hands would surely fail +To bend this bow. All hail! all hail! +See! all the Gods have left the skies +To bend on thee their eager eyes, +With whose achievements none compete, +Whose arm in war no God can meet. +No shame is mine, I ween, for thou, +Lord of the Worlds, hast dimmed my brow. +Now, pious Rama, 'tis thy part +To shoot afar that glorious dart: +I, when the fatal shaft is shot, +Will seek that hill and tarry not.” +He ceased. The wondrous arrow flew, +And Jamadagni's offspring knew +Those glorious worlds to him were barred, +Once gained by penance long and hard. +Then straight the airy quarters cleared, +And the mid regions bright appeared, +While Gods and saints unnumbered praised +Rama, the mighty bow who raised. +And Jamadagni's son, o'erawed. +Extolled his name with highest laud, +[pg 088] +With reverent steps around him strode, +Then hastened on his airy road. +Far from the sight of all he fled, +And rested on Mahendra's head. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_75.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_75.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cdfee3fdd64c01a09aacbfdc73a7a603a33894cf --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_75.txt @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +Canto I. The Heir Apparent. + +Then Rama with a cheerful mind +The bow to Varun's hand resigned. +Due reverence to the saints he paid, +And thus addressed his sire dismayed: +“As Bhrigu's son is far from view, +Now let the host its march pursue, +And to Ayodhya's town proceed +In four-fold bands, with thee to lead.” +King Daśaratha thus addressed +His lips to Rama's forehead pressed, +And held him to his aged breast. +Rejoiced in sooth was he to know +That Bhrigu's son had parted so, +And hailed a second life begun +For him and his victorious son. +He urged the host to speed renewed, +And soon Ayodhya's gates he viewed. +High o'er the roofs gay pennons played; +Tabour and drum loud music made; +Fresh water cooled the royal road, +And flowers in bright profusion glowed. +Glad crowds with garlands thronged the ways +Rejoicing on their king to gaze +And all the town was bright and gay +Exalting in the festive day. +People and Brahmans flocked to meet +Their monarch ere he gained the street. +The glorious king amid the throng +Rode with his glorious sons along, +And passed within his dear abode +That like Himalaya's mountain showed. +And there Kauśalya, noble queen, +Sumitra with her lovely mien, +Kaikeyí of the dainty waist, +And other dames his bowers who graced, +Stood in the palace side by side +And welcomed home each youthful bride: +Fair Síta, lofty-fated dame, +Urmila of the glorious fame, +And Kuśadhwaj's children fair, +With joyous greeting and with prayer, +As all in linen robes arrayed +With offerings at the altars prayed. +Due reverence paid to God above, +Each princess gave her soul to love, +And hidden in her inmost bower +Passed with her lord each blissful hour. +The royal youths, of spirit high, +With whom in valor none could vie, +Lived each within his palace bounds +Bright as Kuvera's pleasure-grounds, +With riches, troops of faithful friends, +And bliss that wedded life attends: +Brave princes trained in warlike skill, +And duteous to their father's will. +At length the monarch called one morn +Prince Bharat, of Kaikeyí born, +And cried: “My son, within our gates +Lord Yudhajit thine uncle waits. +The son of Kekaya's king is he, +And came, my child, to summon thee.” +Then Bharat for the road prepared, +And with Śatrughna forth he fared. +First to his sire he bade adieu, +Brave Rama, and his mothers too. +Lord Yudhajit with joyful pride +Went forth, the brothers by his side, +And reached the city where he dwelt: +And mighty joy his father felt. +Rama and Lakshman honoured still +Their godlike sire with duteous will. +Two constant guides for Rama stood, +His father's wish, the people's good. +Attentive to the general weal +He thought and wrought to please and heal. +His mothers too he strove to please +With love and sonly courtesies. +At every time, in every spot, +His holy guides he ne'er forgot. +So for his virtues kind and true +Dearer and dearer Rama grew +To Daśaratha, Brahmans, all +In town and country, great and small. +And Rama by his darling's side +Saw many a blissful season glide, +Lodged in her soul, each thought on her, +Lover, and friend, and worshipper. +He loved her for his father's voice +Had given her and approved the choice: +He loved her for each charm she wore +And her sweet virtues more and more. +So he her lord and second life +Dwelt in the bosom of his wife, +In double form, that, e'en apart, +Each heart could commune free with heart. +Still grew that child of Janak's race, +More goddess-fair in form and face, +The loveliest wife that e'er was seen, +In mortal mould sweet Beauty's Queen. +Then shone the son Kauśalya bore, +With this bright dame allied, +Like Vishnu whom the Gods adore, +With Lakshmi by his side. +[pg 089] +BOOK II. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_76.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_76.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1c1fd0937d77b2cecfa18696da5a578976a6a373 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_76.txt @@ -0,0 +1,135 @@ +Canto II. The People's Speech. + +So Bharat to his grandsire went +Obedient to the message sent, +And for his fond companion chose +Śatrughna slayer of his foes.258 +There Bharat for a time remained +With love and honour entertained, +King Aśvapati's constant care, +Beloved as a son and heir. +Yet ever, as they lived at ease, +While all around combined to please, +The aged sire they left behind +Was present to each hero's mind. +Nor could the king's fond memory stray +From his brave children far away, +Dear Bharat and Śatrughna dear, +Each Varun's match or Indra's peer. +To all the princes, young and brave, +His soul with fond affection clave; +Around his loving heart they clung +Like arms from his own body sprung.259 +But best and noblest of the four, +Good as the God whom all adore, +Lord of all virtues, undefiled, +His darling was his eldest child. +For he was beautiful and strong, +From envy free, the foe of wrong, +With all his father's virtues blest, +And peerless in the world confessed. +With placid soul he softly spoke: +No harsh reply could taunts provoke. +He ever loved the good and sage +Revered for virtue and for age, +And when his martial tasks were o'er +Sate listening to their peaceful lore. +Wise, modest, pure, he honoured eld, +His lips from lying tales withheld; +Due reverence to the Brahmans gave, +And ruled each passion like a slave. +Most tender, prompt at duty's call, +Loved by all men he loved them all. +Proud of the duties of his race, +With spirit meet for Warrior's place. +He strove to win by glorious deed, +Throned with the Gods, a priceless meed. +With him in speech and quick reply +Vrihaspati might hardly vie, +But never would his accents flow +For evil or for empty show. +In art and science duly trained, +His student vow he well maintained; +He learnt the lore for princes fit, +The Vedas and their Holy Writ, +And with his well-drawn bow at last +His mighty father's fame surpassed. +Of birth exalted, truthful, just, +With vigorous hand, with noble trust, +Well taught by aged twice-born men +Who gain and right could clearly ken, +Full well the claims and bounds he knew +Of duty, gain, and pleasure too: +Of memory keen, of ready tact, +In civil business prompt to act. +Reserved, his features ne'er disclosed +What counsel in his heart reposed. +All idle rage and mirth controlled, +He knew the times to give and hold, +Firm in his faith, of steadfast will, +He sought no wrong, he spoke no ill: +Not rashly swift, not idly slow, +His faults and others' keen to know. +Each merit, by his subtle sense; +He matched with proper recompense. +He knew the means that wealth provide, +And with keen eye expense could guide. +Wild elephants could he reclaim, +And mettled steeds could mount and tame. +No arm like his the bow could wield, +Or drive the chariot to the field. +Skilled to attack, to deal the blow, +Or lead a host against the foe: +Yea, e'en infuriate Gods would fear +To meet his arm in full career. +As the great sun in noontide blaze +Is glorious with his world of rays, +So Rama with these virtues shone +Which all men loved to gaze upon. +The aged monarch fain would rest, +And said within his weary breast, +“Oh that I might, while living yet, +My Rama o'er the kingdom set. +And see, before my course be run, +The hallowed drops anoint my son; +See all this spacious land obey, +From side to side, my first-born's sway, +And then, my life and joy complete, +Obtain in heaven a blissful seat!” +In him the monarch saw combined +The fairest form, the noblest mind, +And counselled how his son might share, +The throne with him as Regent Heir. +For fearful signs in earth and sky, +And weakness warned him death was nigh: +But Rama to the world endeared +By every grace his bosom cheered, +[pg 090] +The moon of every eye, whose ray +Drove all his grief and fear away. +So duty urged that hour to seize, +Himself, his realm, to bless and please. +From town and country, far and near, +He summoned people, prince, and peer. +To each he gave a meet abode, +And honoured all and gifts bestowed. +Then, splendid in his king's attire, +He viewed them, as the general Sire, +In glory of a God arrayed, +Looks on the creatures he has made. +But Kekaya's king he called not then +For haste, nor Janak, lord of men; +For after to each royal friend +The joyful tidings he would send. +Mid crowds from distant countries met +The king upon his throne was set; +Then honoured by the people, all +The rulers thronged into the hall. +On thrones assigned, each king in place +Looked silent on the monarch's face. +Then girt by lords of high renown +And throngs from hamlet and from town +He showed in regal pride, +As, honoured by the radiant band +Of blessed Gods that round him stand, +Lord Indra, Thousand-eyed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_77.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_77.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2df368446791fb1fdec2bd2c65d121b34e11265a --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_77.txt @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ +Canto III. Dasaratha's Precepts. + +Then to the full assembly bowed +The monarch, and addressed the crowd +With gracious speech, in accents loud +As heavenly drum or thunder-cloud: +“Needs not to you who know declare +How ever with paternal care +My fathers of Ikshvaku's line +Have ruled the realm which now is mine. +I too have taught my feet to tread +The pathway of the mighty dead, +And with fond care that never slept +Have, as I could, my people kept. +So toiling still, and ne'er remiss +For all my people's weal and bliss, +Beneath the white umbrella's260 shade. +Old age is come and strength decayed. +Thousands of years have o'er me flown, +And generations round me grown +And passed away. I crave at length +Repose and ease for broken strength. +Feeble and worn I scarce can bear +The ruler's toil, the judge's care, +With royal dignity, a weight +That tries the young and temperate. +I long to rest, my labour done, +And in my place to set my son, +If to the twice-born gathered here +My counsel wise and good appear. +For greater gifts than mine adorn +Rama my son, my eldest-born. +Like Indra brave, before him fall +The foeman's cities, tower and wall. +Him prince of men for power and might, +The best maintainer of the right, +Fair as the moon when nothing bars +His glory close to Pushya's stars, +Him with to-morrow's light I fain +Would throne the consort of my reign. +A worthy lord for you, I ween, +Marked as her own by Fortune's Queen. +The triple world itself would be +Well ruled by such a king as he. +To such high bliss and happy fate +Will I the country dedicate, +And my sad heart will cease to grieve +If he the precious charge receive. +Thus is my careful plan matured, +Thus for myself is rest secured; +Lieges, approve the words I say, +Or point ye out some wiser way. +Devise your prudent plan. My mind +Is fondly to this thought inclined, +But men by keen debating move +Some middle course which all approve.” +The monarch ceased. In answer came +The joyous princes' glad acclaim. +So peacocks in the rain rejoice +And hail the cloud with lifted voice. +Murmurs of joy from thousands round +Shook the high palace with the sound. +Then when the gathered throng had learned +His will who right and gain discerned, +Peasant and townsman, priest and chief, +All met in consultation brief, +And soon agreed with one accord +Gave answer to their sovereign lord: +“King of the land, we know thee old: +Thousands of years have o'er thee rolled, +Rama thy son, we pray, anoint, +And at thy side his place appoint +Our gallant prince, so brave and strong, +Riding in royal state along, +Our eyes with joyful pride will see +Screened by the shade that shelters thee.” +Then spake the king again, as though +Their hearts' true wish he sought to know: +“These prayers for Rama's rule suggest +One question to my doubting breast. +This thing, I pray, with truth explain: +Why would ye, while I justly reign, +That he, mine eldest son, should bear +His part with me as ruling heir?” +Then all the people made reply, +Peasant and townsman, low and high: +“Each noblest gift of form and mind, +[pg 091] +O Monarch, in thy son we find. +Do thou the godlike virtues hear +Which Rama to our hearts endear. +So richly blest with graces, none +In all the earth excels thy son: +Nay, who to match with him may claim +In truth, in justice, and in fame? +True to his promise, gentle, kind, +Unenvious, of grateful mind, +Versed in the law and firm of soul, +He keeps each sense with strict control. +With duteous care he loves to sit +By Brahmans skilled in Holy Writ. +Hence brightest glory, ne'er to end, +And matchless fame his youth attend. +Skilled in the use of spear and shield, +And arms which heavenly warriors wield, +Supreme in war, unconquered yet +By man, fiend, God in battle met, +Whene'er in pomp of war he goes +'Gainst town or city of the foes, +He ever comes with Lakshman back +Victorious from the fierce attack. +Returning homeward from afar +Borne on his elephant or car, +He ever to the townsmen bends +And greets them as beloved friends, +Asks how each son, each servant thrives, +How fare our pupils, offerings, wives; +And like a father bids us tell, +Each for himself, that all is well. +If pain or grief the city tries +His heart is swift to sympathize. +When festive scenes our thoughts employ +He like a father shares the joy. +High is the fate, O King, that gave +Thy Rama born to bless and save, +With filial virtues fair and mild +Like Kaśyap old Maríchi's child. +Hence to the kingdom's distant ends +One general prayer for him ascends. +Each man in town and country prays +For Rama's strength, health, length of days. +With hearts sincere, their wish the same, +The tender girl, the aged dame, +Subject and stranger, peasant, hind, +One thought impressed on every mind, +At evening and at dawning day +To all the Gods for Rama pray. +Do thou, O King, of grace comply, +And hear the people's longing cry, +And let us on the throne by thee +The lotus-tinted Rama see. +O thou who givest boons, attend; +A gracious ear, O Monarch, lend +And for our weal install, +Consenting to our earnest prayer, +Thy godlike Rama Regent Heir, +Who seeks the good of all.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_78.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_78.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..73f7c2b3ba9321eeb37a33c0b4853034d02ba483 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_78.txt @@ -0,0 +1,191 @@ +Canto IV. Rama Summoned. + +The monarch with the prayer complied +Of suppliant hands, on every side +Uplifted like a lotus-bed: +And then these gracious words he said: +“Great joy and mighty fame are mine +Because your loving hearts incline, +In full assembly clearly shown +To place my Rama on the throne.” +Then to Vaśishṭha, standing near, +And Vamadeva loud and clear +The monarch spoke that all might hear: +“'Tis pure and lovely Chaitra now +When flowers are sweet on every bough; +All needful things with haste prepare +That Rama be appointed heir.” +Then burst the people's rapture out +In loud acclaim and joyful shout; +And when the tumult slowly ceased +The king addressed the holy priest: +“Give order, Saint, with watchful heed +For what the coming rite will need. +This day let all things ready wait +Mine eldest son to consecrate.” +Best of all men of second birth +Vaśishṭha heard the lord of earth, +And gave commandment to the bands +Of servitors with lifted hands +Who waited on their master's eye: +“Now by to-morrow's dawn supply +Rich gold and herbs and gems of price +And offerings for the sacrifice, +Wreaths of white flowers and roasted rice, +And oil and honey, separate; +New garments and a car of state, +An elephant with lucky signs, +A fourfold host in ordered lines, +The white umbrella, and a pair +Of chowries,261 and a banner fair; +A hundred vases, row on row, +To shine like fire in splendid glow, +A tiger's mighty skin, a bull +With gilded horns most beautiful. +All these, at dawn of coming day, +Around the royal shrine array, +Where burns the fire's undying ray. +Each palace door, each city gate +With wreaths of sandal decorate. +And with the garlands' fragrant scent +Let clouds of incense-smoke be blent. +Let food of noble kind and taste +Be for a hundred thousand placed; +Fresh curds with streams of milk bedewed +To feed the Brahman multitude. +[pg 092] +With care be all their wants supplied. +And mid the twice-born chiefs divide +Rich largess, with the early morn, +And oil and curds and roasted corn. +Soon as the sun has shown his light +Pronounce the prayer to bless the rite, +And then be all the Brahmans called +And in their ordered seats installed. +Let all musicians skilled to play, +And dancing-girls in bright array +Stand ready in the second ring +Within the palace of the king. +Each honoured tree, each holy shrine +With leaves and flowery wreaths entwine, +And here and there beneath the shade +Be food prepared and presents laid. +Then brightly clad, in warlike guise, +With long swords girt upon their thighs, +Let soldiers of the nobler sort +March to the monarch's splendid court.” +Thus gave command the twice-born pair +To active servants stationed there. +Then hastened to the king and said +That all their task was duly sped, +The king to wise Sumantra spake: +“Now quick, my lord, thy chariot take, +And hither with thy swiftest speed +My son, my noble Rama lead.” +Sumantra, ere the word was given, +His chariot from the court had driven, +And Rama, best of all who ride +In cars, came sitting by his side. +The lords of men had hastened forth +From east and west and south and north, +aryan and stranger, those who dwell +In the wild wood and on the fell, +And as the Gods to Indra, they +Showed honour to the king that day. +Like Vasav, when his glorious form +Is circled by the Gods of storm, +Girt in his hall by kings he saw +His car-borne Rama near him draw, +Like him who rules the minstrel band +Of heaven;262 whose valour filled the land, +Of mighty arm and stately pride +Like a wild elephant in stride, +As fair in face as that fair stone +Dear to the moon, of moonbeams grown,263 +With noble gifts and grace that took +The hearts of all, and chained each look, +World-cheering as the Lord of Rain +When floods relieve the parching plain. +The father, as the son came nigh, +Gazed with an ever-thirstier eye. +Sumantra helped the prince alight +From the good chariot passing bright, +And as to meet his sire he went +Followed behind him reverent. +Then Rama clomb, the king to seek +That terrace like Kailasa's peak, +And reached the presence of the king, +Sumantra closely following. +Before his father's face he came, +Raised suppliant hands and named his name,264 +And bowing lowly as is meet +Paid reverence to the monarch's feet. +But soon as Daśaratha viewed +The prince in humble attitude, +He raised him by the hand in haste +And his beloved son embraced, +Then signed him to a glorious throne, +Gem-decked and golden, near his own. +Then Rama, best of Raghu's line, +Made the fair seat with lustre shine +As when the orient sun upsprings +And his pure beam on Meru flings. +The glory flashed on roof and wall, +And with strange sheen suffused the hall, +As when the moon's pure rays are sent +Through autumn's star-lit firmament. +Then swelled his breast with joy and pride +As his dear son the father eyed, +E'en as himself more fair arrayed +In some clear mirror's face displayed. +The aged monarch gazed awhile, +Then thus addressed him with a smile, +As Kaśyap, whom the worlds revere, +Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear: +“O thou of all my sons most dear, +In virtue best, thy father's peer, +Child of my consort first in place, +Mine equal in her pride of race, +Because the people's hearts are bound +To thee by graces in thee found, +Be thou in Pushya's favouring hour +Made partner of my royal power. +I know that thou by nature's bent +Both modest art and excellent, +But though thy gifts no counsel need +My love suggests the friendly rede. +Mine own dear son, be modest still, +And rule each sense with earnest will. +Keep thou the evils far away +That spring from love and anger's sway. +Thy noble course alike pursue +In secret as in open view, +And every nerve, the love to gain +Of ministers and subjects, strain. +The happy prince who sees with pride +His thriving people satisfied; +Whose arsenals with arms are stored, +And treasury with golden hoard,— +[pg 093] +His friends rejoice as joyed the Blest +When Amrit crowned their eager quest. +So well, my child, thy course maintain, +And from all ill thy soul refrain.” +The friends of Rama, gathered nigh, +Longing their lord to gratify, +Ran to Kauśalya's bower to tell +The tidings that would please her well. +She, host of dames, with many a gem, +And gold, and kine rewarded them. +Then Rama paid the reverence due, +Mounted the chariot, and withdrew, +And to his splendid dwelling drove +While crowds to show him honour strove. +The people, when the monarch's speech +Their willing ears had heard, +Were wild with joy as though on each +Great gifts had been conferred. +With meek and low salute each man +Turned to his home away, +And there with happy heart began +To all the Gods to pray. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_79.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_79.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0ff4a0b22e6ffc90fc2b30056b05a79f2bb6b6af --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_79.txt @@ -0,0 +1,165 @@ +Canto V. Rama's Fast. + +The crowd dismissed, to high debate +The monarch called his peers of state, +And, counsel from their lips obtained, +Firm in his will his will explained: +“To-morrow with auspicious ray +The moon in Pushya's sign will stay; +Be that the time with happy fate +Mine eldest son to consecrate, +And let my Rama, lotus-eyed, +As Regent o'er the state preside.” +He sought, within, his charioteer, +And cried “Again bring Rama here.” +To Rama's home Sumantra hied +Again to be the prince's guide. +His coming, told to Rama's ear, +Suggested anxious doubt and fear. +He bade the messenger be led +That instant in, and thus he said: +“Tell me the cause, omitting naught, +Why thou again my house hast sought.” +The envoy answered: “Prince, thy sire +Has sent thy presence to require. +My sender known, 'tis thine to say +If thou wilt go or answer nay.” +Then Rama, when he heard his speech, +Made haste the royal court to reach. +Soon as the monarch was aware +His dearest son was waiting there, +Eager the parley to begin +He bade them lead the prince within, +Soon as he passed the chamber door +The hero bent him to the floor, +And at a distance from his seat +Raised his joined hands his sire to greet. +The monarch raised him from the ground, +And loving arms about him wound, +Then pointed to a seat that shone +With gold for him to rest upon. +“Aged am I,” he said, “and worn; +In life's best joys my share have borne; +Rites to the Gods, in hundreds, paid, +With gifts of corn and largess made. +I yearned for sons: my life is blest +With them and thee of sons the best. +No debt to saints or Brahmans, no, +Nor spirits, Gods, or self I owe. +One duty now remains alone, +To set thee on thy father's throne. +Now therefore, Rama, hear my rede, +And mark my words with duteous heed: +This day the peoples' general voice, +Elects thee king of love and choice, +And I, consenting to the prayer, +Will make thee, darling, Regent Heir. +Dread visions, each returning night, +With evil omens scare my sight. +Red meteors with a fearful sound +Shoot wildly downward to the ground, +While tempests lash the troubled air; +And they who read the stars declare +That, leagued against my natal sign, +Rahu,265 the Sun,266 and Mars combine. +When portents dire as these appear, +A monarch's death or woe is near. +Then while my senses yet are spared, +And thought and will are unimpaired, +Be thou, my son, anointed king: +Men's fancy is a fickle thing. +To-day the moon, in order due, +Entered the sign Punarvasu,267 +To-morrow, as the wise foretell, +In Pushya's favouring stars will dwell: +Then on the throne shalt thou be placed. +My soul, prophetic, counsels haste: +Thee, O my son, to-morrow I +As Regent Heir will sanctify. +So till the coming night be passed +Do thou and Síta strictly fast: +From worldly thoughts thy soul refrain, +And couched on holy grass remain. +[pg 094] +And let thy trusted lords attend +In careful watch upon their friend, +For, unexpected, check and bar +Our weightiest counsels often mar. +While Bharat too is far away +Making with royal kin his stay, +I deem the fittest time of all +Thee, chosen Regent, to install. +It may be Bharat still has stood +True to the counsels of the good, +Faithful to thee with tender trust, +With governed senses, pure and just. +But human minds, too well I know, +Will sudden changes undergo, +And by their constant deeds alone +The virtue of the good is shown. +Now, Rama, go. My son, good night! +Fixt is to-morrow for the rite.” +Then Rama paid the reverence due, +And quickly to his home withdrew. +He passed within, nor lingered there, +But sought his mother's mansion, where +The dame in linen robes arrayed +Devoutly in the chapel prayed +To Fortune's Queen, with utterance checked, +That she her Rama would protect. +There was Sumitra too, and there +Was Lakshman led by loving care: +And when the royal choice they knew +Síta in haste was summoned too. +Absorbed, with half-shut eyes, the queen +Attended by the three was seen. +She knew that Pushya's lucky hour +Would raise her son to royal power, +So fixed with bated breath each thought +On God supreme, by all men sought. +To her, as thus she knelt and prayed, +Rama drew near, due reverence paid, +And then to swell his mother's joy, +Thus spoke her own beloved boy; +“O mother dear, my sire's decree +Entrusts the people's weal to me. +To-morrow I, for so his will, +Anointed king, the throne shall fill. +The few last hours till night shall end +Síta with me must fasting spend, +For so my father has decreed, +And holy priests with him agreed. +What vows soever thou mayst deem +My consecration's eve beseem, +Do thou, sweet mother, for my sake +And for beloved Síta's make.” +When the glad news Kauśalya heard, +So long desired, so long deferred, +While tears of joy her utterance broke, +In answer to her son she spoke: +“Long be thy life, my darling: now +Thy prostrate foes before thee bow. +Live long and with thy bright success +My friends and dear Sumitra's bless. +Surely the stars were wondrous fair +When thee, sweet son, thy mother bare, +That thy good gifts such love inspire +And win the favour of thy sire. +With thee I travailed not in vain; +Those lotus eyes reward my pain, +And all the glory of the line +Of old Ikshvaku will be thine.” +He smiled, and on his brother gazed +Who sate with reverent hands upraised, +And said: “My brother, thou must be +Joint-ruler of this land with me. +My second self thou, Lakshman, art, +And in my fortune bearest part. +Be thine, Sumitra's son, to know +The joys from regal power that flow. +My life itself, the monarch's seat, +For thy dear sake to me are sweet.” +Thus Rama to his brother said, +To both his mothers268 bowed his head, +And then with Síta by his side +To his own house the hero hied. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_8.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18d9bd1f90eb3f717807ee5fb92a65c6a6002e35 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +Canto IX. Rishyasring. + +But splendid, just, and great of mind, +The childless king for offspring pined. +No son had he his name to grace, +Transmitter of his royal race. +Long had his anxious bosom wrought, +And as he pondered rose the thought: +“A votive steed 'twere good to slay, +So might a son the gift repay.” +Before his lords his plan he laid, +And bade them with their wisdom aid: +Then with these words Sumantra, best +Of royal counsellors, addressed: +“Hither, Vaśishṭha at their head, +Let all my priestly guides be led.” +To him Sumantra made reply: +“Hear, Sire, a tale of days gone by. +To many a sage in time of old, +Sanatkumar, the saint, foretold +How from thine ancient line, O King, +A son, when years came round, should spring. +“Here dwells,” 'twas thus the seer began, +“Of Kaśyap's80 race, a holy man, +Vibhandak named: to him shall spring +A son, the famous Rishyaśring. +Bred with the deer that round him roam, +The wood shall be that hermit's home. +To him no mortal shall be known +Except his holy sire alone. +Still by those laws shall he abide +Which lives of youthful Brahmans guide, +Obedient to the strictest rule +That forms the young ascetic's school: +And all the wondering world shall hear +Of his stern life and penance drear; +His care to nurse the holy fire +And do the bidding of his sire. +Then, seated on the Angas'81 throne, +Shall Lomapad to fame be known. +But folly wrought by that great king +A plague upon the land shall bring; +No rain for many a year shall fall +And grievous drought shall ruin all. +The troubled king with many a prayer +Shall bid the priests some cure declare: +“The lore of Heaven 'tis yours to know, +Nor are ye blind to things below: +Declare, O holy men, the way +This plague to expiate and stay.” +Those best of Brahmans shall reply: +“By every art, O Monarch, try +Hither to bring Vibhandak's child, +Persuaded, captured, or beguiled. +And when the boy is hither led +To him thy daughter duly wed.” +But how to bring that wondrous boy +His troubled thoughts will long employ, +And hopeless to achieve the task +He counsel of his lords will ask, +And bid his priests and servants bring +With honour saintly Rishyaśring. +But when they hear the monarch's speech, +All these their master will beseech, +With trembling hearts and looks of woe, +To spare them, for they fear to go. +And many a plan will they declare +And crafty plots will frame, +And promise fair to show him there, +Unforced, with none to blame. +On every word his lords shall say, +The king will meditate, +And on the third returning day +Recall them to debate. +Then this shall be the plan agreed, +That damsels shall be sent +Attired in holy hermits' weed, +And skilled in blandishment, +That they the hermit may beguile +With every art and amorous wile +[pg 016] +Whose use they know so well, +And by their witcheries seduce +The unsuspecting young recluse +To leave his father's cell. +Then when the boy with willing feet +Shall wander from his calm retreat +And in that city stand, +The troubles of the king shall end, +And streams of blessed rain descend +Upon the thirsty land. +Thus shall the holy Rishyaśring +To Lomapad, the mighty king, +By wedlock be allied; +For Śanta, fairest of the fair, +In mind and grace beyond compare, +Shall be his royal bride. +He, at the Offering of the Steed, +The flames with holy oil shall feed, +And for King Daśaratha gain +Sons whom his prayers have begged in vain.” +“I have repeated, Sire, thus far, +The words of old Sanatkumar, +In order as he spoke them then +Amid the crowd of holy men.” +Then Daśaratha cried with joy, +“Say how they brought the hermit boy.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_80.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_80.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8f8482f5af87bfc9f6b48025e337c80afa748e4b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_80.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Canto VI. The City Decorated. + +Then Saint Vaśishṭha to the king +Came ready at his summoning. +“Now go,” exclaimed the monarch, “thou +Enriched by fervent rite and vow, +For Rama and his wife ordain +The fast, that joy may bless his reign.” +The best of those who Scripture know +Said to the king, “My lord, I go.” +To Rama's house Vaśishṭha hied, +The hero's fast by rule to guide, +And skilled in sacred texts to tell +Each step to him instructed well. +Straight to Prince Rama's high abode, +That like a cloud pale-tinted showed, +Borne in his priestly car he rode. +Two courts he passed, and in the third +He stayed his car. Then Rama heard +The holy sage was come, and flew +To honour him with honour due. +He hastened to the car and lent +His hand to aid the priest's descent. +Then spoke Vaśishṭha words like these, +Pleased with his reverent courtesies, +With pleasant things his heart to cheer +Who best deserved glad news to hear: +“Prince, thou hast won thy father's grace, +And thine will be the Regent's place: +Now with thy Síta, as is right, +In strictest fasting spend the night, +[pg 095] +For when the morrow's dawn is fair +The king will consecrate his heir: +So Nahush,269 as the wise relate, +Yayati joyed to consecrate.” +Thus having said, Vaśishṭha next +Ordained the fast by rule and text, +For Rama faithful to his vows +And the Videhan dame his spouse. +Then from the prince's house he hied +With courteous honours gratified. +Round Rama gathered every friend +In pleasant talk a while to spend. +He bade good night to all at last, +And to his inner chamber passed. +Then Rama's house shone bright and gay +With men and maids in glad array, +As in the morning some fair lake +When all her lotuses awake, +And every bird that loves the flood +Flits joyous round each opening bud. +Forth from the house Vaśishṭha drove, +That with the king's in splendour strove, +And all the royal street he viewed +Filled with a mighty multitude +The eager concourse blocked each square, +Each road and lane and thoroughfare, +And joyous shouts on every side +Rose like the roar of Ocean's tide, +As streams of men together came +With loud huzza and glad acclaim. +The ways were watered, swept and clean, +And decked with flowers and garlands green +And all Ayodhya shone arrayed +With banners on the roofs that played. +Men, women, boys with eager eyes, +Expecting when the sun should rise, +Stood longing for the herald ray +Of Rama's consecration day, +To see, a source of joy to all, +The people-honoured festival. +The priest advancing slowly through +The mighty crowd he cleft in two, +Near to the monarch's palace drew. +He sought the terrace, by the stair, +Like a white cloud-peak high in air, +The reverend king of men to meet +Who sate upon his splendid seat: +Thus will Vṛihaspati arise +To meet the monarch of the skies. +But when the king his coming knew, +He left his throne and near him drew +Questioned by him Vaśishṭha said +That all his task was duly sped. +Then all who sate there, honouring +Vaśishṭha, rose as rose the king. +Vaśishṭha bade his lord adieu, +And all the peers, dismissed, withdrew. +Then as a royal lion seeks +His cave beneath the rocky peaks, +So to the chambers where abode +His consorts Daśaratha strode. +Full-thronged were those delightful bowers +With women richly dressed, +And splendid as the radiant towers +Where Indra loves to rest. +Then brighter flashed a thousand eyes +With the light his presence lent, +As, when the moon begins to rise +The star thronged firmament. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_81.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_81.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..86a5bbde0f1c08faf0fd602b09cbd9c333ad5e9b --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_81.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Canto VII. Manthara's Lament. + +Then Rama bathed in order due, +His mind from worldly thoughts withdrew, +And with his large-eyed wife besought +Narayan, as a votary ought. +Upon his head the brimming cup +Of holy oil he lifted up, +Then placed within the kindled fire +The offering to that heavenly Sire, +And as he sipped the remnant prayed +To Him for blessing and for aid. +Then with still lips and tranquil mind +With his Videhan he reclined, +In Vishnu's chapel, on a bed +Where holy grass was duly spread, +While still the prince's every thought +The God supreme, Narayan, sought. +One watch remained the night to close +When Rama from his couch arose, +And bade the men and maids adorn +His palace for the solemn morn. +He heard the bards and heralds raise +Auspicious strains of joy and praise; +And breathed devout, with voice restrained, +The hymn for morning rites ordained; +Then, with his head in reverence bowed, +Praised Madhu's conquering foe aloud, +And, in pure linen robes arrayed, +The priests to raise their voices prayed. +Obedient to the summons they +Proclaimed to all the festal day. +The Brahmans' voices, deep and sweet, +Resounded through the crowded street, +And echoed through Ayodhya went +By many a loud-toned instrument. +Then all the people joyed to hear +That Rama with his consort dear +Had fasted till the morning light +In preparation for the rite. +Swiftly the joyful tidings through +Ayodhya's crowded city flew, +And soon as dawn appeared, each man +To decorate the town began. +[pg 096] +In all the temples bright and fair +As white clouds towering in the air, +In streets, and where the cross-ways met, +Where holy fig-trees had been set, +In open square, in sacred shade, +Where merchants' shops their wealth displayed, +On all the mansions of the great, +And householders of wealth and state, +Where'er the people loved to meet, +Where'er a tree adorned the street, +Gay banners floated to the wind, +And ribands round the staves were twined. +Then clear the singers' voices rang, +As, charming mind and ear, they sang. +Here players shone in bright attire, +There dancing women swelled the quire. +Each with his friend had much to say +Of Rama's consecration-day: +Yea, even children, as they played +At cottage doors beneath the shade. +The royal street with flowers was strown +Which loving hands in heaps had thrown, +And here and there rich incense lent +Its fragrance to the garland's scent; +And all was fresh and fair and bright +In honour of the coming rite. +With careful foresight to illume +With borrowed blaze the midnight gloom, +The crowds erected here and there +Trees in each street gay lamps to bear. +The city thus from side to side +In festal guise was beautified. +The people of the town who longed +To view the rite together thronged, +And filling every court and square +Praised the good king in converse there: +“Our high-souled king! He throws a grace +On old Ikshvaku's royal race. +He feels his years' increasing weight, +And makes his son associate. +Great joy to us the choice will bring +Of Rama for our lord and king. +The good and bad to him are known, +And long will he protect his own. +No pride his prudent breast may swell, +Most just, he loves his brothers well, +And to us all that love extends, +Cherished as brothers and as friends. +Long may our lord in life remain, +Good Daśaratha, free from stain, +By whose most gracious favour we +Rama anointed king shall see.” +Such were the words the townsmen spoke +Heard by the gathering countryfolk, +Who from the south, north, east, and west, +Stirred by the joyful tidings, pressed. +For by their eager longing led +To Rama's consecration sped +The villagers from every side, +And filled Ayodhya's city wide. +This way and that way strayed the crowd, +While rose a murmur long and loud, +As when the full moon floods the skies +And Ocean's waves with thunder rise. +That town, like Indra's city fair, +While peasants thronged her ways, +Tumultuous roared like Ocean, where +Each flood-born monster plays. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_82.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_82.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ada3f8891d5b35e80d424275b4fe196cece23d81 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_82.txt @@ -0,0 +1,128 @@ +Canto VIII. Manthara's Speech. + +It chanced a slave-born handmaid, bred +With Queen Kaikeyí, fancy-led, +Mounted the stair and stood upon +The terrace like the moon that shone. +Thence Manthara at ease surveyed +Ayodhya to her eyes displayed, +Where water cooled the royal street, +Where heaps of flowers were fresh and sweet, +And costly flags and pennons hung +On roof and tower their shadow flung; +With covered ways prepared in haste, +And many an awning newly placed; +With sandal-scented streams bedewed, +Thronged by a new bathed multitude: +Whose streets were full of Brahman bands +With wreaths and sweetmeats in their hands. +Loud instruments their music raised, +And through the town, where'er she gazed, +The doors of temples glittered white, +And the maid marvelled at the sight. +Of Rama's nurse who, standing by, +Gazed with a joy-expanded eye, +In robes of purest white attired, +The wondering damsel thus inquired: +“Does Rama's mother give away +Rich largess to the crowds to-day, +On some dear object fondly bent, +Or blest with measureless content? +What mean these signs of rare delight +On every side that meet my sight? +Say, will the king with joy elate +Some happy triumph celebrate?” +The nurse, with transport uncontrolled, +Her glad tale to the hump-back told: +“Our lord the king to-morrow morn +Will consecrate his eldest-born, +And raise, in Pushya's favouring hour, +Prince Rama to the royal power.” +As thus the nurse her tidings spoke, +Rage in the hump-back's breast awoke. +Down from the terrace, like the head +Of high Kailasa's hill, she sped. +Sin in her thoughts, her soul aflame, +Where Queen Kaikeyí slept, she came: +[pg 097] +“Why sleepest thou?” she cried, “arise, +Peril is near, unclose thine eyes. +Ah, heedless Queen, too blind to know +What floods of sin above thee flow! +Thy boasts of love and grace are o'er: +Thine is the show and nothing more. +His favour is an empty cheat, +A torrent dried by summer's heat.” +Thus by the artful maid addressed +In cruel words from raging breast, +The queen, sore troubled, spoke in turn; +“What evil news have I to learn? +That mournful eye, that altered cheek +Of sudden woe or danger speak.” +Such were the words Kaikeyí said: +Then Manthara, her eyeballs red +With fury, skilled with treacherous art +To grieve yet more her lady's heart, +From Rama, in her wicked hate, +Kaikeyí's love to alienate, +Upon her evil purpose bent +Began again most eloquent: +“Peril awaits thee swift and sure, +And utter woe defying cure; +King Daśaratha will create +Prince Rama Heir Associate. +Plunged in the depths of wild despair, +My soul a prey to pain and care, +As though the flames consumed me, zeal +Has brought me for my lady's weal, +Thy grief, my Queen, is grief to me: +Thy gain my greatest gain would be. +Proud daughter of a princely line, +The rights of consort queen are thine. +How art thou, born of royal race, +Blind to the crimes that kings debase? +Thy lord is gracious, to deceive, +And flatters, but thy soul to grieve, +While thy pure heart that thinks no sin +Knows not the snares that hem thee in. +Thy husband's lips on thee bestow +Soft soothing word, an empty show: +The wealth, the substance, and the power +This day will be Kauśalya's dower. +With crafty soul thy child he sends +To dwell among thy distant friends, +And, every rival far from sight, +To Rama gives the power and might. +Ah me! for thou, unhappy dame, +Deluded by a husband's name, +With more than mother's love hast pressed +A serpent to thy heedless breast, +And cherished him who works thee woe, +No husband but a deadly foe. +For like a snake, unconscious Queen, +Or enemy who stabs unseen, +King Daśaratha all untrue +Has dealt with thee and Bharat too. +Ah, simple lady, long beguiled +By his soft words who falsely smiled! +Poor victim of the guileless breast, +A happier fate thou meritest. +For thee and thine destruction waits +When he Prince Rama consecrates. +Up, lady, while there yet is time; +Preserve thyself, prevent the crime. +Up, from thy careless ease, and free +Thyself, O Queen, thy son, and me!” +Delighted at the words she said, +Kaikeyí lifted from the bed, +Like autumn's moon, her radiant head, +And joyous at the tidings gave +A jewel to the hump-back slave; +And as she gave the precious toy +She cried in her exceeding joy: +“Take this, dear maiden, for thy news +Most grateful to mine ear, and choose +What grace beside most fitly may +The welcome messenger repay. +I joy that Rama gains the throne: +Kauśalya's son is as mine own.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_83.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_83.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6bff77c6fee1cf9e19c68ef7800b1b5cf69018ef --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_83.txt @@ -0,0 +1,149 @@ +Canto IX. The Plot. + +The damsel's breast with fury burned: +She answered, as the gift she spurned: +“What time, O simple Queen, is this +For idle dreams of fancied bliss? +Hast thou not sense thy state to know, +Engulfed in seas of whelming woe; +Sick as I am with grief and pain +My lips can scarce a laugh restrain +To see thee hail with ill-timed joy +A peril mighty to destroy. +I mourn for one so fondly blind: +What woman of a prudent mind +Would welcome, e'en as thou hast done, +The lordship of a rival's son, +Rejoiced to find her secret foe +Empowered, like death, to launch the blow; +I see that Rama still must fear +Thy Bharat, to his throne too near. +Hence is my heart disquieted, +For those who fear are those we dread. +Lakshman, the mighty bow who draws, +With all his soul serves Rama's cause; +And chains as strong to Bharat bind +Śatrughna, with his heart and mind, +Now next to Rama, lady fair, +Thy Bharat is the lawful heir: +And far remote, I ween, the chance +That might the younger two advance. +Yes, Queen, 'tis Rama that I dread, +Wise, prompt, in warlike science bred; +And oh, I tremble when I think +Of thy dear child on ruin's brink. +[pg 098] +Blest with a lofty fate is she, +Kauśalya; for her son will be +Placed, when the moon and Pushya meet, +By Brahmans on the royal seat, +Thou as a slave in suppliant guise +Must wait upon Kauśalya's eyes, +With all her wealth and bliss secured +And glorious from her foes assured. +Her slave with us who serve thee, thou +Wilt see thy son to Rama bow, +And Síta's friends exult o'er all, +While Bharat's wife shares Bharat's fall.” +As thus the maid in wrath complained, +Kaikeyí saw her heart was pained, +And answered eager in defence +Of Rama's worth and excellence: +“Nay, Rama, born the monarch's heir, +By holy fathers trained with care, +Virtuous, grateful, pure, and true, +Claims royal sway as rightly due. +He, like a sire, will long defend +Each brother, minister, and friend. +Then why, O hump-back, art thou pained +To hear that he the throne has gained? +Be sure when Rama's empire ends, +The kingdom to my son descends, +Who, when a hundred years are flown, +Shall sit upon his fathers' throne. +Why is thine heart thus sad to see +The joy that is and long shall be, +This fortune by possession sure +And hopes which we may count secure? +Dear as the darling son I bore +Is Rama, yea, or even more. +Most duteous to Kauśalya, he +Is yet more dutiful to me. +What though he rule, we need not fear: +His brethren to his soul are dear. +And if the throne Prince Rama fill +Bharat will share the empire still.” +She ceased. The troubled damsel sighed +Sighs long and hot, and thus replied: +“What madness has possessed thy mind, +To warnings deaf, to dangers blind? +Canst thou not see the floods of woe +That threaten o'er thine head to flow: +First Rama will the throne acquire, +Then Rama's son succeed his sire, +While Bharat will neglected pine +Excluded from the royal line. +Not all his sons, O lady fair, +The kingdom of a monarch share: +All ruling when a sovereign dies +Wild tumult in the state would rise. +The eldest, be he good or ill, +Is ruler by the father's will. +Know, tender mother, that thy son +Without a friend and all undone, +Far from the joyous ease of home +An alien from his race will roam. +I sped to thee for whom I feel, +But thy fond heart mistakes my zeal, +Thy hand a present would bestow +Because thy rival triumphs so. +When Rama once begins his sway +Without a foe his will to stay, +Thy darling Bharat he will drive +To distant lands if left alive. +By thee the child was sent away +Beneath his grandsire's roof to stay. +Even in stocks and stones perforce +Will friendship spring from intercourse. +The young Śatrughna too would go +With Bharat, for he loved him so. +As Lakshman still to Rama cleaves, +He his dear Bharat never leaves. +There is an ancient tale they tell: +A tree the foresters would fell +Was saved by reeds that round it stood, +For love that sprang of neighbourhood. +So Lakshman Rama will defend, +And each on each for aid depend. +Such fame on earth their friendship wins +As that which binds the Heavenly Twins. +And Rama ne'er will purpose wrong +To Lakshman, for their love is strong. +But Bharat, Oh, of this be sure, +Must evil at his hands endure. +Come, Rama from his home expel +An exile in the woods to dwell. +The plan, O Queen, which I advise +Secures thy weal if thou be wise. +So we and all thy kith and kin +Advantage from thy gain shall win. +Shall Bharat, meet for happier fate, +Born to endure his rival's hate, +With all his fortune ruined cower +And dread his brother's mightier power! +Up, Queen, to save thy son, arise; +Prostrate at Rama's feet he lies. +So the proud elephant who leads +His trooping consorts through the reeds +Falls in the forest shade beneath +The lion's spring and murderous teeth. +Scorned by thee in thy bliss and pride +Kauśalya was of old defied, +And will she now forbear to show +The vengeful rancour of a foe? +O Queen, thy darling is undone +When Rama's hand has once begun +Ayodhya's realm to sway, +Come, win the kingdom for thy child +And drive the alien to the wild +In banishment to-day.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_84.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_84.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..13718a61e0f1efe867ca440798898a755bc53ce9 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_84.txt @@ -0,0 +1,216 @@ +Canto X. Dasaratha's Speech. + +As fury lit Kaikeyí's eyes +She spoke with long and burning sighs: +[pg 099] +“This day my son enthroned shall see, +And Rama to the woods shall flee. +But tell me, damsel, if thou can, +A certain way, a skilful plan +That Bharat may the empire gain, +And Rama's hopes be nursed in vain.” +The lady ceased. The wicked maid +The mandate of her queen obeyed, +And darkly plotting Rama's fall +Responded to Kaikeyí's call. +“I will declare, do thou attend, +How Bharat may his throne ascend. +Dost thou forget what things befell? +Or dost thou feign, remembering well? +Or wouldst thou hear my tongue repeat +A story for thy need so meet? +Gay lady, if thy will be so, +Now hear the tale of long ago, +And when my tongue has done its part +Ponder the story in thine heart. +When Gods and demons fought of old, +Thy lord, with royal saints enrolled, +Sped to the war with thee to bring +His might to aid the Immortals' King. +Far to the southern land he sped +Where Danḍak's mighty wilds are spread, +To Vaijayanta's city swayed +By Śambara, whose flag displayd +The hugest monster of the sea. +Lord of a hundred wiles was be; +With might which Gods could never blame +Against the King of Heaven he came. +Then raged the battle wild and dread, +And mortal warriors fought and bled; +The fiends by night with strength renewed +Charged, slew the sleeping multitude. +Thy lord, King Daśaratha, long +Stood fighting with the demon throng, +But long of arm, unmatched in strength, +Fell wounded by their darts at length. +Thy husband, senseless, by thine aid +Was from the battle field conveyed, +And wounded nigh to death thy lord +Was by thy care to health restored. +Well pleased the grateful monarch sware +To grant thy first and second prayer. +Thou for no favour then wouldst sue, +The gifts reserved for season due; +And he, thy high-souled lord, agreed +To give the boons when thou shouldst need. +Myself I knew not what befell, +But oft the tale have heard thee tell, +And close to thee in friendship knit +Deep in my heart have treasured it. +Remind thy husband of his oath, +Recall the boons and claim them both, +That Bharat on the throne be placed +With rites of consecration graced, +And Rama to the woods be sent +For twice seven years of banishment. +Go, Queen, the mourner's chamber270 seek, +With angry eye and burning cheek; +And with disordered robes and hair +On the cold earth lie prostrate there. +When the king comes still mournful lie, +Speak not a word nor meet his eye, +But let thy tears in torrent flow, +And lie enamoured of thy woe. +Well do I know thou long hast been, +And ever art, his darling queen. +For thy dear sake, O well-loved dame, +The mighty king would brave the flame, +But ne'er would anger thee, or brook +To meet his favourite's wrathful look. +Thy loving lord would even die +Thy fancy, Queen, to gratify, +And never could he arm his breast +To answer nay to thy request. +Listen and learn, O dull of sense, +Thine all-resistless influence. +Gems he will offer, pearls and gold: +Refuse his gifts, be stern and cold. +Those proffered boons at length recall, +And claim them till he grants thee all. +And O my lady, high in bliss, +With heedful thought forget not this. +When from the ground his queen he lifts +And grants again the promised gifts, +Bind him with oaths he cannot break +And thy demands unflnching, make. +That Rama travel to the wild +Five years and nine from home exiled, +And Bharat, best of all who reign, +The empire of the land obtain. +For when this term of years has fled +Over the banished Rama's head, +Thy royal son to vigour grown +And rooted firm will stand alone. +The king, I know, is well inclined, +And this the hour to move his mind. +Be bold: the threatened rite prevent, +And force the king from his intent.” +She ceased. So counselled to her bane +Disguised beneath a show of gain, +Kaikeyí in her joy and pride +To Manthara again replied: +“Thy sense I envy, prudent maid; +With sagest lore thy lids persuade. +No hump-back maid in all the earth, +For wise resolve, can match thy worth. +Thou art alone with constant zeal +Devoted to thy lady's weal. +Dear girl, without thy faithful aid +I had not marked the plot he laid. +[pg 100] +Full of all guile and sin and spite +Misshapen hump-backs shock the sight: +But thou art fair and formed to please, +Bent like a lily by the breeze. +I look thee o'er with watchful eye, +And in thy frame no fault can spy; +The chest so deep, the waist so trim, +So round the lines of breast and limb.271 +Thy cheeks with moonlike beauty shine, +And the warm wealth of youth is thine. +Thy legs, my girl, are long and neat, +And somewhat long thy dainty feet, +While stepping out before my face +Thou seemest like a crane to pace. +The thousand wiles are in thy breast +Which Śambara the fiend possessed, +And countless others all thine own, +O damsel sage, to thee are known. +Thy very hump becomes thee too, +O thou whose face is fair to view, +For there reside in endless store +Plots, wizard wiles, and warrior lore. +A golden chain I'll round it fling +When Rama's flight makes Bharat king: +Yea, polished links of finest gold, +When once the wished for prize I hold +With naught to fear and none to hate, +Thy hump, dear maid, shall decorate. +A golden frontlet wrought with care, +And precious jewels shalt thou wear: +Two lovely robes around thee fold, +And walk a Goddess to behold, +Bidding the moon himself compare +His beauty with a face so fair. +With scent of precious sandal sweet +Down to the nails upon thy feet, +First of the household thou shalt go +And pay with scorn each battled foe.” +Kaikeyí's praise the damsel heard, +And thus again her lady stirred, +Who lay upon her beauteous bed +Like fire upon the altar fed: +“Dear Queen, they build the bridge in vain +When swollen streams are dry again. +Arise, thy glorious task complete, +And draw the king to thy retreat.” +The large-eyed lady left her bower +Exulting in her pride of power, +And with the hump-back sought the gloom +And silence of the mourner's room. +The string of priceless pearls that hung +Around her neck to earth she flung, +With all the wealth and lustre lent +By precious gem and ornament. +Then, listening to her slave's advice, +Lay, like a nymph from Paradise. +As on the ground her limbs she laid +Once more she cried unto the maid: +“Soon must thou to the monarch say +Kaikeyí's soul has past away, +Or, Rama banished as we planned, +My son made king shall rule the land. +No more for gold and gems I care, +For brave attire or dainty fare. +If Rama should the throne ascend, +That very hour my life will end.” +The royal lady wounded through +The bosom with the darts that flew +Launched from the hump-back's tongue +Pressed both her hands upon her side, +And o'er and o'er again she cried +With wildering fury stung: +“Yes, it shall be thy task to tell +That I have hurried hence to dwell +In Yama's realms of woe, +Or happy Bharat shall be king, +And doomed to years of wandering +Kauśalya's son shall go. +I heed not dainty viands now +Fair wreaths of flowers to twine my brow, +Soft balm or precious scent: +My very life I count as naught, +Nothing on earth can claim my thought +But Rama's banishment.” +She spoke these words of cruel ire; +Then stripping off her gay attire, +The cold bare floor she pressed. +So, falling from her home on high, +Some lovely daughter of the sky +Upon the ground might rest. +With darkened brow and furious mien, +Stripped of her gems and wreath, the queen +In spotless beauty lay, +Like heaven obscured with gathering cloud, +When shades of midnight darkness shroud +Each star's expiring ray. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_85.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_85.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e6069b0d24d6e1a44eed6da56da10dee7d806649 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_85.txt @@ -0,0 +1,166 @@ +Canto XI. The Queen's Demand. + +As Queen Kaikeyí thus obeyed +The sinful counsel of her maid +She sank upon the chamber floor, +As sinks in anguish, wounded sore, +An elephant beneath the smart +Of the wild hunter's venomed dart. +The lovely lady in her mind +Revolved the plot her maid designed, +And prompt the gain and risk to scan +She step by step approved the plan. +Misguided by the hump-back's guile +She pondered her resolve awhile, +As the fair path that bliss secured +The miserable lady lured, +[pg 101] +Devoted to her queen, and swayed +By hopes of gain and bliss, the maid +Rejoiced, her lady's purpose known, +And deemed the prize she sought her own. +Then bent upon her purpose dire, +Kaikeyí with her soul on fire, +Upon the floor lay, languid, down, +Her brows contracted in a frown. +The bright-hued wreath that bound her hair, +Chains, necklets, jewels rich and rare, +Stripped off by her own fingers lay +Spread on the ground in disarray, +And to the floor a lustre lent +As stars light up the firmament. +Thus prostrate in the mourner's cell, +In garb of woe the lady fell, +Her long hair in a single braid, +Like some fair nymph of heaven dismayed.272 +The monarch, Rama to install, +With thoughtful care had ordered all, +And now within his home withdrew, +Dismissing first his retinue. +Now all the town has heard, thought he, +What joyful rite the morn will see. +So turned he to her bower to cheer +With the glad news his darling's ear. +Majestic, as the Lord of Night, +When threatened by the Dragon's might, +Bursts radiant on the evening sky +Pale with the clouds that wander by, +So Daśaratha, great in fame, +To Queen Kaikeyí's palace came. +There parrots flew from tree to tree, +And gorgeous peacocks wandered free, +While ever and anon was heard +The note of some glad water-bird. +Here loitered dwarf and hump-backed maid, +There lute and lyre sweet music played. +Here, rich in blossom, creepers twined +O'er grots with wondrous art designed, +There Champac and Aśoka flowers +Hung glorious o'er the summer bowers, +And mid the waving verdure rose +Gold, silver, ivory porticoes. +Through all the months in ceaseless store +The trees both fruit and blossom bore. +With many a lake the grounds were graced; +Seats gold and silver, here were placed; +Here every viand wooed the taste, +It was a garden meet to vie +E'en with the home of Gods on high. +Within the mansion rich and vast +The mighty Daśaratha passed: +Not there was his beloved queen +On her fair couch reclining seen. +With love his eager pulses beat +For the dear wife he came to meet, +And in his blissful hopes deceived, +He sought his absent love and grieved. +For never had she missed the hour +Of meeting in her sumptuous bower, +And never had the king of men +Entered the empty room till then. +Still urged by love and anxious thought +News of his favourite queen he sought, +For never had his loving eyes +Found her or selfish or unwise. +Then spoke at length the warder maid, +With hands upraised and sore afraid: +“My Lord and King, the queen has sought +The mourner's cell with rage distraught.” +The words the warder maiden said +He heard with soul disquieted, +And thus as fiercer grief assailed, +His troubled senses wellnigh failed. +Consumed by torturing fires of grief +The king, the world's imperial chief, +His lady lying on the ground +In most unqueenly posture, found. +The aged king, all pure within, +Saw the young queen resolved on sin, +Low on the ground, his own sweet wife, +To him far dearer than his life, +Like some fair creeping plant uptorn, +Or like a maid of heaven forlorn, +A nymph of air or Goddess sent +From Swarga down in banishment. +As some wild elephant who tries +To soothe his consort as she lies +Struck by the hunter's venomed dart, +So the great king disturbed in heart, +Strove with soft hand and fond caress +To soothe his darling queen's distress, +And in his love addressed with sighs +The lady of the lotus eyes: +“I know not, Queen, why thou shouldst be +Thus angered to the heart with me. +Say, who has slighted thee, or whence +Has come the cause of such offence +That in the dust thou liest low, +And rendest my fond heart with woe, +As if some goblin of the night +Had struck thee with a deadly blight, +And cast foul influence on her +Whose spells my loving bosom stir? +I have Physicians famed for skill, +Each trained to cure some special ill: +My sweetest lady, tell thy pain, +And they shall make thee well again. +Whom, darling, wouldst thou punished see? +Or whom enriched with lordly fee? +[pg 102] +Weep not, my lovely Queen, and stay +This grief that wears thy frame away; +Speak, and the guilty shall be freed. +The guiltless be condemned to bleed, +The poor enriched, the rich abased, +The low set high, the proud disgraced. +My lords and I thy will obey, +All slaves who own thy sovereign sway; +And I can ne'er my heart incline +To check in aught one wish of thine. +Now by my life I pray thee tell +The thoughts that in thy bosom dwell. +The power and might thou knowest well, +Should from thy breast all doubt expel. +I swear by all my merit won, +Speak, and thy pleasure shall be done. +Far as the world's wide bounds extend +My glorious empire knows no end. +Mine are the tribes in eastern lands, +And those who dwell on Sindhu's sands: +Mine is Surashṭra, far away, +Suvíra's realm admits my sway. +My best the southern nations fear, +The Angas and the Vangas hear. +And as lord paramount I reign +O'er Magadh and the Matsyas' plain, +Kośal, and Kaśi's wide domain:273 +All rich in treasures of the mine, +In golden corn, sheep, goats, and kine. +Choose what thou wilt. Kaikeyí, thence: +But tell me, O my darling, whence +Arose thy grief, and it shall fly +Like hoar-frost when the sun is high.” +She, by his loving words consoled, +Longed her dire purpose to unfold, +And sought with sharper pangs to wring +The bosom of her lord the king. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_86.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_86.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..999359b6c44e4efca2d252b34ae617034ae32541 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_86.txt @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +Canto XII. Dasaratha's Lament. + +To him enthralled by love, and blind, +Pierced by his darts who shakes the mind,274 +Kaikeyí with remorseless breast +Her grand purpose thus expressed: +“O King, no insult or neglect +Have I endured, or disrespect. +One wish I have, and faith would see +That longing granted, lord, by thee. +Now pledge thy word if thou incline +To listen to this prayer of mine, +Then I with confidence will speak, +And thou shalt hear the boon I seek.” +Ere she had ceased, the monarch fell, +A victim to the lady's spell, +And to the deadly snare she set +Sprang, like a roebuck to the net. +Her lover raised her drooping head, +Smiled, playing with her hair, and said: +“Hast thou not learnt, wild dame, till now +That there is none so dear as thou +To me thy loving husband, save +My Rama bravest of the brave? +By him my race's high-souled heir, +By him whom none can match, I swear, +Now speak the wish that on thee weighs: +By him whose right is length of days, +Whom if my fond paternal eye +Saw not one hour I needs must die,— +I swear by Rama my dear son, +Speak, and thy bidding shall be done. +Speak, darling; if thou choose, request +To have the heart from out my breast; +Regard my words, sweet love, and name +The wish thy mind thinks fit to frame. +Nor let thy soul give way to doubt: +My power should drive suspicion out. +Yea, by my merits won I swear, +Speak, darling, I will grant thy prayer.” +The queen, ambitious, overjoyed +To see him by her plot decoyed, +More eager still her aims to reach, +Spoke her abominable speech: +“A boon thou grantest, nothing loth, +And swearest with repeated oath. +Now let the thirty Gods and three +My witnesses, with Indra, be. +Let sun and moon and planets hear, +Heaven, quarters, day and night, give ear. +The mighty world, the earth outspread, +With bards of heaven and demons dread; +The ghosts that walk in midnight shade, +And household Gods, our present aid, +A every being great and small +To hear and mark the oath I call.” +When thus the archer king was bound, +With treacherous arts and oaths enwound, +She to her bounteous lord subdued +By blinding love, her speech renewed: +“Remember, King, that long-past day +Of Gods' and demons' battle fray. +And how thy foe in doubtful strife +Had nigh bereft thee of thy life. +Remember, it was only I +Preserved thee when about to die, +And thou for watchful love and care +Wouldst grant my first and second prayer. +Those offered boons, pledged with thee then, +I now demand, O King of men, +[pg 103] +Of thee, O Monarch, good and just, +Whose righteous soul observes each trust. +If thou refuse thy promise sworn, +I die, despised, before the morn. +These rites in Rama's name begun— +Transfer them, and enthrone my son. +The time is come to claim at last +The double boon of days long-past, +When Gods and demons met in fight, +And thou wouldst fain my care requite. +Now forth to Danḍak's forest drive +Thy Rama for nine years and five, +And let him dwell a hermit there +With deerskin coat and matted hair. +Without a rival let my boy +The empire of the land enjoy, +And let mine eyes ere morning see +Thy Rama to the forest flee.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_87.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_87.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9181d002780b6f121dca2be89eb9fcb509511a36 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_87.txt @@ -0,0 +1,428 @@ +Canto XIII. Dasaratha's Distress. + +The monarch, as Kaikeyí pressed +With cruel words her dire request, +Stood for a time absorbed in thought +While anguish in his bosom wrought. +“Does some wild dream my heart assail? +Or do my troubled senses fail? +Does some dire portent scare my view? +Or frenzy's stroke my soul subdue?” +Thus as he thought, his troubled mind +In doubt and dread no rest could find, +Distressed and trembling like a deer +Who sees the dreaded tigress near. +On the bare ground his limbs he threw, +And many a long deep sigh he drew, +Like a wild snake, with fury blind, +By charms within a ring confined. +Once as the monarch's fury woke, +“Shame on thee!” from his bosom broke, +And then in sense-bewildering pain +He fainted on the ground again. +At length, when slowly strength returned, +He answered as his eyeballs burned +With the wild fury of his ire +Consuming her, as 'twere, with fire: +“Fell traitress, thou whose thoughts design +The utter ruin of my line, +What wrong have I or Rama done? +Speak murderess, speak thou wicked one, +Seeks he not evermore to please +Thee with all sonlike courtesies? +By what persuasion art thou led +To bring this ruin on his head? +Ah me, that fondly unaware +I brought thee home my life to share, +Called daughter of a king, in truth +A serpent with a venomed tooth! +What fault can I pretend to find +In Rama praised by all mankind, +That I my darling should forsake? +No, take my life, my glory take: +Let either queen be from me torn, +But not my well-loved eldest-born. +Him but to see is highest bliss, +And death itself his face to miss. +The world may sunless stand, the grain +May thrive without the genial rain, +But if my Rama be not nigh +My spirit from its frame will fly. +Enough, thine impious plan forgo, +O thou who plottest sin and woe. +My head before thy feet, I kneel, +And pray thee some compassion feel. +O wicked dame, what can have led +Thy heart to dare a plot so dread? +Perchance thy purpose is to sound +The grace thy son with me has found; +Perchance the words that, all these days, +Thou still hast said in Rama's praise, +Were only feigned, designed to cheer +With flatteries a father's ear. +Soon as thy grief, my Queen, I knew, +My bosom felt the anguish too. +In empty halls art thou possessed, +And subject to anothers' hest? +Now on Ikshvaku's ancient race +Falls foul disorder and disgrace, +If thou, O Queen, whose heart so long +Has loved the good should choose the wrong. +Not once, O large-eyed dame, hast thou +Been guilty of offence till now, +Nor said a word to make me grieve, +Now will I now thy sin believe. +With thee my Rama used to hold +Like place with Bharat lofty-souled. +As thou so often, when the pair +Were children yet, wouldst fain declare. +And can thy righteous soul endure +That Rama glorious, pious, pure, +Should to the distant wilds be sent +For fourteen years of banishment? +Yea, Rama Bharat's self exceeds +In love to thee and sonlike deeds, +And, for deserving love of thee, +As Bharat, even so is he. +Who better than that chieftain may +Obedience, love, and honour pay, +Thy dignity with care protect, +Thy slightest word and wish respect? +Of all his countless followers none +Can breathe a word against my son; +Of many thousands not a dame +Can hint reproach or whisper blame. +All creatures feel the sweet control +Of Rama's pure and gentle soul. +The pride of Manu's race he binds +To him the people's grateful minds. +He wins the subjects with his truth, +[pg 104] +The poor with gifts and gentle ruth, +His teachers with his docile will, +The foemen with his archer skill. +Truth, purity, religious zeal, +The hand to give, the heart to feel, +The love that ne'er betrays a friend, +The rectitude that naught can bend, +Knowledge, and meek obedience grace +My Rama pride of Raghu's race. +Canst thou thine impious plot design +'Gainst him in whom these virtues shine, +Whose glory with the sages vies, +Peer of the Gods who rule the skies! +From him no harsh or bitter word +To pain one creature have I heard, +And how can I my son address, +For thee, with words of bitterness? +Have mercy, Queen: some pity show +To see my tears of anguish flow, +And listen to my mournful cry, +A poor old man who soon must die. +Whate'er this sea-girt land can boast +Of rich and rare from coast to coast, +To thee, my Queen, I give it all: +But O, thy deadly words recall: +O see, my suppliant hands entreat, +Again my lips are on thy feet: +Save Rama, save my darling child, +Nor kill me with this sin defiled.” +He grovelled on the ground, and lay +To burning grief a senseless prey, +And ever and anon, assailed +By floods of woe he wept and wailed, +Striving with eager speed to gain +The margent of his sea of pain. +With fiercer words she fiercer yet +The hapless father's pleading met: +“O Monarch, if thy soul repent +The promise and thy free consent, +How wilt thou in the world maintain +Thy fame for truth unsmirched with stain? +When gathered kings with thee converse, +And bid thee all the tale rehearse, +What wilt thou say, O truthful King, +In answer to their questioning? +“She to whose love my life I owe, +Who saved me smitten by the foe, +Kaikeyí, for her tender care, +Was cheated of the oath I sware.” +Thus wilt thou answer, and forsworn +Wilt draw on thee the princes' scorn. +Learn from that tale, the Hawk and Dove,275 +How strong for truth was Saivya's love. +Pledged by his word the monarch gave +His flesh the suppliant bird to save. +So King Alarka gave his eyes, +And gained a mansion in the skies. +The Sea himself his promise keeps, +And ne'er beyond his limit sweeps. +My deeds of old again recall, +Nor let thy bond dishonoured fall. +The rights of truth thou wouldst forget, +Thy Rama on the throne to set, +And let thy days in pleasure glide, +Fond King, Kauśalya by thy side. +Now call it by what name thou wilt, +Justice, injustice, virtue, guilt, +Thy word and oath remain the same, +And thou must yield what thus I claim. +If Rama be anointed, I +This very day will surely die, +Before thy face will poison drink, +And lifeless at thy feet will sink. +Yea, better far to die than stay +Alive to see one single day +The crowds before Kauśalya stand +And hail her queen with reverent hand. +Now by my son, myself, I swear, +No gift, no promise whatsoe'er +My steadfast soul shall now content, +But only Rama's banishment.” +So far she spake by rage impelled, +And then the queen deep silence held. +He heard her speech full fraught with ill, +But spoke no word bewildered still, +Gazed on his love once held so dear +Who spoke unlovely rede to hear; +Then as he slowly pondered o'er +The queen's resolve and oath she swore. +Once sighing forth, Ah Rama! he +Fell prone as falls a smitten tree. +His senses lost like one insane, +Faint as a sick man weak with pain, +Or like a wounded snake dismayed, +So lay the king whom earth obeyed. +Long burning sighs he slowly heaved, +As, conquered by his woe, he grieved, +And thus with tears and sobs between +His sad faint words addressed the queen: +“By whom, Kaikeyí, wast thou taught +This flattering hope with ruin fraught? +Have goblins seized thy soul, O dame, +Who thus canst speak and feel no shame? +Thy mind with sin is sicklied o'er, +From thy first youth ne'er seen before. +A good and loving wife wast thou, +But all, alas! is altered now. +What terror can have seized thy breast +To make thee frame this dire request, +That Bharat o'er the land may reign, +And Rama in the woods remain? +Turn from thine evil ways, O turn, +And thy perfidious counsel spurn, +If thou would fain a favour do +To people, lord, and Bharat too. +O wicked traitress, fierce and vile, +Who lovest deeds of sin and guile, +[pg 105] +What crime or grievance dost thou see, +What fault in Rama or in me? +Thy son will ne'er the throne accept +If Rama from his rights be kept, +For Bharat's heart more firmly yet +Than Rama's is on justice set. +How shall I say, Go forth, and brook +Upon my Rama's face to look, +See his pale cheek and ashy lips +Dimmed like the moon in sad eclipse? +How see the plan so well prepared +When prudent friends my counsels shared, +All ruined, like a host laid low +Beneath some foeman's murderous blow. +What will these gathered princes say, +From regions near and far away? +“O'erlong endures the monarch's reign, +or now he is a child again.” +When many a good and holy sage +In Scripture versed, revered for age, +Shall ask for Rama, what shall I +Unhappy, what shall I reply? +“By Queen Kaikeyí long distressed +I drove him forth and dispossessed.” +Although herein the truth I speak, +They all will hold me false and weak. +What will Kauśalya say when she +Demands her son exiled by me? +Alas! what answer shall I frame, +Or how console the injured dame? +She like a slave on me attends, +And with a sister's care she blends +A mother's love, a wife's, a friend's. +In spite of all her tender care, +Her noble son, her face most fair, +Another queen I could prefer +And for thy sake neglected her, +But now, O Queen, my heart is grieved +For love and care by thee received, +E'en as the sickening wretch repents +His dainty meal and condiments. +And how will Queen Sumitra trust +The husband whom she finds unjust, +Seeing my Rama driven hence +Dishonoured, and for no offence? +Ah! the Videhan bride will hear +A double woe, a double fear, +Two whelming sorrows at one breath, +Her lord's disgrace, his father's death. +Mine aged bosom she will wring +And kill me with her sorrowing, +Sad as a fair nymph left to weep +Deserted on Himalaya's steep. +For short will be my days, I ween, +When I with mournful eyes have seen +My Rama wandering forth alone +And heard dear Síta sob and moan. +Ah me! my fond belief I rue. +Vile traitress, loved as good and true, +As one who in his thirst has quaffed, +Deceived by looks, a deadly draught. +Ah! thou hast slain me, murderess, while +Soothing my soul with words of guile, +As the wild hunter kills the deer +Lured from the brake his song to hear. +Soon every honest tongue will fling +Reproach on the dishonest king; +The people's scorn in every street +The seller of his child will meet, +And such dishonour will be mine +As whelms a Brahman drunk with wine. +Ah me, for my unhappy fate, +Compelled thy words to tolerate! +Such woe is sent to scourge a crime +Committed in some distant time. +For many a day with sinful care +I cherished thee, thou sin and snare, +Kept thee, unwitting, like a cord +Destined to bind its hapless lord. +Mine hours of ease I spent with thee, +Nor deemed my love my death would be, +While like a heedless child I played, +On a black snake my hand I laid. +A cry from every mouth will burst +And all the world will hold me curst, +Because I saw my high-souled son +Unkinged, unfathered, and undone; +“The king by power of love beguiled +Is weaker than a foolish child, +His own beloved son to make +An exile for a woman's sake. +By chaste and holy vows restrained, +By reverend teachers duly trained. +When he his virtue's fruit should taste +He falls by sin and woe disgraced.” +Two words will all his answer be +When I pronounce the stern decree, +“Hence, Rama, to the woods away,” +All he will say is, I obey. +O, if he would my will withstand +When banished from his home and land, +This were a comfort in my woe; +But he will ne'er do this, I know. +My Rama to the forest fled, +And curses thick upon my head, +Grim Death will bear me hence away, +His world-abominated prey. +When I am gone and Rama too. +How wilt thou those I love pursue? +What vengeful sin will be designed +Against the queens I leave behind? +When thou hast slain her son and me +Kauśalya soon will follow: she +Will sink beneath her sorrows' weight, +And die like me disconsolate. +Exist, Kaikeyí, in thy pride, +And let thy heart be gratified, +When thou my queens and me hast hurled, +And children, to the under world. +Soon wilt thou rule as empress o'er +My noble house unvext before. +But then to wild confusion left, +[pg 106] +Of Rama and of me bereft. +If Bharat to thy plan consent +And long for Rama's banishment, +Ne'er let his hands presume to pay +The funeral honours to my clay. +Vile foe, thou cause of all mine ill, +Obtain at last thy cursed will. +A widow soon shalt thou enjoy +The sweets of empire with thy boy. +O Princess, sure some evil fate +First brought thee here to devastate, +In whom the night of ruin lies +Veiled in a consort's fair disguise. +The scorn of all and deepest shame +Will long pursue my hated name, +And dire disgrace on me will press, +Misled by thee to wickedness. +How shall my Rama, whom, before, +His elephant or chariot bore, +Now with his feet, a wanderer, tread +The forest wilds around him spread? +How shall my son, to please whose taste, +The deftest cooks, with earrings graced, +With rivalry and jealous care +The dainty meal and cates prepare— +How shall he now his life sustain +With acid fruit and woodland grain? +He spends his time unvext by cares, +And robes of precious texture wears: +How shall he, with one garment round +His limbs recline upon the ground? +Whose was this plan, this cruel thought +Unheard till now, with ruin fraught, +To make thy son Ayodhya's king, +And send my Rama wandering? +Shame, shame on women! Vile, untrue, +Their selfish ends they still pursue. +Not all of womankind I mean. +But more than all this wicked queen. +O worthless, cruel, selfish dame, +I brought thee home, my plague and woe. +What fault in me hast thou to blame, +Or in my son who loves thee so? +Fond wives may from their husbands flee, +And fathers may their sons desert, +But all the world would rave to see +My Rama touched with deadly hurt. +I joy his very step to hear, +As though his godlike form I viewed; +And when I see my Rama near +I feel my youth again renewed. +There might be life without the sun, +Yea, e'en if Indra sent no rain, +But, were my Rama banished, none +Would, so I think, alive remain. +A foe that longs my life to take, +I brought thee here my death to be, +Caressed thee long, a venomed snake, +And through my folly die. Ah me! +Rama and me and Lakshman slay, +And then with Bharat rule the state; +So bring the kingdom to decay, +And fawn on those thy lord who hate, +Plotter of woe, for evil bred, +For such a speech why do not all +Thy teeth from out thy wicked head +Split in a thousand pieces fall? +My Rama's words are ever kind, +He knows not how to speak in ire: +Then how canst thou presume to find +A fault in him whom all admire? +Yield to despair, go mad, or die, +Or sink within the rifted earth; +Thy fell request will I deny, +Thou shamer of thy royal birth. +Thy longer life I scarce can bear, +Thou ruin of my home and race, +Who wouldst my heart and heartstrings tear, +Keen as a razor, false and base. +My life is gone, why speak of joy? +For what, without my son, were sweet? +Spare, lady, him thou canst destroy; +I pray thee as I touch thy feet.” +He fell and wept with wild complaint, +Heart-struck by her presumptuous speech, +But could not touch, so weak and faint, +The cruel feet he strove to reach. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_88.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_88.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..538995ae38e9c1e371220e20ce8870203e1826a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_88.txt @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +Canto XIV. Rama Summoned. + +Unworthy of his mournful fate, +The mighty king, unfortunate, +Lay prostrate in unseemly guise, +As, banished from the blissful skies, +Yayati, in his evil day. +His merit all exhausted, lay.276 +The queen, triumphant in the power +Won by her beauty's fatal dower, +Still terrible and unsubdued, +Her dire demand again renewed: +“Great Monarch, 'twas thy boast till now +To love the truth and keep the vow; +Then wherefore would thy lips refuse +The promised boon 'tis mine to choose?” +King Daśaratha, thus addressed, +With anger raging in his breast, +Sank for a while beneath the pain, +Then to Kaikeyí spoke again: +[pg 107] +“Childless so long, at length I won, +With mighty toil, from Heaven a son, +Rama, the mighty-armed; and how +Shall I desert my darling now? +A scholar wise, a hero bold, +Of patient mood, with wrath controlled, +How can I bid my Rama fly, +My darling of the lotus eye? +In heaven itself I scarce could bear, +When asking of my Rama there, +To hear the Gods his griefs declare, +And O, that death would take me hence +Before I wrong his innocence!” +As thus the monarch wept and wailed, +And maddening grief his heart assailed, +The sun had sought his resting-place, +And night was closing round apace. +But yet the moon-crowned night could bring +No comfort to the wretched king. +As still he mourned with burning sighs +And fixed his gaze upon the skies: +“O Night whom starry fires adorn, +I long not for the coming morn. +Be kind and show some mercy: see, +My suppliant hands are raised to thee. +Nay, rather fly with swifter pace; +No longer would I see the face +Of Queen Kaikeyí, cruel, dread, +Who brings this woe upon mine head.” +Again with suppliant hands he tried +To move the queen, and wept and sighed: +“To me, unhappy me, inclined +To good, sweet dame, thou shouldst be kind; +Whose life is well-nigh fled, who cling +To thee for succour, me thy king. +This, only this, is all my claim: +Have mercy, O my lovely dame. +None else have I to take my part, +Have mercy: thou art good at heart. +Hear, lady of the soft black eye, +And win a name that ne'er shall die: +Let Rama rule this glorious land, +The gift of thine imperial hand. +O lady of the dainty waist, +With eyes and lips of beauty graced, +Please Rama, me, each saintly priest, +Bharat, and all from chief to least.” +She heard his wild and mournful cry, +She saw the tears his speech that broke, +Saw her good husband's reddened eye, +But, cruel still, no word she spoke. +His eyes upon her face he bent, +And sought for mercy, but in vain: +She claimed his darling's banishment, +He swooned upon the ground again. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_89.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_89.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc03493f7417ae9321e0de902cc6a8d60f0f47f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_89.txt @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ +Canto XV. The Preparations. + +The wicked queen her speech renewed, +When rolling on the earth she viewed +Ikshvaku's son, Ayodhya's king, +For his dear Rama sorrowing: +“Why, by a simple promise bound, +Liest thou prostrate on the ground, +As though a grievous sin dismayed +Thy spirit! Why so sore afraid? +Keep still thy word. The righteous deem +That truth, mid duties, is supreme: +And now in truth and honour's name +I bid thee own the binding claim. +Śaivya, a king whom earth obeyed, +Once to a hawk a promise made, +Gave to the bird his flesh and bone, +And by his truth made heaven his own.277 +Alarka, when a Brahman famed +For Scripture lore his promise claimed, +Tore from his head his bleeding eyes +And unreluctant gave the prize. +His narrow bounds prescribed restrain +The Rivers' Lord, the mighty main, +Who, though his waters boil and rave, +Keeps faithful to the word he gave. +Truth all religion comprehends, +Through all the world its might extends: +In truth alone is justice placed, +On truth the words of God are based: +A life in truth unchanging past +Will bring the highest bliss at last. +If thou the right would still pursue, +Be constant to thy word and true: +Let me thy promise fruitful see, +For boons, O King, proceed from thee. +Now to preserve thy righteous fame, +And yielding to my earnest claim— +Thrice I repeat it—send thy child, +Thy Rama, to the forest wild. +But if the boon thou still deny, +Before thy face, forlorn, I die.” +Thus was the helpless monarch stung +By Queen Kaikeyí's fearless tongue, +As Bali strove in vain to loose +His limbs from Indra's fatal noose. +Dismayed in soul and pale with fear, +The monarch, like a trembling steer +Between the chariot's wheel and yoke, +Again to Queen Kaikeyí spoke, +With sad eyes fixt in vacant stare, +Gathering courage from despair: +“That hand I took, thou sinful dame, +With texts, before the sacred flame, +Thee and thy son, I scorn and hate, +And all at once repudiate. +[pg 108] +The night is fled: the dawn is near: +Soon will the holy priests be here +To bid me for the rite prepare +That with my son the throne will share, +The preparation made to grace +My Rama in his royal place— +With this, e'en this, my darling for +My death the funeral flood shall pour. +Thou and thy son at least forbear +In offerings to my shade to share, +For by the plot thy guile has laid +His consecration will be stayed. +This very day how shall I brook +To meet each subject's altered look? +To mark each gloomy joyless brow +That was so bright and glad but now?” +While thus the high-souled monarch spoke +To the stern queen, the Morning broke, +And holy night had slowly fled, +With moon and stars engarlanded. +Yet once again the cruel queen +Spoke words in answer fierce and keen, +Still on her evil purpose bent, +Wild with her rage and eloquent: +“What speech is this? Such words as these +Seem sprung from poison-sown disease. +Quick to thy noble Rama send +And bid him on his sire attend. +When to my son the rule is given; +When Rama to the woods is driven; +When not a rival copes with me, +From chains of duty thou art free.” +Thus goaded, like a generous steed +Urged by sharp spurs to double speed, +“My senses are astray,” he cried, +“And duty's bonds my hands have tied. +I long to see mine eldest son, +My virtuous, my beloved one.” +And now the night had past away; +Out shone the Maker of the Day, +Bringing the planetary hour +And moment of auspicious power. +Vaśishṭha, virtuous, far renowned, +Whose young disciples girt him round, +With sacred things without delay +Through the fair city took his way. +He traversed, where the people thronged, +And all for Rama's coming longed, +The town as fair in festive show +As his who lays proud cities low.278 +He reached the palace where he heard +The mingled notes of many a bird, +Where crowded thick high-honoured bands +Of guards with truncheons in their hands. +Begirt by many a sage, elate, +Vaśishṭha reached the royal gate, +And standing by the door he found +Sumantra, for his form renowned, +The king's illustrious charioteer +And noble counsellor and peer. +To him well skilled in every part +Of his hereditary art +Vaśishṭha said: “O charioteer, +Inform the king that I am here, +Here ready by my side behold +These sacred vessels made of gold, +Which water for the rite contain +From Ganga and each distant main. +Here for installing I have brought +The seat prescribed of fig-wood wrought, +All kinds of seed and precious scent +And many a gem and ornament; +Grain, sacred grass, the garden's spoil, +Honey and curds and milk and oil; +Eight radiant maids, the best of all +War elephants that feed in stall; +A four-horse car, a bow and sword. +A litter, men to bear their lord; +A white umbrella bright and fair +That with the moon may well compare; +Two chouries of the whitest hair; +A golden beaker rich and rare; +A bull high-humped and fair to view, +Girt with gold bands and white of hue; +A four-toothed steed with flowing mane, +A throne which lions carved sustain; +A tiger's skin, the sacred fire, +Fresh kindled, which the rites require; +The best musicians skilled to play, +And dancing-girls in raiment gay; +Kine, Brahmans, teachers fill the court, +And bird and beast of purest sort. +From town and village, far and near, +The noblest men are gathered here; +Here merchants with their followers crowd, +And men in joyful converse loud, +And kings from many a distant land +To view the consecration stand. +The dawn is come, the lucky day; +Go bid the monarch haste away, +That now Prince Rama may obtain +The empire, and begin his reign.” +Soon as he heard the high behest +The driver of the chariot pressed +Within the chambers of the king, +His lord with praises honouring. +And none of all the warders checked +His entrance for their great respect +Of him well known, in place so high, +Still fain their king to gratify. +He stood beside the royal chief, +Unwitting of his deadly grief, +And with sweet words began to sing +The praises of his lord and king: +“As, when the sun begins to rise, +The sparkling sea delights our eyes, +Wake, calm with gentle soul, and thus +[pg 109] +Give rapture, mighty King, to us. +As Matali279 this selfsame hour +Sang lauds of old to Indra's power, +When he the Titan hosts o'erthrew, +So hymn I thee with praises due. +The Vedas, with their kindred lore, +Brahma their soul-born Lord adore, +With all the doctrines of the wise, +And bid him, as I bid thee, rise. +As, with the moon, the Lord of Day +Wakes with the splendour of his ray +Prolific Earth, who neath him lies, +So, mighty King, I bid thee rise. +With blissful words, O Lord of men, +Rise, radiant in thy form, as when +The sun ascending darts his light +From Meru's everlasting height. +May Śiva, Agni, Sun, and Moon +Bestow on thee each choicest boon, +Kuvera, Varuna, Indra bless +Kakutstha's son with all success. +Awake, the holy night is fled, +The happy light abroad is spread; +Awake, O best of kings, and share +The glorious task that claims thy care. +The holy sage Vaśishṭha waits, +With all his Brahmans, at the gate. +Give thy decree, without delay, +To consecrate thy son today. +As armies, by no captain led, +As flocks that feed unshepherded, +Such is the fortune of a state +Without a king and desolate.” +Such were the words the bard addressed, +With weight of sage advice impressed; +And, as he heard, the hapless king +Felt deeper yet his sorrow's sting. +At length, all joy and comfort fled, +He raised his eyes with weeping red, +And, mournful for his Rama's sake, +The good and glorious monarch spake: +“Why seek with idle praise to greet +The wretch for whom no praise is meet? +Thy words mine aching bosom tear, +And plunge me deeper in despair.” +Sumantra heard the sad reply, +And saw his master's tearful eye. +With reverent palm to palm applied +He drew a little space aside. +Then, as the king, with misery weak, +With vain endeavour strove to speak, +Kaikeyí, skilled in plot and plan, +To sage Sumantra thus began: +“The king, absorbed in joyful thought +For his dear son, no rest has sought: +Sleepless to him the night has past, +And now o'erwatched he sinks at last. +Then go, Sumantra, and with speed +The glorious Rama hither lead: +Go, as I pray, nor longer wait; +No time is this to hesitate.” +“How can I go, O Lady fair, +Unless my lord his will declare?” +“Fain would I see him,” cried the king, +“Quick, quick, my beauteous Rama bring.” +Then rose the happy thought to cheer +The bosom of the charioteer, +“The king, I ween, of pious mind, +The consecration has designed.” +Sumantra for his wisdom famed, +Delighted with the thought he framed, +From the calm chamber, like a bay +Of crowded ocean, took his way. +He turned his face to neither side, +But forth he hurried straight; +Only a little while he eyed +The guards who kept the gate. +He saw in front a gathered crowd +Of men of every class, +Who, parting as he came, allowed +The charioteer to pass. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_9.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_9.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9d74b835e20575211b520ea8c1ac24460a5017c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_9.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ +Canto X. Rishyasring Invited. + +The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, +Unfolded at the king's behest +The plan the lords in council laid +To draw the hermit from the shade: +“The priest, amid the lordly crowd, +To Lomapad thus spoke aloud: +“Hear, King, the plot our thoughts have framed, +A harmless trick by all unblamed. +Far from the world that hermit's child +Lives lonely in the distant wild: +A stranger to the joys of sense, +His bliss is pain and abstinence; +And all unknown are women yet +To him, a holy anchoret. +The gentle passions we will wake +That with resistless influence shake +The hearts of men; and he +Drawn by enchantment strong and sweet +Shall follow from his lone retreat, +And come and visit thee. +Let ships be formed with utmost care +That artificial trees may bear, +And sweet fruit deftly made; +Let goodly raiment, rich and rare, +And flowers, and many a bird be there +Beneath the leafy shade. +Upon the ships thus decked a band +Of young and lovely girls shall stand, +Rich in each charm that wakes desire, +And eyes that burn with amorous fire; +Well skilled to sing, and play, and dance +And ply their trade with smile and glance +Let these, attired in hermits' dress, +Betake them to the wilderness, +And bring the boy of life austere +A voluntary captive here.” +He ended; and the king agreed, +By the priest's counsel won. +And all the ministers took heed +To see his bidding done. +In ships with wondrous art prepared +Away the lovely women fared, +And soon beneath the shade they stood +Of the wild, lonely, dreary wood. +And there the leafy cot they found +Where dwelt the devotee, +And looked with eager eyes around +The hermit's son to see. +Still, of Vibhandak sore afraid, +They hid behind the creepers' shade. +But when by careful watch they knew +The elder saint was far from view, +With bolder steps they ventured nigh +To catch the youthful hermit's eye. +Then all the damsels, blithe and gay, +At various games began to play. +They tossed the flying ball about +With dance and song and merry shout, +And moved, their scented tresses bound +With wreaths, in mazy motion round. +Some girls as if by love possessed, +Sank to the earth in feigned unrest, +Up starting quickly to pursue +Their intermitted game anew. +It was a lovely sight to see +Those fair ones, as they played, +While fragrant robes were floating free, +And bracelets clashing in their glee +A pleasant tinkling made. +The anklet's chime, the Koïl's82 cry +With music filled the place +As 'twere some city in the sky +Which heavenly minstrels grace. +With each voluptuous art they strove +To win the tenant of the grove, +And with their graceful forms inspire +His modest soul with soft desire. +With arch of brow, with beck and smile, +With every passion-waking wile +[pg 017] +Of glance and lotus hand, +With all enticements that excite +The longing for unknown delight +Which boys in vain withstand. +Forth came the hermit's son to view +The wondrous sight to him so new, +And gazed in rapt surprise, +For from his natal hour till then +On woman or the sons of men +He ne'er had cast his eyes. +He saw them with their waists so slim, +With fairest shape and faultless limb, +In variegated robes arrayed, +And sweetly singing as they played. +Near and more near the hermit drew, +And watched them at their game, +And stronger still the impulse grew +To question whence they came. +They marked the young ascetic gaze +With curious eye and wild amaze, +And sweet the long-eyed damsels sang, +And shrill their merry laughter rang. +Then came they nearer to his side, +And languishing with passion cried: +“Whose son, O youth, and who art thou, +Come suddenly to join us now? +And why dost thou all lonely dwell +In the wild wood? We pray thee, tell, +We wish to know thee, gentle youth; +Come, tell us, if thou wilt, the truth.” +He gazed upon that sight he ne'er +Had seen before, of girls so fair, +And out of love a longing rose +His sire and lineage to disclose: +“My father,” thus he made reply, +“Is Kaśyap's son, a saint most high, +Vibhandak styled; from him I came, +And Rishyaśring he calls my name. +Our hermit cot is near this place: +Come thither, O ye fair of face; +There be it mine, with honour due, +Ye gentle youths, to welcome you.” +They heard his speech, and gave consent, +And gladly to his cottage went. +Vibhandak's son received them well +Beneath the shelter of his cell +With guest-gift, water for their feet, +And woodland fruit and roots to eat, +They smiled, and spoke sweet words like these, +Delighted with his courtesies: +“We too have goodly fruit in store, +Grown on the trees that shade our door; +Come, if thou wilt, kind Hermit, haste +The produce of our grove to taste; +And let, O good Ascetic, first +This holy water quench thy thirst.” +They spoke, and gave him comfits sweet +Prepared ripe fruits to counterfeit; +And many a dainty cate beside +And luscious mead their stores supplied. +The seeming fruits, in taste and look, +The unsuspecting hermit took, +For, strange to him, their form beguiled +The dweller in the lonely wild. +Then round his neck fair arms were flung, +And there the laughing damsels clung, +And pressing nearer and more near +With sweet lips whispered at his ear; +While rounded limb and swelling breast +The youthful hermit softly pressed. +The pleasing charm of that strange bowl, +The touch of a tender limb, +Over his yielding spirit stole +And sweetly vanquished him. +But vows, they said, must now be paid; +They bade the boy farewell, +And, of the aged saint afraid, +Prepared to leave the dell. +With ready guile they told him where +Their hermit dwelling lay: +Then, lest the sire should find them there, +Sped by wild paths away. +They fled and left him there alone +By longing love possessed; +And with a heart no more his own +He roamed about distressed. +The aged saint came home, to find +The hermit boy distraught, +Revolving in his troubled mind +One solitary thought. +“Why dost thou not, my son,” he cried, +“Thy due obeisance pay? +Why do I see thee in the tide +Of whelming thought to-day? +A devotee should never wear +A mien so sad and strange. +Come, quickly, dearest child, declare +The reason of the change.” +And Rishyaśring, when questioned thus, +Made answer in this wise: +“O sire, there came to visit us +Some men with lovely eyes. +About my neck soft arms they wound +And kept me tightly held +To tender breasts so soft and round, +That strangely heaved and swelled. +They sing more sweetly as they dance +Than e'er I heard till now, +And play with many a sidelong glance +And arching of the brow.” +“My son,” said he, “thus giants roam +Where holy hermits are, +And wander round their peaceful home +Their rites austere to mar. +I charge thee, thou must never lay +Thy trust in them, dear boy: +They seek thee only to betray, +And woo but to destroy.” +Thus having warned him of his foes +That night at home he spent. +And when the morrow's sun arose +[pg 018] +Forth to the forest went. +But Rishyaśring with eager pace +Sped forth and hurried to the place +Where he those visitants had seen +Of daintly waist and charming mien. +When from afar they saw the son +Of Saint Vibhandak toward them run, +To meet the hermit boy they hied, +And hailed him with a smile, and cried: +“O come, we pray, dear lord, behold +Our lovely home of which we told +Due honour there to thee we'll pay, +And speed thee on thy homeward way.” +Pleased with the gracious words they said +He followed where the damsels led. +As with his guides his steps he bent, +That Brahman high of worth, +A flood of rain from heaven was sent +That gladdened all the earth. +Vibhandak took his homeward road, +And wearied by the heavy load +Of roots and woodland fruit he bore +Entered at last his cottage door. +Fain for his son he looked around, +But desolate the cell he found. +He stayed not then to bathe his feet, +Though fainting with the toil and heat, +But hurried forth and roamed about +Calling the boy with cry and shout, +He searched the wood, but all in vain; +Nor tidings of his son could gain. +One day beyond the forest's bound +The wandering saint a village found, +And asked the swains and neatherds there +Who owned the land so rich and fair, +With all the hamlets of the plain, +And herds of kine and fields of grain. +They listened to the hermit's words, +And all the guardians of the herds, +With suppliant hands together pressed, +This answer to the saint addressed: +“The Angas' lord who bears the name +Of Lomapad, renowned by fame, +Bestowed these hamlets with their kine +And all their riches, as a sign +Of grace, on Rishyaśring: and he +Vibhandak's son is said to be.” +The hermit with exulting breast +The mighty will of fate confessed, +By meditation's eye discerned; +And cheerful to his home returned. +A stately ship, at early morn, +The hermit's son away had borne. +Loud roared the clouds, as on he sped, +The sky grew blacker overhead; +Till, as he reached the royal town, +A mighty flood of rain came down. +By the great rain the monarch's mind +The coming of his guest divined. +To meet the honoured youth he went, +And low to earth his head he bent. +With his own priest to lead the train, +He gave the gift high guests obtain. +And sought, with all who dwelt within +The city walls, his grace to win. +He fed him with the daintiest fare, +He served him with unceasing care, +And ministered with anxious eyes +Lest anger in his breast should rise; +And gave to be the Brahman's bride +His own fair daughter, lotus-eyed. +Thus loved and honoured by the king, +The glorious Brahman Rishyaśring +Passed in that royal town his life +With Śanta his beloved wife.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_90.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_90.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..91f8fc50688b3f766a6782e4635a5c8901916c67 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_90.txt @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +Canto XVI. Rama Summoned. + +There slept the Brahmans, deeply read +In Scripture, till the night had fled; +Then, with the royal chaplains, they +Took each his place in long array. +There gathered fast the chiefs of trade, +Nor peer nor captain long delayed, +Assembling all in order due +The consecrating rite to view. +The morning dawned with cloudless ray +On Pushya's high auspicious day, +And Cancer with benignant power +Looked down on Rama's natal hour. +The twice-born chiefs, with zealous heed, +Made ready what the rite would need. +The well-wrought throne of holy wood +And golden urns in order stood. +There was the royal car whereon +A tiger's skin resplendent shone; +There water, brought for sprinkling thence +Where, in their sacred confluence, +Blend Jumna's waves with Ganga's tide, +From many a holy flood beside, +From brook and fountain far and near, +From pool and river, sea and mere. +And there were honey, curd, and oil, +Parched rice and grass, the garden's spoil, +Fresh milk, eight girls in bright attire, +An elephant with eyes of fire; +And urns of gold and silver made, +With milky branches overlaid, +All brimming from each sacred flood, +And decked with many a lotus bud. +[pg 110] +And dancing-women fair and free, +Gay with their gems, were there to see, +Who stood in bright apparel by +With lovely brow and witching eye. +White flashed the jewelled chouri there, +And shone like moonbeams through the air; +The white umbrella overhead +A pale and moonlike lustre shed, +Wont in pure splendour to precede, +And in such rites the pomp to lead. +There stood the charger by the side +Of the great bull of snow-white hide; +There was all music soft and loud, +And bards and minstrels swelled the crowd. +For now the monarch bade combine +Each custom of his ancient line +With every rite Ayodhya's state +Observed, her kings to consecrate. +Then, summoned by the king's behest, +The multitudes together pressed, +And, missing still the royal sire, +Began, impatient, to inquire: +“Who to our lord will tidings bear +That all his people throng the square? +Where is the king? the sun is bright, +And all is ready for the rite.” +As thus they spoke, Sumantra, tried +In counsel, to the chiefs replied, +Gathered from lands on every side: +“To Rama's house I swiftly drave, +For so the king his mandate gave. +Our aged lord and Rama too +In honour high hold all of you: +I in your words (be long your days!) +Will ask him why he thus delays.” +Thus spoke the peer in Scripture read, +And to the ladies' bower he sped. +Quick through the gates Sumantra hied, +Which access ne'er to him denied. +Behind the curtained screen he drew, +Which veiled the chamber from the view. +In benediction loud he raised +His voice, and thus the monarch praised: +“Sun, Moon, Kuvera, Śiva bless +Kakutstha's son with high success! +The Lords of air, flood, fire decree +The victory, my King, to thee! +The holy night has past away, +Auspicious shines the morning's ray. +Rise, Lord of men, thy part to take +In the great rite. Awake! awake! +Brahmans and captains, chiefs of trade, +All wait in festive garb arrayed; +For thee they look with eager eyes: +O Raghu's son, awake! arise.” +To him in holy Scripture read, +Who hailed him thus, the monarch said, +Upraising from his sleep his head: +“Go, Rama, hither lead as thou +Wast ordered by the queen but now. +Come, tell me why my mandate laid +Upon thee thus is disobeyed. +Away! and Rama hither bring; +I sleep not: make no tarrying.” +Thus gave the king command anew: +Sumantra from his lord withdrew; +With head in lowly reverence bent, +And filled with thoughts of joy, he went. +The royal street he traversed, where +Waved flag and pennon to the air, +And, as with joy the car he drove, +He let his eyes delighted rove. +On every side, where'er he came, +He heard glad words, their theme the same, +As in their joy the gathered folk +Of Rama and the throning spoke. +Then saw he Rama's palace bright +And vast as Mount Kailasa's height, +That glorious in its beauty showed +As Indra's own supreme abode: +With folding doors both high and wide; +With hundred porches beautified: +Where golden statues towering rose +O'er gemmed and coralled porticoes. +Bright like a cave in Meru's side, +Or clouds through Autumn's sky that ride: +Festooned with length of bloomy twine, +Flashing with pearls and jewels' shine, +While sandal-wood and aloe lent +The mingled riches of their scent; +With all the odorous sweets that fill +The breezy heights of Dardar's hill. +There by the gate the Saras screamed, +And shrill-toned peacocks' plumage gleamed. +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. +Circling the walls a crowd he viewed +Who stood in reverent attitude, +With throngs of countrymen who sought +Acceptance of the gifts they brought. +The elephant was stationed there, +Appointed Rama's self to bear; +Adorned with pearls, his brow and cheek +Were sandal-dyed in many a streak, +While he, in stature, bulk, and pride, +With Indra's own Airavat280 vied. +Sumantra, borne by coursers fleet, +Flashing a radiance o'er the street, +To Rama's palace flew, +And all who lined the royal road, +Or thronged the prince's rich abode, +Rejoiced as near he drew. +And with delight his bosom swelled +As onward still his course he held +[pg 111] +Through many a sumptuous court +Like Indra's palace nobly made, +Where peacocks revelled in the shade, +And beasts of silvan sort. +Through many a hall and chamber wide, +That with Kailasa's splendour vied. +Or mansions of the Blest, +While Rama's friends, beloved and tried, +Before his coming stepped aside, +Still on Sumantra pressed. +He reached the chamber door, where stood +Around his followers young and good, +Bard, minstrel, charioteer, +Well skilled the tuneful chords to sweep, +With soothing strain to lull to sleep, +Or laud their master dear. +Then, like a dolphin darting through +Unfathomed depths of ocean's blue +With store of jewels decked, +Through crowded halls that rock-like rose, +Or as proud hills where clouds repose, +Sumantra sped unchecked— +Halls like the glittering domes on high +Reared for the dwellers of the sky +By heavenly architect. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_91.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_91.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..76654a9d18126c1ea2f929f844b75437280d92b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_91.txt @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ +Canto XVII. Rama's Approach. + +So through the crowded inner door +Sumantra, skilled in ancient lore, +On to the private chambers pressed +Which stood apart from all the rest. +There youthful warriors, true and bold, +Whose ears were ringed with polished gold, +All armed with trusty bows and darts, +Watched with devoted eyes and hearts. +And hoary men, a faithful train, +Whose aged hands held staves of cane, +The ladies' guard, apparelled fair +In red attire, were stationed there. +Soon as they saw Sumantra nigh, +Each longed his lord to gratify, +And from his seat beside the door +Up sprang each ancient servitor. +Then to the warders quickly cried +The skilled Sumantra, void of pride: +“Tell Rama that the charioteer +Sumantra waits for audience here.” +The ancient men with one accord +Seeking the pleasure of their lord, +Passing with speed the chamber door +To Rama's ear the message bore. +Forthwith the prince with duteous heed +Called in the messenger with speed, +For 'twas his sire's command, he knew, +That sent him for the interview. +Like Lord Kuvera, well arrayed, +He pressed a couch of gold, +Wherefrom a covering of brocade +Hung down in many a fold. +Oil and the sandal's fragrant dust +Had tinged his body o'er +Dark as the stream the spearman's thrust +Drains from the wounded boar. +Him Síta watched with tender care, +A chouri in her hand, +As Chitra,281 ever fond in fair, +Beside the Moon will stand. +Him glorious with unborrowed light, +A liberal lord, of sunlike might, +Sumantra hailed in words like these, +Well skilled in gentle courtesies, +As, with joined hands in reverence raised, +Upon the beauteous prince he gazed: +“Happy Kauśalya! Blest is she, +The Mother of a son like thee. +Now rise, O Rama, speed away. +Go to thy sire without delay: +For he and Queen Kaikeyí seek +An interview with thee to speak.” +The lion-lord of men, the best +Of splendid heroes, thus addressed, +To Síta spake with joyful cheer: +“The king and queen, my lady dear, +Touching the throning, for my sake +Some salutary counsel take. +The lady of the full black eye +Would fain her husband gratify, +And, all his purpose understood, +Counsels the monarch to my good. +A happy fate is mine, I ween, +When he, consulting with his queen, +Sumantra on this charge, intent +Upon my gain and good, has sent. +An envoy of so noble sort +Well suits the splendour of the court. +The consecration rite this day +Will join me in imperial sway. +To meet the lord of earth, for so +His order bids me, I will go. +Thou, lady, here in comfort stay, +And with thy maidens rest or play.” +Thus Rama spake. For meet reply +The lady of the large black eye +Attended to the door her lord, +And blessings on his head implored: +“The majesty and royal state +Which holy Brahmans venerate, +The consecration and the rite +Which sanctifies the ruler's might, +And all imperial powers should be +Thine by thy father's high decree, +As He, the worlds who formed and planned, +The kingship gave to Indra's hand. +[pg 112] +Then shall mine eyes my king adore +When lustral rites and fast are o'er, +And black deer's skin and roebuck's horn +Thy lordly limbs and hand adorn. +May He whose hands the thunder wield +Be in the east thy guard and shield; +May Yama's care the south befriend, +And Varun's arm the west defend; +And let Kuvera, Lord of Gold, +The north with firm protection hold.” +Then Rama spoke a kind farewell, +And hailed the blessings as they fell +From Síta's gentle lips; and then, +As a young lion from his den +Descends the mountain's stony side, +So from the hall the hero hied. +First Lakshman at the door he viewed +Who stood in reverent attitude, +Then to the central court he pressed +Where watched the friends who loved him best. +To all his dear companions there +He gave kind looks and greeting fair. +On to the lofty car that glowed +Like fire the royal tiger strode. +Bright as himself its silver shone: +A tiger's skin was laid thereon. +With cloudlike thunder, as it rolled, +It flashed with gems and burnished gold, +And, like the sun's meridian blaze, +Blinded the eye that none could gaze. +Like youthful elephants, tall and strong, +Fleet coursers whirled the car along: +In such a car the Thousand-eyed +Borne by swift horses loves to ride. +So like Parjanya,282 when he flies +Thundering through the autumn skies, +The hero from the palace sped, +As leaves the moon some cloud o'erhead. +Still close to Rama Lakshman kept, +Behind him to the car he leapt, +And, watching with fraternal care, +Waved the long chouri's silver hair, +As from the palace gate he came +Up rose the tumult of acclaim. +While loud huzza and jubilant shout +Pealed from the gathered myriads out. +Then elephants, like mountains vast, +And steeds who all their kind surpassed, +Followed their lord by hundreds, nay +By thousands, led in long array. +First marched a band of warriors trained, +With sandal dust and aloe stained; +Well armed was each with sword and bow, +And every breast with hope aglow, +And ever, as they onward went, +Shouts from the warrior train, +And every sweet-toned instrument +Prolonged the minstrel strain. +On passed the tamer of his foes, +While well clad dames, in crowded rows, +Each chamber lattice thronged to view, +And chaplets on the hero threw. +Then all, of peerless face and limb, +Sang Rama's praise for love of him, +And blent their voices, soft and sweet, +From palace high and crowded street: +“Now, sure, Kauśalya's heart must swell +To see the son she loves so well, +Thee Rama, thee, her joy and pride, +Triumphant o'er the realm preside.” +Then—for they knew his bride most fair +Of all who part the soft dark hair, +His love, his life, possessed the whole +Of her young hero's heart and soul:— +“Be sure the lady's fate repays +Some mighty vow of ancient days,283 +For blest with Rama's love is she +As, with the Moon's, sweet Rohiní.”284 +Such were the witching words that came +From lips of many a peerless dame +Crowding the palace roofs to greet +The hero as he gained the street. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_92.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_92.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2b4717a95c6f5141a48084ee482c72c1c7878774 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_92.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +Canto XVIII. The Sentence. + +As Rama, rendering blithe and gay +His loving friends, pursued his way, +He saw on either hand a press +Of mingled people numberless. +The royal street he traversed, where +Incense of aloe filled the air, +Where rose high palaces, that vied +With paly clouds, on either side; +With flowers of myriad colours graced. +And food for every varied taste, +Bright as the glowing path o'erhead +Which feet of Gods celestial tread, +Loud benedictions, sweet to hear, +From countless voices soothed his ear. +While he to each gave due salute +His place and dignity to suit: +“Be thou,” the joyful people cried, +“Be thou our guardian, lord and guide. +Throned and anointed king to-day, +Thy feet set forth upon the way +Wherein, each honoured as a God, +Thy fathers and forefathers trod. +Thy sire and his have graced the throne, +And loving care to us have shown: +Thus blest shall we and ours remain, +Yea still more blest in Rama's reign. +[pg 113] +No more of dainty fare we need, +And but one cherished object heed, +That we may see our prince today +Invested with imperial sway.” +Such were the words and pleasant speech +That Rama heard, unmoved, from each +Of the dear friends around him spread, +As onward through the street he sped, +For none could turn his eye or thought +From the dear form his glances sought, +With fruitless ardour forward cast +Even when Raghu's son had past. +And he who saw not Rama nigh, +Nor caught a look from Rama's eye, +A mark for scorn and general blame, +Reproached himself in bitter shame. +For to each class his equal mind +With sympathy and love inclined +Most fully of the princely four, +So greatest love to him they bore. +His circling course the hero bent +Round shrine and altar, reverent, +Round homes of Gods, where cross-roads met, +Where many a sacred tree was set. +Near to his father's house he drew +Like Indra's beautiful to view, +And with the light his glory gave +Within the royal palace drave. +Through three broad courts, where bowmen kept +Their watch and ward, his coursers swept, +Then through the two remaining went +On foot the prince preëminent. +Through all the courts the hero passed, +And gained the ladies' bower at last; +Then through the door alone withdrew, +And left without his retinue. +When thus the monarch's noble boy +Had gone his sire to meet, +The multitude, elate with joy, +Stood watching in the street, +And his return with eager eyes +Expected at the gates, +As for his darling moon to rise +The King of Rivers285 waits. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_93.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_93.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3935f6ab45f91039e0fa527c1cf206144c967232 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_93.txt @@ -0,0 +1,163 @@ +Canto XIX. Rama's Promise. + +With hopeless eye and pallid mien +There sat the monarch with the queen. +His father's feet with reverence due +He clasped, and touched Kaikeyí's too. +The king, with eyes still brimming o'er, +Cried Rama! and could do no more. +His voice was choked, his eye was dim, +He could not speak or look on him. +Then sudden fear made Rama shake +As though his foot had roused a snake, +Soon as his eyes had seen the change +So mournful, terrible, and strange. +For there his reason well-nigh fled, +Sighing, with soul disquieted, +To torturing pangs a prey, +Dismayed, despairing, and distraught, +In a fierce whirl of wildering thought +The hapless monarch lay, +Like Ocean wave-engarlanded +Storm-driven from his tranquil bed, +The Sun-God in eclipse, +Or like a holy seer, heart-stirred +With anguish, when a lying word +Has passed his heedless lips. +The sight of his dear father, pained +With woe and misery unexplained +Filled Rama with unrest, +As Ocean's pulses rise and swell +When the great moon he loves so well +Shines full upon his breast. +So grieving for his father's sake, +To his own heart the hero spake: +“Why will the king my sire to-day +No kindly word of greeting say? +At other times, though wroth he be, +His eyes grow calm that look on me. +Then why does anguish wring his brow +To see his well-beloved now?” +Sick and perplexed, distraught with woe, +To Queen Kaikeyí bowing low, +While pallor o'er his bright cheek spread, +With humble reverence he said: +“What have I done, unknown, amiss +To make my father wroth like this? +Declare it, O dear Queen, and win +His pardon for my heedless sin. +Why is the sire I ever find +Filled with all love to-day unkind? +With eyes cast down and pallid cheek +This day alone he will not speak. +Or lies he prostrate neath the blow +Of fierce disease or sudden woe? +For all our bliss is dashed with pain, +And joy unmixt is hard to gain. +Does stroke of evil fortune smite +Dear Bharat, charming to the sight, +Or on the brave Śatrughna fall, +Or consorts, for he loves them all? +Against his words when I rebel, +Or fail to please the monarch well, +When deeds of mine his soul offend, +That hour I pray my life may end. +How should a man to him who gave +His being and his life behave? +The sire to whom he owes his birth +Should be his deity on earth. +Hast thou, by pride and folly moved, +[pg 114] +With bitter taunt the king reproved? +Has scorn of thine or cruel jest +To passion stirred his gentle breast? +Speak truly, Queen, that I may know +What cause has changed the monarch so.” +Thus by the high-souled prince addressed, +Of Raghu's sons the chief and best, +She cast all ruth and shame aside, +And bold with greedy words replied: +“Not wrath, O Rama, stirs the king, +Nor misery stabs with sudden sting; +One thought that fills his soul has he, +But dares not speak for fear of thee. +Thou art so dear, his lips refrain +From words that might his darling pain. +But thou, as duty bids, must still +The promise of thy sire fulfil. +He who to me in days gone by +Vouchsafed a boon with honours high, +Dares now, a king, his word regret, +And caitiff-like disowns the debt. +The lord of men his promise gave +To grant the boon that I might crave, +And now a bridge would idly throw +When the dried stream has ceased to flow. +His faith the monarch must not break +In wrath, or e'en for thy dear sake. +From faith, as well the righteous know, +Our virtue and our merits flow. +Now, be they good or be they ill, +Do thou thy father's words fulfil: +Swear that his promise shall not fail, +And I will tell thee all the tale. +Yes, Rama, when I hear that thou +Hast bound thee by thy father's vow, +Then, not till then, my lips shall speak, +Nor will he tell what boon I seek.” +He heard, and with a troubled breast +This answer to the queen addressed: +“Ah me, dear lady, canst thou deem +That words like these thy lips beseem? +I, at the bidding of my sire, +Would cast my body to the fire, +A deadly draught of poison drink, +Or in the waves of ocean sink: +If he command, it shall be done,— +My father and my king in one. +Then speak and let me know the thing +So longed for by my lord the king. +It shall be done: let this suffice; +Rama ne'er makes a promise twice.” +He ended. To the princely youth +Who loved the right and spoke the truth, +Cruel, abominable came +The answer of the ruthless dame: +“When Gods and Titans fought of yore, +Transfixed with darts and bathed in gore +Two boons to me thy father gave +For the dear life 'twas mine to save. +Of him I claim the ancient debt, +That Bharat on the throne be set, +And thou, O Rama, go this day +To Danḍak forest far away. +Now, Rama, if thou wilt maintain +Thy father's faith without a stain, +And thine own truth and honour clear, +Then, best of men, my bidding hear. +Do thou thy father's word obey, +Nor from the pledge he gave me stray. +Thy life in Danḍak forest spend +Till nine long years and five shall end. +Upon my Bharat's princely head +Let consecrating drops be shed, +With all the royal pomp for thee +Made ready by the king's decree. +Seek Danḍak forest and resign +Rites that would make the empire thine, +For twice seven years of exile wear +The coat of bark and matted hair. +Then in thy stead let Bharat reign +Lord of his royal sire's domain, +Rich in the fairest gems that shine, +Cars, elephants, and steeds, and kine. +The monarch mourns thy altered fate +And vails his brow compassionate: +Bowed down by bitter grief he lies +And dares not lift to thine his eyes. +Obey his word: be firm and brave, +And with great truth the monarch save.” +While thus with cruel words she spoke, +No grief the noble youth betrayed; +But forth the father's anguish broke, +At his dear Rama's lot dismayed. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_94.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_94.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..56c737baa10cb0a418e93032bedfc4a1232596c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_94.txt @@ -0,0 +1,164 @@ +Canto XX. Kausalya's Lament. + +Calm and unmoved by threatened woe +The noble conqueror of the foe +Answered the cruel words she spoke, +Nor quailed beneath the murderous stroke: +“Yea, for my father's promise sake +I to the wood my way will take, +And dwell a lonely exile there +In hermit dress with matted hair. +One thing alone I fain would learn, +Why is the king this day so stern? +Why is the scourge of foes so cold, +Nor gives me greeting as of old? +Now let not anger flush thy cheek: +Before thy face the truth I speak, +In hermit's coat with matted hair +To the wild wood will I repair. +How can I fail his will to do, +Friend, master, grateful sovereign too? +One only pang consumes my breast: +That his own lips have not expressed +His will, nor made his longing known +That Bharat should ascend the throne. +[pg 115] +To Bharat I would yield my wife, +My realm and wealth, mine own dear life, +Unasked I fain would yield them all: +More gladly at my father's call, +More gladly when the gift may free +His honour and bring joy to thee. +Thus, lady, his sad heart release +From the sore shame, and give him peace. +But tell me, O, I pray thee, why +The lord of men, with downcast eye, +Lies prostrate thus, and one by one +Down his pale cheek the tear-drops run. +Let couriers to thy father speed +On horses of the swiftest breed, +And, by the mandate of the king, +Thy Bharat to his presence bring. +My father's words I will not stay +To question, but this very day +To Danḍak's pathless wild will fare, +For twice seven years an exile there.” +When Rama thus had made reply +Kaikeyí's heart with joy beat high. +She, trusting to the pledge she held, +The youth's departure thus impelled: +“'Tis well. Be messengers despatched +On coursers ne'er for fleetness matched, +To seek my father's home and lead +My Bharat back with all their speed. +And, Rama, as I ween that thou +Wilt scarce endure to linger now, +So surely it were wise and good +This hour to journey to the wood. +And if, with shame cast down and weak, +No word to thee the king can speak, +Forgive, and from thy mind dismiss +A trifle in an hour like this. +But till thy feet in rapid haste +Have left the city for the waste, +And to the distant forest fled, +He will not bathe nor call for bread.” +“Woe! woe!” from the sad monarch burst, +In surging floods of grief immersed; +Then swooning, with his wits astray, +Upon the gold-wrought couch he lay, +And Rama raised the aged king: +But the stern queen, unpitying, +Checked not her needless words, nor spared +The hero for all speed prepared, +But urged him with her bitter tongue, +Like a good horse with lashes stung, +She spoke her shameful speech. Serene +He heard the fury of the queen, +And to her words so vile and dread +Gently, unmoved in mind, he said: +“I would not in this world remain +A grovelling thrall to paltry gain, +But duty's path would fain pursue, +True as the saints themselves are true. +From death itself I would not fly +My father's wish to gratify, +What deed soe'er his loving son +May do to please him, think it done. +Amid all duties, Queen, I count +This duty first and paramount, +That sons, obedient, aye fulfil +Their honoured fathers' word and will. +Without his word, if thou decree, +Forth to the forest will I flee, +And there shall fourteen years be spent +Mid lonely wilds in banishment. +Methinks thou couldst not hope to find +One spark of virtue in my mind, +If thou, whose wish is still my lord, +Hast for this grace the king implored. +This day I go, but, ere we part, +Must cheer my Síta's tender heart, +To my dear mother bid farewell; +Then to the woods, a while to dwell. +With thee, O Queen, the care must rest +That Bharat hear his sire's behest, +And guard the land with righteous sway, +For such the law that lives for aye.” +In speechless woe the father heard, +Wept with loud cries, but spoke no word. +Then Rama touched his senseless feet, +And hers, for honour most unmeet; +Round both his circling steps he bent, +Then from the bower the hero went. +Soon as he reached the gate he found +His dear companions gathered round. +Behind him came Sumitra's child +With weeping eyes so sad and wild. +Then saw he all that rich array +Of vases for the glorious day. +Round them with reverent stops he paced, +Nor vailed his eye, nor moved in haste. +The loss of empire could not dim +The glory that encompassed him. +So will the Lord of Cooling Rays286 +On whom the world delights to gaze, +Through the great love of all retain +Sweet splendour in the time of wane. +Now to the exile's lot resigned +He left the rule of earth behind: +As though all worldly cares he spurned +No trouble was in him discerned. +The chouries that for kings are used, +And white umbrella, he refused, +Dismissed his chariot and his men, +And every friend and citizen. +He ruled his senses, nor betrayed +The grief that on his bosom weighed, +And thus his mother's mansion sought +To tell the mournful news he brought. +Nor could the gay-clad people there +Who flocked round Rama true and fair, +One sign of altered fortune trace +Upon the splendid hero's face. +Nor had the chieftain, mighty-armed, +Lost the bright look all hearts that charmed, +[pg 116] +As e'en from autumn moons is thrown +A splendour which is all their own. +With his sweet voice the hero spoke +Saluting all the gathered folk, +Then righteous-souled and great in fame +Close to his mother's house he came. +Lakshman the brave, his brother's peer +In princely virtues, followed near, +Sore troubled, but resolved to show +No token of his secret woe. +Thus to the palace Rama went +Where all were gay with hope and joy; +But well he knew the dire event +That hope would mar, that bliss destroy. +So to his grief he would not yield +Lest the sad change their hearts might rend, +And, the dread tiding unrevealed, +Spared from the blow each faithful friend. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_95.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_95.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..526111f1ea35d5abbf5e0a19cbf0b121f729369e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_95.txt @@ -0,0 +1,204 @@ +Canto XXI. Kausalya Calmed. + +But in the monarch's palace, when +Sped from the bower that lord of men, +Up from the weeping women went +A mighty wail and wild lament: +“Ah, he who ever freely did +His duty ere his sire could bid, +Our refuge and our sure defence, +This day will go an exile hence, +He on Kauśalya loves to wait +Most tender and affectionate, +And as he treats his mother, thus +From childhood has he treated us. +On themes that sting he will not speak, +And when reviled is calm and meek. +He soothes the angry, heals offence: +He goes to-day an exile hence. +Our lord the king is most unwise, +And looks on life with doting eyes, +Who in his folly casts away +The world's protection, hope, and stay.” +Thus in their woe, like kine bereaved +Of their young calves,287 the ladies grieved, +And ever as they wept and wailed +With keen reproach the king assailed. +Their lamentation, mixed with tears, +Smote with new grief the monarch's ears, +Who, burnt with woe too great to bear, +Fell on his couch and fainted there. +Then Rama, smitten with the pain +His heaving heart could scarce restrain, +Groaned like an elephant and strode +With Lakshman to the queen's abode. +A warder there, whose hoary eld +In honour high by all was held, +Guarding the mansion, sat before +The portal, girt with many more. +Swift to their feet the warders sprang, +And loud the acclamation rang, +Hail, Rama! as to him they bent, +Of victor chiefs preëminent. +One court he passed, and in the next +Saw, masters of each Veda text, +A crowd of Brahmans, good and sage, +Dear to the king for lore and age. +To these he bowed his reverent head, +Thence to the court beyond he sped. +Old dames and tender girls, their care +To keep the doors, were stationed there. +And all, when Rama came in view, +Delighted to the chamber flew, +To bear to Queen Kauśalya's ear +The tidings that she loved to hear. +The queen, on rites and prayer intent, +In careful watch the night had spent, +And at the dawn, her son to aid, +To Vishnu holy offerings made. +Firm in her vows, serenely glad, +In robes of spotless linen clad, +As texts prescribe, with grace implored, +Her offerings in the fire she poured. +Within her splendid bower he came, +And saw her feed the sacred flame. +There oil, and grain, and vases stood, +With wreaths, and curds, and cates, and wood, +And milk, and sesamum, and rice, +The elements of sacrifice. +She, worn and pale with many a fast +And midnight hours in vigil past, +In robes of purest white arrayed, +To Lakshmí Queen drink-offerings paid. +So long away, she flew to meet +The darling of her soul: +So runs a mare with eager feet +To welcome back her foal. +He with his firm support upheld +The queen, as near she drew, +And, by maternal love impelled, +Her arms around him threw. +Her hero son, her matchless boy +She kissed upon the head: +She blessed him in her pride and joy +With tender words, and said: +[pg 117] +“Be like thy royal sires of old, +The nobly good, the lofty-souled! +Their lengthened days and fame be thine, +And virtue, as beseems thy line! +The pious king, thy father, see +True to his promise made to thee: +That truth thy sire this day will show, +And regent's power on thee bestow.” +She spoke. He took the proffered seat, +And as she pressed her son to eat, +Raised reverent bands, and, touched with shame, +Made answer to the royal dame: +“Dear lady, thou hast yet to know +That danger threats, and heavy woe: +A grief that will with sore distress +On Síta, thee, and Lakshman press. +What need of seats have such as I? +This day to Danḍak wood I fly. +The hour is come, a time, unmeet +For silken couch and gilded seat. +I must to lonely wilds repair, +Abstain from flesh, and living there +On roots, fruit, honey, hermit's food, +Pass twice seven years in solitude. +To Bharat's hand the king will yield +The regent power I thought to wield, +And me, a hermit, will he send +My days in Danḍak wood to spend.” +As when the woodman's axe has lopped +A Śal branch in the grove, she dropped: +So from the skies a Goddess falls +Ejected from her radiant halls. +When Rama saw her lying low, +Prostrate by too severe a blow, +Around her form his arms he wound +And raised her fainting from the ground. +His hand upheld her like a mare +Who feels her load too sore to bear, +And sinks upon the way o'ertoiled, +And all her limbs with dust are soiled. +He soothed her in her wild distress +With loving touch and soft caress. +She, meet for highest fortune, eyed +The hero watching by her side, +And thus, while Lakshman bent to hear, +Addressed her son with many a tear! +“If, Rama, thou had ne'er been born +My child to make thy mother mourn, +Though reft of joy, a childless queen, +Such woe as this I ne'er had seen. +Though to the childless wife there clings +One sorrow armed with keenest stings, +“No child have I: no child have I,” +No second misery prompts the sigh. +When long I sought, alas, in vain, +My husband's love and bliss to gain, +In Rama all my hopes I set +And dreamed I might be happy yet. +I, of the consorts first and best, +Must bear my rivals' taunt and jest, +And brook, though better far than they, +The soul distressing words they say. +What woman can be doomed to pine +In misery more sore than mine, +Whose hopeless days must still be spent +In grief that ends not and lament? +They scorned me when my son was nigh; +When he is banished I must die. +Me, whom my husband never prized, +Kaikeyí's retinue despised +With boundless insolence, though she +Tops not in rank nor equals me. +And they who do me service yet, +Nor old allegiance quite forget, +Whene'er they see Kaikeyí's son, +With silent lips my glances shun. +How, O my darling, shall I brook +Each menace of Kaikeyí's look, +And listen, in my low estate, +To taunts of one so passionate? +For seventeen years since thou wast born +I sat and watched, ah me, forlorn! +Hoping some blessed day to see +Deliverance from my woes by thee. +Now comes this endless grief and wrong, +So dire I cannot bear it long, +Sinking, with age and sorrow worn, +Beneath my rivals' taunts and scorn. +How shall I pass in dark distress +My long lone days of wretchedness +Without my Rama's face, as bright +As the full moon to cheer my sight? +Alas, my cares thy steps to train, +And fasts, and vows, and prayers are vain. +Hard, hard, I ween, must be this heart +To hear this blow nor burst apart, +As some great river bank, when first +The floods of Rain-time on it burst. +No, Fate that speeds not will not slay, +Nor Yama's halls vouchsafe me room, +Or, like a lion's weeping prey, +Death now had borne me to my doom. +Hard is my heart and wrought of steel +That breaks not with the crushing blow, +Or in the pangs this day I feel +My lifeless frame had sunk below. +Death waits his hour, nor takes me now: +But this sad thought augments my pain, +That prayer and largess, fast and vow, +And Heavenward service are in vain. +Ah me, ah me! with fruitless toil +Of rites austere a child I sought: +Thus seed cast forth on barren soil +Still lifeless lies and comes to naught. +If ever wretch by anguish grieved +Before his hour to death had fled, +I mourning, like a cow bereaved, +Had been this day among the dead.” +[pg 118] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_96.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_96.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00455b9fb685ee1be9d08f135b743ef254ed11bd --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_96.txt @@ -0,0 +1,244 @@ +Canto XXII. Lakshman Calmed. + +While thus Kauśalya wept and sighed, +With timely words sad Lakshman cried: +“O honoured Queen I like it ill +That, subject to a woman's will, +Rama his royal state should quit +And to an exile's doom submit. +The aged king, fond, changed, and weak, +Will as the queen compels him speak. +But why should Rama thus be sent +To the wild woods in banishment? +No least offence I find in him, +I see no fault his fame to dim. +Not one in all the world I know, +Not outcast wretch, not secret foe, +Whose whispering lips would dare assail +His spotless life with slanderous tale. +Godlike and bounteous, just, sincere, +E'en to his very foemen dear: +Who would without a cause neglect +The right, and such a son reject? +And if a king such order gave, +In second childhood, passion's slave, +What son within his heart would lay +The senseless order, and obey? +Come, Rama, ere this plot be known +Stand by me and secure the throne. +Stand like the King who rules below, +Stand aided by thy brother's bow: +How can the might of meaner men +Resist thy royal purpose then? +My shafts, if rebels court their fate, +Shall lay Ayodhya desolate. +Then shall her streets with blood be dyed +Of those who stand on Bharat's side: +None shall my slaughtering hand exempt, +For gentle patience earns contempt. +If, by Kaikeyí's counsel changed, +Our father's heart be thus estranged, +No mercy must our arm restrain, +But let the foe be slain, be slain. +For should the guide, respected long, +No more discerning right and wrong, +Turn in forbidden paths to stray, +'Tis meet that force his steps should stay. +What power sufficient can he see, +What motive for the wish has he, +That to Kaikeyí would resign +The empire which is justly thine? +Can he, O conqueror of thy foes, +Thy strength and mine in war oppose? +Can he entrust, in our despite, +To Bharat's hand thy royal right? +I love this brother with the whole +Affection of my faithful soul. +Yea Queen, by bow and truth I swear, +By sacrifice, and gift, and prayer, +If Rama to the forest goes, +Or where the burning furnace glows, +First shall my feet the forest tread, +The flames shall first surround my head. +My might shall chase thy grief and tears, +As darkness flies when morn appears. +Do thou, dear Queen, and Rama too +Behold what power like mine can do. +My aged father I will kill, +The vassal of Kaikeyí's will, +Old, yet a child, the woman's thrall, +Infirm, and base, the scorn of all.” +Thus Lakshman cried, the mighty-souled: +Down her sad cheeks the torrents rolled, +As to her son Kauśalya spake: +“Now thou hast heard thy brother, take +His counsel if thou hold it wise, +And do the thing his words advise, +Do not, my son, with tears I pray, +My rival's wicked word obey, +Leave me not here consumed with woe, +Nor to the wood, an exile, go. +If thou, to virtue ever true, +Thy duty's path would still pursue, +The highest duty bids thee stay +And thus thy mother's voice obey. +Thus Kaśyap's great ascetic son +A seat among the Immortals won: +In his own home, subdued, he stayed, +And honour to his mother paid. +If reverence to thy sire be due, +Thy mother claims like honour too, +And thus I charge thee, O my child, +Thou must not seek the forest wild. +Ah, what to me were life and bliss, +Condemned my darling son to miss? +But with my Rama near, to eat +The very grass itself were sweet. +But if thou still wilt go and leave +Thy hapless mother here to grieve, +I from that hour will food abjure, +Nor life without my son endure. +Then it will be thy fate to dwell +In depth of world-detested hell. +As Ocean in the olden time +Was guilty of an impious crime +That marked the lord of each fair flood +As one who spills a Brahman's blood.”288 +Thus spake the queen, and wept, and sighed: +Then righteous Rama thus replied: +“I have no power to slight or break +Commandments which my father spake. +I bend my head, dear lady, low, +Forgive me, for I needs must go. +Once Kandu, mighty saint, who made +His dwelling in the forest shade, +[pg 119] +A cow—and duty's claims he knew— +Obedient to his father, slew. +And in the line from which we spring, +When ordered by their sire the king, +Through earth the sons of Sagar cleft, +And countless things of life bereft.289 +So Jamadagní's son290 obeyed +His sire, when in the wood he laid +His hand upon his axe, and smote +Through Renuka his mother's throat. +The deeds of these and more beside. +Peers of the Gods, my steps shall guide, +And resolute will I fulfil +My father's word, my father's will. +Nor I, O Queen, unsanctioned tread +This righteous path, by duty led: +The road my footsteps journey o'er +Was traversed by the great of yore. +This high command which all accept +Shall faithfully by me be kept, +For duty ne'er will him forsake +Who fears his sire's command to break.” +Thus to his mother wild with grief: +Then thus to Lakshman spake the chief +Of those by whom the bow is bent, +Mid all who speak, most eloquent: +“I know what love for me thou hast, +What firm devotion unsurpassed: +Thy valour and thy worth I know, +And glory that appals the foe. +Blest youth, my mother's woe is great, +It bends her 'neath its matchless weight: +No claims will she, with blinded eyes, +Of truth and patience recognize. +For duty is supreme in place, +And truth is duty's noblest base. +Obedient to my sire's behest +I serve the cause of duty best. +For man should truly do whate'er +To mother, Brahman, sire, he sware: +He must in duty's path remain, +Nor let his word be pledged in vain. +And, O my brother, how can I +Obedience to this charge deny? +Kaikeyí's tongue my purpose spurred, +But 'twas my sire who gave the word. +Cast these unholy thoughts aside +Which smack of war and Warriors' pride; +To duty's call, not wrath attend, +And tread the path which I commend.” +Rama by fond affection moved +His brother Lakshman thus reproved; +Then with joined hands and reverent head +Again to Queen Kauśalya said: +“I needs must go—do thou consent— +To the wild wood in banishment. +O give me, by my life I pray, +Thy blessing ere I go away. +I, when the promised years are o'er, +Shall see Ayodhya's town once more. +Then, mother dear, thy tears restrain, +Nor let thy heart be wrung by pain: +In time, my father's will obeyed, +Shall I return from greenwood shade. +My dear Videhan, thou, and I, +Lakshman, Sumitra, feel this tie, +And must my father's word obey, +As duty bids that rules for aye. +Thy preparations now forgo, +And lock within thy breast thy woe, +Nor be my pious wish withstood +To go an exile to the wood.” +Calm and unmoved the prince explained +His duty's claim and purpose high, +The mother life and sense regained, +Looked on her son and made reply: +“If reverence be thy father's due, +The same by right and love is mine: +Go not, my charge I thus renew, +Nor leave me here in woe to pine, +What were such lonely life to me, +Rites to the shades, or deathless lot? +More dear, my son, one hour with thee +Than all the world where thou art not.” +As bursts to view, when brands blaze high, +Some elephant concealed by night, +So, when he heard his mother's cry, +Burnt Rama's grief with fiercer might. +Thus to the queen, half senseless still, +And Lakshman, burnt with heart-felt pain, +True to the right, with steadfast will, +His duteous speech he spoke again: +“Brother, I know thy loving mind, +Thy valour and thy truth I know, +But now to claims of duty blind +Thou and my mother swell my woe. +The fruits of deeds in human life +Make love, gain, duty, manifest, +Dear when they meet as some fond wife +With her sweet babes upon her breast. +But man to duty first should turn +Whene'er the three are not combined: +For those who heed but gain we spurn, +And those to pleasure all resigned. +Shall then the virtuous disobey +Hosts of an aged king and sire, +Though feverous joy that father sway, +Or senseless love or causeless ire? +I have no power, commanded thus, +To slight his promise and decree: +The honoured sire of both of us, +My mother's lord and life is he. +Shall she, while yet the holy king +Is living, on the right intent,— +Shall she, like some poor widowed thing, +Go forth with me to banishment? +Now, mother, speed thy parting son, +And let thy blessing soothe my pain, +[pg 120] +That I may turn, mine exile done, +Like King Yayati, home again. +Fair glory and the fruit she gives, +For lust of sway I ne'er will slight: +What, for the span a mortal lives. +Were rule of faith without the right?” +He soothed her thus, firm to the last +His counsel to his brother told: +Then round the queen in reverence passed, +And held her in his loving hold. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_97.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_97.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..57e315f70a241a32a7fe533960976122908115cc --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_97.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +Canto XXIII. Lakshman's Anger. + +So Rama kept unshaken still +His noble heart with iron will. +To his dear brother next he turned, +Whose glaring eyes with fury burned, +Indignant, panting like a snake, +And thus again his counsel spake: +“Thine anger and thy grief restrain, +And firm in duty's path remain. +Dear brother, lay thy scorn aside, +And be the right thy joy and pride. +Thy ready zeal and thoughtful care +To aid what rites should grace the heir,— +These 'tis another's now to ask; +Come, gird thee for thy noble task, +That Bharat's throning rites may he +Graced with the things prepared for me. +And with thy gentle care provide +That her fond heart, now sorely tried +With fear and longing for my sake, +With doubt and dread may never ache. +To know that thoughts of coming ill +One hour that tender bosom fill +With agony and dark despair +Is grief too great for me to bear. +I cannot, brother, call to mind +One wilful fault or undesigned, +When I have pained in anything +My mothers or my sire the king. +The right my father keeps in view, +In promise, word, and action true; +Let him then all his fear dismiss, +Nor dread the loss of future bliss. +He fears his truth herein will fail: +Hence bitter thoughts his heart assail. +He trembles lest the rites proceed, +And at his pangs my heart should bleed. +So now this earnest wish is mine, +The consecration to resign, +And from this city turn away +To the wild wood with no delay. +My banishment to-day will free +Kaikeyí from her cares, that she, +At last contented and elate, +May Bharat's throning celebrate. +Then will the lady's trouble cease, +Then will her heart have joy and peace, +When wandering in the wood I wear +Deerskin, and bark, and matted hair. +Nor shall by me his heart be grieved +Whose choice approved, whose mind conceived +This counsel which I follow. No, +Forth to the forest will I go. +'Tis Fate, Sumitras son, confess, +That sends me to the wilderness. +'Tis Fate alone that gives away +To other hands the royal sway. +How could Kaikeyí's purpose bring +On me this pain and suffering, +Were not her change of heart decreed +By Fate whose will commands the deed? +I know my filial love has been +The same throughout for every queen, +And with the same affection she +Has treated both her son and me. +Her shameful words of cruel spite +To stay the consecrating rite, +And drive me banished from the throne,— +These I ascribe to Fate alone, +How could she, born of royal race, +Whom nature decks with fairest grace, +Speak like a dame of low degree +Before the king to torture me? +But Fate, which none may comprehend, +To which all life must bow and bend, +In her and me its power has shown, +And all my hopes are overthrown. +What man, Sumitra's darling, may +Contend with Fate's resistless sway, +Whose all-commanding power we find +Our former deeds alone can bind? +Our life and death, our joy and pain, +Anger and fear, and loss and gain, +Each thing that is, in every state, +All is the work of none but Fate. +E'en saints, inspired with rigid zeal, +When once the stroke of Fate they feel, +In sternest vows no more engage, +And fall enslaved by love and rage. +So now the sudden stroke whose weight +Descends unlooked for, comes of Fate, +And with unpitying might destroys +The promise of commencing joys. +Weigh this true counsel in thy soul: +With thy firm heart thy heart control; +Then, brother, thou wilt cease to grieve +For hindered rites which now I leave. +So cast thy needless grief away, +And strictly my commands obey. +Those preparations check with speed, +Nor let my throning rites proceed. +Those urns that stand prepared to shed +King-making drops upon my head, +Shall, with their pure lustrations now +Inaugurate my hermit's vow. +[pg 121] +Yet what have I to do with things +That touch the state and pomp of kings? +These hands of mine shall water take +To sanctify the vow I make. +Now Lakshman, let thy heart no more +My fortune changed and lost deplore. +A forest life more joys may bring +Than those that wait upon a king, +Now though her arts successful mar +My consecrating rite, +Let not the youngest queen too far +Thy jealous fear excite. +Nor let one thought suggesting ill +Upon our father fall, +But let thy heart remember still +That Fate is lord of all.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_98.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_98.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b479b0b26262ad6de8dfed5bd0644a1b0e86fca1 --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_98.txt @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +Canto XXIV. Kausalya Calmed. + +Thus Rama to his brother said; +And Lakshman bent his drooping head. +In turns by grief and pride impelled, +A middle course of thought he held, +Then in a frown of anger, bent +His brows that chief most excellent, +And like a serpent in his hole, +Breathed fierce and fast in wrath of soul. +His threatening brows so darkly frowned, +His eyes so fiercely glanced around, +They made his glare, which none might brook, +Like some infuriate lion's look. +Like some wild elephant, full oft +He raised and shook his hand291 aloft. +Now turned his neck to left and right +Now bent, now raised its stately height. +Now in his rage that sword he felt +Which mangling wounds to foemen dealt, +With sidelong glance his brother eyed, +And thus in burning words replied: +“Thy rash resolve, thy eager haste, +Thy mighty fear, are all misplaced: +No room is here for duty's claim, +No cause to dread the people's blame. +Can one as brave as thou consent +To use a coward's argument? +The glory of the Warrior race +With craven speech his lips debase? +Can one like thee so falsely speak, +Exalting Fate, confessed so weak? +Canst thou, undoubting still restrain? +Suspicions of those sinful twain? +Canst thou, most duteous, fail to know +Their hearts are set on duty's show? +They with deceit have set their trains, +And now the fruit rewards their pains. +Had they not long ago agreed, +O Rama, on this treacherous deed, +That promised boon, so long retained, +He erst had given and she had gained. +I cannot, O my brother, bear +To see another throned as heir +With rites which all our people hate: +Then, O, this passion tolerate. +This vaunted duty which can guide +Thy steps from wisdom's path aside, +And change the counsel of thy breast, +O lofty-hearted, I detest. +Wilt thou, when power and might are thine, +Submit to this abhorred design? +Thy father's impious hest fulfil, +That vassal of Kaikeyí's will? +But if thou still wilt shut thine eyes, +Nor see the guile herein that lies, +My soul is sad, I deeply mourn, +And duty seems a thing to scorn. +Canst thou one moment think to please +This pair who live for love and ease, +And 'gainst thy peace, as foes, allied, +With tenderest names their hatred hide? +Now if thy judgment still refers +To Fate this plot of his and hers, +My mind herein can ne'er agree: +And O, in this be ruled by me. +Weak, void of manly pride are they +Who bend to Fate's imputed sway: +The choicest souls, the nobly great +Disdain to bow their heads to Fate. +And he who dares his Fate control +With vigorous act and manly soul, +Though threatening Fate his hopes assail, +Unmoved through all need never quail. +This day mankind shall learn aright +The power of Fate and human might, +So shall the gulf that lies between +A man and Fate be clearly seen. +The might of Fate subdued by me +This hour the citizens shall see, +Who saw its intervention stay +Thy consecrating rites to-day. +My power shall turn this Fate aside, +That threatens, as, with furious stride, +An elephant who scorns to feel, +In rage unchecked, the driver's steel. +Not the great Lords whose sleepless might +Protects the worlds, shall stay the rite +Though earth, hell, heaven combine their powers: +And shall we fear this sire of ours? +Then if their minds are idly bent +To doom thee, King, to banishment, +Through twice seven years of exile they +[pg 122] +Shall in the lonely forest stay. +I will consume the hopes that fire +The queen Kaikeyí and our sire, +That to her son this check will bring +Advantage, making Bharat king. +The power of Fate will ne'er withstand +The might that arms my vigorous hand; +If danger and distress assail, +My fearless strength will still prevail. +A thousand circling years shall flee: +The forest then thy home shall be, +And thy good sons, succeeding, hold +The empire which their sire controlled. +The royal saints, of old who reigned, +For aged kings this rest ordained: +These to their sons their realm commit +That they, like sires, may cherish it. +O pious soul, if thou decline +The empire which is justly thine, +Lest, while the king distracted lies, +Disorder in the state should rise, +I,—or no mansion may I find +In worlds to hero souls assigned,— +The guardian of thy realm will be, +As the sea-bank protects the sea. +Then cast thine idle fears aside: +With prosperous rites be sanctified. +The lords of earth may strive in vain: +My power shall all their force restrain. +My pair of arms, my warrior's bow +Are not for pride or empty show: +For no support these shafts were made; +And binding up ill suits my blade: +To pierce the foe with deadly breach— +This is the work of all and each. +But small, methinks the love I show +For him I count my mortal foe. +Soon as my trenchant steel is bare, +Flashing its lightning through the air, +I heed no foe, nor stand aghast +Though Indra's self the levin cast. +Then shall the ways be hard to pass, +Where chariots lie in ruinous mass; +When elephant and man and steed +Crushed in the murderous onslaught bleed, +And legs and heads fall, heap on heap, +Beneath my sword's tremendous sweep. +Struck by my keen brand's trenchant blade, +Thine enemies shall fall dismayed, +Like towering mountains rent in twain, +Or lightning clouds that burst in rain. +When armed with brace and glove I stand, +And take my trusty bow in hand, +Who then shall vaunt his might? who dare +Count him a man to meet me there? +Then will I loose my shafts, and strike +Man, elephant, and steed alike: +At one shall many an arrow fly, +And many a foe with one shall die. +This day the world my power shall see, +That none in arms can rival me: +My strength the monarch shall abase, +And set thee, lord, in lordliest place. +These arms which breathe the sandal's scent, +Which golden bracelets ornament, +These hands which precious gifts bestow, +Which guard the friend and smite the foe, +A nobler service shall assay, +And fight in Rama's cause to-day, +The robbers of thy rights to stay. +Speak, brother, tell thy foeman's name +Whom I, in conquering strife, +May strip of followers and fame, +Of fortune, or of life. +Say, how may all this sea-girt land +Be brought to own thy sway: +Thy faithful servant here I stand +To listen and obey.” +Then strove the bride of Raghu's race +Sad Lakshman's heart to cheer, +While slowly down the hero's face, +Unchecked, there rolled a tear. +“The orders of my sire,” he cried, +“My will shall ne'er oppose: +I follow still, whate'er betide, +The path which duty shows.” \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/msci/ramayan_cleaned_99.txt b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_99.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a84a10ccc6d7506fa400ed4fd25525232e1228e --- /dev/null +++ b/msci/ramayan_cleaned_99.txt @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ +Canto XXV. Kausalya's Blessing. + +But when Kauśalyasaw that he +Resolved to keep his sire's decree, +While tears and sobs her utterance broke, +Her very righteous speech she spoke: +“Can he, a stranger yet to pain, +Whose pleasant words all hearts enchain, +Son of the king and me the queen, +Live on the grain his hands may glean; +Can he, whose slaves and menials eat +The finest cakes of sifted wheat— +Can Rama in the forest live +On roots and fruit which woodlands give; +Who will believe, who will not fear +When the sad story smites his ear, +That one so dear, so noble held, +Is by the king his sire expelled? +Now surely none may Fate resist, +Which orders all as it may list, +If, Rama, in thy strength and grace, +The woods become thy dwelling-place. +A childless mother long I grieved, +And many a sigh for offspring heaved, +With wistful longing weak and worn +Till thou at last, my son, wast born. +Fanned by the storm of that desire +Deep in my soul I felt the fire, +Whose offerings flowed from weeping eyes, +With fuel fed of groans and sighs, +[pg 123] +While round the flame the smoke grew hot +Of tears because thou camest not. +Now reft of thee, too fiery fierce +The flame of woe my heart will pierce, +As, when the days of spring return, +The sun's hot beams the forest burn. +The mother cow still follows near +The wanderings of her youngling dear. +So close to thine my feet shall be, +Where'er thou goest following thee.” +Rama, the noblest lord of men, +Heard his fond mother's speech, and then +In soothing words like these replied +To the sad queen who wept and sighed: +“Nay, by Kaikeyí's art beguiled, +When I am banished to the wild, +If thou, my mother, also fly, +The aged king will surely die. +When wedded dames their lords forsake, +Long for the crime their souls shall ache. +Thou must not e'en in thought within +Thy bosom frame so dire a sin. +Long as Kakutstha's son, who reigns +Lord of the earth, in life remains, +Thou must with love his will obey: +This duty claims, supreme for aye. +Yes, mother, thou and I must be +Submissive to my sire's decree, +King, husband, sire is he confessed, +The lord of all, the worthiest. +I in the wilds my days will spend +Till twice seven years have reached an end, +Then with great joy will come again, +And faithful to thy hests remain.” +Kauśalya by her son addressed, +With love and passion sore distressed, +Afflicted, with her eyes bedewed, +To Rama thus her speech renewed: +“Nay, Rama, but my heart will break +If with these queens my home I make. +Lead me too with thee; let me go +And wander like a woodland roe.” +Then, while no tear the hero shed, +Thus to the weeping queen he said: +“Mother, while lives the husband, he +Is woman's lord and deity. +O dearest lady, thou and I +Our lord and king must ne'er deny; +The lord of earth himself have we +Our guardian wise and friend to be. +And Bharat, true to duty's call, +Whose sweet words take the hearts of all, +Will serve thee well, and ne'er forget +The virtuous path before him set. +Be this, I pray, thine earnest care, +That the old king my father ne'er, +When I have parted hence, may know, +Grieved for his son, a pang of woe. +Let not this grief his soul distress, +To kill him with the bitterness. +With duteous care, in every thing, +Love, comfort, cheer the aged king. +Though, best of womankind, a spouse +Keeps firmly all her fasts and vows, +Nor yet her husband's will obeys, +She treads in sin's forbidden ways. +She to her husband's will who bends, +Goes to high bliss that never ends, +Yea, though the Gods have found in her +No reverential worshipper. +Bent on his weal, a woman still +Must seek to do her husband's will: +For Scripture, custom, law uphold +This duty Heaven revealed of old. +Honour true Brahmans for my sake, +And constant offerings duly make, +With fire-oblations and with flowers, +To all the host of heavenly powers. +Look to the coming time, and yearn +For the glad hour of my return. +And still thy duteous course pursue, +Abstemious, humble, kind, and true. +The highest bliss shalt thou obtain +When I from exile come again, +If, best of those who keep the right, +The king my sire still see the light.” +The queen, by Rama thus addressed, +Still with a mother's grief oppressed, +While her long eyes with tears were dim, +Began once more and answered him: +“Not by my pleading may be stayed +The firm resolve thy soul has made. +My hero, thou wilt go; and none +The stern commands of Fate may shun. +Go forth, dear child whom naught can bend, +And may all bliss thy steps attend. +Thou wilt return, and that dear day +Will chase mine every grief away. +Thou wilt return, thy duty done, +Thy vows discharged, high glory won; +From filial debt wilt thou be free, +And sweetest joy will come on me. +My son, the will of mighty Fate +At every time must dominate, +If now it drives thee hence to stray +Heedless of me who bid thee stay. +Go, strong of arm, go forth, my boy, +Go forth, again to come with joy, +And thine expectant mother cheer +With those sweet tones she loves to hear. +O that the blessed hour were nigh +When thou shalt glad this anxious eye, +With matted hair and hermit dress +returning from the wilderness.” +Kauśalya's conscious soul approved, +As her proud glance she bent +On Rama constant and unmoved, +Resolved on banishment. +Such words, with happy omens fraught +To her dear son she said, +Invoking with each eager thought +A blessing on his head. +[pg 124] \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/ramayan.txt b/ramayan.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8d3ac01bd55c62585d9440e77829f7f8ce407137 --- /dev/null +++ b/ramayan.txt @@ -0,0 +1,53589 @@ +Title: The Ramayana + +Canto I. Narad.7 +OM.8 +To sainted Narad, prince of those +Whose lore in words of wisdom flows. +Whose constant care and chief delight +Were Scripture and ascetic rite, +The good Valmíki, first and best +[pg 002] +Of hermit saints, these words addressed:9 +“In all this world, I pray thee, who +Is virtuous, heroic, true? +Firm in his vows, of grateful mind, +To every creature good and kind? +Bounteous, and holy, just, and wise, +Alone most fair to all men's eyes? +Devoid of envy, firm, and sage, +Whose tranquil soul ne'er yields to rage? +Whom, when his warrior wrath is high, +Do Gods embattled fear and fly? +Whose noble might and gentle skill +The triple world can guard from ill? +Who is the best of princes, he +Who loves his people's good to see? +The store of bliss, the living mine +Where brightest joys and virtues shine? +Queen Fortune's10 best and dearest friend, +Whose steps her choicest gifts attend? +Who may with Sun and Moon compare, +With Indra,11 Vishnu,12 Fire, and Air? +Grant, Saint divine,13 the boon I ask, +For thee, I ween, an easy task, +To whom the power is given to know +If such a man breathe here below.” +Then Narad, clear before whose eye +The present, past, and future lie,14 +Made ready answer: “Hermit, where +Are graces found so high and rare? +Yet listen, and my tongue shall tell +In whom alone these virtues dwell. +From old Ikshvaku's15 line he came, +Known to the world by Rama's name: +With soul subdued, a chief of might, +In Scripture versed, in glory bright, +His steps in virtue's paths are bent, +Obedient, pure, and eloquent. +In each emprise he wins success, +And dying foes his power confess. +Tall and broad-shouldered, strong of limb, +Fortune has set her mark on him. +Graced with a conch-shell's triple line, +His throat displays the auspicious sign.16 +[pg 003] +High destiny is clear impressed +On massive jaw and ample chest, +His mighty shafts he truly aims, +And foemen in the battle tames. +Deep in the muscle, scarcely shown, +Embedded lies his collar-bone. +His lordly steps are firm and free, +His strong arms reach below his knee;17 +All fairest graces join to deck +His head, his brow, his stately neck, +And limbs in fair proportion set: +The manliest form e'er fashioned yet. +Graced with each high imperial mark, +His skin is soft and lustrous dark. +Large are his eyes that sweetly shine +With majesty almost divine. +His plighted word he ne'er forgets; +On erring sense a watch he sets. +By nature wise, his teacher's skill +Has trained him to subdue his will. +Good, resolute and pure, and strong, +He guards mankind from scathe and wrong, +And lends his aid, and ne'er in vain, +The cause of justice to maintain. +Well has he studied o'er and o'er +The Vedas18and their kindred lore. +Well skilled is he the bow to draw,19 +Well trained in arts and versed in law; +High-souled and meet for happy fate, +Most tender and compassionate; +The noblest of all lordly givers, +Whom good men follow, as the rivers +Follow the King of Floods, the sea: +So liberal, so just is he. +The joy of Queen Kauśalya's20heart, +In every virtue he has part: +Firm as Himalaya's21 snowy steep, +Unfathomed like the mighty deep: +The peer of Vishnu's power and might, +And lovely as the Lord of Night;22 +Patient as Earth, but, roused to ire, +Fierce as the world-destroying fire; +In bounty like the Lord of Gold,23 +And Justice self in human mould. +With him, his best and eldest son, +By all his princely virtues won +King Daśaratha24 willed to share +His kingdom as the Regent Heir. +But when Kaikeyí, youngest queen, +With eyes of envious hate had seen +The solemn pomp and regal state +Prepared the prince to consecrate, +She bade the hapless king bestow +Two gifts he promised long ago, +That Rama to the woods should flee, +And that her child the heir should be. +By chains of duty firmly tied, +The wretched king perforce complied. +[pg 004] +Rama, to please Kaikeyí went +Obedient forth to banishment. +Then Lakshman's truth was nobly shown, +Then were his love and courage known, +When for his brother's sake he dared +All perils, and his exile shared. +And Síta, Rama's darling wife, +Loved even as he loved his life, +Whom happy marks combined to bless, +A miracle of loveliness, +Of Janak's royal lineage sprung, +Most excellent of women, clung +To her dear lord, like Rohiní +Rejoicing with the Moon to be.25 +The King and people, sad of mood, +The hero's car awhile pursued. +But when Prince Rama lighted down +At Śringavera's pleasant town, +Where Ganga's holy waters flow, +He bade his driver turn and go. +Guha, Nishadas' king, he met, +And on the farther bank was set. +Then on from wood to wood they strayed, +O'er many a stream, through constant shade, +As Bharadvaja bade them, till +They came to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +And Rama there, with Lakshman's aid, +A pleasant little cottage made, +And spent his days with Síta, dressed +In coat of bark and deerskin vest.26 +And Chitrakúṭa grew to be +As bright with those illustrious three +As Meru's27 sacred peaks that shine +With glory, when the Gods recline +Beneath them: Śiva's28 self between +The Lord of Gold and Beauty's Queen. +The aged king for Rama pined, +And for the skies the earth resigned. +Bharat, his son, refused to reign, +Though urged by all the twice-born29 train. +Forth to the woods he fared to meet +His brother, fell before his feet, +And cried, “Thy claim all men allow: +O come, our lord and king be thou.” +But Rama nobly chose to be +Observant of his sire's decree. +He placed his sandals30 in his hand +A pledge that he would rule the land: +And bade his brother turn again. +Then Bharat, finding prayer was vain, +The sandals took and went away; +Nor in Ayodhya would he stay. +But turned to Nandigrama, where +He ruled the realm with watchful care, +Still longing eagerly to learn +Tidings of Rama's safe return. +Then lest the people should repeat +Their visit to his calm retreat, +Away from Chitrakúṭa's hill +Fared Rama ever onward till +[pg 005] +Beneath the shady trees he stood +Of Danḍaka's primeval wood, +Viradha, giant fiend, he slew, +And then Agastya's friendship knew. +Counselled by him he gained the sword +And bow of Indra, heavenly lord: +A pair of quivers too, that bore +Of arrows an exhaustless store. +While there he dwelt in greenwood shade +The trembling hermits sought his aid, +And bade him with his sword and bow +Destroy the fiends who worked them woe: +To come like Indra strong and brave, +A guardian God to help and save. +And Rama's falchion left its trace +Deep cut on Śúrpanakha's face: +A hideous giantess who came +Burning for him with lawless flame. +Their sister's cries the giants heard. +And vengeance in each bosom stirred: +The monster of the triple head. +And Dúshan to the contest sped. +But they and myriad fiends beside +Beneath the might of Rama died. +When Ravan, dreaded warrior, knew +The slaughter of his giant crew: +Ravan, the king, whose name of fear +Earth, hell, and heaven all shook to hear: +He bade the fiend Marícha aid +The vengeful plot his fury laid. +In vain the wise Marícha tried +To turn him from his course aside: +Not Ravan's self, he said, might hope +With Rama and his strength to cope. +Impelled by fate and blind with rage +He came to Rama's hermitage. +There, by Marícha's magic art, +He wiled the princely youths apart, +The vulture31 slew, and bore away +The wife of Rama as his prey. +The son of Raghu32 came and found +Jaṭayu slain upon the ground. +He rushed within his leafy cot; +He sought his wife, but found her not. +Then, then the hero's senses failed; +In mad despair he wept and wailed. +Upon the pile that bird he laid, +And still in quest of Síta strayed. +A hideous giant then he saw, +Kabandha named, a shape of awe. +The monstrous fiend he smote and slew, +And in the flame the body threw; +When straight from out the funeral flame +In lovely form Kabandha came, +And bade him seek in his distress +A wise and holy hermitess. +By counsel of this saintly dame +To Pampa's pleasant flood he came, +And there the steadfast friendship won +Of Hanuman the Wind-God's son. +Counselled by him he told his grief +To great Sugríva, Vanar chief, +Who, knowing all the tale, before +The sacred flame alliance swore. +Sugríva to his new-found friend +Told his own story to the end: +His hate of Bali for the wrong +And insult he had borne so long. +And Rama lent a willing ear +And promised to allay his fear. +Sugríva warned him of the might +Of Bali, matchless in the fight, +And, credence for his tale to gain, +Showed the huge fiend33 by Bali slain. +The prostrate corse of mountain size +Seemed nothing in the hero's eyes; +He lightly kicked it, as it lay, +And cast it twenty leagues34 away. +To prove his might his arrows through +Seven palms in line, uninjured, flew. +He cleft a mighty hill apart, +And down to hell he hurled his dart. +Then high Sugríva's spirit rose, +Assured of conquest o'er his foes. +With his new champion by his side +To vast Kishkindha's cave he hied. +Then, summoned by his awful shout, +King Bali came in fury out, +First comforted his trembling wife, +Then sought Sugríva in the strife. +One shaft from Rama's deadly bow +The monarch in the dust laid low. +Then Rama bade Sugríva reign +In place of royal Bali slain. +Then speedy envoys hurried forth +Eastward and westward, south and north, +Commanded by the grateful king +Tidings of Rama's spouse to bring. +Then by Sampati's counsel led, +Brave Hanuman, who mocked at dread, +Sprang at one wild tremendous leap +Two hundred leagues across the deep. +To Lanka's35 town he urged his way, +Where Ravan held his royal sway. +[pg 006] +There pensive 'neath Aśoka36 boughs +He found poor Síta, Rama's spouse. +He gave the hapless girl a ring, +A token from her lord and king. +A pledge from her fair hand he bore; +Then battered down the garden door. +Five captains of the host he slew, +Seven sons of councillors o'erthrew; +Crushed youthful Aksha on the field, +Then to his captors chose to yield. +Soon from their bonds his limbs were free, +But honouring the high decree +Which Brahma37 had pronounced of yore, +He calmly all their insults bore. +The town he burnt with hostile flame, +And spoke again with Rama's dame, +Then swiftly back to Rama flew +With tidings of the interview. +Then with Sugríva for his guide, +Came Rama to the ocean side. +He smote the sea with shafts as bright +As sunbeams in their summer height, +And quick appeared the Rivers' King38 +Obedient to the summoning. +A bridge was thrown by Nala o'er +The narrow sea from shore to shore.39 +They crossed to Lanka's golden town, +Where Rama's hand smote Ravan down. +Vibhishan there was left to reign +Over his brother's wide domain. +To meet her husband Síta came; +But Rama, stung with ire and shame, +With bitter words his wife addressed +Before the crowd that round her pressed. +But Síta, touched with noble ire, +Gave her fair body to the fire. +Then straight the God of Wind appeared, +And words from heaven her honour cleared. +And Rama clasped his wife again, +Uninjured, pure from spot and stain, +Obedient to the Lord of Fire +And the high mandate of his sire. +Led by the Lord who rules the sky, +The Gods and heavenly saints drew nigh, +And honoured him with worthy meed, +Rejoicing in each glorious deed. +His task achieved, his foe removed, +He triumphed, by the Gods approved. +By grace of Heaven he raised to life +The chieftains slain in mortal strife; +Then in the magic chariot through +The clouds to Nandigrama flew. +Met by his faithful brothers there, +He loosed his votive coil of hair: +Thence fair Ayodhya's town he gained, +And o'er his father's kingdom reigned. +Disease or famine ne'er oppressed +His happy people, richly blest +With all the joys of ample wealth, +Of sweet content and perfect health. +No widow mourned her well-loved mate, +No sire his son's untimely fate. +They feared not storm or robber's hand; +No fire or flood laid waste the land: +The Golden Age40 had come again +To bless the days of Rama's reign. +From him, the great and glorious king, +Shall many a princely scion spring. +And he shall rule, beloved by men, +Ten thousand years and hundreds ten,41 +And when his life on earth is past +To Brahma's world shall go at last.” +Whoe'er this noble poem reads +That tells the tale of Rama's deeds, +Good as the Scriptures, he shall be +From every sin and blemish free. +Whoever reads the saving strain, +With all his kin the heavens shall gain. +Brahmans who read shall gather hence +The highest praise for eloquence. +The warrior, o'er the land shall reign, +The merchant, luck in trade obtain; +And Śúdras listening42 ne'er shall fail +To reap advantage from the tale.43 +[pg 007] +Canto II. Brahma's Visit +Valmíki, graceful speaker, heard, +To highest admiration stirred. +To him whose fame the tale rehearsed +He paid his mental worship first; +Then with his pupil humbly bent +Before the saint most eloquent. +Thus honoured and dismissed the seer +Departed to his heavenly sphere. +Then from his cot Valmíki hied +To Tamasa's44 sequestered side, +Not far remote from Ganga's tide. +He stood and saw the ripples roll +Pellucid o'er a pebbly shoal. +To Bharadvaja45 by his side +He turned in ecstasy, and cried: +“See, pupil dear, this lovely sight, +The smooth-floored shallow, pure and bright, +With not a speck or shade to mar, +And clear as good men's bosoms are. +Here on the brink thy pitcher lay, +And bring my zone of bark, I pray. +Here will I bathe: the rill has not, +To lave the limbs, a fairer spot. +Do quickly as I bid, nor waste +The precious time; away, and haste.” +Obedient to his master's hest +Quick from the cot he brought the vest; +The hermit took it from his hand, +And tightened round his waist the band; +Then duly dipped and bathed him there, +And muttered low his secret prayer. +To spirits and to Gods he made +Libation of the stream, and strayed +Viewing the forest deep and wide +That spread its shade on every side. +Close by the bank he saw a pair +Of curlews sporting fearless there. +But suddenly with evil mind +An outcast fowler stole behind, +And, with an aim too sure and true, +The male bird near the hermit slew. +The wretched hen in wild despair +With fluttering pinions beat the air, +And shrieked a long and bitter cry +When low on earth she saw him lie, +Her loved companion, quivering, dead, +His dear wings with his lifeblood red; +And for her golden crested mate +She mourned, and was disconsolate. +The hermit saw the slaughtered bird, +And all his heart with ruth was stirred. +The fowler's impious deed distressed +His gentle sympathetic breast, +And while the curlew's sad cries rang +Within his ears, the hermit sang: +“No fame be thine for endless time, +Because, base outcast, of thy crime, +Whose cruel hand was fain to slay +One of this gentle pair at play!” +E'en as he spoke his bosom wrought +And laboured with the wondering thought +What was the speech his ready tongue +Had uttered when his heart was wrung. +He pondered long upon the speech, +Recalled the words and measured each, +And thus exclaimed the saintly guide +To Bharadvaja by his side: +“With equal lines of even feet, +With rhythm and time and tone complete, +The measured form of words I spoke +In shock of grief be termed a śloke.”46 +And Bharadvaja, nothing slow +His faithful love and zeal to show, +Answered those words of wisdom, “Be +The name, my lord, as pleases thee.” +As rules prescribe the hermit took +Some lustral water from the brook. +But still on this his constant thought +Kept brooding, as his home he sought; +While Bharadvaja paced behind, +A pupil sage of lowly mind, +And in his hand a pitcher bore +With pure fresh water brimming o'er. +Soon as they reached their calm retreat +The holy hermit took his seat; +His mind from worldly cares recalled, +And mused in deepest thought enthralled. +Then glorious Brahma,47 Lord Most High, +Creator of the earth and sky, +[pg 008] +The four-faced God, to meet the sage +Came to Valmíki's hermitage. +Soon as the mighty God he saw, +Up sprang the saint in wondering awe. +Mute, with clasped hands, his head he bent, +And stood before him reverent. +His honoured guest he greeted well, +Who bade him of his welfare tell; +Gave water for his blessed feet, +Brought offerings,48 and prepared a seat. +In honoured place the God Most High +Sate down, and bade the saint sit nigh. +There sate before Valmíki's eyes +The Father of the earth and skies; +But still the hermit's thoughts were bent +On one thing only, all intent +On that poor curlew's mournful fate +Lamenting for her slaughtered mate; +And still his lips, in absent mood, +The verse that told his grief, renewed: +“Woe to the fowler's impious hand +That did the deed that folly planned; +That could to needless death devote +The curlew of the tuneful throat!” +The heavenly Father smiled in glee, +And said, “O best of hermits, see, +A verse, unconscious, thou hast made; +No longer be the task delayed. +Seek not to trace, with labour vain, +The unpremeditated strain. +The tuneful lines thy lips rehearsed +Spontaneous from thy bosom burst. +Then come, O best of seers, relate +The life of Rama good and great, +The tale that saintly Narad told, +In all its glorious length unfold. +Of all the deeds his arm has done +Upon this earth, omit not one, +And thus the noble life record +Of that wise, brave, and virtuous lord. +His every act to day displayed, +His secret life to none betrayed: +How Lakshman, how the giants fought; +With high emprise and hidden thought: +And all that Janak's child49 befell +Where all could see, where none could tell. +The whole of this shall truly be +Made known, O best of saints, to thee. +In all thy poem, through my grace, +No word of falsehood shall have place. +Begin the story, and rehearse +The tale divine in charming verse. +As long as in this firm-set land +The streams shall flow, the mountains stand, +So long throughout the world, be sure, +The great Ramayan shall endure.50 +While the Ramayan's ancient strain +Shall glorious in the earth remain, +To higher spheres shalt thou arise +And dwell with me above the skies.” +He spoke, and vanished into air, +And left Valmíki wondering there. +The pupils of the holy man, +Moved by their love of him, began +To chant that verse, and ever more +They marvelled as they sang it o'er: +“Behold, the four-lined balanced rime, +Repeated over many a time, +In words that from the hermit broke +In shock of grief, becomes a śloke.” +This measure now Valmíki chose +Wherein his story to compose. +In hundreds of such verses, sweet +With equal lines and even feet, +The saintly poet, lofty-souled, +The glorious deeds of Rama told. +Canto III. The Argument. +The hermit thus with watchful heed +Received the poem's pregnant seed, +And looked with eager thought around +If fuller knowledge might be found. +[pg 009] +His lips with water first bedewed,51 +He sate, in reverent attitude +On holy grass,52 the points all bent +Together toward the orient;53 +And thus in meditation he +Entered the path of poesy. +Then clearly, through his virtue's might, +All lay discovered to his sight, +Whate'er befell, through all their life, +Rama, his brother, and his wife: +And Daśaratha and each queen +At every time, in every scene: +His people too, of every sort; +The nobles of his princely court: +Whate'er was said, whate'er decreed, +Each time they sate each plan and deed: +For holy thought and fervent rite +Had so refined his keener sight +That by his sanctity his view +The present, past, and future knew, +And he with mental eye could grasp, +Like fruit within his fingers clasp, +The life of Rama, great and good, +Roaming with Síta in the wood. +He told, with secret-piercing eyes, +The tale of Rama's high emprise, +Each listening ear that shall entice, +A sea of pearls of highest price. +Thus good Valmíki, sage divine, +Rehearsed the tale of Raghu's line, +As Narad, heavenly saint, before +Had traced the story's outline o'er. +He sang of Rama's princely birth, +His kindness and heroic worth; +His love for all, his patient youth, +His gentleness and constant truth, +And many a tale and legend old +By holy Viśvamitra told. +How Janak's child he wooed and won, +And broke the bow that bent to none. +How he with every virtue fraught +His namesake Rama54 met and fought. +The choice of Rama for the throne; +The malice by Kaikeyí shown, +Whose evil counsel marred the plan +And drove him forth a banisht man. +How the king grieved and groaned, and cried, +And swooned away and pining died. +The subjects' woe when thus bereft; +And how the following crowds he left: +With Guha talked, and firmly stern +Ordered his driver to return. +How Ganga's farther shore he gained; +By Bharadvaja entertained, +By whose advice he journeyed still +And came to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +How there he dwelt and built a cot; +How Bharat journeyed to the spot; +His earnest supplication made; +Drink-offerings to their father paid; +The sandals given by Rama's hand, +As emblems of his right, to stand: +How from his presence Bharat went +And years in Nandigrama spent. +How Rama entered Danḍak wood +And in Sutíkhna's presence stood. +The favour Anasúya showed, +The wondrous balsam she bestowed. +How Śarabhanga's dwelling-place +They sought; saw Indra face to face; +The meeting with Agastya gained; +The heavenly bow from him obtained. +How Rama with Viradha met; +Their home in Panchavaṭa set. +How Śúrpanakha underwent +The mockery and disfigurement. +Of Triśira's and Khara's fall, +Of Ravan roused at vengeance call, +Marícha doomed, without escape; +The fair Videhan55 lady's rape. +How Rama wept and raved in vain, +And how the Vulture-king was slain. +How Rama fierce Kabandha slew; +Then to the side of Pampa drew, +Met Hanuman, and her whose vows +Were kept beneath the greenwood boughs. +How Raghu's son, the lofty-souled, +On Pampa's bank wept uncontrolled, +Then journeyed, Rishyamúk to reach, +And of Sugríva then had speech. +The friendship made, which both had sought: +How Bali and Sugríva fought. +How Bali in the strife was slain, +And how Sugríva came to reign. +The treaty, Tara's wild lament; +The rainy nights in watching spent. +The wrath of Raghu's lion son; +The gathering of the hosts in one. +The sending of the spies about, +And all the regions pointed out. +The ring by Rama's hand bestowed; +The cave wherein the bear abode. +The fast proposed, their lives to end; +Sampati gained to be their friend. +[pg 010] +The scaling of the hill, the leap +Of Hanuman across the deep. +Ocean's command that bade them seek +Mainaka of the lofty peak. +The death of Sinhika, the sight +Of Lanka with her palace bright +How Hanuman stole in at eve; +His plan the giants to deceive. +How through the square he made his way +To chambers where the women lay, +Within the Aśoka garden came +And there found Rama's captive dame. +His colloquy with her he sought, +And giving of the ring he brought. +How Síta gave a gem o'erjoyed; +How Hanuman the grove destroyed. +How giantesses trembling fled, +And servant fiends were smitten dead. +How Hanuman was seized; their ire +When Lanka blazed with hostile fire. +His leap across the sea once more; +The eating of the honey store. +How Rama he consoled, and how +He showed the gem from Síta's brow. +With Ocean, Rama's interview; +The bridge that Nala o'er it threw. +The crossing, and the sitting down +At night round Lanka's royal town. +The treaty with Vibhíshan made: +The plan for Ravan's slaughter laid. +How Kumbhakarna in his pride +And Meghanada fought and died. +How Ravan in the fight was slain, +And captive Síta brought again. +Vibhíshan set upon the throne; +The flying chariot Pushpak shown. +How Brahma and the Gods appeared, +And Síta's doubted honour cleared. +How in the flying car they rode +To Bharadvaja's cabin abode. +The Wind-God's son sent on afar; +How Bharat met the flying car. +How Rama then was king ordained; +The legions their discharge obtained. +How Rama cast his queen away; +How grew the people's love each day. +Thus did the saint Valmíki tell +Whate'er in Rama's life befell, +And in the closing verses all +That yet to come will once befall. +Canto IV. The Rhapsodists. +When to the end the tale was brought, +Rose in the sage's mind the thought; +“Now who throughout this earth will go, +And tell it forth that all may know?” +As thus he mused with anxious breast, +Behold, in hermit's raiment dressed, +Kuśa and Lava56 came to greet +Their master and embrace his feet. +The twins he saw, that princely pair +Sweet-voiced, who dwelt beside him there +None for the task could be more fit, +For skilled were they in Holy Writ; +And so the great Ramayan, fraught +With lore divine, to these he taught: +The lay whose verses sweet and clear +Take with delight the listening ear, +That tell of Síta's noble life +And Ravan's fall in battle strife. +Great joy to all who hear they bring, +Sweet to recite and sweet to sing. +For music's sevenfold notes are there, +And triple measure,57 wrought with care +With melody and tone and time, +And flavours58 that enhance the rime; +Heroic might has ample place, +And loathing of the false and base, +With anger, mirth, and terror, blent +With tenderness, surprise, content. +When, half the hermit's grace to gain, +And half because they loved the strain, +The youth within their hearts had stored +The poem that his lips outpoured, +Valmíki kissed them on the head, +As at his feet they bowed, and said; +“Recite ye this heroic song +In tranquil shades where sages throng: +Recite it where the good resort, +In lowly home and royal court.” +The hermit ceased. The tuneful pair, +Like heavenly minstrels sweet and fair, +In music's art divinely skilled, +Their saintly master's word fulfilled. +Like Rama's self, from whom they came, +They showed their sire in face and frame, +[pg 011] +As though from some fair sculptured stone +Two selfsame images had grown. +Sometimes the pair rose up to sing, +Surrounded by a holy ring, +Where seated on the grass had met +Full many a musing anchoret. +Then tears bedimmed those gentle eyes, +As transport took them and surprise, +And as they listened every one +Cried in delight, Well done! Well done! +Those sages versed in holy lore +Praised the sweet minstrels more and more: +And wondered at the singers' skill, +And the bard's verses sweeter still, +Which laid so clear before the eye +The glorious deeds of days gone by. +Thus by the virtuous hermits praised, +Inspirited their voice they raised. +Pleased with the song this holy man +Would give the youths a water-can; +One gave a fair ascetic dress, +Or sweet fruit from the wilderness. +One saint a black-deer's hide would bring, +And one a sacrificial string: +One, a clay pitcher from his hoard, +And one, a twisted munja cord.59 +One in his joy an axe would find, +One braid, their plaited locks to bind. +One gave a sacrificial cup, +One rope to tie their fagots up; +While fuel at their feet was laid, +Or hermit's stool of fig-tree made. +All gave, or if they gave not, none +Forgot at least a benison. +Some saints, delighted with their lays, +Would promise health and length of days; +Others with surest words would add +Some boon to make their spirit glad. +In such degree of honour then +That song was held by holy men: +That living song which life can give, +By which shall many a minstrel live. +In seat of kings, in crowded hall, +They sang the poem, praised of all. +And Rama chanced to hear their lay, +While he the votive steed60 would slay, +And sent fit messengers to bring +The minstrel pair before the king. +They came, and found the monarch high +Enthroned in gold, his brothers nigh; +While many a minister below, +And noble, sate in lengthened row. +The youthful pair awhile he viewed +Graceful in modest attitude, +And then in words like these addressed +His brother Lakshman and the rest: +“Come, listen to the wondrous strain +Recited by these godlike twain, +Sweet singers of a story fraught +With melody and lofty thought.” +The pair, with voices sweet and strong, +Rolled the full tide of noble song, +With tone and accent deftly blent +To suit the changing argument. +Mid that assembly loud and clear +Rang forth that lay so sweet to hear, +That universal rapture stole +Through each man's frame and heart and soul. +“These minstrels, blest with every sign +That marks a high and princely line, +In holy shades who dwell, +Enshrined in Saint Valmíki's lay, +A monument to live for aye, +My deeds in song shall tell.” +Thus Rama spoke: their breasts were fired, +And the great tale, as if inspired, +The youths began to sing, +While every heart with transport swelled, +And mute and rapt attention held +The concourse and the king. +Canto V. Ayodhya. +“Ikshvaku's sons from days of old +Were ever brave and mighty-souled. +The land their arms had made their own +Was bounded by the sea alone. +Their holy works have won them praise, +Through countless years, from Manu's days. +Their ancient sire was Sagar, he +Whose high command dug out the sea:61 +With sixty thousand sons to throng +Around him as he marched along. +From them this glorious tale proceeds: +The great Ramayan tells their deeds. +This noble song whose lines contain +Lessons of duty, love, and gain, +We two will now at length recite, +While good men listen with delight. +On Sarjú's62 bank, of ample size, +The happy realm of Kośal lies, +[pg 012] +With fertile length of fair champaign +And flocks and herds and wealth of grain. +There, famous in her old renown, +Ayodhya63 stands, the royal town, +In bygone ages built and planned +By sainted Manu's64 princely hand. +Imperial seat! her walls extend +Twelve measured leagues from end to end, +And three in width from side to side, +With square and palace beautified. +Her gates at even distance stand; +Her ample roads are wisely planned. +Right glorious is her royal street +Where streams allay the dust and heat. +On level ground in even row +Her houses rise in goodly show: +Terrace and palace, arch and gate +The queenly city decorate. +High are her ramparts, strong and vast, +By ways at even distance passed, +With circling moat, both deep and wide, +And store of weapons fortified. +King Daśaratha, lofty-souled, +That city guarded and controlled, +With towering Sal trees belted round,65 +And many a grove and pleasure ground, +As royal Indra, throned on high, +Rules his fair city in the sky.66 +She seems a painted city, fair +With chess-board line and even square.67 +And cool boughs shade the lovely lake +Where weary men their thirst may slake. +There gilded chariots gleam and shine, +And stately piles the Gods enshrine. +There gay sleek people ever throng +To festival and dance and song. +A mine is she of gems and sheen, +The darling home of Fortune's Queen. +With noblest sort of drink and meat, +The fairest rice and golden wheat, +And fragrant with the chaplet's scent +With holy oil and incense blent. +With many an elephant and steed, +And wains for draught and cars for speed. +With envoys sent by distant kings, +And merchants with their precious things +With banners o'er her roofs that play, +And weapons that a hundred slay;68 +All warlike engines framed by man, +And every class of artisan. +A city rich beyond compare +With bards and minstrels gathered there, +And men and damsels who entrance +The soul with play and song and dance. +In every street is heard the lute, +The drum, the tabret, and the flute, +The Veda chanted soft and low, +The ringing of the archer's bow; +With bands of godlike heroes skilled +In every warlike weapon, filled, +And kept by warriors from the foe, +As Nagas guard their home below.69 +There wisest Brahmans evermore +The flame of worship feed, +And versed in all the Vedas' lore, +Their lives of virtue lead. +Truthful and pure, they freely give; +They keep each sense controlled, +And in their holy fervour live +Like the great saints of old. +Canto VI. The King. +There reigned a king of name revered, +To country and to town endeared, +Great Daśaratha, good and sage, +Well read in Scripture's holy page: +[pg 013] +Upon his kingdom's weal intent, +Mighty and brave and provident; +The pride of old Ikshvaku's seed +For lofty thought and righteous deed. +Peer of the saints, for virtues famed, +For foes subdued and passions tamed: +A rival in his wealth untold +Of Indra and the Lord of Gold. +Like Manu first of kings, he reigned, +And worthily his state maintained. +For firm and just and ever true +Love, duty, gain he kept in view, +And ruled his city rich and free, +Like Indra's Amaravatí. +And worthy of so fair a place +There dwelt a just and happy race +With troops of children blest. +Each man contented sought no more, +Nor longed with envy for the store +By richer friends possessed. +For poverty was there unknown, +And each man counted as his own +Kine, steeds, and gold, and grain. +All dressed in raiment bright and clean, +And every townsman might be seen +With earrings, wreath, or chain. +None deigned to feed on broken fare, +And none was false or stingy there. +A piece of gold, the smallest pay, +Was earned by labour for a day. +On every arm were bracelets worn, +And none was faithless or forsworn, +A braggart or unkind. +None lived upon another's wealth, +None pined with dread or broken health, +Or dark disease of mind. +High-souled were all. The slanderous word, +The boastful lie, were never heard. +Each man was constant to his vows, +And lived devoted to his spouse. +No other love his fancy knew, +And she was tender, kind, and true. +Her dames were fair of form and face, +With charm of wit and gentle grace, +With modest raiment simply neat, +And winning manners soft and sweet. +The twice-born sages, whose delight +Was Scripture's page and holy rite, +Their calm and settled course pursued, +Nor sought the menial multitude. +In many a Scripture each was versed, +And each the flame of worship nursed, +And gave with lavish hand. +Each paid to Heaven the offerings due, +And none was godless or untrue +In all that holy band. +To Brahmans, as the laws ordain, +The Warrior caste were ever fain +The reverence due to pay; +And these the Vaiśyas' peaceful crowd, +Who trade and toil for gain, were proud +To honour and obey; +And all were by the Śúdras70 served, +Who never from their duty swerved, +Their proper worship all addressed +To Brahman, spirits, God, and guest. +Pure and unmixt their rites remained, +Their race's honour ne'er was stained.71 +Cheered by his grandsons, sons, and wife, +Each passed a long and happy life. +Thus was that famous city held +By one who all his race excelled, +Blest in his gentle reign, +As the whole land aforetime swayed +By Manu, prince of men, obeyed +Her king from main to main. +And heroes kept her, strong and brave, +As lions guard their mountain cave: +Fierce as devouring flame they burned, +And fought till death, but never turned. +Horses had she of noblest breed, +Like Indra's for their form and speed, +From Vahlí's72 hills and Sindhu's73 sand, +Vanayu74 and Kamboja's land.75 +[pg 014] +Her noble elephants had strayed +Through Vindhyan and Himalayan shade, +Gigantic in their bulk and height, +Yet gentle in their matchless might. +They rivalled well the world-spread fame +Of the great stock from which they came, +Of Vaman, vast of size, +Of Mahapadma's glorious line, +Thine, Anjan, and, Airavat, thine.76 +Upholders of the skies. +With those, enrolled in fourfold class, +Who all their mighty kin surpass, +Whom men Matangas name, +And Mrigas spotted black and white, +And Bhadras of unwearied might, +And Mandras hard to tame.77 +Thus, worthy of the name she bore,78 +Ayodhya for a league or more +Cast a bright glory round, +Where Daśaratha wise and great +Governed his fair ancestral state, +With every virtue crowned. +Like Indra in the skies he reigned +In that good town whose wall contained +High domes and turrets proud, +With gates and arcs of triumph decked, +And sturdy barriers to protect +Her gay and countless crowd. +Canto VII. The Ministers. +Two sages, holy saints, had he, +His ministers and priests to be: +Vaśishṭha, faithful to advise, +And Vamadeva, Scripture-wise. +Eight other lords around him stood, +All skilled to counsel, wise and good: +Jayanta, Vijay, Dhrishṭi bold +In fight, affairs of war controlled: +Siddharth and Arthasadhak true +Watched o'er expense and revenue, +And Dharmapal and wise Aśok +Of right and law and justice spoke. +With these the sage Sumantra, skilled +To urge the car, high station filled. +All these in knowledge duly trained +Each passion and each sense restrained: +With modest manners, nobly bred +Each plan and nod and look they read, +Upon their neighbours' good intent, +Most active and benevolent: +As sit the Vasus79 round their king, +They sate around him counselling. +They ne'er in virtue's loftier pride +Another's lowly gifts decried. +In fair and seemly garb arrayed, +No weak uncertain plans they made. +Well skilled in business, fair and just, +They gained the people's love and trust, +And thus without oppression stored +The swelling treasury of their lord. +Bound in sweet friendship each to each, +They spoke kind thoughts in gentle speech. +They looked alike with equal eye +On every caste, on low and high. +Devoted to their king, they sought, +Ere his tongue spoke, to learn his thought, +And knew, as each occasion rose, +To hide their counsel or disclose. +In foreign lands or in their own +Whatever passed, to them was known. +By secret spies they timely knew +What men were doing or would do. +Skilled in the grounds of war and peace +They saw the monarch's state increase, +Watching his weal with conquering eye +That never let occasion by, +While nature lent her aid to bless +Their labours with unbought success. +Never for anger, lust, or gain, +Would they their lips with falsehood stain. +Inclined to mercy they could scan +The weakness and the strength of man. +They fairly judged both high and low, +And ne'er would wrong a guiltless foe; +Yet if a fault were proved, each one +Would punish e'en his own dear son. +But there and in the kingdom's bound +No thief or man impure was found: +None of loose life or evil fame, +No tempter of another's dame. +Contented with their lot each caste +[pg 015] +Calm days in blissful quiet passed; +And, all in fitting tasks employed, +Country and town deep rest enjoyed, +With these wise lords around his throne +The monarch justly reigned, +And making every heart his own +The love of all men gained. +With trusty agents, as beseems, +Each distant realm he scanned, +As the sun visits with his beams +Each corner of the land. +Ne'er would he on a mightier foe +With hostile troops advance, +Nor at an equal strike a blow +In war's delusive chance. +These lords in council bore their part +With ready brain and faithful heart, +With skill and knowledge, sense and tact, +Good to advise and bold to act. +And high and endless fame he won +With these to guide his schemes, +As, risen in his might, the sun +Wins glory with his beams. +Canto VIII. Sumantra's Speech. +But splendid, just, and great of mind, +The childless king for offspring pined. +No son had he his name to grace, +Transmitter of his royal race. +Long had his anxious bosom wrought, +And as he pondered rose the thought: +“A votive steed 'twere good to slay, +So might a son the gift repay.” +Before his lords his plan he laid, +And bade them with their wisdom aid: +Then with these words Sumantra, best +Of royal counsellors, addressed: +“Hither, Vaśishṭha at their head, +Let all my priestly guides be led.” +To him Sumantra made reply: +“Hear, Sire, a tale of days gone by. +To many a sage in time of old, +Sanatkumar, the saint, foretold +How from thine ancient line, O King, +A son, when years came round, should spring. +“Here dwells,” 'twas thus the seer began, +“Of Kaśyap's80 race, a holy man, +Vibhandak named: to him shall spring +A son, the famous Rishyaśring. +Bred with the deer that round him roam, +The wood shall be that hermit's home. +To him no mortal shall be known +Except his holy sire alone. +Still by those laws shall he abide +Which lives of youthful Brahmans guide, +Obedient to the strictest rule +That forms the young ascetic's school: +And all the wondering world shall hear +Of his stern life and penance drear; +His care to nurse the holy fire +And do the bidding of his sire. +Then, seated on the Angas'81 throne, +Shall Lomapad to fame be known. +But folly wrought by that great king +A plague upon the land shall bring; +No rain for many a year shall fall +And grievous drought shall ruin all. +The troubled king with many a prayer +Shall bid the priests some cure declare: +“The lore of Heaven 'tis yours to know, +Nor are ye blind to things below: +Declare, O holy men, the way +This plague to expiate and stay.” +Those best of Brahmans shall reply: +“By every art, O Monarch, try +Hither to bring Vibhandak's child, +Persuaded, captured, or beguiled. +And when the boy is hither led +To him thy daughter duly wed.” +But how to bring that wondrous boy +His troubled thoughts will long employ, +And hopeless to achieve the task +He counsel of his lords will ask, +And bid his priests and servants bring +With honour saintly Rishyaśring. +But when they hear the monarch's speech, +All these their master will beseech, +With trembling hearts and looks of woe, +To spare them, for they fear to go. +And many a plan will they declare +And crafty plots will frame, +And promise fair to show him there, +Unforced, with none to blame. +On every word his lords shall say, +The king will meditate, +And on the third returning day +Recall them to debate. +Then this shall be the plan agreed, +That damsels shall be sent +Attired in holy hermits' weed, +And skilled in blandishment, +That they the hermit may beguile +With every art and amorous wile +[pg 016] +Whose use they know so well, +And by their witcheries seduce +The unsuspecting young recluse +To leave his father's cell. +Then when the boy with willing feet +Shall wander from his calm retreat +And in that city stand, +The troubles of the king shall end, +And streams of blessed rain descend +Upon the thirsty land. +Thus shall the holy Rishyaśring +To Lomapad, the mighty king, +By wedlock be allied; +For Śanta, fairest of the fair, +In mind and grace beyond compare, +Shall be his royal bride. +He, at the Offering of the Steed, +The flames with holy oil shall feed, +And for King Daśaratha gain +Sons whom his prayers have begged in vain.” +“I have repeated, Sire, thus far, +The words of old Sanatkumar, +In order as he spoke them then +Amid the crowd of holy men.” +Then Daśaratha cried with joy, +“Say how they brought the hermit boy.” +Canto IX. Rishyasring. +The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, +Unfolded at the king's behest +The plan the lords in council laid +To draw the hermit from the shade: +“The priest, amid the lordly crowd, +To Lomapad thus spoke aloud: +“Hear, King, the plot our thoughts have framed, +A harmless trick by all unblamed. +Far from the world that hermit's child +Lives lonely in the distant wild: +A stranger to the joys of sense, +His bliss is pain and abstinence; +And all unknown are women yet +To him, a holy anchoret. +The gentle passions we will wake +That with resistless influence shake +The hearts of men; and he +Drawn by enchantment strong and sweet +Shall follow from his lone retreat, +And come and visit thee. +Let ships be formed with utmost care +That artificial trees may bear, +And sweet fruit deftly made; +Let goodly raiment, rich and rare, +And flowers, and many a bird be there +Beneath the leafy shade. +Upon the ships thus decked a band +Of young and lovely girls shall stand, +Rich in each charm that wakes desire, +And eyes that burn with amorous fire; +Well skilled to sing, and play, and dance +And ply their trade with smile and glance +Let these, attired in hermits' dress, +Betake them to the wilderness, +And bring the boy of life austere +A voluntary captive here.” +He ended; and the king agreed, +By the priest's counsel won. +And all the ministers took heed +To see his bidding done. +In ships with wondrous art prepared +Away the lovely women fared, +And soon beneath the shade they stood +Of the wild, lonely, dreary wood. +And there the leafy cot they found +Where dwelt the devotee, +And looked with eager eyes around +The hermit's son to see. +Still, of Vibhandak sore afraid, +They hid behind the creepers' shade. +But when by careful watch they knew +The elder saint was far from view, +With bolder steps they ventured nigh +To catch the youthful hermit's eye. +Then all the damsels, blithe and gay, +At various games began to play. +They tossed the flying ball about +With dance and song and merry shout, +And moved, their scented tresses bound +With wreaths, in mazy motion round. +Some girls as if by love possessed, +Sank to the earth in feigned unrest, +Up starting quickly to pursue +Their intermitted game anew. +It was a lovely sight to see +Those fair ones, as they played, +While fragrant robes were floating free, +And bracelets clashing in their glee +A pleasant tinkling made. +The anklet's chime, the Koïl's82 cry +With music filled the place +As 'twere some city in the sky +Which heavenly minstrels grace. +With each voluptuous art they strove +To win the tenant of the grove, +And with their graceful forms inspire +His modest soul with soft desire. +With arch of brow, with beck and smile, +With every passion-waking wile +[pg 017] +Of glance and lotus hand, +With all enticements that excite +The longing for unknown delight +Which boys in vain withstand. +Forth came the hermit's son to view +The wondrous sight to him so new, +And gazed in rapt surprise, +For from his natal hour till then +On woman or the sons of men +He ne'er had cast his eyes. +He saw them with their waists so slim, +With fairest shape and faultless limb, +In variegated robes arrayed, +And sweetly singing as they played. +Near and more near the hermit drew, +And watched them at their game, +And stronger still the impulse grew +To question whence they came. +They marked the young ascetic gaze +With curious eye and wild amaze, +And sweet the long-eyed damsels sang, +And shrill their merry laughter rang. +Then came they nearer to his side, +And languishing with passion cried: +“Whose son, O youth, and who art thou, +Come suddenly to join us now? +And why dost thou all lonely dwell +In the wild wood? We pray thee, tell, +We wish to know thee, gentle youth; +Come, tell us, if thou wilt, the truth.” +He gazed upon that sight he ne'er +Had seen before, of girls so fair, +And out of love a longing rose +His sire and lineage to disclose: +“My father,” thus he made reply, +“Is Kaśyap's son, a saint most high, +Vibhandak styled; from him I came, +And Rishyaśring he calls my name. +Our hermit cot is near this place: +Come thither, O ye fair of face; +There be it mine, with honour due, +Ye gentle youths, to welcome you.” +They heard his speech, and gave consent, +And gladly to his cottage went. +Vibhandak's son received them well +Beneath the shelter of his cell +With guest-gift, water for their feet, +And woodland fruit and roots to eat, +They smiled, and spoke sweet words like these, +Delighted with his courtesies: +“We too have goodly fruit in store, +Grown on the trees that shade our door; +Come, if thou wilt, kind Hermit, haste +The produce of our grove to taste; +And let, O good Ascetic, first +This holy water quench thy thirst.” +They spoke, and gave him comfits sweet +Prepared ripe fruits to counterfeit; +And many a dainty cate beside +And luscious mead their stores supplied. +The seeming fruits, in taste and look, +The unsuspecting hermit took, +For, strange to him, their form beguiled +The dweller in the lonely wild. +Then round his neck fair arms were flung, +And there the laughing damsels clung, +And pressing nearer and more near +With sweet lips whispered at his ear; +While rounded limb and swelling breast +The youthful hermit softly pressed. +The pleasing charm of that strange bowl, +The touch of a tender limb, +Over his yielding spirit stole +And sweetly vanquished him. +But vows, they said, must now be paid; +They bade the boy farewell, +And, of the aged saint afraid, +Prepared to leave the dell. +With ready guile they told him where +Their hermit dwelling lay: +Then, lest the sire should find them there, +Sped by wild paths away. +They fled and left him there alone +By longing love possessed; +And with a heart no more his own +He roamed about distressed. +The aged saint came home, to find +The hermit boy distraught, +Revolving in his troubled mind +One solitary thought. +“Why dost thou not, my son,” he cried, +“Thy due obeisance pay? +Why do I see thee in the tide +Of whelming thought to-day? +A devotee should never wear +A mien so sad and strange. +Come, quickly, dearest child, declare +The reason of the change.” +And Rishyaśring, when questioned thus, +Made answer in this wise: +“O sire, there came to visit us +Some men with lovely eyes. +About my neck soft arms they wound +And kept me tightly held +To tender breasts so soft and round, +That strangely heaved and swelled. +They sing more sweetly as they dance +Than e'er I heard till now, +And play with many a sidelong glance +And arching of the brow.” +“My son,” said he, “thus giants roam +Where holy hermits are, +And wander round their peaceful home +Their rites austere to mar. +I charge thee, thou must never lay +Thy trust in them, dear boy: +They seek thee only to betray, +And woo but to destroy.” +Thus having warned him of his foes +That night at home he spent. +And when the morrow's sun arose +[pg 018] +Forth to the forest went. +But Rishyaśring with eager pace +Sped forth and hurried to the place +Where he those visitants had seen +Of daintly waist and charming mien. +When from afar they saw the son +Of Saint Vibhandak toward them run, +To meet the hermit boy they hied, +And hailed him with a smile, and cried: +“O come, we pray, dear lord, behold +Our lovely home of which we told +Due honour there to thee we'll pay, +And speed thee on thy homeward way.” +Pleased with the gracious words they said +He followed where the damsels led. +As with his guides his steps he bent, +That Brahman high of worth, +A flood of rain from heaven was sent +That gladdened all the earth. +Vibhandak took his homeward road, +And wearied by the heavy load +Of roots and woodland fruit he bore +Entered at last his cottage door. +Fain for his son he looked around, +But desolate the cell he found. +He stayed not then to bathe his feet, +Though fainting with the toil and heat, +But hurried forth and roamed about +Calling the boy with cry and shout, +He searched the wood, but all in vain; +Nor tidings of his son could gain. +One day beyond the forest's bound +The wandering saint a village found, +And asked the swains and neatherds there +Who owned the land so rich and fair, +With all the hamlets of the plain, +And herds of kine and fields of grain. +They listened to the hermit's words, +And all the guardians of the herds, +With suppliant hands together pressed, +This answer to the saint addressed: +“The Angas' lord who bears the name +Of Lomapad, renowned by fame, +Bestowed these hamlets with their kine +And all their riches, as a sign +Of grace, on Rishyaśring: and he +Vibhandak's son is said to be.” +The hermit with exulting breast +The mighty will of fate confessed, +By meditation's eye discerned; +And cheerful to his home returned. +A stately ship, at early morn, +The hermit's son away had borne. +Loud roared the clouds, as on he sped, +The sky grew blacker overhead; +Till, as he reached the royal town, +A mighty flood of rain came down. +By the great rain the monarch's mind +The coming of his guest divined. +To meet the honoured youth he went, +And low to earth his head he bent. +With his own priest to lead the train, +He gave the gift high guests obtain. +And sought, with all who dwelt within +The city walls, his grace to win. +He fed him with the daintiest fare, +He served him with unceasing care, +And ministered with anxious eyes +Lest anger in his breast should rise; +And gave to be the Brahman's bride +His own fair daughter, lotus-eyed. +Thus loved and honoured by the king, +The glorious Brahman Rishyaśring +Passed in that royal town his life +With Śanta his beloved wife.” +Canto X. Rishyasring Invited. +“Again, O best of kings, give ear: +My saving words attentive hear, +And listen to the tale of old +By that illustrious Brahman told. +“Of famed Ikshvaku's line shall spring +('Twas thus he spoke) a pious king, +Named Daśaratha, good and great, +True to his word and fortunate. +He with the Angas' mighty lord +Shall ever live in sweet accord, +And his a daughter fair shall be, +Śanta of happy destiny. +But Lomapad, the Angas' chief, +Still pining in his childless grief, +To Daśaratha thus shall say: +“Give me thy daughter, friend, I pray, +Thy Śanta of the tranquil mind, +The noblest one of womankind.” +The father, swift to feel for woe, +Shall on his friend his child bestow; +And he shall take her and depart +To his own town with joyous heart. +The maiden home in triumph led, +To Rishyaśring the king shall wed. +And he with loving joy and pride +Shall take her for his honoured bride. +And Daśaratha to a rite +That best of Brahmans shall invite +With supplicating prayer, +To celebrate the sacrifice +To win him sons and Paradise,83 +That he will fain prepare. +[pg 019] +From him the lord of men at length +The boon he seeks shall gain, +And see four sons of boundless strength +His royal line maintain.” +“Thus did the godlike saint of old +The will of fate declare, +And all that should befall unfold +Amid the sages there. +O Prince supreme of men, go thou, +Consult thy holy guide, +And win, to aid thee in thy vow, +This Brahman to thy side.” +Sumantra's counsel, wise and good, +King Daśaratha heard, +Then by Vaśishṭha's side he stood +And thus with him conferred: +“Sumantra counsels thus: do thou +My priestly guide, the plan allow.” +Vaśishṭha gave his glad consent, +And forth the happy monarch went +With lords and servants on the road +That led to Rishyaśring's abode. +Forests and rivers duly past, +He reached the distant town at last +Of Lomapad the Angas' king, +And entered it with welcoming. +On through the crowded streets he came, +And, radiant as the kindled flame, +He saw within the monarch's house +The hermit's son most glorious. +There Lomapad, with joyful breast, +To him all honour paid, +For friendship for his royal guest +His faithful bosom swayed. +Thus entertained with utmost care +Seven days, or eight, he tarried there, +And then that best of men thus broke +His purpose to the king, and spoke: +“O King of men, mine ancient friend, +(Thus Daśaratha prayed) +Thy Śanta with her husband send +My sacrifice to aid.” +Said he who ruled the Angas, Yea, +And his consent was won: +And then at once he turned away +To warn the hermit's son. +He told him of their ties beyond +Their old affection's faithful bond: +“This king,” he said, “from days of old +A well beloved friend I hold. +To me this pearl of dames he gave +From childless woe mine age to save, +The daughter whom he loved so much, +Moved by compassion's gentle touch. +In him thy Śantas father see: +As I am even so is he. +For sons the childless monarch yearns: +To thee alone for help he turns. +Go thou, the sacred rite ordain +To win the sons he prays to gain: +Go, with thy wife thy succour lend, +And give his vows a blissful end.” +The hermit's son with quick accord +Obeyed the Angas' mighty lord, +And with fair Śanta at his side +To Daśaratha's city hied. +Each king, with suppliant hands upheld, +Gazed on the other's face: +And then by mutual love impelled +Met in a close embrace. +Then Daśaratha's thoughtful care, +Before he parted thence, +Bade trusty servants homeward bear +The glad intelligence: +“Let all the town be bright and gay +With burning incense sweet; +Let banners wave, and water lay +The dust in every street.” +Glad were the citizens to learn +The tidings of their lord's return, +And through the city every man +Obediently his task began. +And fair and bright Ayodhya showed, +As following his guest he rode +Through the full streets where shell and drum +Proclaimed aloud the king was come. +And all the people with delight +Kept gazing on their king, +Attended by that youth so bright, +The glorious Rishyaśring. +When to his home the king had brought +The hermit's saintly son, +He deemed that all his task was wrought, +And all he prayed for won. +And lords who saw that stranger dame +So beautiful to view, +Rejoiced within their hearts, and came +And paid her honour too. +There Rishyaśring passed blissful days, +Graced like the king with love and praise +And shone in glorious light with her, +Sweet Śanta, for his minister, +As Brahma's son Vaśishṭha, he +Who wedded Saint Arundhatí.84 +Canto XI. The Sacrifice Decreed. +The Dewy Season85 came and went; +The spring returned again: +Then would the king, with mind intent, +His sacrifice ordain. +[pg 020] +He came to Rishyaśring, and bowed +To him of look divine, +And bade him aid his offering vowed +For heirs, to save his line. +Nor would the youth his aid deny: +He spake the monarch fair, +And prayed him for that rite so high +All requisites prepare. +The king to wise Sumantra cried +Who stood aye ready near; +“Go summon quick each holy guide, +To counsel and to hear.” +Obedient to his lord's behest +Away Sumantra sped, +And brought Vaśishṭha and the rest, +In Scripture deeply read. +Suyajǹa, Vamadeva came, +Javali, Kaśyap's son, +And old Vaśishṭha, dear to fame, +Obedient every one. +King Daśaratha met them there +And duly honoured each, +And spoke in pleasant words his fair +And salutary speech: +“In childless longing doomed to pine, +No happiness, O lords, is mine. +So have I for this cause decreed +To slay the sacrificial steed. +Fain would I pay that offering high +Wherein the horse is doomed to die, +With Rishyaśring his aid to lend, +And with your glory to befriend.” +With loud applause each holy man +Received his speech, approved the plan, +And, by the wise Vaśishṭha led, +Gave praises to the king, and said: +“The sons thou cravest shalt thou see, +Of fairest glory, born to thee, +Whose holy feelings bid thee take +This righteous course for offspring's sake.” +Cheered by the ready praise of those +Whose aid he sought, his spirits rose, +And thus the king his speech renewed +With looks of joy and gratitude: +“Let what the coming rites require +Be ready as the priests desire, +And let the horse, ordained to bleed, +With fitting guard and priest, be freed,86 +Yonder on Sarjú's northern side +The sacrificial ground provide; +And let the saving rites, that naught +Ill-omened may occur, be wrought. +The offering I announce to-day +Each lord of earth may claim to pay, +Provided that his care can guard +The holy rite by flaws unmarred. +For wandering fiends, whose watchful spite +Waits eagerly to spoil each rite, +Hunting with keenest eye detect +The slightest slip, the least neglect; +And when the sacred work is crossed +The workman is that moment lost. +Let preparation due be made: +Your powers the charge can meet: +That so the noble rite be paid +In every point complete.” +And all the Brahmans answered, Yea, +His mandate honouring, +And gladly promised to obey +The order of the king. +They cried with voices raised aloud: +“Success attend thine aim!” +Then bade farewell, and lowly bowed, +And hastened whence they came. +King Daśaratha went within, +His well loved wives to see: +And said: “Your lustral rites begin, +For these shall prosper me. +A glorious offering I prepare +That precious fruit of sons may bear.” +Their lily faces brightened fast +Those pleasant words to hear, +As lilies, when the winter's past, +In lovelier hues appear. +Canto XII. The Sacrifice Begun. +Again the spring with genial heat +Returning made the year complete. +To win him sons, without delay +His vow the king resolved to pay: +And to Vaśishṭha, saintly man, +In modest words this speech began: +“Prepare the rite with all things fit +As is ordained in Holy Writ, +And keep with utmost care afar +Whate'er its sacred forms might mar. +Thou art, my lord, my trustiest guide, +Kind-hearted, and my friend beside; +So is it meet thou undertake +This heavy task for duty's sake.” +Then he, of twice-born men the best, +His glad assent at once expressed: +“Fain will I do whate'er may be +Desired, O honoured King, by thee.” +To ancient priests he spoke, who, trained +In holy rites, deep skill had gained: +“Here guards be stationed, good and sage +Religious men of trusted age. +And various workmen send and call, +Who frame the door and build the wall: +With men of every art and trade, +Who read the stars and ply the spade, +[pg 021] +And mimes and minstrels hither bring, +And damsels trained to dance and sing.” +Then to the learned men he said, +In many a page of Scripture read: +“Be yours each rite performed to see +According to the king's decree. +And stranger Brahmans quickly call +To this great rite that welcomes all. +Pavilions for the princes, decked +With art and ornament, erect, +And handsome booths by thousands made +The Brahman visitors to shade, +Arranged in order side by side, +With meat and drink and all supplied. +And ample stables we shall need +For many an elephant and steed: +And chambers where the men may lie, +And vast apartments, broad and high, +Fit to receive the countless bands +Of warriors come from distant lands. +For our own people too provide +Sufficient tents, extended wide, +And stores of meat and drink prepare, +And all that can be needed there. +And food in plenty must be found +For guests from all the country round. +Of various viands presents make, +For honour, not for pity's sake, +That fit regard and worship be +Paid to each caste in due degree. +And let not wish or wrath excite +Your hearts the meanest guest to slight; +But still observe with special grace +Those who obtain the foremost place, +Whether for happier skill in art +Or bearing in the rite their part. +Do you, I pray, with friendly mind +Perform the task to you assigned, +And work the rite, as bids the law, +Without omission, slip, or flaw” +They answered: “As thou seest fit +So will we do and naught omit.” +The sage Vaśiṣṭha then addressed +Sumantra called at his behest: +“The princes of the earth invite, +And famous lords who guard the rite, +Priest, Warrior, Merchant, lowly thrall, +In countless thousands summon all. +Where'er their home be, far or near, +Gather the good with honour here, +And Janak, whose imperial sway +The men of Míthila87 obey. +The firm of vow, the dread of foes, +Who all the lore of Scripture knows, +Invite him here with honour high, +King Daśaratha's old ally. +And Kaśi's88 lord of gentle speech, +Who finds a pleasant word for each, +In length of days our monarch's peer, +Illustrious king, invite him here. +The father of our ruler's bride, +Known for his virtues far and wide, +The king whom Kekaya's89 realms obey, +Him with his son invite, I pray. +And Lomapad the Angas' king, +True to his vows and godlike, bring. +For be thine invitations sent +To west and south and orient. +Call those who rule Surashṭra's90 land, +Suvíra's91 realm and Sindhu's strand, +And all the kings of earth beside +In friendship's bonds with us allied: +Invite them all to hasten in +With retinue and kith and kin.” +Vaśishṭha's speech without delay +Sumantra bent him to obey. +And sent his trusty envoys forth +Eastward and westward, south and north. +Obedient to the saint's request +Himself he hurried forth, and pressed +Each nobler chief and lord and king +To hasten to the gathering. +Before the saint Vaśishṭha stood +All those who wrought with stone and wood, +And showed the work which every one +In furtherance of the rite had done, +Rejoiced their ready zeal to see, +Thus to the craftsmen all said he: +“I charge ye, masters, see to this, +That there be nothing done amiss, +And this, I pray, in mind be borne, +That not one gift ye give in scorn: +Whenever scorn a gift attends +Great sin is his who thus offends.” +And now some days and nights had past, +And kings began to gather fast, +And precious gems in liberal store +As gifts to Daśaratha bore. +Then joy thrilled through Vaśishṭha's breast +As thus the monarch he addressed: +“Obedient to thy high decree +The kings, my lord, are come to thee. +[pg 022] +And it has been my care to greet +And honour all with reverence meet. +Thy servants' task is ended quite, +And all is ready for the rite. +Come forth then to the sacred ground +Where all in order will be found.” +Then Rishyaśring confirmed the tale: +Nor did their words to move him fail. +The stars propitious influence lent +When forth the world's great ruler went. +Then by the sage Vaśishṭha led +The priest begun to speed +Those glorious rites wherein is shed +The lifeblood of the steed. +Canto XIII. The Sacrifice Finished. +The circling year had filled its course, +And back was brought the wandering horse: +Then upon Sarjú's northern strand +Began the rite the king had planned. +With Rishyaśring the forms to guide, +The Brahmans to their task applied, +At that great offering of the steed +Their lofty-minded king decreed. +The priests, who all the Scripture knew, +Performed their part in order due, +And circled round in solemn train +As precepts of the law ordain. +Pravargya rites92 were duly sped: +For Upasads93 the flames were fed. +Then from the plant94 the juice was squeezed, +And those high saints with minds well pleased +Performed the mystic rites begun +With bathing ere the rise of sun +They gave the portion Indra's claim, +And hymned the King whom none can blame. +The mid-day bathing followed next, +Observed as bids the holy text. +Then the good priests with utmost care, +In form that Scripture's rules declare, +For the third time pure water shed +On high souled Daśaratha's head. +Then Rishyaśring and all the rest +To Indra and the Gods addressed +Their sweet-toned hymn of praise and prayer, +And called them in the rite to share. +With sweetest song and hymn entoned +They gave the Gods in heaven enthroned, +As duty bids, the gifts they claim, +The holy oil that feeds the flame. +And many an offering there was paid, +And not one slip in all was made. +For with most careful heed they saw +That all was done by Veda law. +None, all those days, was seen oppressed +By hunger or by toil distressed. +Why speak of human kind? No beast +Was there that lacked an ample feast. +For there was store for all who came, +For orphan child and lonely dame; +The old and young were well supplied, +The poor and hungry satisfied. +Throughout the day ascetics fed, +And those who roam to beg their bread: +While all around the cry was still, +“Give forth, give forth,” and “Eat your fill.” +“Give forth with liberal hand the meal, +And various robes in largess deal.” +Urged by these cries on every side +Unweariedly their task they plied: +And heaps of food like hills in size +In boundless plenty met the eyes: +And lakes of sauce, each day renewed, +Refreshed the weary multitude. +And strangers there from distant lands, +And women folk in crowded bands +The best of food and drink obtained +At the great rite the king ordained. +Apart from all, the Brahmans there, +Thousands on thousands, took their share +Of various dainties sweet to taste, +On plates of gold and silver placed, +All ready set, as, when they willed, +The twice-born men their places filled. +And servants in fair garments dressed +Waited upon each Brahman guest. +Of cheerful mind and mien were they, +With gold and jewelled earrings gay. +The best of Brahmans praised the fare +Of countless sorts, of flavour rare: +And thus to Raghu's son they cried: +“We bless thee, and are satisfied.” +Between the rites some Brahmans spent +The time in learned argument, +[pg 023] +With ready flow of speech, sedate, +And keen to vanquish in debate.95 +There day by day the holy train +Performed all rites as rules ordain. +No priest in all that host was found +But kept the vows that held him bound: +None, but the holy Vedas knew, +And all their six-fold science96 too. +No Brahman there was found unfit +To speak with eloquence and wit. +And now the appointed time came near +The sacrificial posts to rear. +They brought them, and prepared to fix +Of Bel97 and Khadir98 six and six; +Six, made of the Palaśa99 tree, +Of Fig-wood one, apart to be: +Of Sleshmat100 and of Devadar101 +One column each, the mightiest far: +So thick the two, the arms of man +Their ample girth would fail to span. +All these with utmost care were wrought +By hand of priests in Scripture taught, +And all with gold were gilded bright +To add new splendour to the rite: +Twenty-and-one those stakes in all, +Each one-and-twenty cubits tall: +And one-and-twenty ribbons there +Hung on the pillars, bright and fair. +Firm in the earth they stood at last, +Where cunning craftsmen fixed them fast; +And there unshaken each remained, +Octagonal and smoothly planed. +Then ribbons over all were hung, +And flowers and scent around them flung. +Thus decked they cast a glory forth +Like the great saints who star the north.102 +The sacrificial altar then +Was raised by skilful twice-born men, +In shape and figure to behold +An eagle with his wings of gold, +With twice nine pits and formed three-fold +Each for some special God, beside +The pillars were the victims tied; +The birds that roam the wood, the air, +The water, and the land were there, +And snakes and things of reptile birth, +And healing herbs that spring from earth: +As texts prescribe, in Scripture found, +Three hundred victims there were bound. +The steed devoted to the host +Of Gods, the gem they honour most, +Was duly sprinkled. Then the Queen +Kauśalya, with delighted mien, +With reverent steps around him paced, +And with sweet wreaths the victim graced; +Then with three swords in order due +She smote the steed with joy, and slew. +That night the queen, a son to gain, +With calm and steady heart was fain +By the dead charger's side to stay +From evening till the break of day. +Then came three priests, their care to lead +The other queens to touch the steed, +Upon Kauśalya to attend, +Their company and aid to lend. +As by the horse she still reclined, +With happy mien and cheerful mind, +With Rishyaśring the twice-born came +And praised and blessed the royal dame. +The priest who well his duty knew, +And every sense could well subdue, +From out the bony chambers freed +And boiled the marrow of the steed. +Above the steam the monarch bent, +And, as he smelt the fragrant scent, +In time and order drove afar +All error that his hopes could mar. +Then sixteen priests together came +And cast into the sacred flame +The severed members of the horse, +Made ready all in ordered course. +On piles of holy Fig-tree raised +[pg 024] +The meaner victims' bodies blazed: +The steed, of all the creatures slain, +Alone required a pile of cane. +Three days, as is by law decreed, +Lasted that Offering of the Steed. +The Chatushṭom began the rite, +And when the sun renewed his light, +The Ukthya followed: after came +The Atiratra's holy flame. +These were the rites, and many more +Arranged by light of holy lore, +The Aptoryam of mighty power, +And, each performed in proper hour, +The Abhijit and Viśvajit +With every form and service fit; +And with the sacrifice at night +The Jyotishṭom and ayus rite.103 +The task was done, as laws prescribe: +The monarch, glory of his tribe, +Bestowed the land in liberal grants +Upon the sacred ministrants. +He gave the region of the east, +His conquest, to the Hotri priest. +The west, the celebrant obtained: +The south, the priest presiding gained: +The northern region was the share +Of him who chanted forth the prayer,104 +Thus did each priest obtain his meed +At the great Slaughter of the Steed, +Ordained, the best of all to be, +By self-existent deity. +Ikshvaku's son with joyful mind +This noble fee to each assigned, +But all the priests with one accord +Addressed that unpolluted lord: +“Tis thine alone to keep the whole +Of this broad earth in firm control. +[pg 025] +No gift of lands from thee we seek: +To guard these realms our hands were weak. +On sacred lore our days are spent: +Let other gifts our wants content.” +The chief of old Ikshvaku's line +Gave them ten hundred thousand kine, +A hundred millions of fine gold, +The same in silver four times told. +But every priest in presence there +With one accord resigned his share. +To Saint Vaśishṭha, high of soul, +And Rishyaśring they gave the whole. +That largess pleased those Brahmans well, +Who bade the prince his wishes tell. +Then Daśaratha, mighty king, +Made answer thus to Rishyaśring: +“O holy Hermit, of thy grace, +Vouchsafe the increase of my race.” +He spoke; nor was his prayer denied: +The best of Brahmans thus replied: +“Four sons, O Monarch, shall be thine, +Upholders of thy royal line.” +Canto XIV. Ravan Doomed. +The saint, well read in holy lore, +Pondered awhile his answer o'er, +And thus again addressed the king, +His wandering thoughts regathering: +“Another rite will I begin +Which shall the sons thou cravest win, +Where all things shall be duly sped +And first Atharva texts be read.” +Then by Vibhandak's gentle son +Was that high sacrifice begun, +The king's advantage seeking still +And zealous to perform his will. +Now all the Gods had gathered there, +Each one for his allotted share: +Brahma, the ruler of the sky, +Sthanu, Narayan, Lord most high, +And holy Indra men might view +With Maruts105 for his retinue; +The heavenly chorister, and saint, +And spirit pure from earthly taint, +With one accord had sought the place +The high-souled monarch's rite to grace. +Then to the Gods who came to take +Their proper share the hermit spake: +“For you has Daśaratha slain +The votive steed, a son to gain; +Stern penance-rites the king has tried, +And in firm faith on you relied, +And now with undiminished care +A second rite would fain prepare. +But, O ye Gods, consent to grant +The longing of your supplicant. +For him beseeching hands I lift, +And pray you all to grant the gift, +That four fair sons of high renown +The offerings of the king may crown.” +They to the hermit's son replied: +“His longing shall be gratified. +For, Brahman, in most high degree +We love the king and honour thee.” +These words the Gods in answer said, +And vanished thence by Indra led. +Thus to the Lord, the worlds who made, +The Immortals all assembled prayed: +“O Brahma, mighty by thy grace, +Ravan, who rules the giant race, +Torments us in his senseless pride, +And penance-loving saints beside. +For thou well pleased in days of old +Gavest the boon that makes him bold, +That God nor demon e'er should kill +His charmed life, for so thy will. +We, honouring that high behest, +Bear all his rage though sore distressed. +That lord of giants fierce and fell +Scourges the earth and heaven and hell. +Mad with thy boon, his impious rage +Smites saint and bard and God and sage. +The sun himself withholds his glow, +The wind in fear forbears to blow; +The fire restrains his wonted heat +Where stand the dreaded Ravan's feet, +And, necklaced with the wandering wave, +The sea before him fears to rave. +Kuvera's self in sad defeat +Is driven from his blissful seat. +We see, we feel the giant's might, +And woe comes o'er us and affright. +To thee, O Lord, thy suppliants pray +To find some cure this plague to stay.” +Thus by the gathered Gods addressed +He pondered in his secret breast, +And said: “One only way I find +To slay this fiend of evil mind. +He prayed me once his life to guard +From demon, God, and heavenly bard, +And spirits of the earth and air, +And I consenting heard his prayer. +But the proud giant in his scorn +Recked not of man of woman born. +None else may take his life away, +But only man the fiend may slay.” +The Gods, with Indra at their head, +Rejoiced to hear the words he said. +Then crowned with glory like a flame, +Lord Vishnu to the council came; +His hands shell, mace, and discus bore, +And saffron were the robes he wore. +[pg 026] +Riding his eagle through the crowd, +As the sun rides upon a cloud, +With bracelets of fine gold, he came +Loud welcomed by the Gods' acclaim. +His praise they sang with one consent, +And cried, in lowly reverence bent: +“O Lord whose hand fierce Madhu106 slew, +Be thou our refuge, firm and true; +Friend of the suffering worlds art thou, +We pray thee help thy suppliants now.” +Then Vishnu spake: “Ye Gods, declare, +What may I do to grant your prayer?” +“King Daśaratha,” thus cried they, +“Fervent in penance many a day, +The sacrificial steed has slain, +Longing for sons, but all in vain. +Now, at the cry of us forlorn, +Incarnate as his seed be born. +Three queens has he: each lovely dame +Like Beauty, Modesty, or Fame. +Divide thyself in four, and be +His offspring by these noble three. +Man's nature take, and slay in fight +Ravan who laughs at heavenly might: +This common scourge, this rankling thorn +Whom the three worlds too long have borne +For Ravan in the senseless pride +Of might unequalled has defied +The host of heaven, and plagues with woe +Angel and bard and saint below, +Crushing each spirit and each maid +Who plays in Nandan's107 heavenly shade. +O conquering Lord, to thee we bow; +Our surest hope and trust art thou. +Regard the world of men below, +And slay the Gods' tremendous foe.” +When thus the suppliant Gods had prayed, +His wise reply Narayan108 made: +“What task demands my presence there, +And whence this dread, ye Gods declare.” +The Gods replied: “We fear, O Lord, +Fierce Ravan, ravener abhorred. +Be thine the glorious task, we pray, +In human form this fiend to slay. +By thee of all the Blest alone +This sinner may be overthrown. +He gained by penance long and dire +The favour of the mighty Sire. +Then He who every gift bestows +Guarded the fiend from heavenly foes, +And gave a pledge his life that kept +From all things living, man except. +On him thus armed no other foe +Than man may deal the deadly blow. +Assume, O King, a mortal birth, +And strike the demon to the earth.” +Then Vishnu, God of Gods, the Lord +Supreme by all the worlds adored, +To Brahma and the suppliants spake: +“Dismiss your fear: for your dear sake +In battle will I smite him dead, +The cruel fiend, the Immortal's dread. +And lords and ministers and all +His kith and kin with him shall fall. +Then, in the world of mortal men, +Ten thousand years and hundreds ten +I as a human king will reign, +And guard the earth as my domain.” +God, saint, and nymph, and minstrel throng +With heavenly voices raised their song +In hymns of triumph to the God +Whose conquering feet on Madhu trod: +“Champion of Gods, as man appear, +This cruel Ravan slay, +The thorn that saints and hermits fear, +The plague that none can stay. +In savage fury uncontrolled +His pride for ever grows: +He dares the Lord of Gods to hold +Among his deadly foes.” +Canto XV. The Nectar. +When wisest Vishnu thus had given +His promise to the Gods of heaven, +He pondered in his secret mind +A suited place of birth to find, +Then he decreed, the lotus-eyed, +In four his being to divide, +And Daśaratha, gracious king, +He chose as sire from whom to spring. +That childless prince of high renown, +Who smote in war his foemen down, +At that same time with utmost care +Prepared the rite that wins an heir.109 +Then Vishnu, fain on earth to dwell, +Bade the Almighty Sire farewell, +And vanished while a reverent crowd +Of Gods and saints in worship bowed. +The monarch watched the sacred rite, +When a vast form of awful might, +Of matchless splendour, strength, and size +Was manifest before his eyes. +[pg 027] +From forth the sacrificial flame, +Dark, robed in red, the being came. +His voice was drumlike, loud and low, +His face suffused with rosy glow. +Like a huge lion's mane appeared +The long locks of his hair and beard. +He shone with many a lucky sign, +And many an ornament divine; +A towering mountain in his height, +A tiger in his gait and might. +No precious mine more rich could be, +No burning flame more bright than he. +His arms embraced in loving hold, +Like a dear wife, a vase of gold +Whose silver lining held a draught +Of nectar as in heaven is quaffed: +A vase so vast, so bright to view, +They scarce could count the vision true. +Upon the king his eyes he bent, +And said: “The Lord of life has sent +His servant down, O Prince, to be +A messenger from heaven to thee.” +The king with all his nobles by +Raised reverent hands and made reply: +“Welcome, O glorious being! Say +How can my care thy grace repay.” +Envoy of Him whom all adore +Thus to the king he spake once more: +“The Gods accept thy worship: they +Give thee the blessed fruit to-day. +Approach and take, O glorious King, +This heavenly nectar which I bring, +For it shall give thee sons and wealth, +And bless thee with a store of health. +Give it to those fair queens of thine, +And bid them quaff the drink divine: +And they the princely sons shall bear +Long sought by sacrifice and prayer.” +“Yea, O my lord,” the monarch said, +And took the vase upon his head, +The gift of Gods, of fine gold wrought, +With store of heavenly liquor fraught. +He honoured, filled with transport new, +That wondrous being, fair to view, +As round the envoy of the God +With reverential steps he trod.110 +His errand done, that form of light +Arose and vanished from the sight. +High rapture filled the monarch's soul, +Possessed of that celestial bowl, +As when a man by want distressed +With unexpected wealth is blest. +And rays of transport seemed to fall +Illuminating bower and hall, +As when the autumn moon rides high, +And floods with lovely light the sky. +Quick to the ladies' bower he sped, +And thus to Queen Kauśalya said: +“This genial nectar take and quaff,” +He spoke, and gave the lady half. +Part of the nectar that remained +Sumitra from his hand obtained. +He gave, to make her fruitful too, +Kaikeyí half the residue. +A portion yet remaining there, +He paused awhile to think. +Then gave Sumitra, with her share. +The remnant of the drink. +Thus on each queen of those fair three +A part the king bestowed, +And with sweet hope a child to see +Their yearning bosoms glowed. +The heavenly bowl the king supplied +Their longing souls relieved, +And soon, with rapture and with pride, +Each royal dame conceived. +He gazed upon each lady's face, +And triumphed as he gazed, +As Indra in his royal place +By Gods and spirits praised. +Canto XVI. The Vanars. +When Vishnu thus had gone on earth, +From the great king to take his birth, +The self-existent Lord of all +Addressed the Gods who heard his call: +“For Vishnu's sake, the strong and true, +Who seeks the good of all of you, +Make helps, in war to lend him aid, +In forms that change at will, arrayed, +Of wizard skill and hero might, +Outstrippers of the wind in flight, +Skilled in the arts of counsel, wise, +And Vishnu's peers in bold emprise; +With heavenly arts and prudence fraught, +By no devices to be caught; +Skilled in all weapon's lore and use +As they who drink the immortal juice.111 +[pg 028] +And let the nymphs supreme in grace, +And maidens of the minstrel race, +Monkeys and snakes, and those who rove +Free spirits of the hill and grove, +And wandering Daughters of the Air, +In monkey form brave children bear. +So erst the lord of bears I shaped, +Born from my mouth as wide I gaped.” +Thus by the mighty Sire addressed +They all obeyed his high behest, +And thus begot in countless swarms +Brave sons disguised in sylvan forms. +Each God, each sage became a sire, +Each minstrel of the heavenly quire,112 +Each faun,113 of children strong and good +Whose feet should roam the hill and wood. +Snakes, bards,114 and spirits,115 serpents bold +Had sons too numerous to be told. +Bali, the woodland hosts who led, +High as Mahendra's116 lofty head, +Was Indra's child. That noblest fire, +The Sun, was great Sugríva's sire, +Tara, the mighty monkey, he +Was offspring of Vṛihaspati:117 +Tara the matchless chieftain, boast +For wisdom of the Vanar host. +Of Gandhamadan brave and bold +The father was the Lord of Gold. +Nala the mighty, dear to fame, +Of skilful Viśvakarma118 came. +From Agni,119 Nila bright as flame, +Who in his splendour, might, and worth, +Surpassed the sire who gave him birth. +The heavenly Aśvins,120 swift and fair, +Were fathers of a noble pair, +Who, Dwivida and Mainda named, +For beauty like their sires were famed, +Varun121 was father of Sushen, +Of Sarabh, he who sends the rain,122 +Hanúman, best of monkey kind, +Was son of him who breathes the wind: +Like thunderbolt in frame was he, +And swift as Garuḍ's123 self could flee. +These thousands did the Gods create +Endowed with might that none could mate, +In monkey forms that changed at will; +So strong their wish the fiend to kill. +In mountain size, like lions thewed, +Up sprang the wondrous multitude, +Auxiliar hosts in every shape, +Monkey and bear and highland ape. +In each the strength, the might, the mien +Of his own parent God were seen. +Some chiefs of Vanar mothers came, +Some of she-bear and minstrel dame, +Skilled in all arms in battle's shock; +The brandished tree, the loosened rock; +And prompt, should other weapons fail, +To fight and slay with tooth and nail. +Their strength could shake the hills amain, +And rend the rooted trees in twain, +Disturb with their impetuous sweep +The Rivers' Lord, the Ocean deep, +Rend with their feet the seated ground, +And pass wide floods with airy bound, +Or forcing through the sky their way +The very clouds by force could stay. +Mad elephants that wander through +The forest wilds, could they subdue, +And with their furious shout could scare +Dead upon earth the birds of air. +So were the sylvan chieftains formed; +Thousands on thousands still they swarmed. +These were the leaders honoured most, +The captains of the Vanar host, +And to each lord and chief and guide +Was monkey offspring born beside. +Then by the bears' great monarch stood +The other roamers of the wood, +[pg 029] +And turned, their pathless homes to seek, +To forest and to mountain peak. +The leaders of the monkey band +By the two brothers took their stand, +Sugríva, offspring of the Sun +And Bali, Indra's mighty one. +They both endowed with Garuḍ's might, +And skilled in all the arts of fight, +Wandered in arms the forest through, +And lions, snakes, and tigers, slew. +But every monkey, ape, and bear +Ever was Bali's special care; +With his vast strength and mighty arm +He kept them from all scathe and harm. +And so the earth with hill, wood, seas, +Was filled with mighty ones like these, +Of various shape and race and kind, +With proper homes to each assigned, +With Rama's champions fierce and strong +The earth was overspread, +High as the hills and clouds, a throng +With bodies vast and dread.124 +Canto XVII. Rishyasring's Return. +Now when the high-souled monarch's rite, +The Aśvamedh, was finished quite, +Their sacrificial dues obtained, +The Gods their heavenly homes regained. +The lofty-minded saints withdrew, +Each to his place, with honour due, +And kings and chieftains, one and all, +Who came to grace the festival. +And Daśaratha, ere they went, +Addressed them thus benevolent: +“Now may you, each with joyful heart, +To your own realms, O Kings, depart. +Peace and good luck attend you there, +And blessing, is my friendly prayer; +Let cares of state each mind engage +To guard his royal heritage. +A monarch from his throne expelled +No better than the dead is held. +So he who cares for power and might +Must guard his realm and royal right. +Such care a meed in heaven will bring +Better than rites and offering. +Such care a king his country owes +As man upon himself bestows, +When for his body he provides +Raiment and every need besides. +For future days should kings foresee, +And keep the present error-free.” +Thus did the king the kings exhort: +They heard, and turned them from the court +And, each to each in friendship bound, +Went forth to all the realms around. +The rites were o'er, the guests were sped: +The train the best of Brahmans led, +In which the king with joyful soul, +With his dear wives, and with the whole +Of his imperial host and train +Of cars and servants turned again, +And, as a monarch dear to fame, +Within his royal city came. +Next, Rishyaśring, well-honoured sage, +And Śanta, sought their hermitage. +The king himself, of prudent mind, +Attended him, with troops behind. +And all her men the town outpoured +With Saint Vaśishṭha and their lord. +High mounted on a car of state, +O'er canopied fair Śanta sate. +Drawn by white oxen, while a band +Of servants marched on either hand. +Great gifts of countless price she bore, +With sheep and goats and gems in store. +Like Beauty's self the lady shone +With all the jewels she had on, +As, happy in her sweet content, +Peerless amid the fair she went. +Not Queen Paulomí's125 self could be +More loving to her lord than she. +She who had lived in happy ease, +Honoured with all her heart could please, +While dames and kinsfolk ever vied +To see her wishes gratified, +Soon as she knew her husband's will +Again to seek the forest, still +Was ready for the hermit's cot, +Nor murmured at her altered lot. +The king attended to the wild +That hermit and his own dear child, +And in the centre of a throng +Of noble courtiers rode along. +The sage's son had let prepare +A lodge within the wood, and there +While they lingered blithe and gay. +Then, duly honoured, went their way. +The glorious hermit Rishyaśring +Drew near and thus besought the king: +[pg 030] +“Return, my honoured lord, I pray, +Return, upon thy homeward way.” +The monarch, with the waiting crowd, +Lifted his voice and wept aloud, +And with eyes dripping still to each +Of his good queens he spake this speech: +“Kauśalya and Sumitra dear, +And thou, my sweet Kaikeyí, hear. +All upon Śanta feast your gaze, +The last time for a length of days.” +To Śanta's arms the ladies leapt, +And hung about her neck and wept, +And cried, “O, happy be the life +Of this great Brahman and his wife. +The Wind, the Fire, the Moon on high, +The Earth, the Streams, the circling Sky, +Preserve thee in the wood, true spouse, +Devoted to thy husband's vows. +And O dear Śanta, ne'er neglect +To pay the dues of meek respect +To the great saint, thy husband's sire, +With all observance and with fire. +And, sweet one, pure of spot and blame, +Forget not thou thy husband's claim; +In every change, in good and ill, +Let thy sweet words delight him still, +And let thy worship constant be: +Her lord is woman's deity. +To learn thy welfare, dearest friend, +The king will many a Brahman send. +Let happy thoughts thy spirit cheer, +And be not troubled, daughter dear.” +These soothing words the ladies said. +And pressed their lips upon her head. +Each gave with sighs her last adieu, +Then at the king's command withdrew. +The king around the hermit went +With circling footsteps reverent, +And placed at Rishyaśring's command +Some soldiers of his royal band. +The Brahman bowed in turn and cried, +“May fortune never leave thy side. +O mighty King, with justice reign, +And still thy people's love retain.” +He spoke, and turned away his face, +And, as the hermit went, +The monarch, rooted to the place, +Pursued with eyes intent. +But when the sage had past from view +King Daśaratha turned him too, +Still fixing on his friend each thought. +With such deep love his breast was fraught. +Amid his people's loud acclaim +Home to his royal seat he came, +And lived delighted there, +Expecting when each queenly dame, +Upholder of his ancient fame, +Her promised son should bear. +The glorious sage his way pursued +Till close before his eyes he viewed +Sweet Champa, Lomapad's fair town, +Wreathed with her Champacs'126 leafy crown. +Soon as the saint's approach he knew, +The king, to yield him honour due, +Went forth to meet him with a band +Of priests and nobles of the land: +“Hail, Sage,” he cried, “O joy to me! +What bliss it is, my lord, to see +Thee with thy wife and all thy train +Returning to my town again. +Thy father, honoured Sage, is well, +Who hither from his woodland cell +Has sent full many a messenger +For tidings both of thee and her.” +Then joyfully, for due respect, +The monarch bade the town be decked. +The king and Rishyaśring elate +Entered the royal city's gate: +In front the chaplain rode. +Then, loved and honoured with all care +By monarch and by courtier, there +The glorious saint abode. +Canto XVIII. Rishyasring's Departure. +The monarch called a Brahman near +And said, “Now speed away +To Kaśyap's son,127 the mighty seer, +And with all reverence say +The holy child he holds so dear, +The hermit of the noble mind, +Whose equal it were hard to find, +Returned, is dwelling here. +Go, and instead of me do thou +Before that best of hermits bow, +That still he may, for his dear son, +Show me the favour I have won.” +Soon as the king these words had said, +To Kaśyap's son the Brahman sped. +Before the hermit low he bent +And did obeisance, reverent; +Then with meek words his grace to crave +The message of his lord he gave: +“The high-souled father of his bride +Had called thy son his rites to guide: +Those rites are o'er, the steed is slain; +Thy noble child is come again.” +Soon as the saint that speech had heard +His spirit with desire was stirred +To seek the city of the king +And to his cot his son to bring. +[pg 031] +With young disciples at his side +Forth on his way the hermit hied, +While peasants from their hamlets ran +To reverence the holy man. +Each with his little gift of food, +Forth came the village multitude, +And, as they humbly bowed the head, +“What may we do for thee?” they said. +Then he, of Brahmans first and best, +The gathered people thus addressed: +“Now tell me for I fain would know, +Why is it I am honoured so?” +They to the high-souled saint replied: +“Our ruler is with thee allied. +Our master's order we fulfil; +O Brahman, let thy mind be still.” +With joy the saintly hermit heard +Each pleasant and delightful word, +And poured a benediction down +On king and ministers and town. +Glad at the words of that high saint +Some servants hastened to acquaint +Their king, rejoicing to impart +The tidings that would cheer his heart. +Soon as the joyful tale he knew +To meet the saint the monarch flew, +The guest-gift in his hand he brought, +And bowed before him and besought: +“This day by seeing thee I gain +Not to have lived my life in vain, +Now be not wroth with me, I pray, +“Because I wiled thy son away.128 +The best of Brahmans answer made: +“Be not, great lord of kings, afraid. +Thy virtues have not failed to win +My favour, O thou pure of sin.” +Then in the front the saint was placed, +The king came next in joyous haste, +And with him entered his abode, +Mid glad acclaim as on they rode. +To greet the sage the reverent crowd +Raised suppliant hands and humbly bowed. +Then from the palace many a dame +Following well-dressed Śanta came, +Stood by the mighty saint and cried: +“See, honour's source, thy son's dear bride.” +The saint, who every virtue knew, +His arms around his daughter threw, +And with a father's rapture pressed +The lady to his wondering breast. +Arising from the saint's embrace +She bowed her low before his face, +And then, with palm to palm applied, +Stood by her hermit father's side. +He for his son, as laws ordain, +Performed the rite that frees from stain,129 +And, honoured by the wise and good, +With him departed to the wood. +Canto XIX. The Birth Of The Princes. +The seasons six in rapid flight +Had circled since that glorious rite. +Eleven months had passed away; +'Twas Chaitra's ninth returning day.130 +The moon within that mansion shone +Which Aditi looks kindly on. +Raised to their apex in the sky +Five brilliant planets beamed on high. +Shone with the moon, in Cancer's sign, +Vṛihaspati131 with light divine. +Kauśalya bore an infant blest +With heavenly marks of grace impressed; +Rama, the universe's lord, +A prince by all the worlds adored. +New glory Queen Kauśalya won +Reflected from her splendid son. +So Aditi shone more and more, +The Mother of the Gods, when she +The King of the Immortals132 bore, +The thunder-wielding deity. +[pg 032] +The lotus-eyed, the beauteous boy, +He came fierce Ravan to destroy; +From half of Vishnu's vigour born, +He came to help the worlds forlorn. +And Queen Kaikeyí bore a child +Of truest valour, Bharat styled, +With every princely virtue blest, +One fourth of Vishnu manifest. +Sumitra too a noble pair, +Called Lakshman and Śatrughna, bare, +Of high emprise, devoted, true, +Sharers in Vishnu's essence too. +'Neath Pushya's133 mansion, Mina's134 sign, +Was Bharat born, of soul benign. +The sun had reached the Crab at morn +When Queen Sumitra's babes were born, +What time the moon had gone to make +His nightly dwelling with the Snake. +The high-souled monarch's consorts bore +At different times those glorious four, +Like to himself and virtuous, bright +As Proshṭhapada's135 four-fold light. +Then danced the nymphs' celestial throng, +The minstrels raised their strain; +The drums of heaven pealed loud and long, +And flowers came down in rain. +Within Ayodhya, blithe and gay, +All kept the joyous holiday. +The spacious square, the ample road +With mimes and dancers overflowed, +And with the voice of music rang +Where minstrels played and singers sang, +And shone, a wonder to behold, +With dazzling show of gems and gold. +Nor did the king his largess spare, +For minstrel, driver, bard, to share; +Much wealth the Brahmans bore away, +And many thousand dine that day. +Soon as each babe was twelve days old +'Twas time the naming rite to hold. +When Saint Vaśishṭha, rapt with joy, +Assigned a name to every boy. +Rama, to him the high-souled heir, +Bharat, to him Kaikeyí bare: +Of Queen Sumitra one fair son +Was Lakshman, and Śatrughna136 one +Rama, his sire's supreme delight, +Like some proud banner cheered his sight, +And to all creatures seemed to be +The self-existent deity. +All heroes, versed in holy lore, +To all mankind great love they bore. +Fair stores of wisdom all possessed, +With princely graces all were blest. +But mid those youths of high descent, +With lordly light preëminent. +Like the full moon unclouded, shone +Rama, the world's dear paragon. +He best the elephant could guide.137 +Urge the fleet car, the charger ride: +A master he of bowman's skill, +Joying to do his father's will. +The world's delight and darling, he +Loved Lakshman best from infancy +And Lakshman, lord of lofty fate, +Upon his elder joyed to wait, +Striving his second self to please +With friendship's sweet observances. +His limbs the hero ne'er would rest +Unless the couch his brother pressed; +Except beloved Rama shared +He could not taste the meal prepared. +When Rama, pride of Reghu's race, +Sprang on his steed to urge the chase, +Behind him Lakshman loved to go +And guard him with his trusty bow. +As Rama was to Lakshman dear +More than his life and ever near, +So fond Śatrughna prized above +His very life his Bharat's love. +Illustrious heroes, nobly kind +In mutual love they all combined, +And gave their royal sire delight +With modest grace and warrior might: +Supported by the glorious four +Shone Daśaratha more and more, +As though, with every guardian God +Who keeps the land and skies, +The Father of all creatures trod +The earth before men's eyes. +Canto XX. Visvamitra's Visit. +Now Daśaratha's pious mind +Meet wedlock for his sons designed; +[pg 033] +With priests and friends the king began +To counsel and prepare his plan. +Such thoughts engaged his bosom, when, +To see Ayodhya's lord of men, +A mighty saint of glorious fame, +The hermit Viśvamitra138 came. +For evil fiends that roam by night +Disturbed him in each holy rite, +And in their strength and frantic rage +Assailed with witcheries the sage. +He came to seek the monarch's aid +To guard the rites the demons stayed, +Unable to a close to bring +One unpolluted offering. +Seeking the king in this dire strait +He said to those who kept the gate: +“Haste, warders, to your master run, +And say that here stands Gadhi's son.” +Soon as they heard the holy man, +To the king's chamber swift they ran +With minds disordered all, and spurred +To wildest zeal by what they heard. +On to the royal hall they sped, +There stood and lowly bowed the head, +And made the lord of men aware +That the great saint was waiting there. +The king with priest and peer arose +And ran the sage to meet, +As Indra from his palace goes +Lord Brahma's self to greet. +When glowing with celestial light +The pious hermit was in sight, +The king, whose mien his transport showed, +The honoured gift for guests bestowed. +Nor did the saint that gift despise, +Offered as holy texts advise; +He kindly asked the earth's great king +How all with him was prospering. +The son of Kuśik139 bade him tell +If all in town and field were well, +All well with friends, and kith and kin, +And royal treasure stored within: +“Do all thy neighbours own thy sway? +Thy foes confess thee yet? +Dost thou continue still to pay +To Gods and men each debt?” +Then he, of hermits first and best, +Vaśishṭha with a smile140 addressed, +And asked him of his welfare too, +Showing him honour as was due. +Then with the sainted hermit all +Went joyous to the monarch's hall, +And sate them down by due degree, +Each one, of rank and dignity. +Joy filled the noble prince's breast +Who thus bespoke the honoured guest: +“As amrit141 by a mortal found, +As rain upon the thirsty ground, +As to an heirless man a son +Born to him of his precious one, +As gain of what we sorely miss, +As sudden dawn of mighty bliss, +So is thy coming here to me: +All welcome, mighty Saint, to thee. +What wish within thy heart hast thou? +If I can please thee, tell me how. +Hail, Saint, from whom all honours flow, +Worthy of all I can bestow. +Blest is my birth with fruit to-day, +Nor has my life been thrown away. +I see the best of Brahman race +And night to glorious morn gives place. +Thou, holy Sage, in days of old +Among the royal saints enrolled, +Didst, penance-glorified, within +The Brahman caste high station win. +'Tis meet and right in many a way +That I to thee should honour pay. +This seems a marvel to mine eyes: +All sin thy visit purifies; +And I by seeing thee, O Sage, +Have reaped the fruit of pilgrimage. +Then say what thou wouldst have me do, +That thou hast sought this interview. +Favoured by thee, my wish is still, +O Hermit, to perform thy will. +Nor needest thou at length explain +The object that thy heart would gain. +Without reserve I grant it now: +My deity, O Lord, art thou.” +The glorious hermit, far renowned, +With highest fame and virtue crowned, +Rejoiced these modest words to hear +Delightful to the mind and ear. +Canto XXI. Visvamitra's Speech. +The hermit heard with high content +That speech so wondrous eloquent, +And while each hair with joy arose,142 +[pg 034] +He thus made answer at the close: +“Good is thy speech O noble King, +And like thyself in everything. +So should their lips be wisdom-fraught +Whom kings begot, Vaśishṭha taught. +The favour which I came to seek +Thou grantest ere my tongue can speak. +But let my tale attention claim, +And hear the need for which I came. +O King, as Scripture texts allow, +A holy rite employs me now. +Two fiends who change their forms at will +Impede that rite with cursed skill.143 +Oft when the task is nigh complete, +These worst of fiends my toil defeat, +Throw bits of bleeding flesh, and o'er +The altar shed a stream of gore. +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. +Nor can I, checked by prudence, dare +Let loose my fury on them there: +The muttered curse, the threatening word, +In such a rite must ne'er be heard. +Thy grace the rite from check can free. +And yield the fruit I long to see. +Thy duty bids thee, King, defend +The suffering guest, the suppliant friend. +Give me thy son, thine eldest born, +Whom locks like raven's wings adorn. +That hero youth, the truly brave, +Of thee, O glorious King, I crave. +For he can lay those demons low +Who mar my rites and work me woe: +My power shall shield the youth from harm, +And heavenly might shall nerve his arm. +And on my champion will I shower +Unnumbered gifts of varied power, +Such gifts as shall ensure his fame +And spread through all the worlds his name. +Be sure those fiends can never stand +Before the might of Rama's hand, +And mid the best and bravest none +Can slay that pair but Raghu's son. +Entangled in the toils of Fate +Those sinners, proud and obstinate, +Are, in their fury overbold, +No match for Rama mighty-souled. +Nor let a father's breast give way +Too far to fond affection's sway. +Count thou the fiends already slain: +My word is pledged, nor pledged in vain. +I know the hero Rama well +In whom high thoughts and valour dwell; +So does Vaśishṭha, so do these +Engaged in long austerities. +If thou would do the righteous deed, +And win high fame, thy virtue's meed, +Fame that on earth shall last and live, +To me, great King, thy Rama give. +If to the words that I have said, +With Saint Vaśishṭha at their head +Thy holy men, O King, agree, +Then let thy Rama go with me. +Ten nights my sacrifice will last, +And ere the stated time be past +Those wicked fiends, those impious twain, +Must fall by wondrous Rama slain. +Let not the hours, I warn thee, fly, +Fixt for the rite, unheeded by; +Good luck have thou, O royal Chief, +Nor give thy heart to needless grief.” +Thus in fair words with virtue fraught +The pious glorious saint besought. +But the good speech with poignant sting +Pierced ear and bosom of the king, +Who, stabbed with pangs too sharp to bear, +Fell prostrate and lay fainting there. +Canto XXII. Dasaratha's Speech. +His tortured senses all astray, +While the hapless monarch lay, +Then slowly gathering thought and strength +To Viśvamitra spoke at length: +“My son is but a child, I ween; +This year he will be just sixteen. +How is he fit for such emprise, +My darling with the lotus eyes? +A mighty army will I bring +That calls me master, lord, and king, +And with its countless squadrons fight +Against these rovers of the night. +My faithful heroes skilled to wield +The arms of war will take the field; +Their skill the demons' might may break: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +I, even I, my bow in hand, +Will in the van of battle stand, +And, while my soul is left alive, +With the night-roaming demons strive. +Thy guarded sacrifice shall be +Completed, from all hindrance free. +Thither will I my journey make: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +A boy unskilled, he knows not yet +The bounds to strength and weakness set. +No match is he for demon foes +Who magic arts to arms oppose. +[pg 035] +O chief of saints, I have no power, +Of Rama reft, to live one hour: +Mine aged heart at once would break: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +Nine thousand circling years have fled +With all their seasons o'er my head, +And as a hard-won boon, O sage, +These sons have come to cheer mine age. +My dearest love amid the four +Is he whom first his mother bore, +Still dearer for his virtues' sake: +Rama, my child, thou must not take. +But if, unmoved by all I say, +Thou needs must bear my son away, +Let me lead with him, I entreat, +A four-fold army144 all complete. +What is the demons' might, O Sage? +Who are they? What their parentage? +What is their size? What beings lend +Their power to guard them and befriend? +How can my son their arts withstand? +Or I or all my armed band? +Tell me the whole that I may know +To meet in war each evil foe +Whom conscious might inspires with pride.” +And Viśvamitra thus replied: +“Sprung from Pulastya's race there came +A giant known by Ravan's name. +Once favoured by the Eternal Sire +He plagues the worlds in ceaseless ire, +For peerless power and might renowned, +By giant bands encompassed round. +Viśravas for his sire they hold, +His brother is the Lord of Gold. +King of the giant hosts is he, +And worst of all in cruelty. +This Ravan's dread commands impel +Two demons who in might excel, +Marícha and Suvahu hight, +To trouble and impede the rite.” +Then thus the king addressed the sage: +“No power have I, my lord, to wage +War with this evil-minded foe; +Now pity on my darling show, +And upon me of hapless fate, +For thee as God I venerate. +Gods, spirits, bards of heavenly birth,145 +The birds of air, the snakes of earth +Before the might of Ravan quail, +Much less can mortal man avail. +He draws, I hear, from out the breast +The valour of the mightiest. +No, ne'er can I with him contend, +Or with the forces he may send. +How can I then my darling lend, +Godlike, unskilled in battle? No, +I will not let my young child go. +Foes of thy rite, those mighty ones, +Sunda and Upasunda's sons, +Are fierce as Fate to overthrow: +I will not let my young child go. +Marícha and Suvahu fell +Are valiant and instructed well. +One of the twain I might attack. +With all my friends their lord to back.” +Canto XXIII. Vasishtha's Speech. +While thus the hapless monarch spoke, +Paternal love his utterance broke. +Then words like these the saint returned, +And fury in his bosom burned: +“Didst thou, O King, a promise make, +And wishest now thy word to break? +A son of Raghu's line should scorn +To fail in faith, a man forsworn. +But if thy soul can bear the shame +I will return e'en as I came. +Live with thy sons, and joy be thine, +False scion of Kakutstha's line.” +As Viśvamitra, mighty sage, +Was moved with this tempestuous rage, +Earth rocked and reeled throughout her frame, +And fear upon the Immortals came. +But Saint Vaśishṭha, wisest seer, +Observant of his vows austere, +Saw the whole world convulsed with dread, +And thus unto the monarch said: +“Thou, born of old Ikshvaku's seed, +Art Justice' self in mortal weed. +Constant and pious, blest by fate, +The right thou must not violate. +Thou, Raghu's son, so famous through +The triple world as just and true, +Perform thy bounden duty still, +Nor stain thy race by deed of ill. +If thou have sworn and now refuse +Thou must thy store of merit lose. +Then, Monarch, let thy Rama go, +Nor fear for him the demon foe. +The fiends shall have no power to hurt +Him trained to war or inexpert, +Nor vanquish him in battle field, +For Kuśik's son the youth will shield. +He is incarnate Justice, he +The best of men for bravery. +Embodied love of penance drear, +Among the wise without a peer. +[pg 036] +Full well he knows, great Kuśik's son, +The arms celestial, every one, +Arms from the Gods themselves concealed, +Far less to other men revealed. +These arms to him, when earth he swayed, +Mighty Kriśaśva, pleased, conveyed. +Kriśaśva's sons they are indeed, +Brought forth by Daksha's lovely seed,146 +Heralds of conquest, strong and bold, +Brilliant, of semblance manifold. +Jaya and Vijaya, most fair, +And hundred splendid weapons bare. +Of Jaya, glorious as the morn, +First fifty noble sons were born, +Boundless in size yet viewless too, +They came the demons to subdue. +And fifty children also came +Of Vijaya the beauteous dame, +Sanharas named, of mighty force, +Hard to assail or check in course. +Of these the hermit knows the use, +And weapons new can he produce. +All these the mighty saint will yield +To Rama's hand, to own and wield; +And armed with these, beyond a doubt +Shall Rama put those fiends to rout. +For Rama and the people's sake, +For thine own good my counsel take, +Nor seek, O King, with fond delay, +The parting of thy son to stay.” +Canto XXIV. The Spells. +Vaśishṭha thus was speaking still: +The monarch, of his own free will, +Bade with quick zeal and joyful cheer +Rama and Lakshman hasten near. +Mother and sire in loving care +Sped their dear son with rite and prayer: +Vaśishṭha blessed him ere he went; +O'er his loved head the father bent, +And then to Kuśik's son resigned +Rama with Lakshman close behind. +Standing by Viśvamitra's side, +The youthful hero, lotus-eyed, +The Wind-God saw, and sent a breeze +Whose sweet pure touch just waved the trees. +There fell from heaven a flowery rain, +And with the song and dance the strain +Of shell and tambour sweetly blent +As forth the son of Raghu went. +The hermit led: behind him came +The bow-armed Rama, dear to fame, +Whose locks were like the raven's wing:147 +Then Lakshman, closely following. +The Gods and Indra, filled with joy, +Looked down upon the royal boy, +And much they longed the death to see +Of their ten-headed enemy.148 +Rama and Lakshman paced behind +That hermit of the lofty mind, +As the young Aśvins,149 heavenly pair, +Follow Lord Indra through the air. +On arm and hand the guard they wore, +Quiver and bow and sword they bore; +Two fire-born Gods of War seemed they.150 +He, Śiva's self who led the way. +Upon fair Sarjú's southern shore +They now had walked a league and more, +When thus the sage in accents mild +To Rama said: “Beloved child, +This lustral water duly touch: +My counsel will avail thee much. +Forget not all the words I say, +Nor let the occasion slip away. +Lo, with two spells I thee invest, +The mighty and the mightiest. +O'er thee fatigue shall ne'er prevail, +Nor age or change thy limbs assail. +Thee powers of darkness ne'er shall smite +In tranquil sleep or wild delight. +No one is there in all the land +Thine equal for the vigorous hand. +[pg 037] +Thou, when thy lips pronounce the spell, +Shalt have no peer in heaven or hell. +None in the world with thee shall vie, +O sinless one, in apt reply, +In fortune, knowledge, wit, and tact, +Wisdom to plan and skill to act. +This double science take, and gain +Glory that shall for aye remain. +Wisdom and judgment spring from each +Of these fair spells whose use I teach. +Hunger and thirst unknown to thee, +High in the worlds thy rank shall be. +For these two spells with might endued, +Are the Great Father's heavenly brood, +And thee, O Chief, may fitly grace, +Thou glory of Kakutstha's race. +Virtues which none can match are thine, +Lord, from thy birth, of gifts divine, +And now these spells of might shall cast +Fresh radiance o'er the gifts thou hast.” +Then Rama duly touched the wave, +Raised suppliant hands, bowed low his head, +And took the spells the hermit gave, +Whose soul on contemplation fed. +From him whose might these gifts enhanced, +A brighter beam of glory glanced: +So shines in all his autumn blaze +The Day-God of the thousand rays. +The hermit's wants those youths supplied, +As pupils use to holy guide. +And then the night in sweet content +On Sarjú's pleasant bank they spent. +Canto XXV. The Hermitage Of Love. +Soon as appeared the morning light +Up rose the mighty anchorite, +And thus to youthful Rama said, +Who lay upon his leafy bed: +“High fate is hers who calls thee son: +Arise, 'tis break of day; +Rise, Chief, and let those rites be done +Due at the morning's ray.”151 +At that great sage's high behest +Up sprang the princely pair, +To bathing rites themselves addressed, +And breathed the holiest prayer. +Their morning task completed, they +To Viśvamitra came +That store of holy works, to pay +The worship saints may claim. +Then to the hallowed spot they went +Along fair Sarjú's side +Where mix her waters confluent +With three-pathed Ganga's tide.152 +There was a sacred hermitage +Where saints devout of mind +Their lives through many a lengthened age +To penance had resigned. +That pure abode the princes eyed +With unrestrained delight, +And thus unto the saint they cried, +Rejoicing at the sight: +“Whose is that hermitage we see? +Who makes his dwelling there? +Full of desire to hear are we: +O Saint, the truth declare.” +The hermit smiling made reply +To the two boys' request: +“Hear, Rama, who in days gone by +This calm retreat possessed. +Kandarpa in apparent form, +Called Kama153 by the wise, +Dared Uma's154 new-wed lord to storm +And make the God his prize. +'Gainst Sthanu's155 self, on rites austere +And vows intent,156 they say, +His bold rash hand he dared to rear, +Though Sthanu cried, Away! +But the God's eye with scornful glare +Fell terrible on him. +Dissolved the shape that was so fair +[pg 038] +And burnt up every limb. +Since the great God's terrific rage +Destroyed his form and frame, +Kama in each succeeding age +Has borne Ananga's157 name. +So, where his lovely form decayed, +This land is Anga styled: +Sacred to him of old this shade, +And hermits undefiled. +Here Scripture-talking elders sway +Each sense with firm control, +And penance-rites have washed away +All sin from every soul. +One night, fair boy, we here will spend, +A pure stream on each hand, +And with to-morrow's light will bend +Our steps to yonder strand. +Here let us bathe, and free from stain +To that pure grove repair, +Sacred to Kama, and remain +One night in comfort there.” +With penance' far-discerning eye +The saintly men beheld +Their coming, and with transport high +Each holy bosom swelled. +To Kuśik's son the gift they gave +That honoured guest should greet, +Water they brought his feet to lave, +And showed him honor meet. +Rama and Lakshman next obtained +In due degree their share. +Then with sweet talk the guests remained, +And charmed each listener there. +The evening prayers were duly said +With voices calm and low: +Then on the ground each laid his head +And slept till morning's glow. +Canto XXVI. The Forest Of Tadaka. +When the fair light of morning rose +The princely tamers of their foes +Followed, his morning worship o'er, +The hermit to the river's shore. +The high-souled men with thoughtful care +A pretty barge had stationed there. +All cried, “O lord, this barge ascend, +And with thy princely followers bend +To yonder side thy prosperous way +With naught to check thee or delay.” +Nor did the saint their rede reject: +He bade farewell with due respect, +And crossed, attended by the twain, +That river rushing to the main. +When now the bark was half way o'er, +Rama and Lakshman heard the roar, +That louder grew and louder yet, +Of waves by dashing waters met. +Then Rama asked the mighty seer: +“What is the tumult that I hear +Of waters cleft in mid career?” +Soon as the speech of Rama, stirred +By deep desire to know, he heard, +The pious saint began to tell +What paused the waters' roar and swell: +“On high Kailasa's distant hill +There lies a noble lake +Whose waters, born from Brahma's will, +The name of Manas158 take. +Thence, hallowing where'er they flow, +The streams of Sarjú fall, +And wandering through the plains below +Embrace Ayodhya's wall. +Still, still preserved in Sarjú's name +Sarovar's159 fame we trace. +The flood of Brahma whence she came +To run her holy race. +To meet great Ganga here she hies +With tributary wave: +Hence the loud roar ye hear arise, +Of floods that swell and rave. +Here, pride of Raghu's line, do thou +In humble adoration bow.” +He spoke. The princes both obeyed, +And reverence to each river paid.160 +They reached the southern shore at last, +And gaily on their journey passed. +A little space beyond there stood +A gloomy awe-inspiring wood. +The monarch's noble son began +To question thus the holy man: +“Whose gloomy forest meets mine eye +Like some vast cloud that fills the sky? +Pathless and dark it seems to be, +Where birds in thousands wander free; +Where shrill cicadas' cries resound, +[pg 039] +And fowl of dismal note abound. +Lion, rhinoceros, and bear, +Boar, tiger, elephant, are there, +There shrubs and thorns run wild: +Dhao, Sal, Bignonia, Bel,161 are found, +And every tree that grows on ground. +How is the forest styled?” +The glorious saint this answer made: +“Dear child of Raghu, hear +Who dwells within the horrid shade +That looks so dark and drear. +Where now is wood, long ere this day +Two broad and fertile lands, +Malaja and Karúsha lay, +Adorned by heavenly hands. +Here, mourning friendship's broken ties, +Lord Indra of the thousand eyes +Hungered and sorrowed many a day, +His brightness soiled with mud and clay, +When in a storm of passion he +Had slain his dear friend Namuchi. +Then came the Gods and saints who bore +Their golden pitchers brimming o'er +With holy streams that banish stain, +And bathed Lord Indra pure again. +When in this land the God was freed +From spot and stain of impious deed +For that his own dear friend he slew, +High transport thrilled his bosom through. +Then in his joy the lands he blessed, +And gave a boon they long possessed: +“Because these fertile lands retain +The washings of the blot and stain,” +'Twas thus Lord Indra sware, +“Malaja and Karúsha's name +Shall celebrate with deathless fame +My malady and care.”162 +“So be it,” all the Immortals cried, +When Indra's speech they heard, +And with acclaim they ratified +The names his lips conferred. +Long time, O victor of thy foes, +These happy lands had sweet repose, +And higher still in fortune rose. +At length a spirit, loving ill, +Taḍaka, wearing shapes at will, +Whose mighty strength, exceeding vast, +A thousand elephants, surpassed, +Was to fierce Sunda, lord and head +Of all the demon armies, wed. +From her, Lord Indra's peer in might +Giant Marícha sprang to light: +And she, a constant plague and pest, +These two fair realms has long distressed. +Now dwelling in her dark abode +A league away she bars the road: +And we, O Rama, hence must go +Where lies the forest of the foe. +Now on thine own right arm rely, +And my command obey: +Smite the foul monster that she die, +And take the plague away. +To reach this country none may dare +Fallen from its old estate, +Which she, whose fury naught can bear, +Has left so desolate. +And now my truthful tale is told +How with accursed sway +The spirit plagued this wood of old, +And ceases not to-day.” +Canto XXVII. The Birth Of Tadaka. +When thus the sage without a peer +Had closed that story strange to hear, +Rama again the saint addressed +To set one lingering doubt at rest: +“O holy man, 'tis said by all +That spirits' strength is weak and small: +How can she match, of power so slight, +A thousand elephants in might?” +And Viśvamitra thus replied +To Raghu's son the glorified: +“Listen, and I will tell thee how +She gained the strength that arms her now. +A mighty spirit lived of yore; +Suketu was the name he bore. +Childless was he, and free from crime +In rites austere he passed his time. +The mighty Sire was pleased to show +His favour, and a child bestow. +Taḍaka named, most fair to see, +A pearl among the maids was she, +And matched, for such was Brahma's dower, +A thousand elephants in power. +Nor would the Eternal Sire, although +The spirit longed, a son bestow +That maid in beauty's youthful pride +Was given to Sunda for a bride. +Her son, Marícha was his name, +A giant, through a curse, became. +She, widowed, dared with him molest +[pg 040] +Agastya,163 of all saints the best. +Inflamed with hunger's wildest rage, +Roaring she rushed upon the sage. +When the great hermit saw her near, +On speeding in her fierce career, +He thus pronounced Marícha's doom: +“A giant's form and shape assume.” +And then, by mighty anger swayed, +On Taḍaka this curse he laid: +“Thy present form and semblance quit, +And wear a shape thy mood to fit; +Changed form and feature by my ban, +A fearful thing that feeds on man.” +She, by his awful curse possessed, +And mad with rage that fills her breast, +Has on this land her fury dealt +Where once the saint Agastya dwelt. +Go, Rama, smite this monster dead, +The wicked plague, of power so dread, +And further by this deed of thine +The good of Brahmans and of kine. +Thy hand alone can overthrow, +In all the worlds, this impious foe. +Nor let compassion lead thy mind +To shrink from blood of womankind; +A monarch's son must ever count +The people's welfare paramount, +And whether pain or joy he deal +Dare all things for his subjects' weal; +Yea, if the deed bring praise or guilt, +If life be saved or blood be spilt: +Such, through all time, should be the care +Of those a kingdom's weight who bear. +Slay, Rama, slay this impious fiend, +For by no law her life is screened. +So Manthara, as bards have told, +Virochan's child, was slain of old +By Indra, when in furious hate +She longed the earth to devastate. +So Kavya's mother, Bhrigu's wife, +Who loved her husband as her life, +When Indra's throne she sought to gain, +By Vishnu's hand of yore was slain. +By these and high-souled kings beside, +Struck down, have lawless women died.” +Canto XXVIII. The Death Of Tadaka. +Thus spoke the saint. Each vigorous word +The noble monarch's offspring heard, +And, reverent hands together laid, +His answer to the hermit made: +“My sire and mother bade me aye +Thy word, O mighty Saint, obey +So will I, O most glorious, kill +This Taḍaka who joys in ill, +For such my sire's, and such thy will. +To aid with mine avenging hand +The Brahmans, kine, and all the land, +Obedient, heart and soul, I stand.” +Thus spoke the tamer of the foe, +And by the middle grasped his bow. +Strongly he drew the sounding string +That made the distant welkin ring. +Scared by the mighty clang the deer +That roamed the forest shook with fear, +And Taḍaka the echo heard, +And rose in haste from slumber stirred. +In wild amaze, her soul aflame +With fury toward the spot she came. +When that foul shape of evil mien +And stature vast as e'er was seen +The wrathful son of Raghu eyed, +He thus unto his brother cried: +“Her dreadful shape, O Lakshman, see, +A form to shudder at and flee. +The hideous monster's very view +Would cleave a timid heart in two. +Behold the demon hard to smite, +Defended by her magic might. +My hand shall stay her course to-day, +And shear her nose and ears away. +No heart have I her life to take: +I spare it for her sex's sake. +My will is but, with minished force, +To check her in her evil course.” +While thus he spoke, by rage impelled +Roaring as she came nigh, +The fiend her course at Rama held +With huge arms tossed on high. +Her, rushing on, the seer assailed +With a loud cry of hate; +And thus the sons of Raghu hailed: +“Fight, and be fortunate.” +Then from the earth a horrid cloud +Of dust the demon raised, +And for awhile in darkling shroud +Wrapt Raghu's sons amazed. +Then calling on her magic power +The fearful fight to wage, +She smote him with a stony shower, +Till Rama burned with rage. +Then pouring forth his arrowy rain +That stony flood to stay, +[pg 041] +With winged darts, as she charged amain, +He shore her hands away. +As Taḍaka still thundered near +Thus maimed by Rama's blows, +Lakshman in fury severed sheer +The monster's ears and nose. +Assuming by her magic skill +A fresh and fresh disguise, +She tried a thousand shapes at will, +Then vanished from their eyes. +When Gadhi's son of high renown +Still saw the stony rain pour down +Upon each princely warrior's head, +With words of wisdom thus he said: +“Enough of mercy, Rama, lest +This sinful evil-working pest, +Disturber of each holy rite, +Repair by magic arts her might. +Without delay the fiend should die, +For, see, the twilight hour is nigh. +And at the joints of night and day +Such giant foes are hard to slay.” +Then Rama, skilful to direct +His arrow to the sound, +With shafts the mighty demon checked +Who rained her stones around. +She sore impeded and beset +By Rama and his arrowy net, +Though skilled in guile and magic lore, +Rushed on the brothers with a roar. +Deformed, terrific, murderous, dread, +Swift as the levin on she sped, +Like cloudy pile in autumn's sky, +Lifting her two vast arms on high, +When Rama smote her with a dart, +Shaped like a crescent, to the heart. +Sore wounded by the shaft that came +With lightning speed and surest aim, +Blood spouting from her mouth and side, +She fell upon the earth and died. +Soon as the Lord who rules the sky +Saw the dread monster lifeless lie, +He called aloud, Well done! well done! +And the Gods honoured Raghu's son. +Standing in heaven the Thousand-eyed, +With all the Immortals, joying cried: +“Lift up thine eyes, O Saint, and see +The Gods and Indra nigh to thee. +This deed of Rama's boundless might +Has filled our bosoms with delight, +Now, for our will would have it so, +To Raghu's son some favour show. +Invest him with the power which naught +But penance gains and holy thought, +Those heavenly arms on him bestow +To thee entrusted long ago +By great Kriśaśva best of kings, +Son of the Lord of living things. +More fit recipient none can be +Than he who joys it following thee; +And for our sakes the monarch's seed +Has yet to do a mighty deed.” +He spoke; and all the heavenly train +Rejoicing sought their homes again, +While honour to the saint they paid. +Then came the evening's twilight shade, +The best of hermits overjoyed +To know the monstrous fiend destroyed, +His lips on Rama's forehead pressed, +And thus the conquering chief addressed: +“O Rama gracious to the sight. +Here will we pass the present night, +And with the morrow's earliest ray +Bend to my hermitage our way.” +The son of Daśaratha heard, +Delighted, Viśvamitra's word, +And as he bade, that night he spent +In Taḍaka's wild wood, content. +And the grove shone that happy day, +Freed from the curse that on it lay, +Like Chaitraratha164 fair and gay. +Canto XXIX. The Celestial Arms. +That night they slept and took their rest; +And then the mighty saint addressed, +With pleasant smile and accents mild +These words to Raghu's princely child: +“Well pleased am I. High fate be thine, +Thou scion of a royal line. +Now will I, for I love thee so, +All heavenly arms on thee bestow. +Victor with these, whoe'er oppose, +Thy hand shall conquer all thy foes, +Though Gods and spirits of the air, +Serpents and fiends, the conflict dare. +I'll give thee as a pledge of love +The mystic arms they use above, +For worthy thou to have revealed +The weapons I have learnt to wield.165 +[pg 042] +First, son of Raghu, shall be thine +The arm of Vengeance, strong, divine: +The arm of Fate, the arm of Right, +And Vishnu's arm of awful might: +That, before which no foe can stand, +The thunderbolt of Indra's hand; +And Śiva's trident, sharp and dread, +And that dire weapon Brahma's Head. +And two fair clubs, O royal child, +One Charmer and one Pointed styled +With flame of lambent fire aglow, +On thee, O Chieftain, I bestow. +And Fate's dread net and Justice' noose +That none may conquer, for thy use: +And the great cord, renowned of old, +Which Varun ever loves to hold. +Take these two thunderbolts, which I +Have got for thee, the Moist and Dry. +Here Śiva's dart to thee I yield, +And that which Vishnu wont to wield. +I give to thee the arm of Fire, +Desired by all and named the Spire. +To thee I grant the Wind-God's dart, +Named Crusher, O thou pure of heart, +This arm, the Horse's Head, accept, +And this, the Curlew's Bill yclept, +And these two spears, the best e'er flew, +Named the Invincible and True. +And arms of fiends I make thine own, +Skull-wreath and mace that smashes bone. +And Joyous, which the spirits bear, +Great weapon of the sons of air. +Brave offspring of the best of lords, +I give thee now the Gem of swords, +And offer next, thine hand to arm, +The heavenly bards' beloved charm. +Now with two arms I thee invest +Of never-ending Sleep and Rest, +With weapons of the Sun and Rain, +And those that dry and burn amain; +And strong Desire with conquering touch, +The dart that Kama prizes much. +I give the arm of shadowy powers +That bleeding flesh of men devours. +I give the arms the God of Gold +And giant fiends exult to hold. +This smites the foe in battle-strife, +And takes his fortune, strength, and life. +I give the arms called False and True, +And great Illusion give I too; +The hero's arm called Strong and Bright +That spoils the foeman's strength in fight. +I give thee as a priceless boon +The Dew, the weapon of the Moon, +And add the weapon, deftly planned, +That strengthens Viśvakarma's hand. +The Mortal dart whose point is chill, +And Slaughter, ever sure to kill; +All these and other arms, for thou +Art very dear, I give thee now. +Receive these weapons from my hand, +Son of the noblest in the land.” +Facing the east, the glorious saint +Pure from all spot of earthly taint, +To Rama, with delighted mind, +That noble host of spells consigned. +He taught the arms, whose lore is won +Hardly by Gods, to Raghu's son. +He muttered low the spell whose call +Summons those arms and rules them all +And, each in visible form and frame, +Before the monarch's son they came. +They stood and spoke in reverent guise +To Rama with exulting cries: +“O noblest child of Raghu, see, +Thy ministers and thralls are we.” +With joyful heart and eager hand +Rama received the wondrous band, +And thus with words of welcome cried: +“Aye present to my will abide.” +Then hasted to the saint to pay +Due reverence, and pursued his way. +Canto XXX. The Mysterious Powers.166 +Pure, with glad cheer and joyful breast, +Of those mysterious arms possessed, +Rama, now passing on his way, +Thus to the saint began to say: +“Lord of these mighty weapons, I +Can scarce be harmed by Gods on high; +Now, best of saints, I long to gain +The powers that can these arms restrain.” +Thus spoke the prince. The sage austere, +True to his vows, from evil clear, +Called forth the names of those great charms +Whose powers restrain the deadly arms. +“Receive thou True and Truly famed, +And Bold and Fleet: the weapons named +[pg 043] +Warder and Progress, swift of pace, +Averted-head and Drooping-face; +The Seen, and that which Secret flies; +The weapon of the thousand eyes; +Ten-headed, and the Hundred-faced, +Star-gazer and the Layer-waste: +The Omen-bird, the Pure-from-spot, +The pair that wake and slumber not: +The Fiendish, that which shakes amain, +The Strong-of-Hand, the Rich-in-Gain: +The Guardian, and the Close-allied, +The Gaper, Love, and Golden-side: +O Raghu's son receive all these, +Bright ones that wear what forms they please; +Kriśaśva's mystic sons are they, +And worthy thou their might to sway.” +With joy the pride of Raghu's race +Received the hermit's proffered grace, +Mysterious arms, to check and stay, +Or smite the foeman in the fray. +Then, all with heavenly forms endued, +Nigh came the wondrous multitude. +Celestial in their bright attire +Some shone like coals of burning fire; +Some were like clouds of dusky smoke; +And suppliant thus they sweetly spoke: +“Thy thralls, O Rama, here we stand: +Command, we pray, thy faithful band” +“Depart,” he cried, “where each may list, +But when I call you to assist, +Be present to my mind with speed, +And aid me in the hour of need.” +To Rama then they lowly bent, +And round him in due reverence went, +To his command, they answered, Yea, +And as they came so went away. +When thus the arms had homeward flown, +With pleasant words and modest tone, +E'en as he walked, the prince began +To question thus the holy man: +“What cloudlike wood is that which near +The mountain's side I see appear? +O tell me, for I long to know; +Its pleasant aspect charms me so. +Its glades are full of deer at play, +And sweet birds sing on every spray, +Past is the hideous wild; I feel +So sweet a tremor o'er me steal, +And hail with transport fresh and new +A land that is so fair to view. +Then tell me all, thou holy Sage, +And whose this pleasant hermitage +In which those wicked ones delight +To mar and kill each holy rite. +And with foul heart and evil deed +Thy sacrifice, great Saint, impede. +To whom, O Sage, belongs this land +In which thine altars ready stand! +'Tis mine to guard them, and to slay +The giants who the rites would stay. +All this, O best of saints, I burn +From thine own lips, my lord, to learn.” +Canto XXXI. The Perfect Hermitage. +Thus spoke the prince of boundless might, +And thus replied the anchorite: +“Chief of the mighty arm, of yore +Lord Vishnu whom the Gods adore, +For holy thought and rites austere +Of penance made his dwelling here. +This ancient wood was called of old +Grove of the Dwarf, the mighty-souled, +And when perfection he attained +The grove the name of Perfect gained. +Bali of yore, Virochan's son, +Dominion over Indra won, +And when with power his proud heart swelled, +O'er the three worlds his empire held. +When Bali then began a rite, +The Gods and Indra in affright +Sought Vishnu in this place of rest, +And thus with prayers the God addressed: +“Bali. Virochan's mighty son, +His sacrifice has now begun: +Of boundless wealth, that demon king +Is bounteous to each living thing. +Though suppliants flock from every side +The suit of none is e'er denied. +Whate'er, where'er howe'er the call, +He hears the suit and gives to all. +Now with thine own illusive art +Perform, O Lord, the helper's part: +Assume a dwarfish form, and thus +From fear and danger rescue us.”167 +Thus in their dread the Immortals sued: +The God a dwarflike shape indued:168 +Before Virochan's son he came, +Three steps of land his only claim. +The boon obtained, in wondrous wise +Lord Vishnu's form increased in size; +Through all the worlds, tremendous, vast, +God of the Triple Step, he passed.169 +The whole broad earth from side to side +He measured with one mighty stride, +Spanned with the next the firmament, +And with the third through heaven he went. +[pg 044] +Thus was the king of demons hurled +By Vishnu to the nether world, +And thus the universe restored +To Indra's rule, its ancient lord. +And now because the immortal God +This spot in dwarflike semblance trod, +The grove has aye been loved by me +For reverence of the devotee. +But demons haunt it, prompt to stay +Each holy offering I would pay. +Be thine, O lion-lord, to kill +These giants that delight in ill. +This day, beloved child, our feet +Shall rest within the calm retreat: +And know, thou chief of Raghu's line, +My hermitage is also thine.” +He spoke; and soon the anchorite, +With joyous looks that beamed delight, +With Rama and his brother stood +Within the consecrated wood. +Soon as they saw the holy man, +With one accord together ran +The dwellers in the sacred shade, +And to the saint their reverence paid, +And offered water for his feet, +The gift of honour and a seat; +And next with hospitable care +They entertained the princely pair. +The royal tamers of their foes +Rested awhile in sweet repose: +Then to the chief of hermits sued +Standing in suppliant attitude: +“Begin, O best of saints, we pray, +Initiatory rites to-day. +This Perfect Grove shall be anew +Made perfect, and thy words be true.” +Then, thus addressed, the holy man, +The very glorious sage, began +The high preliminary rite. +Restraining sense and appetite. +Calmly the youths that night reposed, +And rose when morn her light disclosed, +Their morning worship paid, and took +Of lustral water from the brook. +Thus purified they breathed the prayer, +Then greeted Viśvamitra where +As celebrant he sate beside +The flame with sacred oil supplied. +Canto XXXII. Visvamitra's Sacrifice. +That conquering pair, of royal race, +Skilled to observe due time and place, +To Kuśik's hermit son addressed, +In timely words, their meet request: +“When must we, lord, we pray thee tell, +Those Rovers of the Night repel? +Speak, lest we let the moment fly, +And pass the due occasion by.” +Thus longing for the strife, they prayed, +And thus the hermits answer made: +“Till the fifth day be come and past, +O Raghu's sons, your watch must last. +The saint his Diksha170 has begun, +And all that time will speak to none.” +Soon as the steadfast devotees +Had made reply in words like these, +The youths began, disdaining sleep, +Six days and nights their watch to keep. +The warrior pair who tamed the foe, +Unrivalled benders of the bow, +Kept watch and ward unwearied still +To guard the saint from scathe and ill. +'Twas now the sixth returning day, +The hour foretold had past away. +Then Rama cried: “O Lakshman, now +Firm, watchful, resolute be thou. +The fiends as yet have kept afar +From the pure grove in which we are: +Yet waits us, ere the day shall close, +Dire battle with the demon foes.” +While thus spoke Rama borne away +By longing for the deadly fray, +See! bursting from the altar came +The sudden glory of the flame. +Round priest and deacon, and upon +Grass, ladles, flowers, the splendour shone, +And the high rite, in order due, +With sacred texts began anew. +But then a loud and fearful roar +Re-echoed through the sky; +And like vast clouds that shadow o'er +The heavens in dark July, +Involved in gloom of magic might +Two fiends rushed on amain, +Marícha, Rover of the Night, +Suvahu, and their train. +As on they came in wild career +Thick blood in rain they shed; +And Rama saw those things of fear +Impending overhead. +Then soon as those accursed two +Who showered down blood be spied, +Thus to his brother brave and true +Spoke Rama lotus-eyed: +“Now, Lakshman, thou these fiends shalt see, +Man-eaters, foul of mind, +Before my mortal weapon flee +Like clouds before the wind.” +He spoke. An arrow, swift as thought, +Upon his bow he pressed, +And smote, to utmost fury wrought, +Marícha on the breast. +Deep in his flesh the weapon lay +Winged by the mystic spell, +[pg 045] +And, hurled a hundred leagues away, +In ocean's flood he fell. +Then Rama, when he saw the foe +Convulsed and mad with pain +Neath the chill-pointed weapon's blow, +To Lakshman spoke again: +“See, Lakshman, see! this mortal dart +That strikes a numbing chill, +Hath struck him senseless with the smart, +But left him breathing still. +But these who love the evil way, +And drink the blood they spill, +Rejoicing holy rites to stay, +Fierce plagues, my hand shall kill.” +He seized another shaft, the best, +Aglow with living flame; +It struck Suvahu on the chest, +And dead to earth he came. +Again a dart, the Wind-God's own, +Upon his string he laid, +And all the demons were o'erthrown, +The saints no more afraid. +When thus the fiends were slain in fight, +Disturbers of each holy rite, +Due honour by the saints was paid +To Rama for his wondrous aid: +So Indra is adored when he +Has won some glorious victory. +Success at last the rite had crowned, +And Viśvamitra gazed around, +And seeing every side at rest, +The son of Raghu thus addressed: +“My joy, O Prince, is now complete: +Thou hast obeyed my will: +Perfect before, this calm retreat +Is now more perfect still.” +Canto XXXIII. The Sone. +Their task achieved, the princes spent +That night with joy and full content. +Ere yet the dawn was well displayed +Their morning rites they duly paid, +And sought, while yet the light was faint, +The hermits and the mighty saint. +They greeted first that holy sire +Resplendent like the burning fire, +And then with noble words began +Their sweet speech to the sainted man: +“Here stand, O Lord, thy servants true: +Command what thou wouldst have us do.” +The saints, by Viśvamitra led, +To Rama thus in answer said: +“Janak the king who rules the land +Of fertile Míthila has planned +A noble sacrifice, and we +Will thither go the rite to see. +Thou, Prince of men, with us shalt go, +And there behold the wondrous bow, +Terrific, vast, of matchless might, +Which, splendid at the famous rite, +The Gods assembled gave the king. +No giant, fiend, or God can string +That gem of bows, no heavenly bard: +Then, sure, for man the task were hard. +When lords of earth have longed to know +The virtue of that wondrous bow, +The strongest sons of kings in vain +Have tried the mighty cord to strain. +This famous bow thou there shalt view, +And wondrous rites shalt witness too. +The high-souled king who lords it o'er +The realm of Míthila of yore +Gained from the Gods this bow, the price +Of his imperial sacrifice. +Won by the rite the glorious prize +Still in the royal palace lies, +Laid up in oil of precious scent +With aloe-wood and incense blent.” +Then Rama answering, Be it so, +Made ready with the rest to go. +The saint himself was now prepared, +But ere beyond the grove he fared, +He turned him and in words like these +Addressed the sylvan deities: +“Farewell! each holy rite complete, +I leave the hermits' perfect seat: +To Ganga's northern shore I go +Beneath Himalaya's peaks of snow.” +With reverent steps he paced around +The limits of the holy ground, +And then the mighty saint set forth +And took his journey to the north. +His pupils, deep in Scripture's page, +Followed behind the holy sage, +And servants from the sacred grove +A hundred wains for convoy drove. +The very birds that winged that air, +The very deer that harboured there, +Forsook the glade and leafy brake +And followed for the hermit's sake. +They travelled far, till in the west +The sun was speeding to his rest, +And made, their portioned journey o'er, +Their halt on Śona's171 distant shore. +The hermits bathed when sank the sun, +And every rite was duly done, +Oblations paid to Fire, and then +Sate round their chief the holy men. +Rama and Lakshman lowly bowed +In reverence to the hermit crowd, +And Rama, having sate him down +Before the saint of pure renown, +[pg 046] +With humble palms together laid +His eager supplication made: +“What country, O my lord, is this, +Fair-smiling in her wealth and bliss? +Deign fully, O thou mighty Seer, +To tell me, for I long to hear.” +Moved by the prayer of Rama, he +Told forth the country's history. +Canto XXXIV. Brahmadatta. +“A king of Brahma's seed who bore +The name of Kuśa reigned of yore. +Just, faithful to his vows, and true, +He held the good in honour due. +His bride, a queen of noble name, +Of old Vidarbha's172 monarchs came. +Like their own father, children four, +All valiant boys, the lady bore. +In glorious deeds each nerve they strained, +And well their Warrior part sustained. +To them most just, and true, and brave, +Their father thus his counsel gave: +“Beloved children, ne'er forget +Protection is a prince's debt: +The noble work at once begin, +High virtue and her fruits to win.” +The youths, to all the people dear, +Received his speech with willing ear; +And each went forth his several way, +Foundations of a town to lay. +Kuśamba, prince of high renown, +Was builder of Kauśambí's town, +And Kuśanabha, just and wise, +Bade high Mahodaya's towers arise. +Amúrtarajas chose to dwell +In Dharmaranya's citadel, +And Vasu bade his city fair +The name of Girivraja bear.173 +This fertile spot whereon we stand +Was once the high-souled Vasu's land. +Behold! as round we turn our eyes, +Five lofty mountain peaks arise. +See! bursting from her parent hill, +Sumagadhí, a lovely rill, +Bright gleaming as she flows between +The mountains, like a wreath is seen, +And then through Magadh's plains and groves +With many a fair mæander roves. +And this was Vasu's old domain, +The fertile Magadh's broad champaign, +Which smiling fields of tilth adorn +And diadem with golden corn. +The queen Ghritachí, nymph most fair, +Married to Kuśanabha, bare +A hundred daughters, lovely-faced, +With every charm and beauty graced. +It chanced the maidens, bright and gay +As lightning-flashes on a day +Of rain time, to the garden went +With song and play and merriment, +And there in gay attire they strayed, +And danced, and laughed, and sang, and played. +The God of Wind who roves at will +All places, as he lists, to fill, +Saw the young maidens dancing there, +Of faultless shape and mien most fair. +“I love you all, sweet girls,” he cried, +“And each shall be my darling bride. +Forsake, forsake your mortal lot, +And gain a life that withers not. +A fickle thing is youth's brief span, +And more than all in mortal man. +Receive unending youth, and be +Immortal, O my loves, with me.” +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? +Our sire is Kuśanabha, King; +And we, forsooth, have charms to bring +A God to woo us from the skies; +But honour first we maidens prize. +Far may the hour, we pray, be hence, +When we, O thou of little sense, +Our truthful father's choice refuse, +And for ourselves our husbands choose. +Our honoured sire our lord we deem, +He is to us a God supreme, +And they to whom his high decree +May give us shall our husbands be.” +He heard the answer they returned, +And mighty rage within him burned. +On each fair maid a blast he sent: +Each stately form he bowed and bent. +Bent double by the Wind-God's ire +They sought the palace of their sire, +[pg 047] +There fell upon the ground with sighs, +While tears and shame were in their eyes. +The king himself, with troubled brow, +Saw his dear girls so fair but now, +A mournful sight all bent and bowed, +And grieving thus he cried aloud: +“What fate is this, and what the cause? +What wretch has scorned all heavenly laws? +Who thus your forms could curve and break? +You struggle, but no answer make.” +They heard the speech of that wise king +Of their misfortune questioning. +Again the hundred maidens sighed, +Touched with their heads his feet, and cried: +“The God of Wind, pervading space, +Would bring on us a foul disgrace, +And choosing folly's evil way +From virtue's path in scorn would stray. +But we in words like these reproved +The God of Wind whom passion moved: +“Farewell, O Lord! A sire have we, +No women uncontrolled and free. +Go, and our sire's consent obtain +If thou our maiden hands wouldst gain. +No self-dependent life we live: +If we offend, our fault forgive.” +But led by folly as a slave, +He would not hear the rede we gave, +And even as we gently spoke +We felt the Wind-God's crushing stroke.” +The pious king, with grief distressed, +The noble hundred thus addressed: +“With patience, daughters, bear your fate, +Yours was a deed supremely great +When with one mind you kept from shame +The honour of your father's name. +Patience, when men their anger vent, +Is woman's praise and ornament; +Yet when the Gods inflict the blow +Hard is it to support the woe. +Patience, my girls, exceeds all price: +'Tis alms, and truth, and sacrifice. +Patience is virtue, patience fame: +Patience upholds this earthly frame. +And now, I think, is come the time +To wed you in your maiden prime. +Now, daughters, go where'er you will: +Thoughts for your good my mind shall fill.” +The maidens went, consoled, away: +The best of kings, that very day, +Summoned his ministers of state +About their marriage to debate. +Since then, because the Wind-God bent +The damsels' forms for punishment, +That royal town is known to fame +By Kanyakubja's174 borrowed name. +There lived a sage called Chúli then, +Devoutest of the sons of men; +His days in penance rites he spent, +A glorious saint, most continent. +To him absorbed in tasks austere +The child of Urmila drew near, +Sweet Somada, the heavenly maid +And lent the saint her pious aid. +Long time near him the maiden spent, +And served him meek and reverent, +Till the great hermit, pleased with her, +Thus spoke unto his minister: +“Grateful am I for all thy care: +Blest maiden, speak, thy wish declare.” +The sweet-voiced nymph rejoiced to see +The favour of the devotee, +And to that eloquent old man, +Most eloquent she thus began: +“Thou hast, by heavenly grace sustained, +Close union with the Godhead gained. +I long, O Saint, to see a son +By force of holy penance won. +Unwed, a maiden life I live: +A son to me, thy suppliant, give.” +The saint with favour heard her prayer, +And gave a son exceeding fair. +Him, Chúli's spiritual child, +His mother Brahmadatta175 styled. +King Brahmadatta, rich and great, +In Kampilí maintained his state, +Ruling, like Indra in his bliss, +His fortunate metropolis. +King Kuśanabha planned that he +His hundred daughters' lord should be. +To him, obedient to his call, +The happy monarch gave them all. +Like Indra then he took the hand +Of every maiden of the band. +Soon as the hand of each young maid +In Brahmadatta's palm was laid, +Deformity and cares away, +She shone in beauty bright and gay. +Their freedom from the Wind-God's might +Saw Kuśanabha with delight. +Each glance that on their forms he threw +Filled him with raptures ever new. +Then when the rites were all complete, +With highest marks of honour meet +The bridegroom with his brides he sent +To his great seat of government. +The nymph received with pleasant speech +Her daughters; and, embracing each, +Upon their forms she fondly gazed, +And royal Kuśanabha praised. +[pg 048] +Canto XXXV. Visvamitra's Lineage. +“The rites were o'er, the maids were wed, +The bridegroom to his home was sped. +The sonless monarch bade prepare +A sacrifice to gain an heir. +Then Kuśa, Brahma's son, appeared, +And thus King Kuśanabha cheered: +“Thou shalt, my child, obtain a son +Like thine own self, O holy one. +Through him for ever, Gadhi named, +Shalt thou in all the worlds be famed.” +He spoke, and vanished from the sight +To Brahma's world of endless light. +Time fled, and, as the saint foretold, +Gadhi was born, the holy-souled. +My sire was he; through him I trace +My line from royal Kuśa's race. +My sister—elder-born was she— +The pure and good Satyavatí,176 +Was to the great Richíka wed. +Still faithful to her husband dead, +She followed him, most noble dame, +And, raised to heaven in human frame, +A pure celestial stream became. +Down from Himalaya's snowy height, +In floods for ever fair and bright, +My sister's holy waves are hurled +To purify and glad the world. +Now on Himalaya's side I dwell +Because I love my sister well. +She, for her faith and truth renowned, +Most loving to her husband found, +High-fated, firm in each pure vow, +Is queen of all the rivers now. +Bound by a vow I left her side +And to the Perfect convent hied. +There, by the aid 'twas thine to lend, +Made perfect, all my labours end. +Thus, mighty Prince, I now have told +My race and lineage, high and old, +And local tales of long ago +Which thou, O Rama, fain wouldst know. +As I have sate rehearsing thus +The midnight hour is come on us. +Now, Rama, sleep, that nothing may +Our journey of to-morrow stay. +No leaf on any tree is stirred: +Hushed in repose are beast and bird: +Where'er you turn, on every side, +Dense shades of night the landscape hide, +The light of eve is fled: the skies, +Thick-studded with their host of eyes, +Seem a star-forest overhead, +Where signs and constellations spread. +Now rises, with his pure cold ray, +The moon that drives the shades away, +And with his gentle influence brings +Joy to the hearts of living things. +Now, stealing from their lairs, appear +The beasts to whom the night is dear. +Now spirits walk, and every power +That revels in the midnight hour.” +The mighty hermit's tale was o'er, +He closed his lips and spoke no more. +The holy men on every side, +“Well done! well done,” with reverence cried; +“The mighty men of Kuśa's seed +Were ever famed for righteous deed. +Like Brahma's self in glory shine +The high-souled lords of Kuśa's line, +And thy great name is sounded most, +O Saint, amid the noble host. +And thy dear sister—fairest she +Of streams, the high-born Kauśikí— +Diffusing virtue where she flows, +New splendour on thy lineage throws.” +Thus by the chief of saints addressed +The son of Gadhi turned to rest; +So, when his daily course is done, +Sinks to his rest the beaming sun. +Rama with Lakshman, somewhat stirred +To marvel by the tales they heard, +Turned also to his couch, to close +His eyelids in desired repose. +Canto XXXVI. The Birth Of Ganga. +The hours of night now waning fast +On Śona's pleasant shore they passed. +Then, when the dawn began to break, +To Rama thus the hermit spake: +“The light of dawn is breaking clear, +The hour of morning rites is near. +Rise, Rama, rise, dear son, I pray, +And make thee ready for the way.” +Then Rama rose, and finished all +His duties at the hermit's call, +Prepared with joy the road to take, +And thus again in question spake: +“Here fair and deep the Śona flows, +And many an isle its bosom shows: +What way, O Saint, will lead us o'er +And land us on the farther shore?” +The saint replied: “The way I choose +Is that which pious hermits use.” +[pg 049] +For many a league they journeyed on +Till, when the sun of mid-day shone, +The hermit-haunted flood was seen +Of Jahnaví,177 the Rivers' Queen. +Soon as the holy stream they viewed, +Thronged with a white-winged multitude +Of sarases178 and swans,179 delight +Possessed them at the lovely sight; +And then prepared the hermit band +To halt upon that holy strand. +They bathed as Scripture bids, and paid +Oblations due to God and shade. +To Fire they burnt the offerings meet, +And sipped the oil, like Amrit sweet. +Then pure and pleased they sate around +Saint Viśvamitra on the ground. +The holy men of lesser note, +In due degree, sate more remote, +While Raghu's sons took nearer place +By virtue of their rank and race. +Then Rama said: “O Saint, I yearn +The three-pathed Ganga's tale to learn.” +Thus urged, the sage recounted both +The birth of Ganga and her growth: +“The mighty hill with metals stored, +Himalaya, is the mountains' lord, +The father of a lovely pair +Of daughters fairest of the fair: +Their mother, offspring of the will +Of Meru, everlasting hill, +Mena, Himalaya's darling, graced +With beauty of her dainty waist. +Ganga was elder-born: then came +The fair one known by Uma's name. +Then all the Gods of heaven, in need +Of Ganga's help their vows to speed, +To great Himalaya came and prayed +The mountain King to yield the maid. +He, not regardless of the weal +Of the three worlds, with holy zeal +His daughter to the Immortals gave, +Ganga whose waters cleanse and save, +Who roams at pleasure, fair and free, +Purging all sinners, to the sea. +The three-pathed Ganga thus obtained, +The Gods their heavenly homes regained. +Long time the sister Uma passed +In vows austere and rigid fast, +And the king gave the devotee +Immortal Rudra's180 bride to be, +Matching with that unequalled Lord +His Uma through the worlds adored. +So now a glorious station fills +Each daughter of the King of Hills: +One honoured as the noblest stream, +One mid the Goddesses supreme. +Thus Ganga, King Himalaya's child, +The heavenly river, undefiled, +Rose bearing with her to the sky +Her waves that bless and purify.” +[I am compelled to omit Cantos XXXVII and XXXVIII, The Glory of Uma, and the Birth of Kartikeya, as both in subject and language offensive to modern taste. They will be found in Schlegel's Latin translation.] + +Canto XXXIX. The Sons Of Sagar. +The saint in accents sweet and clear +Thus told his tale for Rama's ear, +And thus anew the holy man +A legend to the prince began: +“There reigned a pious monarch o'er +Ayodhya in the days of yore: +Sagar his name: no child had he, +And children much he longed to see. +His honoured consort, fair of face, +Sprang from Vidarbha's royal race, +Keśini, famed from early youth +For piety and love of truth. +Aríshṭanemi's daughter fair, +With whom no maiden might compare +In beauty, though the earth is wide, +Sumati, was his second bride. +With his two queens afar he went, +And weary days in penance spent, +Fervent, upon Himalaya's hill +Where springs the stream called Bhrigu' rill. +Nor did he fail that saint to please +With his devout austerities. +And, when a hundred years had fled, +Thus the most truthful Bhrigu said: +“From thee, O Sagar, blameless King, +A mighty host of sons shall spring, +And thou shalt win a glorious name +Which none, O Chief, but thou shall claim. +One of thy queens a son shall bear, +Maintainer of thy race and heir; +And of the other there shall be +Sons sixty thousand born to thee.” +Thus as he spake, with one accord, +To win the grace of that high lord, +The queens, with palms together laid, +In humble supplication prayed: +“Which queen, O Brahman, of the pair, +The many, or the one shall bear? +Most eager, Lord, are we to know, +And as thou sayest be it so.” +[pg 050] +With his sweet speech the saint replied: +“Yourselves, O Queens, the choice decide. +Your own discretion freely use +Which shall the one or many choose: +One shall the race and name uphold, +The host be famous, strong, and bold. +Which will have which?” Then Keśini +The mother of one heir would be. +Sumati, sister of the king181 +Of all the birds that ply the wing, +To that illustrious Brahman sued +That she might bear the multitude +Whose fame throughout the world should sound +For mighty enterprise renowned. +Around the saint the monarch went, +Bowing his head, most reverent. +Then with his wives, with willing feet, +Resought his own imperial seat. +Time passed. The elder consort bare +A son called Asamanj, the heir. +Then Sumati, the younger, gave +Birth to a gourd,182 O hero brave, +Whose rind, when burst and cleft in two, +Gave sixty thousand babes to view. +All these with care the nurses laid +In jars of oil; and there they stayed, +Till, youthful age and strength complete, +Forth speeding from each dark retreat, +All peers in valour, years, and might, +The sixty thousand came to light. +Prince Asamanj, brought up with care, +Scourge of his foes, was made the heir. +But liegemen's boys he used to cast +To Sarjú's waves that hurried past, +Laughing the while in cruel glee +Their dying agonies to see. +This wicked prince who aye withstood +The counsel of the wise and good, +Who plagued the people in his hate, +His father banished from the state. +His son, kind-spoken, brave, and tall, +Was Anśuman, beloved of all. +Long years flew by. The king decreed +To slay a sacrificial steed. +Consulting with his priestly band +He vowed the rite his soul had planned, +And, Veda skilled, by their advice +Made ready for the sacrifice. +Canto XL. The Cleaving Of The Earth. +The hermit ceased: the tale was done: +Then in a transport Raghu's son +Again addressed the ancient sire +Resplendent as a burning fire: +“O holy man, I fain would hear +The tale repeated full and clear +How he from whom my sires descend +Brought the great rite to happy end.” +The hermit answered with a smile: +“Then listen, son of Raghu, while +My legendary tale proceeds +To tell of high-souled Sagar's deeds. +Within the spacious plain that lies +From where Himalaya's heights arise +To where proud Vindhya's rival chain +Looks down upon the subject plain— +A land the best for rites declared183— +His sacrifice the king prepared. +And Anśuman the prince—for so +Sagar advised—with ready bow +Was borne upon a mighty car +To watch the steed who roamed afar. +But Indra, monarch of the skies, +Veiling his form in demon guise, +Came down upon the appointed day +And drove the victim horse away. +Reft of the steed the priests, distressed, +The master of the rite addressed: +“Upon the sacred day by force +A robber takes the victim horse. +Haste, King! now let the thief be slain; +Bring thou the charger back again: +The sacred rite prevented thus +Brings scathe and woe to all of us. +Rise, monarch, and provide with speed +That naught its happy course impede.” +King Sagar in his crowded court +Gave ear unto the priests' report. +He summoned straightway to his side +His sixty thousand sons, and cried: +“Brave sons of mine, I knew not how +These demons are so mighty now: +The priests began the rite so well +All sanctified with prayer and spell. +If in the depths of earth he hide, +Or lurk beneath the ocean's tide, +[pg 051] +Pursue, dear sons, the robber's track; +Slay him and bring the charger back. +The whole of this broad earth explore, +Sea-garlanded, from shore to shore: +Yea, dig her up with might and main +Until you see the horse again. +Deep let your searching labour reach, +A league in depth dug out by each. +The robber of our horse pursue, +And please your sire who orders you. +My grandson, I, this priestly train, +Till the steed comes, will here remain.” +Their eager hearts with transport burned +As to their task the heroes turned. +Obedient to their father, they +Through earth's recesses forced their way. +With iron arms' unflinching toil +Each dug a league beneath the soil. +Earth, cleft asunder, groaned in pain, +As emulous they plied amain +Sharp-pointed coulter, pick, and bar, +Hard as the bolts of Indra are. +Then loud the horrid clamour rose +Of monsters dying neath their blows, +Giant and demon, fiend and snake, +That in earth's core their dwelling make. +They dug, in ire that naught could stay, +Through sixty thousand leagues their way, +Cleaving the earth with matchless strength +Till hell itself they reached at length. +Thus digging searched they Jambudvip184 +With all its hills and mountains steep. +Then a great fear began to shake +The heart of God, bard, fiend, and snake, +And all distressed in spirit went +Before the Sire Omnipotent. +With signs of woe in every face +They sought the mighty Father's grace, +And trembling still and ill at ease +Addressed their Lord in words like these: +“The sons of Sagar, Sire benign, +Pierce the whole earth with mine on mine, +And as their ruthless work they ply +Innumerable creatures die. +“This is the thief,” the princes say, +“Who stole our victim steed away. +This marred the rite, and caused us ill, +And so their guiltless blood they spill.” +Canto XLI. Kapil. +The father lent a gracious ear +And listened to their tale of fear, +And kindly to the Gods replied +Whom woe and death had terrified: +“The wisest Vasudeva,185 who +The Immortals' foe, fierce Madhu, slew, +Regards broad Earth with love and pride +And guards, in Kapil's form, his bride.186 +His kindled wrath will quickly fall +On the king's sons and burn them all. +This cleaving of the earth his eye +Foresaw in ages long gone by: +He knew with prescient soul the fate +That Sagar's children should await.” +The Three-and-thirty,187 freed from fear, +Sought their bright homes with hopeful cheer. +Still rose the great tempestuous sound +As Sagar's children pierced the ground. +When thus the whole broad earth was cleft, +And not a spot unsearched was left, +Back to their home the princes sped, +And thus unto their father said: +“We searched the earth from side to side, +While countless hosts of creatures died. +Our conquering feet in triumph trod +On snake and demon, fiend and God; +But yet we failed, with all our toil, +To find the robber and the spoil. +What can we more? If more we can, +Devise, O King, and tell thy plan.” +His children's speech King Sagar heard, +And answered thus, to anger stirred: +“Dig on, and ne'er your labour stay +Till through earth's depths you force your way. +Then smite the robber dead, and bring +The charger back with triumphing.” +[pg 052] +The sixty thousand chiefs obeyed: +Deep through the earth their way they made. +Deep as they dug and deeper yet +The immortal elephant they met, +Famed Vírúpaksha188 vast of size, +Upon whose head the broad earth lies: +The mighty beast who earth sustains +With shaggy hills and wooded plains. +When, with the changing moon, distressed, +And longing for a moment's rest, +His mighty head the monster shakes, +Earth to the bottom reels and quakes. +Around that warder strong and vast +With reverential steps they passed. +Nor, when the honour due was paid, +Their downward search through earth delayed. +But turning from the east aside +Southward again their task they plied. +There Mahapadma held his place, +The best of all his mighty race, +Like some huge hill, of monstrous girth, +Upholding on his head the earth. +When the vast beast the princes saw, +They marvelled and were filled with awe. +The sons of high-souled Sagar round +That elephant in reverence wound. +Then in the western region they +With might unwearied cleft their way. +There saw they with astonisht eyes +Saumanas, beast of mountain size. +Round him with circling steps they went +With greetings kind and reverent. +On, on—no thought of rest or stay— +They reached the seat of Soma's sway. +There saw they Bhadra, white as snow, +With lucky marks that fortune show, +Bearing the earth upon his head. +Round him they paced with solemn tread, +And honoured him with greetings kind, +Then downward yet their way they mined. +They gained the tract 'twixt east and north +Whose fame is ever blazoned forth,189 +And by a storm of rage impelled, +Digging through earth their course they held. +Then all the princes, lofty-souled, +Of wondrous vigour, strong and bold, +Saw Vasudeva190 standing there +In Kapil's form he loved to wear, +And near the everlasting God +The victim charger cropped the sod. +They saw with joy and eager eyes +The fancied robber and the prize, +And on him rushed the furious band +Crying aloud, Stand, villain! stand! +“Avaunt! avaunt!” great Kapil cried, +His bosom flusht with passion's tide; +Then by his might that proud array +All scorcht to heaps of ashes lay.191 +Canto XLII. Sagar's Sacrifice. +Then to the prince his grandson, bright +With his own fame's unborrowed light, +King Sagar thus began to say, +Marvelling at his sons' delay: +“Thou art a warrior skilled and bold, +Match for the mighty men of old. +Now follow on thine uncles' course +And track the robber of the horse. +[pg 053] +To guard thee take thy sword and bow, +for huge and strong are beasts below. +There to the reverend reverence pay, +And kill the foes who check thy way; +Then turn successful home and see +My sacrifice complete through thee.” +Obedient to the high-souled lord +Grasped Anśuman his bow and sword, +And hurried forth the way to trace +With youth and valour's eager pace. +On sped he by the path he found +Dug by his uncles underground. +The warder elephant he saw +Whose size and strength pass Nature's law, +Who bears the world's tremendous weight, +Whom God, fiend, giant venerate, +Bird, serpent, and each flitting shade, +To him the honour meet he paid +With circling steps and greeting due, +And further prayed him, if he knew, +To tell him of his uncles' weal, +And who had dared the horse to steal. +To him in war and council tried +The warder elephant replied: +“Thou, son of Asamanj, shalt lead +In triumph back the rescued steed.” +As to each warder beast he came +And questioned all, his words the same, +The honoured youth with gentle speech +Drew eloquent reply from each, +That fortune should his steps attend, +And with the horse he home should wend. +Cheered with the grateful answer, he +Passed on with step more light and free, +And reached with careless heart the place +Where lay in ashes Sagar's race. +Then sank the spirit of the chief +Beneath that shock of sudden grief, +And with a bitter cry of woe +He mourned his kinsmen fallen so. +He saw, weighed down by woe and care, +The victim charger roaming there. +Yet would the pious chieftain fain +Oblations offer to the slain: +But, needing water for the rite, +He looked and there was none in sight +His quick eye searching all around +The uncle of his kinsmen found, +King Garuḍ, best beyond compare +Of birds who wing the fields of air. +Then thus unto the weeping man +The son of Vinata192 began: +“Grieve not, O hero, for their fall +Who died a death approved of all. +Of mighty strength, they met their fate +By Kapil's hand whom none can mate. +Pour forth for them no earthly wave, +A holier flood their spirits crave. +If, daughter of the Lord of Snow, +Ganga would turn her stream below, +Her waves that cleanse all mortal stain +Would wash their ashes pure again. +Yea, when her flood whom all revere +Rolls o'er the dust that moulders here, +The sixty thousand, freed from sin, +A home in Indra's heaven shall win. +Go, and with ceaseless labour try +To draw the Goddess from the sky. +Return, and with thee take the steed; +So shall thy grandsire's rite succeed.” +Prince Anśuman the strong and brave +Followed the rede Suparna193 gave. +The glorious hero took the horse, +And homeward quickly bent his course. +Straight to the anxious king he hied, +Whom lustral rites had purified, +The mournful story to unfold +And all the king of birds had told. +The tale of woe the monarch heard, +Nor longer was the rite deferred: +With care and just observance he +Accomplished all, as texts decree. +The rites performed, with brighter fame, +Mighty in counsel, home he came. +He longed to bring the river down, +But found no plan his wish to crown. +He pondered long with anxious thought +But saw no way to what he sought. +Thus thirty thousand years he spent, +And then to heaven the monarch went. +Canto XLIII. Bhagírath. +When Sagar thus had bowed to fate, +The lords and commons of the state +Approved with ready heart and will +Prince Anśuman his throne to fill. +He ruled, a mighty king, unblamed, +Sire of Dilípa justly famed. +To him, his child and worthy heir, +The king resigned his kingdom's care, +And on Himalaya's pleasant side +His task austere of penance plied. +Bright as a God in clear renown +He planned to bring pure Ganga down. +There on his fruitless hope intent +Twice sixteen thousand years he spent, +And in the grove of hermits stayed +Till bliss in heaven his rites repaid. +Dilípa then, the good and great, +Soon as he learnt his kinsmen's fate, +Bowed down by woe, with troubled mind, +[pg 054] +Pondering long no cure could find. +“How can I bring,” the mourner sighed, +“To cleanse their dust, the heavenly tide? +How can I give them rest, and save +Their spirits with the offered wave?” +Long with this thought his bosom skilled +In holy discipline was filled. +A son was born, Bhagírath named, +Above all men for virtue famed. +Dilípa many a rite ordained, +And thirty thousand seasons reigned. +But when no hope the king could see +His kinsmen from their woe to free, +The lord of men, by sickness tried, +Obeyed the law of fate, and died; +He left the kingdom to his son, +And gained the heaven his deeds had won. +The good Bhagírath, royal sage, +Had no fair son to cheer his age. +He, great in glory, pure in will, +Longing for sons was childless still. +Then on one wish, one thought intent, +Planning the heavenly stream's descent, +Leaving his ministers the care +And burden of his state to bear, +Dwelling in far Gokarna194 he +Engaged in long austerity. +With senses checked, with arms upraised, +Five fires195 around and o'er him blazed. +Each weary month the hermit passed +Breaking but once his awful fast. +In winter's chill the brook his bed, +In rain, the clouds to screen his head. +Thousands of years he thus endured +Till Brahma's favour was assured, +And the high Lord of living things +Looked kindly on his sufferings. +With trooping Gods the Sire came near +The king who plied his task austere: +“Blest Monarch, of a glorious race, +Thy fervent rites have won my grace. +Well hast thou wrought thine awful task: +Some boon in turn, O Hermit, ask.” +Bhagírath, rich in glory's light, +The hero with the arm of might, +Thus to the Lord of earth and sky +Raised suppliant hands and made reply: +“If the great God his favour deigns, +And my long toil its fruit obtains, +Let Sagar's sons receive from me +Libations that they long to see. +Let Ganga with her holy wave +The ashes of the heroes lave, +That so my kinsmen may ascend +To heavenly bliss that ne'er shall end. +And give, I pray, O God, a son, +Nor let my house be all undone. +Sire of the worlds! be this the grace +Bestowed upon Ikshvaku's race.” +The Sire, when thus the king had prayed, +In sweet kind words his answer made. +“High, high thy thought and wishes are, +Bhagírath of the mighty car! +Ikshvaku's line is blest in thee, +And as thou prayest it shall be. +Ganga, whose waves in Swarga196 flow, +Is daughter of the Lord of Snow. +Win Śiva that his aid be lent +To hold her in her mid descent, +For earth alone will never bear +Those torrents hurled from upper air; +And none may hold her weight but He, +The Trident wielding deity.” +Thus having said, the Lord supreme +Addressed him to the heavenly stream; +And then with Gods and Maruts197 went +To heaven above the firmament. +Canto XLIV. The Descent Of Ganga. +The Lord of life the skies regained: +The fervent king a year remained +With arms upraised, refusing rest +While with one toe the earth he pressed, +Still as a post, with sleepless eye, +The air his food, his roof the sky. +The year had past. Then Uma's lord,198 +King of creation, world adored, +Thus spoke to great Bhagírath: “I, +Well pleased thy wish will gratify, +And on my head her waves shall fling +The daughter of the Mountains' King!” +He stood upon the lofty crest +That crowns the Lord of Snow, +And bade the river of the Blest +Descend on earth below. +Himalaya's child, adored of all, +The haughty mandate heard, +And her proud bosom, at the call, +With furious wrath was stirred. +Down from her channel in the skies +With awful might she sped +With a giant's rush, in a giant's size, +On Śiva's holy head. +“He calls me,” in her wrath she cried, +“And all my flood shall sweep +And whirl him in its whelming tide +To hell's profoundest deep.” +He held the river on his head, +And kept her wandering, where, +Dense as Himalaya's woods, were spread +The tangles of his hair. +[pg 055] +No way to earth she found, ashamed, +Though long and sore she strove, +Condemned, until her pride were tamed, +Amid his locks to rove. +There, many lengthening seasons through, +The wildered river ran: +Bhagírath saw it, and anew +His penance dire began. +Then Śiva, for the hermit's sake, +Bade her long wanderings end, +And sinking into Vindu's lake +Her weary waves descend. +From Ganga, by the God set free, +Seven noble rivers came; +Hladiní, Pavaní, and she +Called Naliní by name: +These rolled their lucid waves along +And sought the eastern side. +Suchakshu, Síta fair and strong, +And Sindhu's mighty tide—199 +These to the region of the west +With joyful waters sped: +The seventh, the brightest and the best, +Flowed where Bhagírath led. +On Śiva's head descending first +A rest the torrents found: +Then down in all their might they burst +And roared along the ground. +On countless glittering scales the beam +Of rosy morning flashed, +Where fish and dolphins through the stream +Fallen and falling dashed. +Then bards who chant celestial lays +And nymphs of heavenly birth +Flocked round upon that flood to gaze +That streamed from sky to earth. +The Gods themselves from every sphere, +Incomparably bright, +Borne in their golden cars drew near +To see the wondrous sight. +The cloudless sky was all aflame +With the light of a hundred suns +Where'er the shining chariots came +That bore those holy ones. +So flashed the air with crested snakes +And fish of every hue +As when the lightning's glory breaks +Through fields of summer blue. +And white foam-clouds and silver spray +Were wildly tossed on high, +Like swans that urge their homeward way +Across the autumn sky. +Now ran the river calm and clear +With current strong and deep: +Now slowly broadened to a mere, +Or scarcely seemed to creep. +Now o'er a length of sandy plain +Her tranquil course she held; +Now rose her waves and sank again, +By refluent waves repelled. +So falling first on Śiva's head, +Thence rushing to their earthly bed, +In ceaseless fall the waters streamed, +And pure with holy lustre gleamed. +Then every spirit, sage, and bard, +Condemned to earth by sentence hard, +Pressed eagerly around the tide +That Śiva's touch had sanctified. +Then they whom heavenly doom had hurled, +Accursed, to this lower world, +Touched the pure wave, and freed from sin +Resought the skies and entered in. +And all the world was glad, whereon +The glorious water flowed and shone, +For sin and stain were banished thence +By the sweet river's influence. +First, in a car of heavenly frame, +The royal saint of deathless name, +Bhagírath, very glorious rode, +And after him fair Ganga flowed. +God, sage, and bard, the chief in place +Of spirits and the Naga race, +Nymph, giant, fiend, in long array +Sped where Bhagírath led the way; +And all the hosts the flood that swim +Followed the stream that followed him. +Where'er the great Bhagírath led, +There ever glorious Ganga fled, +The best of floods, the rivers' queen, +Whose waters wash the wicked clean. +It chanced that Jahnu, great and good, +Engaged with holy offerings stood; +The river spread her waves around +Flooding his sacrificial ground. +The saint in anger marked her pride, +And at one draught her stream he dried. +Then God, and sage, and bard, afraid, +To noble high-souled Jahnu prayed, +And begged that he would kindly deem +His own dear child that holy stream. +Moved by their suit, he soothed their fears +And loosed her waters from his ears. +Hence Ganga through the world is styled +Both Jahnavi and Jahnu's child. +Then onward still she followed fast, +And reached the great sea bank at last. +Thence deep below her way she made +To end those rites so long delayed. +The monarch reached the Ocean's side, +And still behind him Ganga hied. +He sought the depths which open lay +Where Sagar's sons had dug their way. +So leading through earth's nether caves +The river's purifying waves, +[pg 056] +Over his kinsmen's dust the lord +His funeral libation poured. +Soon as the flood their dust bedewed, +Their spirits gained beatitude, +And all in heavenly bodies dressed +Rose to the skies' eternal rest. +Then thus to King Bhagírath said +Brahma, when, coming at the head +Of all his bright celestial train, +He saw those spirits freed from stain: +“Well done! great Prince of men, well done! +Thy kinsmen bliss and heaven have won. +The sons of Sagar mighty-souled, +Are with the Blest, as Gods, enrolled, +Long as the Ocean's flood shall stand +Upon the border of the land, +So long shall Sagar's sons remain, +And, godlike, rank in heaven retain. +Ganga thine eldest child shall be, +Called from thy name Bhagirathí; +Named also—for her waters fell +From heaven and flow through earth and hell— +Tripathaga, stream of the skies, +Because three paths she glorifies. +And, mighty King, 'tis given thee now +To free thee and perform thy vow. +No longer, happy Prince, delay +Drink-offerings to thy kin to pay. +For this the holiest Sagar sighed, +But mourned the boon he sought denied. +Then Anśuman, dear Prince! although +No brighter name the world could show, +Strove long the heavenly flood to gain +To visit earth, but strove in vain. +Nor was she by the sages' peer, +Blest with all virtues, most austere, +Thy sire Dilípa, hither brought, +Though with fierce prayers the boon he sought. +But thou, O King, earned success, +And won high fame which God will bless. +Through thee, O victor of thy foes, +On earth this heavenly Ganga flows, +And thou hast gained the meed divine +That waits on virtue such as thine. +Now in her ever holy wave +Thyself, O best of heroes, lave: +So shalt thou, pure from every sin, +The blessed fruit of merit win. +Now for thy kin who died of yore +The meet libations duly pour. +Above the heavens I now ascend: +Depart, and bliss thy steps attend.” +Thus to the mighty king who broke +His foemens' might, Lord Brahma spoke, +And with his Gods around him rose +To his own heaven of blest repose. +The royal sage no more delayed, +But, the libation duly paid, +Home to his regal city hied +With water cleansed and purified. +There ruled he his ancestral state, +Best of all men, most fortunate. +And all the people joyed again +In good Bhagírath's gentle reign. +Rich, prosperous, and blest were they, +And grief and sickness fled away. +Thus, Rama, I at length have told +How Ganga came from heaven of old. +Now, for the evening passes swift, +I wish thee each auspicious gift. +This story of the flood's descent +Will give—for 'tis most excellent— +Wealth, purity, fame, length of days, +And to the skies its hearers raise” +Canto XLV. The Quest Of The Amrit. +High and more high their wonder rose +As the strange story reached its close, +And thus, with Lakshman, Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, the saint addressed: +“Most wondrous is the tale which thou +Hast told of heavenly Ganga, how +From realms above descending she +Flowed through the land and filled the sea. +In thinking o'er what thou hast said +The night has like a moment fled, +Whose hours in musing have been spent +Upon thy words most excellent: +So much, O holy Sage, thy lore +Has charmed us with this tale of yore.” +Day dawned. The morning rites were done +And the victorious Raghu's son +Addressed the sage in words like these, +Rich in his long austerities: +“The night is past: the morn is clear; +Told is the tale so good to hear: +Now o'er that river let us go, +Three-pathed, the best of all that flow. +This boat stands ready on the shore +To bear the holy hermits o'er, +Who of thy coming warned, in haste, +The barge upon the bank have placed.” +And Kuśik's son approved his speech, +And moving to the sandy beach, +Placed in the boat the hermit band, +And reached the river's further strand. +On the north bank their feet they set, +And greeted all the saints they met. +On Ganga's shore they lighted down, +And saw Viśala's lovely town. +Thither, the princes by his side, +The best of holy hermits hied. +It was a town exceeding fair +[pg 057] +That might with heaven itself compare. +Then, suppliant palm to palm applied, +Famed Rama asked his holy guide: +“O best of hermits, say what race +Of monarchs rules this lovely place. +Dear master, let my prayer prevail, +For much I long to hear the tale.” +Moved by his words, the saintly man +Viśala's ancient tale began: +“List, Rama, list, with closest heed +The tale of Indra's wondrous deed, +And mark me as I truly tell +What here in ancient days befell. +Ere Krita's famous Age200 had fled, +Strong were the sons of Diti201 bred; +And Aditi's brave children too +Were very mighty, good, and true. +The rival brothers fierce and bold +Were sons of Kaśyap lofty-souled. +Of sister mothers born, they vied, +Brood against brood, in jealous pride. +Once, as they say, band met with band, +And, joined in awful council, planned +To live, unharmed by age and time, +Immortal in their youthful prime. +Then this was, after due debate, +The counsel of the wise and great, +To churn with might the milky sea202 +The life-bestowing drink to free. +This planned, they seized the Serpent King, +Vasuki, for their churning-string, +And Mandar's mountain for their pole, +And churned with all their heart and soul. +As thus, a thousand seasons through, +This way and that the snake they drew, +Biting the rocks, each tortured head, +A very deadly venom shed. +Thence, bursting like a mighty flame, +A pestilential poison came, +Consuming, as it onward ran, +The home of God, and fiend, and man. +Then all the suppliant Gods in fear +To Śankar,203 mighty lord, drew near. +To Rudra, King of Herds, dismayed, +“Save us, O save us, Lord!” they prayed. +Then Vishnu, bearing shell, and mace, +And discus, showed his radiant face, +And thus addressed in smiling glee +The Trident wielding deity: +“What treasure first the Gods upturn +From troubled Ocean, as they churn, +Should—for thou art the eldest—be +Conferred, O best of Gods, on thee. +Then come, and for thy birthright's sake, +This venom as thy first fruits take.” +He spoke, and vanished from their sight, +When Śiva saw their wild affright, +And heard his speech by whom is borne +The mighty bow of bending horn,204 +The poisoned flood at once he quaffed +As 'twere the Amrit's heavenly draught. +Then from the Gods departing went +Śiva, the Lord pre-eminent. +The host of Gods and Asurs still +Kept churning with one heart and will. +But Mandar's mountain, whirling round, +Pierced to the depths below the ground. +Then Gods and bards in terror flew +To him who mighty Madhu slew. +“Help of all beings! more than all, +The Gods on thee for aid may call. +Ward off, O mighty-armed! our fate, +And bear up Mandar's threatening weight.” +Then Vishnu, as their need was sore, +The semblance of a tortoise wore, +And in the bed of Ocean lay +The mountain on his back to stay. +Then he, the soul pervading all, +Whose locks in radiant tresses fall, +One mighty arm extended still, +And grasped the summit of the hill. +So ranged among the Immortals, he +Joined in the churning of the sea. +A thousand years had reached their close, +When calmly from the ocean rose +The gentle sage205 with staff and can, +Lord of the art of healing man. +Then as the waters foamed and boiled, +As churning still the Immortals toiled, +Of winning face and lovely frame, +Forth sixty million fair ones came. +Born of the foam and water, these +Were aptly named Apsarases.206 +[pg 058] +Each had her maids. The tongue would fail— +So vast the throng—to count the tale. +But when no God or Titan wooed +A wife from all that multitude, +Refused by all, they gave their love +In common to the Gods above. +Then from the sea still vext and wild +Rose Sura,207 Varun's maiden child. +A fitting match she sought to find: +But Diti's sons her love declined, +Their kinsmen of the rival brood +To the pure maid in honour sued. +Hence those who loved that nymph so fair +The hallowed name of Suras bear. +And Asurs are the Titan crowd +Her gentle claims who disallowed. +Then from the foamy sea was freed +Uchchaihśravas,208 the generous steed, +And Kaustubha, of gems the gem,209 +And Soma, Moon God, after them. +At length when many a year had fled, +Up floated, on her lotus bed, +A maiden fair and tender-eyed, +In the young flush of beauty's pride. +She shone with pearl and golden sheen, +And seals of glory stamped her queen, +On each round arm glowed many a gem, +On her smooth brows, a diadem. +Rolling in waves beneath her crown +The glory of her hair flowed down, +Pearls on her neck of price untold, +The lady shone like burnisht gold. +Queen of the Gods, she leapt to land, +A lotus in her perfect hand, +And fondly, of the lotus-sprung, +To lotus-bearing Vishnu clung. +Her Gods above and men below +As Beauty's Queen and Fortune know.210 +Gods, Titans, and the minstrel train +Still churned and wrought the troubled main. +At length the prize so madly sought, +The Amrit, to their sight was brought. +For the rich spoil, 'twixt these and those +A fratricidal war arose, +And, host 'gainst host in battle, set, +Aditi's sons and Diti's met. +United, with the giants' aid, +Their fierce attack the Titans made, +And wildly raged for many a day +That universe-astounding fray. +When wearied arms were faint to strike, +And ruin threatened all alike, +Vishnu, with art's illusive aid, +The Amrit from their sight conveyed. +That Best of Beings smote his foes +Who dared his deathless arm oppose: +Yea, Vishnu, all-pervading God, +Beneath his feet the Titans trod +Aditi's race, the sons of light, +slew Diti's brood in cruel fight. +Then town-destroying211 Indra gained +His empire, and in glory reigned +O'er the three worlds with bard and sage +Rejoicing in his heritage. +Canto XLVI. Diti's Hope. +But Diti, when her sons were slain, +Wild with a childless mother's pain, +To Kaśyap spake, Marícha's son, +Her husband: “O thou glorious one! +[pg 059] +Dead are the children, mine no more, +The mighty sons to thee I bore. +Long fervour's meed, I crave a boy +Whose arm may Indra's life destroy. +The toil and pain my care shall be: +To bless my hope depends on thee. +Give me a mighty son to slay +Fierce Indra, gracious lord! I pray.” +Then glorious Kaśyap thus replied +To Diti, as she wept and sighed: +“Thy prayer is heard, dear saint! Remain +Pure from all spot, and thou shalt gain +A son whose arm shall take the life +Of Indra in the battle strife. +For full a thousand years endure +Free from all stain, supremely pure; +Then shall thy son and mine appear, +Whom the three worlds shall serve with fear.” +These words the glorious Kaśyap said, +Then gently stroked his consort's head, +Blessed her, and bade a kind adieu, +And turned him to his rites anew. +Soon as her lord had left her side, +Her bosom swelled with joy and pride. +She sought the shade of holy boughs, +And there began her awful vows. +While yet she wrought her rites austere, +Indra, unbidden, hastened near, +With sweet observance tending her, +A reverential minister. +Wood, water, fire, and grass he brought, +Sweet roots and woodland fruit he sought, +And all her wants, the Thousand-eyed, +With never-failing care, supplied, +With tender love and soft caress +Removing pain and weariness. +When, of the thousand years ordained, +Ten only unfulfilled remained, +Thus to her son, the Thousand-eyed, +The Goddess in her triumph cried: +“Best of the mighty! there remain +But ten short years of toil and pain; +These years of penance soon will flee, +And a new brother thou shalt see. +Him for thy sake I'll nobly breed, +And lust of war his soul shall feed; +Then free from care and sorrow thou +Shalt see the worlds before him bow.”212 +Canto XLVII. Sumati. +Thus to Lord Indra, Thousand-eyed, +Softly beseeching Diti sighed. +When but a blighted bud was left, +Which Indra's hand in seven had cleft:213 +“No fault, O Lord of Gods, is thine; +The blame herein is only mine. +But for one grace I fain would pray, +As thou hast reft this hope away. +This bud, O Indra, which a blight +Has withered ere it saw the light— +From this may seven fair spirits rise +To rule the regions of the skies. +Be theirs through heaven's unbounded space +On shoulders of the winds to race, +My children, drest in heavenly forms, +Far-famed as Maruts, Gods of storms. +One God to Brahma's sphere assign, +Let one, O Indra, watch o'er thine; +And ranging through the lower air, +The third the name of Vayu214 bear. +Gods let the four remaining be, +And roam through space, obeying thee.” +The Town-destroyer, Thousand-eyed, +Who smote fierce Bali till he died, +Joined suppliant hands, and thus replied: +“Thy children heavenly forms shall wear; +The names devised by thee shall bear, +And, Maruts called by my decree, +Shall Amrit drink and wait on me. +From fear and age and sickness freed, +Through the three worlds their wings shall speed.” +Thus in the hermits' holy shade +Mother and son their compact made, +And then, as fame relates, content, +Home to the happy skies they went. +This is the spot—so men have told— +Where Lord Mahendra215 dwelt of old, +This is the blessed region where +His votaress mother claimed his care. +Here gentle Alambúsha bare +To old Ikshvaku, king and sage, +Viśala, glory of his age, +By whom, a monarch void of guilt, +Was this fair town Viśala built. +[pg 060] +His son was Hemachandra, still +Renowned for might and warlike skill. +From him the great Suchandra came; +His son, Dhúmraśva, dear to fame. +Next followed royal Srinjay; then +Famed Sahadeva, lord of men. +Next came Kuśaśva, good and mild, +Whose son was Somadatta styled, +And Sumati, his heir, the peer +Of Gods above, now governs here. +And ever through Ikshvaku's grace, +Viśala's kings, his noble race, +Are lofty-souled, and blest with length +Of days, with virtue, and with strength. +This night, O prince, we here will sleep; +And when the day begins to peep, +Our onward way will take with thee, +The king of Míthila to see.” +Then Sumati, the king, aware +Of Viśvamitra's advent there, +Came quickly forth with honour meet +The lofty-minded sage to greet. +Girt with his priest and lords the king +Did low obeisance, worshipping, +With suppliant hands, with head inclined, +Thus spoke he after question kind; +“Since thou hast deigned to bless my sight, +And grace awhile thy servant's seat, +High fate is mine, great Anchorite, +And none may with my bliss compete.” +Canto XLVIII. Indra And Ahalya +When mutual courtesies had past, +Viśala's ruler spoke at last: +“These princely youths, O Sage, who vie +In might with children of the sky, +Heroic, born for happy fate, +With elephants' or lions' gait, +Bold as the tiger or the bull, +With lotus eyes so large and full, +Armed with the quiver, sword, and bow, +Whose figures like the Aśvins216 show, +Like children of the deathless Powers, +Come freely to these shades of ours,217— +How have they reached on foot this place? +What do they seek, and what their race? +As sun and moon adorn the sky, +This spot the heroes glorify. +Alike in stature, port, and mien, +The same fair form in each is seen,” +He spoke; and at the monarch's call +The best of hermits told him all, +How in the grove with him they dwelt, +And slaughter to the demons dealt. +Then wonder filled the monarch's breast, +Who tended well each royal guest. +Thus entertained, the princely pair +Remained that night and rested there, +And with the morn's returning ray +To Mithila pursued their way. +When Janak's lovely city first +Upon their sight, yet distant, burst, +The hermits all with joyful cries +Hailed the fair town that met their eyes. +Then Rama saw a holy wood, +Close, in the city's neighbourhood, +O'ergrown, deserted, marked by age, +And thus addressed the mighty sage: +“O reverend lord. I long to know +What hermit dwelt here long ago.” +Then to the prince his holy guide, +Most eloquent of men, replied: +“O Rama, listen while I tell +Whose was this grove, and what befell +When in the fury of his rage +The high saint cursed the hermitage. +This was the grove—most lovely then— +Of Gautam, O thou best of men, +Like heaven itself, most honoured by +The Gods who dwell above the sky. +Here with Ahalya at his side +His fervid task the ascetic plied. +Years fled in thousands. On a day +It chanced the saint had gone away, +When Town-destroying Indra came, +And saw the beauty of the dame. +The sage's form the God endued, +And thus the fair Ahalya wooed: +“Love, sweet! should brook no dull delay +But snatch the moments when he may.” +She knew him in the saint's disguise, +Lord Indra of the Thousand Eyes, +But touched by love's unholy fire, +She yielded to the God's desire. +“Now, Lord of Gods!” she whispered, “flee, +From Gautam save thyself and me.” +Trembling with doubt and wild with dread +Lord Indra from the cottage fled; +But fleeing in the grove he met +The home-returning anchoret, +Whose wrath the Gods and fiends would shun, +Such power his fervent rites had won. +Fresh from the lustral flood he came, +In splendour like the burning flame, +With fuel for his sacred rites, +And grass, the best of eremites. +The Lord of Gods was sad of cheer +To see the mighty saint so near, +And when the holy hermit spied +In hermit's garb the Thousand-eyed, +[pg 061] +He knew the whole, his fury broke +Forth on the sinner as he spoke: +“Because my form thou hast assumed, +And wrought this folly, thou art doomed, +For this my curse to thee shall cling, +Henceforth a sad and sexless thing.” +No empty threat that sentence came, +It chilled his soul and marred his frame, +His might and godlike vigour fled, +And every nerve was cold and dead. +Then on his wife his fury burst, +And thus the guilty dame he cursed: +“For countless years, disloyal spouse, +Devoted to severest vows, +Thy bed the ashes, air thy food, +Here shalt thou live in solitude. +This lonely grove thy home shall be, +And not an eye thy form shall see. +When Rama, Daśaratha's child, +Shall seek these shades then drear and wild, +His coming shall remove thy stain, +And make the sinner pure again. +Due honour paid to him, thy guest, +Shall cleanse thy fond and erring breast, +Thee to my side in bliss restore, +And give thy proper shape once more.”218 +Thus to his guilty wife he said, +Then far the holy Gautam fled, +And on Himalaya's lovely heights +Spent the long years in sternest rites.” +Canto XLIX. Ahalya Freed. +Then Rama, following still his guide, +Within the grove, with Lakshman, hied, +Her vows a wondrous light had lent +To that illustrious penitent. +He saw the glorious lady, screened +From eye of man, and God, and fiend, +Like some bright portent which the care +Of Brahma launches through the air, +Designed by his illusive art +To flash a moment and depart: +Or like the flame that leaps on high +To sink involved in smoke and die: +Or like the full moon shining through +The wintry mist, then lost to view: +Or like the sun's reflection, cast +Upon the flood, too bright to last: +So was the glorious dame till then +Removed from Gods' and mortals' ken, +Till—such was Gautam's high decree— +Prince Rama came to set her free. +Then, with great joy that dame to meet, +The sons of Raghu clapped her feet; +And she, remembering Gautam's oath, +With gentle grace received them both; +Then water for their feet she gave, +Guest-gift, and all that strangers crave. +The prince, of courteous rule aware, +Received, as meet, the lady's care. +Then flowers came down in copious rain, +And moving to the heavenly strain +Of music in the skies that rang, +The nymphs and minstrels danced and sang: +And all the Gods with one glad voice +Praised the great dame, and cried, “Rejoice! +Through fervid rites no more defiled, +But with thy husband reconciled.” +Gautam, the holy hermit knew— +For naught escaped his godlike view— +That Rama lodged beneath that shade, +And hasting there his homage paid. +He took Ahalya to his side, +From sin and folly purified, +And let his new-found consort bear +In his austerities a share. +Then Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Welcomed by Gautam, face to face, +Who every highest honour showed, +To Mithila pursued his road. +Canto L. Janak. +The sons of Raghu journeyed forth, +Bending their steps 'twixt east and north. +Soon, guided by the sage, they found, +Enclosed, a sacrificial ground. +Then to the best of saints, his guide, +In admiration Rama cried: +“The high-souled king no toil has spared, +But nobly for his rite prepared, +How many thousand Brahmans here, +From every region, far and near, +Well read in holy lore, appear! +How many tents, that sages screen, +With wains in hundreds, here are seen! +Great Brahman, let us find a place +Where we may stay and rest a space.” +The hermit did as Rama prayed, +And in a spot his lodging made, +[pg 062] +Far from the crowd, sequestered, clear, +With copious water flowing near. +Then Janak, best of kings, aware +Of Viśvamitra lodging there, +With Śatananda for his guide— +The priest on whom he most relied, +His chaplain void of guile and stain— +And others of his priestly train, +Bearing the gift that greets the guest, +To meet him with all honour pressed. +The saint received with gladsome mind +Each honour and observance kind: +Then of his health he asked the king, +And how his rites were prospering, +Janak, with chaplain and with priest, +Addressed the hermits, chief and least, +Accosting all, in due degree, +With proper words of courtesy. +Then, with his palms together laid, +The king his supplication made: +“Deign, reverend lord, to sit thee down +With these good saints of high renown.” +Then sate the chief of hermits there, +Obedient to the monarch's prayer. +Chaplain and priest, and king and peer, +Sate in their order, far or near. +Then thus the king began to say: +“The Gods have blest my rite to-day, +And with the sight of thee repaid +The preparations I have made. +Grateful am I, so highly blest, +That thou, of saints the holiest, +Hast come, O Brahman, here with all +These hermits to the festival. +Twelve days, O Brahman Sage, remain— +For so the learned priests ordain— +And then, O heir of Kuśik's name, +The Gods will come their dues to claim.” +With looks that testified delight +Thus spake he to the anchorite, +Then with his suppliant hands upraised, +He asked, as earnestly he gazed: +“These princely youths, O Sage, who vie +In might with children of the sky, +Heroic, born for happy fate, +With elephants' or lions' gait, +Bold as the tiger and the bull, +With lotus eyes so large and full, +Armed with the quiver, sword and bow, +Whose figures like the Aśvins show, +Like children of the heavenly Powers, +Come freely to these shades of ours,— +How have they reached on foot this place? +What do they seek, and what their race? +As sun and moon adorn the sky, +This spot the heroes glorify: +Alike in stature, port, and mien, +The same fair form in each is seen.”219 +Thus spoke the monarch, lofty-souled, +The saint, of heart unfathomed, told +How, sons of Daśaratha, they +Accompanied his homeward way, +How in the hermitage they dwelt, +And slaughter to the demons dealt: +Their journey till the spot they neared +Whence fair Viśala's towers appeared: +Ahalya seen and freed from taint; +Their meeting with her lord the saint; +And how they thither came, to know +The virtue of the famous bow. +Thus Viśvamitra spoke the whole +To royal Janak, great of soul, +And when this wondrous tale was o'er, +The glorious hermit said no more. +Canto LI. Visvamitra. +Wise Viśvamitra's tale was done: +Then sainted Gautam's eldest son, +Great Śatananda, far-renowned, +Whom long austerities had crowned +With glory—as the news he heard +The down upon his body stirred,— +Filled full of wonder at the sight +Of Rama, felt supreme delight. +When Śatananda saw the pair +Of youthful princes seated there, +He turned him to the holy man +Who sate at ease, and thus began: +“And didst thou, mighty Sage, in truth +Show clearly to this royal youth +My mother, glorious far and wide, +Whom penance-rites have sanctified? +And did my glorious mother—she, +Heiress of noble destiny— +Serve her great guest with woodland store, +Whom all should honour evermore? +Didst thou the tale to Rama tell +Of what in ancient days befell, +The sin, the misery, and the shame +Of guilty God and faithless dame? +And, O thou best of hermits, say, +Did Rama's healing presence stay +Her trial? was the wife restored +Again to him, my sire and lord? +Say, Hermit, did that sire of mine +Receive her with a soul benign, +When long austerities in time +Had cleansed her from the taint of crime? +[pg 063] +And, son of Kuśik, let me know, +Did my great-minded father show +Honour to Rama, and regard, +Before he journeyed hitherward?” +The hermit with attentive ear +Marked all the questions of the seer: +To him for eloquence far-famed, +His eloquent reply he framed: +“Yea, 'twas my care no task to shun, +And all I had to do was done; +As Renuka and Bhrigu's child, +The saint and dame were reconciled.” +When the great sage had thus replied, +To Rama Śatananda cried: +“A welcome visit, Prince, is thine, +Thou scion of King Raghu's line. +With him to guide thy way aright, +This sage invincible in might, +This Brahman sage, most glorious-bright, +By long austerities has wrought +A wondrous deed, exceeding thought: +Thou knowest well, O strong of arm, +This sure defence from scathe and harm. +None, Rama, none is living now +In all the earth more blest than thou, +That thou hast won a saint so tried +In fervid rites thy life to guide. +Now listen, Prince, while I relate +His lofty deeds and wondrous fate. +He was a monarch pious-souled. +His foemen in the dust he rolled; +Most learned, prompt at duty's claim, +His people's good his joy and aim. +Of old the Lord of Life gave birth +To mighty Kuśa, king of earth. +His son was Kuśanabha, strong, +Friend of the right, the foe of wrong. +Gadhi, whose fame no time shall dim, +Heir of his throne was born to him, +And Viśvamitra, Gadhi's heir, +Governed the land with kingly care. +While years unnumbered rolled away +The monarch reigned with equal sway. +At length, assembling many a band, +He led his warriors round the land— +Complete in tale, a mighty force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse. +Through cities, groves, and floods he passed, +O'er lofty hills, through regions vast. +He reached Vaśishṭha's pure abode, +Where trees, and flowers, and creepers glowed, +Where troops of sylvan creatures fed; +Which saints and angels visited. +Gods, fauns, and bards of heavenly race, +And spirits, glorified the place; +The deer their timid ways forgot, +And holy Brahmans thronged the spot. +Bright in their souls, like fire, were these, +Made pure by long austerities, +Bound by the rule of vows severe, +And each in glory Brahma's peer. +Some fed on water, some on air, +Some on the leaves that withered there. +Roots and wild fruit were others' food; +All rage was checked, each sense subdued, +There Balakhilyas220 went and came, +Now breathed the prayer, now fed the flame: +These, and ascetic bands beside, +The sweet retirement beautified. +Such was Vaśishṭha's blest retreat, +Like Brahma's own celestial seat, +Which gladdened Viśvamitra's eyes, +Peerless for warlike enterprise. +Canto LII. Vasishtha's Feast. +Right glad was Viśvamitra when +He saw the prince of saintly men. +Low at his feet the hero bent, +And did obeisance, reverent. +The king was welcomed in, and shown +A seat beside the hermit's own, +Who offered him, when resting there, +Fruit in due course, and woodland fare. +And Viśvamitra, noblest king, +Received Vaśishṭha's welcoming, +Turned to his host, and prayed him tell +That he and all with him were well. +Vaśishṭha to the king replied +That all was well on every side, +That fire, and vows, and pupils throve, +And all the trees within the grove. +And then the son of Brahma, best +Of all who pray with voice suppressed, +Questioned with pleasant words like these +The mighty king who sate at ease: +“And is it well with thee? I pray; +And dost thou win by virtuous sway +Thy people's love, discharging all +The duties on a king that fall? +Are all thy servants fostered well? +Do all obey, and none rebel? +Hast thou, destroyer of the foe, +No enemies to overthrow? +Does fortune, conqueror! still attend +Thy treasure, host, and every friend? +Is it all well? Does happy fate +On sons and children's children wait?” +He spoke. The modest king replied +That all was prosperous far and wide. +[pg 064] +Thus for awhile the two conversed, +As each to each his tale rehearsed, +And as the happy moments flew, +Their joy and friendship stronger grew. +When such discourse had reached an end, +Thus spoke the saint most reverend +To royal Viśvamitra, while +His features brightened with a smile: +“O mighty lord of men. I fain +Would banquet thee and all thy train +In mode that suits thy station high: +And do not thou my prayer deny. +Let my good lord with favour take +The offering that I fain would make, +And let me honour, ere we part, +My royal guest with loving heart.” +Him Viśvamitra thus addressed: +“Why make, O Saint, this new request? +Thy welcome and each gracious word +Sufficient honour have conferred. +Thou gavest roots and fruit to eat, +The treasures of this pure retreat, +And water for my mouth and feet; +And—boon I prize above the rest— +Thy presence has mine eyesight blest. +Honoured by thee in every way, +To whom all honour all should pay, +I now will go. My lord, Good-bye! +Regard me with a friendly eye.” +Him speaking thus Vaśishṭha stayed, +And still to share his banquet prayed. +The will of Gadhi's son he bent, +And won the monarch to consent, +Who spoke in answer. “Let it be, +Great Hermit, as it pleases thee.” +When, best of those who breathe the prayer, +He heard the king his will declare, +He called the cow of spotted skin, +All spot without, all pure within. +“Come, Dapple-skin,” he cried, “with speed; +Hear thou my words and help at need. +My heart is set to entertain +This monarch and his mighty train +With sumptuous meal and worthy fare; +Be thine the banquet to prepare. +Each dainty cate, each goodly dish, +Of six-fold taste221 as each may wish— +All these, O cow of heavenly power, +Rain down for me in copious shower: +Viands and drink for tooth and lip, +To eat, to suck, to quaff, to sip— +Of these sufficient, and to spare, +O plenty-giving cow, prepare.” +Canto LIII. Visvamitra's Request. +Thus charged, O slayer of thy foes, +The cow from whom all plenty flows, +Obedient to her saintly lord, +Viands to suit each taste, outpoured. +Honey she gave, and roasted grain, +Mead sweet with flowers, and sugar-cane. +Each beverage of flavour rare, +An food of every sort, were there: +Hills of hot rice, and sweetened cakes, +And curdled milk and soup in lakes. +Vast beakers foaming to the brim +With sugared drink prepared for him, +And dainty sweetmeats, deftly made, +Before the hermit's guests were laid. +So well regaled, so nobly fed, +The mighty army banqueted, +And all the train, from chief to least, +Delighted in Vaśishṭha's feast. +Then Viśvamitra, royal sage, +Surrounded by his vassalage, +Prince, peer, and counsellor, and all +From highest lord to lowest thrall, +Thus feasted, to Vaśishṭha cried +With joy, supremely gratified: +“Rich honour I, thus entertained, +Most honourable lord, have gained: +Now hear, before I journey hence, +My words, O skilled in eloquence. +Bought for a hundred thousand kine, +Let Dapple-skin, O Saint, be mine. +A wondrous jewel is thy cow, +And gems are for the monarch's brow.222 +To me her rightful lord resign +This Dapple-skin thou callest thine.” +The great Vaśishṭha, thus addressed, +Arch-hermit of the holy breast, +To Viśvamitra answer made, +The king whom all the land obeyed: +“Not for a hundred thousand,—nay, +Not if ten million thou wouldst pay, +With silver heaps the price to swell,— +Will I my cow, O Monarch, sell. +Unmeet for her is such a fate. +That I my friend should alienate. +As glory with the virtuous, she +For ever makes her home with me. +On her mine offerings which ascend +To Gods and spirits all depend: +My very life is due to her, +My guardian, friend, and minister. +[pg 065] +The feeding of the sacred flame,223 +The dole which living creatures claim.224 +The mighty sacrifice by fire, +Each formula the rites require,225 +And various saving lore beside, +Are by her aid, in sooth, supplied. +The banquet which thy host has shared, +Believe it, was by her prepared, +In her mine only treasures lie, +She cheers mine heart and charms mine eye. +And reasons more could I assign +Why Dapple-skin can ne'er be thine.” +The royal sage, his suit denied, +With eloquence more earnest cried: +“Tusked elephants, a goodly train, +Each with a golden girth and chain, +Whose goads with gold well fashioned shine— +Of these be twice seven thousand thine. +And four-horse cars with gold made bright, +With steeds most beautifully white, +Whose bells make music as they go, +Eight hundred, Saint, will I bestow. +Eleven thousand mettled steeds +From famous lands, of noble breeds— +These will I gladly give, O thou +Devoted to each holy vow. +Ten million heifers, fair to view, +Whose sides are marked with every hue— +These in exchange will I assign; +But let thy Dapple-skin be mine. +Ask what thou wilt, and piles untold +Of priceless gems and gleaming gold, +O best of Brahmans, shall be thine; +But let thy Dapple-skin be mine.” +The great Vaśishṭha, thus addressed, +Made answer to the king's request: +“Ne'er will I give my cow away, +My gem, my wealth, my life and stay. +My worship at the moon's first show, +And at the full, to her I owe; +And sacrifices small and great, +Which largess due and gifts await. +From her alone, their root, O King, +My rites and holy service spring. +What boots it further words to say? +I will not give my cow away +Who yields me what I ask each day.” +Canto LIV. The Battle. +As Saint Vaśishṭha answered so, +Nor let the cow of plenty go, +The monarch, as a last resource, +Began to drag her off by force. +While the king's servants tore away +Their moaning, miserable prey, +Sad, sick at heart, and sore distressed, +She pondered thus within her breast: +“Why am I thus forsaken? why +Betrayed by him of soul most high. +Vaśishṭha, ravished by the hands +Of soldiers of the monarch's bands? +Ah me! what evil have I done +Against the lofty-minded one, +That he, so pious, can expose +The innocent whose love he knows?” +In her sad breast as thus she thought, +And heaved deep sighs with anguish fraught, +With wondrous speed away she fled, +And back to Saint Vaśishṭha sped. +She hurled by hundreds to the ground +The menial crew that hemmed her round, +And flying swifter than the blast +Before the saint herself she cast. +There Dapple-skin before the saint +Stood moaning forth her sad complaint, +And wept and lowed: such tones as come +From wandering cloud or distant drum. +“O son of Brahma,” thus cried she, +“Why hast thou thus forsaken me, +That the king's men, before thy face, +Bear off thy servant from her place?” +Then thus the Brahman saint replied +To her whose heart with woe was tried, +And grieving for his favourite's sake, +As to a suffering sister spake: +“I leave thee not: dismiss the thought; +Nor, duteous, hast thou failed in aught. +This king, o'erweening in the pride +Of power, has reft thee from my side. +Little, I ween, my strength could do +'Gainst him, a mighty warrior too. +Strong, as a soldier born and bred,— +Great, as a king whom regions dread. +See! what a host the conqueror leads, +With elephants, and cars, and steeds. +O'er countless bands his pennons fly; +So is he mightier far than I.” +[pg 066] +He spoke. Then she, in lowly mood, +To that high saint her speech renewed: +“So judge not they who wisest are: +The Brahman's might is mightier far. +For Brahmans strength from Heaven derive, +And warriors bow when Brahmans strive. +A boundless power 'tis thine to wield: +To such a king thou shouldst not yield, +Who, very mighty though he be,— +So fierce thy strength,—must bow to thee. +Command me, Saint. Thy power divine +Has brought me here and made me thine; +And I, howe'er the tyrant boast, +Will tame his pride and slay his host.” +Then cried the glorious sage: “Create +A mighty force the foe to mate.” +She lowed, and quickened into life, +Pahlavas,226 burning for the strife, +King Viśvamitra's army slew +Before the very leader's view. +The monarch in excessive ire, +His eyes with fury darting fire, +Rained every missile on the foe +Till all the Pahlavas were low. +She, seeing all her champions slain, +Lying by thousands on the plain. +Created, by her mere desire, +Yavans and Śakas, fierce and dire. +And all the ground was overspread +With Yavans and with Śakas dread: +A host of warriors bright and strong, +And numberless in closest throng: +The threads within the lotus stem, +So densely packed, might equal them. +In gold-hued mail 'against war's attacks, +Each bore a sword and battle-axe, +The royal host, where'er these came, +Fell as if burnt with ravening flame. +The monarch, famous through the world +Again his fearful weapons hurled, +That made Kambojas,227 Barbars,228 all, +With Yavans, troubled, flee and fall. +Canto LV. The Hermitage Burnt. +So o'er the field that host lay strown, +By Viśvamitra's darts o'erthrown. +Then thus Vaśishṭha charged the cow: +“Create with all thy vigour now.” +Forth sprang Kambojas, as she lowed; +Bright as the sun their faces glowed, +Forth from her udder Barbars poured,— +Soldiers who brandished spear and sword,— +And Yavans with their shafts and darts, +And Śakas from her hinder parts. +And every pore upon her fell, +And every hair-producing cell, +With Mlechchhas229 and Kiratas230 teemed, +And forth with them Harítas streamed. +And Viśvamitra's mighty force, +Car, elephant, and foot, and horse, +Fell in a moment's time, subdued +By that tremendous multitude. +The monarch's hundred sons, whose eyes +Beheld the rout in wild surprise, +Armed with all weapons, mad with rage, +Rushed fiercely on the holy sage. +One cry he raised, one glance he shot, +And all fell scorched upon the spot: +Burnt by the sage to ashes, they +With horse, and foot, and chariot, lay. +The monarch mourned, with shame and pain, +His army lost, his children slain, +Like Ocean when his roar is hushed, +Or some great snake whose fangs are crushed: +[pg 067] +Or as in swift eclipse the Sun +Dark with the doom he cannot shun: +Or a poor bird with mangled wing— +So, reft of sons and host, the king +No longer, by ambition fired, +The pride of war his breast inspired. +He gave his empire to his son— +Of all he had, the only one: +And bade him rule as kings are taught +Then straight a hermit-grove he sought. +Far to Himalaya's side he fled, +Which bards and Nagas visited, +And, Mahadeva's231 grace to earn, +He gave his life to penance stern. +A lengthened season thus passed by, +When Śiva's self, the Lord most High, +Whose banner shows the pictured bull,232 +Appeared, the God most bountiful: +“Why fervent thus in toil and pain? +What brings thee here? what boon to gain? +Thy heart's desire, O Monarch, speak: +I grant the boons which mortals seek.” +The king, his adoration paid, +To Mahadeva answer made: +“If thou hast deemed me fit to win +Thy favour, O thou void of sin, +On me, O mighty God, bestow +The wondrous science of the bow, +All mine, complete in every part, +With secret spell and mystic art. +To me be all the arms revealed +That Gods, and saints, and Titans wield, +And every dart that arms the hands +Of spirits, fiends and minstrel bands, +Be mine, O Lord supreme in place, +This token of thy boundless grace.” +The Lord of Gods then gave consent, +And to his heavenly mansion went. +Triumphant in the arms he held, +The monarch's breast with glory swelled. +So swells the ocean, when upon +His breast the full moon's beams have shone. +Already in his mind he viewed +Vaśishṭha at his feet subdued. +He sought that hermit's grove, and there +Launched his dire weapons through the air, +Till scorched by might that none could stay +The hermitage in ashes lay. +Where'er the inmates saw, aghast, +The dart that Viśvamitra cast, +To every side they turned and fled +In hundreds forth disquieted. +Vaśishṭha's pupils caught the fear, +And every bird and every deer, +And fled in wild confusion forth +Eastward and westward, south and north, +And so Vaśishṭha's holy shade +A solitary wild was made, +Silent awhile, for not a sound +Disturbed the hush that was around. +Vaśishṭha then, with eager cry, +Called, “Fear not, friends, nor seek to fly. +This son of Gadhi dies to-day, +Like hoar-frost in the morning's ray.” +Thus having said, the glorious sage +Spoke to the king in words of rage: +“Because thou hast destroyed this grove +Which long in holy quiet throve, +By folly urged to senseless crime, +Now shalt thou die before thy time.” +Canto LVI. Visvamitra's Vow. +But Viśvamitra, at the threat +Of that illustrious anchoret, +Cried, as he launched with ready hand +A fiery weapon, “Stand, O Stand!” +Vaśishṭha, wild with rage and hate, +Raising, as 'twere the Rod of Fate, +His mighty Brahman wand on high, +To Viśvamitra made reply: +“Nay, stand, O Warrior thou, and show +What soldier can, 'gainst Brahman foe. +O Gadhi's son, thy days are told; +Thy pride is tamed, thy dart is cold. +How shall a warrior's puissance dare +With Brahman's awful strength compare? +To-day, base Warrior, shall thou feel +That God-sent might is more than steel.” +He raised his Brahman staff, nor missed +The fiery dart that near him hissed: +And quenched the fearful weapon fell, +As flame beneath the billow's swell. +Then Gadhi's son in fury threw +Lord Varun's arm and Rudra's too: +Indra's fierce bolt that all destroys; +That which the Lord of Herds employs: +The Human, that which minstrels keep, +The deadly Lure, the endless Sleep: +The Yawner, and the dart which charms; +Lament and Torture, fearful arms: +The Terrible, the dart which dries, +The Thunderbolt which quenchless flies, +And Fate's dread net, and Brahma's noose, +And that which waits for Varun's use: +The dart he loves who wields the bow +Pinaka, and twin bolts that glow +With fury as they flash and fly, +The quenchless Liquid and the Dry: +The dart of Vengeance, swift to kill: +The Goblins' dart, the Curlew's Bill: +[pg 068] +The discus both of Fate and Right, +And Vishnu's, of unerring flight: +The Wind-God's dart, the Troubler dread, +The weapon named the Horse's Head. +From his fierce hand two spears were thrown, +And the great mace that smashes bone; +The dart of spirits of the air, +And that which Fate exults to bear: +The Trident dart which slaughters foes, +And that which hanging skulls compose:233 +These fearful darts in fiery rain +He hurled upon the saint amain, +An awful miracle to view. +But as the ceaseless tempest flew, +The sage with wand of God-sent power +Still swallowed up that fiery shower. +Then Gadhi's son, when these had failed, +With Brahma's dart his foe assailed. +The Gods, with Indra at their head, +And Nagas, quailed disquieted, +And saints and minstrels, when they saw +The king that awful weapon draw; +And the three worlds were filled with dread, +And trembled as the missile sped. +The saint, with Brahman wand, empowered +By lore divine that dart devoured. +Nor could the triple world withdraw +Rapt gazes from that sight of awe; +For as he swallowed down the dart +Of Brahma, sparks from every part, +From finest pore and hair-cell, broke +Enveloped in a veil of smoke. +The staff he waved was all aglow +Like Yama's sceptre, King below, +Or like the lurid fire of Fate +Whose rage the worlds will desolate. +The hermits, whom that sight had awed, +Extolled the saint, with hymn and laud: +“Thy power, O Sage, is ne'er in vain: +Now with thy might thy might restrain. +Be gracious, Master, and allow +The worlds to rest from trouble now; +For Viśvamitra, strong and dread, +By thee has been discomfited.” +Then, thus addressed, the saint, well pleased, +The fury of his wrath appeased. +The king, o'erpowered and ashamed, +With many a deep-drawn sigh exclaimed: +“Ah! Warriors' strength is poor and slight; +A Brahman's power is truly might. +This Brahman staff the hermit held +The fury of my darts has quelled. +This truth within my heart impressed, +With senses ruled and tranquil breast +My task austere will I begin, +And Brahmanhood will strive to win.” +Canto LVII. Trisanku. +Then with his heart consumed with woe, +Still brooding on his overthrow +By the great saint he had defied, +At every breath the monarch sighed. +Forth from his home his queen he led, +And to a land far southward fled. +There, fruit and roots his only food, +He practised penance, sense-subdued, +And in that solitary spot +Four virtuous sons the king begot: +Havishyand, from the offering named, +And Madhushyand, for sweetness famed, +Maharath, chariot-borne in fight, +And Driḍhanetra strong of sight. +A thousand years had passed away, +When Brahma, Sire whom all obey, +Addressed in pleasant words like these +Him rich in long austerities: +“Thou by the penance, Kuśik's son, +A place 'mid royal saints hast won. +Pleased with thy constant penance, we +This lofty rank assign to thee.” +Thus spoke the glorious Lord most High +Father of earth and air and sky, +And with the Gods around him spread +Home to his changeless sphere he sped. +But Viśvamitra scorned the grace, +And bent in shame his angry face. +Burning with rage, o'erwhelmed with grief, +Thus in his heart exclaimed the chief: +“No fruit, I ween, have I secured +By strictest penance long endured, +If Gods and all the saints decree +To make but royal saint of me.” +Thus pondering, he with sense subdued, +With sternest zeal his vows renewed. +[pg 069] +Then reigned a monarch, true of soul, +Who kept each sense in firm control; +Of old Ikshvaku's line he came, +That glories in Triśanku's234 name. +Within his breast, O Raghu's child, +Arose a longing, strong and wild, +Great offerings to the Gods to pay, +And win, alive, to heaven his way. +His priest Vaśishṭha's aid he sought, +And told him of his secret thought. +But wise Vaśishṭha showed the hope +Was far beyond the monarch's scope. +Triśanku then, his suit denied, +Far to the southern region hied, +To beg Vaśishṭha's sons to aid +The mighty plan his soul had made. +There King Triśanku, far renowned, +Vaśishṭha's hundred children found, +Each on his fervent vows intent, +For mind and fame preëminent. +To these the famous king applied, +Wise children of his holy guide. +Saluting each in order due. +His eyes, for shame, he downward threw, +And reverent hands together pressed, +The glorious company addressed: +“I as a humble suppliant seek +Succour of you who aid the weak. +A mighty offering I would pay, +But sage Vaśishṭha answered, Nay. +Be yours permission to accord, +And to my rites your help afford. +Sons of my guide, to each of you +With lowly reverence here I sue; +To each, intent on penance-vow, +O Brahmans, low my head I bow, +And pray you each with ready heart +In my great rite to bear a part, +That in the body I may rise +And dwell with Gods within the skies. +Sons of my guide, none else I see +Can give what he refuses me. +Ikshvaku's children still depend +Upon their guide most reverend; +And you, as nearest in degree +To him, my deities shall be!” +Canto LVIII. Trisanku Cursed. +Triśanku's speech the hundred heard, +And thus replied, to anger stirred: +“Why foolish King, by him denied, +Whose truthful lips have never lied, +Dost thou transgress his prudent rule, +And seek, for aid, another school?235 +Ikshvaku's sons have aye relied +Most surely on their holy guide: +Then how dost thou, fond Monarch, dare +Transgress the rule his lips declare? +“Thy wish is vain,” the saint replied, +And bade thee cast the plan aside. +Then how can we, his sons, pretend +In such a rite our aid to lend? +O Monarch, of the childish heart, +Home to thy royal town depart. +That mighty saint, thy priest and guide, +At noblest rites may well preside: +The worlds for sacrifice combined +A worthier priest could never find.” +Such speech of theirs the monarch heard, +Though rage distorted every word, +And to the hermits made reply: +“You, like your sire, my suit deny. +For other aid I turn from you: +So, rich in penance, Saints, adieu!” +Vaśishṭha's children heard, and guessed +His evil purpose scarce expressed, +And cried, while rage their bosoms burned, +“Be to a vile Chanḍala236 turned!” +[pg 070] +This said, with lofty thoughts inspired, +Each to his own retreat retired. +That night Triśanku underwent +Sad change in shape and lineament. +Next morn, an outcast swart of hue, +His dusky cloth he round him drew. +His hair had fallen from his head, +And roughness o'er his skin was spread. +Such wreaths adorned him as are found +To flourish on the funeral ground. +Each armlet was an iron ring: +Such was the figure of the king, +That every counsellor and peer, +And following townsman, fled in fear. +Alone, unyielding to dismay, +Though burnt by anguish night and day, +Great Viśvamitra's side he sought, +Whose treasures were by penance bought. +The hermit with his tender eyes +Looked on Triśanku's altered guise, +And grieving at his ruined state +Addressed him thus, compassionate: +“Great King,” the pious hermit said, +“What cause thy steps has hither led, +Ayodhya's mighty Sovereign, whom +A curse has plagued with outcast's doom?” +In vile Chanḍala237 shape, the king +Heard Viśvamitra's questioning, +And, suppliant palm to palm applied, +With answering eloquence he cried: +“My priest and all his sons refused +To aid the plan on which I mused. +Failing to win the boon I sought, +To this condition I was brought. +I, in the body, Saint, would fain +A mansion in the skies obtain. +I planned a hundred rites for this, +But still was doomed the fruit to miss. +Pure are my lips from falsehood's stain, +And pure they ever shall remain,— +Yea, by a Warrior's faith I swear,— +Though I be tried with grief and care. +Unnumbered rites to Heaven I paid, +With righteous care the sceptre swayed; +And holy priest and high-souled guide +My modest conduct gratified. +But, O thou best of hermits, they +Oppose my wish these rites to pay; +They one and all refuse consent, +Nor aid me in my high intent. +Fate is, I ween, the power supreme, +Man's effort but an idle dream, +Fate whirls our plans, our all away; +Fate is our only hope and stay; +Now deign, O blessed Saint, to aid +Me, even me by Fate betrayed, +Who come, a suppliant, sore distressed, +One grace, O Hermit, to request. +No other hope or way I see: +No other refuge waits for me. +Oh, aid me in my fallen state, +And human will shall conquer Fate.” +Canto LIX. The Sons Of Vasishtha. +Then Kuśik's son, by pity warmed, +Spoke sweetly to the king transformed: +“Hail! glory of Ikshvaku's line: +I know how bright thy virtues shine. +Dismiss thy fear, O noblest Chief, +For I myself will bring relief. +The holiest saints will I invite +To celebrate thy purposed rite: +So shall thy vow, O King, succeed, +And from thy cares shalt thou be freed. +Thou in the form which now thou hast, +Transfigured by the curse they cast,— +Yea, in the body, King, shalt flee, +Transported, where thou fain wouldst be. +O Lord of men, I ween that thou +Hast heaven within thy hand e'en now, +For very wisely hast thou done, +And refuge sought with Kuśik's son.” +Thus having said, the sage addressed +His sons, of men the holiest, +And bade the prudent saints whate'er +Was needed for the rite prepare. +The pupils he was wont to teach +He summoned next, and spoke this speech: +“Go bid Vaśishṭha'a sons appear, +And all the saints be gathered here. +And what they one and all reply +When summoned by this mandate high, +To me with faithful care report, +Omit no word and none distort.” +The pupils heard, and prompt obeyed, +To every side their way they made. +Then swift from every quarter sped +The sages in the Vedas read. +Back to that saint the envoys came, +Whose glory shone like burning flame, +And told him in their faithful speech +The answer that they bore from each: +“Submissive to thy word, O Seer, +The holy men are gathering here. +By all was meet obedience shown: +Mahodaya238 refused alone. +[pg 071] +And now, O Chief of hermits, hear +What answer, chilling us with fear, +Vaśishṭha's hundred sons returned, +Thick-speaking as with rage they burned: +“How will the Gods and saints partake +The offerings that the prince would make, +And he a vile and outcast thing, +His ministrant one born a king? +Can we, great Brahmans, eat his food, +And think to win beatitude, +By Viśvamitra purified?” +Thus sire and sons in scorn replied, +And as these bitter words they said, +Wild fury made their eyeballs red. +Their answer when the arch-hermit heard, +His tranquil eyes with rage were blurred; +Great fury in his bosom woke, +And thus unto the youths he spoke: +“Me, blameless me they dare to blame, +And disallow the righteous claim +My fierce austerities have earned: +To ashes be the sinners turned. +Caught in the noose of Fate shall they +To Yama's kingdom sink to-day. +Seven hundred times shall they be born +To wear the clothes the dead have worn. +Dregs of the dregs, too vile to hate, +The flesh of dogs their maws shall sate. +In hideous form, in loathsome weed, +A sad existence each shall lead. +Mahodaya too, the fool who fain +My stainless life would try to stain, +Stained in the world with long disgrace +Shall sink into a fowler's place. +Rejoicing guiltless blood to spill, +No pity through his breast shall thrill. +Cursed by my wrath for many a day, +His wretched life for sin shall pay.” +Thus, girt with hermit, saint, and priest, +Great Viśvamitra spoke—and ceased. +Canto LX. Trisanku's Ascension. +So with ascetic might, in ire, +He smote the children and the sire. +Then Viśvamitra, far-renowned, +Addressed the saints who gathered round: +“See by my side Triśanku stand, +Ikshvaku's son, of liberal hand. +Most virtuous and gentle, he +Seeks refuge in his woe with me. +Now, holy men, with me unite, +And order so his purposed rite +That in the body he may rise +And win a mansion in the skies.” +They heard his speech with ready ear +And, every bosom filled with fear +Of Viśvamitra, wise and great, +Spoke each to each in brief debate: +“The breast of Kuśik's son, we know, +With furious wrath is quick to glow. +Whate'er the words he wills to say, +We must, be very sure, obey. +Fierce is our lord as fire, and straight +May curse us all infuriate. +So let us in these rites engage, +As ordered by the holy sage. +And with our best endeavour strive +That King Ikshvaku's son, alive, +In body to the skies may go +By his great might who wills it so.” +Then was the rite begun with care: +All requisites and means were there: +And glorious Viśvamitra lent +His willing aid as president. +And all the sacred rites were done +By rule and use, omitting none. +By chaplain-priest, the hymns who knew, +In decent form and order due. +Some time in sacrifice had past, +And Viśvamitra made, at last, +The solemn offering with the prayer +That all the Gods might come and share. +But the Immortals, one and all, +Refused to hear the hermit's call. +Then red with rage his eyeballs blazed: +The sacred ladle high he raised, +And cried to King Ikshvaku's son: +“Behold my power, by penance won: +Now by the might my merits lend, +Ikshvaku's child, to heaven ascend. +In living frame the skies attain, +Which mortals thus can scarcely gain. +My vows austere, so long endured, +Have, as I ween, some fruit assured. +Upon its virtue, King, rely, +And in thy body reach the sky.” +His speech had scarcely reached its close, +When, as he stood, the sovereign rose, +And mounted swiftly to the skies +Before the wondering hermits' eyes. +But Indra, when he saw the king +His blissful regions entering, +With all the army of the Blest +Thus cried unto the unbidden guest: +“With thy best speed, Triśanku, flee: +Here is no home prepared for thee. +By thy great master's curse brought low, +Go, falling headlong, earthward go.” +Thus by the Lord of Gods addressed, +Triśanku fell from fancied rest, +And screaming in his swift descent, +“O, save me, Hermit!” down he went. +And Viśvamitra heard his cry, +And marked him falling from the sky, +And giving all his passion sway, +Cried out in fury, “Stay, O stay!” +[pg 072] +By penance-power and holy lore, +Like Him who framed the worlds of yore, +Seven other saints he fixed on high +To star with light the southern sky. +Girt with his sages forth he went, +And southward in the firmament +New wreathed stars prepared to set +In many a sparkling coronet. +He threatened, blind with rage and hate, +Another Indra to create, +Or, from his throne the ruler hurled, +All Indraless to leave the world. +Yea, borne away by passion's storm, +The sage began new Gods to form. +But then each Titan, God, and saint, +Confused with terror, sick and faint, +To high souled Viśvamitra hied, +And with soft words to soothe him tried: +“Lord of high destiny, this king, +To whom his master's curses cling, +No heavenly home deserves to gain, +Unpurified from curse and stain.” +The son of Kuśik, undeterred, +The pleading of the Immortals heard, +And thus in haughty words expressed +The changeless purpose of his breast: +“Content ye, Gods: I soothly sware +Triśanku to the skies to bear +Clothed in his body, nor can I +My promise cancel or deny. +Embodied let the king ascend +To life in heaven that ne'er shall end. +And let these new-made stars of mine +Firm and secure for ever shine. +Let these, my work, remain secure +Long as the earth and heaven endure. +This, all ye Gods, I crave: do you +Allow the boon for which I sue.” +Then all the Gods their answer made: +“So be it, Saint, as thou hast prayed. +Beyond the sun's diurnal way +Thy countless stars in heaven shall stay: +And 'mid them hung, as one divine, +Head downward shall Triśanku shine; +And all thy stars shall ever fling +Their rays attendant on the king.”239 +The mighty saint, with glory crowned, +With all the sages compassed round, +Praised by the Gods, gave full assent, +And Gods and sages homeward went. +Canto LXI. Sunahsepha. +Then Viśvamitra, when the Blest +Had sought their homes of heavenly rest, +Thus, mighty Prince, his counsel laid +Before the dwellers of the shade: +“The southern land where now we are +Offers this check our rites to bar:240 +To other regions let us speed, +And ply our tasks from trouble freed. +Now turn we to the distant west. +To Pushkar's241 wood where hermits rest, +And there to rites austere apply, +For not a grove with that can vie.” +The saint, in glory's light arrayed, +In Pushkar's wood his dwelling made, +And living there on roots and fruit +Did penance stern and resolute. +The king who filled Ayodhya's throne, +By Ambarísha's name far known, +At that same time, it chanced, began +A sacrificial rite to plan. +But Indra took by force away +The charger that the king would slay. +The victim lost, the Brahman sped +To Ambarísha's side, and said: +“Gone is the steed, O King, and this +Is due to thee, in care remiss. +[pg 073] +Such heedless faults will kings destroy +Who fail to guard what they enjoy. +The flaw is desperate: we need +The charger, or a man to bleed. +Quick! bring a man if not the horse, +That so the rite may have its course.” +The glory of Ikshvaku's line +Made offer of a thousand kine, +And sought to buy at lordly price +A victim for the sacrifice. +To many a distant land he drove, +To many a people, town, and grove, +And holy shades where hermits rest, +Pursuing still his eager quest. +At length on Bhrigu's sacred height +The saint Richíka met his sight +Sitting beneath the holy boughs. +His children near him, and his spouse. +The mighty lord drew near, assayed +To win his grace, and reverence paid; +And then the sainted king addressed +The Brahman saint with this request: +“Bought with a hundred thousand kine, +Give me, O Sage, a son of thine +To be a victim in the rite, +And thanks the favour shall requite. +For I have roamed all countries round, +Nor sacrificial victim found. +Then, gentle Hermit, deign to spare +One child amid the number there.” +Then to the monarch's speech replied +The hermit, penance-glorified: +“For countless kine, for hills of gold, +Mine eldest son shall ne'er be sold.” +But, when she heard the saint's reply, +The children's mother, standing nigh, +Words such as these in answer said +To Ambarísha, monarch dread: +“My lord, the saint, has spoken well: +His eldest child he will not sell. +And know, great Monarch, that above +The rest my youngest born I love. +'Tis ever thus: the father's joy +Is centred in his eldest boy. +The mother loves her darling best +Whom last she rocked upon her breast: +My youngest I will ne'er forsake.” +As thus the sire and mother spake, +Young Śunahśepha, of the three +The midmost, cried unurged and free: +“My sire withholds his eldest son, +My mother keeps her youngest one: +Then take me with thee, King: I ween +The son is sold who comes between.” +The king with joy his home resought, +And took the prize his kine had bought. +He bade the youth his car ascend, +And hastened back the rites to end.242 +Canto LXII. Ambarísha's Sacrifice. +As thus the king that youth conveyed, +His weary steeds at length he stayed +At height of noon their rest to take +Upon the bank of Pushkar's lake. +There while the king enjoyed repose +The captive Śunahśepha rose, +And hasting to the water's side +His uncle Viśvamitra spied, +With many a hermit 'neath the trees +Engaged in stern austerities. +Distracted with the toil and thirst, +With woeful mien, away he burst, +Swift to the hermit's breast he flew, +And weeping thus began to sue: +“No sire have I, no mother dear, +No kith or kin my heart to cheer: +As justice bids, O Hermit, deign +To save me from the threatened pain. +O thou to whom the wretched flee, +And find a saviour, Saint, in thee, +Now let the king obtain his will, +And me my length of days fulfil, +That rites austere I too may share, +May rise to heaven and rest me there. +With tender soul and gentle brow +Be guardian of the orphan thou, +And as a father pities, so +Preserve me from my fear and woe.” +When Viśvamitra, glorious saint, +Had heard the boy's heart-rending plaint. +He soothed his grief, his tears he dried, +[pg 074] +Then called his sons to him, and cried: +“The time is come for you to show +The duty and the aid bestow +For which, regarding future life, +A man gives children to his wife. +This hermit's son, whom here you see +A suppliant, refuge seeks with me. +O sons, the friendless youth befriend, +And, pleasing me, his life defend. +For holy works you all have wrought, +True to the virtuous life I taught. +Go, and as victims doomed to bleed, +Die, and Lord Agni's hunger feed. +So shall the rite completed end, +This orphan gain a saving friend, +Due offerings to the Gods be paid, +And your own father's voice obeyed.” +Then Madhushyand and all the rest +Answered their sire with scorn and jest: +“What! aid to others' sons afford, +And leave thine own to die, my lord! +To us it seems a horrid deed, +As 'twere on one's own flesh to feed.” +The hermit heard his sons' reply, +And burning rage inflamed his eye. +Then forth his words of fury burst: +“Audacious speech, by virtue cursed! +It lifts on end each shuddering hair— +My charge to scorn! my wrath to dare! +You, like Vaśishṭha's evil brood, +Shall make the flesh of dogs your food +A thousand years in many a birth, +And punished thus shall dwell on earth.” +Thus on his sons his curse he laid. +Then calmed again that youth dismayed, +And blessed him with his saving aid: +“When in the sacred fetters bound, +And with a purple garland crowned, +At Vishnu's post thou standest tied, +With lauds be Agni glorified. +And these two hymns of holy praise +Forget not, Hermit's son, to raise +In the king's rite, and thou shalt be +Lord of thy wish, preserved, and free.” +He learnt the hymns with mind intent, +And from the hermit's presence went. +To Ambarísha thus he spake: +“Let us our onward journey take. +Haste to thy home, O King, nor stay +The lustral rites with slow delay.” +The boy's address the monarch cheered, +And soon the sacred ground he neared. +The convocation's high decree +Declared the youth from blemish free; +Clothed in red raiment he was tied +A victim at the pillar's side. +There bound, the Fire-God's hymn he raised, +And Indra and Upendra praised. +Thousand-eyed Vishnu, pleased to hear +The mystic laud, inclined his ear, +And won by worship, swift to save, +Long life to Śunahśepha gave. +The king in bounteous measure gained +The fruit of sacrifice ordained, +By grace of Him who rules the skies, +Lord Indra of the thousand eyes. +And Viśvamitra evermore. +Pursued his task on Pushkar's shore +Until a thousand years had past +In fierce austerity and fast. +Canto LXIII. Menaka. +A thousand years had thus flown by +When all the Gods within the sky, +Eager that he the fruit might gain +Of fervent rite and holy pain, +Approached the great ascetic, now +Bathed after toil and ended vow. +Then Brahma speaking for the rest +With sweetest words the sage addressed: +“Hail, Saint! This high and holy name +Thy rites have won, thy merits claim.” +Thus spoke the Lord whom Gods revere, +And sought again his heavenly sphere. +But Viśvamitra, more intent, +His mind to sterner penance bent. +So many a season rolled away, +When Menaka, fair nymph, one day +Came down from Paradise to lave +Her perfect limbs in Pushkar's wave, +The glorious son of Kuśik saw +That peerless shape without a flaw +Flash through the flood's translucent shroud +Like lightning gleaming through a cloud. +He saw her in that lone retreat, +Most beautiful from head to feet, +And by Kandarpa's243 might subdued +He thus addressed her as he viewed: +“Welcome, sweet nymph! O deign, I pray, +In these calm shades awhile to stay. +To me some gracious favour show, +For love has set my breast aglow.” +He spoke. The fairest of the fair +Made for awhile her dwelling there, +While day by day the wild delight +Stayed vow austere and fervent rite +There as the winsome charmer wove +Her spells around him in the grove, +And bound him in a golden chain, +Five sweet years fled, and five again. +Then Viśvamitra woke to shame, +And, fraught with anguish, memory came +For quick he knew, with anger fired, +That all the Immortals had conspired +[pg 075] +To lap his careless soul in ease, +And mar his long austerities. +“Ten years have past, each day and night +Unheeded in delusive flight. +So long my fervent rites were stayed, +While thus I lay by love betrayed.” +As thus long sighs the hermit heaved, +And, touched with deep repentance, grieved, +He saw the fair one standing nigh +With suppliant hands and trembling eye. +With gentle words he bade her go, +Then sought the northern hills of snow. +With firm resolve he vowed to beat +The might of love beneath his feet. +Still northward to the distant side +Of Kauśikí244, the hermit hide, +And gave his life to penance there +With rites austere most hard to bear. +A thousand years went by, and still +He laboured on the northern hill +With pains so terrible and drear +That all the Gods were chilled with fear, +And Gods and saints, for swift advice, +Met in the halls of Paradise. +“Let Kuśik's son,” they counselled, “be +A Mighty saint by just decree.” +His ear to hear their counsel lent +The Sire of worlds, omnipotent. +To him enriched by rites severe +He spoke in accents sweet to hear: +“Hail, Mighty Saint! dear son, all hail! +Thy fervour wins, thy toils prevail. +Won by thy vows and zeal intense +I give this high preëminence.” +He to the General Sire replied, +Not sad, nor wholly satisfied: +“When thou, O Brahma, shalt declare +The title, great beyond compare, +Of Brahman saint my worthy meed, +Hard earned by many a holy deed, +Then may I deem in sooth I hold +Each sense of body well controlled.” +Then Brahma cried, “Not yet, not yet: +Toil on awhile O Anchoret!” +Thus having said to heaven he went, +The saint, upon his task intent, +Began his labours to renew, +Which sterner yet and fiercer grew. +His arms upraised, without a rest, +With but one foot the earth he pressed; +The air his food, the hermit stood +Still as a pillar hewn from wood. +Around him in the summer days +Five mighty fires combined to blaze. +In floods of rain no veil was spread +Save clouds, to canopy his head. +In the dank dews both night and day +Couched in the stream the hermit lay. +Thus, till a thousand years had fled, +He plied his task of penance dread. +Then Vishnu and the Gods with awe +The labours of the hermit saw, +And Śakra, in his troubled breast, +Lord of the skies, his fear confessed. +And brooded on a plan to spoil +The merits of the hermit's toil. +Encompassed by his Gods of Storm +He summoned Rambha, fair of form, +And spoke a speech for woe and weal, +The saint to mar, the God to heal. +Canto LXIV. Rambha. +“A great emprise, O lovely maid, +To save the Gods, awaits thine aid: +To bind the son of Kuśik sure, +And take his soul with love's sweet lure.” +Thus order'd by the Thousand-eyed +The suppliant nymph in fear replied: +“O Lord of Gods, this mighty sage +Is very fierce and swift to rage. +I doubt not, he so dread and stern +On me his scorching wrath will turn. +Of this, my lord, am I afraid: +Have mercy on a timid maid.” +Her suppliant hands began to shake, +When thus again Lord Indra spake: +“O Rambha, drive thy fears away, +And as I bid do thou obey. +In Koïl's form, who takes the heart +When trees in spring to blossom start, +I, with Kandarpa for my friend, +Close to thy side mine aid will lend. +[pg 076] +Do thou thy beauteous splendour arm +With every grace and winsome charm, +And from his awful rites seduce +This Kuśik's son, the stern recluse.” +Lord Indra ceased. The nymph obeyed: +In all her loveliest charms arrayed, +With winning ways and witching smile +She sought the hermit to beguile. +The sweet note of that tuneful bird +The saint with ravished bosom heard, +And on his heart a rapture passed +As on the nymph a look he cast. +But when he heard the bird prolong +His sweet incomparable song, +And saw the nymph with winning smile, +The hermit's heart perceived the wile. +And straight he knew the Thousand-eyed +A plot against his peace had tried. +Then Kuśik's son indignant laid +His curse upon the heavenly maid: +“Because thou wouldst my soul engage +Who fight to conquer love and rage, +Stand, till ten thousand years have flown, +Ill-fated maid, transformed to stone. +A Brahman then, in glory strong, +Mighty through penance stern and long, +Shall free thee from thine altered shape; +Thou from my curse shalt then escape.” +But when the saint had cursed her so, +His breast was burnt with fires of woe, +Grieved that long effort to restrain +His mighty wrath was all in vain. +Cursed by the angry sage's power, +She stood in stone that selfsame hour. +Kandarpa heard the words he said, +And quickly from his presence fled. +His fall beneath his passion's sway +Had reft the hermit's meed away. +Unconquered yet his secret foes, +The humbled saint refused repose: +“No more shall rage my bosom till, +Sealed be my lips, my tongue be still. +My very breath henceforth I hold +Until a thousand years are told: +Victorious o'er each erring sense, +I'll dry my frame with abstinence, +Until by penance duly done +A Brahman's rank be bought and won. +For countless years, as still as death, +I taste no food, I draw no breath, +And as I toil my frame shall stand +Unharmed by time's destroying hand.” +Canto LXV. Visvamitra's Triumph +Then from Himalaya's heights of snow, +The glorious saint prepared to go, +And dwelling in the distant east +His penance and his toil increased. +A thousand years his lips he held +Closed by a vow unparalleled, +And other marvels passing thought, +Unrivalled in the world, he wrought. +In all the thousand years his frame +Dry as a log of wood became. +By many a cross and check beset, +Rage had not stormed his bosom yet. +With iron will that naught could bend +He plied his labour till the end. +So when the weary years were o'er, +Freed from his vow so stern and sore, +The hermit, all his penance sped, +Sate down to eat his meal of bread. +Then Indra, clad in Brahman guise, +Asked him for food with hungry eyes. +The mighty saint, with steadfast soul, +To the false Brahman gave the whole, +And when no scrap for him remained, +Fasting and faint, from speech refrained. +His silent vow he would not break: +No breath he heaved, no word he spake, +Then as he checked his breath, behold! +Around his brow thick smoke-clouds rolled +And the three worlds, as if o'erspread +With ravening flames, were filled with dread. +Then God and saint and bard, convened, +And Naga lord, and snake, and fiend, +Thus to the General Father cried, +Distracted, sad, and terrified: +“Against the hermit, sore assailed, +Lure, scathe, and scorn have naught availed, +Proof against rage and treacherous art +He keeps his vow with constant heart. +Now if his toils assist him naught +To gain the boon his soul has sought, +He through the worlds will ruin send +That fixt and moving things shall end, +The regions now are dark with doom, +No friendly ray relieves the gloom. +Each ocean foams with maddened tide, +The shrinking hills in fear subside. +Trembles the earth with feverous throe +The wind in fitful tempest blows. +No cure we see with troubled eyes: +And atheist brood on earth may rise. +The triple world is wild with care, +Or spiritless in dull despair. +Before that saint the sun is dim, +His blessed light eclipsed by him. +Now ere the saint resolve to bring +Destruction on each living thing, +Let us appease, while yet we may, +Him bright as fire, like fire to slay. +Yea, as the fiery flood of Fate +Lays all creation desolate, +He o'er the conquered Gods may reign: +O, grant him what he longs to gain.” +[pg 077] +Then all the Blest, by Brahma led, +Approached the saint and sweetly said: +“Hail, Brahman Saint! for such thy place: +Thy vows austere have won our grace. +A Brahman's rank thy penance stern +And ceaseless labour richly earn. +I with the Gods of Storm decree +Long life, O Brahman Saint, to thee. +May peace and joy thy soul possess: +Go where thou wilt in happiness.” +Thus by the General Sire addressed, +Joy and high triumph filled his breast. +His head in adoration bowed, +Thus spoke he to the Immortal crowd: +“If I, ye Gods, have gained at last +Both length of days and Brahman caste, +Grant that the high mysterious name, +And holy Vedas, own my claim, +And that the formula to bless +The sacrifice, its lord confess. +And let Vaśishṭha, who excels +In Warriors' art and mystic spells, +In love of God without a peer, +Confirm the boon you promise here.” +With Brahma's son Vaśishṭha, best +Of those who pray with voice repressed, +The Gods by earnest prayer prevailed, +And thus his new-made friend he hailed: +“Thy title now is sure and good +To rights of saintly Brahmanhood.” +Thus spake the sage. The Gods, content, +Back to their heavenly mansions went. +And Viśvamitra, pious-souled, +Among the Brahman saints enrolled, +On reverend Vaśishṭha pressed +The honours due to holy guest. +Successful in his high pursuit, +The sage, in penance resolute, +Walked in his pilgrim wanderings o'er +The whole broad land from shore to shore. +'Twas thus the saint, O Raghu's son, +His rank among the Brahmans won. +Best of all hermits, Prince, is he; +In him incarnate Penance see. +Friend of the right, who shrinks from ill, +Heroic powers attend him still.” +The Brahman, versed in ancient lore, +Thus closed his tale, and said no more, +To Śatananda Kuśik's son +Cried in delight, Well done! well done! +Then Janak, at the tale amazed, +Spoke thus with suppliant hands upraised: +“High fate is mine, O Sage, I deem, +And thanks I owe for bliss supreme, +That thou and Raghu's children too +Have come my sacrifice to view. +To look on thee with blessed eyes +Exalts my soul and purifies. +Yea, thus to see thee face to face +Enriches me with store of grace. +Thy holy labours wrought of old, +And mighty penance, fully told, +Rama and I with great delight +Have heard, O glorious Anchorite. +Unrivalled thine ascetic deeds: +Thy might, O Saint, all might exceeds. +No thought may scan, no limit bound +The virtues that in thee are found. +The story of thy wondrous fate +My thirsty ears can never sate. +The hour of evening rites is near: +The sun declines in swift career. +At early dawn, O Hermit, deign +To let me see thy face again. +Best of ascetics, part in bliss: +Do thou thy servant now dismiss.” +The saint approved, and glad and kind +Dismissed the king with joyful mind +Around the sage King Janak went +With priests and kinsmen reverent. +Then Viśvamitra, honoured so, +By those high-minded, rose to go, +And with the princes took his way +To seek the lodging where they lay. +Canto LXVI. Janak's Speech. +With cloudless lustre rose the sun; +The king, his morning worship done, +Ordered his heralds to invite +The princes and the anchorite. +With honour, as the laws decree, +The monarch entertained the three. +Then to the youths and saintly man +Videha's lord this speech began: +“O blameless Saint, most welcome thou! +If I may please thee tell me how. +Speak, mighty lord, whom all revere, +'Tis thine to order, mine to hear.” +Thus he on mighty thoughts intent; +Then thus the sage most eloquent: +“King Daśaratha's sons, this pair +Of warriors famous everywhere, +Are come that best of bows to see +That lies a treasure stored by thee. +This, mighty Janak, deign to show, +That they may look upon the bow, +And then, contented, homeward go.” +Then royal Janak spoke in turn: +“O best of Saints, the story learn +Why this famed bow, a noble prize, +A treasure in my palace lies. +A monarch, Devarat by name, +Who sixth from ancient Nimi came, +Held it as ruler of the land, +A pledge in his successive hand. +This bow the mighty Rudra bore +[pg 078] +At Daksha's245 sacrifice of yore, +When carnage of the Immortals stained +The rite that Daksha had ordained. +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.” +The Sons of Heaven, in wild alarm, +Soft flatteries tried his rage to charm. +Then Bhava, Lord whom Gods adore, +Grew kind and friendly as before, +And every torn and mangled limb +Was safe and sound restored by him. +Thenceforth this bow, the gem of bows, +That freed the God of Gods from foes, +Stored by our great forefathers lay +A treasure and a pride for aye. +Once, as it chanced, I ploughed the ground, +When sudden, 'neath the share was found +An infant springing from the earth, +Named Síta from her secret birth.246 +In strength and grace the maiden grew, +My cherished daughter, fair to view. +I vowed her, of no mortal birth, +Meet prize for noblest hero's worth. +In strength and grace the maiden grew, +And many a monarch came to woo. +To all the princely suitors I +Gave, mighty Saint, the same reply: +“I give not thus my daughter, she +Prize of heroic worth shall be.247 +To Míthila the suitors pressed +Their power and might to manifest. +To all who came with hearts aglow +I offered Śiva's wondrous bow. +Not one of all the royal band +Could raise or take the bow in hand. +The suitors' puny might I spurned, +And back the feeble princes turned. +Enraged thereat, the warriors met, +With force combined my town beset. +Stung to the heart with scorn and shame, +With war and threats they madly came, +Besieged my peaceful walls, and long +To Míthila did grievous wrong. +There, wasting all, a year they lay, +And brought my treasures to decay, +Filling my soul, O Hermit chief, +With bitter woe and hopeless grief. +At last by long-wrought penance I +Won favour with the Gods on high, +Who with my labours well content +A four-fold host to aid me sent. +Then swift the baffled heroes fled +To all the winds discomfited— +Wrong-doers, with their lords and host, +And all their valour's idle boast. +This heavenly bow, exceeding bright, +These youths shall see, O Anchorite. +Then if young Rama's hand can string +The bow that baffled lord and king, +To him I give, as I have sworn, +My Síta, not of woman born.” +Canto LXVII. The Breaking Of The Bow. +Then spoke again the great recluse: +“This mighty bow, O King, produce.” +King Janak, at the saint's request, +This order to his train addressed: +“Let the great bow be hither borne, +Which flowery wreaths and scents adorn.” +Soon as the monarch's words were said, +His servants to the city sped, +Five thousand youths in number, all +Of manly strength and stature tall, +The ponderous eight-wheeled chest that held +The heavenly bow, with toil propelled. +At length they brought that iron chest, +And thus the godlike king addressed: +“This best of bows, O lord, we bring, +Respected by each chief and king, +And place it for these youths to see, +If, Sovereign, such thy pleasure be.” +With suppliant palm to palm applied +King Janak to the strangers cried: +“This gem of bows, O Brahman Sage, +Our race has prized from age to age, +Too strong for those who yet have reigned, +Though great in might each nerve they strained. +[pg 079] +Titan and fiend its strength defies, +God, spirit, minstrel of the skies. +And bard above and snake below +Are baffled by this glorious bow. +Then how may human prowess hope +With such a bow as this to cope? +What man with valour's choicest gift +This bow can draw, or string, or lift? +Yet let the princes, holy Seer, +Behold it: it is present here.” +Then spoke the hermit pious-souled: +“Rama, dear son, the bow behold.” +Then Rama at his word unclosed +The chest wherein its might reposed, +Thus crying, as he viewed it: “Lo! +I lay mine hand upon the bow: +May happy luck my hope attend +Its heavenly strength to lift or bend.” +“Good luck be thine,” the hermit cried: +“Assay the task!” the king replied. +Then Raghu's son, as if in sport, +Before the thousands of the court, +The weapon by the middle raised +That all the crowd in wonder gazed. +With steady arm the string he drew +Till burst the mighty bow in two. +As snapped the bow, an awful clang, +Loud as the shriek of tempests, rang. +The earth, affrighted, shook amain +As when a hill is rent in twain. +Then, senseless at the fearful sound, +The people fell upon the ground: +None save the king, the princely pair, +And the great saint, the shock could bear. +When woke to sense the stricken train, +And Janak's soul was calm again, +With suppliant hands and reverent head, +These words, most eloquent, he said: +“O Saint, Prince Rama stands alone: +His peerless might he well has shown. +A marvel has the hero wrought +Beyond belief, surpassing thought. +My child, to royal Rama wed, +New glory on our line will shed: +And true my promise will remain +That hero's worth the bride should gain. +Dearer to me than light and life, +My Síta shall be Rama's wife. +If thou, O Brahman, leave concede, +My counsellors, with eager speed, +Borne in their flying cars, to fair +Ayodhya's town the news shall bear, +With courteous message to entreat +The king to grace my royal seat. +This to the monarch shall they tell, +The bride is his who won her well: +And his two sons are resting here +Protected by the holy seer. +So, at his pleasure, let them lead +The sovereign to my town with speed.” +The hermit to his prayer inclined +And Janak, lord of virtuous mind, +With charges, to Ayodhya sent +His ministers: and forth they went. +Canto LXVIII. The Envoys' Speech. +Three nights upon the road they passed +To rest the steeds that bore them fast, +And reached Ayodhya's town at last. +Then straight at Daśaratha's call +They stood within the royal hall, +Where, like a God, inspiring awe, +The venerable king they saw. +With suppliant palm to palm applied, +And all their terror laid aside, +They spoke to him upon the throne +With modest words, in gentle tone: +“Janak, Videha's king, O Sire, +Has sent us hither to inquire +The health of thee his friend most dear, +Of all thy priests and every peer. +Next Kuśik's son consenting, thus +King Janak speaks, dread liege, by us: +“I made a promise and decree +That valour's prize my child should be. +Kings, worthless found in worth's assay, +With mien dejected turned away. +Thy sons, by Viśvamitra led, +Unurged, my city visited, +And peerless in their might have gained +My daughter, as my vow ordained. +Full in a vast assembly's view +Thy hero Rama broke in two +The gem of bows, of monstrous size, +That came a treasure from the skies. +Ordained the prize of hero's might, +Síta my child is his by right. +Fain would I keep my promise made, +If thou, O King, approve and aid. +Come to my town thy son to see: +Bring holy guide and priest with thee. +O lord of kings, my suit allow, +And let me keep my promised vow. +So joying for thy children's sake +Their triumph too shalt thou partake, +With Viśvamitra's high consent.” +Such words with friendship eloquent +Spoke Janak, fair Videha's king, +By Śatananda's counselling.” +The envoys thus the king addressed, +And mighty joy his heart possessed. +To Vamadeva quick he cried, +Vaśishṭha, and his lords beside: +“Lakshman, and he, my princely boy +Who fills Kauśalya's soul with joy, +By Viśvamitra guarded well +Among the good Videhans dwell. +[pg 080] +Their ruler Janak, prompt to own +The peerless might my child has shown, +To him would knit in holy ties +His daughter, valour's lovely prize. +If Janak's plan seem good to you, +Come, speed we to his city too, +Nor let occasion idly by.” +He ceased. There came a glad reply +From priest and mighty saint and all +The councillors who thronged the hall. +Then cried the king with joyous heart: +“To-morrow let us all depart.” +That night the envoys entertained +With honour and all care remained. +Canto LXIX. Dasaratha's Visit. +Soon as the shades of night had fled, +Thus to the wise Sumantra said +The happy king, while priest and peer, +Each in his place, were standing near: +“Let all my treasurers to-day, +Set foremost in the long array, +With gold and precious gems supplied +In bounteous store, together ride. +And send you out a mighty force, +Foot, chariot, elephant, and horse. +Besides, let many a car of state, +And noblest steeds, my will await. +Vaśishṭha, Vamadeva sage, +And Markandeya's reverend age, +Javali, Kaśyap's godlike seed, +And wise Katyayana, shall lead. +Thy care, Sumantra, let it be +To yoke a chariot now for me, +That so we part without delay: +These envoys hasten me away.” +So fared he forth. That host, with speed, +Quadruple, as the king decreed, +With priests to head the bright array, +Followed the monarch on his way. +Four days they travelled on the road, +And eve Videha's kingdom showed. +Janak had left his royal seat +The venerable king to greet, +And, noblest, with these words addressed +That noblest lord, his happy guest: +“Hail, best of kings: a blessed fate +Has led thee, Monarch, to my state. +Thy sons, supreme in high emprise, +Will gladden now their father's eyes. +And high my fate, that hither leads +Vaśishṭha, bright with holy deeds, +Girt with these sages far-renowned, +Like Indra with the Gods around. +Joy! joy! for vanquished are my foes: +Joy! for my house in glory grows, +With Raghu's noblest sons allied, +Supreme in strength and valour's pride. +To-morrow with its early light +Will shine on my completed rite. +Then, sanctioned by the saints and thee, +The marriage of thy Rama see.” +Then Daśaratha, best of those +Whose speech in graceful order flows, +With gathered saints on every side, +Thus to the lord of earth replied: +“A truth is this I long have known, +A favour is the giver's own. +What thou shalt bid, O good and true, +We, as our power permits, will do.” +That answer of the truthful lord, +With virtuous worth and honour stored, +Janak, Videha's noble king, +Heard gladly, greatly marvelling. +With bosoms filled with pleasure met +Long-parted saint and anchoret, +And linked in friendship's tie they spent +The peaceful night in great content. +Rama and Lakshman thither sped, +By sainted Viśvamitra led, +And bent in filial love to greet +Their father, and embraced his feet. +The aged king, rejoiced to hear +And see again his children dear, +Honoured by Janak's thoughtful care, +With great enjoyment rested there. +King Janak, with attentive heed, +Consulted first his daughters' need, +And ordered all to speed the rite; +Then rested also for the night. +Canto LXX. The Maidens Sought. +Then with the morn's returning sun. +King Janak, when his rites were done, +Skilled all the charms of speech to know, +Spoke to wise Śatananda so: +“My brother, lord of glorious fame, +My younger, Kuśadhwaj by name, +Whose virtuous life has won renown, +Has settled in a lovely town, +Sankaśya, decked with grace divine, +Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, +While Ikshumatí rolls her wave +Her lofty rampart's foot to lave. +Him, holy priest, I long to see: +The guardian of my rite is he: +That my dear brother may not miss +A share of mine expected bliss.” +Thus in the presence of the priest +The royal Janak spoke, and ceased. +Then came his henchmen, prompt and brave, +[pg 081] +To whom his charge the monarch gave. +Soon as they heard his will, in haste +With fleetest steeds away they raced, +To lead with them that lord of kings, +As Indra's call Lord Vishnu brings. +Sankaśya's walls they duly gained, +And audience of the king obtained. +To him they told the news they brought +Of marvels past and Janak's thought. +Soon as the king the story knew +From those good envoys swift and true, +To Janak's wish he gave assent, +And swift to Míthila he went. +He paid to Janak reverence due, +And holy Śatananda too, +Then sate him on a glorious seat +For kings or Gods celestial meet. +Soon as the brothers, noble pair +Peerless in might, were seated there, +They gave the wise Sudaman, best +Of councillors, their high behest: +“Go, noble councillor,” they cried, +“And hither to our presence guide +Ikshvaku's son, Ayodhya's lord, +Invincible by foeman's sword, +With both his sons, each holy seer, +And every minister and peer.” +Sudaman to the palace flew, +And saw the mighty king who threw +Splendour on Raghu's splendid race, +Then bowed his head with seemly grace: +“O King, whose hand Ayodhya sways, +My lord, whom Míthila obeys, +Yearns with desire, if thou agree, +Thee with thy guide and priest to see.” +Soon as the councillor had ceased, +The king, with saint and peer and priest, +Sought, speeding through the palace gate, +The hall where Janak held his state. +There, with his nobles round him spread, +Thus to Videha's lord be said: +“Thou knowest, King, whose aid divine +Protects Ikshvaku's royal line. +In every need, whate'er befall, +The saint Vaśishṭha speaks for all. +If Viśvamitra so allow, +And all the saints around me now, +The sage will speak, at my desire, +As order and the truth require.” +Soon as the king his lips had stilled, +Up rose Vaśishṭha, speaker skilled. +And to Videha's lord began +In flowing words that holy man: +“From viewless Nature Brahma rose, +No change, no end, no waste he knows. +A son had he Maríchi styled, +And Kaśyap was Maríchi's child. +From him Vivasvat sprang: from him +Manu whose fame shall ne'er be dim. +Manu, who life to mortals gave, +Begot Ikshvaku good and brave. +First of Ayodhya's kings was he, +Pride of her famous dynasty. +From him the glorious Kukshi sprang, +Whose fame through all the regions rang. +Rival of Kukshi's ancient fame, +His heir, the great Vikukshi, came, +His son was Vana, lord of might; +His Anaranya, strong to fight. +His son was Prithu, glorious name; +From him the good Triśanku came. +He left a son renowned afar, +Known by the name of Dhundhumar. +His son, who drove the mighty car, +Was Yuvanaśva, feared in war. +He passed away. Him followed then +His son Mandhata, king of men. +His son was blest in high emprise, +Susandhi, fortunate and wise. +Two noble sons had he, to wit +Dhruvasandhi and Prasenajit. +Bharat was Dhruvasandhi's son, +And glorious fame that monarch won. +The warrior Asit he begot. +Asit had warfare, fierce and hot, +With rival kings in many a spot, +Haihayas, Talajanghas styled, +And Śaśivindus, strong and wild. +Long time he strove, but forced to yield +Fled from his kingdom and the field. +With his two wives away he fled +Where high Himalaya lifts his head, +And, all his wealth and glory past, +He paid the dues of Fate at last. +The wives he left had both conceived— +So is the ancient tale believed— +One, of her rival's hopes afraid +Fell poison in her viands laid. +It chanced that Chyavan, Bhrigu's child, +Had wandered to that pathless wild, +And there Himalaya's lovely height +Detained him with a strange delight. +There came the other widowed queen, +With lotus eyes and beauteous mien, +Longing a noble son to bear, +And wooed the saint with earnest prayer. +When thus Kalindi,248 fairest dame, +With reverent supplication came, +To her the holy sage replied: +“Born with the poison from thy side, +O happy Queen, shall spring ere long +An infant fortunate and strong. +Then weep no more, and check thy sighs, +Sweet lady of the lotus eyes.” +The queen, who loved her perished lord, +For meet reply, the saint adored, +And, of her husband long bereaved, +She bore a son by him conceived. +Because her rival mixed the bane +[pg 082] +To render her conception vain, +And fruit unripened to destroy, +Sagar249 she called her darling boy. +To Sagar Asamanj was heir: +Bright Anśuman his consort bare. +Anśuman's son, Dilípa famed, +Begot a son Bhagírath named. +From him the great Kakutstha rose: +From him came Raghu, feared by foes, +Of him sprang Purushadak bold, +Fierce hero of gigantic mould: +Kalmashapada's name he bore, +Because his feet were spotted o'er.250 +From him came Śankan, and from him +Sudarśan, fair in face and limb. +From beautiful Sudarśan came +Prince Agnivarna, bright as flame. +His son was Śíghraga, for speed +Unmatched; and Maru was his seed. +Praśuśruka was Maru's child; +His son was Ambarísha styled. +Nahush was Ambarísha's heir, +The mighty lord of regions fair: +Nahush begot Yayati: he, +Nabhag of happy destiny. +Son of Nabhag was Aja: his, +The glorious Daśaratha is, +Whose noble children boast to be +Rama and Lakshman, whom we see. +Thus do those kings of purest race +Their lineage from Ikshvaku trace: +Their hero lives the right maintained, +Their lips with falsehood ne'er were stained. +In Rama's and in Lakshman's name +Thy daughters as their wives I claim, +So shall in equal bands be tied +Each peerless youth with peerless bride.” +Canto LXXI. Janak's Pedigree. +Then to the saint supremely wise +King Janak spoke in suppliant guise: +“Deign, Hermit, with attentive ear, +Mv race's origin to hear. +When kings a daughter's hand bestow, +'Tis right their line and fame to show. +There was a king whose deeds and worth +Spread wide his name through heaven and earth, +Nimi, most virtuous e'en from youth, +The best of all who love the truth. +His son and heir was Mithi, and +His Janak, first who ruled this land. +He left a son Udavasu, +Blest with all virtues, good and true. +His son was Nandivardhan, dear +For pious heart and worth sincere. +His son Suketu, hero brave, +To Devarat, existence gave. +King Devarat, a royal sage, +For virtue, glory of the age, +Begot Vrihadratha; and he +Begot, his worthy heir to be, +The splendid hero Mahabír +Who long in glory governed here. +His son was Sudhriti, a youth +Firm in his purpose, brave in sooth, +His son was Dhrisṭaketu, blest +With pious will and holy breast. +The fame of royal saint he won: +Haryaśva was his princely son. +Haryaśva's son was Maru, who +Begot Pratíndhak, wise and true. +Next Kírtiratha held the throne, +His son, for gentle virtues known. +Then followed Devamidha, then +Vibudh, Mahandhrak, kings of men. +Mahandhrak's son, of boundless might, +Was Kírtirat, who loved the right. +He passed away, a sainted king, +And Maharoma following +To Swarnaroma left the state. +Then Hraśvaroma, good and great, +Succeeded, and to him a pair +Of sons his royal consort bare, +Elder of these I boast to be: +Brave Kuśadhwaj is next to me.251 +Me then, the elder of the twain, +My sire anointed here to reign. +He bade me tend my brother well, +Then to the forest went to dwell. +He sought the heavens, and I sustained +The burden as by law ordained, +And noble Kuśadhwaj, the peer +Of Gods, I ever held most dear. +Then came Sankaśya's mighty lord, +Sudhanva, threatening siege and sword, +And bade me swift on him bestow +Śiva's incomparable bow, +[pg 083] +And Síta of the lotus eyes: +But I refused each peerless prize. +Then, host to host, we met the foes, +And fierce the din of battle rose, +Sudhanva, foremost of his band, +Fell smitten by my single hand. +When thus Sankaśya's lord was slain, +I sanctified, as laws ordain, +My brother in his stead to reign, +Thus are we brothers, Saint most high +The younger he, the elder I. +Now, mighty Sage, my spirit joys +To give these maidens to the boys. +Let Síta be to Rama tied. +And Urmila be Lakshman's bride. +First give, O King, the gift of cows, +As dowry of each royal spouse, +Due offerings to the spirits pay, +And solemnize the wedding-day. +The moon tonight, O royal Sage, +In Magha's252 House takes harbourage; +On the third night his rays benign +In second Phalguni253 will shine: +Be that the day, with prosperous fate, +The nuptial rites to celebrate.” +Canto LXXII. The Gift Of Kine. +When royal Janak's words were done, +Joined with Vaśishṭha Kuśik's son, +The mighty sage began his speech: +“No mind may soar, no thought can reach +The glories of Ikshvaku's line, +Or, great Videha's King, of thine: +None in the whole wide world may vie +With them in fame and honours high. +Well matched, I ween, in holy bands, +These peerless pairs will join their hands. +But hear me as I speak once more; +Thy brother, skilled in duty's lore, +Has at his home a royal pair +Of daughters most divinely fair. +I for the hands of these sweet two +For Bharat and Śatrughna sue, +Both princes of heroic mould, +Wise, fair of form, and lofty-souled. +All Daśaratha's sons, I ween, +Own each young grace of form and mien: +Brave as the Gods are they, nor yield +To the great Lords the worlds who shield. +By these, good Prince of merits high, +Ikshvaku's house with thine ally.” +The suit the holy sage preferred, +With willing ear the monarch heard: +Vaśishṭha's lips the counsel praised: +Then spake the king with hands upraised: +“Now blest indeed my race I deem, +Which your high will, O Saints supreme, +With Daśaratha's house unites +In bonds of love and marriage rites. +So be it done. My nieces twain +Let Bharat and Śatrughna gain, +And the four youths the selfsame day +Four maiden hands in theirs shall lay. +No day so lucky may compare, +For marriage—so the wise declare— +With the last day of Phalguni +Ruled by the genial deity.” +Then with raised hands in reverence due +To those arch-saints he spoke anew: +“I am your pupil, ever true: +To me high favour have ye shown; +Come, sit ye on my royal throne, +For Daśaratha rules these towers +E'en as Ayodhya now is ours. +Do with your own whate'er ye choose: +Your lordship here will none refuse.” +He spoke, and to Videha's king +Thus Daśaratha, answering: +“Boundless your virtues, lords, whose sway +The realms of Mithila obey. +With honouring care you entertain. +Both holy sage and royal train. +Now to my house my steps I bend— +May blessings still on you at end— +Due offerings to the shades to pay.” +Thus spoke the king, and turned away: +To Janak first he bade adieu, +Then followed fast those holy two. +The monarch reached his palace where +The rites were paid with solemn care. +When the next sun began to shine +He rose and made his gift of kine. +A hundred thousand cows prepared +For each young prince the Brahmans shared. +Each had her horns adorned with gold; +And duly was the number told, +Four hundred thousand perfect tale: +Each brought a calf, each filled a pail. +And when that glorious task was o'er, +The monarch with his children four, +Showed like the Lord of Life divine +When the worlds' guardians round him shine. +[pg 084] +Canto LXXIII. The Nuptials. +On that same day that saw the king +His gift of kine distributing, +The lord of Kekaya's son, by name +Yudhajit, Bharat's uncle, came, +Asked of the monarch's health, and then +Addressed the reverend king of men: +“The lord of Kekaya's realm by me +Sends greeting, noble King, to thee: +Asks if the friends thy prayers would bless +Uninterrupted health possess. +Right anxious, mighty King, is he +My sister's princely boy to see. +For this I sought Ayodhya fair +The message of my sire to bear. +There learning, O my liege, that thou +With sons and noble kinsmen now +Wast resting here, I sought the place +Longing to see my nephew's face.” +The king with kind observance cheered +His friend by tender ties endeared, +And every choicest honour pressed +Upon his honourable guest. +That night with all his children spent, +At morn King Daśaratha went, +Behind Vaśishṭha and the rest, +To the fair ground for rites addressed. +Then when the lucky hour was nigh +Called Victory, of omen high, +Came Rama, after vow and prayer +For nuptial bliss and fortune fair, +With the three youths in bright attire, +And stood beside his royal sire. +To Janak then Vaśishṭha sped, +And to Videha's monarch said: +“O King, Ayodhya's ruler now +Has breathed the prayer and vowed the vow, +And with his sons expecting stands +The giver of the maidens' hands. +The giver and the taker both +Must ratify a mutual oath. +Perform the part for which we wait, +And rites of marriage celebrate.” +Skilled in the laws which Scriptures teach, +He answered thus Vaśishṭha's speech: +“O Saint, what warder bars the gate? +Whose bidding can the king await? +In one's own house what doubt is shown? +This kingdom, Sage, is all thine own. +E'en now the maidens may be found +Within the sacrificial ground: +Each vow is vowed and prayed each prayer, +And they, like fire, are shining there. +Here by the shrine my place I took +Expecting thee with eager look, +No bar the nuptial rites should stay: +What cause have we for more delay?” +When Janak's speech the monarch heard, +To sons and saints he gave the word, +And set them in the holy ring, +Then to Vaśishṭha spoke the king +Of Mithila: “O mighty Sage, +Now let this task thy care engage, +And lend thine aid and counsel wise +The nuptial rites to solemnize.” +The saint Vaśishṭha gave assent, +And quickly to the task he went, +With Viśvamitra, nothing loth, +And Śatananda aiding both. +Then, as the rules prescribe, they made +An altar in the midst, and laid +Fresh wreaths of fragrant flowers thereon. +The golden ladles round it shone; +And many a vase, which branches hid +Fixed in the perforated lid, +And sprays, and cups, and censers there +Stood filled with incense rich and rare; +Shell-bowls, and spoons, and salvers dressed +With gifts that greet the honoured guest; +Piles of parched rice some dishes bore, +Others with corn prepared ran o'er; +And holy grass was duly spread +In equal lengths, while prayers were said. +Next chief of saints, Vaśishṭha came +And laid the offering in the flame. +Then by the hand King Janak drew +His Síta, beautiful to view, +And placed her, bright in rich attire, +Rama to face, before the fire, +Thus speaking to the royal boy +Who filled Kauśalya's heart with joy: +“Here Síta stands, my daughter fair, +The duties of thy life to share. +Take from her father, take thy bride; +Join hand to hand, and bliss betide! +A faithful wife, most blest is she, +And as thy shade will follow thee.” +Thus as he spoke the monarch threw +O'er her young limbs the holy dew, +While Gods and saints were heard to swell +The joyous cry, 'Tis well! 'Tis well! +His daughter Síta thus bestowed, +O'er whom the sacred drops had flowed. +King Janak's heart with rapture glowed. +Then to Prince Lakshman thus he cried: +“Take Urmila thine offered bride, +And clasp her hand within thine own +Ere yet the lucky hour be flown.” +Then to Prince Bharat thus cried he; +“Come, take the hand of Mandavi.” +Then to Śatrughna: “In thy grasp +The hand of Srutakírti clasp. +Now, Raghu's sons, may all of you +Be gentle to your wives and true; +[pg 085] +Keep well the vows you make to-day, +Nor let occasion slip away.” +King Janak's word the youths obeyed; +The maidens' hands in theirs they laid. +Then with their brides the princes went +With ordered steps and reverent +Round both the fire and Janak, round +The sages and the sacred ground. +A flowery flood of lucid dyes +In rain descended from the skies, +While with celestial voices blent +Sweet strains from many an instrument, +And the nymphs danced in joyous throng +Responsive to the minstrel's song. +Such signs of exultation they +Saw on the princes' wedding day. +Still rang the heavenly music's sound +When Raghu's sons thrice circled round +The fire, each one with reverent head, +And homeward then their brides they led. +They to the sumptuous palace hied +That Janak's care had seen supplied. +The monarch girt with saint and peer +Still fondly gazing followed near. +Canto LXXIV. Rama With The Axe.254 +Soon as the night had reached its close +The hermit Viśvamitra rose; +To both the kings he bade adieu +And to the northern hill withdrew. +Ayodhya's lord of high renown +Received farewell, and sought his town. +Then as each daughter left her bower +King Janak gave a splendid dower, +Rugs, precious silks, a warrior force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +Divine to see and well arrayed; +And many a skilful tiring-maid, +And many a young and trusty slave +The father of the ladies gave. +Silver and coral, gold and pearls +He gave to his beloved girls. +These precious gifts the king bestowed +And sped his guest upon his road. +The lord of Mithila's sweet town +Rode to his court and lighted down. +Ayodhya's monarch, glad and gay, +Led by the seers pursued his way +With his dear sons of lofty mind: +The royal army marched behind. +As on he fared the voice he heard +Around of many a dismal bird, +And every beast in wild affright +Began to hurry to the right. +The monarch to Vaśishṭha cried: +“What strange misfortune will betide? +Why do the beasts in terror fly, +And birds of evil omen cry? +What is it shakes my heart with dread? +Why is my soul disquieted?” +Soon as he heard, the mighty saint +Thus answered Daśaratha's plaint +In sweetest tone: “Now, Monarch, mark, +And learn from me the meaning dark. +The voices of the birds of air +Great peril to the host declare: +The moving beasts the dread allay, +So drive thy whelming fear away,” +As he and Daśaratha spoke +A tempest from the welkin broke, +That shook the spacious earth amain +And hurled high trees upon the plain. +The sun grew dark with murky cloud, +And o'er the skies was cast a shroud, +While o'er the army, faint with dread, +A veil of dust and ashes spread. +King, princes, saints their sense retained, +Fear-stupefied the rest remained. +At length, their wits returning, all +Beneath the gloom and ashy pall +Saw Jamadagni's son with dread, +His long hair twisted round his head, +Who, sprung from Bhrigu, loved to beat +The proudest kings beneath his feet. +Firm as Kailasa's hill he showed, +Fierce as the fire of doom he glowed. +His axe upon his shoulder lay, +His bow was ready for the fray, +With thirsty arrows wont to fly +Like Lightnings from the angry sky. +A long keen arrow forth he drew, +Invincible like those which flew +From Śiva's ever-conquering bow +And Tripura in death laid low. +When his wild form, that struck with awe, +Fearful as ravening flame, they saw, +Vaśishṭha and the saints whose care +Was sacrifice and muttered prayer, +Drew close together, each to each, +And questioned thus with bated speech: +“Indignant at his father's fate +Will he on warriors vent his hate, +The slayers of his father slay, +And sweep the loathed race away? +But when of old his fury raged +Seas of their blood his wrath assuaged: +[pg 086] +So doubtless now he has not planned +To slay all warriors in the land.” +Then with a gift the saints drew near +To Bhrigu's son whose look was fear, +And Rama! Rama! soft they cried. +The gift he took, no word replied. +Then Bhrigu's son his silence broke +And thus to Rama Rama spoke: +Canto LXXV. The Parle. +“Heroic Rama, men proclaim +The marvels of thy matchless fame, +And I from loud-voiced rumour know +The exploit of the broken bow, +Yea, bent and broken, mighty Chief, +A feat most wondrous, past belief. +Stirred by thy fame thy face I sought: +A peerless bow I too have brought. +This mighty weapon, strong and dire, +Great Jamadagni owned, my sire. +Draw with its shaft my father's bow, +And thus thy might, O Rama, show. +This proof of prowess let me see— +The weapon bent and drawn by thee; +Then single fight our strength shall try, +And this shall raise thy glory high.” +King Daśaratha heard with dread +The boastful speech, and thus he said; +Raising his hands in suppliant guise, +With pallid cheek and timid eyes: +“Forgetful of the bloody feud +Ascetic toils hast thou pursued; +Then, Brahman, let thy children be +Untroubled and from danger free. +Sprung of the race of Bhrigu, who +Read holy lore, to vows most true, +Thou swarest to the Thousand-eyed +And thy fierce axe was cast aside. +Thou turnedst to thy rites away +Leaving the earth to Kaśyap's sway, +And wentest far a grove to seek +Beneath Mahendra's255 mountain peak. +Now, mighty Hermit, art thou here +To slay us all with doom severe? +For if alone my Rama fall, +We share his fate and perish all.” +As thus the aged sire complained +The mighty chief no answer deigned. +To Rama only thus he cried: +“Two bows, the Heavenly Artist's pride, +Celestial, peerless, vast, and strong, +By all the worlds were honoured long. +One to the Three-eyed God256 was given, +By glory to the conflict driven, +Thus armed fierce Tripura he slew: +And then by thee 'twas burst in two. +The second bow, which few may brave, +The highest Gods to Vishnu gave. +This bow I hold; before it fall +The foeman's fenced tower and wall. +Then prayed the Gods the Sire Most High +By some unerring proof to try +Were praise for might Lord Vishnu's due, +Or his whose Neck is stained with Blue.257 +The mighty Sire their wishes knew, +And he whose lips are ever true +Caused the two Gods to meet as foes. +Then fierce the rage of battle rose: +Bristled in dread each starting hair +As Śiva strove with Vishnu there. +But Vishnu raised his voice amain. +And Śiva's bowstring twanged in vain; +Its master of the Three bright Eyes +Stood fixt in fury and surprise. +Then all the dwellers in the sky, +Minstrel, and saint, and God drew nigh, +And prayed them that the strife might cease, +And the great rivals met in peace. +'Twas seen how Śiva's bow has failed +Unnerved, when Vishnu's might assailed, +And Gods and heavenly sages thence +To Vishnu gave preëminence. +Then glorious Śiva in his rage +Gave it to Devarat the sage +Who ruled Videha's fertile land, +To pass it down from hand to hand. +But this my bow, whose shafts smite down +The foeman's fenced tower and town, +To great Richíka Vishnu lent +To be a pledge and ornament, +Then Jamadagni, Brahman dread, +My sire, the bow inherited. +But Arjun stooped to treachery vile +And slew my noble sire by guile, +Whose penance awful strength had gained, +Whose hand the God-given bow retained. +[pg 087] +I heard indignant how he fell +By mournful fate, too sad to tell. +My vengeful fury since that time +Scourges all Warriors for the crime. +As generations spring to life +I war them down in endless strife. +All earth I brought beneath my sway, +And gave it for his meed and pay +To holy Kaśyap, when of yore +The rites performed by him were o'er. +Then to Mahendra's hill I turned +Strong in the strength that penance earned, +And toiled upon his lofty head +By Gods immortal visited. +The breaking of the bow I knew +From startled Gods conversing, through +The airy regions, of thy deed, +And hither came with swiftest speed. +Now, for thy Warrior's honour sake, +This best of bows, O Rama, take: +This, owned by Vishnu's self of old, +My sire and grandsire loved to hold. +Drawn to its head upon the string, +One town-destroying arrow bring; +If this thou can, O hero, I +In single fight thy strength will try.” +Canto LXXVI. Debarred From Heaven. +The haughty challenge, undeterred +The son of Daśaratha heard, +And cried, while reverence for his sire +Checked the full torrent of his ire: +“Before this day have I been told +The deed that stained thy hands of old. +But pity bids my soul forget: +Thy father, murdered, claimed the debt. +My strength, O Chief, thou deemest slight, +Too feeble for a Warrior's might. +Now will I show thy wondering eyes +The prowess which they dare despise.” +He hastened then with graceful ease +That mighty bow and shaft to seize. +His hand the weapon strung and swayed: +The arrow on the string was laid. +Then Jamadagni's son he eyed, +And thus in words of fury cried: +“Thou art a Brahman, still to be +Most highly honoured, Chief, by me. +For Viśvamitra's sake beside +Shall reverence due be ne'er denied. +Though mine the power, I would not send +A dart at thee thy life to end. +But thy great power to wander free, +Which penance-rites have won for thee, +Or glorious worlds from thee to wrest, +Is the firm purpose of my breast, +And Vishnu's dart which now I strain +Can ne'er be shot to fall in vain: +It strikes the mighty, and it stuns +The madness of the haughty ones.” +Then Gods, and saints and heavenly choir +Preceded by the General Sire, +Met in the air and gazed below +On Rama with that wondrous bow. +Nymph, minstrel, angel, all were there, +Snake-God, and spirit of the air, +Giant, and bard, and gryphon, met, +Their eyes upon the marvel set. +In senseless hush the world was chained +While Rama's hand the bow retained, +And Jamadagni's son amazed +And powerless on the hero gazed. +Then when his swelling heart had shrunk, +And his proud strength in torpor sunk, +Scarce his voice ventured, low and weak, +To Rama lotus-eyed, to speak: +“When long ago I gave away +The whole broad land to Kaśyap's sway +He charged me never to remain +Within the limits of his reign. +Obedient to my guide's behest +On earth by night I never rest. +My choice is made, I will not dim +Mine honour and be false to him. +So, son of Raghu, leave me still +The power to wander where I will, +And swifter than the thought my flight +Shall place me on Mahendra's height. +My mansions of eternal joy, +By penance won, thou mayst destroy, +My path to these thy shaft may stay. +Now to the work! No more delay! +I know thee Lord of Gods; I know +Thy changeless might laid Madhu low. +All other hands would surely fail +To bend this bow. All hail! all hail! +See! all the Gods have left the skies +To bend on thee their eager eyes, +With whose achievements none compete, +Whose arm in war no God can meet. +No shame is mine, I ween, for thou, +Lord of the Worlds, hast dimmed my brow. +Now, pious Rama, 'tis thy part +To shoot afar that glorious dart: +I, when the fatal shaft is shot, +Will seek that hill and tarry not.” +He ceased. The wondrous arrow flew, +And Jamadagni's offspring knew +Those glorious worlds to him were barred, +Once gained by penance long and hard. +Then straight the airy quarters cleared, +And the mid regions bright appeared, +While Gods and saints unnumbered praised +Rama, the mighty bow who raised. +And Jamadagni's son, o'erawed. +Extolled his name with highest laud, +[pg 088] +With reverent steps around him strode, +Then hastened on his airy road. +Far from the sight of all he fled, +And rested on Mahendra's head. +Canto LXXVII. Bharat's Departure. +Then Rama with a cheerful mind +The bow to Varun's hand resigned. +Due reverence to the saints he paid, +And thus addressed his sire dismayed: +“As Bhrigu's son is far from view, +Now let the host its march pursue, +And to Ayodhya's town proceed +In four-fold bands, with thee to lead.” +King Daśaratha thus addressed +His lips to Rama's forehead pressed, +And held him to his aged breast. +Rejoiced in sooth was he to know +That Bhrigu's son had parted so, +And hailed a second life begun +For him and his victorious son. +He urged the host to speed renewed, +And soon Ayodhya's gates he viewed. +High o'er the roofs gay pennons played; +Tabour and drum loud music made; +Fresh water cooled the royal road, +And flowers in bright profusion glowed. +Glad crowds with garlands thronged the ways +Rejoicing on their king to gaze +And all the town was bright and gay +Exalting in the festive day. +People and Brahmans flocked to meet +Their monarch ere he gained the street. +The glorious king amid the throng +Rode with his glorious sons along, +And passed within his dear abode +That like Himalaya's mountain showed. +And there Kauśalya, noble queen, +Sumitra with her lovely mien, +Kaikeyí of the dainty waist, +And other dames his bowers who graced, +Stood in the palace side by side +And welcomed home each youthful bride: +Fair Síta, lofty-fated dame, +Urmila of the glorious fame, +And Kuśadhwaj's children fair, +With joyous greeting and with prayer, +As all in linen robes arrayed +With offerings at the altars prayed. +Due reverence paid to God above, +Each princess gave her soul to love, +And hidden in her inmost bower +Passed with her lord each blissful hour. +The royal youths, of spirit high, +With whom in valor none could vie, +Lived each within his palace bounds +Bright as Kuvera's pleasure-grounds, +With riches, troops of faithful friends, +And bliss that wedded life attends: +Brave princes trained in warlike skill, +And duteous to their father's will. +At length the monarch called one morn +Prince Bharat, of Kaikeyí born, +And cried: “My son, within our gates +Lord Yudhajit thine uncle waits. +The son of Kekaya's king is he, +And came, my child, to summon thee.” +Then Bharat for the road prepared, +And with Śatrughna forth he fared. +First to his sire he bade adieu, +Brave Rama, and his mothers too. +Lord Yudhajit with joyful pride +Went forth, the brothers by his side, +And reached the city where he dwelt: +And mighty joy his father felt. +Rama and Lakshman honoured still +Their godlike sire with duteous will. +Two constant guides for Rama stood, +His father's wish, the people's good. +Attentive to the general weal +He thought and wrought to please and heal. +His mothers too he strove to please +With love and sonly courtesies. +At every time, in every spot, +His holy guides he ne'er forgot. +So for his virtues kind and true +Dearer and dearer Rama grew +To Daśaratha, Brahmans, all +In town and country, great and small. +And Rama by his darling's side +Saw many a blissful season glide, +Lodged in her soul, each thought on her, +Lover, and friend, and worshipper. +He loved her for his father's voice +Had given her and approved the choice: +He loved her for each charm she wore +And her sweet virtues more and more. +So he her lord and second life +Dwelt in the bosom of his wife, +In double form, that, e'en apart, +Each heart could commune free with heart. +Still grew that child of Janak's race, +More goddess-fair in form and face, +The loveliest wife that e'er was seen, +In mortal mould sweet Beauty's Queen. +Then shone the son Kauśalya bore, +With this bright dame allied, +Like Vishnu whom the Gods adore, +With Lakshmi by his side. +[pg 089] +BOOK II. +Canto I. The Heir Apparent. +So Bharat to his grandsire went +Obedient to the message sent, +And for his fond companion chose +Śatrughna slayer of his foes.258 +There Bharat for a time remained +With love and honour entertained, +King Aśvapati's constant care, +Beloved as a son and heir. +Yet ever, as they lived at ease, +While all around combined to please, +The aged sire they left behind +Was present to each hero's mind. +Nor could the king's fond memory stray +From his brave children far away, +Dear Bharat and Śatrughna dear, +Each Varun's match or Indra's peer. +To all the princes, young and brave, +His soul with fond affection clave; +Around his loving heart they clung +Like arms from his own body sprung.259 +But best and noblest of the four, +Good as the God whom all adore, +Lord of all virtues, undefiled, +His darling was his eldest child. +For he was beautiful and strong, +From envy free, the foe of wrong, +With all his father's virtues blest, +And peerless in the world confessed. +With placid soul he softly spoke: +No harsh reply could taunts provoke. +He ever loved the good and sage +Revered for virtue and for age, +And when his martial tasks were o'er +Sate listening to their peaceful lore. +Wise, modest, pure, he honoured eld, +His lips from lying tales withheld; +Due reverence to the Brahmans gave, +And ruled each passion like a slave. +Most tender, prompt at duty's call, +Loved by all men he loved them all. +Proud of the duties of his race, +With spirit meet for Warrior's place. +He strove to win by glorious deed, +Throned with the Gods, a priceless meed. +With him in speech and quick reply +Vrihaspati might hardly vie, +But never would his accents flow +For evil or for empty show. +In art and science duly trained, +His student vow he well maintained; +He learnt the lore for princes fit, +The Vedas and their Holy Writ, +And with his well-drawn bow at last +His mighty father's fame surpassed. +Of birth exalted, truthful, just, +With vigorous hand, with noble trust, +Well taught by aged twice-born men +Who gain and right could clearly ken, +Full well the claims and bounds he knew +Of duty, gain, and pleasure too: +Of memory keen, of ready tact, +In civil business prompt to act. +Reserved, his features ne'er disclosed +What counsel in his heart reposed. +All idle rage and mirth controlled, +He knew the times to give and hold, +Firm in his faith, of steadfast will, +He sought no wrong, he spoke no ill: +Not rashly swift, not idly slow, +His faults and others' keen to know. +Each merit, by his subtle sense; +He matched with proper recompense. +He knew the means that wealth provide, +And with keen eye expense could guide. +Wild elephants could he reclaim, +And mettled steeds could mount and tame. +No arm like his the bow could wield, +Or drive the chariot to the field. +Skilled to attack, to deal the blow, +Or lead a host against the foe: +Yea, e'en infuriate Gods would fear +To meet his arm in full career. +As the great sun in noontide blaze +Is glorious with his world of rays, +So Rama with these virtues shone +Which all men loved to gaze upon. +The aged monarch fain would rest, +And said within his weary breast, +“Oh that I might, while living yet, +My Rama o'er the kingdom set. +And see, before my course be run, +The hallowed drops anoint my son; +See all this spacious land obey, +From side to side, my first-born's sway, +And then, my life and joy complete, +Obtain in heaven a blissful seat!” +In him the monarch saw combined +The fairest form, the noblest mind, +And counselled how his son might share, +The throne with him as Regent Heir. +For fearful signs in earth and sky, +And weakness warned him death was nigh: +But Rama to the world endeared +By every grace his bosom cheered, +[pg 090] +The moon of every eye, whose ray +Drove all his grief and fear away. +So duty urged that hour to seize, +Himself, his realm, to bless and please. +From town and country, far and near, +He summoned people, prince, and peer. +To each he gave a meet abode, +And honoured all and gifts bestowed. +Then, splendid in his king's attire, +He viewed them, as the general Sire, +In glory of a God arrayed, +Looks on the creatures he has made. +But Kekaya's king he called not then +For haste, nor Janak, lord of men; +For after to each royal friend +The joyful tidings he would send. +Mid crowds from distant countries met +The king upon his throne was set; +Then honoured by the people, all +The rulers thronged into the hall. +On thrones assigned, each king in place +Looked silent on the monarch's face. +Then girt by lords of high renown +And throngs from hamlet and from town +He showed in regal pride, +As, honoured by the radiant band +Of blessed Gods that round him stand, +Lord Indra, Thousand-eyed. +Canto II. The People's Speech. +Then to the full assembly bowed +The monarch, and addressed the crowd +With gracious speech, in accents loud +As heavenly drum or thunder-cloud: +“Needs not to you who know declare +How ever with paternal care +My fathers of Ikshvaku's line +Have ruled the realm which now is mine. +I too have taught my feet to tread +The pathway of the mighty dead, +And with fond care that never slept +Have, as I could, my people kept. +So toiling still, and ne'er remiss +For all my people's weal and bliss, +Beneath the white umbrella's260 shade. +Old age is come and strength decayed. +Thousands of years have o'er me flown, +And generations round me grown +And passed away. I crave at length +Repose and ease for broken strength. +Feeble and worn I scarce can bear +The ruler's toil, the judge's care, +With royal dignity, a weight +That tries the young and temperate. +I long to rest, my labour done, +And in my place to set my son, +If to the twice-born gathered here +My counsel wise and good appear. +For greater gifts than mine adorn +Rama my son, my eldest-born. +Like Indra brave, before him fall +The foeman's cities, tower and wall. +Him prince of men for power and might, +The best maintainer of the right, +Fair as the moon when nothing bars +His glory close to Pushya's stars, +Him with to-morrow's light I fain +Would throne the consort of my reign. +A worthy lord for you, I ween, +Marked as her own by Fortune's Queen. +The triple world itself would be +Well ruled by such a king as he. +To such high bliss and happy fate +Will I the country dedicate, +And my sad heart will cease to grieve +If he the precious charge receive. +Thus is my careful plan matured, +Thus for myself is rest secured; +Lieges, approve the words I say, +Or point ye out some wiser way. +Devise your prudent plan. My mind +Is fondly to this thought inclined, +But men by keen debating move +Some middle course which all approve.” +The monarch ceased. In answer came +The joyous princes' glad acclaim. +So peacocks in the rain rejoice +And hail the cloud with lifted voice. +Murmurs of joy from thousands round +Shook the high palace with the sound. +Then when the gathered throng had learned +His will who right and gain discerned, +Peasant and townsman, priest and chief, +All met in consultation brief, +And soon agreed with one accord +Gave answer to their sovereign lord: +“King of the land, we know thee old: +Thousands of years have o'er thee rolled, +Rama thy son, we pray, anoint, +And at thy side his place appoint +Our gallant prince, so brave and strong, +Riding in royal state along, +Our eyes with joyful pride will see +Screened by the shade that shelters thee.” +Then spake the king again, as though +Their hearts' true wish he sought to know: +“These prayers for Rama's rule suggest +One question to my doubting breast. +This thing, I pray, with truth explain: +Why would ye, while I justly reign, +That he, mine eldest son, should bear +His part with me as ruling heir?” +Then all the people made reply, +Peasant and townsman, low and high: +“Each noblest gift of form and mind, +[pg 091] +O Monarch, in thy son we find. +Do thou the godlike virtues hear +Which Rama to our hearts endear. +So richly blest with graces, none +In all the earth excels thy son: +Nay, who to match with him may claim +In truth, in justice, and in fame? +True to his promise, gentle, kind, +Unenvious, of grateful mind, +Versed in the law and firm of soul, +He keeps each sense with strict control. +With duteous care he loves to sit +By Brahmans skilled in Holy Writ. +Hence brightest glory, ne'er to end, +And matchless fame his youth attend. +Skilled in the use of spear and shield, +And arms which heavenly warriors wield, +Supreme in war, unconquered yet +By man, fiend, God in battle met, +Whene'er in pomp of war he goes +'Gainst town or city of the foes, +He ever comes with Lakshman back +Victorious from the fierce attack. +Returning homeward from afar +Borne on his elephant or car, +He ever to the townsmen bends +And greets them as beloved friends, +Asks how each son, each servant thrives, +How fare our pupils, offerings, wives; +And like a father bids us tell, +Each for himself, that all is well. +If pain or grief the city tries +His heart is swift to sympathize. +When festive scenes our thoughts employ +He like a father shares the joy. +High is the fate, O King, that gave +Thy Rama born to bless and save, +With filial virtues fair and mild +Like Kaśyap old Maríchi's child. +Hence to the kingdom's distant ends +One general prayer for him ascends. +Each man in town and country prays +For Rama's strength, health, length of days. +With hearts sincere, their wish the same, +The tender girl, the aged dame, +Subject and stranger, peasant, hind, +One thought impressed on every mind, +At evening and at dawning day +To all the Gods for Rama pray. +Do thou, O King, of grace comply, +And hear the people's longing cry, +And let us on the throne by thee +The lotus-tinted Rama see. +O thou who givest boons, attend; +A gracious ear, O Monarch, lend +And for our weal install, +Consenting to our earnest prayer, +Thy godlike Rama Regent Heir, +Who seeks the good of all.” +Canto III. Dasaratha's Precepts. +The monarch with the prayer complied +Of suppliant hands, on every side +Uplifted like a lotus-bed: +And then these gracious words he said: +“Great joy and mighty fame are mine +Because your loving hearts incline, +In full assembly clearly shown +To place my Rama on the throne.” +Then to Vaśishṭha, standing near, +And Vamadeva loud and clear +The monarch spoke that all might hear: +“'Tis pure and lovely Chaitra now +When flowers are sweet on every bough; +All needful things with haste prepare +That Rama be appointed heir.” +Then burst the people's rapture out +In loud acclaim and joyful shout; +And when the tumult slowly ceased +The king addressed the holy priest: +“Give order, Saint, with watchful heed +For what the coming rite will need. +This day let all things ready wait +Mine eldest son to consecrate.” +Best of all men of second birth +Vaśishṭha heard the lord of earth, +And gave commandment to the bands +Of servitors with lifted hands +Who waited on their master's eye: +“Now by to-morrow's dawn supply +Rich gold and herbs and gems of price +And offerings for the sacrifice, +Wreaths of white flowers and roasted rice, +And oil and honey, separate; +New garments and a car of state, +An elephant with lucky signs, +A fourfold host in ordered lines, +The white umbrella, and a pair +Of chowries,261 and a banner fair; +A hundred vases, row on row, +To shine like fire in splendid glow, +A tiger's mighty skin, a bull +With gilded horns most beautiful. +All these, at dawn of coming day, +Around the royal shrine array, +Where burns the fire's undying ray. +Each palace door, each city gate +With wreaths of sandal decorate. +And with the garlands' fragrant scent +Let clouds of incense-smoke be blent. +Let food of noble kind and taste +Be for a hundred thousand placed; +Fresh curds with streams of milk bedewed +To feed the Brahman multitude. +[pg 092] +With care be all their wants supplied. +And mid the twice-born chiefs divide +Rich largess, with the early morn, +And oil and curds and roasted corn. +Soon as the sun has shown his light +Pronounce the prayer to bless the rite, +And then be all the Brahmans called +And in their ordered seats installed. +Let all musicians skilled to play, +And dancing-girls in bright array +Stand ready in the second ring +Within the palace of the king. +Each honoured tree, each holy shrine +With leaves and flowery wreaths entwine, +And here and there beneath the shade +Be food prepared and presents laid. +Then brightly clad, in warlike guise, +With long swords girt upon their thighs, +Let soldiers of the nobler sort +March to the monarch's splendid court.” +Thus gave command the twice-born pair +To active servants stationed there. +Then hastened to the king and said +That all their task was duly sped, +The king to wise Sumantra spake: +“Now quick, my lord, thy chariot take, +And hither with thy swiftest speed +My son, my noble Rama lead.” +Sumantra, ere the word was given, +His chariot from the court had driven, +And Rama, best of all who ride +In cars, came sitting by his side. +The lords of men had hastened forth +From east and west and south and north, +aryan and stranger, those who dwell +In the wild wood and on the fell, +And as the Gods to Indra, they +Showed honour to the king that day. +Like Vasav, when his glorious form +Is circled by the Gods of storm, +Girt in his hall by kings he saw +His car-borne Rama near him draw, +Like him who rules the minstrel band +Of heaven;262 whose valour filled the land, +Of mighty arm and stately pride +Like a wild elephant in stride, +As fair in face as that fair stone +Dear to the moon, of moonbeams grown,263 +With noble gifts and grace that took +The hearts of all, and chained each look, +World-cheering as the Lord of Rain +When floods relieve the parching plain. +The father, as the son came nigh, +Gazed with an ever-thirstier eye. +Sumantra helped the prince alight +From the good chariot passing bright, +And as to meet his sire he went +Followed behind him reverent. +Then Rama clomb, the king to seek +That terrace like Kailasa's peak, +And reached the presence of the king, +Sumantra closely following. +Before his father's face he came, +Raised suppliant hands and named his name,264 +And bowing lowly as is meet +Paid reverence to the monarch's feet. +But soon as Daśaratha viewed +The prince in humble attitude, +He raised him by the hand in haste +And his beloved son embraced, +Then signed him to a glorious throne, +Gem-decked and golden, near his own. +Then Rama, best of Raghu's line, +Made the fair seat with lustre shine +As when the orient sun upsprings +And his pure beam on Meru flings. +The glory flashed on roof and wall, +And with strange sheen suffused the hall, +As when the moon's pure rays are sent +Through autumn's star-lit firmament. +Then swelled his breast with joy and pride +As his dear son the father eyed, +E'en as himself more fair arrayed +In some clear mirror's face displayed. +The aged monarch gazed awhile, +Then thus addressed him with a smile, +As Kaśyap, whom the worlds revere, +Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear: +“O thou of all my sons most dear, +In virtue best, thy father's peer, +Child of my consort first in place, +Mine equal in her pride of race, +Because the people's hearts are bound +To thee by graces in thee found, +Be thou in Pushya's favouring hour +Made partner of my royal power. +I know that thou by nature's bent +Both modest art and excellent, +But though thy gifts no counsel need +My love suggests the friendly rede. +Mine own dear son, be modest still, +And rule each sense with earnest will. +Keep thou the evils far away +That spring from love and anger's sway. +Thy noble course alike pursue +In secret as in open view, +And every nerve, the love to gain +Of ministers and subjects, strain. +The happy prince who sees with pride +His thriving people satisfied; +Whose arsenals with arms are stored, +And treasury with golden hoard,— +[pg 093] +His friends rejoice as joyed the Blest +When Amrit crowned their eager quest. +So well, my child, thy course maintain, +And from all ill thy soul refrain.” +The friends of Rama, gathered nigh, +Longing their lord to gratify, +Ran to Kauśalya's bower to tell +The tidings that would please her well. +She, host of dames, with many a gem, +And gold, and kine rewarded them. +Then Rama paid the reverence due, +Mounted the chariot, and withdrew, +And to his splendid dwelling drove +While crowds to show him honour strove. +The people, when the monarch's speech +Their willing ears had heard, +Were wild with joy as though on each +Great gifts had been conferred. +With meek and low salute each man +Turned to his home away, +And there with happy heart began +To all the Gods to pray. +Canto IV. Rama Summoned. +The crowd dismissed, to high debate +The monarch called his peers of state, +And, counsel from their lips obtained, +Firm in his will his will explained: +“To-morrow with auspicious ray +The moon in Pushya's sign will stay; +Be that the time with happy fate +Mine eldest son to consecrate, +And let my Rama, lotus-eyed, +As Regent o'er the state preside.” +He sought, within, his charioteer, +And cried “Again bring Rama here.” +To Rama's home Sumantra hied +Again to be the prince's guide. +His coming, told to Rama's ear, +Suggested anxious doubt and fear. +He bade the messenger be led +That instant in, and thus he said: +“Tell me the cause, omitting naught, +Why thou again my house hast sought.” +The envoy answered: “Prince, thy sire +Has sent thy presence to require. +My sender known, 'tis thine to say +If thou wilt go or answer nay.” +Then Rama, when he heard his speech, +Made haste the royal court to reach. +Soon as the monarch was aware +His dearest son was waiting there, +Eager the parley to begin +He bade them lead the prince within, +Soon as he passed the chamber door +The hero bent him to the floor, +And at a distance from his seat +Raised his joined hands his sire to greet. +The monarch raised him from the ground, +And loving arms about him wound, +Then pointed to a seat that shone +With gold for him to rest upon. +“Aged am I,” he said, “and worn; +In life's best joys my share have borne; +Rites to the Gods, in hundreds, paid, +With gifts of corn and largess made. +I yearned for sons: my life is blest +With them and thee of sons the best. +No debt to saints or Brahmans, no, +Nor spirits, Gods, or self I owe. +One duty now remains alone, +To set thee on thy father's throne. +Now therefore, Rama, hear my rede, +And mark my words with duteous heed: +This day the peoples' general voice, +Elects thee king of love and choice, +And I, consenting to the prayer, +Will make thee, darling, Regent Heir. +Dread visions, each returning night, +With evil omens scare my sight. +Red meteors with a fearful sound +Shoot wildly downward to the ground, +While tempests lash the troubled air; +And they who read the stars declare +That, leagued against my natal sign, +Rahu,265 the Sun,266 and Mars combine. +When portents dire as these appear, +A monarch's death or woe is near. +Then while my senses yet are spared, +And thought and will are unimpaired, +Be thou, my son, anointed king: +Men's fancy is a fickle thing. +To-day the moon, in order due, +Entered the sign Punarvasu,267 +To-morrow, as the wise foretell, +In Pushya's favouring stars will dwell: +Then on the throne shalt thou be placed. +My soul, prophetic, counsels haste: +Thee, O my son, to-morrow I +As Regent Heir will sanctify. +So till the coming night be passed +Do thou and Síta strictly fast: +From worldly thoughts thy soul refrain, +And couched on holy grass remain. +[pg 094] +And let thy trusted lords attend +In careful watch upon their friend, +For, unexpected, check and bar +Our weightiest counsels often mar. +While Bharat too is far away +Making with royal kin his stay, +I deem the fittest time of all +Thee, chosen Regent, to install. +It may be Bharat still has stood +True to the counsels of the good, +Faithful to thee with tender trust, +With governed senses, pure and just. +But human minds, too well I know, +Will sudden changes undergo, +And by their constant deeds alone +The virtue of the good is shown. +Now, Rama, go. My son, good night! +Fixt is to-morrow for the rite.” +Then Rama paid the reverence due, +And quickly to his home withdrew. +He passed within, nor lingered there, +But sought his mother's mansion, where +The dame in linen robes arrayed +Devoutly in the chapel prayed +To Fortune's Queen, with utterance checked, +That she her Rama would protect. +There was Sumitra too, and there +Was Lakshman led by loving care: +And when the royal choice they knew +Síta in haste was summoned too. +Absorbed, with half-shut eyes, the queen +Attended by the three was seen. +She knew that Pushya's lucky hour +Would raise her son to royal power, +So fixed with bated breath each thought +On God supreme, by all men sought. +To her, as thus she knelt and prayed, +Rama drew near, due reverence paid, +And then to swell his mother's joy, +Thus spoke her own beloved boy; +“O mother dear, my sire's decree +Entrusts the people's weal to me. +To-morrow I, for so his will, +Anointed king, the throne shall fill. +The few last hours till night shall end +Síta with me must fasting spend, +For so my father has decreed, +And holy priests with him agreed. +What vows soever thou mayst deem +My consecration's eve beseem, +Do thou, sweet mother, for my sake +And for beloved Síta's make.” +When the glad news Kauśalya heard, +So long desired, so long deferred, +While tears of joy her utterance broke, +In answer to her son she spoke: +“Long be thy life, my darling: now +Thy prostrate foes before thee bow. +Live long and with thy bright success +My friends and dear Sumitra's bless. +Surely the stars were wondrous fair +When thee, sweet son, thy mother bare, +That thy good gifts such love inspire +And win the favour of thy sire. +With thee I travailed not in vain; +Those lotus eyes reward my pain, +And all the glory of the line +Of old Ikshvaku will be thine.” +He smiled, and on his brother gazed +Who sate with reverent hands upraised, +And said: “My brother, thou must be +Joint-ruler of this land with me. +My second self thou, Lakshman, art, +And in my fortune bearest part. +Be thine, Sumitra's son, to know +The joys from regal power that flow. +My life itself, the monarch's seat, +For thy dear sake to me are sweet.” +Thus Rama to his brother said, +To both his mothers268 bowed his head, +And then with Síta by his side +To his own house the hero hied. +Canto V. Rama's Fast. +Then Saint Vaśishṭha to the king +Came ready at his summoning. +“Now go,” exclaimed the monarch, “thou +Enriched by fervent rite and vow, +For Rama and his wife ordain +The fast, that joy may bless his reign.” +The best of those who Scripture know +Said to the king, “My lord, I go.” +To Rama's house Vaśishṭha hied, +The hero's fast by rule to guide, +And skilled in sacred texts to tell +Each step to him instructed well. +Straight to Prince Rama's high abode, +That like a cloud pale-tinted showed, +Borne in his priestly car he rode. +Two courts he passed, and in the third +He stayed his car. Then Rama heard +The holy sage was come, and flew +To honour him with honour due. +He hastened to the car and lent +His hand to aid the priest's descent. +Then spoke Vaśishṭha words like these, +Pleased with his reverent courtesies, +With pleasant things his heart to cheer +Who best deserved glad news to hear: +“Prince, thou hast won thy father's grace, +And thine will be the Regent's place: +Now with thy Síta, as is right, +In strictest fasting spend the night, +[pg 095] +For when the morrow's dawn is fair +The king will consecrate his heir: +So Nahush,269 as the wise relate, +Yayati joyed to consecrate.” +Thus having said, Vaśishṭha next +Ordained the fast by rule and text, +For Rama faithful to his vows +And the Videhan dame his spouse. +Then from the prince's house he hied +With courteous honours gratified. +Round Rama gathered every friend +In pleasant talk a while to spend. +He bade good night to all at last, +And to his inner chamber passed. +Then Rama's house shone bright and gay +With men and maids in glad array, +As in the morning some fair lake +When all her lotuses awake, +And every bird that loves the flood +Flits joyous round each opening bud. +Forth from the house Vaśishṭha drove, +That with the king's in splendour strove, +And all the royal street he viewed +Filled with a mighty multitude +The eager concourse blocked each square, +Each road and lane and thoroughfare, +And joyous shouts on every side +Rose like the roar of Ocean's tide, +As streams of men together came +With loud huzza and glad acclaim. +The ways were watered, swept and clean, +And decked with flowers and garlands green +And all Ayodhya shone arrayed +With banners on the roofs that played. +Men, women, boys with eager eyes, +Expecting when the sun should rise, +Stood longing for the herald ray +Of Rama's consecration day, +To see, a source of joy to all, +The people-honoured festival. +The priest advancing slowly through +The mighty crowd he cleft in two, +Near to the monarch's palace drew. +He sought the terrace, by the stair, +Like a white cloud-peak high in air, +The reverend king of men to meet +Who sate upon his splendid seat: +Thus will Vṛihaspati arise +To meet the monarch of the skies. +But when the king his coming knew, +He left his throne and near him drew +Questioned by him Vaśishṭha said +That all his task was duly sped. +Then all who sate there, honouring +Vaśishṭha, rose as rose the king. +Vaśishṭha bade his lord adieu, +And all the peers, dismissed, withdrew. +Then as a royal lion seeks +His cave beneath the rocky peaks, +So to the chambers where abode +His consorts Daśaratha strode. +Full-thronged were those delightful bowers +With women richly dressed, +And splendid as the radiant towers +Where Indra loves to rest. +Then brighter flashed a thousand eyes +With the light his presence lent, +As, when the moon begins to rise +The star thronged firmament. +Canto VI. The City Decorated. +Then Rama bathed in order due, +His mind from worldly thoughts withdrew, +And with his large-eyed wife besought +Narayan, as a votary ought. +Upon his head the brimming cup +Of holy oil he lifted up, +Then placed within the kindled fire +The offering to that heavenly Sire, +And as he sipped the remnant prayed +To Him for blessing and for aid. +Then with still lips and tranquil mind +With his Videhan he reclined, +In Vishnu's chapel, on a bed +Where holy grass was duly spread, +While still the prince's every thought +The God supreme, Narayan, sought. +One watch remained the night to close +When Rama from his couch arose, +And bade the men and maids adorn +His palace for the solemn morn. +He heard the bards and heralds raise +Auspicious strains of joy and praise; +And breathed devout, with voice restrained, +The hymn for morning rites ordained; +Then, with his head in reverence bowed, +Praised Madhu's conquering foe aloud, +And, in pure linen robes arrayed, +The priests to raise their voices prayed. +Obedient to the summons they +Proclaimed to all the festal day. +The Brahmans' voices, deep and sweet, +Resounded through the crowded street, +And echoed through Ayodhya went +By many a loud-toned instrument. +Then all the people joyed to hear +That Rama with his consort dear +Had fasted till the morning light +In preparation for the rite. +Swiftly the joyful tidings through +Ayodhya's crowded city flew, +And soon as dawn appeared, each man +To decorate the town began. +[pg 096] +In all the temples bright and fair +As white clouds towering in the air, +In streets, and where the cross-ways met, +Where holy fig-trees had been set, +In open square, in sacred shade, +Where merchants' shops their wealth displayed, +On all the mansions of the great, +And householders of wealth and state, +Where'er the people loved to meet, +Where'er a tree adorned the street, +Gay banners floated to the wind, +And ribands round the staves were twined. +Then clear the singers' voices rang, +As, charming mind and ear, they sang. +Here players shone in bright attire, +There dancing women swelled the quire. +Each with his friend had much to say +Of Rama's consecration-day: +Yea, even children, as they played +At cottage doors beneath the shade. +The royal street with flowers was strown +Which loving hands in heaps had thrown, +And here and there rich incense lent +Its fragrance to the garland's scent; +And all was fresh and fair and bright +In honour of the coming rite. +With careful foresight to illume +With borrowed blaze the midnight gloom, +The crowds erected here and there +Trees in each street gay lamps to bear. +The city thus from side to side +In festal guise was beautified. +The people of the town who longed +To view the rite together thronged, +And filling every court and square +Praised the good king in converse there: +“Our high-souled king! He throws a grace +On old Ikshvaku's royal race. +He feels his years' increasing weight, +And makes his son associate. +Great joy to us the choice will bring +Of Rama for our lord and king. +The good and bad to him are known, +And long will he protect his own. +No pride his prudent breast may swell, +Most just, he loves his brothers well, +And to us all that love extends, +Cherished as brothers and as friends. +Long may our lord in life remain, +Good Daśaratha, free from stain, +By whose most gracious favour we +Rama anointed king shall see.” +Such were the words the townsmen spoke +Heard by the gathering countryfolk, +Who from the south, north, east, and west, +Stirred by the joyful tidings, pressed. +For by their eager longing led +To Rama's consecration sped +The villagers from every side, +And filled Ayodhya's city wide. +This way and that way strayed the crowd, +While rose a murmur long and loud, +As when the full moon floods the skies +And Ocean's waves with thunder rise. +That town, like Indra's city fair, +While peasants thronged her ways, +Tumultuous roared like Ocean, where +Each flood-born monster plays. +Canto VII. Manthara's Lament. +It chanced a slave-born handmaid, bred +With Queen Kaikeyí, fancy-led, +Mounted the stair and stood upon +The terrace like the moon that shone. +Thence Manthara at ease surveyed +Ayodhya to her eyes displayed, +Where water cooled the royal street, +Where heaps of flowers were fresh and sweet, +And costly flags and pennons hung +On roof and tower their shadow flung; +With covered ways prepared in haste, +And many an awning newly placed; +With sandal-scented streams bedewed, +Thronged by a new bathed multitude: +Whose streets were full of Brahman bands +With wreaths and sweetmeats in their hands. +Loud instruments their music raised, +And through the town, where'er she gazed, +The doors of temples glittered white, +And the maid marvelled at the sight. +Of Rama's nurse who, standing by, +Gazed with a joy-expanded eye, +In robes of purest white attired, +The wondering damsel thus inquired: +“Does Rama's mother give away +Rich largess to the crowds to-day, +On some dear object fondly bent, +Or blest with measureless content? +What mean these signs of rare delight +On every side that meet my sight? +Say, will the king with joy elate +Some happy triumph celebrate?” +The nurse, with transport uncontrolled, +Her glad tale to the hump-back told: +“Our lord the king to-morrow morn +Will consecrate his eldest-born, +And raise, in Pushya's favouring hour, +Prince Rama to the royal power.” +As thus the nurse her tidings spoke, +Rage in the hump-back's breast awoke. +Down from the terrace, like the head +Of high Kailasa's hill, she sped. +Sin in her thoughts, her soul aflame, +Where Queen Kaikeyí slept, she came: +[pg 097] +“Why sleepest thou?” she cried, “arise, +Peril is near, unclose thine eyes. +Ah, heedless Queen, too blind to know +What floods of sin above thee flow! +Thy boasts of love and grace are o'er: +Thine is the show and nothing more. +His favour is an empty cheat, +A torrent dried by summer's heat.” +Thus by the artful maid addressed +In cruel words from raging breast, +The queen, sore troubled, spoke in turn; +“What evil news have I to learn? +That mournful eye, that altered cheek +Of sudden woe or danger speak.” +Such were the words Kaikeyí said: +Then Manthara, her eyeballs red +With fury, skilled with treacherous art +To grieve yet more her lady's heart, +From Rama, in her wicked hate, +Kaikeyí's love to alienate, +Upon her evil purpose bent +Began again most eloquent: +“Peril awaits thee swift and sure, +And utter woe defying cure; +King Daśaratha will create +Prince Rama Heir Associate. +Plunged in the depths of wild despair, +My soul a prey to pain and care, +As though the flames consumed me, zeal +Has brought me for my lady's weal, +Thy grief, my Queen, is grief to me: +Thy gain my greatest gain would be. +Proud daughter of a princely line, +The rights of consort queen are thine. +How art thou, born of royal race, +Blind to the crimes that kings debase? +Thy lord is gracious, to deceive, +And flatters, but thy soul to grieve, +While thy pure heart that thinks no sin +Knows not the snares that hem thee in. +Thy husband's lips on thee bestow +Soft soothing word, an empty show: +The wealth, the substance, and the power +This day will be Kauśalya's dower. +With crafty soul thy child he sends +To dwell among thy distant friends, +And, every rival far from sight, +To Rama gives the power and might. +Ah me! for thou, unhappy dame, +Deluded by a husband's name, +With more than mother's love hast pressed +A serpent to thy heedless breast, +And cherished him who works thee woe, +No husband but a deadly foe. +For like a snake, unconscious Queen, +Or enemy who stabs unseen, +King Daśaratha all untrue +Has dealt with thee and Bharat too. +Ah, simple lady, long beguiled +By his soft words who falsely smiled! +Poor victim of the guileless breast, +A happier fate thou meritest. +For thee and thine destruction waits +When he Prince Rama consecrates. +Up, lady, while there yet is time; +Preserve thyself, prevent the crime. +Up, from thy careless ease, and free +Thyself, O Queen, thy son, and me!” +Delighted at the words she said, +Kaikeyí lifted from the bed, +Like autumn's moon, her radiant head, +And joyous at the tidings gave +A jewel to the hump-back slave; +And as she gave the precious toy +She cried in her exceeding joy: +“Take this, dear maiden, for thy news +Most grateful to mine ear, and choose +What grace beside most fitly may +The welcome messenger repay. +I joy that Rama gains the throne: +Kauśalya's son is as mine own.” +Canto VIII. Manthara's Speech. +The damsel's breast with fury burned: +She answered, as the gift she spurned: +“What time, O simple Queen, is this +For idle dreams of fancied bliss? +Hast thou not sense thy state to know, +Engulfed in seas of whelming woe; +Sick as I am with grief and pain +My lips can scarce a laugh restrain +To see thee hail with ill-timed joy +A peril mighty to destroy. +I mourn for one so fondly blind: +What woman of a prudent mind +Would welcome, e'en as thou hast done, +The lordship of a rival's son, +Rejoiced to find her secret foe +Empowered, like death, to launch the blow; +I see that Rama still must fear +Thy Bharat, to his throne too near. +Hence is my heart disquieted, +For those who fear are those we dread. +Lakshman, the mighty bow who draws, +With all his soul serves Rama's cause; +And chains as strong to Bharat bind +Śatrughna, with his heart and mind, +Now next to Rama, lady fair, +Thy Bharat is the lawful heir: +And far remote, I ween, the chance +That might the younger two advance. +Yes, Queen, 'tis Rama that I dread, +Wise, prompt, in warlike science bred; +And oh, I tremble when I think +Of thy dear child on ruin's brink. +[pg 098] +Blest with a lofty fate is she, +Kauśalya; for her son will be +Placed, when the moon and Pushya meet, +By Brahmans on the royal seat, +Thou as a slave in suppliant guise +Must wait upon Kauśalya's eyes, +With all her wealth and bliss secured +And glorious from her foes assured. +Her slave with us who serve thee, thou +Wilt see thy son to Rama bow, +And Síta's friends exult o'er all, +While Bharat's wife shares Bharat's fall.” +As thus the maid in wrath complained, +Kaikeyí saw her heart was pained, +And answered eager in defence +Of Rama's worth and excellence: +“Nay, Rama, born the monarch's heir, +By holy fathers trained with care, +Virtuous, grateful, pure, and true, +Claims royal sway as rightly due. +He, like a sire, will long defend +Each brother, minister, and friend. +Then why, O hump-back, art thou pained +To hear that he the throne has gained? +Be sure when Rama's empire ends, +The kingdom to my son descends, +Who, when a hundred years are flown, +Shall sit upon his fathers' throne. +Why is thine heart thus sad to see +The joy that is and long shall be, +This fortune by possession sure +And hopes which we may count secure? +Dear as the darling son I bore +Is Rama, yea, or even more. +Most duteous to Kauśalya, he +Is yet more dutiful to me. +What though he rule, we need not fear: +His brethren to his soul are dear. +And if the throne Prince Rama fill +Bharat will share the empire still.” +She ceased. The troubled damsel sighed +Sighs long and hot, and thus replied: +“What madness has possessed thy mind, +To warnings deaf, to dangers blind? +Canst thou not see the floods of woe +That threaten o'er thine head to flow: +First Rama will the throne acquire, +Then Rama's son succeed his sire, +While Bharat will neglected pine +Excluded from the royal line. +Not all his sons, O lady fair, +The kingdom of a monarch share: +All ruling when a sovereign dies +Wild tumult in the state would rise. +The eldest, be he good or ill, +Is ruler by the father's will. +Know, tender mother, that thy son +Without a friend and all undone, +Far from the joyous ease of home +An alien from his race will roam. +I sped to thee for whom I feel, +But thy fond heart mistakes my zeal, +Thy hand a present would bestow +Because thy rival triumphs so. +When Rama once begins his sway +Without a foe his will to stay, +Thy darling Bharat he will drive +To distant lands if left alive. +By thee the child was sent away +Beneath his grandsire's roof to stay. +Even in stocks and stones perforce +Will friendship spring from intercourse. +The young Śatrughna too would go +With Bharat, for he loved him so. +As Lakshman still to Rama cleaves, +He his dear Bharat never leaves. +There is an ancient tale they tell: +A tree the foresters would fell +Was saved by reeds that round it stood, +For love that sprang of neighbourhood. +So Lakshman Rama will defend, +And each on each for aid depend. +Such fame on earth their friendship wins +As that which binds the Heavenly Twins. +And Rama ne'er will purpose wrong +To Lakshman, for their love is strong. +But Bharat, Oh, of this be sure, +Must evil at his hands endure. +Come, Rama from his home expel +An exile in the woods to dwell. +The plan, O Queen, which I advise +Secures thy weal if thou be wise. +So we and all thy kith and kin +Advantage from thy gain shall win. +Shall Bharat, meet for happier fate, +Born to endure his rival's hate, +With all his fortune ruined cower +And dread his brother's mightier power! +Up, Queen, to save thy son, arise; +Prostrate at Rama's feet he lies. +So the proud elephant who leads +His trooping consorts through the reeds +Falls in the forest shade beneath +The lion's spring and murderous teeth. +Scorned by thee in thy bliss and pride +Kauśalya was of old defied, +And will she now forbear to show +The vengeful rancour of a foe? +O Queen, thy darling is undone +When Rama's hand has once begun +Ayodhya's realm to sway, +Come, win the kingdom for thy child +And drive the alien to the wild +In banishment to-day.” +Canto IX. The Plot. +As fury lit Kaikeyí's eyes +She spoke with long and burning sighs: +[pg 099] +“This day my son enthroned shall see, +And Rama to the woods shall flee. +But tell me, damsel, if thou can, +A certain way, a skilful plan +That Bharat may the empire gain, +And Rama's hopes be nursed in vain.” +The lady ceased. The wicked maid +The mandate of her queen obeyed, +And darkly plotting Rama's fall +Responded to Kaikeyí's call. +“I will declare, do thou attend, +How Bharat may his throne ascend. +Dost thou forget what things befell? +Or dost thou feign, remembering well? +Or wouldst thou hear my tongue repeat +A story for thy need so meet? +Gay lady, if thy will be so, +Now hear the tale of long ago, +And when my tongue has done its part +Ponder the story in thine heart. +When Gods and demons fought of old, +Thy lord, with royal saints enrolled, +Sped to the war with thee to bring +His might to aid the Immortals' King. +Far to the southern land he sped +Where Danḍak's mighty wilds are spread, +To Vaijayanta's city swayed +By Śambara, whose flag displayd +The hugest monster of the sea. +Lord of a hundred wiles was be; +With might which Gods could never blame +Against the King of Heaven he came. +Then raged the battle wild and dread, +And mortal warriors fought and bled; +The fiends by night with strength renewed +Charged, slew the sleeping multitude. +Thy lord, King Daśaratha, long +Stood fighting with the demon throng, +But long of arm, unmatched in strength, +Fell wounded by their darts at length. +Thy husband, senseless, by thine aid +Was from the battle field conveyed, +And wounded nigh to death thy lord +Was by thy care to health restored. +Well pleased the grateful monarch sware +To grant thy first and second prayer. +Thou for no favour then wouldst sue, +The gifts reserved for season due; +And he, thy high-souled lord, agreed +To give the boons when thou shouldst need. +Myself I knew not what befell, +But oft the tale have heard thee tell, +And close to thee in friendship knit +Deep in my heart have treasured it. +Remind thy husband of his oath, +Recall the boons and claim them both, +That Bharat on the throne be placed +With rites of consecration graced, +And Rama to the woods be sent +For twice seven years of banishment. +Go, Queen, the mourner's chamber270 seek, +With angry eye and burning cheek; +And with disordered robes and hair +On the cold earth lie prostrate there. +When the king comes still mournful lie, +Speak not a word nor meet his eye, +But let thy tears in torrent flow, +And lie enamoured of thy woe. +Well do I know thou long hast been, +And ever art, his darling queen. +For thy dear sake, O well-loved dame, +The mighty king would brave the flame, +But ne'er would anger thee, or brook +To meet his favourite's wrathful look. +Thy loving lord would even die +Thy fancy, Queen, to gratify, +And never could he arm his breast +To answer nay to thy request. +Listen and learn, O dull of sense, +Thine all-resistless influence. +Gems he will offer, pearls and gold: +Refuse his gifts, be stern and cold. +Those proffered boons at length recall, +And claim them till he grants thee all. +And O my lady, high in bliss, +With heedful thought forget not this. +When from the ground his queen he lifts +And grants again the promised gifts, +Bind him with oaths he cannot break +And thy demands unflnching, make. +That Rama travel to the wild +Five years and nine from home exiled, +And Bharat, best of all who reign, +The empire of the land obtain. +For when this term of years has fled +Over the banished Rama's head, +Thy royal son to vigour grown +And rooted firm will stand alone. +The king, I know, is well inclined, +And this the hour to move his mind. +Be bold: the threatened rite prevent, +And force the king from his intent.” +She ceased. So counselled to her bane +Disguised beneath a show of gain, +Kaikeyí in her joy and pride +To Manthara again replied: +“Thy sense I envy, prudent maid; +With sagest lore thy lids persuade. +No hump-back maid in all the earth, +For wise resolve, can match thy worth. +Thou art alone with constant zeal +Devoted to thy lady's weal. +Dear girl, without thy faithful aid +I had not marked the plot he laid. +[pg 100] +Full of all guile and sin and spite +Misshapen hump-backs shock the sight: +But thou art fair and formed to please, +Bent like a lily by the breeze. +I look thee o'er with watchful eye, +And in thy frame no fault can spy; +The chest so deep, the waist so trim, +So round the lines of breast and limb.271 +Thy cheeks with moonlike beauty shine, +And the warm wealth of youth is thine. +Thy legs, my girl, are long and neat, +And somewhat long thy dainty feet, +While stepping out before my face +Thou seemest like a crane to pace. +The thousand wiles are in thy breast +Which Śambara the fiend possessed, +And countless others all thine own, +O damsel sage, to thee are known. +Thy very hump becomes thee too, +O thou whose face is fair to view, +For there reside in endless store +Plots, wizard wiles, and warrior lore. +A golden chain I'll round it fling +When Rama's flight makes Bharat king: +Yea, polished links of finest gold, +When once the wished for prize I hold +With naught to fear and none to hate, +Thy hump, dear maid, shall decorate. +A golden frontlet wrought with care, +And precious jewels shalt thou wear: +Two lovely robes around thee fold, +And walk a Goddess to behold, +Bidding the moon himself compare +His beauty with a face so fair. +With scent of precious sandal sweet +Down to the nails upon thy feet, +First of the household thou shalt go +And pay with scorn each battled foe.” +Kaikeyí's praise the damsel heard, +And thus again her lady stirred, +Who lay upon her beauteous bed +Like fire upon the altar fed: +“Dear Queen, they build the bridge in vain +When swollen streams are dry again. +Arise, thy glorious task complete, +And draw the king to thy retreat.” +The large-eyed lady left her bower +Exulting in her pride of power, +And with the hump-back sought the gloom +And silence of the mourner's room. +The string of priceless pearls that hung +Around her neck to earth she flung, +With all the wealth and lustre lent +By precious gem and ornament. +Then, listening to her slave's advice, +Lay, like a nymph from Paradise. +As on the ground her limbs she laid +Once more she cried unto the maid: +“Soon must thou to the monarch say +Kaikeyí's soul has past away, +Or, Rama banished as we planned, +My son made king shall rule the land. +No more for gold and gems I care, +For brave attire or dainty fare. +If Rama should the throne ascend, +That very hour my life will end.” +The royal lady wounded through +The bosom with the darts that flew +Launched from the hump-back's tongue +Pressed both her hands upon her side, +And o'er and o'er again she cried +With wildering fury stung: +“Yes, it shall be thy task to tell +That I have hurried hence to dwell +In Yama's realms of woe, +Or happy Bharat shall be king, +And doomed to years of wandering +Kauśalya's son shall go. +I heed not dainty viands now +Fair wreaths of flowers to twine my brow, +Soft balm or precious scent: +My very life I count as naught, +Nothing on earth can claim my thought +But Rama's banishment.” +She spoke these words of cruel ire; +Then stripping off her gay attire, +The cold bare floor she pressed. +So, falling from her home on high, +Some lovely daughter of the sky +Upon the ground might rest. +With darkened brow and furious mien, +Stripped of her gems and wreath, the queen +In spotless beauty lay, +Like heaven obscured with gathering cloud, +When shades of midnight darkness shroud +Each star's expiring ray. +Canto X. Dasaratha's Speech. +As Queen Kaikeyí thus obeyed +The sinful counsel of her maid +She sank upon the chamber floor, +As sinks in anguish, wounded sore, +An elephant beneath the smart +Of the wild hunter's venomed dart. +The lovely lady in her mind +Revolved the plot her maid designed, +And prompt the gain and risk to scan +She step by step approved the plan. +Misguided by the hump-back's guile +She pondered her resolve awhile, +As the fair path that bliss secured +The miserable lady lured, +[pg 101] +Devoted to her queen, and swayed +By hopes of gain and bliss, the maid +Rejoiced, her lady's purpose known, +And deemed the prize she sought her own. +Then bent upon her purpose dire, +Kaikeyí with her soul on fire, +Upon the floor lay, languid, down, +Her brows contracted in a frown. +The bright-hued wreath that bound her hair, +Chains, necklets, jewels rich and rare, +Stripped off by her own fingers lay +Spread on the ground in disarray, +And to the floor a lustre lent +As stars light up the firmament. +Thus prostrate in the mourner's cell, +In garb of woe the lady fell, +Her long hair in a single braid, +Like some fair nymph of heaven dismayed.272 +The monarch, Rama to install, +With thoughtful care had ordered all, +And now within his home withdrew, +Dismissing first his retinue. +Now all the town has heard, thought he, +What joyful rite the morn will see. +So turned he to her bower to cheer +With the glad news his darling's ear. +Majestic, as the Lord of Night, +When threatened by the Dragon's might, +Bursts radiant on the evening sky +Pale with the clouds that wander by, +So Daśaratha, great in fame, +To Queen Kaikeyí's palace came. +There parrots flew from tree to tree, +And gorgeous peacocks wandered free, +While ever and anon was heard +The note of some glad water-bird. +Here loitered dwarf and hump-backed maid, +There lute and lyre sweet music played. +Here, rich in blossom, creepers twined +O'er grots with wondrous art designed, +There Champac and Aśoka flowers +Hung glorious o'er the summer bowers, +And mid the waving verdure rose +Gold, silver, ivory porticoes. +Through all the months in ceaseless store +The trees both fruit and blossom bore. +With many a lake the grounds were graced; +Seats gold and silver, here were placed; +Here every viand wooed the taste, +It was a garden meet to vie +E'en with the home of Gods on high. +Within the mansion rich and vast +The mighty Daśaratha passed: +Not there was his beloved queen +On her fair couch reclining seen. +With love his eager pulses beat +For the dear wife he came to meet, +And in his blissful hopes deceived, +He sought his absent love and grieved. +For never had she missed the hour +Of meeting in her sumptuous bower, +And never had the king of men +Entered the empty room till then. +Still urged by love and anxious thought +News of his favourite queen he sought, +For never had his loving eyes +Found her or selfish or unwise. +Then spoke at length the warder maid, +With hands upraised and sore afraid: +“My Lord and King, the queen has sought +The mourner's cell with rage distraught.” +The words the warder maiden said +He heard with soul disquieted, +And thus as fiercer grief assailed, +His troubled senses wellnigh failed. +Consumed by torturing fires of grief +The king, the world's imperial chief, +His lady lying on the ground +In most unqueenly posture, found. +The aged king, all pure within, +Saw the young queen resolved on sin, +Low on the ground, his own sweet wife, +To him far dearer than his life, +Like some fair creeping plant uptorn, +Or like a maid of heaven forlorn, +A nymph of air or Goddess sent +From Swarga down in banishment. +As some wild elephant who tries +To soothe his consort as she lies +Struck by the hunter's venomed dart, +So the great king disturbed in heart, +Strove with soft hand and fond caress +To soothe his darling queen's distress, +And in his love addressed with sighs +The lady of the lotus eyes: +“I know not, Queen, why thou shouldst be +Thus angered to the heart with me. +Say, who has slighted thee, or whence +Has come the cause of such offence +That in the dust thou liest low, +And rendest my fond heart with woe, +As if some goblin of the night +Had struck thee with a deadly blight, +And cast foul influence on her +Whose spells my loving bosom stir? +I have Physicians famed for skill, +Each trained to cure some special ill: +My sweetest lady, tell thy pain, +And they shall make thee well again. +Whom, darling, wouldst thou punished see? +Or whom enriched with lordly fee? +[pg 102] +Weep not, my lovely Queen, and stay +This grief that wears thy frame away; +Speak, and the guilty shall be freed. +The guiltless be condemned to bleed, +The poor enriched, the rich abased, +The low set high, the proud disgraced. +My lords and I thy will obey, +All slaves who own thy sovereign sway; +And I can ne'er my heart incline +To check in aught one wish of thine. +Now by my life I pray thee tell +The thoughts that in thy bosom dwell. +The power and might thou knowest well, +Should from thy breast all doubt expel. +I swear by all my merit won, +Speak, and thy pleasure shall be done. +Far as the world's wide bounds extend +My glorious empire knows no end. +Mine are the tribes in eastern lands, +And those who dwell on Sindhu's sands: +Mine is Surashṭra, far away, +Suvíra's realm admits my sway. +My best the southern nations fear, +The Angas and the Vangas hear. +And as lord paramount I reign +O'er Magadh and the Matsyas' plain, +Kośal, and Kaśi's wide domain:273 +All rich in treasures of the mine, +In golden corn, sheep, goats, and kine. +Choose what thou wilt. Kaikeyí, thence: +But tell me, O my darling, whence +Arose thy grief, and it shall fly +Like hoar-frost when the sun is high.” +She, by his loving words consoled, +Longed her dire purpose to unfold, +And sought with sharper pangs to wring +The bosom of her lord the king. +Canto XI. The Queen's Demand. +To him enthralled by love, and blind, +Pierced by his darts who shakes the mind,274 +Kaikeyí with remorseless breast +Her grand purpose thus expressed: +“O King, no insult or neglect +Have I endured, or disrespect. +One wish I have, and faith would see +That longing granted, lord, by thee. +Now pledge thy word if thou incline +To listen to this prayer of mine, +Then I with confidence will speak, +And thou shalt hear the boon I seek.” +Ere she had ceased, the monarch fell, +A victim to the lady's spell, +And to the deadly snare she set +Sprang, like a roebuck to the net. +Her lover raised her drooping head, +Smiled, playing with her hair, and said: +“Hast thou not learnt, wild dame, till now +That there is none so dear as thou +To me thy loving husband, save +My Rama bravest of the brave? +By him my race's high-souled heir, +By him whom none can match, I swear, +Now speak the wish that on thee weighs: +By him whose right is length of days, +Whom if my fond paternal eye +Saw not one hour I needs must die,— +I swear by Rama my dear son, +Speak, and thy bidding shall be done. +Speak, darling; if thou choose, request +To have the heart from out my breast; +Regard my words, sweet love, and name +The wish thy mind thinks fit to frame. +Nor let thy soul give way to doubt: +My power should drive suspicion out. +Yea, by my merits won I swear, +Speak, darling, I will grant thy prayer.” +The queen, ambitious, overjoyed +To see him by her plot decoyed, +More eager still her aims to reach, +Spoke her abominable speech: +“A boon thou grantest, nothing loth, +And swearest with repeated oath. +Now let the thirty Gods and three +My witnesses, with Indra, be. +Let sun and moon and planets hear, +Heaven, quarters, day and night, give ear. +The mighty world, the earth outspread, +With bards of heaven and demons dread; +The ghosts that walk in midnight shade, +And household Gods, our present aid, +A every being great and small +To hear and mark the oath I call.” +When thus the archer king was bound, +With treacherous arts and oaths enwound, +She to her bounteous lord subdued +By blinding love, her speech renewed: +“Remember, King, that long-past day +Of Gods' and demons' battle fray. +And how thy foe in doubtful strife +Had nigh bereft thee of thy life. +Remember, it was only I +Preserved thee when about to die, +And thou for watchful love and care +Wouldst grant my first and second prayer. +Those offered boons, pledged with thee then, +I now demand, O King of men, +[pg 103] +Of thee, O Monarch, good and just, +Whose righteous soul observes each trust. +If thou refuse thy promise sworn, +I die, despised, before the morn. +These rites in Rama's name begun— +Transfer them, and enthrone my son. +The time is come to claim at last +The double boon of days long-past, +When Gods and demons met in fight, +And thou wouldst fain my care requite. +Now forth to Danḍak's forest drive +Thy Rama for nine years and five, +And let him dwell a hermit there +With deerskin coat and matted hair. +Without a rival let my boy +The empire of the land enjoy, +And let mine eyes ere morning see +Thy Rama to the forest flee.” +Canto XII. Dasaratha's Lament. +The monarch, as Kaikeyí pressed +With cruel words her dire request, +Stood for a time absorbed in thought +While anguish in his bosom wrought. +“Does some wild dream my heart assail? +Or do my troubled senses fail? +Does some dire portent scare my view? +Or frenzy's stroke my soul subdue?” +Thus as he thought, his troubled mind +In doubt and dread no rest could find, +Distressed and trembling like a deer +Who sees the dreaded tigress near. +On the bare ground his limbs he threw, +And many a long deep sigh he drew, +Like a wild snake, with fury blind, +By charms within a ring confined. +Once as the monarch's fury woke, +“Shame on thee!” from his bosom broke, +And then in sense-bewildering pain +He fainted on the ground again. +At length, when slowly strength returned, +He answered as his eyeballs burned +With the wild fury of his ire +Consuming her, as 'twere, with fire: +“Fell traitress, thou whose thoughts design +The utter ruin of my line, +What wrong have I or Rama done? +Speak murderess, speak thou wicked one, +Seeks he not evermore to please +Thee with all sonlike courtesies? +By what persuasion art thou led +To bring this ruin on his head? +Ah me, that fondly unaware +I brought thee home my life to share, +Called daughter of a king, in truth +A serpent with a venomed tooth! +What fault can I pretend to find +In Rama praised by all mankind, +That I my darling should forsake? +No, take my life, my glory take: +Let either queen be from me torn, +But not my well-loved eldest-born. +Him but to see is highest bliss, +And death itself his face to miss. +The world may sunless stand, the grain +May thrive without the genial rain, +But if my Rama be not nigh +My spirit from its frame will fly. +Enough, thine impious plan forgo, +O thou who plottest sin and woe. +My head before thy feet, I kneel, +And pray thee some compassion feel. +O wicked dame, what can have led +Thy heart to dare a plot so dread? +Perchance thy purpose is to sound +The grace thy son with me has found; +Perchance the words that, all these days, +Thou still hast said in Rama's praise, +Were only feigned, designed to cheer +With flatteries a father's ear. +Soon as thy grief, my Queen, I knew, +My bosom felt the anguish too. +In empty halls art thou possessed, +And subject to anothers' hest? +Now on Ikshvaku's ancient race +Falls foul disorder and disgrace, +If thou, O Queen, whose heart so long +Has loved the good should choose the wrong. +Not once, O large-eyed dame, hast thou +Been guilty of offence till now, +Nor said a word to make me grieve, +Now will I now thy sin believe. +With thee my Rama used to hold +Like place with Bharat lofty-souled. +As thou so often, when the pair +Were children yet, wouldst fain declare. +And can thy righteous soul endure +That Rama glorious, pious, pure, +Should to the distant wilds be sent +For fourteen years of banishment? +Yea, Rama Bharat's self exceeds +In love to thee and sonlike deeds, +And, for deserving love of thee, +As Bharat, even so is he. +Who better than that chieftain may +Obedience, love, and honour pay, +Thy dignity with care protect, +Thy slightest word and wish respect? +Of all his countless followers none +Can breathe a word against my son; +Of many thousands not a dame +Can hint reproach or whisper blame. +All creatures feel the sweet control +Of Rama's pure and gentle soul. +The pride of Manu's race he binds +To him the people's grateful minds. +He wins the subjects with his truth, +[pg 104] +The poor with gifts and gentle ruth, +His teachers with his docile will, +The foemen with his archer skill. +Truth, purity, religious zeal, +The hand to give, the heart to feel, +The love that ne'er betrays a friend, +The rectitude that naught can bend, +Knowledge, and meek obedience grace +My Rama pride of Raghu's race. +Canst thou thine impious plot design +'Gainst him in whom these virtues shine, +Whose glory with the sages vies, +Peer of the Gods who rule the skies! +From him no harsh or bitter word +To pain one creature have I heard, +And how can I my son address, +For thee, with words of bitterness? +Have mercy, Queen: some pity show +To see my tears of anguish flow, +And listen to my mournful cry, +A poor old man who soon must die. +Whate'er this sea-girt land can boast +Of rich and rare from coast to coast, +To thee, my Queen, I give it all: +But O, thy deadly words recall: +O see, my suppliant hands entreat, +Again my lips are on thy feet: +Save Rama, save my darling child, +Nor kill me with this sin defiled.” +He grovelled on the ground, and lay +To burning grief a senseless prey, +And ever and anon, assailed +By floods of woe he wept and wailed, +Striving with eager speed to gain +The margent of his sea of pain. +With fiercer words she fiercer yet +The hapless father's pleading met: +“O Monarch, if thy soul repent +The promise and thy free consent, +How wilt thou in the world maintain +Thy fame for truth unsmirched with stain? +When gathered kings with thee converse, +And bid thee all the tale rehearse, +What wilt thou say, O truthful King, +In answer to their questioning? +“She to whose love my life I owe, +Who saved me smitten by the foe, +Kaikeyí, for her tender care, +Was cheated of the oath I sware.” +Thus wilt thou answer, and forsworn +Wilt draw on thee the princes' scorn. +Learn from that tale, the Hawk and Dove,275 +How strong for truth was Saivya's love. +Pledged by his word the monarch gave +His flesh the suppliant bird to save. +So King Alarka gave his eyes, +And gained a mansion in the skies. +The Sea himself his promise keeps, +And ne'er beyond his limit sweeps. +My deeds of old again recall, +Nor let thy bond dishonoured fall. +The rights of truth thou wouldst forget, +Thy Rama on the throne to set, +And let thy days in pleasure glide, +Fond King, Kauśalya by thy side. +Now call it by what name thou wilt, +Justice, injustice, virtue, guilt, +Thy word and oath remain the same, +And thou must yield what thus I claim. +If Rama be anointed, I +This very day will surely die, +Before thy face will poison drink, +And lifeless at thy feet will sink. +Yea, better far to die than stay +Alive to see one single day +The crowds before Kauśalya stand +And hail her queen with reverent hand. +Now by my son, myself, I swear, +No gift, no promise whatsoe'er +My steadfast soul shall now content, +But only Rama's banishment.” +So far she spake by rage impelled, +And then the queen deep silence held. +He heard her speech full fraught with ill, +But spoke no word bewildered still, +Gazed on his love once held so dear +Who spoke unlovely rede to hear; +Then as he slowly pondered o'er +The queen's resolve and oath she swore. +Once sighing forth, Ah Rama! he +Fell prone as falls a smitten tree. +His senses lost like one insane, +Faint as a sick man weak with pain, +Or like a wounded snake dismayed, +So lay the king whom earth obeyed. +Long burning sighs he slowly heaved, +As, conquered by his woe, he grieved, +And thus with tears and sobs between +His sad faint words addressed the queen: +“By whom, Kaikeyí, wast thou taught +This flattering hope with ruin fraught? +Have goblins seized thy soul, O dame, +Who thus canst speak and feel no shame? +Thy mind with sin is sicklied o'er, +From thy first youth ne'er seen before. +A good and loving wife wast thou, +But all, alas! is altered now. +What terror can have seized thy breast +To make thee frame this dire request, +That Bharat o'er the land may reign, +And Rama in the woods remain? +Turn from thine evil ways, O turn, +And thy perfidious counsel spurn, +If thou would fain a favour do +To people, lord, and Bharat too. +O wicked traitress, fierce and vile, +Who lovest deeds of sin and guile, +[pg 105] +What crime or grievance dost thou see, +What fault in Rama or in me? +Thy son will ne'er the throne accept +If Rama from his rights be kept, +For Bharat's heart more firmly yet +Than Rama's is on justice set. +How shall I say, Go forth, and brook +Upon my Rama's face to look, +See his pale cheek and ashy lips +Dimmed like the moon in sad eclipse? +How see the plan so well prepared +When prudent friends my counsels shared, +All ruined, like a host laid low +Beneath some foeman's murderous blow. +What will these gathered princes say, +From regions near and far away? +“O'erlong endures the monarch's reign, +or now he is a child again.” +When many a good and holy sage +In Scripture versed, revered for age, +Shall ask for Rama, what shall I +Unhappy, what shall I reply? +“By Queen Kaikeyí long distressed +I drove him forth and dispossessed.” +Although herein the truth I speak, +They all will hold me false and weak. +What will Kauśalya say when she +Demands her son exiled by me? +Alas! what answer shall I frame, +Or how console the injured dame? +She like a slave on me attends, +And with a sister's care she blends +A mother's love, a wife's, a friend's. +In spite of all her tender care, +Her noble son, her face most fair, +Another queen I could prefer +And for thy sake neglected her, +But now, O Queen, my heart is grieved +For love and care by thee received, +E'en as the sickening wretch repents +His dainty meal and condiments. +And how will Queen Sumitra trust +The husband whom she finds unjust, +Seeing my Rama driven hence +Dishonoured, and for no offence? +Ah! the Videhan bride will hear +A double woe, a double fear, +Two whelming sorrows at one breath, +Her lord's disgrace, his father's death. +Mine aged bosom she will wring +And kill me with her sorrowing, +Sad as a fair nymph left to weep +Deserted on Himalaya's steep. +For short will be my days, I ween, +When I with mournful eyes have seen +My Rama wandering forth alone +And heard dear Síta sob and moan. +Ah me! my fond belief I rue. +Vile traitress, loved as good and true, +As one who in his thirst has quaffed, +Deceived by looks, a deadly draught. +Ah! thou hast slain me, murderess, while +Soothing my soul with words of guile, +As the wild hunter kills the deer +Lured from the brake his song to hear. +Soon every honest tongue will fling +Reproach on the dishonest king; +The people's scorn in every street +The seller of his child will meet, +And such dishonour will be mine +As whelms a Brahman drunk with wine. +Ah me, for my unhappy fate, +Compelled thy words to tolerate! +Such woe is sent to scourge a crime +Committed in some distant time. +For many a day with sinful care +I cherished thee, thou sin and snare, +Kept thee, unwitting, like a cord +Destined to bind its hapless lord. +Mine hours of ease I spent with thee, +Nor deemed my love my death would be, +While like a heedless child I played, +On a black snake my hand I laid. +A cry from every mouth will burst +And all the world will hold me curst, +Because I saw my high-souled son +Unkinged, unfathered, and undone; +“The king by power of love beguiled +Is weaker than a foolish child, +His own beloved son to make +An exile for a woman's sake. +By chaste and holy vows restrained, +By reverend teachers duly trained. +When he his virtue's fruit should taste +He falls by sin and woe disgraced.” +Two words will all his answer be +When I pronounce the stern decree, +“Hence, Rama, to the woods away,” +All he will say is, I obey. +O, if he would my will withstand +When banished from his home and land, +This were a comfort in my woe; +But he will ne'er do this, I know. +My Rama to the forest fled, +And curses thick upon my head, +Grim Death will bear me hence away, +His world-abominated prey. +When I am gone and Rama too. +How wilt thou those I love pursue? +What vengeful sin will be designed +Against the queens I leave behind? +When thou hast slain her son and me +Kauśalya soon will follow: she +Will sink beneath her sorrows' weight, +And die like me disconsolate. +Exist, Kaikeyí, in thy pride, +And let thy heart be gratified, +When thou my queens and me hast hurled, +And children, to the under world. +Soon wilt thou rule as empress o'er +My noble house unvext before. +But then to wild confusion left, +[pg 106] +Of Rama and of me bereft. +If Bharat to thy plan consent +And long for Rama's banishment, +Ne'er let his hands presume to pay +The funeral honours to my clay. +Vile foe, thou cause of all mine ill, +Obtain at last thy cursed will. +A widow soon shalt thou enjoy +The sweets of empire with thy boy. +O Princess, sure some evil fate +First brought thee here to devastate, +In whom the night of ruin lies +Veiled in a consort's fair disguise. +The scorn of all and deepest shame +Will long pursue my hated name, +And dire disgrace on me will press, +Misled by thee to wickedness. +How shall my Rama, whom, before, +His elephant or chariot bore, +Now with his feet, a wanderer, tread +The forest wilds around him spread? +How shall my son, to please whose taste, +The deftest cooks, with earrings graced, +With rivalry and jealous care +The dainty meal and cates prepare— +How shall he now his life sustain +With acid fruit and woodland grain? +He spends his time unvext by cares, +And robes of precious texture wears: +How shall he, with one garment round +His limbs recline upon the ground? +Whose was this plan, this cruel thought +Unheard till now, with ruin fraught, +To make thy son Ayodhya's king, +And send my Rama wandering? +Shame, shame on women! Vile, untrue, +Their selfish ends they still pursue. +Not all of womankind I mean. +But more than all this wicked queen. +O worthless, cruel, selfish dame, +I brought thee home, my plague and woe. +What fault in me hast thou to blame, +Or in my son who loves thee so? +Fond wives may from their husbands flee, +And fathers may their sons desert, +But all the world would rave to see +My Rama touched with deadly hurt. +I joy his very step to hear, +As though his godlike form I viewed; +And when I see my Rama near +I feel my youth again renewed. +There might be life without the sun, +Yea, e'en if Indra sent no rain, +But, were my Rama banished, none +Would, so I think, alive remain. +A foe that longs my life to take, +I brought thee here my death to be, +Caressed thee long, a venomed snake, +And through my folly die. Ah me! +Rama and me and Lakshman slay, +And then with Bharat rule the state; +So bring the kingdom to decay, +And fawn on those thy lord who hate, +Plotter of woe, for evil bred, +For such a speech why do not all +Thy teeth from out thy wicked head +Split in a thousand pieces fall? +My Rama's words are ever kind, +He knows not how to speak in ire: +Then how canst thou presume to find +A fault in him whom all admire? +Yield to despair, go mad, or die, +Or sink within the rifted earth; +Thy fell request will I deny, +Thou shamer of thy royal birth. +Thy longer life I scarce can bear, +Thou ruin of my home and race, +Who wouldst my heart and heartstrings tear, +Keen as a razor, false and base. +My life is gone, why speak of joy? +For what, without my son, were sweet? +Spare, lady, him thou canst destroy; +I pray thee as I touch thy feet.” +He fell and wept with wild complaint, +Heart-struck by her presumptuous speech, +But could not touch, so weak and faint, +The cruel feet he strove to reach. +Canto XIII. Dasaratha's Distress. +Unworthy of his mournful fate, +The mighty king, unfortunate, +Lay prostrate in unseemly guise, +As, banished from the blissful skies, +Yayati, in his evil day. +His merit all exhausted, lay.276 +The queen, triumphant in the power +Won by her beauty's fatal dower, +Still terrible and unsubdued, +Her dire demand again renewed: +“Great Monarch, 'twas thy boast till now +To love the truth and keep the vow; +Then wherefore would thy lips refuse +The promised boon 'tis mine to choose?” +King Daśaratha, thus addressed, +With anger raging in his breast, +Sank for a while beneath the pain, +Then to Kaikeyí spoke again: +[pg 107] +“Childless so long, at length I won, +With mighty toil, from Heaven a son, +Rama, the mighty-armed; and how +Shall I desert my darling now? +A scholar wise, a hero bold, +Of patient mood, with wrath controlled, +How can I bid my Rama fly, +My darling of the lotus eye? +In heaven itself I scarce could bear, +When asking of my Rama there, +To hear the Gods his griefs declare, +And O, that death would take me hence +Before I wrong his innocence!” +As thus the monarch wept and wailed, +And maddening grief his heart assailed, +The sun had sought his resting-place, +And night was closing round apace. +But yet the moon-crowned night could bring +No comfort to the wretched king. +As still he mourned with burning sighs +And fixed his gaze upon the skies: +“O Night whom starry fires adorn, +I long not for the coming morn. +Be kind and show some mercy: see, +My suppliant hands are raised to thee. +Nay, rather fly with swifter pace; +No longer would I see the face +Of Queen Kaikeyí, cruel, dread, +Who brings this woe upon mine head.” +Again with suppliant hands he tried +To move the queen, and wept and sighed: +“To me, unhappy me, inclined +To good, sweet dame, thou shouldst be kind; +Whose life is well-nigh fled, who cling +To thee for succour, me thy king. +This, only this, is all my claim: +Have mercy, O my lovely dame. +None else have I to take my part, +Have mercy: thou art good at heart. +Hear, lady of the soft black eye, +And win a name that ne'er shall die: +Let Rama rule this glorious land, +The gift of thine imperial hand. +O lady of the dainty waist, +With eyes and lips of beauty graced, +Please Rama, me, each saintly priest, +Bharat, and all from chief to least.” +She heard his wild and mournful cry, +She saw the tears his speech that broke, +Saw her good husband's reddened eye, +But, cruel still, no word she spoke. +His eyes upon her face he bent, +And sought for mercy, but in vain: +She claimed his darling's banishment, +He swooned upon the ground again. +Canto XIV. Rama Summoned. +The wicked queen her speech renewed, +When rolling on the earth she viewed +Ikshvaku's son, Ayodhya's king, +For his dear Rama sorrowing: +“Why, by a simple promise bound, +Liest thou prostrate on the ground, +As though a grievous sin dismayed +Thy spirit! Why so sore afraid? +Keep still thy word. The righteous deem +That truth, mid duties, is supreme: +And now in truth and honour's name +I bid thee own the binding claim. +Śaivya, a king whom earth obeyed, +Once to a hawk a promise made, +Gave to the bird his flesh and bone, +And by his truth made heaven his own.277 +Alarka, when a Brahman famed +For Scripture lore his promise claimed, +Tore from his head his bleeding eyes +And unreluctant gave the prize. +His narrow bounds prescribed restrain +The Rivers' Lord, the mighty main, +Who, though his waters boil and rave, +Keeps faithful to the word he gave. +Truth all religion comprehends, +Through all the world its might extends: +In truth alone is justice placed, +On truth the words of God are based: +A life in truth unchanging past +Will bring the highest bliss at last. +If thou the right would still pursue, +Be constant to thy word and true: +Let me thy promise fruitful see, +For boons, O King, proceed from thee. +Now to preserve thy righteous fame, +And yielding to my earnest claim— +Thrice I repeat it—send thy child, +Thy Rama, to the forest wild. +But if the boon thou still deny, +Before thy face, forlorn, I die.” +Thus was the helpless monarch stung +By Queen Kaikeyí's fearless tongue, +As Bali strove in vain to loose +His limbs from Indra's fatal noose. +Dismayed in soul and pale with fear, +The monarch, like a trembling steer +Between the chariot's wheel and yoke, +Again to Queen Kaikeyí spoke, +With sad eyes fixt in vacant stare, +Gathering courage from despair: +“That hand I took, thou sinful dame, +With texts, before the sacred flame, +Thee and thy son, I scorn and hate, +And all at once repudiate. +[pg 108] +The night is fled: the dawn is near: +Soon will the holy priests be here +To bid me for the rite prepare +That with my son the throne will share, +The preparation made to grace +My Rama in his royal place— +With this, e'en this, my darling for +My death the funeral flood shall pour. +Thou and thy son at least forbear +In offerings to my shade to share, +For by the plot thy guile has laid +His consecration will be stayed. +This very day how shall I brook +To meet each subject's altered look? +To mark each gloomy joyless brow +That was so bright and glad but now?” +While thus the high-souled monarch spoke +To the stern queen, the Morning broke, +And holy night had slowly fled, +With moon and stars engarlanded. +Yet once again the cruel queen +Spoke words in answer fierce and keen, +Still on her evil purpose bent, +Wild with her rage and eloquent: +“What speech is this? Such words as these +Seem sprung from poison-sown disease. +Quick to thy noble Rama send +And bid him on his sire attend. +When to my son the rule is given; +When Rama to the woods is driven; +When not a rival copes with me, +From chains of duty thou art free.” +Thus goaded, like a generous steed +Urged by sharp spurs to double speed, +“My senses are astray,” he cried, +“And duty's bonds my hands have tied. +I long to see mine eldest son, +My virtuous, my beloved one.” +And now the night had past away; +Out shone the Maker of the Day, +Bringing the planetary hour +And moment of auspicious power. +Vaśishṭha, virtuous, far renowned, +Whose young disciples girt him round, +With sacred things without delay +Through the fair city took his way. +He traversed, where the people thronged, +And all for Rama's coming longed, +The town as fair in festive show +As his who lays proud cities low.278 +He reached the palace where he heard +The mingled notes of many a bird, +Where crowded thick high-honoured bands +Of guards with truncheons in their hands. +Begirt by many a sage, elate, +Vaśishṭha reached the royal gate, +And standing by the door he found +Sumantra, for his form renowned, +The king's illustrious charioteer +And noble counsellor and peer. +To him well skilled in every part +Of his hereditary art +Vaśishṭha said: “O charioteer, +Inform the king that I am here, +Here ready by my side behold +These sacred vessels made of gold, +Which water for the rite contain +From Ganga and each distant main. +Here for installing I have brought +The seat prescribed of fig-wood wrought, +All kinds of seed and precious scent +And many a gem and ornament; +Grain, sacred grass, the garden's spoil, +Honey and curds and milk and oil; +Eight radiant maids, the best of all +War elephants that feed in stall; +A four-horse car, a bow and sword. +A litter, men to bear their lord; +A white umbrella bright and fair +That with the moon may well compare; +Two chouries of the whitest hair; +A golden beaker rich and rare; +A bull high-humped and fair to view, +Girt with gold bands and white of hue; +A four-toothed steed with flowing mane, +A throne which lions carved sustain; +A tiger's skin, the sacred fire, +Fresh kindled, which the rites require; +The best musicians skilled to play, +And dancing-girls in raiment gay; +Kine, Brahmans, teachers fill the court, +And bird and beast of purest sort. +From town and village, far and near, +The noblest men are gathered here; +Here merchants with their followers crowd, +And men in joyful converse loud, +And kings from many a distant land +To view the consecration stand. +The dawn is come, the lucky day; +Go bid the monarch haste away, +That now Prince Rama may obtain +The empire, and begin his reign.” +Soon as he heard the high behest +The driver of the chariot pressed +Within the chambers of the king, +His lord with praises honouring. +And none of all the warders checked +His entrance for their great respect +Of him well known, in place so high, +Still fain their king to gratify. +He stood beside the royal chief, +Unwitting of his deadly grief, +And with sweet words began to sing +The praises of his lord and king: +“As, when the sun begins to rise, +The sparkling sea delights our eyes, +Wake, calm with gentle soul, and thus +[pg 109] +Give rapture, mighty King, to us. +As Matali279 this selfsame hour +Sang lauds of old to Indra's power, +When he the Titan hosts o'erthrew, +So hymn I thee with praises due. +The Vedas, with their kindred lore, +Brahma their soul-born Lord adore, +With all the doctrines of the wise, +And bid him, as I bid thee, rise. +As, with the moon, the Lord of Day +Wakes with the splendour of his ray +Prolific Earth, who neath him lies, +So, mighty King, I bid thee rise. +With blissful words, O Lord of men, +Rise, radiant in thy form, as when +The sun ascending darts his light +From Meru's everlasting height. +May Śiva, Agni, Sun, and Moon +Bestow on thee each choicest boon, +Kuvera, Varuna, Indra bless +Kakutstha's son with all success. +Awake, the holy night is fled, +The happy light abroad is spread; +Awake, O best of kings, and share +The glorious task that claims thy care. +The holy sage Vaśishṭha waits, +With all his Brahmans, at the gate. +Give thy decree, without delay, +To consecrate thy son today. +As armies, by no captain led, +As flocks that feed unshepherded, +Such is the fortune of a state +Without a king and desolate.” +Such were the words the bard addressed, +With weight of sage advice impressed; +And, as he heard, the hapless king +Felt deeper yet his sorrow's sting. +At length, all joy and comfort fled, +He raised his eyes with weeping red, +And, mournful for his Rama's sake, +The good and glorious monarch spake: +“Why seek with idle praise to greet +The wretch for whom no praise is meet? +Thy words mine aching bosom tear, +And plunge me deeper in despair.” +Sumantra heard the sad reply, +And saw his master's tearful eye. +With reverent palm to palm applied +He drew a little space aside. +Then, as the king, with misery weak, +With vain endeavour strove to speak, +Kaikeyí, skilled in plot and plan, +To sage Sumantra thus began: +“The king, absorbed in joyful thought +For his dear son, no rest has sought: +Sleepless to him the night has past, +And now o'erwatched he sinks at last. +Then go, Sumantra, and with speed +The glorious Rama hither lead: +Go, as I pray, nor longer wait; +No time is this to hesitate.” +“How can I go, O Lady fair, +Unless my lord his will declare?” +“Fain would I see him,” cried the king, +“Quick, quick, my beauteous Rama bring.” +Then rose the happy thought to cheer +The bosom of the charioteer, +“The king, I ween, of pious mind, +The consecration has designed.” +Sumantra for his wisdom famed, +Delighted with the thought he framed, +From the calm chamber, like a bay +Of crowded ocean, took his way. +He turned his face to neither side, +But forth he hurried straight; +Only a little while he eyed +The guards who kept the gate. +He saw in front a gathered crowd +Of men of every class, +Who, parting as he came, allowed +The charioteer to pass. +Canto XV. The Preparations. +There slept the Brahmans, deeply read +In Scripture, till the night had fled; +Then, with the royal chaplains, they +Took each his place in long array. +There gathered fast the chiefs of trade, +Nor peer nor captain long delayed, +Assembling all in order due +The consecrating rite to view. +The morning dawned with cloudless ray +On Pushya's high auspicious day, +And Cancer with benignant power +Looked down on Rama's natal hour. +The twice-born chiefs, with zealous heed, +Made ready what the rite would need. +The well-wrought throne of holy wood +And golden urns in order stood. +There was the royal car whereon +A tiger's skin resplendent shone; +There water, brought for sprinkling thence +Where, in their sacred confluence, +Blend Jumna's waves with Ganga's tide, +From many a holy flood beside, +From brook and fountain far and near, +From pool and river, sea and mere. +And there were honey, curd, and oil, +Parched rice and grass, the garden's spoil, +Fresh milk, eight girls in bright attire, +An elephant with eyes of fire; +And urns of gold and silver made, +With milky branches overlaid, +All brimming from each sacred flood, +And decked with many a lotus bud. +[pg 110] +And dancing-women fair and free, +Gay with their gems, were there to see, +Who stood in bright apparel by +With lovely brow and witching eye. +White flashed the jewelled chouri there, +And shone like moonbeams through the air; +The white umbrella overhead +A pale and moonlike lustre shed, +Wont in pure splendour to precede, +And in such rites the pomp to lead. +There stood the charger by the side +Of the great bull of snow-white hide; +There was all music soft and loud, +And bards and minstrels swelled the crowd. +For now the monarch bade combine +Each custom of his ancient line +With every rite Ayodhya's state +Observed, her kings to consecrate. +Then, summoned by the king's behest, +The multitudes together pressed, +And, missing still the royal sire, +Began, impatient, to inquire: +“Who to our lord will tidings bear +That all his people throng the square? +Where is the king? the sun is bright, +And all is ready for the rite.” +As thus they spoke, Sumantra, tried +In counsel, to the chiefs replied, +Gathered from lands on every side: +“To Rama's house I swiftly drave, +For so the king his mandate gave. +Our aged lord and Rama too +In honour high hold all of you: +I in your words (be long your days!) +Will ask him why he thus delays.” +Thus spoke the peer in Scripture read, +And to the ladies' bower he sped. +Quick through the gates Sumantra hied, +Which access ne'er to him denied. +Behind the curtained screen he drew, +Which veiled the chamber from the view. +In benediction loud he raised +His voice, and thus the monarch praised: +“Sun, Moon, Kuvera, Śiva bless +Kakutstha's son with high success! +The Lords of air, flood, fire decree +The victory, my King, to thee! +The holy night has past away, +Auspicious shines the morning's ray. +Rise, Lord of men, thy part to take +In the great rite. Awake! awake! +Brahmans and captains, chiefs of trade, +All wait in festive garb arrayed; +For thee they look with eager eyes: +O Raghu's son, awake! arise.” +To him in holy Scripture read, +Who hailed him thus, the monarch said, +Upraising from his sleep his head: +“Go, Rama, hither lead as thou +Wast ordered by the queen but now. +Come, tell me why my mandate laid +Upon thee thus is disobeyed. +Away! and Rama hither bring; +I sleep not: make no tarrying.” +Thus gave the king command anew: +Sumantra from his lord withdrew; +With head in lowly reverence bent, +And filled with thoughts of joy, he went. +The royal street he traversed, where +Waved flag and pennon to the air, +And, as with joy the car he drove, +He let his eyes delighted rove. +On every side, where'er he came, +He heard glad words, their theme the same, +As in their joy the gathered folk +Of Rama and the throning spoke. +Then saw he Rama's palace bright +And vast as Mount Kailasa's height, +That glorious in its beauty showed +As Indra's own supreme abode: +With folding doors both high and wide; +With hundred porches beautified: +Where golden statues towering rose +O'er gemmed and coralled porticoes. +Bright like a cave in Meru's side, +Or clouds through Autumn's sky that ride: +Festooned with length of bloomy twine, +Flashing with pearls and jewels' shine, +While sandal-wood and aloe lent +The mingled riches of their scent; +With all the odorous sweets that fill +The breezy heights of Dardar's hill. +There by the gate the Saras screamed, +And shrill-toned peacocks' plumage gleamed. +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. +Circling the walls a crowd he viewed +Who stood in reverent attitude, +With throngs of countrymen who sought +Acceptance of the gifts they brought. +The elephant was stationed there, +Appointed Rama's self to bear; +Adorned with pearls, his brow and cheek +Were sandal-dyed in many a streak, +While he, in stature, bulk, and pride, +With Indra's own Airavat280 vied. +Sumantra, borne by coursers fleet, +Flashing a radiance o'er the street, +To Rama's palace flew, +And all who lined the royal road, +Or thronged the prince's rich abode, +Rejoiced as near he drew. +And with delight his bosom swelled +As onward still his course he held +[pg 111] +Through many a sumptuous court +Like Indra's palace nobly made, +Where peacocks revelled in the shade, +And beasts of silvan sort. +Through many a hall and chamber wide, +That with Kailasa's splendour vied. +Or mansions of the Blest, +While Rama's friends, beloved and tried, +Before his coming stepped aside, +Still on Sumantra pressed. +He reached the chamber door, where stood +Around his followers young and good, +Bard, minstrel, charioteer, +Well skilled the tuneful chords to sweep, +With soothing strain to lull to sleep, +Or laud their master dear. +Then, like a dolphin darting through +Unfathomed depths of ocean's blue +With store of jewels decked, +Through crowded halls that rock-like rose, +Or as proud hills where clouds repose, +Sumantra sped unchecked— +Halls like the glittering domes on high +Reared for the dwellers of the sky +By heavenly architect. +Canto XVI. Rama Summoned. +So through the crowded inner door +Sumantra, skilled in ancient lore, +On to the private chambers pressed +Which stood apart from all the rest. +There youthful warriors, true and bold, +Whose ears were ringed with polished gold, +All armed with trusty bows and darts, +Watched with devoted eyes and hearts. +And hoary men, a faithful train, +Whose aged hands held staves of cane, +The ladies' guard, apparelled fair +In red attire, were stationed there. +Soon as they saw Sumantra nigh, +Each longed his lord to gratify, +And from his seat beside the door +Up sprang each ancient servitor. +Then to the warders quickly cried +The skilled Sumantra, void of pride: +“Tell Rama that the charioteer +Sumantra waits for audience here.” +The ancient men with one accord +Seeking the pleasure of their lord, +Passing with speed the chamber door +To Rama's ear the message bore. +Forthwith the prince with duteous heed +Called in the messenger with speed, +For 'twas his sire's command, he knew, +That sent him for the interview. +Like Lord Kuvera, well arrayed, +He pressed a couch of gold, +Wherefrom a covering of brocade +Hung down in many a fold. +Oil and the sandal's fragrant dust +Had tinged his body o'er +Dark as the stream the spearman's thrust +Drains from the wounded boar. +Him Síta watched with tender care, +A chouri in her hand, +As Chitra,281 ever fond in fair, +Beside the Moon will stand. +Him glorious with unborrowed light, +A liberal lord, of sunlike might, +Sumantra hailed in words like these, +Well skilled in gentle courtesies, +As, with joined hands in reverence raised, +Upon the beauteous prince he gazed: +“Happy Kauśalya! Blest is she, +The Mother of a son like thee. +Now rise, O Rama, speed away. +Go to thy sire without delay: +For he and Queen Kaikeyí seek +An interview with thee to speak.” +The lion-lord of men, the best +Of splendid heroes, thus addressed, +To Síta spake with joyful cheer: +“The king and queen, my lady dear, +Touching the throning, for my sake +Some salutary counsel take. +The lady of the full black eye +Would fain her husband gratify, +And, all his purpose understood, +Counsels the monarch to my good. +A happy fate is mine, I ween, +When he, consulting with his queen, +Sumantra on this charge, intent +Upon my gain and good, has sent. +An envoy of so noble sort +Well suits the splendour of the court. +The consecration rite this day +Will join me in imperial sway. +To meet the lord of earth, for so +His order bids me, I will go. +Thou, lady, here in comfort stay, +And with thy maidens rest or play.” +Thus Rama spake. For meet reply +The lady of the large black eye +Attended to the door her lord, +And blessings on his head implored: +“The majesty and royal state +Which holy Brahmans venerate, +The consecration and the rite +Which sanctifies the ruler's might, +And all imperial powers should be +Thine by thy father's high decree, +As He, the worlds who formed and planned, +The kingship gave to Indra's hand. +[pg 112] +Then shall mine eyes my king adore +When lustral rites and fast are o'er, +And black deer's skin and roebuck's horn +Thy lordly limbs and hand adorn. +May He whose hands the thunder wield +Be in the east thy guard and shield; +May Yama's care the south befriend, +And Varun's arm the west defend; +And let Kuvera, Lord of Gold, +The north with firm protection hold.” +Then Rama spoke a kind farewell, +And hailed the blessings as they fell +From Síta's gentle lips; and then, +As a young lion from his den +Descends the mountain's stony side, +So from the hall the hero hied. +First Lakshman at the door he viewed +Who stood in reverent attitude, +Then to the central court he pressed +Where watched the friends who loved him best. +To all his dear companions there +He gave kind looks and greeting fair. +On to the lofty car that glowed +Like fire the royal tiger strode. +Bright as himself its silver shone: +A tiger's skin was laid thereon. +With cloudlike thunder, as it rolled, +It flashed with gems and burnished gold, +And, like the sun's meridian blaze, +Blinded the eye that none could gaze. +Like youthful elephants, tall and strong, +Fleet coursers whirled the car along: +In such a car the Thousand-eyed +Borne by swift horses loves to ride. +So like Parjanya,282 when he flies +Thundering through the autumn skies, +The hero from the palace sped, +As leaves the moon some cloud o'erhead. +Still close to Rama Lakshman kept, +Behind him to the car he leapt, +And, watching with fraternal care, +Waved the long chouri's silver hair, +As from the palace gate he came +Up rose the tumult of acclaim. +While loud huzza and jubilant shout +Pealed from the gathered myriads out. +Then elephants, like mountains vast, +And steeds who all their kind surpassed, +Followed their lord by hundreds, nay +By thousands, led in long array. +First marched a band of warriors trained, +With sandal dust and aloe stained; +Well armed was each with sword and bow, +And every breast with hope aglow, +And ever, as they onward went, +Shouts from the warrior train, +And every sweet-toned instrument +Prolonged the minstrel strain. +On passed the tamer of his foes, +While well clad dames, in crowded rows, +Each chamber lattice thronged to view, +And chaplets on the hero threw. +Then all, of peerless face and limb, +Sang Rama's praise for love of him, +And blent their voices, soft and sweet, +From palace high and crowded street: +“Now, sure, Kauśalya's heart must swell +To see the son she loves so well, +Thee Rama, thee, her joy and pride, +Triumphant o'er the realm preside.” +Then—for they knew his bride most fair +Of all who part the soft dark hair, +His love, his life, possessed the whole +Of her young hero's heart and soul:— +“Be sure the lady's fate repays +Some mighty vow of ancient days,283 +For blest with Rama's love is she +As, with the Moon's, sweet Rohiní.”284 +Such were the witching words that came +From lips of many a peerless dame +Crowding the palace roofs to greet +The hero as he gained the street. +Canto XVII. Rama's Approach. +As Rama, rendering blithe and gay +His loving friends, pursued his way, +He saw on either hand a press +Of mingled people numberless. +The royal street he traversed, where +Incense of aloe filled the air, +Where rose high palaces, that vied +With paly clouds, on either side; +With flowers of myriad colours graced. +And food for every varied taste, +Bright as the glowing path o'erhead +Which feet of Gods celestial tread, +Loud benedictions, sweet to hear, +From countless voices soothed his ear. +While he to each gave due salute +His place and dignity to suit: +“Be thou,” the joyful people cried, +“Be thou our guardian, lord and guide. +Throned and anointed king to-day, +Thy feet set forth upon the way +Wherein, each honoured as a God, +Thy fathers and forefathers trod. +Thy sire and his have graced the throne, +And loving care to us have shown: +Thus blest shall we and ours remain, +Yea still more blest in Rama's reign. +[pg 113] +No more of dainty fare we need, +And but one cherished object heed, +That we may see our prince today +Invested with imperial sway.” +Such were the words and pleasant speech +That Rama heard, unmoved, from each +Of the dear friends around him spread, +As onward through the street he sped, +For none could turn his eye or thought +From the dear form his glances sought, +With fruitless ardour forward cast +Even when Raghu's son had past. +And he who saw not Rama nigh, +Nor caught a look from Rama's eye, +A mark for scorn and general blame, +Reproached himself in bitter shame. +For to each class his equal mind +With sympathy and love inclined +Most fully of the princely four, +So greatest love to him they bore. +His circling course the hero bent +Round shrine and altar, reverent, +Round homes of Gods, where cross-roads met, +Where many a sacred tree was set. +Near to his father's house he drew +Like Indra's beautiful to view, +And with the light his glory gave +Within the royal palace drave. +Through three broad courts, where bowmen kept +Their watch and ward, his coursers swept, +Then through the two remaining went +On foot the prince preëminent. +Through all the courts the hero passed, +And gained the ladies' bower at last; +Then through the door alone withdrew, +And left without his retinue. +When thus the monarch's noble boy +Had gone his sire to meet, +The multitude, elate with joy, +Stood watching in the street, +And his return with eager eyes +Expected at the gates, +As for his darling moon to rise +The King of Rivers285 waits. +Canto XVIII. The Sentence. +With hopeless eye and pallid mien +There sat the monarch with the queen. +His father's feet with reverence due +He clasped, and touched Kaikeyí's too. +The king, with eyes still brimming o'er, +Cried Rama! and could do no more. +His voice was choked, his eye was dim, +He could not speak or look on him. +Then sudden fear made Rama shake +As though his foot had roused a snake, +Soon as his eyes had seen the change +So mournful, terrible, and strange. +For there his reason well-nigh fled, +Sighing, with soul disquieted, +To torturing pangs a prey, +Dismayed, despairing, and distraught, +In a fierce whirl of wildering thought +The hapless monarch lay, +Like Ocean wave-engarlanded +Storm-driven from his tranquil bed, +The Sun-God in eclipse, +Or like a holy seer, heart-stirred +With anguish, when a lying word +Has passed his heedless lips. +The sight of his dear father, pained +With woe and misery unexplained +Filled Rama with unrest, +As Ocean's pulses rise and swell +When the great moon he loves so well +Shines full upon his breast. +So grieving for his father's sake, +To his own heart the hero spake: +“Why will the king my sire to-day +No kindly word of greeting say? +At other times, though wroth he be, +His eyes grow calm that look on me. +Then why does anguish wring his brow +To see his well-beloved now?” +Sick and perplexed, distraught with woe, +To Queen Kaikeyí bowing low, +While pallor o'er his bright cheek spread, +With humble reverence he said: +“What have I done, unknown, amiss +To make my father wroth like this? +Declare it, O dear Queen, and win +His pardon for my heedless sin. +Why is the sire I ever find +Filled with all love to-day unkind? +With eyes cast down and pallid cheek +This day alone he will not speak. +Or lies he prostrate neath the blow +Of fierce disease or sudden woe? +For all our bliss is dashed with pain, +And joy unmixt is hard to gain. +Does stroke of evil fortune smite +Dear Bharat, charming to the sight, +Or on the brave Śatrughna fall, +Or consorts, for he loves them all? +Against his words when I rebel, +Or fail to please the monarch well, +When deeds of mine his soul offend, +That hour I pray my life may end. +How should a man to him who gave +His being and his life behave? +The sire to whom he owes his birth +Should be his deity on earth. +Hast thou, by pride and folly moved, +[pg 114] +With bitter taunt the king reproved? +Has scorn of thine or cruel jest +To passion stirred his gentle breast? +Speak truly, Queen, that I may know +What cause has changed the monarch so.” +Thus by the high-souled prince addressed, +Of Raghu's sons the chief and best, +She cast all ruth and shame aside, +And bold with greedy words replied: +“Not wrath, O Rama, stirs the king, +Nor misery stabs with sudden sting; +One thought that fills his soul has he, +But dares not speak for fear of thee. +Thou art so dear, his lips refrain +From words that might his darling pain. +But thou, as duty bids, must still +The promise of thy sire fulfil. +He who to me in days gone by +Vouchsafed a boon with honours high, +Dares now, a king, his word regret, +And caitiff-like disowns the debt. +The lord of men his promise gave +To grant the boon that I might crave, +And now a bridge would idly throw +When the dried stream has ceased to flow. +His faith the monarch must not break +In wrath, or e'en for thy dear sake. +From faith, as well the righteous know, +Our virtue and our merits flow. +Now, be they good or be they ill, +Do thou thy father's words fulfil: +Swear that his promise shall not fail, +And I will tell thee all the tale. +Yes, Rama, when I hear that thou +Hast bound thee by thy father's vow, +Then, not till then, my lips shall speak, +Nor will he tell what boon I seek.” +He heard, and with a troubled breast +This answer to the queen addressed: +“Ah me, dear lady, canst thou deem +That words like these thy lips beseem? +I, at the bidding of my sire, +Would cast my body to the fire, +A deadly draught of poison drink, +Or in the waves of ocean sink: +If he command, it shall be done,— +My father and my king in one. +Then speak and let me know the thing +So longed for by my lord the king. +It shall be done: let this suffice; +Rama ne'er makes a promise twice.” +He ended. To the princely youth +Who loved the right and spoke the truth, +Cruel, abominable came +The answer of the ruthless dame: +“When Gods and Titans fought of yore, +Transfixed with darts and bathed in gore +Two boons to me thy father gave +For the dear life 'twas mine to save. +Of him I claim the ancient debt, +That Bharat on the throne be set, +And thou, O Rama, go this day +To Danḍak forest far away. +Now, Rama, if thou wilt maintain +Thy father's faith without a stain, +And thine own truth and honour clear, +Then, best of men, my bidding hear. +Do thou thy father's word obey, +Nor from the pledge he gave me stray. +Thy life in Danḍak forest spend +Till nine long years and five shall end. +Upon my Bharat's princely head +Let consecrating drops be shed, +With all the royal pomp for thee +Made ready by the king's decree. +Seek Danḍak forest and resign +Rites that would make the empire thine, +For twice seven years of exile wear +The coat of bark and matted hair. +Then in thy stead let Bharat reign +Lord of his royal sire's domain, +Rich in the fairest gems that shine, +Cars, elephants, and steeds, and kine. +The monarch mourns thy altered fate +And vails his brow compassionate: +Bowed down by bitter grief he lies +And dares not lift to thine his eyes. +Obey his word: be firm and brave, +And with great truth the monarch save.” +While thus with cruel words she spoke, +No grief the noble youth betrayed; +But forth the father's anguish broke, +At his dear Rama's lot dismayed. +Canto XIX. Rama's Promise. +Calm and unmoved by threatened woe +The noble conqueror of the foe +Answered the cruel words she spoke, +Nor quailed beneath the murderous stroke: +“Yea, for my father's promise sake +I to the wood my way will take, +And dwell a lonely exile there +In hermit dress with matted hair. +One thing alone I fain would learn, +Why is the king this day so stern? +Why is the scourge of foes so cold, +Nor gives me greeting as of old? +Now let not anger flush thy cheek: +Before thy face the truth I speak, +In hermit's coat with matted hair +To the wild wood will I repair. +How can I fail his will to do, +Friend, master, grateful sovereign too? +One only pang consumes my breast: +That his own lips have not expressed +His will, nor made his longing known +That Bharat should ascend the throne. +[pg 115] +To Bharat I would yield my wife, +My realm and wealth, mine own dear life, +Unasked I fain would yield them all: +More gladly at my father's call, +More gladly when the gift may free +His honour and bring joy to thee. +Thus, lady, his sad heart release +From the sore shame, and give him peace. +But tell me, O, I pray thee, why +The lord of men, with downcast eye, +Lies prostrate thus, and one by one +Down his pale cheek the tear-drops run. +Let couriers to thy father speed +On horses of the swiftest breed, +And, by the mandate of the king, +Thy Bharat to his presence bring. +My father's words I will not stay +To question, but this very day +To Danḍak's pathless wild will fare, +For twice seven years an exile there.” +When Rama thus had made reply +Kaikeyí's heart with joy beat high. +She, trusting to the pledge she held, +The youth's departure thus impelled: +“'Tis well. Be messengers despatched +On coursers ne'er for fleetness matched, +To seek my father's home and lead +My Bharat back with all their speed. +And, Rama, as I ween that thou +Wilt scarce endure to linger now, +So surely it were wise and good +This hour to journey to the wood. +And if, with shame cast down and weak, +No word to thee the king can speak, +Forgive, and from thy mind dismiss +A trifle in an hour like this. +But till thy feet in rapid haste +Have left the city for the waste, +And to the distant forest fled, +He will not bathe nor call for bread.” +“Woe! woe!” from the sad monarch burst, +In surging floods of grief immersed; +Then swooning, with his wits astray, +Upon the gold-wrought couch he lay, +And Rama raised the aged king: +But the stern queen, unpitying, +Checked not her needless words, nor spared +The hero for all speed prepared, +But urged him with her bitter tongue, +Like a good horse with lashes stung, +She spoke her shameful speech. Serene +He heard the fury of the queen, +And to her words so vile and dread +Gently, unmoved in mind, he said: +“I would not in this world remain +A grovelling thrall to paltry gain, +But duty's path would fain pursue, +True as the saints themselves are true. +From death itself I would not fly +My father's wish to gratify, +What deed soe'er his loving son +May do to please him, think it done. +Amid all duties, Queen, I count +This duty first and paramount, +That sons, obedient, aye fulfil +Their honoured fathers' word and will. +Without his word, if thou decree, +Forth to the forest will I flee, +And there shall fourteen years be spent +Mid lonely wilds in banishment. +Methinks thou couldst not hope to find +One spark of virtue in my mind, +If thou, whose wish is still my lord, +Hast for this grace the king implored. +This day I go, but, ere we part, +Must cheer my Síta's tender heart, +To my dear mother bid farewell; +Then to the woods, a while to dwell. +With thee, O Queen, the care must rest +That Bharat hear his sire's behest, +And guard the land with righteous sway, +For such the law that lives for aye.” +In speechless woe the father heard, +Wept with loud cries, but spoke no word. +Then Rama touched his senseless feet, +And hers, for honour most unmeet; +Round both his circling steps he bent, +Then from the bower the hero went. +Soon as he reached the gate he found +His dear companions gathered round. +Behind him came Sumitra's child +With weeping eyes so sad and wild. +Then saw he all that rich array +Of vases for the glorious day. +Round them with reverent stops he paced, +Nor vailed his eye, nor moved in haste. +The loss of empire could not dim +The glory that encompassed him. +So will the Lord of Cooling Rays286 +On whom the world delights to gaze, +Through the great love of all retain +Sweet splendour in the time of wane. +Now to the exile's lot resigned +He left the rule of earth behind: +As though all worldly cares he spurned +No trouble was in him discerned. +The chouries that for kings are used, +And white umbrella, he refused, +Dismissed his chariot and his men, +And every friend and citizen. +He ruled his senses, nor betrayed +The grief that on his bosom weighed, +And thus his mother's mansion sought +To tell the mournful news he brought. +Nor could the gay-clad people there +Who flocked round Rama true and fair, +One sign of altered fortune trace +Upon the splendid hero's face. +Nor had the chieftain, mighty-armed, +Lost the bright look all hearts that charmed, +[pg 116] +As e'en from autumn moons is thrown +A splendour which is all their own. +With his sweet voice the hero spoke +Saluting all the gathered folk, +Then righteous-souled and great in fame +Close to his mother's house he came. +Lakshman the brave, his brother's peer +In princely virtues, followed near, +Sore troubled, but resolved to show +No token of his secret woe. +Thus to the palace Rama went +Where all were gay with hope and joy; +But well he knew the dire event +That hope would mar, that bliss destroy. +So to his grief he would not yield +Lest the sad change their hearts might rend, +And, the dread tiding unrevealed, +Spared from the blow each faithful friend. +Canto XX. Kausalya's Lament. +But in the monarch's palace, when +Sped from the bower that lord of men, +Up from the weeping women went +A mighty wail and wild lament: +“Ah, he who ever freely did +His duty ere his sire could bid, +Our refuge and our sure defence, +This day will go an exile hence, +He on Kauśalya loves to wait +Most tender and affectionate, +And as he treats his mother, thus +From childhood has he treated us. +On themes that sting he will not speak, +And when reviled is calm and meek. +He soothes the angry, heals offence: +He goes to-day an exile hence. +Our lord the king is most unwise, +And looks on life with doting eyes, +Who in his folly casts away +The world's protection, hope, and stay.” +Thus in their woe, like kine bereaved +Of their young calves,287 the ladies grieved, +And ever as they wept and wailed +With keen reproach the king assailed. +Their lamentation, mixed with tears, +Smote with new grief the monarch's ears, +Who, burnt with woe too great to bear, +Fell on his couch and fainted there. +Then Rama, smitten with the pain +His heaving heart could scarce restrain, +Groaned like an elephant and strode +With Lakshman to the queen's abode. +A warder there, whose hoary eld +In honour high by all was held, +Guarding the mansion, sat before +The portal, girt with many more. +Swift to their feet the warders sprang, +And loud the acclamation rang, +Hail, Rama! as to him they bent, +Of victor chiefs preëminent. +One court he passed, and in the next +Saw, masters of each Veda text, +A crowd of Brahmans, good and sage, +Dear to the king for lore and age. +To these he bowed his reverent head, +Thence to the court beyond he sped. +Old dames and tender girls, their care +To keep the doors, were stationed there. +And all, when Rama came in view, +Delighted to the chamber flew, +To bear to Queen Kauśalya's ear +The tidings that she loved to hear. +The queen, on rites and prayer intent, +In careful watch the night had spent, +And at the dawn, her son to aid, +To Vishnu holy offerings made. +Firm in her vows, serenely glad, +In robes of spotless linen clad, +As texts prescribe, with grace implored, +Her offerings in the fire she poured. +Within her splendid bower he came, +And saw her feed the sacred flame. +There oil, and grain, and vases stood, +With wreaths, and curds, and cates, and wood, +And milk, and sesamum, and rice, +The elements of sacrifice. +She, worn and pale with many a fast +And midnight hours in vigil past, +In robes of purest white arrayed, +To Lakshmí Queen drink-offerings paid. +So long away, she flew to meet +The darling of her soul: +So runs a mare with eager feet +To welcome back her foal. +He with his firm support upheld +The queen, as near she drew, +And, by maternal love impelled, +Her arms around him threw. +Her hero son, her matchless boy +She kissed upon the head: +She blessed him in her pride and joy +With tender words, and said: +[pg 117] +“Be like thy royal sires of old, +The nobly good, the lofty-souled! +Their lengthened days and fame be thine, +And virtue, as beseems thy line! +The pious king, thy father, see +True to his promise made to thee: +That truth thy sire this day will show, +And regent's power on thee bestow.” +She spoke. He took the proffered seat, +And as she pressed her son to eat, +Raised reverent bands, and, touched with shame, +Made answer to the royal dame: +“Dear lady, thou hast yet to know +That danger threats, and heavy woe: +A grief that will with sore distress +On Síta, thee, and Lakshman press. +What need of seats have such as I? +This day to Danḍak wood I fly. +The hour is come, a time, unmeet +For silken couch and gilded seat. +I must to lonely wilds repair, +Abstain from flesh, and living there +On roots, fruit, honey, hermit's food, +Pass twice seven years in solitude. +To Bharat's hand the king will yield +The regent power I thought to wield, +And me, a hermit, will he send +My days in Danḍak wood to spend.” +As when the woodman's axe has lopped +A Śal branch in the grove, she dropped: +So from the skies a Goddess falls +Ejected from her radiant halls. +When Rama saw her lying low, +Prostrate by too severe a blow, +Around her form his arms he wound +And raised her fainting from the ground. +His hand upheld her like a mare +Who feels her load too sore to bear, +And sinks upon the way o'ertoiled, +And all her limbs with dust are soiled. +He soothed her in her wild distress +With loving touch and soft caress. +She, meet for highest fortune, eyed +The hero watching by her side, +And thus, while Lakshman bent to hear, +Addressed her son with many a tear! +“If, Rama, thou had ne'er been born +My child to make thy mother mourn, +Though reft of joy, a childless queen, +Such woe as this I ne'er had seen. +Though to the childless wife there clings +One sorrow armed with keenest stings, +“No child have I: no child have I,” +No second misery prompts the sigh. +When long I sought, alas, in vain, +My husband's love and bliss to gain, +In Rama all my hopes I set +And dreamed I might be happy yet. +I, of the consorts first and best, +Must bear my rivals' taunt and jest, +And brook, though better far than they, +The soul distressing words they say. +What woman can be doomed to pine +In misery more sore than mine, +Whose hopeless days must still be spent +In grief that ends not and lament? +They scorned me when my son was nigh; +When he is banished I must die. +Me, whom my husband never prized, +Kaikeyí's retinue despised +With boundless insolence, though she +Tops not in rank nor equals me. +And they who do me service yet, +Nor old allegiance quite forget, +Whene'er they see Kaikeyí's son, +With silent lips my glances shun. +How, O my darling, shall I brook +Each menace of Kaikeyí's look, +And listen, in my low estate, +To taunts of one so passionate? +For seventeen years since thou wast born +I sat and watched, ah me, forlorn! +Hoping some blessed day to see +Deliverance from my woes by thee. +Now comes this endless grief and wrong, +So dire I cannot bear it long, +Sinking, with age and sorrow worn, +Beneath my rivals' taunts and scorn. +How shall I pass in dark distress +My long lone days of wretchedness +Without my Rama's face, as bright +As the full moon to cheer my sight? +Alas, my cares thy steps to train, +And fasts, and vows, and prayers are vain. +Hard, hard, I ween, must be this heart +To hear this blow nor burst apart, +As some great river bank, when first +The floods of Rain-time on it burst. +No, Fate that speeds not will not slay, +Nor Yama's halls vouchsafe me room, +Or, like a lion's weeping prey, +Death now had borne me to my doom. +Hard is my heart and wrought of steel +That breaks not with the crushing blow, +Or in the pangs this day I feel +My lifeless frame had sunk below. +Death waits his hour, nor takes me now: +But this sad thought augments my pain, +That prayer and largess, fast and vow, +And Heavenward service are in vain. +Ah me, ah me! with fruitless toil +Of rites austere a child I sought: +Thus seed cast forth on barren soil +Still lifeless lies and comes to naught. +If ever wretch by anguish grieved +Before his hour to death had fled, +I mourning, like a cow bereaved, +Had been this day among the dead.” +[pg 118] +Canto XXI. Kausalya Calmed. +While thus Kauśalya wept and sighed, +With timely words sad Lakshman cried: +“O honoured Queen I like it ill +That, subject to a woman's will, +Rama his royal state should quit +And to an exile's doom submit. +The aged king, fond, changed, and weak, +Will as the queen compels him speak. +But why should Rama thus be sent +To the wild woods in banishment? +No least offence I find in him, +I see no fault his fame to dim. +Not one in all the world I know, +Not outcast wretch, not secret foe, +Whose whispering lips would dare assail +His spotless life with slanderous tale. +Godlike and bounteous, just, sincere, +E'en to his very foemen dear: +Who would without a cause neglect +The right, and such a son reject? +And if a king such order gave, +In second childhood, passion's slave, +What son within his heart would lay +The senseless order, and obey? +Come, Rama, ere this plot be known +Stand by me and secure the throne. +Stand like the King who rules below, +Stand aided by thy brother's bow: +How can the might of meaner men +Resist thy royal purpose then? +My shafts, if rebels court their fate, +Shall lay Ayodhya desolate. +Then shall her streets with blood be dyed +Of those who stand on Bharat's side: +None shall my slaughtering hand exempt, +For gentle patience earns contempt. +If, by Kaikeyí's counsel changed, +Our father's heart be thus estranged, +No mercy must our arm restrain, +But let the foe be slain, be slain. +For should the guide, respected long, +No more discerning right and wrong, +Turn in forbidden paths to stray, +'Tis meet that force his steps should stay. +What power sufficient can he see, +What motive for the wish has he, +That to Kaikeyí would resign +The empire which is justly thine? +Can he, O conqueror of thy foes, +Thy strength and mine in war oppose? +Can he entrust, in our despite, +To Bharat's hand thy royal right? +I love this brother with the whole +Affection of my faithful soul. +Yea Queen, by bow and truth I swear, +By sacrifice, and gift, and prayer, +If Rama to the forest goes, +Or where the burning furnace glows, +First shall my feet the forest tread, +The flames shall first surround my head. +My might shall chase thy grief and tears, +As darkness flies when morn appears. +Do thou, dear Queen, and Rama too +Behold what power like mine can do. +My aged father I will kill, +The vassal of Kaikeyí's will, +Old, yet a child, the woman's thrall, +Infirm, and base, the scorn of all.” +Thus Lakshman cried, the mighty-souled: +Down her sad cheeks the torrents rolled, +As to her son Kauśalya spake: +“Now thou hast heard thy brother, take +His counsel if thou hold it wise, +And do the thing his words advise, +Do not, my son, with tears I pray, +My rival's wicked word obey, +Leave me not here consumed with woe, +Nor to the wood, an exile, go. +If thou, to virtue ever true, +Thy duty's path would still pursue, +The highest duty bids thee stay +And thus thy mother's voice obey. +Thus Kaśyap's great ascetic son +A seat among the Immortals won: +In his own home, subdued, he stayed, +And honour to his mother paid. +If reverence to thy sire be due, +Thy mother claims like honour too, +And thus I charge thee, O my child, +Thou must not seek the forest wild. +Ah, what to me were life and bliss, +Condemned my darling son to miss? +But with my Rama near, to eat +The very grass itself were sweet. +But if thou still wilt go and leave +Thy hapless mother here to grieve, +I from that hour will food abjure, +Nor life without my son endure. +Then it will be thy fate to dwell +In depth of world-detested hell. +As Ocean in the olden time +Was guilty of an impious crime +That marked the lord of each fair flood +As one who spills a Brahman's blood.”288 +Thus spake the queen, and wept, and sighed: +Then righteous Rama thus replied: +“I have no power to slight or break +Commandments which my father spake. +I bend my head, dear lady, low, +Forgive me, for I needs must go. +Once Kandu, mighty saint, who made +His dwelling in the forest shade, +[pg 119] +A cow—and duty's claims he knew— +Obedient to his father, slew. +And in the line from which we spring, +When ordered by their sire the king, +Through earth the sons of Sagar cleft, +And countless things of life bereft.289 +So Jamadagní's son290 obeyed +His sire, when in the wood he laid +His hand upon his axe, and smote +Through Renuka his mother's throat. +The deeds of these and more beside. +Peers of the Gods, my steps shall guide, +And resolute will I fulfil +My father's word, my father's will. +Nor I, O Queen, unsanctioned tread +This righteous path, by duty led: +The road my footsteps journey o'er +Was traversed by the great of yore. +This high command which all accept +Shall faithfully by me be kept, +For duty ne'er will him forsake +Who fears his sire's command to break.” +Thus to his mother wild with grief: +Then thus to Lakshman spake the chief +Of those by whom the bow is bent, +Mid all who speak, most eloquent: +“I know what love for me thou hast, +What firm devotion unsurpassed: +Thy valour and thy worth I know, +And glory that appals the foe. +Blest youth, my mother's woe is great, +It bends her 'neath its matchless weight: +No claims will she, with blinded eyes, +Of truth and patience recognize. +For duty is supreme in place, +And truth is duty's noblest base. +Obedient to my sire's behest +I serve the cause of duty best. +For man should truly do whate'er +To mother, Brahman, sire, he sware: +He must in duty's path remain, +Nor let his word be pledged in vain. +And, O my brother, how can I +Obedience to this charge deny? +Kaikeyí's tongue my purpose spurred, +But 'twas my sire who gave the word. +Cast these unholy thoughts aside +Which smack of war and Warriors' pride; +To duty's call, not wrath attend, +And tread the path which I commend.” +Rama by fond affection moved +His brother Lakshman thus reproved; +Then with joined hands and reverent head +Again to Queen Kauśalya said: +“I needs must go—do thou consent— +To the wild wood in banishment. +O give me, by my life I pray, +Thy blessing ere I go away. +I, when the promised years are o'er, +Shall see Ayodhya's town once more. +Then, mother dear, thy tears restrain, +Nor let thy heart be wrung by pain: +In time, my father's will obeyed, +Shall I return from greenwood shade. +My dear Videhan, thou, and I, +Lakshman, Sumitra, feel this tie, +And must my father's word obey, +As duty bids that rules for aye. +Thy preparations now forgo, +And lock within thy breast thy woe, +Nor be my pious wish withstood +To go an exile to the wood.” +Calm and unmoved the prince explained +His duty's claim and purpose high, +The mother life and sense regained, +Looked on her son and made reply: +“If reverence be thy father's due, +The same by right and love is mine: +Go not, my charge I thus renew, +Nor leave me here in woe to pine, +What were such lonely life to me, +Rites to the shades, or deathless lot? +More dear, my son, one hour with thee +Than all the world where thou art not.” +As bursts to view, when brands blaze high, +Some elephant concealed by night, +So, when he heard his mother's cry, +Burnt Rama's grief with fiercer might. +Thus to the queen, half senseless still, +And Lakshman, burnt with heart-felt pain, +True to the right, with steadfast will, +His duteous speech he spoke again: +“Brother, I know thy loving mind, +Thy valour and thy truth I know, +But now to claims of duty blind +Thou and my mother swell my woe. +The fruits of deeds in human life +Make love, gain, duty, manifest, +Dear when they meet as some fond wife +With her sweet babes upon her breast. +But man to duty first should turn +Whene'er the three are not combined: +For those who heed but gain we spurn, +And those to pleasure all resigned. +Shall then the virtuous disobey +Hosts of an aged king and sire, +Though feverous joy that father sway, +Or senseless love or causeless ire? +I have no power, commanded thus, +To slight his promise and decree: +The honoured sire of both of us, +My mother's lord and life is he. +Shall she, while yet the holy king +Is living, on the right intent,— +Shall she, like some poor widowed thing, +Go forth with me to banishment? +Now, mother, speed thy parting son, +And let thy blessing soothe my pain, +[pg 120] +That I may turn, mine exile done, +Like King Yayati, home again. +Fair glory and the fruit she gives, +For lust of sway I ne'er will slight: +What, for the span a mortal lives. +Were rule of faith without the right?” +He soothed her thus, firm to the last +His counsel to his brother told: +Then round the queen in reverence passed, +And held her in his loving hold. +Canto XXII. Lakshman Calmed. +So Rama kept unshaken still +His noble heart with iron will. +To his dear brother next he turned, +Whose glaring eyes with fury burned, +Indignant, panting like a snake, +And thus again his counsel spake: +“Thine anger and thy grief restrain, +And firm in duty's path remain. +Dear brother, lay thy scorn aside, +And be the right thy joy and pride. +Thy ready zeal and thoughtful care +To aid what rites should grace the heir,— +These 'tis another's now to ask; +Come, gird thee for thy noble task, +That Bharat's throning rites may he +Graced with the things prepared for me. +And with thy gentle care provide +That her fond heart, now sorely tried +With fear and longing for my sake, +With doubt and dread may never ache. +To know that thoughts of coming ill +One hour that tender bosom fill +With agony and dark despair +Is grief too great for me to bear. +I cannot, brother, call to mind +One wilful fault or undesigned, +When I have pained in anything +My mothers or my sire the king. +The right my father keeps in view, +In promise, word, and action true; +Let him then all his fear dismiss, +Nor dread the loss of future bliss. +He fears his truth herein will fail: +Hence bitter thoughts his heart assail. +He trembles lest the rites proceed, +And at his pangs my heart should bleed. +So now this earnest wish is mine, +The consecration to resign, +And from this city turn away +To the wild wood with no delay. +My banishment to-day will free +Kaikeyí from her cares, that she, +At last contented and elate, +May Bharat's throning celebrate. +Then will the lady's trouble cease, +Then will her heart have joy and peace, +When wandering in the wood I wear +Deerskin, and bark, and matted hair. +Nor shall by me his heart be grieved +Whose choice approved, whose mind conceived +This counsel which I follow. No, +Forth to the forest will I go. +'Tis Fate, Sumitras son, confess, +That sends me to the wilderness. +'Tis Fate alone that gives away +To other hands the royal sway. +How could Kaikeyí's purpose bring +On me this pain and suffering, +Were not her change of heart decreed +By Fate whose will commands the deed? +I know my filial love has been +The same throughout for every queen, +And with the same affection she +Has treated both her son and me. +Her shameful words of cruel spite +To stay the consecrating rite, +And drive me banished from the throne,— +These I ascribe to Fate alone, +How could she, born of royal race, +Whom nature decks with fairest grace, +Speak like a dame of low degree +Before the king to torture me? +But Fate, which none may comprehend, +To which all life must bow and bend, +In her and me its power has shown, +And all my hopes are overthrown. +What man, Sumitra's darling, may +Contend with Fate's resistless sway, +Whose all-commanding power we find +Our former deeds alone can bind? +Our life and death, our joy and pain, +Anger and fear, and loss and gain, +Each thing that is, in every state, +All is the work of none but Fate. +E'en saints, inspired with rigid zeal, +When once the stroke of Fate they feel, +In sternest vows no more engage, +And fall enslaved by love and rage. +So now the sudden stroke whose weight +Descends unlooked for, comes of Fate, +And with unpitying might destroys +The promise of commencing joys. +Weigh this true counsel in thy soul: +With thy firm heart thy heart control; +Then, brother, thou wilt cease to grieve +For hindered rites which now I leave. +So cast thy needless grief away, +And strictly my commands obey. +Those preparations check with speed, +Nor let my throning rites proceed. +Those urns that stand prepared to shed +King-making drops upon my head, +Shall, with their pure lustrations now +Inaugurate my hermit's vow. +[pg 121] +Yet what have I to do with things +That touch the state and pomp of kings? +These hands of mine shall water take +To sanctify the vow I make. +Now Lakshman, let thy heart no more +My fortune changed and lost deplore. +A forest life more joys may bring +Than those that wait upon a king, +Now though her arts successful mar +My consecrating rite, +Let not the youngest queen too far +Thy jealous fear excite. +Nor let one thought suggesting ill +Upon our father fall, +But let thy heart remember still +That Fate is lord of all.” +Canto XXIII. Lakshman's Anger. +Thus Rama to his brother said; +And Lakshman bent his drooping head. +In turns by grief and pride impelled, +A middle course of thought he held, +Then in a frown of anger, bent +His brows that chief most excellent, +And like a serpent in his hole, +Breathed fierce and fast in wrath of soul. +His threatening brows so darkly frowned, +His eyes so fiercely glanced around, +They made his glare, which none might brook, +Like some infuriate lion's look. +Like some wild elephant, full oft +He raised and shook his hand291 aloft. +Now turned his neck to left and right +Now bent, now raised its stately height. +Now in his rage that sword he felt +Which mangling wounds to foemen dealt, +With sidelong glance his brother eyed, +And thus in burning words replied: +“Thy rash resolve, thy eager haste, +Thy mighty fear, are all misplaced: +No room is here for duty's claim, +No cause to dread the people's blame. +Can one as brave as thou consent +To use a coward's argument? +The glory of the Warrior race +With craven speech his lips debase? +Can one like thee so falsely speak, +Exalting Fate, confessed so weak? +Canst thou, undoubting still restrain? +Suspicions of those sinful twain? +Canst thou, most duteous, fail to know +Their hearts are set on duty's show? +They with deceit have set their trains, +And now the fruit rewards their pains. +Had they not long ago agreed, +O Rama, on this treacherous deed, +That promised boon, so long retained, +He erst had given and she had gained. +I cannot, O my brother, bear +To see another throned as heir +With rites which all our people hate: +Then, O, this passion tolerate. +This vaunted duty which can guide +Thy steps from wisdom's path aside, +And change the counsel of thy breast, +O lofty-hearted, I detest. +Wilt thou, when power and might are thine, +Submit to this abhorred design? +Thy father's impious hest fulfil, +That vassal of Kaikeyí's will? +But if thou still wilt shut thine eyes, +Nor see the guile herein that lies, +My soul is sad, I deeply mourn, +And duty seems a thing to scorn. +Canst thou one moment think to please +This pair who live for love and ease, +And 'gainst thy peace, as foes, allied, +With tenderest names their hatred hide? +Now if thy judgment still refers +To Fate this plot of his and hers, +My mind herein can ne'er agree: +And O, in this be ruled by me. +Weak, void of manly pride are they +Who bend to Fate's imputed sway: +The choicest souls, the nobly great +Disdain to bow their heads to Fate. +And he who dares his Fate control +With vigorous act and manly soul, +Though threatening Fate his hopes assail, +Unmoved through all need never quail. +This day mankind shall learn aright +The power of Fate and human might, +So shall the gulf that lies between +A man and Fate be clearly seen. +The might of Fate subdued by me +This hour the citizens shall see, +Who saw its intervention stay +Thy consecrating rites to-day. +My power shall turn this Fate aside, +That threatens, as, with furious stride, +An elephant who scorns to feel, +In rage unchecked, the driver's steel. +Not the great Lords whose sleepless might +Protects the worlds, shall stay the rite +Though earth, hell, heaven combine their powers: +And shall we fear this sire of ours? +Then if their minds are idly bent +To doom thee, King, to banishment, +Through twice seven years of exile they +[pg 122] +Shall in the lonely forest stay. +I will consume the hopes that fire +The queen Kaikeyí and our sire, +That to her son this check will bring +Advantage, making Bharat king. +The power of Fate will ne'er withstand +The might that arms my vigorous hand; +If danger and distress assail, +My fearless strength will still prevail. +A thousand circling years shall flee: +The forest then thy home shall be, +And thy good sons, succeeding, hold +The empire which their sire controlled. +The royal saints, of old who reigned, +For aged kings this rest ordained: +These to their sons their realm commit +That they, like sires, may cherish it. +O pious soul, if thou decline +The empire which is justly thine, +Lest, while the king distracted lies, +Disorder in the state should rise, +I,—or no mansion may I find +In worlds to hero souls assigned,— +The guardian of thy realm will be, +As the sea-bank protects the sea. +Then cast thine idle fears aside: +With prosperous rites be sanctified. +The lords of earth may strive in vain: +My power shall all their force restrain. +My pair of arms, my warrior's bow +Are not for pride or empty show: +For no support these shafts were made; +And binding up ill suits my blade: +To pierce the foe with deadly breach— +This is the work of all and each. +But small, methinks the love I show +For him I count my mortal foe. +Soon as my trenchant steel is bare, +Flashing its lightning through the air, +I heed no foe, nor stand aghast +Though Indra's self the levin cast. +Then shall the ways be hard to pass, +Where chariots lie in ruinous mass; +When elephant and man and steed +Crushed in the murderous onslaught bleed, +And legs and heads fall, heap on heap, +Beneath my sword's tremendous sweep. +Struck by my keen brand's trenchant blade, +Thine enemies shall fall dismayed, +Like towering mountains rent in twain, +Or lightning clouds that burst in rain. +When armed with brace and glove I stand, +And take my trusty bow in hand, +Who then shall vaunt his might? who dare +Count him a man to meet me there? +Then will I loose my shafts, and strike +Man, elephant, and steed alike: +At one shall many an arrow fly, +And many a foe with one shall die. +This day the world my power shall see, +That none in arms can rival me: +My strength the monarch shall abase, +And set thee, lord, in lordliest place. +These arms which breathe the sandal's scent, +Which golden bracelets ornament, +These hands which precious gifts bestow, +Which guard the friend and smite the foe, +A nobler service shall assay, +And fight in Rama's cause to-day, +The robbers of thy rights to stay. +Speak, brother, tell thy foeman's name +Whom I, in conquering strife, +May strip of followers and fame, +Of fortune, or of life. +Say, how may all this sea-girt land +Be brought to own thy sway: +Thy faithful servant here I stand +To listen and obey.” +Then strove the bride of Raghu's race +Sad Lakshman's heart to cheer, +While slowly down the hero's face, +Unchecked, there rolled a tear. +“The orders of my sire,” he cried, +“My will shall ne'er oppose: +I follow still, whate'er betide, +The path which duty shows.” +Canto XXIV. Kausalya Calmed. +But when Kauśalyasaw that he +Resolved to keep his sire's decree, +While tears and sobs her utterance broke, +Her very righteous speech she spoke: +“Can he, a stranger yet to pain, +Whose pleasant words all hearts enchain, +Son of the king and me the queen, +Live on the grain his hands may glean; +Can he, whose slaves and menials eat +The finest cakes of sifted wheat— +Can Rama in the forest live +On roots and fruit which woodlands give; +Who will believe, who will not fear +When the sad story smites his ear, +That one so dear, so noble held, +Is by the king his sire expelled? +Now surely none may Fate resist, +Which orders all as it may list, +If, Rama, in thy strength and grace, +The woods become thy dwelling-place. +A childless mother long I grieved, +And many a sigh for offspring heaved, +With wistful longing weak and worn +Till thou at last, my son, wast born. +Fanned by the storm of that desire +Deep in my soul I felt the fire, +Whose offerings flowed from weeping eyes, +With fuel fed of groans and sighs, +[pg 123] +While round the flame the smoke grew hot +Of tears because thou camest not. +Now reft of thee, too fiery fierce +The flame of woe my heart will pierce, +As, when the days of spring return, +The sun's hot beams the forest burn. +The mother cow still follows near +The wanderings of her youngling dear. +So close to thine my feet shall be, +Where'er thou goest following thee.” +Rama, the noblest lord of men, +Heard his fond mother's speech, and then +In soothing words like these replied +To the sad queen who wept and sighed: +“Nay, by Kaikeyí's art beguiled, +When I am banished to the wild, +If thou, my mother, also fly, +The aged king will surely die. +When wedded dames their lords forsake, +Long for the crime their souls shall ache. +Thou must not e'en in thought within +Thy bosom frame so dire a sin. +Long as Kakutstha's son, who reigns +Lord of the earth, in life remains, +Thou must with love his will obey: +This duty claims, supreme for aye. +Yes, mother, thou and I must be +Submissive to my sire's decree, +King, husband, sire is he confessed, +The lord of all, the worthiest. +I in the wilds my days will spend +Till twice seven years have reached an end, +Then with great joy will come again, +And faithful to thy hests remain.” +Kauśalya by her son addressed, +With love and passion sore distressed, +Afflicted, with her eyes bedewed, +To Rama thus her speech renewed: +“Nay, Rama, but my heart will break +If with these queens my home I make. +Lead me too with thee; let me go +And wander like a woodland roe.” +Then, while no tear the hero shed, +Thus to the weeping queen he said: +“Mother, while lives the husband, he +Is woman's lord and deity. +O dearest lady, thou and I +Our lord and king must ne'er deny; +The lord of earth himself have we +Our guardian wise and friend to be. +And Bharat, true to duty's call, +Whose sweet words take the hearts of all, +Will serve thee well, and ne'er forget +The virtuous path before him set. +Be this, I pray, thine earnest care, +That the old king my father ne'er, +When I have parted hence, may know, +Grieved for his son, a pang of woe. +Let not this grief his soul distress, +To kill him with the bitterness. +With duteous care, in every thing, +Love, comfort, cheer the aged king. +Though, best of womankind, a spouse +Keeps firmly all her fasts and vows, +Nor yet her husband's will obeys, +She treads in sin's forbidden ways. +She to her husband's will who bends, +Goes to high bliss that never ends, +Yea, though the Gods have found in her +No reverential worshipper. +Bent on his weal, a woman still +Must seek to do her husband's will: +For Scripture, custom, law uphold +This duty Heaven revealed of old. +Honour true Brahmans for my sake, +And constant offerings duly make, +With fire-oblations and with flowers, +To all the host of heavenly powers. +Look to the coming time, and yearn +For the glad hour of my return. +And still thy duteous course pursue, +Abstemious, humble, kind, and true. +The highest bliss shalt thou obtain +When I from exile come again, +If, best of those who keep the right, +The king my sire still see the light.” +The queen, by Rama thus addressed, +Still with a mother's grief oppressed, +While her long eyes with tears were dim, +Began once more and answered him: +“Not by my pleading may be stayed +The firm resolve thy soul has made. +My hero, thou wilt go; and none +The stern commands of Fate may shun. +Go forth, dear child whom naught can bend, +And may all bliss thy steps attend. +Thou wilt return, and that dear day +Will chase mine every grief away. +Thou wilt return, thy duty done, +Thy vows discharged, high glory won; +From filial debt wilt thou be free, +And sweetest joy will come on me. +My son, the will of mighty Fate +At every time must dominate, +If now it drives thee hence to stray +Heedless of me who bid thee stay. +Go, strong of arm, go forth, my boy, +Go forth, again to come with joy, +And thine expectant mother cheer +With those sweet tones she loves to hear. +O that the blessed hour were nigh +When thou shalt glad this anxious eye, +With matted hair and hermit dress +returning from the wilderness.” +Kauśalya's conscious soul approved, +As her proud glance she bent +On Rama constant and unmoved, +Resolved on banishment. +Such words, with happy omens fraught +To her dear son she said, +Invoking with each eager thought +A blessing on his head. +[pg 124] +Canto XXV. Kausalya's Blessing. +Her grief and woe she cast aside, +Her lips with water purified, +And thus her benison began +That mother of the noblest man: +“If thou wilt hear no words of mine, +Go forth, thou pride of Raghu's line. +Go, darling, and return with speed, +Walking where noble spirits lead. +May virtue on thy steps attend, +And be her faithful lover's friend. +May Those to whom thy vows are paid +In temple and in holy shade, +With all the mighty saints combine +To keep that precious life of thine. +The arms wise Viśvamitra292 gave +Thy virtuous soul from danger save. +Long be thy life: thy sure defence +Shall be thy truthful innocence, +And that obedience, naught can tire, +To me thy mother and thy sire. +May fanes where holy fires are fed, +Altars with grass and fuel spread, +Each sacrificial ground, each tree, +Rock, lake, and mountain, prosper thee. +Let old Viraj,293 and Him who made +The universe, combine to aid; +Let Indra and each guardian Lord +Who keeps the worlds, their help afford, +And be thy constant friend the Sun, +Lord Púsha, Bhaga, Aryuman.294 +Fortnights and seasons, nights and days, +Years, months, and hours, protect thy ways, +Vrihaspati shall still be nigh, +The War-God, and the Moon on high, +And Narad295 and the sainted seven296 +Shall watch thee from their starry heaven. +The mountains, and the seas which ring +The world, and Varuna the King, +Sky, ether, and the wind, whate'er +Moves not or moves, for thee shall care. +Each lunar mansion be benign, +With happier light the planets shine; +All gods, each light in heaven that glows, +Protect my child where'er he goes. +The twilight hours, the day and night, +Keep in the wood thy steps aright. +Watch, minute, instant, as they flee, +Shall all bring happiness to thee. +Celestials and the Titan brood +Protect thee in thy solitude, +And haunt the mighty wood to bless +The wanderer in his hermit dress. +Fear not, by mightier guardians screened, +The giant or night-roving fiend; +Nor let the cruel race who tear +Man's flesh for food thy bosom scare. +Far be the ape, the scorpion's sting, +Fly, gnat, and worm, and creeping thing. +Thee shall the hungry lion spare, +The tiger, elephant, and bear: +Safe, from their furious might repose, +Safe from the horned buffaloes. +Each savage thing the forests breed, +That love on human flesh to feed, +Shall for my child its rage abate, +When thus its wrath I deprecate. +Blest be thy ways: may sweet success +The valour of my darling bless. +To all that Fortune can bestow, +Go forth, my child, my Rama, go. +Go forth, O happy in the love +Of all the Gods below, above; +And in those guardian powers confide +Thy paths who keep, thy steps who guide. +May Śukra,297 Yama, Sun, and Moon, +And He who gives each golden boon,298 +Won by mine earnest prayers, be good +To thee, my son, in Danḍak wood. +Fire, wind, and smoke, each text and spell +From mouths of holy seers that fell, +Guard Rama when his limbs he dips, +Or with the stream makes pure his lips! +May the great saints and He, the Lord +Who made the worlds, by worlds adored, +And every God in heaven beside +My banished Rama keep and guide.” +Thus with due praise the long-eyed dame, +Ennobled by her spotless fame, +With wreaths of flowers and precious scent +Worshipped the Gods, most reverent. +A high-souled Brahman lit the fire, +And offered, at the queen's desire, +The holy oil ordained to burn +For Rama's weal and safe return. +Kauśalya best of dames, with care +Set oil, wreaths, fuel, mustard, there. +Then when the rites of fire had ceased, +For Rama's bliss and health, the priest, +Standing without gave what remained +In general offering,299 as ordained. +[pg 125] +Dealing among the twice-horn train +Honey, and curds, and oil, and grain, +He bade each heart and voice unite +To bless the youthful anchorite. +Then Rama's mother, glorious dame +Bestowed, to meet the Brahman's claim, +A lordly fee for duty done: +And thus again addressed her son: +“Such blessings as the Gods o'erjoyed +Poured forth, when Vritra300 was destroyed, +On Indra of the thousand eyes, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Yea, such as Vinata once gave +To King Suparna301 swift and brave, +Who sought the drink that cheers the skies, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Yea, such as, when the Amrit rose,302 +And Indra slew his Daitya foes, +The royal Aditi bestowed +On Him whose hand with slaughter glowed +Of that dire brood of monstrous size, +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +E'en such as peerless Vishnu graced, +When with his triple step he paced, +Outbursting from the dwarf's disguise,303 +Attend, my child, thine enterprise! +Floods, isles, and seasons as they fly, +Worlds, Vedas, quarters of the sky, +Combine, O mighty-armed, to bless +Thee destined heir of happiness!” +The long-eyed lady ceased: she shed +Pure scent and grain upon his head. +And that prized herb whose sovereign power +Preserves from dark misfortune's hour, +Upon the hero's arm she set, +To be his faithful amulet. +While holy texts she murmured low, +And spoke glad words though crushed by woe, +Concealing with obedient tongue +The pangs with which her heart was wrung. +She bent, she kissed his brow, she pressed +Her darling to her troubled breast: +“Firm in thy purpose, go,” she cried, +“Go Rama, and may bliss betide. +Attain returning safe and well, +Triumphant in Ayodhya, dwell. +Then shall my happy eyes behold +The empire by thy will controlled. +Then grief and care shall leave no trace, +Joy shall light up thy mother's face, +And I shall see my darling reign, +In moonlike glory come again. +These eyes shall fondly gaze on thee +So faithful to thy sire's decree, +When thou the forest wild shalt quit +On thine ancestral throne to sit. +Yea, thou shalt turn from exile back, +Nor choicest blessings ever lack, +Then fill with rapture ever new +My bosom and thy consort's too. +To Śiva and the heavenly host +My worship has been paid, +To mighty saint, to godlike ghost, +To every wandering shade. +Forth to the forest thou wilt hie, +Therein to dwell so long: +Let all the quarters of the sky +Protect my child from wrong.” +Her blessings thus the queen bestowed; +Then round him fondly paced, +And often, while her eyes o'erflowed, +Her dearest son embraced. +Kauśalya's honoured feet he pressed, +As round her steps she bent, +And radiant with her prayers that blessed, +To Síta's home he went. +Canto XXVI. Alone With Síta. +So Rama, to his purpose true, +To Queen Kauśalya bade adieu, +Received the benison she gave, +And to the path of duty clave. +As through the crowded street he passed, +A radiance on the way he cast, +And each fair grace, by all approved, +The bosoms of the people moved. +Now of the woeful change no word +The fair Videhan bride had heard; +The thought of that imperial rite +Still filled her bosom with delight. +With grateful heart and joyful thought +The Gods in worship she had sought, +And, well in royal duties learned, +Sat longing till her lord returned, +Not all unmarked by grief and shame +Within his sumptuous home he came, +And hurried through the happy crowd +With eye dejected, gloomy-browed. +Up Síta sprang, and every limb +Trembled with fear at sight of him. +She marked that cheek where anguish fed, +Those senses care-disquieted. +For, when he looked on her, no more +Could his heart hide the load it bore, +Nor could the pious chief control +The paleness o'er his cheek that stole. +His altered cheer, his brow bedewed +With clammy drops, his grief she viewed, +And cried, consumed with fires of woe, +“What, O my lord, has changed thee so? +[pg 126] +Vrihaspati looks down benign, +And the moon rests in Pushya's sign, +As Brahmans sage this day declare: +Then whence, my lord, this grief and care? +Why does no canopy, like foam +For its white beauty, shade thee home, +Its hundred ribs spread wide to throw +Splendour on thy fair head below? +Where are the royal fans, to grace +The lotus beauty of thy face, +Fair as the moon or wild-swan's wing, +And waving round the new-made king? +Why do no sweet-toned bards rejoice +To hail thee with triumphant voice? +No tuneful heralds love to raise +Loud music in their monarch's praise? +Why do no Brahmans, Scripture-read, +Pour curds and honey on thy head, +Anointed, as the laws ordain, +With holy rites, supreme to reign? +Where are the chiefs of every guild? +Where are the myriads should have filled +The streets, and followed home their king +With merry noise and triumphing? +Why does no gold-wrought chariot lead +With four brave horses, best for speed? +No elephant precede the crowd +Like a huge hill or thunder cloud, +Marked from his birth for happy fate, +Whom signs auspicious decorate? +Why does no henchman, young and fair, +Precede thee, and delight to bear +Entrusted to his reverent hold +The burthen of thy throne of gold? +Why, if the consecrating rite +Be ready, why this mournful plight? +Why do I see this sudden change, +This altered mien so sad and strange?” +To her, as thus she weeping cried, +Raghu's illustrious son replied: +“Síta, my honoured sire's decree +Commands me to the woods to flee. +O high-born lady, nobly bred +In the good paths thy footsteps tread, +Hear, Janak's daughter, while I tell +The story as it all befell. +Of old my father true and brave +Two boons to Queen Kaikeyí gave. +Through these the preparations made +For me to-day by her are stayed, +For he is bound to disallow +This promise by that earlier vow. +In Danḍak forest wild and vast +Must fourteen years by me be passed. +My father's will makes Bharat heir, +The kingdom and the throne to share. +Now, ere the lonely wild I seek, +I come once more with thee to speak. +In Bharat's presence, O my dame, +Ne'er speak with pride of Rama's name: +Another's eulogy to hear +Is hateful to a monarch's ear. +Thou must with love his rule obey +To whom my father yields the sway. +With love and sweet observance learn +His grace, and more the king's, to earn. +Now, that my father may not break +The words of promise that he spake, +To the drear wood my steps are bent: +Be firm, good Síta, and content. +Through all that time, my blameless spouse, +Keep well thy fasts and holy vows. +Rise from thy bed at break of day, +And to the Gods due worship pay. +With meek and lowly love revere +The lord of men, my father dear, +And reverence to Kauśalya show, +My mother, worn with eld and woe: +By duty's law, O best of dames, +High worship from thy love she claims, +Nor to the other queens refuse +Observance, rendering each her dues: +By love and fond attention shown +They are my mothers like mine own. +Let Bharat and Śatrughna bear +In thy sweet love a special share: +Dear as my life, O let them be +Like brother and like son to thee. +In every word and deed refrain +From aught that Bharat's soul may pain: +He is Ayodhya's king and mine, +The head and lord of all our line. +For those who serve and love them much +With weariless endeavour, touch +And win the gracious hearts of kings. +While wrath from disobedience springs. +Great monarchs from their presence send +Their lawful sons who still offend, +And welcome to the vacant place +Good children of an alien race. +Then, best of women, rest thou here, +And Bharat's will with love revere. +Obedient to thy king remain, +And still thy vows of truth maintain. +To the wide wood my steps I bend: +Make thou thy dwelling here; +See that thy conduct ne'er offend, +And keep my words, my dear.” +Canto XXVII. Síta's Speech. +His sweetly-speaking bride, who best +Deserved her lord, he thus addressed. +Then tender love bade passion wake, +And thus the fair Videhan spake: +“What words are these that thou hast said? +Contempt of me the thought has bred. +O best of heroes, I dismiss +With bitter scorn a speech like this: +[pg 127] +Unworthy of a warrior's fame +It taints a monarch's son with shame, +Ne'er to be heard from those who know +The science of the sword and bow. +My lord, the mother, sire, and son +Receive their lots by merit won; +The brother and the daughter find +The portions to their deeds assigned. +The wife alone, whate'er await, +Must share on earth her husband's fate. +So now the king's command which sends +Thee to the wild, to me extends. +The wife can find no refuge, none, +In father, mother, self, or son: +Both here, and when they vanish hence, +Her husband is her sole defence. +If, Raghu's son, thy steps are led +Where Danḍak's pathless wilds are spread, +My foot before thine own shall pass +Through tangled thorn and matted grass. +Dismiss thine anger and thy doubt: +Like refuse water cast them out, +And lead me, O my hero, hence— +I know not sin—with confidence. +Whate'er his lot, 'tis far more sweet +To follow still a husband's feet +Than in rich palaces to lie, +Or roam at pleasure through the sky. +My mother and my sire have taught +What duty bids, and trained each thought, +Nor have I now mine ear to turn +The duties of a wife to learn. +I'll seek with thee the woodland dell +And pathless wild where no men dwell, +Where tribes of silvan creatures roam, +And many a tiger makes his home. +My life shall pass as pleasant there +As in my father's palace fair. +The worlds shall wake no care in me; +My only care be truth to thee. +There while thy wish I still obey, +True to my vows with thee I'll stray, +And there shall blissful hours be spent +In woods with honey redolent. +In forest shades thy mighty arm +Would keep a stranger's life from harm, +And how shall Síta think of fear +When thou, O glorious lord, art near? +Heir of high bliss, my choice is made, +Nor can I from my will be stayed. +Doubt not; the earth will yield me roots, +These will I eat, and woodland fruits; +And as with thee I wander there +I will not bring thee grief or care. +I long, when thou, wise lord, art nigh, +All fearless, with delighted eye +To gaze upon the rocky hill, +The lake, the fountain, and the rill; +To sport with thee, my limbs to cool, +In some pure lily-covered pool, +While the white swan's and mallard's wings +Are plashing in the water-springs. +So would a thousand seasons flee +Like one sweet day, if spent with thee. +Without my lord I would not prize +A home with Gods above the skies: +Without my lord, my life to bless, +Where could be heaven or happiness? +Forbid me not: with thee I go +The tangled wood to tread. +There will I live with thee, as though +This roof were o'er my head. +My will for thine shall be resigned; +Thy feet my steps shall guide. +Thou, only thou, art in my mind: +I heed not all beside. +Thy heart shall ne'er by me be grieved; +Do not my prayer deny: +Take me, dear lord; of thee bereaved +Thy Síta swears to die.” +These words the duteous lady spake, +Nor would he yet consent +His faithful wife with him to take +To share his banishment. +He soothed her with his gentle speech; +To change her will he strove; +And much he said the woes to teach +Of those in wilds who rove. +Canto XXVIII. The Dangers Of The Wood. +Thus Síta spake, and he who knew +His duty, to its orders true, +Was still reluctant as the woes +Of forest life before him rose. +He sought to soothe her grief, to dry +The torrent from each brimming eye, +And then, her firm resolve to shake, +These words the pious hero spake: +“O daughter of a noble line, +Whose steps from virtue ne'er decline, +Remain, thy duties here pursue, +As my fond heart would have thee do. +Now hear me, Síta, fair and weak, +And do the words that I shall speak. +Attend and hear while I explain +Each danger in the wood, each pain. +Thy lips have spoken: I condemn +The foolish words that fell from them. +This senseless plan, this wish of thine +To live a forest life, resign. +The names of trouble and distress +Suit well the tangled wilderness. +In the wild wood no joy I know, +A forest life is nought but woe. +The lion in his mountain cave +Answers the torrents as they rave, +And forth his voice of terror throws: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +[pg 128] +There mighty monsters fearless play, +And in their maddened onset slay +The hapless wretch who near them goes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +'Tis hard to ford each treacherous flood, +So thick with crocodiles and mud, +Where the wild elephants repose: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Or far from streams the wanderer strays +Through thorns and creeper-tangled ways, +While round him many a wild-cock crows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +On the cold ground upon a heap +Of gathered leaves condemned to sleep, +Toil-wearied, will his eyelids close: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Long days and nights must he content +His soul with scanty aliment, +What fruit the wind from branches blows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +O Síta, while his strength may last, +The ascetic in the wood must fast, +Coil on his head his matted hair, +And bark must be his only wear. +To Gods and spirits day by day +The ordered worship he must pay, +And honour with respectful care +Each wandering guest who meets him there. +The bathing rites he ne'er must shun +At dawn, at noon, at set of sun, +Obedient to the law he knows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +To grace the altar must be brought +The gift of flowers his hands have sought— +The debt each pious hermit owes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +The devotee must be content +To live, severely abstinent, +On what the chance of fortune shows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Hunger afflicts him evermore: +The nights are black, the wild winds roar; +And there are dangers worse than those: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +There creeping things in every form +Infest the earth, the serpents swarm, +And each proud eye with fury glows: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +The snakes that by the rives hide +In sinuous course like rivers glide, +And line the path with deadly foes: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Scorpions, and grasshoppers, and flies +Disturb the wanderer as he lies, +And wake him from his troubled doze: +The wood, my love, is full of woes. +Trees, thorny bushes, intertwined, +Their branched ends together bind, +And dense with grass the thicket grows: +The wood, my dear, is full of woes, +With many ills the flesh is tried, +When these and countless fears beside +Vex those who in the wood remain: +The wilds are naught but grief and pain. +Hope, anger must be cast aside, +To penance every thought applied: +No fear must be of things to fear: +Hence is the wood for ever drear. +Enough, my love: thy purpose quit: +For forest life thou art not fit. +As thus I think on all, I see +The wild wood is no place for thee.” +Canto XXIX. Síta's Appeal. +Thus Rama spake. Her lord's address +The lady heard with deep distress, +And, as the tear bedimmed her eye, +In soft low accents made reply: +“The perils of the wood, and all +The woes thou countest to appal, +Led by my love I deem not pain; +Each woe a charm, each loss a gain. +Tiger, and elephant, and deer, +Bull, lion, buffalo, in fear, +Soon as thy matchless form they see, +With every silvan beast will flee. +With thee, O Rama, I must go: +My sire's command ordains it so. +Bereft of thee, my lonely heart +Must break, and life and I must part. +While thou, O mighty lord, art nigh, +Not even He who rules the sky, +Though He is strongest of the strong, +With all his might can do me wrong. +Nor can a lonely woman left +By her dear husband live bereft. +In my great love, my lord, I ween, +The truth of this thou mayst have seen. +In my sire's palace long ago +I heard the chief of those who know, +The truth-declaring Brahmans, tell +My fortune, in the wood to dwell. +I heard their promise who divine +The future by each mark and sign, +And from that hour have longed to lead +The forest life their lips decreed. +Now, mighty Rama, I must share +Thy father's doom which sends thee there; +In this I will not be denied, +But follow, love, where thou shalt guide. +O husband, I will go with thee, +Obedient to that high decree. +Now let the Brahmans' words be true, +For this the time they had in view. +I know full well the wood has woes; +But they disturb the lives of those +Who in the forest dwell, nor hold +Their rebel senses well controlled. +[pg 129] +In my sire's halls, ere I was wed, +I heard a dame who begged her bread +Before my mother's face relate +What griefs a forest life await. +And many a time in sport I prayed +To seek with thee the greenwood shade, +For O, my heart on this is set, +To follow thee, dear anchoret. +May blessings on thy life attend: +I long with thee my steps to bend, +For with such hero as thou art +This pilgrimage enchants my heart. +Still close, my lord, to thy dear side +My spirit will be purified: +Love from all sin my soul will free: +My husband is a God to me. +So, love, with thee shall I have bliss +And share the life that follows this. +I heard a Brahman, dear to fame, +This ancient Scripture text proclaim: +“The woman whom on earth below +Her parents on a man bestow, +And lawfully their hands unite +With water and each holy rite, +She in this world shall be his wife, +His also in the after life.” +Then tell me, O beloved, why +Thou wilt this earnest prayer deny, +Nor take me with thee to the wood, +Thine own dear wife so true and good. +But if thou wilt not take me there +Thus grieving in my wild despair, +To fire or water I will fly, +Or to the poisoned draught, and die.” +So thus to share his exile, she +Besought him with each earnest plea, +Nor could she yet her lord persuade +To take her to the lonely shade. +The answer of the strong-armed chief +Smote the Videhan's soul with grief, +And from her eyes the torrents came +bathing the bosom of the dame. +Canto XXX. The Triumph Of Love. +The daughter of Videha's king, +While Rama strove to soothe the sting +Of her deep anguish, thus began +Once more in furtherance of her plan: +And with her spirit sorely tried +By fear and anger, love and pride, +With keenly taunting words addressed +Her hero of the stately breast: +“Why did the king my sire, who reigns +O'er fair Videha's wide domains, +Hail Rama son with joy unwise, +A woman in a man's disguise? +Now falsely would the people say, +By idle fancies led astray, +That Rama's own are power and might, +As glorious as the Lord of Light. +Why sinkest thou in such dismay? +What fears upon thy spirit weigh, +That thou, O Rama, fain wouldst flee +From her who thinks of naught but thee? +To thy dear will am I resigned +In heart and body, soul and mind, +As Savitrí gave all to one, +Satyavan, Dyumatsena's son.304 +Not e'en in fancy can I brook +To any guard save thee to look: +Let meaner wives their houses shame, +To go with thee is all my claim. +Like some low actor, deemst thou fit +Thy wife to others to commit— +Thine own, espoused in maiden youth, +Thy wife so long, unblamed for truth? +Do thou, my lord, his will obey +For whom thou losest royal sway, +To whom thou wouldst thy wife confide— +Not me, but thee, his wish may guide. +Thou must not here thy wife forsake, +And to the wood thy journey make, +Whether stern penance, grief, and care, +Or rule or heaven await thee there. +Nor shall fatigue my limbs distress +When wandering in the wilderness: +Each path which near to thee I tread +Shall seem a soft luxurious bed. +The reeds, the bushes where I pass, +The thorny trees, the tangled grass +Shall feel, if only thou be near, +Soft to my touch as skins of deer. +When the rude wind in fury blows, +And scattered dust upon me throws, +That dust, beloved lord, to me +Shall as the precious sandal be. +And what shall be more blest than I, +When gazing on the wood I lie +In some green glade upon a bed +With sacred grass beneath us spread? +The root, the leaf, the fruit which thou +Shalt give me from the earth or bough, +Scanty or plentiful, to eat, +Shall taste to me as Amrit sweet. +As there I live on flowers and roots +And every season's kindly fruits, +I will not for my mother grieve, +My sire, my home, or all I leave. +My presence, love, shall never add +One pain to make the heart more sad; +[pg 130] +I will not cause thee grief or care, +Nor be a burden hard to bear. +With thee is heaven, where'er the spot; +Each place is hell where thou art not. +Then go with me, O Rama; this +Is all my hope and all my bliss. +If thou wilt leave thy wife who still +Entreats thee with undaunted will, +This very day shall poison close +The life that spurns the rule of foes. +How, after, can my soul sustain +The bitter life of endless pain, +When thy dear face, my lord, I miss? +No, death is better far than this. +Not for an hour could I endure +The deadly grief that knows not cure, +Far less a woe I could not shun +For ten long years, and three, and one.” +While fires of woe consumed her, such +Her sad appeal, lamenting much; +Then with a wild cry, anguish-wrung, +About her husband's neck she clung. +Like some she-elephant who bleeds +Struck by the hunter's venomed reeds, +So in her quivering heart she felt +The many wounds his speeches dealt. +Then, as the spark from wood is gained,305 +Down rolled the tear so long restrained: +The crystal moisture, sprung from woe, +From her sweet eyes began to flow, +As runs the water from a pair +Of lotuses divinely fair. +And Síta's face with long dark eyes, +Pure as the moon of autumn skies, +Faded with weeping, as the buds +Of lotuses when sink the floods. +Around his wife his arms he strained, +Who senseless from her woe remained, +And with sweet words, that bade her wake +To life again, the hero spake: +“I would not with thy woe, my Queen, +Buy heaven and all its blissful sheen. +Void of all fear am I as He, +The self-existent God, can be. +I knew not all thy heart till now, +Dear lady of the lovely brow, +So wished not thee in woods to dwell; +Yet there mine arm can guard thee well. +Now surely thou, dear love, wast made +To dwell with me in green wood shade. +And, as a high saint's tender mind +Clings to its love for all mankind, +So I to thee will ever cling, +Sweet daughter of Videha's king. +The good, of old, O soft of frame, +Honoured this duty's sovereign claim, +And I its guidance will not shun, +True as light's Queen is to the Sun. +I cannot, pride of Janak's line, +This journey to the wood decline: +My sire's behest, the oath he sware, +The claims of truth, all lead me there. +One duty, dear the same for aye, +Is sire and mother to obey: +Should I their orders once transgress +My very life were weariness. +If glad obedience be denied +To father, mother, holy guide, +What rites, what service can be done +That stern Fate's favour may be won? +These three the triple world comprise, +O darling of the lovely eyes. +Earth has no holy thing like these +Whom with all love men seek to please. +Not truth, or gift, or bended knee, +Not honour, worship, lordly fee, +Storms heaven and wins a blessing thence +Like sonly love and reverence. +Heaven, riches, grain, and varied lore, +With sons and many a blessing more, +All these are made their own with ease +By those their elders' souls who please. +The mighty-souled, who ne'er forget, +Devoted sons, their filial debt, +Win worlds where Gods and minstrels are, +And Brahma's sphere more glorious far. +Now as the orders of my sire, +Who keeps the way of truth, require, +So will I do, for such the way +Of duty that endures for aye: +To take thee, love, to Danḍak's wild +My heart at length is reconciled, +For thee such earnest thoughts impel +To follow, and with me to dwell. +O faultless form from feet to brows, +Come with me, as my will allows, +And duty there with me pursue, +Trembler, whose bright eyes thrill me through. +In all thy days, come good come ill, +Preserve unchanged such noble will, +And thou, dear love, wilt ever be +The glory of thy house and me. +Now, beauteous-armed, begin the tasks +The woodland life of hermits asks. +For me the joys of heaven above +Have charms no more without thee, love. +And now, dear Síta, be not slow: +Food on good mendicants bestow, +And for the holy Brahmans bring +Thy treasures and each precious thing. +Thy best attire and gems collect, +The jewels which thy beauty decked, +And every ornament and toy +Prepared for hours of sport and joy: +The beds, the cars wherein I ride, +Among our followers, next, divide.” +She conscious that her lord approved +Her going, with great rapture moved, +[pg 131] +Hastened within, without delay, +Prepared to give their wealth away. +Canto XXXI. Lakshman's Prayer. +When Lakshman, who had joined them there, +Had heard the converse of the pair, +His mien was changed, his eyes o'erflowed, +His breast no more could bear its load. +The son of Raghu, sore distressed, +His brother's feet with fervour pressed, +While thus to Síta he complained, +And him by lofty vows enchained: +“If thou wilt make the woods thy home, +Where elephant and roebuck roam, +I too this day will take my bow +And in the path before thee go. +Our way will lie through forest ground +Where countless birds and beasts are found, +I heed not homes of Gods on high, +I heed not life that cannot die, +Nor would I wish, with thee away, +O'er the three worlds to stretch my sway.” +Thus Lakshman spake, with earnest prayer +His brother's woodland life to share. +As Rama still his prayer denied +With soothing words, again he cried: +“When leave at first thou didst accord, +Why dost thou stay me now, my lord? +Thou art my refuge: O, be kind, +Leave me not, dear my lord, behind. +Thou canst not, brother, if thou choose +That I still live, my wish refuse.” +The glorious chief his speech renewed +To faithful Lakshman as he sued, +And on the eyes of Rama gazed +Longing to lead, with hands upraised: +“Thou art a hero just and dear, +Whose steps to virtue's path adhere, +Loved as my life till life shall end, +My faithful brother and my friend. +If to the woods thou take thy way +With Síta and with me to-day, +Who for Kauśalya will provide, +And guard the good Sumitra's side? +The lord of earth, of mighty power, +Who sends good things in plenteous shower, +As Indra pours the grateful rain, +A captive lies in passion's chain. +The power imperial for her son +Has Aśvapati's daughter306 won, +And she, proud queen, will little heed +Her miserable rivals' need. +So Bharat, ruler of the land, +By Queen Kaikeyí's side will stand, +Nor of those two will ever think, +While grieving in despair they sink. +Now, Lakshman, as thy love decrees, +Or else the monarch's heart to please, +Follow this counsel and protect +My honoured mother from neglect. +So thou, while not to me alone +Thy great affection will be shown, +To highest duty wilt adhere +By serving those thou shouldst revere. +Now, son of Raghu, for my sake +Obey this one request I make, +Or, of her darling son bereft, +Kauśalya has no comfort left.” +The faithful Lakshman, thus addressed +In gentle words which love expressed, +To him in lore of language learned, +His answer, eloquent, returned: +“Nay, through thy might each queen will share +Attentive Bharat's love and care, +Should Bharat, raised as king to sway +This noblest realm, his trust betray, +Nor for their safety well provide, +Seduced by ill-suggesting pride, +Doubt not my vengeful hand shall kill +The cruel wretch who counsels ill— +Kill him and all who lend him aid, +And the three worlds in league arrayed. +And good Kauśalya well can fee +A thousand champions like to me. +A thousand hamlets rich in grain +The station of that queen maintain. +She may, and my dear mother too, +Live on the ample revenue. +Then let me follow thee: herein: +Is naught that may resemble sin. +So shall I in my wish succeed, +And aid, perhaps, my brother's need. +My bow and quiver well supplied +With arrows hanging at my side, +My hands shall spade and basket bear, +And for thy feet the way prepare. +I'll bring thee roots and berries sweet. +And woodland fare which hermits eat. +Thou shall with thy Videhan spouse +Recline upon the mountain's brows; +Be mine the toil, be mine to keep +Watch o'er thee waking or asleep.” +Filled by his speech with joy and pride, +Rama to Lakshman thus replied: +“Go then, my brother, bid adieu +To all thy friends and retinue. +And those two bows of fearful might, +Celestial, which, at that famed rite, +Lord Varun gave to Janak, king +Of fair Vedeha with thee bring, +With heavenly coats of sword-proof mail, +Quivers, whose arrows never fail, +[pg 132] +And golden-hilted swords so keen, +The rivals of the sun in sheen. +Tended with care these arms are all +Preserved in my preceptor's hall. +With speed, O Lakshman, go, produce, +And bring them hither for our use.” +So on a woodland life intent, +To see his faithful friends he went, +And brought the heavenly arms which lay +By Rama's teacher stored away. +And Raghu's son to Rama showed +Those wondrous arms which gleamed and glowed, +Well kept, adorned with many a wreath +Of flowers on case, and hilt, and sheath. +The prudent Rama at the sight +Addressed his brother with delight: +“Well art thou come, my brother dear, +For much I longed to see thee here. +For with thine aid, before I go, +I would my gold and wealth bestow +Upon the Brahmans sage, who school +Their lives by stern devotion's rule. +And for all those who ever dwell +Within my house and serve me well, +Devoted servants, true and good, +Will I provide a livelihood. +Quick, go and summon to this place +The good Vaśishṭha's son, +Suyajǹa, of the Brahman race +The first and holiest one. +To all the Brahmans wise and good +Will I due reverence pay, +Then to the solitary wood +With thee will take my way.” +Canto XXXII. The Gift Of The Treasures. +That speech so noble which conveyed +His friendly wish, the chief obeyed, +With steps made swift by anxious thought +The wise Suyajǹa's home he sought. +Him in the hall of Fire307 he found, +And bent before him to the ground: +“O friend, to Rama's house return, +Who now performs a task most stern.” +He, when his noonday rites were done, +Went forth with fair Sumitra's son, +And came to Rama's bright abode +Rich in the love which Lakshmí showed. +The son of Raghu, with his dame, +With joined hands met him as he came, +Showing to him who Scripture knew +The worship that is Agni's due. +With armlets, bracelets, collars, rings, +With costly pearls on golden strings, +With many a gem for neck and limb +The son of Raghu honoured him. +Then Rama, at his wife's request, +The wise Suyajǹa thus addressed: +“Accept a necklace too to deck +With golden strings thy spouse's neck. +And Síta here, my friend, were glad +A girdle to her gift to add. +And many a bracelet wrought with care, +And many an armlet rich and rare, +My wife to thine is fain to give, +Departing in the wood to live. +A bed by skilful workmen made, +With gold and various gems inlaid— +This too, before she goes, would she +Present, O saintly friend, to thee. +Thine be my elephant, so famed, +My uncle's present, Victor named; +And let a thousand coins of gold, +Great Brahman, with the gift be told.” +Thus Rama spoke: nor he declined +The noble gifts for him designed. +On Rama, Lakshman, Síta he +Invoked all high felicity. +In pleasant words then Rama gave +His best to Lakshman prompt and brave, +As Brahma speaks for Him to hear +Who rules the Gods' celestial sphere: +“To the two best of Brahmans run; +Agastya bring, and Kuśik's son, +And precious gifts upon them rain, +Like fostering floods upon the grain. +O long-armed Prince of Raghu's line, +Delight them with a thousand kine, +And many a fair and costly gem, +With gold and silver, give to them. +To him, so deep in Scripture, who, +To Queen Kauśalya, ever true, +Serves her with blessing and respect, +Chief of the Taittiríya sect308— +To him, with women-slaves, present +A chariot rich with ornament, +And costly robes of silk beside, +Until the sage be satisfied. +On Chitraratha, true and dear, +My tuneful bard and charioteer, +Gems, robes, and plenteous wealth confer— +Mine ancient friend and minister. +And these who go with staff in hand, +Grammarians trained, a numerous band, +Who their deep study only prize, +Nor think of other exercise, +Who toil not, loving dainty fare, +Whose praises e'en the good declare— +On these be eighty cars bestowed, +And each with precious treasures load. +[pg 133] +A thousand bulls for them suffice, +Two hundred elephants of price, +And let a thousand kine beside +The dainties of each meal provide. +The throng who sacred girdles wear, +And on Kauśalya wait with care— +A thousand golden coins shall please, +Son of Sumitra, each of these. +Let all, dear Lakshman of the train +These special gifts of honour gain: +My mother will rejoice to know +Her Brahmans have been cherished so.” +Then Raghu's son addressed the crowd +Who round him stood and wept aloud, +When he to all who thronged the court +Had dealt his wealth for their support: +“In Lakshman's house and mine remain, +And guard them till I come again.” +To all his people sad with grief, +In loving words thus spoke their chief, +Then bade his treasure-keeper bring +Gold, silver, and each precious thing. +Then straight the servants went and bore +Back to their chief the wealth in store. +Before the people's eyes it shone, +A glorious pile to look upon. +The prince of men with Lakshman's aid +Parted the treasures there displayed, +Gave to the poor, the young, the old, +And twice-born men, the gems and gold. +A Brahman, long in evil case, +Named Trijaṭ, born of Garga's race, +Earned ever toiling in a wood +With spade and plough his livelihood. +The youthful wife, his babes who bore, +Their indigence felt more and more. +Thus to the aged man she spake: +“Hear this my word: my counsel take. +Come, throw thy spade and plough away; +To virtuous Rama go to-day, +And somewhat of his kindness pray.” +He heard the words she spoke: around +His limbs his ragged cloth he wound, +And took his journey by the road +That led to Rama's fair abode. +To the fifth court he made his way; +Nor met the Brahman check or stay. +Brighu, Angiras309 could not be +Brighter with saintly light than he. +To Rama's presence on he pressed, +And thus the noble chief addressed: +“O Rama, poor and weak am I, +And many children round me cry. +Scant living in the woods I earn: +On me thine eye of pity turn.” +And Rama, bent on sport and jest, +The suppliant Brahman thus addressed: +“O aged man, one thousand kine, +Yet undistributed, are mine. +The cows on thee will I bestow +As far as thou thy staff canst throw.” +The Brahman heard. In eager haste +He bound his cloth around his waist. +Then round his head his staff he whirled, +And forth with mightiest effort hurled. +Cast from his hand it flew, and sank +To earth on Sarjú's farther bank, +Where herds of kine in thousands fed +Near to the well-stocked bullock shed. +And all the cows that wandered o'er +The meadow, far as Sarjú's shore, +At Rama's word the herdsmen drove +To Trijaṭ's cottage in the grove. +He drew the Brahman to his breast, +And thus with calming words addressed: +“Now be not angry, Sire. I pray: +This jest of mine was meant in play. +These thousand kine, but not alone. +Their herdsmen too, are all thine own. +And wealth beside I give thee: speak, +Thine shall be all thy heart can seek.” +Thus Rama spake. And Trijaṭ prayed +For means his sacrifice to aid. +And Rama gave much wealth, required +To speed his offering as desired. +Canto XXXIII. The People's Lament. +Thus Síta and the princes brave +Much wealth to all the Brahmans gave. +Then to the monarch's house the three +Went forth the aged king to see. +The princes from two servants took +Those heavenly arms of glorious look, +Adorned with garland and with band +By Síta's beautifying hand. +On each high house a mournful throng +Had gathered ere they passed along, +Who gazed in pure unselfish woe +From turret, roof, and portico. +So dense the crowd that blocked the ways, +The rest, unable there to gaze, +Were fain each terrace to ascend, +And thence their eyes on Rama bend. +Then as the gathered multitude +On foot their well-loved Rama viewed, +No royal shade to screen his head, +Such words, disturbed in grief, they said: +“O look, our hero, wont to ride +Leading a host in perfect pride— +Now Lakshman, sole of all his friends, +With Síta on his steps attends. +Though he has known the sweets of power, +And poured his gifts in liberal shower, +From duty's path he will not swerve, +[pg 134] +But, still his father's truth preserve. +And she whose form so soft and fair +Was veiled from spirits of the air, +Now walks unsheltered from the day, +Seen by the crowds who throng the way. +Ah, for that gently-nurtured form! +How will it fade with sun and storm! +How will the rain, the cold, the heat +Mar fragrant breast and tinted feet! +Surely some demon has possessed +His sire, and speaks within his breast, +Or how could one that is a king +Thus send his dear son wandering? +It were a deed unkindly done +To banish e'en a worthless son: +But what, when his pure life has gained +The hearts of all, by love enchained? +Six sovereign virtues join to grace +Rama the foremost of his race: +Tender and kind and pure is he, +Docile, religious, passion-free. +Hence misery strikes not him alone: +In bitterest grief the people moan, +Like creatures of the stream, when dry +In the great heat the channels lie. +The world is mournful with the grief +That falls on its beloved chief, +As, when the root is hewn away, +Tree, fruit, and flower, and bud decay. +The soul of duty, bright to see, +He is the root of you and me; +And all of us, who share his grief, +His branches, blossom, fruit, and leaf. +Now like the faithful Lakshman, we +Will follow and be true as he; +Our wives and kinsmen call with speed, +And hasten where our lord shall lead. +Yes, we will leave each well-loved spot, +The field, the garden, and the cot, +And, sharers of his weal and woe, +Behind the pious Rama go. +Our houses, empty of their stores, +With ruined courts and broken doors, +With all their treasures borne away. +And gear that made them bright and gay: +O'errun by rats, with dust o'erspread, +Shrines, whence the deities have fled, +Where not a hand the water pours, +Or sweeps the long-neglected floors, +No incense loads the evening air, +No Brahmans chant the text and prayer, +No fire of sacrifice is bright, +No gift is known, no sacred rite; +With floors which broken vessels strew, +As if our woes had crushed them too— +Of these be stern Kaikeyí queen, +And rule o'er homes where we have been. +The wood where Rama's feet may roam +Shall be our city and our home, +And this fair city we forsake, +Our flight a wilderness shall make. +Each serpent from his hole shall hie, +The birds and beasts from mountain fly, +Lions and elephants in fear +Shall quit the woods when we come near, +Yield the broad wilds for us to range, +And take our city in exchange. +With Rama will we hence, content +If, where he is, our days be spent.” +Such were the varied words the crowd +Of all conditions spoke aloud. +And Rama heard their speeches, yet +Changed not his purpose firmly set. +His father's palace soon he neared, +That like Kailasa's hill appeared. +Like a wild elephant he strode +Right onward to the bright abode. +Within the palace court he stepped, +Where ordered bands their station kept, +And saw Sumantra standing near +With down-cast eye and gloomy cheer. +Canto XXXIV. Rama In The Palace. +The dark incomparable chief +Whose eye was like a lotus leaf, +Cried to the mournful charioteer, +“Go tell my sire that I am here.” +Sumantra, sad and all dismayed, +The chieftain's order swift obeyed. +Within the palace doors he hied +And saw the king, who wept and sighed. +Like the great sun when wrapped in shade +Like fire by ashes overlaid, +Or like a pool with waters dried, +So lay the world's great lord and pride, +A while the wise Sumantra gazed +On him whose senses woe has dazed, +Grieving for Rama. Near he drew +With hands upraised in reverence due. +With blessing first his king he hailed; +Then with a voice that well-nigh failed, +In trembling accents soft and low +Addressed the monarch in his woe: +“The prince of men, thy Rama, waits +Before thee at the palace gates. +His wealth to Brahmans he has dealt, +And all who in his home have dwelt. +Admit thy son. His friends have heard +His kind farewell and parting word, +He longs to see thee first, and then +Will seek the wilds, O King of men. +He, with each princely virtue's blaze, +Shines as the sun engirt by rays.” +The truthful King who loved to keep +The law profound as Ocean's deep, +And stainless as the dark blue sky, +Thus to Sumantra made reply: +[pg 135] +“Go then, Sumantra, go and call +My wives and ladies one and all. +Drawn round me shall they fill the place +When I behold my Rama's face.” +Quick to the inner rooms he sped, +And thus to all the women said, +“Come, at the summons of the king: +Come all, and make no tarrying.” +Their husband's word, by him conveyed, +Soon as they heard, the dames obeyed, +And following his guidance all +Came thronging to the regal hall. +In number half seven hundred, they, +All lovely dames, in long array, +With their bright eyes for weeping red, +To stand round Queen Kauśalya, sped. +They gathered, and the monarch viewed +One moment all the multitude, +Then to Sumantra spoke and said: +“Now let my son be hither led.” +Sumantra went. Then Rama came, +And Lakshman, and the Maithil dame, +And, as he led them on, their guide +Straight to the monarch's presence hied. +When yet far off the father saw +His son with raised palms toward him draw, +Girt by his ladies, sick with woes, +Swift from his royal seat he rose. +With all his strength the aged man +To meet his darling Rama ran, +But trembling, wild with dark despair, +Fell on the ground and fainted there. +And Lakshman, wont in cars to ride, +And Rama, threw them by the side +Of the poor miserable king, +Half lifeless with his sorrow's sting. +Throughout the spacious hall up went +A thousand women's wild lament: +“Ah Rama!” thus they wailed and wept, +And anklets tinkled as they stepped +Around his body, weeping, threw +Their loving arms the brothers two, +And then, with Síta's gentle aid, +The king upon a couch was laid. +At length to earth's imperial lord, +When life and knowledge were restored, +Though seas of woe went o'er his head, +With suppliant hand, thus Rama said: +“Lord of us all, great King, thou art: +Bid me farewell before we part, +To Danḍak wood this day I go: +One blessing and one look bestow. +Let Lakshman my companion be, +And Síta also follow me. +With truthful pleas I sought to bend +Their purpose; but no ear they lend. +Now cast this sorrow from thy heart, +And let us all, great King, depart. +As Brahma sends his children, so +Let Lakshman, me, and Síta go.” +He stood unmoved, and watched intent +Until the king should grant consent. +Upon his son his eyes he cast, +And thus the monarch spake at last: +“O Rama, by her arts enslaved, +I gave the boons Kaikeyí craved, +Unfit to reign, by her misled: +Be ruler in thy father's stead.” +Thus by the lord of men addressed, +Rama, of virtue's friends the best, +In lore of language duly learned, +His answer, reverent, thus returned: +“A thousand years, O King, remain +O'er this our city still to reign. +I in the woods my life will lead: +The lust of rule no more I heed. +Nine years and five I there will spend, +And when the portioned days shall end, +Will come, my vows and exile o'er, +And clasp thy feet, my King, once more.” +A captive in the snare of truth, +Weeping, distressed with woe and ruth, +Thus spake the monarch, while the queen +Kaikeyí urged him on unseen: +“Go then, O Rama, and begin +Thy course unvext by fear and sin: +Go, my beloved son, and earn +Success, and joy, and safe return. +So fast the bonds of duty bind. +O Raghu's son, thy truthful mind, +That naught can turn thee back, or guide +Thy will so strongly fortified. +But O, a little longer stay, +Nor turn thy steps this night away, +That I one little day-—alas! +One only—-with my son may pass. +Me and thy mother do not slight, +But stay, my son, with me to-night; +With every dainty please thy taste, +And seek to-morrow morn the waste. +Hard is thy task, O Raghu's son, +Dire is the toil thou wilt not shun, +Far to the lonely wood to flee, +And leave thy friends for love of me. +I swear it by my truth, believe, +For thee, my son, I deeply grieve, +Misguided by the traitress dame +With hidden guile like smouldering flame. +Now, by her wicked counsel stirred, +Thou fain wouldst keep my plighted word. +No marvel that my eldest born +Would hold me true when I have sworn.” +Then Rama having calmly heard +His wretched father speak each word, +With Lakshman standing by his side +Thus, humbly, to the King replied: +“If dainties now my taste regale, +To-morrow must those dainties fail. +This day departure I prefer +To all that wealth can minister. +O'er this fair land, no longer mine, +Which I, with all her realms, resign, +[pg 136] +Her multitudes of men, her grain, +Her stores of wealth, let Bharat reign. +And let the promised boon which thou +Wast pleased to grant the queen ere now, +Be hers in full. Be true, O King, +Kind giver of each precious thing. +Thy spoken word I still will heed, +Obeying all thy lips decreed: +And fourteen years in woods will dwell +With those who live in glade and dell. +No hopes of power my heart can touch, +No selfish joys attract so much +As son of Raghu, to fulfil +With heart and soul my father's will. +Dismiss, dismiss thy needless woe, +Nor let those drowning torrents flow: +The Lord of Rivers in his pride +Keeps to the banks that bar his tide. +Here in thy presence I declare; +By thy good deeds, thy truth, I swear; +Nor lordship, joy, nor lands I prize; +Life, heaven, all blessings I despise. +I wish to see thee still remain +Most true, O King, and free from stain. +It must not, Sire, it must not be: +I cannot rest one hour with thee. +Then bring this sorrow to an end, +For naught my settled will can bend. +I gave a pledge that binds me too, +And to that pledge I still am true. +Kaikeyí bade me speed away: +She prayed me, and I answered yea. +Pine not for me, and weep no more; +The wood for us has joy in store, +Filled with the wild deer's peaceful herds +And voices of a thousand birds. +A father is the God of each, +Yea, e'en of Gods, so Scriptures teach: +And I will keep my sire's decree, +For as a God I honour thee. +O best of men, the time is nigh, +The fourteen years will soon pass by +And to thine eyes thy son restore: +Be comforted, and weep no more. +Thou with thy firmness shouldst support +These weeping crowds who throng the court; +Then why, O chief of high renown, +So troubled, and thy soul cast down?” +Canto XXXV. Kaikeyí Reproached. +Wild with the rage he could not calm, +Sumantra, grinding palm on palm, +His head in quick impatience shook, +And sighed with woe he could not brook. +He gnashed his teeth, his eyes were red, +From his changed face the colour fled. +In rage and grief that knew no law, +The temper of the king he saw. +With his word-arrows swift and keen +He shook the bosom of the queen. +With scorn, as though its lightning stroke +Would blast her body, thus he spoke: +“Thou, who, of no dread sin afraid, +Hast Daśaratha's self betrayed, +Lord of the world, whose might sustains +Each thing that moves or fixed remains, +What direr crime is left thee now? +Death to thy lord and house art thou, +Whose cruel deeds the king distress, +Mahendra's peer in mightiness, +Firm as the mountain's rooted steep, +Enduring as the Ocean's deep. +Despise not Daśaratha, he +Is a kind lord and friend to thee. +A loving wife in worth outruns +The mother of ten million sons. +Kings, when their sires have passed away, +Succeed by birthright to the sway. +Ikshvaku's son still rules the state, +Yet thou this rule wouldst violate. +Yea, let thy son, Kaikeyí, reign, +Let Bharat rule his sire's domain. +Thy will, O Queen, shall none oppose: +We all will go where Rama goes. +No Brahman, scorning thee, will rest +Within the realm thou governest, +But all will fly indignant hence: +So great thy trespass and offence. +I marvel, when thy crime I see, +Earth yawns not quick to swallow thee; +And that the Brahman saints prepare +No burning scourge thy soul to scare, +With cries of shame to smite thee, bent +Upon our Rama's banishment. +The Mango tree with axes fell, +And tend instead the Neem tree well, +Still watered with all care the tree +Will never sweet and pleasant be. +Thy mother's faults to thee descend, +And with thy borrowed nature blend. +True is the ancient saw: the Neem +Can ne'er distil a honeyed stream. +Taught by the tale of long ago +Thy mother's hateful sin we know. +A bounteous saint, as all have heard, +A boon upon thy sire conferred, +And all the eloquence revealed +That fills the wood, the flood, the field. +No creature walked, or swam, or flew, +But he its varied language knew. +One morn upon his couch he heard +The chattering of a gorgeous bird. +And as he marked its close intent +He laughed aloud in merriment. +Thy mother furious with her lord, +And fain to perish by the cord, +Said to her husband: “I would know, +O Monarch, why thou laughest so.” +[pg 137] +The king in answer spake again: +“If I this laughter should explain, +This very hour would be my last, +For death, be sure would follow fast.” +Again thy mother, flushed with ire, +To Kekaya spake, thy royal sire: +“Tell me the cause; then live or die: +I will not brook thy laugh, not I.” +Thus by his darling wife addressed, +The king whose might all earth confessed, +To that kind saint his story told +Who gave the wondrous gift of old. +He listened to the king's complaint, +And thus in answer spoke the saint: +“King, let her quit thy home or die, +But never with her prayer comply.” +The saint's reply his trouble stilled, +And all his heart with pleasure filled. +Thy mother from his home he sent, +And days like Lord Kuvera's spent. +So thou wouldst force the king, misled +By thee, in evil paths to tread, +And bent on evil wouldst begin, +Through folly, this career of sin. +Most true, methinks, in thee is shown +The ancient saw so widely known: +The sons their fathers' worth declare +And girls their mothers' nature share. +So be not thou. For pity's sake +Accept the word the monarch spake. +Thy husband's will, O Queen, obey, +And be the people's hope and stay, +O, do not, urged by folly, draw +The king to tread on duty's law. +The lord who all the world sustains, +Bright as the God o'er Gods who reigns. +Our glorious king, by sin unstained, +Will never grant what fraud obtained; +No shade of fault in him is seen: +Let Rama be anointed, Queen. +Remember, Queen, undying shame +Will through the world pursue thy name, +If Rama leave the king his sire, +And, banished, to the wood retire. +Come, from thy breast this fever fling: +Of his own realm be Rama king. +None in this city e'er can dwell +To tend and love thee half so well. +When Rama sits in royal place, +True to the custom of his race +Our monarch of the mighty bow +A hermit to the woods will go.”310 +Sumantra thus, palm joined to palm, +Poured forth his words of bane and balm, +With keen reproach, with pleading kind, +Striving to move Kaikeyí's mind. +In vain he prayed, in vain reproved, +She heard unsoftened and unmoved. +Nor could the eyes that watched her view +One yielding look, one change of hue. +Canto XXXVI. Siddharth's Speech. +Ikshvaku's son with anguish torn +For the great oath his lips had sworn, +With tears and sighs of sharpest pain +Thus to Sumantra spake again: +“Prepare thou quick a perfect force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +To follow Raghu's scion hence +Equipped with all magnificence. +Let traders with the wealth they sell, +And those who charming stories tell, +And dancing-women fair of face, +The prince's ample chariots grace. +On all the train who throng his courts, +And those who share his manly sports, +Great gifts of precious wealth bestow, +And bid them with their master go. +Let noble arms, and many a wain, +And townsmen swell the prince's train; +And hunters best for woodland skill +Their places in the concourse fill. +While elephants and deer he slays, +Drinking wood honey as he strays, +And looks on streams each fairer yet, +His kingdom he may chance forget. +Let all my gold and wealth of corn +With Rama to the wilds be borne; +For it will soothe the exile's lot +To sacrifice in each pure spot, +Deal ample largess forth, and meet +Each hermit in his calm retreat. +The wealth shall Rama with him bear, +Ayodhya shall be Bharat's share.” +As thus Kakutstha's offspring spoke, +Fear in Kaikeyí's breast awoke. +The freshness of her face was dried, +Her trembling tongue was terror-tied. +Alarmed and sad, with bloodless cheek, +She turned to him and scarce could speak: +“Nay, Sire, but Bharat shall not gain +An empty realm where none remain. +My Bharat shall not rule a waste +Reft of all sweets to charm the taste— +The wine-cup's dregs, all dull and dead, +Whence the light foam and life are fled.” +Thus in her rage the long-eyed dame +Spoke her dire speech untouched by shame. +[pg 138] +Then, answering, Daśaratha spoke: +“Why, having bowed me to the yoke, +Dost thou, must cruel, spur and goad +Me who am struggling with the load? +Why didst thou not oppose at first +This hope, vile Queen, so fondly nursed?” +Scarce could the monarch's angry speech +The ears of the fair lady reach, +When thus, with double wrath inflamed, +Kaikeyí to the king exclaimed: +“Sagar, from whom thy line is traced, +Drove forth his eldest son disgraced, +Called Asamanj, whose fate we know: +Thus should thy son to exile go.” +“Fie on thee, dame!” the monarch said; +Each of her people bent his head, +And stood in shame and sorrow mute: +She marked not, bold and resolute. +Then great Siddharth, inflamed with rage, +The good old councillor and sage +On whose wise rede the king relied, +To Queen Kaikeyí thus replied: +“But Asamanj the cruel laid +His hands on infants as they played, +Cast them to Sarjú's flood, and smiled +For pleasure when he drowned a child.”311 +The people saw, and, furious, sped +Straight the the king his sire and said: +“Choose us, O glory of the throne, +Choose us, or Asamanj alone.” +“Whence comes this dread?” the monarch cried; +And all the people thus replied: +“In folly, King, he loves to lay +Fierce hands upon our babes at play, +Casts them to Sarjú's flood and joys +To murder our bewildered boys.” +With heedful ear the king of men +Heard each complaining citizen. +To please their troubled minds he strove, +And from the state his son he drove. +With wife and gear upon a car +He placed him quick, and sent him far. +And thus he gave commandment, “He +Shall all his days an exile be.” +With basket and with plough he strayed +O'er mountain heights, through pathless shade, +Roaming all lands a weary time, +An outcast wretch defiled with crime. +Sagar, the righteous path who held, +His wicked offspring thus expelled. +But what has Rama done to blame? +Why should his sentence be the same? +No sin his stainless name can dim; +We see no fault at all in him. +Pure as the moon, no darkening blot +On his sweet life has left a spot. +If thou canst see one fault, e'en one, +To dim the fame of Raghu's son, +That fault this hour, O lady, show, +And Rama to the wood shall go. +To drive the guiltless to the wild, +Truth's constant lover, undefiled, +Would, by defiance of the right, +The glory e'en of Indra blight. +Then cease, O lady, and dismiss +Thy hope to ruin Rama's bliss, +Or all thy gain, O fair of face, +Will be men's hatred, and disgrace.” +Canto XXXVII. The Coats Of Bark. +Thus spake the virtuous sage: and then +Rama addressed the king of men. +In laws of meek behaviour bred, +Thus to his sire he meekly said: +“King, I renounce all earthly care, +And live in woods on woodland fare. +What, dead to joys, have I to do +With lordly train and retinue! +Who gives his elephant and yet +Upon the girths his heart will set? +How can a cord attract his eyes +Who gives away the nobler prize? +Best of the good, with me be led +No host, my King with banners spread. +All wealth, all lordship I resign: +The hermit's dress alone be mine. +Before I go, have here conveyed +A little basket and a spade. +With these alone I go, content, +For fourteen years of banishment.” +With her own hands Kaikeyí took +The hermit coats of bark, and, “Look,” +She cried with bold unblushing brow +Before the concourse, “Dress thee now.” +That lion leader of the brave +Took from her hand the dress she gave, +Cast his fine raiment on the ground, +[pg 139] +And round his waist the vesture bound. +Then quick the hero Lakshman too +His garment from his shoulders threw, +And, in the presence of his sire, +Indued the ascetic's rough attire. +But Síta, in her silks arrayed, +Threw glances, trembling and afraid, +On the bark coat she had to wear, +Like a shy doe that eyes the snare. +Ashamed and weeping for distress +From the queen's hand she took the dress. +The fair one, by her husband's side +Who matched heaven's minstrel monarch,312 cried: +“How bind they on their woodland dress, +Those hermits of the wilderness?” +There stood the pride of Janak's race +Perplexed, with sad appealing face. +One coat the lady's fingers grasped, +One round her neck she feebly clasped, +But failed again, again, confused +By the wild garb she ne'er had used. +Then quickly hastening Rama, pride +Of all who cherish virtue, tied +The rough bark mantle on her, o'er +The silken raiment that she wore. +Then the sad women when they saw +Rama the choice bark round her draw, +Rained water from each tender eye, +And cried aloud with bitter cry: +“O, not on her, beloved, not +On Síta falls thy mournful lot. +If, faithful to thy father's will, +Thou must go forth, leave Síta still. +Let Síta still remaining here +Our hearts with her loved presence cheer. +With Lakshman by thy side to aid +Seek thou, dear son, the lonely shade. +Unmeet, one good and fair as she +Should dwell in woods a devotee. +Let not our prayers be prayed in vain: +Let beauteous Síta yet remain; +For by thy love of duty tied +Thou wilt not here thyself abide.” +Then the king's venerable guide +Vaśishṭha, when he saw each coat +Enclose the lady's waist and throat, +Her zeal with gentle words repressed, +And Queen Kaikeyí thus addressed: +“O evil-hearted sinner, shame +Of royal Kekaya's race and name; +Who matchless in thy sin couldst cheat +Thy lord the king with vile deceit; +Lost to all sense of duty, know +Síta to exile shall not go. +Síta shall guard, as 'twere her own, +The precious trust of Rama's throne. +Those joined by wedlock's sweet control +Have but one self and common soul. +Thus Síta shall our empress be, +For Rama's self and soul is she. +Or if she still to Rama cleave +And for the woods the kingdom leave: +If naught her loving heart deter, +We and this town will follow her. +The warders of the queen shall take +Their wives and go for Rama's sake, +The nation with its stores of grain, +The city's wealth shall swell his train. +Bharat, Śatrughna both will wear +Bark mantles, and his lodging share, +Still with their elder brother dwell +In the wild wood, and serve him well. +Rest here alone, and rule thy state +Unpeopled, barren, desolate; +Be empress of the land and trees, +Thou sinner whom our sorrows please. +The land which Rama reigns not o'er +Shall bear the kingdom's name no more: +The woods which Rama wanders through +Shall be our home and kingdom too. +Bharat, be sure, will never deign +O'er realms his father yields, to reign. +Nay, if the king's true son he be, +He will not, sonlike, dwell with thee. +Nay, shouldst thou from the earth arise, +And send thy message from the skies, +To his forefathers' custom true +No erring course would he pursue. +So hast thou, by thy grievous fault, +Offended him thou wouldst exalt. +In all the world none draws his breath +Who loves not Rama, true to death. +This day, O Queen, shalt thou behold +Birds, deer, and beasts from lea and fold +Turn to the woods in Rama's train. +And naught save longing trees remain.” +Canto XXXVIII. Care For Kausalya +Then when the people wroth and sad +Saw Síta in bark vesture clad, +Though wedded, like some widowed thing, +They cried out, “Shame upon thee, King!” +Grieved by their cry and angry look +The lord of earth at once forsook +All hope in life that still remained, +In duty, self, and fame unstained. +Ikshvaku's son with burning sighs +On Queen Kaikeyí bent his eyes, +And said: “But Síta must not flee +In garments of a devotee. +My holy guide has spoken truth: +Unfit is she in tender youth, +[pg 140] +So gently nurtured, soft and fair, +The hardships of the wood to share. +How has she sinned, devout and true, +The noblest monarch's child, +That she should garb of bark indue +And journey to the wild? +That she should spend her youthful days +Amid a hermit band, +Like some poor mendicant who strays +Sore troubled, through the land? +Ah, let the child of Janak throw +Her dress of bark aside, +And let the royal lady go +With royal wealth supplied. +Not such the pledge I gave before, +Unfit to linger here: +The oath, which I the sinner swore +Is kept, and leaves her clear. +Won from her childlike love this too +My instant death would be, +As blossoms on the old bamboo +Destroy the parent tree.313 +If aught amiss by Rama done +Offend thee, O thou wicked one, +What least transgression canst thou find +In her, thou worst of womankind? +What shade of fault in her appears, +Whose full soft eye is like the deer's? +What canst thou blame in Janak's child, +So gentle, modest, true, and mild? +Is not one crime complete, that sent +My Rama forth to banishment? +And wilt thou other sins commit, +Thou wicked one, to double it? +This is the pledge and oath I swore, +What thou besoughtest, and no more, +Of Rama—for I heard thee, dame— +When he for consecration came. +Now with this limit not content, +In hell should be thy punishment, +Who fain the Maithil bride wouldst press +To clothe her limbs with hermit dress.” +Thus spake the father in his woe; +And Rama, still prepared to go, +To him who sat with drooping head +Spake in return these words and said: +“Just King, here stands my mother dear, +Kauśalya, one whom all revere. +Submissive, gentle, old is she, +And keeps her lips from blame of thee, +For her, kind lord, of me bereft +A sea of whelming woe is left. +O, show her in her new distress +Still fonder love and tenderness. +Well honoured by thine honoured hand +Her grief for me let her withstand, +Who wrapt in constant thought of me +In me would live a devotee. +Peer of Mahendra, O, to her be kind, +And treat I pray, my gentle mother so, +That, when I dwell afar, her life resigned, +She may not pass to Yama's realm for woe.” +Canto XXXIX. Counsel To Síta. +Scarce had the sire, with each dear queen, +Heard Rama's pleading voice, and seen +His darling in his hermit dress +Ere failed his senses for distress. +Convulsed with woe, his soul that shook, +On Raghu's son he could not look; +Or if he looked with failing eye +He could not to the chief reply. +By pangs of bitter grief assailed, +The long-armed monarch wept and wailed, +Half dead a while and sore distraught, +While Rama filled his every thought. +“This hand of mine in days ere now +Has reft her young from many a cow, +Or living things has idly slain: +Hence comes, I ween, this hour of pain. +Not till the hour is come to die +Can from its shell the spirit fly. +Death comes not, and Kaikeyí still +Torments the wretch she cannot kill, +Who sees his son before him quit +The fine soft robes his rank that fit, +And, glorious as the burning fire, +In hermit garb his limbs attire. +Now all the people grieve and groan +Through Queen Kaikeyí's deed alone, +Who, having dared this deed of sin, +Strives for herself the gain to win.” +He spoke. With tears his eyes grew dim, +His senses all deserted him. +He cried, O Rama, once, then weak +And fainting could no further speak. +Unconscious there he lay: at length +Regathering his sense and strength, +While his full eyes their torrents shed, +To wise Sumantra thus he said: +“Yoke the light car, and hither lead +Fleet coursers of the noblest breed, +And drive this heir of lofty fate +Beyond the limit of the state. +This seems the fruit that virtues bear, +The meed of worth which texts declare— +The sending of the brave and good +By sire and mother to the wood.'” +He heard the monarch, and obeyed, +With ready feet that ne'er delayed, +And brought before the palace gate +The horses and the car of state. +Then to the monarch's son he sped, +And raising hands of reverence said +[pg 141] +That the light car which gold made fair, +With best of steeds, was standing there. +King Daśaratha called in haste +The lord o'er all his treasures placed. +And spoke, well skilled in place and time, +His will to him devoid of crime: +“Count all the years she has to live +Afar in forest wilds, and give +To Síta robes and gems of price +As for the time may well suffice.” +Quick to the treasure-room he went, +Charged by that king most excellent, +Brought the rich stores, and gave them all +To Síta in the monarch's hall. +The Maithil dame of high descent +Received each robe and ornament, +And tricked those limbs, whose lines foretold +High destiny, with gems and gold. +So well adorned, so fair to view, +A glory through the hall she threw: +So, when the Lord of Light upsprings, +His radiance o'er the sky he flings. +Then Queen Kauśalya spake at last, +With loving arms about her cast, +Pressed lingering kisses on her head, +And to the high-souled lady said: +“Ah, in this faithless world below +When dark misfortune comes and woe, +Wives, loved and cherished every day, +Neglect their lords and disobey. +Yes, woman's nature still is this:— +After long days of calm and bliss +When some light grief her spirit tries, +She changes all her love, or flies. +Young wives are thankless, false in soul, +With roving hearts that spurn control. +Brooding on sin and quickly changed, +In one short hour their love estranged. +Not glorious deed or lineage fair, +Not knowledge, gift, or tender care +In chains of lasting love can bind +A woman's light inconstant mind. +But those good dames who still maintain +What right, truth, Scripture, rule ordain— +No holy thing in their pure eyes +With one beloved husband vies. +Nor let thy lord my son, condemned +To exile, be by thee contemned, +For be he poor or wealthy, he +Is as a God, dear child, to thee.” +When Síta heard Kauśalya's speech +Her duty and her gain to teach, +She joined her palms with reverent grace +And gave her answer face to face: +“All will I do, forgetting naught, +Which thou, O honoured Queen, hast taught. +I know, have heard, and deep have stored +The rules of duty to my lord. +Not me, good Queen, shouldst thou include +Among the faithless multitude. +Its own sweet light the moon shall leave +Ere I to duty cease to cleave. +The stringless lute gives forth no strain, +The wheelless car is urged in vain; +No joy a lordless dame, although +Blest with a hundred sons, can know. +From father, brother, and from son +A measured share of joy is won: +Who would not honour, love, and bless +Her lord, whose gifts are measureless? +Thus trained to think, I hold in awe +Scripture's command and duty's law. +Him can I hold in slight esteem? +Her lord is woman's God, I deem.” +Kauśalya heard the lady's speech, +Nor failed those words her heart to reach. +Then, pure in mind, she gave to flow +The tear that sprang of joy and woe. +Then duteous Rama forward came +And stood before the honoured dame, +And joining reverent hands addressed +The queen in rank above the rest: +“O mother, from these tears refrain; +Look on my sire and still thy pain. +To thee my days afar shall fly +As if sweet slumber closed thine eye, +And fourteen years of exile seem +To thee, dear mother, like a dream. +On me returning safe and well, +Girt by my friends, thine eyes shall dwell.” +Thus for their deep affection's sake +The hero to his mother spake, +Then to the half seven hundred too, +Wives of his sire, paid reverence due. +Thus Daśaratha's son addressed +That crowd of matrons sore distressed: +“If from these lips, while here I dwelt, +One heedless taunt you e'er have felt, +Forgive me, pray. And now adieu, +I bid good-bye to all of you.” +Then straight, like curlews' cries, upwent +The voices of their wild lament, +While, as he bade farewell, the crowd +Of royal women wept aloud, +And through the ample hall's extent. +Where erst the sound of tabour, blent +With drum and shrill-toned instrument, +In joyous concert rose, +Now rang the sound of wailing high, +The lamentation and the cry, +The shriek, the choking sob, the sigh +That told the ladies' woes. +Canto XL. Rama's Departure. +Then Rama, Síta, Lakshman bent +At the king's feet, and sadly went +[pg 142] +Round him with slow steps reverent. +When Rama of the duteous heart +Had gained his sire's consent to part, +With Síta by his side he paid +Due reverence to the queen dismayed. +And Lakshman, with affection meet, +Bowed down and clasped his mother's feet. +Sumitra viewed him as he pressed +Her feet, and thus her son addressed: +“Neglect not Rama wandering there, +But tend him with thy faithful care. +In hours of wealth, in time of woe, +Him, sinless son, thy refuge know. +From this good law the just ne'er swerve, +That younger sons the eldest serve, +And to this righteous rule incline +All children of thine ancient line— +Freely to give, reward each rite, +Nor spare their bodies in the fight. +Let Rama Daśaratha be, +Look upon Síta as on me, +And let the cot wherein you dwell +Be thine Ayodhya. Fare thee well.” +Her blessing thus Sumitra gave +To him whose soul to Rama clave, +Exclaiming, when her speech was done, +“Go forth, O Lakshman, go, my son. +Go forth, my son to win success, +High victory and happiness. +Go forth thy foemen to destroy, +And turn again at last with joy.” +As Matali his charioteer +Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear, +Sumantra, palm to palm applied, +In reverence trained, to Rama cried: +“O famous Prince, my car ascend,— +May blessings on thy course attend,— +And swiftly shall my horses flee +And place thee where thou biddest me. +The fourteen years thou hast to stay +Far in the wilds, begin to-day; +For Oueen Kaikeyí cries, Away.” +Then Síta, best of womankind, +Ascended, with a tranquil mind, +Soon as her toilet task was done, +That chariot brilliant as the sun. +Rama and Lakshman true and bold +Sprang on the car adorned with gold. +The king those years had counted o'er, +And given Síta robes and store +Of precious ornaments to wear +When following her husband there. +The brothers in the car found place +For nets and weapons of the chase, +There warlike arms and mail they laid, +A leathern basket and a spade. +Soon as Sumantra saw the three +Were seated in the chariot, he +Urged on each horse of noble breed, +Who matched the rushing wind in speed. +As thus the son of Raghu went +Forth for his dreary banishment, +Chill numbing grief the town assailed, +All strength grew weak, all spirit failed, +Ayodhya through her wide extent +Was filled with tumult and lament: +Steeds neighed and shook the bells they bore, +Each elephant returned a roar. +Then all the city, young and old, +Wild with their sorrow uncontrolled, +Rushed to the car, as, from the sun +The panting herds to water run. +Before the car, behind, they clung, +And there as eagerly they hung, +With torrents streaming from their eyes, +Called loudly with repeated cries: +“Listen, Sumantra: draw thy rein; +Drive gently, and thy steeds restrain. +Once more on Rama will we gaze, +Now to be lost for many days. +The queen his mother has, be sure, +A heart of iron, to endure +To see her godlike Rama go, +Nor feel it shattered by the blow. +Síta, well done! Videha's pride, +Still like his shadow by his side; +Rejoicing in thy duty still +As sunlight cleaves to Meru's hill. +Thou, Lakshman, too, hast well deserved, +Who from thy duty hast not swerved, +Tending the peer of Gods above, +Whose lips speak naught but words of love. +Thy firm resolve is nobly great, +And high success on thee shall wait. +Yea, thou shalt win a priceless meed— +Thy path with him to heaven shall lead.” +As thus they spake, they could not hold +The tears that down their faces rolled, +While still they followed for a space +Their darling of Ikshvaku's race. +There stood surrounded by a ring +Of mournful wives the mournful king; +For, “I will see once more,” he cried, +“Mine own dear son,” and forth he hied. +As he came near, there rose the sound +Of weeping, as the dames stood round. +So the she-elephants complain +When their great lord and guide is slain. +Kakutstha's son, the king of men, +The glorious sire, looked troubled then, +As the full moon is when dismayed +By dark eclipse's threatening shade. +Then Daśaratha's son, designed +For highest fate of lofty mind, +Urged to more speed the charioteer, +“Away, away! why linger here? +Urge on thy horses,” Rama cried, +And “Stay, O stay,” the people sighed. +Sumantra, urged to speed away, +The townsmen's call must disobey, +Forth as the long-armed hero went, +[pg 143] +The dust his chariot wheels up sent +Was laid by streams that ever flowed +From their sad eyes who filled the road. +Then, sprung of woe, from eyes of all +The women drops began to fall, +As from each lotus on the lake +The darting fish the water shake. +When he, the king of high renown, +Saw that one thought held all the town, +Like some tall tree he fell and lay, +Whose root the axe has hewn away. +Then straight a mighty cry from those +Who followed Rama's car arose, +Who saw their monarch fainting there +Beneath that grief too great to bear. +Then “Rama, Rama!” with the cry +Of “Ah, his mother!” sounded high, +As all the people wept aloud +Around the ladies' sorrowing crowd. +When Rama backward turned his eye, +And saw the king his father lie +With troubled sense and failing limb, +And the sad queen, who followed him, +Like some young creature in the net, +That will not, in its misery, let +Its wild eyes on its mother rest, +So, by the bonds of duty pressed, +His mother's look he could not meet. +He saw them with their weary feet, +Who, used to bliss, in cars should ride, +Who ne'er by sorrow should be tried, +And, as one mournful look he cast, +“Drive on,” he cried, “Sumantra, fast.” +As when the driver's torturing hook +Goads on an elephant, the look +Of sire and mother in despair +Was more than Rama's heart could bear. +As mother kine to stalls return +Which hold the calves for whom they yearn, +So to the car she tried to run +As a cow seeks her little one. +Once and again the hero's eyes +Looked on his mother, as with cries +Of woe she called and gestures wild, +“O Síta, Lakshman, O my child!” +“Stay,” cried the king, “thy chariot stay:” +“On, on,” cried Rama, “speed away.” +As one between two hosts, inclined +To neither was Sumantra's mind. +But Rama spake these words again: +“A lengthened woe is bitterest pain. +On, on; and if his wrath grow hot, +Thine answer be, ‘I heard thee not.’ ” +Sumantra, at the chief's behest, +Dismissed the crowd that toward him pressed, +And, as he bade, to swiftest speed +Urged on his way each willing steed. +The king's attendants parted thence, +And paid him heart-felt reverence: +In mind, and with the tears he wept, +Each still his place near Rama kept. +As swift away the horses sped, +His lords to Daśaratha said: +“To follow him whom thou again +Wouldst see returning home is vain.” +With failing limb and drooping mien +He heard their counsel wise: +Still on their son the king and queen +Kept fast their lingering eyes.314 +Canto XLI. The Citizens' Lament. +The lion chief with hands upraised +Was born from eyes that fondly gazed. +But then the ladies' bower was rent +With cries of weeping and lament: +“Where goes he now, our lord, the sure +Protector of the friendless poor, +In whom the wretched and the weak +Defence and aid were wont to seek? +All words of wrath he turned aside, +And ne'er, when cursed, in ire replied. +He shared his people's woe, and stilled +The troubled breast which rage had filled. +Our chief, on lofty thoughts intent, +In glorious fame preëminent: +As on his own dear mother, thus +He ever looked on each of us. +Where goes he now? His sire's behest, +By Queen Kaikeyí's guile distressed, +Has banished to the forest hence +Him who was all the world's defence. +Ah, senseless King, to drive away +The hope of men, their guard and stay, +To banish to the distant wood +Rama the duteous, true, and good!” +The royal dames, like cows bereaved +Of their young calves, thus sadly grieved. +The monarch heard them as they wailed, +And by the fire of grief assailed +For his dear son, he bowed his head, +And all his sense and memory fled. +Then were no fires of worship fed, +Thick darkness o'er the sun was spread. +The cows their thirsty calves denied, +And elephants flung their food aside. +[pg 144] +Triśanku,315 Jupiter looked dread, +And Mercury and Mars the red, +In direful opposition met, +The glory of the moon beset. +The lunar stars withheld their light, +The planets were no longer bright, +But meteors with their horrid glare, +And dire Viśakhas316 lit the air. +As troubled Ocean heaves and raves +When Doom's wild tempest sweeps the waves, +Thus all Ayodhya reeled and bent +When Rama to the forest went. +And chilling grief and dark despair +Fell suddenly on all men there. +Their wonted pastime all forgot, +Nor thought of food, or touched it not. +Crowds in the royal street were seen +With weeping eye and troubled mien: +No more a people gay and glad, +Each head and heart was sick and sad. +No more the cool wind softly blew, +The moon no more was fair to view, +No more the sun with genial glow +Cherished the world now plunged in woe. +Sons, brothers, husbands, wedded wives +Forgot the ties that joined their lives; +No thought for kith and kin was spared, +But all for only Rama cared. +And Rama's friends who loved him best, +Their minds disordered and distressed. +By the great burthen of their woes +Turned not to slumber or repose. +Like Earth with all her hills bereft +Of Indra's guiding care. +Ayodhya in her sorrow left +By him, the high souled heir, +Was bowed by fear and sorrow's force, +And shook with many a throe, +While warrior, elephant, and horse +Sent up the cry of woe. +Canto XLII. Dasaratha's Lament. +While yet the dust was seen afar +That marked the course of Rama's car, +The glory of Ikshvaku's race +Turned not away his eager face. +While yet his duteous son he saw +He could not once his gaze withdraw, +But rooted to the spot remained +With eyes that after Rama strained. +But when that dust no more he viewed, +Fainting he fell by grief subdued. +To his right hand Kauśalya went, +And ready aid the lady lent, +While Bharat's loving mother tried +To raise him on the other side. +The king, within whose ordered soul +Justice and virtue held control, +To Queen Kaikeyí turned and said, +With every sense disquieted: +“Touch me not, thou whose soul can plot +All sin. Kaikeyí, touch me not. +No loving wife, no friend to me, +I ne'er again would look on thee; +Ne'er from this day have aught to do +With thee and all thy retinue; +Thee whom no virtuous thoughts restrain, +Whose selfish heart seeks only gain. +The hand I laid in mine, O dame, +The steps we took around the flame,317 +And all that links thy life to mine +Here and hereafter I resign. +If Bharat too, thy darling son, +Joy in the rule thy art has won, +Ne'er may the funeral offerings paid +By his false hand approach my shade.” +Then while the dust upon him hung, +The monarch to Kauśalya clung, +And she with mournful steps and slow +Turned to the palace, worn with woe. +As one whose hand has touched the fire, +Or slain a Brahman in his ire, +He felt his heart with sorrow torn +Still thinking of his son forlorn. +Each step was torture, as the road +The traces of the chariot showed, +And as the shadowed sun grows dim +So care and anguish darkened him. +He raised a cry, by woe distraught, +As of his son again he thought. +And judging that the car had sped +Beyond the city, thus he said: +“I still behold the foot-prints made +By the good horses that conveyed +My son afar: these marks I see, +But high-souled Rama, where is he? +Ah me, my son! my first and best, +On pleasant couches wont to rest, +With limbs perfumed with sandal, fanned +By many a beauty's tender hand: +Where will he lie with log or stone +Beneath him for a pillow thrown, +To leave at morn his earthy bed, +Neglected, and with dust o'erspread, +As from the flood with sigh and pant +Comes forth the husband elephant? +The men who make the woods their home +Shall see the long-armed hero roam +Roused from his bed, though lord of all, +In semblance of a friendless thrall. +Janak's dear child who ne'er has met +[pg 145] +With aught save joy and comfort yet, +Will reach to-day the forest, worn +And wearied with the brakes of thorn. +Ah, gentle girl, of woods unskilled, +How will her heart with dread be filled +At the wild beasts' deep roaring there, +Whose voices lift the shuddering hair! +Kaikeyí, glory in thy gain, +And, widow queen, begin to reign: +No will, no power to live have I +When my brave son no more is nigh.” +Thus pouring forth laments, the king +Girt by the people's crowded ring, +Entered the noble bower like one +New-bathed when funeral rites are done. +Where'er he looked naught met his gaze +But empty houses, courts, and ways. +Closed were the temples: countless feet +No longer trod the royal street, +And thinking of his son he viewed +Men weak and worn and woe-subdued. +As sinks the sun into a cloud, +So passed he on, and wept aloud, +Within that house no more to be +The dwelling of the banished three, +Brave Rama, his Vedehan bride, +And Lakshman by his brother's side: +Like broad still waters, when the king +Of all the birds that ply the wing +Has swooped from heaven and borne away +The glittering snakes that made them gay. +With choking sobs and voice half spent +The king renewed his sad lament: +With broken utterance faint and low +Scarce could he speak these words of woe: +“My steps to Rama's mother guide, +And place me by Kauśalya's side: +There, only there my heart may know +Some little respite from my woe.” +The warders of the palace led +The monarch, when his words were said, +To Queen Kauśalya's bower, and there +Laid him with reverential care. +But while he rested on the bed +Still was his soul disquieted. +In grief he tossed his arms on high +Lamenting with a piteous cry: +“O Rama, Rama,” thus said he, +“My son, thou hast forsaken me. +High bliss awaits those favoured men +Left living in Ayodhya then, +Whose eyes shall see my son once more +Returning when the time is o'er.” +Then came the night, whose hated gloom +Fell on him like the night of doom. +At midnight Daśaratha cried +To Queen Kauśalya by his side: +“I see thee not, Kauśalya; lay +Thy gentle hand in mine, I pray. +When Rama left his home my sight +Went with him, nor returns to-night.” +Canto XLIII. Kausalya's Lament. +Kauśalya saw the monarch lie +With drooping frame and failing eye, +And for her banished son distressed +With these sad words her lord addressed: +“Kaikeyí, cruel, false, and vile +Has cast the venom of her guile +On Rama lord of men, and she +Will ravage like a snake set free; +And more and more my soul alarm, +Like a dire serpent bent on harm, +For triumph crowns each dark intent, +And Rama to the wild is sent. +Ah, were he doomed but here to stray +Begging his food from day to day, +Or do, enslaved, Kaikeyí's will, +This were a boon, a comfort still. +But she, as chose her cruel hate, +Has hurled him from his high estate, +As Brahmans when the moon is new +Cast to the ground the demons' due.318 +The long-armed hero, like the lord +Of Nagas, with his bow and sword +Begins, I ween, his forest life +With Lakshman and his faithful wife. +Ah, how will fare the exiles now, +Whom, moved by Queen Kaikeyí, thou +Hast sent in forests to abide, +Bred in delights, by woe untried? +Far banished when their lives are young, +With the fair fruit before them hung, +Deprived of all their rank that suits, +How will they live on grain and roots? +O, that my years of woe were passed, +And the glad hour were come at last +When I shall see my children dear, +Rama, his wife, and Lakshman here! +When shall Ayodhya, wild with glee, +Again those mighty heroes see, +And decked with wreaths her banners wave +To welcome home the true and brave? +When will the beautiful city view +With happy eyes the lordly two +Returning, joyful as the main +When the dear moon is full again? +When, like some mighty bull who leads +The cow exulting through the meads, +Will Rama through the city ride, +Strong-armed, with Síta at his side? +When will ten thousand thousand meet +And crowd Ayodhya's royal street, +And grain in joyous welcome throw +Upon my sons who tame the foe? +When with delight shall youthful bands +Of Brahman maidens in their hands +[pg 146] +Bear fruit and flowers in goodly show, +And circling round Ayodhya go? +With ripened judgment of a sage, +And godlike in his blooming age, +When shall my virtuous son appear, +Like kindly rain, our hearts to cheer? +Ah, in a former life, I ween, +This hand of mine, most base and mean, +Has dried the udders of the kine +And left the thirsty calves to pine. +Hence, as the lion robs the cow, +Kaikeyí makes me childless now, +Exulting from her feebler foe +To rend the son she cherished so. +I had but him, in Scripture skilled, +With every grace his soul was filled. +Now not a joy has life to give, +And robbed of him I would not live: +Yea, all my days are dark and drear +If he, my darling, be not near, +And Lakshman brave, my heart to cheer. +As for my son I mourn and yearn, +The quenchless flames of anguish burn +And kill me with the pain, +As in the summer's noontide blaze +The glorious Day-God with his rays +Consumes the parching plain.” +Canto XLIV. Sumitra's Speech. +Kauśalya ceased her sad lament, +Of beauteous dames most excellent. +Sumitra who to duty clave, +In righteous words this answer gave: +“Dear Queen, all noble virtues grace +Thy son, of men the first in place. +Why dost thou shed these tears of woe +With bitter grief lamenting so? +If Rama, leaving royal sway +Has hastened to the woods away, +'Tis for his high-souled father's sake +That he his premise may not break. +He to the path of duty clings +Which lordly fruit hereafter brings— +The path to which the righteous cleave— +For him, dear Queen, thou shouldst not grieve. +And Lakshman too, the blameless-souled, +The same high course with him will hold, +And mighty bliss on him shall wait, +So tenderly compassionate. +And Síta, bred with tender care, +Well knows what toils await her there, +But in her love she will not part +From Rama of the virtuous heart. +Now has thy son through all the world +The banner of his fame unfurled; +True, modest, careful of his vow, +What has he left to aim at now? +The sun will mark his mighty soul, +His wisdom, sweetness, self-control, +Will spare from pain his face and limb, +And with soft radiance shine for him. +For him through forest glades shall spring +A soft auspicious breeze, and bring +Its tempered heat and cold to play +Around him ever night and day. +The pure cold moonbeams shall delight +The hero as he sleeps at night, +And soothe him with the soft caress +Of a fond parent's tenderness. +To him, the bravest of the brave, +His heavenly arms the Brahman gave, +When fierce Suvahu dyed the plain +With his life-blood by Rama slain. +Still trusting to his own right arm +Thy hero son will fear no harm: +As in his father's palace, he +In the wild woods will dauntless be. +Whene'er he lets his arrows fly +His stricken foemen fall and die: +And is that prince of peerless worth +Too weak to keep and sway the earth? +His sweet pure soul, his beauty's charm, +His hero heart, his warlike arm, +Will soon redeem his rightful reign +When from the woods he comes again. +The Brahmans on the prince's head +King-making drops shall quickly shed, +And Síta, Earth, and Fortune share +The glories which await the heir. +For him, when forth his chariot swept, +The crowd that thronged Ayodhya wept, +With agonizing woe distressed. +With him in hermít's mantle dressed +In guise of Síta Lakshmí went, +And none his glory may prevent. +Yea, naught to him is high or hard, +Before whose steps, to be his guard, +Lakshman, the best who draws the bow, +With spear, shaft, sword rejoiced to go. +His wanderings in the forest o'er, +Thine eyes shall see thy son once more, +Quit thy faint heart, thy grief dispel, +For this, O Queen, is truth I tell. +Thy son returning, moonlike, thence, +Shall at thy feet do reverence, +And, blest and blameless lady, thou +Shalt see his head to touch them bow, +Yea, thou shalt see thy son made king +When he returns with triumphing, +And how thy happy eyes will brim +With tears of joy to look on him! +Thou, blameless lady, shouldst the whole +Of the sad people here console: +Why in thy tender heart allow +This bitter grief to harbour now? +As the long banks of cloud distil +Their water when they see the hill, +[pg 147] +So shall the drops of rapture run +From thy glad eyes to see thy son +Returning, as he lowly bends +To greet thee, girt by all his friends.” +Thus soothing, kindly eloquent, +With every hopeful argument +Kauśalya's heart by sorrow rent, +Fair Queen Sumitra ceased. +Kauśalya heard each pleasant plea, +And grief began to leave her free, +As the light clouds of autumn flee, +Their watery stores decreased. +Canto XLV. The Tamasa. +Their tender love the people drew +To follow Rama brave and true, +The high-souled hero, as he went +Forth from his home to banishment. +The king himself his friends obeyed, +And turned him homeward as they prayed. +But yet the people turned not back, +Still close on Rama's chariot track. +For they who in Ayodhya dwelt +For him such fond affection felt, +Decked with all grace and glories high, +The dear full moon of every eye. +Though much his people prayed and wept, +Kakutstha's son his purpose kept, +And still his journey would pursue +To keep the king his father true. +Deep in the hero's bosom sank +Their love, whose signs his glad eye drank. +He spoke to cheer them, as his own +Dear children, in a loving tone: +“If ye would grant my fond desire, +Give Bharat now that love entire +And reverence shown to me by all +Who dwell within Ayodhya's wall. +For he, Kaikeyí's darling son, +His virtuous career will run, +And ever bound by duty's chain +Consult your weal and bliss and gain. +In judgment old, in years a child, +With hero virtues meek and mild, +A fitting lord is he to cheer +His people and remove their fear. +In him all kingly gifts abound, +More noble than in me are found: +Imperial prince, well proved and tried— +Obey him as your lord and guide. +And grant, I pray, the boon I ask: +To please the king be still your task, +That his fond heart, while I remain +Far in the wood, may feel no pain.” +The more he showed his will to tread +The path where filial duty led, +The more the people, round him thronged, +For their dear Rama's empire longed. +Still more attached his followers grew, +As Rama, with his brother, drew +The people with his virtues' ties, +Lamenting all with tear-dimmed eyes. +The saintly twice-born, triply old +In glory, knowledge, seasons told, +With hoary heads that shook and bowed, +Their voices raised and spake aloud: +“O steeds, who best and noblest are, +Who whirl so swiftly Rama's car, +Go not, return: we call on you: +Be to your master kind and true. +For speechless things are swift to hear, +And naught can match a horse's ear, +O generous steeds, return, when thus +You hear the cry of all of us. +Each vow he keeps most firm and sure, +And duty makes his spirit pure. +Back with our chief! not wood-ward hence; +Back to his royal residence!” +Soon as he saw the aged band. +Exclaiming in their misery, stand, +And their sad cries around him rang, +Swift from his chariot Rama sprang. +Then, still upon his journey bent, +With Síta and with Lakshman went +The hero by the old men's side +Suiting to theirs his shortened stride. +He could not pass the twice-born throng +As weariedly they walked along: +With pitying heart, with tender eye, +He could not in his chariot fly. +When the steps of Rama viewed +That still his onward course pursued, +Woe shook the troubled heart of each, +And burnt with grief they spoke this speech— +“With thee, O Rama, to the wood +All Brahmans go and Brahmanhood: +Borne on our aged shoulders, see, +Our fires of worship go with thee. +Bright canopies that lend their shade +In Vajapeya319 rites displayed, +In plenteous store are borne behind +Like cloudlets in the autumn wind. +No shelter from the sun hast thou, +And, lest his fury burn thy brow, +These sacrificial shades we bear +Shall aid thee in the noontide glare. +Our hearts, who ever loved to pore +On sacred text and Vedic lore, +Now all to thee, beloved, turn, +And for a life in forests yearn. +Deep in our aged bosoms lies +The Vedas' lore, the wealth we prize, +There still, like wives at home, shall dwell, +Whose love and truth protect them well. +[pg 148] +To follow thee our hearts are bent; +We need not plan or argument. +All else in duty's law we slight, +For following thee is following right. +O noble Prince, retrace thy way: +O, hear us, Rama, as we lay, +With many tears and many prayers, +Our aged heads and swan-white hairs +Low in the dust before thy feet; +O, hear us, Rama, we entreat. +Full many of these who with thee run, +Their sacred rites had just begun. +Unfinished yet those rites remain; +But finished if thou turn again. +All rooted life and things that move +To thee their deep affection prove. +To them, when warmed by love, they glow +And sue to thee, some favour show, +Each lowly bush, each towering tree +Would follow too for love of thee. +Bound by its root it must remain; +But—all it can—its boughs complain, +As when the wild wind rushes by +It tells its woe in groan and sigh. +No more through air the gay birds flit, +But, foodless, melancholy sit +Together on the branch and call +To thee whose kind heart feels for all.” +As wailed the aged Brahmans, bent +To turn him back, with wild lament, +Seemed Tamasa herself to aid, +Checking his progress, as they prayed. +Sumantra from the chariot freed +With ready hand each weary steed; +He groomed them with the utmost heed, +Their limbs he bathed and dried, +Then led them forth to drink and feed +At pleasure in the grassy mead +That fringed the river side. +Canto XLVI. The Halt. +When Rama, chief of Raghu's race, +Arrived at that delightful place, +He looked on Síta first, and then +To Lakshman spake the lord of men: +“Now first the shades of night descend +Since to the wilds our steps we bend. +Joy to thee, brother! do not grieve +For our dear home and all we leave. +The woods unpeopled seem to weep +Around us, as their tenants creep +Or fly to lair and den and nest, +Both bird and beast, to seek their rest. +Methinks Ayodhya's royal town +Where dwells my sire of high renown, +With all her men and dames to-night +Will mourn us vanished from their sight. +For, by his virtues won, they cling +In fond affection to their king, +And thee and me, O brave and true, +And Bharat and Śatrughna too. +I for my sire and mother feel +Deep sorrow o'er my bosom steal, +Lest mourning us, oppressed with fears, +They blind their eyes with endless tears. +Yet Bharat's duteous love will show +Sweet comfort in their hours of woe, +And with kind words their hearts sustain, +Suggesting duty, bliss, and gain. +I mourn my parents now no more: +I count dear Bharat's virtues o'er, +And his kind love and care dispel +The doubts I had, and all is well. +And thou thy duty wouldst not shun, +And, following me, hast nobly done; +Else, bravest, I should need a band +Around my wife as guard to stand. +On this first night, my thirst to slake, +Some water only will I take: +Thus, brother, thus my will decides, +Though varied store the wood provides.” +Thus having said to Lakshman, he +Addressed in turn Sumantra: “Be +Most diligent to-night, my friend, +And with due care thy horses tend.” +The sun had set: Sumantra tied +His noble horses side by side, +Gave store of grass with liberal hand, +And rested near them on the strand. +Each paid the holy evening rite, +And when around them fell the night, +The charioteer, with Lakshman's aid, +A lowly bed for Rama laid. +To Lakshman Rama bade adieu, +And then by Síta's side he threw +His limbs upon the leafy bed +Their care upon the bank had spread. +When Lakshman saw the couple slept, +Still on the strand his watch he kept, +Still with Sumantra there conversed, +And Rama's varied gifts rehearsed. +All night he watched, nor sought repose, +Till on the earth the sun arose: +With him Sumantra stayed awake, +And still of Rama's virtues spake. +Thus, near the river's grassy shore +Which herds unnumbered wandered o'er, +Repose, untroubled, Rama found, +And all the people lay around. +The glorious hero left his bed, +Looked on the sleeping crowd, and said +To Lakshman, whom each lucky line +Marked out for bliss with surest sign: +“O brother Lakshman, look on these +Reclining at the roots of trees; +All care of house and home resigned, +Caring for us with heart and mind, +These people of the city yearn +[pg 149] +To see us to our home return: +To quit their lives will they consent, +But never leave their firm intent. +Come, while they all unconscious sleep, +Let us upon the chariot leap, +And swiftly on our journey speed +Where naught our progress may impede, +That these fond citizens who roam +Far from Ikshvaku's ancient home, +No more may sleep 'neath bush and tree, +Following still for love of me. +A prince with tender care should heal +The self-brought woes his people feel, +And never let his subjects share +The burthen he is forced to bear.” +Then Lakshman to the chief replied, +Who stood like Justice by his side: +“Thy rede, O sage, I well commend: +Without delay the car ascend.” +Then Rama to Sumantra spoke: +“Thy rapid steeds, I pray thee, yoke. +Hence to the forest will I go: +Away, my lord, and be not slow.” +Sumantra, urged to utmost speed, +Yoked to the car each generous steed, +And then, with hand to hand applied, +He came before the chief and cried: +“Hail, Prince, whom mighty arms adorn, +Hail, bravest of the chariot-borne! +With Síta and thy brother thou +Mayst mount: the car is ready now.” +The hero clomb the car with haste: +His bow and gear within were placed, +And quick the eddying flood he passed +Of Tamasa whose waves run fast. +Soon as he touched the farther side, +That strong-armed hero, glorified, +He found a road both wide and clear, +Where e'en the timid naught could fear. +Then, that the crowd might be misled, +Thus Rama to Sumantra said: +“Speed north a while, then hasten back, +Returning in thy former track, +That so the people may not learn +The course I follow: drive and turn.” +Sumantra, at the chief's behest, +Quick to the task himself addressed; +Then near to Rama came, and showed +The chariot ready for the road. +With Síta, then, the princely two, +Who o'er the line of Raghu threw +A glory ever bright and new, +Upon the chariot stood. +Sumantra fast and faster drove +His horses, who in fleetness strove +Still onward to the distant grove, +The hermit-haunted wood. +Canto XLVII. The Citizens' Return. +The people, when the morn shone fair, +Arose to find no Rama there. +Then fear and numbing grief subdued +The senses of the multitude. +The woe-born tears were running fast +As all around their eyes they cast, +And sadly looked, but found no trace +Of Rama, searching every place. +Bereft of Rama good and wise, +With drooping cheer and weeping eyes, +Each woe-distracted sage gave vent +To sorrow in his wild lament: +“Woe worth the sleep that stole our sense +With its beguiling influence, +That now we look in vain for him +Of the broad chest and stalwart limb! +How could the strong-armed hero, thus +Deceiving all, abandon us? +His people so devoted see, +Yet to the woods, a hermit, flee? +How can he, wont our hearts to cheer, +As a fond sire his children dear,— +How can the pride of Raghu's race +Fly from us to some desert place! +Here let us all for death prepare, +Or on the last great journey fare;320 +Of Rama our dear lord bereft, +What profit in our lives is left? +Huge trunks of trees around us lie, +With roots and branches sere and dry, +Come let us set these logs on fire +And throw our bodies on the pyre. +What shall we speak? How can we say +We followed Rama on his way, +The mighty chief whose arm is strong, +Who sweetly speaks, who thinks no wrong? +Ayodhya's town with sorrow dumb, +Without our lord will see us come, +And hopeless misery will strike +Elder, and child, and dame alike. +Forth with that peerless chief we came, +Whose mighty heart is aye the same: +How, reft of him we love, shall we +Returning dare that town to see?” +Complaining thus with varied cry +They tossed their aged arms on high, +And their sad hearts with grief were wrung, +Like cows who sorrow for their young. +A while they followed on the road +Which traces of his chariot showed, +But when at length those traces failed, +A deep despair their hearts assailed. +[pg 150] +The chariot marks no more discerned, +The hopeless sages backward turned: +“Ah, what is this? What can we more? +Fate stops the way, and all is o'er.” +With wearied hearts, in grief and shame +They took the road by which they came, +And reached Ayodhya's city, where +From side to side was naught but care. +With troubled spirits quite cast down +They looked upon the royal town, +And from their eyes, oppressed with woe, +Their tears again began to flow. +Of Rama reft, the city wore +No look of beauty as before, +Like a dull river or a lake +By Garuḍ robbed of every snake. +Dark, dismal as the moonless sky, +Or as a sea whose bed is dry, +So sad, to every pleasure dead, +They saw the town, disquieted. +On to their houses, high and vast, +Where stores of precious wealth were massed, +The melancholy Brahmans passed, +Their hearts with anguish cleft: +Aloof from all, they came not near +To stranger or to kinsman dear, +Showing in faces blank and drear +That not one joy was left. +Canto XLVIII. The Women's Lament. +When those who forth with Rama went +Back to the town their steps had bent, +It seemed that death had touched and chilled +Those hearts which piercing sorrow filled. +Each to his several mansion came, +And girt by children and his dame, +From his sad eyes the water shed +That o'er his cheek in torrents spread. +All joy was fled: oppressed with cares +No bustling trader showed his wares. +Each shop had lost its brilliant look, +Each householder forbore to cook. +No hand with joy its earnings told, +None cared to win a wealth of gold, +And scarce the youthful mother smiled +To see her first, her new-born child. +In every house a woman wailed, +And her returning lord assailed +With keen taunt piercing like the steel +That bids the tusked monster kneel: +“What now to them is wedded dame, +What house and home and dearest aim, +Or son, or bliss, or gathered store, +Whose eyes on Rama look no more! +There is but one in all the earth, +One man alone of real worth, +Lakshman, who follows, true and good, +Rama, with Síta, through the wood. +Made holy for all time we deem +Each pool and fountain, lake and stream, +If great Kakutstha's son shall choose +Their water for his bath to use. +Each forest, dark with lovely trees, +Shall yearn Kakutstha's son to please; +Each mountain peak and woody hill, +Each mighty flood and mazy rill, +Each rocky height, each shady grove +Where the blest feet of Rama rove, +Shall gladly welcome with the best +Of all they have their honoured guest. +The trees that clustering blossoms bear, +And bright-hued buds to gem their hair, +The heart of Rama shall delight, +And cheer him on the breezy height. +For him the upland slopes will show +The fairest roots and fruit that grow, +And all their wealth before him fling +Ere the due hour of ripening. +For him each earth-upholding hill +Its crystal water shall distil, +And all its floods shall be displayed +In many a thousand-hued cascade. +Where Rama stands is naught to fear, +No danger comes if he be near; +For all who live on him depend, +The world's support, and lord, and friend. +Ere in too distant wilds he stray, +Let us to Rama speed away, +For rich reward on those will wait +Who serve a prince of soul so great. +We will attend on Síta there; +Be Raghu's son your special care.” +The city dames, with grief distressed, +Thus once again their lords addressed: +“Rama shall be your guard and guide, +And Síta will for us provide. +For who would care to linger here, +Where all is sad and dark and drear? +Who, mid the mourners, hope for bliss +In a poor soulless town like this? +If Queen Kaikeyí's treacherous sin, +Our lord expelled, the kingdom win, +We heed not sons or golden store, +Our life itself we prize no more. +If she, seduced by lust of sway, +Her lord and son could cast away, +Whom would she leave unharmed, the base +Defiler of her royal race? +We swear it by our children dear, +We will not dwell as servants here; +If Queen Kaikeyí live to reign, +We will not in her realm remain. +Bowed down by her oppressive hand, +The helpless, lordless, godless land, +Cursed for Kaikeyí's guilt will fall, +And swift destruction seize it all. +[pg 151] +For, Rama forced from home to fly, +The king his sire will surely die, +And when the king has breathed his last +Ruin will doubtless follow fast. +Sad, robbed of merits, drug the cup +And drink the poisoned mixture up, +Or share the exiled Rama's lot, +Or seek some land that knows her not. +No reason, but a false pretence +Drove Rama, Síta, Lakshman hence, +And we to Bharat have been given +Like cattle to the shambles driven.” +While in each house the women, pained +At loss of Rama, still complained, +Sank to his rest the Lord of Day, +And night through all the sky held sway. +The fires of worship all were cold, +No text was hummed, no tale was told, +And shades of midnight gloom came down +Enveloping the mournful town. +Still, sick at heart, the women shed, +As for a son or husband fled, +For Rama tears, disquieted: +No child was loved as he. +And all Ayodhya, where the feast, +Music, and song, and dance had ceased, +And merriment and glee, +Where every merchant's store was closed +That erst its glittering wares exposed, +Was like a dried up sea. +Canto XLIX. The Crossing Of The Rivers. +Now Rama, ere the night was fled, +O'er many a league of road had sped, +Till, as his course he onward held, +The morn the shades of night dispelled. +The rites of holy dawn he paid, +And all the country round surveyed. +He saw, as still he hurried through +With steeds which swift as arrows flew, +Hamlets and groves with blossoms fair, +And fields which showed the tillers' care, +While from the clustered dwellings near +The words of peasants reached his ear: +“Fie on our lord the king, whose soul +Is yielded up to love's control! +Fie on the vile Kaikeyí! Shame +On that malicious sinful dame, +Who, keenly bent on cruel deeds, +No bounds of right and virtue heeds, +But with her wicked art has sent +So good a prince to banishment, +Wise, tender-hearted, ruling well +His senses, in the woods to dwell. +Ah cruel king! his heart of steel +For his own son no love could feel, +Who with the sinless Rama parts, +The darling of the people's hearts.” +These words he heard the peasants say, +Who dwelt in hamlets by the way, +And, lord of all the realm by right, +Through Kośala pursued his flight. +Through the auspicious flood, at last, +Of Vedaśrutí's stream he passed, +And onward to the place he sped +By Saint Agastya tenanted. +Still on for many an hour he hied, +And crossed the stream whose cooling tide +Rolls onward till she meets the sea, +The herd-frequented Gomatí.321 +Borne by his rapid horses o'er, +He reached that river's further shore. +And Syandika's, whose swan-loved stream +Resounded with the peacock's scream. +Then as he journeyed on his road +To his Videhan bride he showed +The populous land which Manu old +To King Ikshvaku gave to hold. +The glorious prince, the lord of men +Looked on the charioteer, and then +Voiced like a wild swan, loud and clear, +He spake these words and bade him hear: +“When shall I, with returning feet +My father and my mother meet? +When shall I lead the hunt once more +In bloomy woods on Sarjú's shore? +Most eagerly I long to ride +Urging the chase on Sarjú's side. +For royal saints have seen no blame +In this, the monarch's matchless game.” +Thus speeding on,—no rest or stay,— +Ikshvaku's son pursued his way. +Oft his sweet voice the silence broke, +And thus on varied themes he spoke. +Canto L. The Halt Under The Ingudí.322 +So through the wide and fair extent +Of Kośala the hero went. +Then toward Ayodhya back he gazed, +And cried, with suppliant hands upraised: +“Farewell, dear city, first in place, +Protected by Kakutstha's race! +And Gods, who in thy temples dwell, +And keep thine ancient citadel! +I from his debt my sire will free, +Thy well-loved towers again will see, +And, coming from my wild retreat, +My mother and my father meet.” +[pg 152] +Then burning grief inflamed his eye, +As his right arm he raised on high, +And, while hot tears his cheek bedewed, +Addressed the mournful multitude: +“By love and tender pity moved, +Your love for me you well have proved; +Now turn again with joy, and win +Success in all your hands begin.” +Before the high souled chief they bent, +With circling steps around him went, +And then with bitter wailing, they +Departed each his several way. +Like the great sun engulfed by night, +The hero sped beyond their sight, +While still the people mourned his fate +And wept aloud disconsolate. +The car-borne chieftain passed the bound +Of Kośala's delightful ground, +Where grain and riches bless the land, +And people give with liberal hand: +A lovely realm unvexed by fear, +Where countless shrines and stakes323 appear: +Where mango-groves and gardens grow, +And streams of pleasant water flow: +Where dwells content a well-fed race, +And countless kine the meadows grace: +Filled with the voice of praise and prayer: +Each hamlet worth a monarch's care. +Before him three-pathed Ganga rolled +Her heavenly waters bright and cold; +O'er her pure breast no weeds were spread, +Her banks were hermit-visited. +The car-borne hero saw the tide +That ran with eddies multiplied, +And thus the charioteer addressed: +“Here on the bank to-day we rest. +Not distant from the river, see! +There grows a lofty Ingudí +With blossoms thick on every spray: +There rest we, charioteer, to-day. +I on the queen of floods will gaze, +Whose holy stream has highest praise, +Where deer, and bird, and glittering snake, +God, Daitya, bard their pastime take.” +Sumantra, Lakshman gave assent, +And with the steeds they thither went. +When Rama reached the lovely tree, +With Síta and with Lakshman, he +Alighted from the car: with speed +Sumantra loosed each weary steed. +And, hand to hand in reverence laid, +Stood near to Rama in the shade. +Rama's dear friend, renowned by fame, +Who of Nishada lineage came, +Guha, the mighty chief, adored +Through all the land as sovereign lord, +Soon as he heard that prince renowned +Was resting on Nishada ground, +Begirt by counsellor and peer +And many an honoured friend drew near. +Soon as the monarch came in view, +Rama and Lakshman toward him flew. +Then Guha, at the sight distressed, +His arms around the hero pressed, +Laid both his hands upon his head +Bowed to those lotus feet, and said: +“O Rama, make thy wishes known, +And be this kingdom as thine own. +Who, mighty-armed, will ever see +A guest so dear as thou to me?” +He placed before him dainty fare +Of every flavour, rich and rare, +Brought forth the gift for honoured guest, +And thus again the chief addressed: +“Welcome, dear Prince, whose arms are strong; +These lands and all to thee belong. +Thy servants we, our lord art thou; +Begin, good king, thine empire now. +See, various food before thee placed, +And cups to drink and sweets to taste +For thee soft beds are hither borne, +And for thy horses grass and corn.” +To Guha as he pressed and prayed, +Thus Raghu's son his answer made: +“'Twas aye thy care my heart to please +With honour, love, and courtesies, +And friendship brings thee now to greet +Thy guest thus humbly on thy feet.” +Again the hero spake, as round +The king his shapely arms he wound: +“Guha, I see that all is well +With thee and those who with thee dwell; +That health and bliss and wealth attend +Thy realm, thyself, and every friend. +But all these friendly gifts of thine, +Bound to refuse, I must decline. +Grass, bark, and hide my only wear, +And woodland roots and fruit my fare, +On duty all my heart is set; +I seek the woods, an anchoret. +A little grass and corn to feed +The horses—this is all I need. +So by this favour, King, alone +Shall honour due to me be shown. +For these good steeds who brought me here +Are to my sire supremely dear; +And kind attention paid to these +Will honour me and highly please.” +Then Guha quickly bade his train +Give water to the steeds, and grain. +And Rama, ere the night grew dark, +Paid evening rites in dress of bark, +And tasted water, on the strand, +Drawn from the stream by Lakshman's hand. +And Lakshman with observance meet +Bathed his beloved brother's feet, +[pg 153] +Who rested with his Maithil spouse: +Then sat him down 'neath distant boughs. +And Guha with his bow sat near +To Lakshman and the charioteer, +And with the prince conversing kept +His faithful watch while Rama slept. +As Daśaratha's glorious heir, +Of lofty soul and wisdom rare, +Reclining with his Síta there +Beside the river lay— +He who no troubles e'er had seen, +Whose life a life of bliss had been— +That night beneath the branches green +Passed pleasantly away. +Canto LI. Lakshman's Lament. +As Lakshman still his vigil held +By unaffected love impelled, +Guha, whose heart the sight distressed, +With words like these the prince addressed: +“Beloved youth, this pleasant bed +Was brought for thee, for thee is spread; +On this, my Prince, thine eyelids close, +And heal fatigue with sweet repose. +My men are all to labour trained, +But hardship thou hast ne'er sustained. +All we this night our watch will keep +And guard Kakutstha's son asleep. +In all the world there breathes not one +More dear to me than Raghu's son. +The words I speak, heroic youth, +Are true: I swear it by my truth. +Through his dear grace supreme renown +Will, so I trust, my wishes crown. +So shall my life rich store obtain +Of merit, blest with joy and gain. +While Raghu's son and Síta lie +Entranced in happy slumber, I +Will, with my trusty bow in hand, +Guard my dear friend with all my band. +To me, who oft these forests range, +Is naught therein or new or strange. +We could with equal might oppose +A four-fold army led by foes.” +Then royal Lakshman made reply: +“With thee to stand as guardian nigh, +Whose faithful soul regards the right, +Fearless we well might rest to-night. +But how, when Rama lays his head +With Síta on his lowly bed,— +How can I sleep? how can I care +For life, or aught that's bright and fair? +Behold the conquering chief, whose might +Is match for Gods and fiends in fight; +With Síta now he rests his head +Asleep on grass beneath him spread. +Won by devotion, text, and prayer, +And many a rite performed with care, +Chief of our father's sons he shines +Well marked, like him, with favouring signs. +Brief, brief the monarch's life will be +Now his dear son is forced to flee; +And quickly will the widowed state +Mourn for her lord disconsolate. +Each mourner there has wept her fill; +The cries of anguish now are still: +In the king's hall each dame, o'ercome +With weariness of woe is dumb. +This first sad night of grief, I ween, +Will do to death each sorrowing queen: +Scarce is Kauśalya left alive; +My mother, too, can scarce survive. +If when her heart is fain to break, +She lingers for Śatrughna's sake, +Kauśalya, mother of the chief, +Must sink beneath the chilling grief. +That town which countless thousands fill, +Whose hearts with love of Rama thrill,— +The world's delight, so rich and fair,— +Grieved for the king, his death will share. +The hopes he fondly cherished, crossed +Ayodhya's throne to Rama lost,— +With mournful cries, Too late, too late! +The king my sire will meet his fate. +And when my sire has passed away, +Most happy in their lot are they, +Allowed, with every pious care, +Part in his funeral rites to bear. +And O, may we with joy at last,— +These years of forest exile past,— +Turn to Ayodhya's town to dwell +With him who keeps his promise well!” +While thus the hero mighty-souled, +In wild lament his sorrow told, +Faint with the load that on him lay, +The hours of darkness passed away. +As thus the prince, impelled by zeal +For his loved brother, prompt to feel +Strong yearnings for the people's weal, +His words of truth outspake, +King Guha grieved to see his woe, +Heart-stricken, gave his tears to flow, +Tormented by the common blow, +Sad, as a wounded snake. +Canto LII. The Crossing Of Ganga. +Soon as the shades of night had fled, +Uprising from his lowly bed, +Rama the famous, broad of chest, +His brother Lakshman thus addressed: +“Now swift upsprings the Lord of Light, +And fled is venerable night. +[pg 154] +That dark-winged bird the Koïl now +Is calling from the topmost bough, +And sounding from the thicket nigh +Is heard the peacock's early cry. +Come, cross the flood that seeks the sea, +The swiftly flowing Jahnaví.”324 +King Guha heard his speech, agreed, +And called his minister with speed: +“A boat,” he cried, “swift, strong, and fair, +With rudder, oars, and men, prepare, +And place it ready by the shore +To bear the pilgrims quickly o'er.” +Thus Guha spake: his followers all +Bestirred them at their master's call; +Then told the king that ready manned +A gay boat waited near the strand. +Then Guha, hand to hand applied, +With reverence thus to Rama cried: +“The boat is ready by the shore: +How, tell me, can I aid thee more? +O lord of men, it waits for thee +To cross the flood that seeks the sea. +O godlike keeper of thy vow, +Embark: the boat is ready now.” +Then Rama, lord of glory high, +Thus to King Guha made reply: +“Thanks for thy gracious care, my lord: +Now let the gear be placed on board.” +Each bow-armed chief, in mail encased, +Bound sword and quiver to his waist, +And then with Síta near them hied +Down the broad river's shelving side. +Then with raised palms the charioteer, +In lowly reverence drawing near, +Cried thus to Rama good and true: +“Now what remains for me to do?” +With his right hand, while answering +The hero touched his friend: +“Go back,” he said, “and on the king +With watchful care attend. +Thus far, Sumantra, thou wast guide; +Now to Ayodhya turn,” he cried: +“Hence seek we leaving steeds and car, +On foot the wood that stretches far.” +Sumantra, when, with grieving heart, +He heard the hero bid him part, +Thus to the bravest of the brave, +Ikshvaku's son, his answer gave: +“In all the world men tell of naught, +To match thy deed, by heroes wrought— +Thus with thy brother and thy wife +Thrall-like to lead a forest life. +No meet reward of fruit repays +Thy holy lore, thy saintlike days, +Thy tender soul, thy love of truth, +If woe like this afflicts thy youth. +Thou, roaming under forest boughs +With thy dear brother and thy spouse +Shalt richer meed of glory gain +Than if three worlds confessed thy reign. +Sad is our fate, O Rama: we, +Abandoned and repelled by thee, +Must serve as thralls Kaikeyí's will, +Imperious, wicked, born to ill.” +Thus cried the faithful charioteer, +As Raghu's son, in rede his peer, +Was fast departing on his road,— +And long his tears of anguish flowed. +But Rama, when those tears were dried +His lips with water purified, +And in soft accents, sweet and clear, +Again addressed the charioteer: +“I find no heart, my friend, like thine, +So faithful to Ikshvaku's line. +Still first in view this object keep, +That ne'er for me my sire may weep. +For he, the world's far-ruling king, +Is old, and wild with sorrow's sting; +With love's great burthen worn and weak: +Deem this the cause that thus I speak +Whate'er the high-souled king decrees +His loved Kaikeyí's heart to please, +Yea, be his order what it may, +Without demur thou must obey, +For this alone great monarchs reign, +That ne'er a wish be formed in vain. +Then, O Sumantra, well provide +That by no check the king be tried: +Nor let his heart in sorrow pine: +This care, my faithful friend, be thine. +The honoured king my father greet, +And thus for me my words repeat +To him whose senses are controlled, +Untired till now by grief, and old; +“I, Síta, Lakshman sorrow not, +O Monarch, for our altered lot: +The same to us, if here we roam, +Or if Ayodhya be our home, +The fourteen years will quickly fly, +The happy hour will soon be nigh +When thou, my lord, again shalt see +Lakshman, the Maithil dame, and me.” +Thus having soothed, O charioteer, +My father and my mother dear, +Let all the queens my message learn, +But to Kaikeyí chiefly turn. +With loving blessings from the three, +From Lakshman, Síta, and from me, +My mother, Queen Kauśalya, greet +With reverence to her sacred feet. +And add this prayer of mine: “O King; +Send quickly forth and Bharat bring, +And set him on the royal throne +Which thy decree has made his own. +When he upon the throne is placed, +When thy fond arms are round him laced, +Thine aged heart will cease to ache +With bitter pangs for Rama's sake.” +[pg 155] +And say to Bharat: “See thou treat +The queens with all observance meet: +What care the king receives, the same +Show thou alike to every dame. +Obedience to thy father's will +Who chooses thee the throne to fill, +Will earn for thee a store of bliss +Both in the world to come and this.’ ” +Thus Rama bade Sumantra go +With thoughtful care instructed so. +Sumantra all his message heard, +And spake again, by passion stirred: +“O, should deep feeling mar in aught +The speech by fond devotion taught, +Forgive whate'er I wildly speak: +My love is strong, my tongue is weak. +How shall I, if deprived of thee, +Return that mournful town to see: +Where sick at heart the people are +Because their Rama roams afar. +Woe will be theirs too deep to brook +When on the empty car they look, +As when from hosts, whose chiefs are slain, +One charioteer comes home again. +This very day, I ween, is food +Forsworn by all the multitude, +Thinking that thou, with hosts to aid, +Art dwelling in the wild wood's shade. +The great despair, the shriek of woe +They uttered when they saw thee go, +Will, when I come with none beside, +A hundred-fold be multiplied. +How to Kauśalya can I say: +“O Queen, I took thy son away, +And with thy brother left him well: +Weep not for him; thy woe dispel?” +So false a tale I cannot frame, +Yet how speak truth and grieve the dame? +How shall these horses, fleet and bold, +Whom not a hand but mine can hold, +Bear others, wont to whirl the car +Wherein Ikshvaku's children are! +Without thee, Prince, I cannot, no, +I cannot to Ayodhya go. +Then deign, O Rama, to relent, +And let me share thy banishment. +But if no prayers can move thy heart, +If thou wilt quit me and depart, +The flames shall end my car and me, +Deserted thus and reft of thee. +In the wild wood when foes are near, +When dangers check thy vows austere, +Borne in my car will I attend, +All danger and all care to end. +For thy dear sake I love the skill +That guides the steed and curbs his will: +And soon a forest life will be +As pleasant, for my love of thee. +And if these horses near thee dwell, +And serve thee in the forest well, +They, for their service, will not miss +The due reward of highest bliss. +Thine orders, as with thee I stray, +Will I with heart and head obey, +Prepared, for thee, without a sigh, +To lose Ayodhya or the sky. +As one defiled with hideous sin, +I never more can pass within +Ayodhya, city of our king, +Unless beside me thee I bring. +One wish is mine, I ask no more, +That, when thy banishment is o'er +I in my car may bear my lord, +Triumphant, to his home restored. +The fourteen years, if spent with thee, +Will swift as light-winged moments flee; +But the same years, without thee told, +Were magnified a hundred-fold. +Do not, kind lord, thy servant leave, +Who to his master's son would cleave, +And the same path with him pursue, +Devoted, tender, just and true.” +Again, again Sumantra made +His varied plaint, and wept and prayed. +Him Raghu's son, whose tender breast +Felt for his servants, thus addressed: +“O faithful servant, well my heart +Knows how attached and true thou art. +Hear thou the words I speak, and know +Why to the town I bid thee go. +Soon as Kaikeyí, youngest queen, +Thy coming to the town has seen, +No doubt will then her mind oppress +That Rama roams the wilderness. +And so the dame, her heart content +With proof of Rama's banishment, +Will doubt the virtuous king no more +As faithless to the oath he swore. +Chief of my cares is this, that she, +Youngest amid the queens, may see +Bharat her son securely reign +O'er rich Ayodhya's wide domain. +For mine and for the monarch's sake +Do thou thy journey homeward take, +And, as I bade, repeat each word +That from my lips thou here hast heard.” +Thus spake the prince, and strove to cheer +The sad heart of the charioteer, +And then to royal Guha said +These words most wise and spirited: +“Guha, dear friend, it is not meet +That people throng my calm retreat: +For I must live a strict recluse, +And mould my life by hermits' use. +I now the ancient rule accept +By good ascetics gladly kept. +I go: bring fig-tree juice that I +In matted coils my hair may tie.” +Quick Guha hastened to produce, +For the king's son, that sacred juice. +Then Rama of his long locks made, +And Lakshman's too, the hermit braid. +[pg 156] +And the two royal brothers there +With coats of bark and matted hair, +Transformed in lovely likeness stood +To hermit saints who love the wood. +So Rama, with his brother bold, +A pious anchorite enrolled, +Obeyed the vow which hermits take, +And to his friend, King Guha, spake: +“May people, treasure, army share, +And fenced forts, thy constant care: +Attend to all: supremely hard +The sovereign's task, to watch and guard.” +Ikshvaku's son, the good and brave, +This last farewell to Guha gave, +And then, with Lakshman and his bride, +Determined, on his way he hied. +Soon as he viewed, upon the shore, +The bark prepared to waft them o'er +Impetuous Ganga's rolling tide, +To Lakshman thus the chieftain cried: +“Brother, embark; thy hand extend, +Thy gentle aid to Síta lend: +With care her trembling footsteps guide, +And place the lady by thy side.” +When Lakshman heard, prepared to aid, +His brother's words he swift obeyed. +Within the bark he placed the dame, +Then to her side the hero came. +Next Lakshman's elder brother, lord +Of brightest glory, when on board, +Breathing a prayer for blessings, meet +For priest or warrior to repeat, +Then he and car-borne Lakshman bent, +Well-pleased, their heads, most reverent, +Their hands, with Síta, having dipped, +As Scripture bids, and water sipped, +Farewell to wise Sumantra said, +And Guha, with the train he led. +So Rama took, on board, his stand, +And urged the vessel from the land. +Then swift by vigorous arms impelled +Her onward course the vessel held, +And guided by the helmsman through +The dashing waves of Ganga flew. +Half way across the flood they came, +When Síta, free from spot and blame, +Her reverent hands together pressed, +The Goddess of the stream addressed: +“May the great chieftain here who springs +From Daśaratha, best of kings, +Protected by thy care, fulfil +His prudent father's royal will. +When in the forest he has spent +His fourteen years of banishment, +With his dear brother and with me +His home again my lord shall see. +Returning on that blissful day, +I will to thee mine offerings pay, +Dear Queen, whose waters gently flow, +Who canst all blessed gifts bestow. +For, three-pathed Queen, though wandering here, +Thy waves descend from Brahma's sphere, +Spouse of the God o'er floods supreme, +Though rolling here thy glorious stream. +To thee, fair Queen, my head shall bend, +To thee shall hymns of praise ascend, +When my brave lord shall turn again, +And, joyful, o'er his kingdom reign. +To win thy grace, O Queen divine, +A hundred thousand fairest kine, +And precious robes and finest meal +Among the Brahmans will I deal. +A hundred jars of wine shall flow, +When to my home, O Queen, I go; +With these, and flesh, and corn, and rice, +Will I, delighted, sacrifice. +Each hallowed spot, each holy shrine +That stands on these fair shores of thine, +Each fane and altar on thy banks +Shall share my offerings and thanks. +With me and Lakshman, free from harm, +May he the blameless, strong of arm, +Reseek Ayodhya from the wild, +O blameless Lady undefiled!” +As, praying for her husband's sake, +The faultless dame to Ganga spake, +To the right bank the vessel flew +With her whose heart was right and true. +Soon as the bark had crossed the wave, +The lion leader of the brave, +Leaving the vessel on the strand, +With wife and brother leapt to land. +Then Rama thus the prince addressed +Who filled with joy Sumitra's breast: +“Be thine alike to guard and aid +In peopled spot, in lonely shade. +Do thou, Sumitra's son, precede: +Let Síta walk where thou shalt lead. +Behind you both my place shall be, +To guard the Maithil dame and thee. +For she, to woe a stranger yet, +No toil or grief till now has met; +The fair Videhan will assay +The pains of forest life to-day. +To-day her tender feet must tread +Rough rocky wilds around her spread: +No tilth is there, no gardens grow, +No crowding people come and go.” +The hero ceased: and Lakshman led +Obedient to the words he said: +And Síta followed him, and then +Came Raghu's pride, the lord of men. +With Síta walking o'er the sand +They sought the forest, bow in hand, +But still their lingering glances threw +Where yet Sumantra stood in view. +Sumantra, when his watchful eye +The royal youths no more could spy, +Turned from the spot whereon he stood +Homeward with Guha from the wood. +[pg 157] +Still on the brothers forced their way +Where sweet birds sang on every spray, +Though scarce the eye a path could find +Mid flowering trees where creepers twined. +Far on the princely brothers pressed, +And stayed their feet at length to rest +Beneath a fig tree's mighty shade +With countless pendent shoots displayed. +Reclining there a while at ease, +They saw, not far, beneath fair trees +A lake with many a lotus bright +That bore the name of Lovely Sight. +Rama his wife's attention drew, +And Lakshman's, to the charming view: +“Look, brother, look how fair the flood +Glows with the lotus, flower and bud!” +They drank the water fresh and clear, +And with their shafts they slew a deer. +A fire of boughs they made in haste, +And in the flame the meat they placed. +So Raghu's sons with Síta shared +The hunter's meal their hands prepared, +Then counselled that the spreading tree +Their shelter and their home should be. +Canto LIII. Rama's Lament. +When evening rites were duly paid, +Reclined beneath the leafy shade, +To Lakshman thus spake Rama, best +Of those who glad a people's breast: +“Now the first night has closed the day +That saw us from our country stray, +And parted from the charioteer; +Yet grieve not thou, my brother dear. +Henceforth by night, when others sleep, +Must we our careful vigil keep, +Watching for Síta's welfare thus, +For her dear life depends on us. +Bring me the leaves that lie around, +And spread them here upon the ground, +That we on lowly beds may lie, +And let in talk the night go by.” +So on the ground with leaves o'erspread, +He who should press a royal bed, +Rama with Lakshman thus conversed, +And many a pleasant tale rehearsed: +“This night the king,” he cried, “alas! +In broken sleep will sadly pass. +Kaikeyí now content should be, +For mistress of her wish is she. +So fiercely she for empire yearns, +That when her Bharat home returns, +She in her greed, may even bring +Destruction on our lord the king. +What can he do, in feeble eld, +Reft of all aid and me expelled, +His soul enslaved by love, a thrall +Obedient to Kaikeyí's call? +As thus I muse upon his woe +And all his wisdoms overthrow, +Love is, methinks, of greater might +To stir the heart than gain and right. +For who, in wisdom's lore untaught, +Could by a beauty's prayer be bought +To quit his own obedient son, +Who loves him, as my sire has done! +Bharat, Kaikeyí's child, alone +Will, with his wife, enjoy the throne, +And blissfully his rule maintain +O'er happy Kośala's domain. +To Bharat's single lot will fall +The kingdom and the power and all, +When fails the king from length of days, +And Rama in the forest strays. +Whoe'er, neglecting right and gain, +Lets conquering love his soul enchain, +To him, like Daśaratha's lot, +Comes woe with feet that tarry not. +Methinks at last the royal dame, +Dear Lakshman, has secured her aim, +To see at once her husband dead, +Her son enthroned, and Rama fled. +Ah me! I fear, lest borne away +By frenzy of success, she slay +Kauśalya, through her wicked hate +Of me, bereft, disconsolate; +Or her who aye for me has striven +Sumitra, to devotion given. +Hence, Lakshman, to Ayodhya speed, +Returning in the hour of need. +With Síta I my steps will bend +Where Danḍak's mighty woods extend. +No guardian has Kauśalya now: +O, be her friend and guardian thou. +Strong hate may vile Kaikeyí lead +To many a base unrighteous deed, +Treading my mother 'neath her feet +When Bharat holds the royal seat. +Sure in some antenatal time +Were children, by Kauśalya's crime, +Torn from their mothers' arms away, +And hence she mourns this evil day. +She for her child no toil would spare +Tending me long with pain and care; +Now in the hour of fruitage she +Has lost that son, ah, woe is me. +O Lakshman, may no matron e'er +A son so doomed to sorrow bear +As I, my mother's heart who rend +With anguish that can never end. +The Sarika,325 methinks, possessed +More love than glows in Rama's breast. +Who, as the tale is told to us, +Addressed the stricken parrot thus: +[pg 158] +“Parrot, the capturer's talons tear, +While yet alone thou flutterest there, +Before his mouth has closed on me:” +So cried the bird, herself to free. +Reft of her son, in childless woe, +My mother's tears for ever flow: +Ill-fated, doomed with grief to strive, +What aid can she from me derive? +Pressed down by care, she cannot rise +From sorrow's flood wherein she lies. +In righteous wrath my single arm +Could, with my bow, protect from harm +Ayodhya's town and all the earth: +But what is hero prowess worth? +Lest breaking duty's law I sin, +And lose the heaven I strive to win, +The forest life today I choose, +And kingly state and power refuse.” +Thus mourning in that lonely spot +The troubled chief bewailed his lot, +And filled with tears, his eyes ran o'er; +Then silent sat, and spake no more. +To him, when ceased his loud lament, +Like fire whose brilliant might is spent, +Or the great sea when sleeps the wave, +Thus Lakshman consolation gave: +“Chief of the brave who bear the bow, +E'en now Ayodhya, sunk in woe, +By thy departure reft of light +Is gloomy as the moonless night. +Unfit it seems that thou, O chief, +Shouldst so afflict thy soul with grief, +So with thou Síta's heart consign +To deep despair as well as mine. +Not I, O Raghu's son, nor she +Could live one hour deprived of thee: +We were, without thine arm to save, +Like fish deserted by the wave. +Although my mother dear to meet, +Śatrughna, and the king, were sweet, +On them, or heaven, to feed mine eye +Were nothing, if thou wert not by.” +Sitting at ease, their glances fell +Upon the beds, constructed well, +And there the sons of virtue laid +Their limbs beneath the fig tree's shade. +Canto LIV. Bharadvaja's Hermitage. +So there that night the heroes spent +Under the boughs that o'er them bent, +And when the sun his glory spread, +Upstarting, from the place they sped. +On to that spot they made their way, +Through the dense wood that round them lay, +Where Yamuna's326 swift waters glide +To blend with Ganga's holy tide. +Charmed with the prospect ever new +The glorious heroes wandered through +Full many a spot of pleasant ground, +Rejoicing as they gazed around, +With eager eye and heart at ease, +On countless sorts of flowery trees. +And now the day was half-way sped +When thus to Lakshman Rama said: +“There, there, dear brother, turn thine eyes; +See near Prayag327 that smoke arise: +The banner of our Lord of Flames +The dwelling of some saint proclaims. +Near to the place our steps we bend +Where Yamuna and Ganga blend. +I hear and mark the deafening roar +When chafing floods together pour. +See, near us on the ground are left +Dry logs, by labouring woodmen cleft, +And the tall trees, that blossom near +Saint Bharadvaja's home, appear.” +The bow-armed princes onward passed, +And as the sun was sinking fast +They reached the hermit's dwelling, set +Near where the rushing waters met. +The presence of the warrior scared +The deer and birds as on he fared, +And struck them with unwonted awe: +Then Bharadvaja's cot they saw. +The high-souled hermit soon they found +Girt by his dear disciples round: +Calm saint, whose vows had well been wrought, +Whose fervent rites keen sight had bought. +Duly had flames of worship blazed +When Rama on the hermit gazed: +His suppliant hands the hero raised, +Drew nearer to the holy man +With his companions, and began, +Declaring both his name and race +And why they sought that distant place: +“Saint, Daśaratha's children we, +Rama and Lakshman, come to thee. +This my good wife from Janak springs, +The best of fair Videha's kings; +Through lonely wilds, a faultless dame, +To this pure grove with me she came. +My younger brother follows still +Me banished by my father's will: +Sumitra's son, bound by a vow,— +He roams the wood beside me now. +Sent by my father forth to rove, +We seek, O Saint, some holy grove, +Where lives of hermits we may lead, +And upon fruits and berries feed.” +When Bharadvaja, prudent-souled, +Had heard the prince his tale unfold, +Water he bade them bring, a bull, +And honour-gifts in dishes full, +[pg 159] +And drink and food of varied taste, +Berries and roots, before him placed, +And then the great ascetic showed +A cottage for the guests' abode. +The saint these honours gladly paid +To Rama who had thither strayed, +Then compassed sat by birds and deer +And many a hermit resting near. +The prince received the service kind, +And sat him down rejoiced in mind. +Then Bharadvaja silence broke, +And thus the words of duty spoke: +“Kakutstha's royal son, that thou +Hadst sought this grove I knew ere now. +Mine ears have heard thy story, sent +Without a sin to banishment. +Behold, O Prince, this ample space +Near where the mingling floods embrace, +Holy, and beautiful, and clear: +Dwell with us, and be happy here.” +By Bharadvaja thus addressed, +Rama whose kind and tender breast +All living things would bless and save, +In gracious words his answer gave: +“My honoured lord, this tranquil spot, +Fair home of hermits, suits me not: +For all the neighbouring people here +Will seek us when they know me near: +With eager wish to look on me, +And the Videhan dame to see, +A crowd of rustics will intrude +Upon the holy solitude. +Provide, O gracious lord, I pray, +Some quiet home that lies away, +Where my Videhan spouse may dwell +Tasting the bliss deserved so well.” +The hermit heard the prayer he made: +A while in earnest thought he stayed, +And then in words like these expressed +His answer to the chief's request: +“Ten leagues away there stands a hill +Where thou mayst live, if such thy will: +A holy mount, exceeding fair; +Great saints have made their dwelling there: +There great Langúrs328 in thousands play, +And bears amid the thickets stray; +Wide-known by Chitrakúṭa's name, +It rivals Gandhamadan's329 fame. +Long as the man that hill who seeks +Gazes upon its sacred peaks, +To holy things his soul he gives +And pure from thought of evil lives. +There, while a hundred autumns fled, +Has many a saint with hoary head +Spent his pure life, and won the prize, +By deep devotion, in the skies: +Best home, I ween, if such retreat, +Far from the ways of men, be sweet: +Or let thy years of exile flee +Here in this hermitage with me.” +Thus Bharadvaja spake, and trained +In lore of duty, entertained +The princes and the dame, and pressed +His friendly gifts on every guest. +Thus to Prayag the hero went, +Thus saw the saint preëminent, +And varied speeches heard and said: +Then holy night o'er heaven was spread. +And Rama took, by toil oppressed, +With Síta and his brother, rest; +And so the night, with sweet content, +In Bharadvaja's grove was spent. +But when the dawn dispelled the night, +Rama approached the anchorite, +And thus addressed the holy sire +Whose glory shone like kindled fire: +“Well have we spent, O truthful Sage, +The night within thy hermitage: +Now let my lord his guests permit +For their new home his grove to quit.” +Then, as he saw the morning break, +In answer Bharadvaja spake: +“Go forth to Chitrakúṭa's hill, +Where berries grow, and sweets distil: +Full well, I deem, that home will suit +Thee, Rama, strong and resolute. +Go forth, and Chitrakúṭa seek, +Famed mountain of the Varied Peak. +In the wild woods that gird him round +All creatures of the chase are found: +Thou in the glades shalt see appear +Vast herds of elephants and deer. +With Síta there shalt thou delight +To gaze upon the woody height; +There with expanding heart to look +On river, table-land, and brook, +And see the foaming torrent rave +Impetuous from the mountain cave. +Auspicious hill! where all day long +The lapwing's cry, the Koïl's song +Make all who listen gay: +Where all is fresh and fair to see, +Where elephants and deer roam free, +There, as a hermit, stay.” +Canto LV. The Passage Of Yamuna. +The princely tamers of their foes +Thus passed the night in calm repose, +Then to the hermit having bent +With reverence, on their way they went. +High favour Bharadvaja showed, +And blessed them ready for the road. +[pg 160] +With such fond looks as fathers throw +On their own sons, before they go. +Then spake the saint with glory bright +To Rama peerless in his might: +“First, lords of men, direct your feet +Where Yamuna and Ganga meet; +Then to the swift Kalindí330 go, +Whose westward waves to Ganga flow. +When thou shalt see her lovely shore +Worn by their feet who hasten o'er, +Then, Raghu's son, a raft prepare, +And cross the Sun born river there. +Upon her farther bank a tree, +Near to the landing wilt thou see. +The blessed source of varied gifts, +There her green boughs that Fig-tree lifts: +A tree where countless birds abide, +By Śyama's name known far and wide. +Síta, revere that holy shade: +There be thy prayers for blessing prayed. +Thence for a league your way pursue, +And a dark wood shall meet your view, +Where tall bamboos their foliage show, +The Gum-tree and the Jujube grow. +To Chitrakúṭa have I oft +Trodden that path so smooth and soft, +Where burning woods no traveller scare, +But all is pleasant, green, and fair.” +When thus the guests their road had learned, +Back to his cot the hermit turned, +And Rama, Lakshman, Síta paid +Their reverent thanks for courteous aid. +Thus Rama spake to Lakshman, when +The saint had left the lords of men: +“Great store of bliss in sooth is ours +On whom his love the hermit showers.” +As each to other wisely talked, +The lion lords together walked +On to Kalindí's woody shore; +And gentle Síta went before. +They reached that flood, whose waters flee +With rapid current to the sea; +Their minds a while to thought they gave +And counselled how to cross the wave. +At length, with logs together laid, +A mighty raft the brothers made. +Then dry bamboos across were tied, +And grass was spread from side to side. +And the great hero Lakshman brought +Cane and Rose-Apple boughs and wrought, +Trimming the branches smooth and neat, +For Síta's use a pleasant seat. +And Rama placed thereon his dame +Touched with a momentary shame, +Resembling in her glorious mien +All-thought-surpassing Fortune's Queen. +Then Rama hastened to dispose, +Each in its place, the skins and bows, +And by the fair Videhan laid +The coats, the ornaments, and spade. +When Síta thus was set on board, +And all their gear was duly stored, +The heroes each with vigorous hand, +Pushed off the raft and left the land. +When half its way the raft had made, +Thus Síta to Kalindí prayed: +“Goddess, whose flood I traverse now, +Grant that my lord may keep his vow. +For thee shall bleed a thousand kine, +A hundred jars shall pour their wine, +When Rama sees that town again +Where old Ikshvaku's children reign.” +Thus to Kalindí's stream she sued +And prayed in suppliant attitude. +Then to the river's bank the dame, +Fervent in supplication, came. +They left the raft that brought them o'er, +And the thick wood that clothed the shore, +And to the Fig-tree Śyama made +Their way, so cool with verdant shade. +Then Síta viewed that best of trees, +And reverent spake in words like these: +“Hail, hail, O mighty tree! Allow +My husband to complete his vow; +Let us returning, I entreat, +Kauśalya and Sumitra meet.” +Then with her hands together placed +Around the tree she duly paced. +When Rama saw his blameless spouse +A suppliant under holy boughs, +The gentle darling of his heart, +He thus to Lakshman spake apart: +“Brother, by thee our way be led; +Let Síta close behind thee tread: +I, best of men, will grasp my bow, +And hindmost of the three will go. +What fruits soe'er her fancy take, +Or flowers half hidden in the brake, +For Janak's child forget not thou +To gather from the brake or bough.” +Thus on they fared. The tender dame +Asked Rama, as they walked, the name +Of every shrub that blossoms bore, +Creeper, and tree unseen before: +And Lakshman fetched, at Síta's prayer, +Boughs of each tree with clusters fair. +Then Janak's daughter joyed to see +The sand-discoloured river flee, +Where the glad cry of many a bird, +The saras and the swan, was heard. +A league the brothers travelled through +The forest noble game they slew: +Beneath the trees their meal they dressed +And sat them down to eat and rest. +A while in that delightful shade +Where elephants unnumbered strayed, +Where peacocks screamed and monkeys played, +[pg 161] +They wandered with delight. +Then by the river's side they found +A pleasant spot of level ground, +Where all was smooth and fair around, +Their lodging for the night. +Canto LVI. Chitrakúta +Then Rama, when the morning rose, +Called Lakshman gently from repose: +“Awake, the pleasant voices hear +Of forest birds that warble near. +Scourge of thy foes, no longer stay; +The hour is come to speed away.” +The slumbering prince unclosed his eyes +When thus his brother bade him rise, +Compelling, at the timely cry, +Fatigue, and sleep, and rest to fly. +The brothers rose and Síta too; +Pure water from the stream they drew, +Paid morning rites, then followed still +The road to Chitrakúṭa's hill. +Then Rama as he took the road +With Lakshman, while the morning, glowed, +To the Videhan lady cried, +Síta the fair, the lotus-eyed: +“Look round thee, dear; each flowery tree +Touched with the fire of morning see: +The Kinśuk, now the Frosts are fled,— +How glorious with his wreaths of red! +The Bel-trees see, so loved of men, +Hanging their boughs in every glen. +O'erburthened with their fruit and flowers: +A plenteous store of food is ours. +See, Lakshman, in the leafy trees, +Where'er they make their home. +Down hangs, the work of labouring bees +The ponderous honeycomb. +In the fair wood before us spread +The startled wild-cock cries: +Hark, where the flowers are soft to tread, +The peacock's voice replies. +Where elephants are roaming free, +And sweet birds' songs are loud, +The glorious Chitrakúṭa see: +His peaks are in the cloud. +On fair smooth ground he stands displayed, +Begirt by many a tree: +O brother, in that holy shade +How happy shall we be!”331 +Then Rama, Lakshman, Síta, each +Spoke raising suppliant hands this speech +To him, in woodland dwelling met, +Valmíki, ancient anchoret: +“O Saint, this mountain takes the mind, +With creepers, trees of every kind, +With fruit and roots abounding thus, +A pleasant life it offers us: +Here for a while we fain would stay, +And pass a season blithe and gay.” +Then the great saint, in duty trained, +With honour gladly entertained: +He gave his guests a welcome fair, +And bade them sit and rest them there, +Rama of mighty arm and chest +His faithful Lakshman then addressed: +“Brother, bring hither from the wood +Selected timber strong and good, +And build therewith a little cot; +My heart rejoices in the spot +That lies beneath the mountain's side, +Remote, with water well supplied.” +Sumitra's son his words obeyed, +Brought many a tree, and deftly made, +With branches in the forest cut, +As Rama bade, a leafy hut. +Then Rama, when the cottage stood +Fair, firmly built, and walled with wood, +To Lakshman spake, whose eager mind +To do his brother's will inclined: +“Now, Lakshman as our cot is made, +Must sacrifice be duly paid +By us, for lengthened life who hope, +With venison of the antelope. +Away, O bright-eyed Lakshman, speed: +Struck by thy bow a deer must bleed: +As Scripture bids, we must not slight +The duty that commands the rite.” +Lakshman, the chief whose arrows laid +His foemen low, his word obeyed; +And Rama thus again addressed +The swift performer of his hest: +“Prepare the venison thou hast shot, +To sacrifice for this our cot. +Haste, brother dear, for this the hour, +And this the day of certain power.” +Then glorious Lakshman took the buck +His arrow in the wood had struck; +Bearing his mighty load he came, +And laid it in the kindled flame. +[pg 162] +Soon as he saw the meat was done, +And that the juices ceased to run +From the broiled carcass, Lakshman then +Spoke thus to Rama best of men: +“The carcass of the buck, entire, +Is ready dressed upon the fire. +Now be the sacred rites begun +To please the God, thou godlike one.” +Rama the good, in ritual trained, +Pure from the bath, with thoughts restrained, +Hasted those verses to repeat +Which make the sacrifice complete. +The hosts celestial came in view, +And Rama to the cot withdrew, +While a sweet sense of rapture stole +Through the unequalled hero's soul. +He paid the Viśvedevas332 due. +And Rudra's right, and Vishnu's too, +Nor wonted blessings, to protect +Their new-built home, did he neglect. +With voice repressed he breathed the prayer, +Bathed duly in the river fair, +And gave good offerings that remove +The stain of sin, as texts approve. +And many an altar there he made, +And shrines, to suit the holy shade, +All decked with woodland chaplets sweet, +And fruit and roots and roasted meat, +With muttered prayer, as texts require, +Water, and grass and wood and fire. +So Rama, Lakshman, Síta paid +Their offerings to each God and shade, +And entered then their pleasant cot +That bore fair signs of happy lot. +They entered, the illustrious three, +The well-set cottage, fair to see, +Roofed with the leaves of many a tree, +And fenced from wind and rain: +So, at their Father Brahma's call, +The Gods of heaven, assembling all, +To their own glorious council hall +Advance in shining train. +So, resting on that lovely hill, +Near the fair lily-covered rill, +The happy prince forgot, +Surrounded by the birds and deer, +The woe, the longing, and the fear +That gloom the exile's lot. +Canto LVII. Sumantra's Return. +When Rama reached the southern bank, +King Guha's heart with sorrow sank: +He with Sumantra talked, and spent +With his deep sorrow, homeward went. +Sumantra, as the king decreed, +Yoked to the car each noble steed, +And to Ayodhya's city sped +With his sad heart disquieted. +On lake and brook and scented grove +His glances fell, as on he drove: +City and village came in view +As o'er the road his coursers flew. +On the third day the charioteer, +When now the hour of night was near, +Came to Ayodhya's gate, and found +The city all in sorrow drowned. +To him, in spirit quite cast down, +Forsaken seemed the silent town, +And by the rush of grief oppressed +He pondered in his mournful breast: +“Is all Ayodhya burnt with grief, +Steed, elephant, and man, and chief? +Does her loved Rama's exile so +Afflict her with the fires of woe?” +Thus as he mused, his steeds flew fast, +And swiftly through the gate he passed. +On drove the charioteer, and then +In hundreds, yea in thousands, men +Ran to the car from every side, +And, “Rama, where is Rama?” cried. +Sumantra said: “My chariot bore +The duteous prince to Ganga's shore; +I left him there at his behest, +And homeward to Ayodhya pressed.” +Soon as the anxious people knew +That he was o'er the flood they drew +Deep sighs, and crying, Rama! all +Wailed, and big tears began to fall. +He heard the mournful words prolonged, +As here and there the people thronged: +“Woe, woe for us, forlorn, undone, +No more to look on Raghu's son! +His like again we ne'er shall see, +Of heart so true, of hand so free, +In gifts, in gatherings for debate, +When marriage pomps we celebrate, +What should we do? What earthly thing +Can rest, or hope, or pleasure bring?” +Thus the sad town, which Rama kept +As a kind father, wailed and wept. +Each mansion, as the car went by, +Sent forth a loud and bitter cry, +As to the window every dame, +Mourning for banished Rama, came. +As his sad eyes with tears o'erflowed, +He sped along the royal road +To Daśaratha's high abode. +There leaping down his car he stayed; +Within the gates his way he made; +Through seven broad courts he onward hied +Where people thronged on every side. +From each high terrace, wild with woe, +The royal ladies flocked below: +[pg 163] +He heard them talk in gentle tone, +As each for Rama made her moan: +“What will the charioteer reply +To Queen Kauśalya's eager cry? +With Rama from the gates he went; +Homeward alone, his steps are bent. +Hard is a life with woe distressed, +But difficult to win is rest, +If, when her son is banished, still +She lives beneath her load of ill.” +Such was the speech Sumantra heard +From them whom grief unfeigned had stirred. +As fires of anguish burnt him through, +Swift to the monarch's hall he drew, +Past the eighth court; there met his sight, +The sovereign in his palace bright, +Still weeping for his son, forlorn, +Pale, faint, and all with sorrow worn. +As there he sat, Sumantra bent +And did obeisance reverent, +And to the king repeated o'er +The message he from Rama bore. +The monarch heard, and well-nigh brake +His heart, but yet no word he spake: +Fainting to earth he fell, and dumb, +By grief for Rama overcome. +Rang through the hall a startling cry, +And women's arms were tossed on high, +When, with his senses all astray, +Upon the ground the monarch lay. +Kauśalya, with Sumitra's aid, +Raised from the ground her lord dismayed: +“Sire, of high fate,” she cried, “O, why +Dost thou no single word reply +To Rama's messenger who brings +News of his painful wanderings? +The great injustice done, art thou +Shame-stricken for thy conduct now? +Rise up, and do thy part: bestow +Comfort and help in this our woe. +Speak freely, King; dismiss thy fear, +For Queen Kaikeyí stands not near, +Afraid of whom thou wouldst not seek +Tidings of Rama: freely speak.” +When the sad queen had ended so, +She sank, insatiate in her woe, +And prostrate lay upon the ground, +While her faint voice by sobs was drowned. +When all the ladies in despair +Saw Queen Kauśalya wailing there, +And the poor king oppressed with pain, +They flocked around and wept again. +Canto LVIII. Rama's Message. +The king a while had senseless lain, +When care brought memory back again. +Then straight he called, the news to hear +Of Rama, for the charioteer, +With reverent hand to hand applied +He waited by the old man's side, +Whose mind with anguish was distraught +Like a great elephant newly caught. +The king with bitter pain distressed +The faithful charioteer addressed, +Who, sad of mien, with flooded eye, +And dust upon his limbs, stood by: +“Where will be Rama's dwelling now +At some tree's foot, beneath the bough; +Ah, what will be the exile's food, +Bred up with kind solicitude? +Can he, long lapped in pleasant rest, +Unmeet for pain, by pain oppressed, +Son of earth's king, his sad night spend +Earth-couched, as one that has no friend? +Behind him, when abroad he sped, +Cars, elephant, and foot were led: +Then how shall Rama dwell afar +In the wild woods where no men are? +How, tell me, did the princes there, +With Síta good and soft and fair, +Alighting from the chariot, tread +The forest wilds around them spread? +A happy lot is thine, I ween, +Whose eyes my two dear sons have seen +Seeking on foot the forest shade, +Like the bright Twins to view displayed, +The heavenly Aśvins, when they seek +The woods that hang 'neath Mandar's peak. +What words, Sumantra, quickly tell, +From Rama, Lakshman, Síta fell? +How in the wood did Rama eat? +What was his bed, and what his seat? +Full answer to my questions give, +For I on thy replies shall live, +As with the saints Yayati held +Sweet converse, from the skies expelled.” +Urged by the lord of men to speak, +Whose sobbing voice came faint and weak, +Thus he, while tears his utterance broke, +In answer to the monarch spoke: +“Hear then the words that Rama said, +Resolved in duty's path to tread. +Joining his hands, his head he bent, +And gave this message, reverent: +“Sumantra, to my father go, +Whose lofty mind all people know: +Bow down before him, as is meet, +And in my stead salute his feet. +Then to the queen my mother bend, +And give the greeting that I send: +Ne'er may her steps from duty err, +And may it still be well with her. +And add this word: “O Queen, pursue +Thy vows with faithful heart and true; +And ever at due season turn +Where holy fires of worship burn. +And, lady, on our lord bestow +[pg 164] +Such honour as to Gods we owe. +Be kind to every queen: let pride +And thought of self be cast aside. +In the king's fond opinion raise +Kaikeyí, by respect and praise. +Let the young Bharat ever be +Loved, honoured as the king by thee: +Thy king-ward duty ne'er forget: +High over all are monarchs set.” +And Bharat, too, for me address: +Pray that all health his life may bless. +Let every royal lady share, +As justice bids, his love and care. +Say to the strong-armed chief who brings +Joy to Iksvaku's line of kings: +“As ruling prince thy care be shown +Of him, our sire, who holds the throne. +Stricken in years he feels their weight; +But leave him in his royal state. +As regent heir content thee still, +Submissive to thy father's will.’ ” +Rama again his charge renewed, +As the hot flood his cheek bedewed: +“Hold as thine own my mother dear +Who drops for me the longing tear.” +Then Lakshman, with his soul on fire, +Spake breathing fast these words of ire: +“Say, for what sin, for what offence +Was royal Rama banished thence? +He is the cause, the king: poor slave +To the light charge Kaikeyí gave. +Let right or wrong the motive be, +The author of our woe is he. +Whether the exile were decreed +Through foolish faith or guilty greed, +For promises or empire, still +The king has wrought a grievous ill. +Grant that the Lord of all saw fit +To prompt the deed and sanction it, +In Rama's life no cause I see +For which the king should bid him flee. +His blinded eyes refused to scan +The guilt and folly of the plan, +And from the weakness of the king +Here and hereafter woe shall spring. +No more my sire: the ties that used +To bind me to the king are loosed. +My brother Rama, Raghu's son, +To me is lord, friend, sire in one. +The love of men how can he win, +Deserting, by the cruel sin, +Their joy, whose heart is swift to feel +A pleasure in the people's weal? +Shall he whose mandate could expel +The virtuous Rama, loved so well, +To whom his subjects' fond hearts cling— +Shall he in spite of them be king?” +But Janak's child, my lord, stood by, +And oft the votaress heaved a sigh. +She seemed with dull and wandering sense, +Beneath a spirit's influence. +The noble princess, pained with woe +Which till that hour she ne'er could know, +Tears in her heavy trouble shed, +But not a word to me she said. +She raised her face which grief had dried +And tenderly her husband eyed, +Gazed on him as he turned to go +While tear chased tear in rapid flow.” +Canto LIX. Dasaratha's Lament. +As thus Sumantra, best of peers, +Told his sad tale with many tears, +The monarch cried, “I pray thee, tell +At length again what there befell.” +Sumantra, at the king's behest, +Striving with sobs he scarce repressed, +His trembling voice at last controlled, +And thus his further tidings told: +“Their locks in votive coils they wound, +Their coats of bark upon them bound, +To Ganga's farther shore they went, +Thence to Prayag their steps were bent. +I saw that Lakshman walked ahead +To guard the path the two should tread. +So far I saw, no more could learn, +Forced by the hero to return. +Retracing slow my homeward course, +Scarce could I move each stubborn horse: +Shedding hot tears of grief he stood +When Rama turned him to the wood.333 +As the two princes parted thence +I raised my hands in reverence, +Mounted my ready car, and bore +The grief that stung me to the core. +With Guha all that day I stayed, +Still by the earnest hope delayed +That Rama, ere the time should end, +Some message from the wood might send. +Thy realms, great Monarch, mourn the blow, +And sympathize with Rama's woe. +[pg 165] +Each withering tree hangs low his head, +And shoot, and bud, and flower are dead. +Dried are the floods that wont to fill +The lake, the river, and the rill. +Drear is each grove and garden now, +Dry every blossom on the bough. +Each beast is still, no serpents crawl: +A lethargy of woe on all. +The very wood is silent: crushed +With grief for Rama, all is hushed. +Fair blossoms from the water born, +Gay garlands that the earth adorn, +And every fruit that gleams like gold, +Have lost the scent that charmed of old. +Empty is every grove I see, +Or birds sit pensive on the tree. +Where'er I look, its beauty o'er, +The pleasance charms not as before. +I drove through fair Ayodhya's street: +None flew with joy the car to meet. +They saw that Rama was not there, +And turned them sighing in despair. +The people in the royal way +Wept tears of bitter grief, when they +Beheld me coming, from afar, +No Rama with me in the car. +From palace roof and turret high +Each woman bent her eager eye; +She looked for Rama, but in vain; +Gazed on the car and shrieked for pain. +Their long clear eyes with sorrow drowned +They, when this common grief was found, +Looked each on other, friend and foe, +In sympathy of levelling woe: +No shade of difference between +Foe, friend, or neutral, there was seen. +Without a joy, her bosom rent +With grief for Rama's banishment, +Ayodhya like the queen appears +Who mourns her son with many tears.” +He ended: and the king, distressed. +With sobbing voice that lord addressed: +“Ah me, by false Kaikeyí led, +Of evil race, to evil bred, +I took no counsel of the sage, +Nor sought advice from skill and age, +I asked no lord his aid to lend, +I called no citizen or friend. +Rash was my deed, bereft of sense +Slave to a woman's influence. +Surely, my lord, a woe so great +Falls on us by the will of Fate; +It lays the house of Raghu low, +For Destiny will have it so. +I pray thee, if I e'er have done +An act to please thee, yea, but one, +Fly, fly, and Rama homeward lead: +My life, departing, counsels speed. +Fly, ere the power to bid I lack, +Fly to the wood: bring Rama back. +I cannot live for even one +Short hour bereaved of my son. +But ah, the prince, whose arms are strong, +Has journeyed far: the way is long: +Me, me upon the chariot place, +And let me look on Rama's face. +Ah me, my son, mine eldest-born, +Where roams he in the wood forlorn, +The wielder of the mighty bow, +Whose shoulders like the lion's show? +O, ere the light of life be dim, +Take me to Síta and to him. +O Rama, Lakshman, and O thou +Dear Síta, constant to thy vow, +Beloved ones, you cannot know +That I am dying of my woe.” +The king to bitter grief a prey, +That drove each wandering sense away, +Sunk in affliction's sea, too wide +To traverse, in his anguish cried: +“Hard, hard to pass, my Queen, this sea +Of sorrow raging over me: +No Rama near to soothe mine eye, +Plunged in its lowest deeps I lie. +Sorrow for Rama swells the tide, +And Síta's absence makes it wide: +My tears its foamy flood distain, +Made billowy by my sighs of pain: +My cries its roar, the arms I throw +About me are the fish below, +Kaikeyí is the fire that feeds +Beneath: my hair the tangled weeds: +Its source the tears for Rama shed: +The hump-back's words its monsters dread: +The boon I gave the wretch its shore, +Till Rama's banishment be o'er.334 +Ah me, that I should long to set +My eager eyes to-day +On Raghu's son, and he be yet +With Lakshman far away!” +Thus he of lofty glory wailed, +And sank upon the bed. +Beneath the woe his spirit failed, +And all his senses fled. +Canto LX. Kausalya Consoled. +As Queen Kauśalya, trembling much, +As blighted by a goblin's touch, +Still lying prostrate, half awoke +To consciousness, 'twas thus she spoke: +“Bear me away, Sumantra, far, +Where Rama, Síta, Lakshman are. +Bereft of them I have no power +To linger on a single hour. +[pg 166] +Again, I pray, thy steps retrace, +And me in Danḍak forest place, +For after them I needs must go, +Or sink to Yama's realms below.” +His utterance choked by tears that rolled +Down from their fountains uncontrolled, +With suppliant hands the charioteer +Thus spake, the lady's heart to cheer: +“Dismiss thy grief, despair, and dread +That fills thy soul, of sorrow bred, +For pain and anguish thrown aside, +Will Rama in the wood abide. +And Lakshman, with unfailing care +Will guard the feet of Rama there, +Earning, with governed sense, the prize +That waits on duty in the skies. +And Síta in the wild as well +As in her own dear home will dwell; +To Rama all her heart she gives, +And free from doubt and terror lives. +No faintest sign of care or woe +The features of the lady show: +Methinks Videha's pride was made +For exile in the forest shade. +E'en as of old she used to rove +Delighted in the city's grove, +Thus, even thus she joys to tread +The woodlands uninhabited. +Like a young child, her face as fair +As the young moon, she wanders there. +What though in lonely woods she stray +Still Rama is her joy and stay: +All his the heart no sorrow bends, +Her very life on him depends. +For, if her lord she might not see, +Ayodhya like the wood would be. +She bids him, as she roams, declare +The names of towns and hamlets there, +Marks various trees that meet her eye, +And many a brook that hurries by, +And Janak's daughter seems to roam +One little league away from home +When Rama or his brother speaks +And gives the answer that she seeks. +This, Lady, I remember well, +Nor angry words have I to tell: +Reproaches at Kaikeyí shot, +Such, Queen, my mind remembers not.” +The speech when Síta's wrath was high, +Sumantra passed in silence by, +That so his pleasant words might cheer +With sweet report Kauśalya's ear. +“Her moonlike beauty suffers not +Though winds be rude and suns be hot: +The way, the danger, and the toil +Her gentle lustre may not soil. +Like the red lily's leafy crown +Or as the fair full moon looks down, +So the Videhan lady's face +Still shines with undiminished grace. +What if the borrowed colours throw +O'er her fine feet no rosy glow, +Still with their natural tints they spread +A lotus glory where they tread. +In sportive grace she walks the ground +And sweet her chiming anklets sound. +No jewels clasp the faultless limb: +She leaves them all for love of him. +If in the woods her gentle eye +A lion sees, or tiger nigh, +Or elephant, she fears no ill +For Rama's arm supports her still. +No longer be their fate deplored, +Nor thine, nor that of Kośal's lord, +For conduct such as theirs shall buy +Wide glory that can never die. +For casting grief and care away, +Delighting in the forest, they +With joyful spirits, blithe and gay, +Set forward on the ancient way +Where mighty saints have led: +Their highest aim, their dearest care +To keep their father's honour fair, +Observing still the oath he sware, +They roam, on wild fruit fed.” +Thus with persuasive art he tried +To turn her from her grief aside, +By soothing fancies won. +But still she gave her sorrow vent: +“Ah Rama,” was her shrill lament, +“My love, my son, my son!” +Canto LXI. Kausalya's Lament. +When, best of all who give delight, +Her Rama wandered far from sight, +Kauśalya weeping, sore distressed, +The king her husband thus addressed: +“Thy name, O Monarch, far and wide +Through the three worlds is glorified: +Yet Rama's is the pitying mind, +His speed is true, his heart is kind. +How will thy sons, good lord, sustain +With Síta, all their care and pain? +How in the wild endure distress, +Nursed in the lap of tenderness? +How will the dear Videhan bear +The heat and cold when wandering there +Bred in the bliss of princely state, +So young and fair and delicate? +The large-eyed lady, wont to eat +The best of finely seasoned meat— +How will she now her life sustain +With woodland fare of self-sown grain? +Will she, with joys encompassed long, +Who loved the music and the song, +In the wild wood endure to hear +The ravening lion's voice of fear? +Where sleeps my strong-armed hero, where, +[pg 167] +Like Lord Mahendra's standard, fair? +Where is, by Lakshman's side, his bed, +His club-like arm beneath his head? +When shall I see his flower-like eyes, +And face that with the lotus vies, +Feel his sweet lily breath, and view +His glorious hair and lotus hue? +The heart within my breast, I feel, +Is adamant or hardest steel, +Or, in a thousand fragments split, +The loss of him had shattered it, +When those I love, who should be blest, +Are wandering in the wood distressed, +Condemned their wretched lives to lead +In exile, by thy ruthless deed. +If, when the fourteen years are past, +Rama reseeks his home at last, +I think not Bharat will consent +To yield the wealth and government. +At funeral feasts some mourners deal +To kith and kin the solemn meal, +And having duly fed them all +Some Brahmans to the banquet call. +The best of Brahmans, good and wise, +The tardy summoning despise, +And, equal to the Gods, disdain +Cups, e'en of Amrit, thus to drain. +Nay e'en when Brahmans first have fed, +They loathe the meal for others spread, +And from the leavings turn with scorn, +As bulls avoid a fractured horn. +So Rama, sovereign lord of men, +Will spurn the sullied kingship then: +He born the eldest and the best, +His younger's leavings will detest, +Turning from tasted food away, +As tigers scorn another's prey. +The sacred post is used not twice, +Nor elements, in sacrifice. +But once the sacred grass is spread, +But once with oil the flame is fed: +So Rama's pride will ne'er receive +The royal power which others leave, +Like wine when tasteless dregs are left, +Or rites of Soma juice bereft. +Be sure the pride of Raghu's race +Will never stoop to such disgrace: +The lordly lion will not bear +That man should beard him in his lair. +Were all the worlds against him ranged +His dauntless soul were still unchanged: +He, dutiful, in duty strong, +Would purge the impious world from wrong. +Could not the hero, brave and bold, +The archer, with his shafts of gold, +Burn up the very seas, as doom +Will in the end all life consume? +Of lion's might, eyed like a bull, +A prince so brave and beautiful, +Thou hast with wicked hate pursued, +Like sea-born tribes who eat their brood. +If thou, O Monarch, hadst but known +The duty all the Twice-born own, +If the good laws had touched thy mind, +Which sages in the Scriptures find, +Thou ne'er hadst driven forth to pine +This brave, this duteous son of thine. +First on her lord the wife depends, +Next on her son and last on friends: +These three supports in life has she, +And not a fourth for her may be. +Thy heart, O King, I have not won; +In wild woods roams my banished son; +Far are my friends: ah, hapless me, +Quite ruined and destroyed by thee.” +Canto LXII. Dasaratha Consoled. +The queen's stern speech the monarch heard, +As rage and grief her bosom stirred, +And by his anguish sore oppressed +Reflected in his secret breast. +Fainting and sad, with woe distraught, +He wandered in a maze of thought; +At length the queller of the foe +Grew conscious, rallying from his woe. +When consciousness returned anew +Long burning sighs the monarch drew, +Again immersed in thought he eyed +Kauśalya standing by his side. +Back to his pondering soul was brought +The direful deed his hand had wrought, +When, guiltless of the wrong intent, +His arrow at a sound was sent. +Distracted by his memory's sting, +And mourning for his son, the king +To two consuming griefs a prey, +A miserable victim lay. +The double woe devoured him fast, +As on the ground his eyes he cast, +Joined suppliant hands, her heart to touch, +And spake in the answer, trembling much: +“Kauśalya, for thy grace I sue, +Joining these hands as suppliants do. +Thou e'en to foes hast ever been +A gentle, good, and loving queen. +Her lord, with noble virtues graced, +Her lord, by lack of all debased, +Is still a God in woman's eyes, +If duty's law she hold and prize. +Thou, who the right hast aye pursued, +Life's changes and its chances viewed, +Shouldst never launch, though sorrow-stirred, +At me distressed, one bitter word.” +She listened, as with sorrow faint +He murmured forth his sad complaint: +Her brimming eyes with tears ran o'er, +As spouts the new fallen water pour; +[pg 168] +His suppliant hands, with fear dismayed +She gently clasped in hers, and laid, +Like a fair lotus, on her head, +And faltering in her trouble said: +“Forgive me; at thy feet I lie, +With low bent head to thee I cry. +By thee besought, thy guilty dame +Pardon from thee can scarcely claim. +She merits not the name of wife +Who cherishes perpetual strife +With her own husband good and wise, +Her lord both here and in the skies. +I know the claims of duty well, +I know thy lips the truth must tell. +All the wild words I rashly spoke, +Forth from my heart, through anguish, broke; +For sorrow bends the stoutest soul, +And cancels Scripture's high control. +Yea, sorrow's might all else o'erthrows +The strongest and the worst of foes. +'Tis thus with all: we keenly feel, +Yet bear the blows our foemen deal, +But when a slender woe assails +The manliest spirit bends and quails. +The fifth long night has now begun +Since the wild woods have lodged my son: +To me whose joy is drowned in tears, +Each day a dreary year appears. +While all my thoughts on him are set +Grief at my heart swells wilder yet: +With doubled might thus Ocean raves +When rushing floods increase his waves.” +As from Kauśalya reasoning well +The gentle words of wisdom fell, +The sun went down with dying flame, +And darkness o'er the landscape came. +His lady's soothing words in part +Relieved the monarch's aching heart, +Who, wearied out by all his woes, +Yielded to sleep and took repose. +Canto LXIII. The Hermit's Son. +But soon by rankling grief oppressed +The king awoke from troubled rest, +And his sad heart was tried again +With anxious thought where all was pain. +Rama and Lakshman's mournful fate +On Daśaratha, good and great +As Indra, pressed with crushing weight, +As when the demon's might assails +The Sun-God, and his glory pales. +Ere yet the sixth long night was spent, +Since Rama to the woods was sent, +The king at midnight sadly thought +Of the old crime his hand had wrought, +And thus to Queen Kauśalya cried +Who still for Rama moaned and sighed: +“If thou art waking, give, I pray, +Attention to the words I say. +Whate'er the conduct men pursue, +Be good or ill the acts they do, +Be sure, dear Queen, they find the meed +Of wicked or of virtuous deed. +A heedless child we call the man +Whose feeble judgment fails to scan +The weight of what his hands may do, +Its lightness, fault, and merit too. +One lays the Mango garden low, +And bids the gay Palaśas grow: +Longing for fruit their bloom he sees, +But grieves when fruit should bend the trees. +Cut by my hand, my fruit-trees fell, +Palaśa trees I watered well. +My hopes this foolish heart deceive, +And for my banished son I grieve. +Kauśalya, in my youthful prime +Armed with my bow I wrought the crime, +Proud of my skill, my name renowned, +An archer prince who shoots by sound. +The deed this hand unwitting wrought +This misery on my soul has brought, +As children seize the deadly cup +And blindly drink the poison up. +As the unreasoning man may be +Charmed with the gay Palaśa tree, +I unaware have reaped the fruit +Of joying at a sound to shoot. +As regent prince I shared the throne, +Thou wast a maid to me unknown, +The early Rain-time duly came, +And strengthened love's delicious flame. +The sun had drained the earth that lay +All glowing 'neath the summer day, +And to the gloomy clime had fled +Where dwell the spirits of the dead.335 +The fervent heat that moment ceased, +The darkening clouds each hour increased +And frogs and deer and peacocks all +Rejoiced to see the torrents fall. +Their bright wings heavy from the shower, +The birds, new-bathed, had scarce the power +To reach the branches of the trees +Whose high tops swayed beneath the breeze. +The fallen rain, and falling still, +Hung like a sheet on every hill, +Till, with glad deer, each flooded steep +Showed glorious as the mighty deep. +The torrents down its wooded side +Poured, some unstained, while others dyed +[pg 169] +Gold, ashy, silver, ochre, bore +The tints of every mountain ore. +In that sweet time, when all are pleased, +My arrows and my bow I seized; +Keen for the chase, in field or grove, +Down Sarjú's bank my car I drove. +I longed with all my lawless will +Some elephant by night to kill, +Some buffalo that came to drink, +Or tiger, at the river's brink. +When all around was dark and still, +I heard a pitcher slowly fill, +And thought, obscured in deepest shade, +An elephant the sound had made. +I drew a shaft that glittered bright, +Fell as a serpent's venomed bite; +I longed to lay the monster dead, +And to the mark my arrow sped. +Then in the calm of morning, clear +A hermit's wailing smote my ear: +“Ah me, ah me,” he cried, and sank, +Pierced by my arrow, on the bank. +E'en as the weapon smote his side, +I heard a human voice that cried: +“Why lights this shaft on one like me, +A poor and harmless devotee? +I came by night to fill my jar +From this lone stream where no men are. +Ah, who this deadly shaft has shot? +Whom have I wronged, and knew it not? +Why should a boy so harmless feel +The vengeance of the winged steel? +Or who should slay the guiltless son +Of hermit sire who injures none, +Who dwells retired in woods, and there +Supports his life on woodland fare? +Ah me, ah me, why am I slain, +What booty will the murderer gain? +In hermit coils I bind my hair, +Coats made of skin and bark I wear. +Ah, who the cruel deed can praise +Whose idle toil no fruit repays, +As impious as the wretch's crime +Who dares his master's bed to climb? +Nor does my parting spirit grieve +But for the life which thus I leave: +Alas, my mother and my sire,— +I mourn for them when I expire. +Ah me, that aged, helpless pair, +Long cherished by my watchful care, +How will it be with them this day +When to the Five336 I pass away? +Pierced by the self-same dart we die, +Mine aged mother, sire, and I. +Whose mighty hand, whose lawless mind +Has all the three to death consigned?” +When I, by love of duty stirred, +That touching lamentation heard, +Pierced to the heart by sudden woe, +I threw to earth my shafts and bow. +My heart was full of grief and dread +As swiftly to the place I sped, +Where, by my arrow wounded sore, +A hermit lay on Sarjú's shore. +His matted hair was all unbound, +His pitcher empty on the ground, +And by the fatal arrow pained, +He lay with dust and gore distained. +I stood confounded and amazed: +His dying eyes to mine he raised, +And spoke this speech in accents stern, +As though his light my soul would burn: +“How have I wronged thee, King, that I +Struck by thy mortal arrow die? +The wood my home, this jar I brought, +And water for my parents sought. +This one keen shaft that strikes me through +Slays sire and aged mother too. +Feeble and blind, in helpless pain, +They wait for me and thirst in vain. +They with parched lips their pangs must bear, +And hope will end in blank despair. +Ah me, there seems no fruit in store +For holy zeal or Scripture lore, +Or else ere now my sire would know +That his dear son is lying low. +Yet, if my mournful fate he knew, +What could his arm so feeble do? +The tree, firm-rooted, ne'er may be +The guardian of a stricken tree. +Haste to my father, and relate +While time allows, my sudden fate, +Lest he consume thee as the fire +Burns up the forest, in his ire. +This little path, O King, pursue: +My father's cot thou soon wilt view. +There sue for pardon to the sage, +Lest he should curse thee in his rage. +First from the wound extract the dart +That kills me with its deadly smart, +E'en as the flushed impetuous tide +Eats through the river's yielding side.” +I feared to draw the arrow out, +And pondered thus in painful doubt: +“Now tortured by the shaft he lies, +But if I draw it forth he dies.” +Helpless I stood, faint, sorely grieved: +The hermit's son my thought perceived; +As one o'ercome by direst pain +He scarce had strength to speak again. +With writhing limb and struggling breath, +Nearer and ever nearer death +“My senses undisturbed remain, +And fortitude has conquered pain: +Now from one tear thy soul be freed. +Thy hand has made a Brahman bleed. +Let not this pang thy bosom wring: +No twice-born youth am I, O King, +[pg 170] +For of a Vaiśya sire I came, +Who wedded with a Śúdra dame.” +These words the boy could scarcely say, +As tortured by the shaft he lay, +Twisting his helpless body round, +Then trembling senseless on the ground. +Then from his bleeding side I drew +The rankling shaft that pierced him through. +With death's last fear my face he eyed, +And, rich in store of penance, died.” +Canto LXIV. Dasaratha's Death. +The son of Raghu to his queen +Thus far described the unequalled scene, +And, as the hermit's death he rued, +The mournful story thus renewed: +“The deed my heedless hand had wrought +Perplexed me with remorseful thought, +And all alone I pondered still +How kindly deed might salve the ill. +The pitcher from the ground I took, +And filled it from that fairest brook, +Then, by the path the hermit showed, +I reached his sainted sire's abode. +I came, I saw: the aged pair, +Feeble and blind, were sitting there, +Like birds with clipped wings, side by side, +With none their helpless steps to guide. +Their idle hours the twain beguiled +With talk of their returning child, +And still the cheering hope enjoyed, +The hope, alas, by me destroyed. +Then spoke the sage, as drawing near +The sound of footsteps reached his ear: +“Dear son, the water quickly bring; +Why hast thou made this tarrying? +Thy mother thirsts, and thou hast played, +And bathing in the brook delayed. +She weeps because thou camest not; +Haste, O my son, within the cot. +If she or I have ever done +A thing to pain thee, dearest son, +Dismiss the memory from thy mind: +A hermit thou, be good and kind. +On thee our lives, our all, depend: +Thou art thy friendless parents' friend. +The eyeless couple's eye art thou: +Then why so cold and silent now?” +With sobbing voice and bosom wrung +I scarce could move my faltering tongue, +And with my spirit filled with dread +I looked upon the sage, and said, +While mind, and sense, and nerve I strung +To fortify my trembling tongue, +And let the aged hermit know +His son's sad fate, my fear and woe: +“High-minded Saint, not I thy child, +A warrior, Daśaratha styled. +I bear a grievous sorrow's weight +Born of a deed which good men hate. +My lord, I came to Sarjú's shore, +And in my hand my bow I bore +For elephant or beast of chase +That seeks by night his drinking place. +There from the stream a sound I heard +As if a jar the water stirred. +An elephant, I thought, was nigh: +I aimed, and let an arrow fly. +Swift to the place I made my way, +And there a wounded hermit lay +Gasping for breath: the deadly dart +Stood quivering in his youthful heart. +I hastened near with pain oppressed; +He faltered out his last behest. +And quickly, as he bade me do, +From his pierced side the shaft I drew. +I drew the arrow from the rent, +And up to heaven the hermit went, +Lamenting, as from earth he passed, +His aged parents to the last. +Thus, unaware, the deed was done: +My hand, unwitting, killed thy son. +For what remains, O, let me win +Thy pardon for my heedless sin.” +As the sad tale of sin I told +The hermit's grief was uncontrolled. +With flooded eyes, and sorrow-faint, +Thus spake the venerable saint: +I stood with hand to hand applied, +And listened as he spoke and sighed: +“If thou, O King, hadst left unsaid +By thine own tongue this tale of dread, +Thy head for hideous guilt accursed +Had in a thousand pieces burst. +A hermit's blood by warrior spilt, +In such a case, with purposed guilt, +Down from his high estate would bring +Even the thunder's mighty King. +And he a dart who conscious sends +Against the devotee who spends +His pure life by the law of Heaven— +That sinner's head will split in seven. +Thou livest, for thy heedless hand +Has wrought a deed thou hast not planned, +Else thou and all of Raghu's line +Had perished by this act of thine. +Now guide us,” thus the hermit said, +“Forth to the spot where he lies dead. +Guide us, this day, O Monarch, we +For the last time our son would see: +The hermit dress of skin he wore +Rent from his limbs distained with gore; +His senseless body lying slain, +His soul in Yama's dark domain.” +Alone the mourning pair I led, +Their souls with woe disquieted, +And let the dame and hermit lay +[pg 171] +Their hands upon the breathless clay. +The father touched his son, and pressed +The body to his aged breast; +Then falling by the dead boy's side, +He lifted up his voice, and cried: +“Hast thou no word, my child, to say? +No greeting for thy sire to-day? +Why art thou angry, darling? why +Wilt thou upon the cold earth lie? +If thou, my son, art wroth with me, +Here, duteous child, thy mother see. +What! no embrace for me, my son? +No word of tender love—not one? +Whose gentle voice, so soft and clear, +Soothing my spirit, shall I hear +When evening comes, with accents sweet +Scripture or ancient lore repeat? +Who, having fed the sacred fire, +And duly bathed, as texts require, +Will cheer, when evening rites are done, +The father mourning for his son? +Who will the daily meal provide +For the poor wretch who lacks a guide, +Feeding the helpless with the best +Berries and roots, like some dear guest? +How can these hands subsistence find +For thy poor mother, old and blind? +The wretched votaress how sustain, +Who mourns her child in ceaseless pain? +Stay yet a while, my darling, stay, +Nor fly to Yama's realm to-day. +To-morrow I thy sire and she +Who bare thee, child, will go with, thee.337 +Then when I look on Yama, I +To great Vivasvat's son will cry: +“Hear, King of justice, and restore +Our child to feed us, I implore. +Lord of the world, of mighty fame, +Faithful and just, admit my claim, +And grant this single boon to free +My soul from fear, to one like me.” +Because, my son, untouched by stain, +By sinful hands thou fallest slain, +Win, through thy truth, the sphere where those +Who die by hostile darts repose. +Seek the blest home prepared for all +The valiant who in battle fall, +Who face the foe and scorn to yield, +In glory dying on the field. +Rise to the heaven where Dhundhumar +And Nahush, mighty heroes, are, +Where Janamejay and the blest +Dilípa, Sagar, Saivya, rest: +Home of all virtuous spirits, earned +By fervent rites and Scripture learned: +By those whose sacred fires have glowed, +Whose liberal hands have fields bestowed: +By givers of a thousand cows, +By lovers of one faithful spouse: +By those who serve their masters well, +And cast away this earthly shell. +None of my race can ever know +The bitter pain of lasting woe. +But doomed to that dire fate is he +Whose guilty hand has slaughtered thee.” +Thus with wild tears the aged saint +Made many a time his piteous plaint, +Then with his wife began to shed +The funeral water for the dead. +But in a shape celestial clad, +Won by the merits of the lad, +The spirit from the body brake +And to the mourning parents spake: +“A glorious home in realms above +Rewards my care and filial love. +You, honoured parents, soon shall be +Partakers of that home with me.” +He spake, and swiftly mounting high, +With Indra near him, to the sky +On a bright car, with flame that glowed, +Sublime the duteous hermit rode. +The father, with his consort's aid, +The funeral rites with water paid, +And thus his speech to me renewed +Who stood in suppliant attitude: +“Slay me this day, O, slay me, King, +For death no longer has a sting. +Childless am I: thy dart has done +To death my dear, my only son. +Because the boy I loved so well +Slain by thy heedless arrow fell, +My curse upon thy soul shall press +With bitter woe and heaviness. +I mourn a slaughtered child, and thou +Shalt feel the pangs that kill me now. +Bereft and suffering e'en as I, +So shalt thou mourn thy son, and die. +Thy hand unwitting dealt the blow +That laid a holy hermit low, +And distant, therefore, is the time +When thou shalt suffer for the crime. +The hour shall come when, crushed by woes +Like these I feel, thy life shall close: +A debt to pay in after days +Like his the priestly fee who pays.” +This curse on me the hermit laid, +Nor yet his tears and groans were stayed. +Then on the pyre their bodies cast +The pair; and straight to heaven they passed. +As in sad thought I pondered long +Back to my memory came the wrong +Done in wild youth, O lady dear, +When 'twas my boast to shoot by ear. +[pg 172] +The deed has borne the fruit, which now +Hangs ripe upon the bending bough: +Thus dainty meats the palate please, +And lure the weak to swift disease. +Now on my soul return with dread +The words that noble hermit said, +That I for a dear son should grieve, +And of the woe my life should leave.” +Thus spake the king with many a tear; +Then to his wife he cried in fear: +“I cannot see thee, love; but lay +Thy gentle hand in mine, I pray. +Ah me, if Rama touched me thus, +If once, returning home to us, +He bade me wealth and lordship give, +Then, so I think, my soul would live. +Unlike myself, unjust and mean +Have been my ways with him, my Queen, +But like himself is all that he, +My noble son, has done to me. +His son, though far from right he stray, +What prudent sire would cast away? +What banished son would check his ire, +Nor speak reproaches of his sire? +I see thee not: these eyes grow blind, +And memory quits my troubled mind. +Angels of Death are round me: they +Summon my soul with speed away. +What woe more grievous can there be, +That, when from light and life I flee, +I may not, ere I part, behold +My virtuous Rama, true and bold? +Grief for my son, the brave and true, +Whose joy it was my will to do, +Dries up my breath, as summer dries +The last drop in the pool that lies. +Not men, but blessed Gods, are they +Whose eyes shall see his face that day; +See him, when fourteen years are past, +With earrings decked return at last. +My fainting mind forgets to think: +Low and more low my spirits sink. +Each from its seat, my senses steal: +I cannot hear, or taste, or feel. +This lethargy of soul o'ercomes +Each organ, and its function numbs: +So when the oil begins to fail, +The torch's rays grow faint and pale. +This flood of woe caused by this hand +Destroys me helpless and unmanned, +Resistless as the floods that bore +A passage through the river shore. +Ah Raghu's son, ah mighty-armed, +By whom my cares were soothed and charmed, +My son in whom I took delight, +Now vanished from thy father's sight! +Kauśalya, ah, I cannot see; +Sumitra, gentle devotee! +Alas, Kaikeyí, cruel dame, +My bitter foe, thy father's shame!” +Kauśalya and Sumitra kept +Their watch beside him as he wept. +And Daśaratha moaned and sighed, +And grieving for his darling died. +Canto LXV. The Women's Lament. +And now the night had past away, +And brightly dawned another day; +The minstrels, trained to play and sing, +Flocked to the chamber of the king: +Bards, who their gayest raiment wore, +And heralds famed for ancient lore: +And singers, with their songs of praise, +Made music in their several ways. +There as they poured their blessings choice +And hailed their king with hand and voice, +Their praises with a swelling roar +Echoed through court and corridor. +Then as the bards his glory sang, +From beaten palms loud answer rang, +As glad applauders clapped their hands, +And told his deeds in distant lands. +The swelling concert woke a throng +Of sleeping birds to life and song: +Some in the branches of the trees, +Some caged in halls and galleries. +Nor was the soft string music mute; +The gentle whisper of the lute, +And blessings sung by singers skilled +The palace of the monarch filled. +Eunuchs and dames of life unstained, +Each in the arts of waiting trained, +Drew near attentive as before, +And crowded to the chamber door: +These skilful when and how to shed +The lustral stream o'er limb and head, +Others with golden ewers stood +Of water stained with sandal wood. +And many a maid, pure, young, and fair, +Her load of early offerings bare, +Cups of the flood which all revere, +And sacred things, and toilet gear. +Each several thing was duly brought +As rule of old observance taught, +And lucky signs on each impressed +Stamped it the fairest and the best. +There anxious, in their long array, +All waited till the shine of day: +But when the king nor rose nor spoke, +Doubt and alarm within them woke. +Forthwith the dames, by duty led, +Attendants on the monarch's bed, +Within the royal chamber pressed +To wake their master from his rest. +Skilled in the lore of dreaming, they +First touched the bed on which he lay. +But none replied; no sound was heard, +[pg 173] +Nor hand, nor head, nor body stirred. +They trembled, and their dread increased, +Fearing his breath of life had ceased, +And bending low their heads, they shook +Like the tall reeds that fringe the brook. +In doubt and terror down they knelt, +Looked on his face, his cold hand felt, +And then the gloomy truth appeared +Of all their hearts had darkly feared. +Kauśalya and Sumitra, worn +With weeping for their sons, forlorn, +Woke not, but lay in slumber deep +And still as death's unending sleep. +Bowed down by grief, her colour fled, +Her wonted lustre dull and dead, +Kauśalya shone not, like a star +Obscured behind a cloudy bar. +Beside the king's her couch was spread, +And next was Queen Sumitra's bed, +Who shone no more with beauty's glow, +Her face bedewed with tears of woe. +There lapped in sleep each wearied queen, +There as in sleep, the king was seen; +And swift the troubling thought came o'er +Their spirits that he breathed no more. +At once with wailing loud and high +The matrons shrieked a bitter cry, +As widowed elephants bewail +Their dead lord in the woody vale. +At the loud shriek that round them rang, +Kauśalya and Sumitra sprang +Awakened from their beds, with eyes +Wide open in their first surprise. +Quick to the monarch's side they came, +And saw and touched his lifeless frame; +One cry, O husband! forth they sent, +And prostrate to the ground they went. +The king of Kośal's daughter338 there +Writhed, with the dust on limb and hair +Lustreless, as a star might lie +Hurled downward from the glorious sky. +When the king's voice in death was stilled, +The women who the chamber filled +Saw, like a widow elephant slain, +Kauśalya prostrate in her pain. +Then all the monarch's ladies led +By Queen Kaikeyí at their head, +Poured forth their tears, and weeping so, +Sank on the ground, consumed by woe. +The cry of grief so long and loud +Went up from all the royal crowd, +That, doubled by the matron train, +It made the palace ring again. +Filled with dark fear and eager eyes, +Anxiety and wild surmise; +Echoing with the cries of grief +Of sorrowing friends who mourned their chief, +Dejected, pale with deep distress, +Hurled from their height of happiness: +Such was the look the palace wore +Where lay the king who breathed no more. +Canto LXVI. The Embalming. +Kauśalya's eyes with tears o'erflowed, +Weighed down by varied sorrows' load; +On her dead lord her gaze she bent, +Who lay like fire whose might is spent, +Like the great deep with waters dry, +Or like the clouded sun on high. +Then on her lap she laid his head. +And on Kaikeyí looked and said: +“Triumphant now enjoy thy reign +Without a thorn thy side to pain. +Thou hast pursued thy single aim, +And killed the king, O wicked dame. +Far from my sight my Rama flies, +My perished lord has sought the skies. +No friend, no hope my life to cheer, +I cannot tread the dark path here. +Who would forsake her husband, who +That God to whom her love is due, +And wish to live one hour, but she +Whose heart no duty owns, like thee? +The ravenous sees no fault: his greed +Will e'en on poison blindly feed. +Kaikeyí, through a hump-back maid, +This royal house in death has laid. +King Janak, with his queen, will hear +Heart rent like me the tidings drear +Of Rama banished by the king, +Urged by her impious counselling. +No son has he, his age is great, +And sinking with the double weight, +He for his darling child will pine, +And pierced with woe his life resign. +Sprung from Videha's monarch, she +A sad and lovely devotee, +Roaming the wood, unmeet for woe, +Will toil and trouble undergo. +She in the gloomy night with fear +The cries of beast and bird will hear, +And trembling in her wild alarm +Will cling to Rama's sheltering arm. +Ah, little knows my duteous son +That I am widowed and undone— +My Rama of the lotus eye, +Gone hence, gone hence, alas, to die. +Now, as a living wife and true, +I, e'en this day, will perish too: +Around his form these arms will throw +And to the fire with him will go.” +Clasping her husband's lifeless clay +A while the weeping votaress lay, +Till chamberlains removed her thence +[pg 174] +O'ercome by sorrow's violence. +Then in a cask of oil they laid +Him who in life the world had swayed, +And finished, as the lords desired, +All rites for parted souls required. +The lords, all-wise, refused to burn +The monarch ere his son's return; +So for a while the corpse they set +Embalmed in oil, and waited yet. +The women heard: no doubt remained, +And wildly for the king they plained. +With gushing tears that drowned each eye +Wildly they waved their arms on high, +And each her mangling nails impressed +Deep in her head and knee and breast: +“Of Rama reft,—who ever spake +The sweetest words the heart to take, +Who firmly to the truth would cling,— +Why dost thou leave us, mighty King? +How can the consorts thou hast left +Widowed, of Raghu's son bereft, +Live with our foe Kaikeyí near, +The wicked queen we hate and fear? +She threw away the king, her spite +Drove Rama forth and Lakshman's might, +And gentle Síta: how will she +Spare any, whosoe'er it be?” +Oppressed with sorrow, tear-distained, +The royal women thus complained. +Like night when not a star appears, +Like a sad widow drowned in tears, +Ayodhya's city, dark and dim, +Reft of her lord was sad for him. +When thus for woe the king to heaven had fled, +And still on earth his lovely wives remained. +With dying light the sun to rest had sped, +And night triumphant o'er the landscape reigned. +Canto LXVII. The Praise Of Kings. +That night of sorrow passed away, +And rose again the God of Day. +Then all the twice-born peers of state +Together met for high debate. +Javalí, lord of mighty fame. +And Gautam, and Katyayan came, +And Markandeya's reverend age, +And Vamadeva, glorious sage: +Sprung from Mudgalya's seed the one, +The other ancient Kaśyap's son. +With lesser lords these Brahmans each +Spoke in his turn his several speech, +And turning to Vaśishṭha, best +Of household priests him thus addressed: +“The night of bitter woe has past, +Which seemed a hundred years to last, +Our king, in sorrow for his son, +Reunion with the Five has won. +His soul is where the blessed are, +While Rama roams in woods afar, +And Lakshman, bright in glorious deeds, +Goes where his well-loved brother leads. +And Bharat and Śatrughna, they +Who smite their foes in battle fray, +Far in the realm of Kekaya stay, +Where their maternal grandsire's care +Keeps Rajagriha's city fair. +Let one of old Ikshvaku's race +Obtain this day the sovereign's place, +Or havoc and destruction straight +Our kingless land will devastate. +In kingless lands no thunder's voice, +No lightning wreaths the heart rejoice, +Nor does Parjanya's heavenly rain +Descend upon the burning plain. +Where none is king, the sower's hand +Casts not the seed upon the land; +The son against the father strives. +And husbands fail to rule their wives. +In kingless realms no princes call +Their friends to meet in crowded hall; +No joyful citizens resort +To garden trim or sacred court. +In kingless realms no Twice-born care +To sacrifice with text and prayer, +Nor Brahmans, who their vows maintain, +The great solemnities ordain. +The joys of happier days have ceased: +No gathering, festival, or feast +Together calls the merry throng +Delighted with the play and song. +In kingless lands it ne'er is well +With sons of trade who buy and sell: +No men who pleasant tales repeat +Delight the crowd with stories sweet. +In kingless realms we ne'er behold +Young maidens decked with gems and gold, +Flock to the gardens blithe and gay +To spend their evening hours in play. +No lover in the flying car +Rides with his love to woods afar. +In kingless lands no wealthy swain +Who keeps the herd and reaps the grain, +Lies sleeping, blest with ample store, +Securely near his open door. +Upon the royal roads we see +No tusked elephant roaming free, +Of three-score years, whose head and neck +Sweet tinkling bells of silver deck. +We hear no more the glad applause +When his strong bow each rival draws, +No clap of hands, no eager cries +That cheer each martial exercise. +In kingless realms no merchant bands +Who travel forth to distant lands, +With precious wares their wagons load, +[pg 175] +And fear no danger on the road. +No sage secure in self-control, +Brooding on God with mind and soul, +In lonely wanderings finds his home +Where'er at eve his feet may roam. +In kingless realms no man is sure +He holds his life and wealth secure. +In kingless lands no warriors smite +The foeman's host in glorious fight. +In kingless lands the wise no more, +Well trained in Scripture's holy lore, +In shady groves and gardens meet +To argue in their calm retreat. +No longer, in religious fear, +Do they who pious vows revere, +Bring dainty cates and wreaths of flowers +As offerings to the heavenly powers. +No longer, bright as trees in spring, +Shine forth the children of the king +Resplendent in the people's eyes +With aloe wood and sandal dyes. +A brook where water once has been, +A grove where grass no more is green, +Kine with no herdsman's guiding hand— +So wretched is a kingless land. +The car its waving banner rears, +Banner of fire the smoke appears: +Our king, the banner of our pride, +A God with Gods is glorified. +In kingless lands no law is known, +And none may call his wealth his own, +Each preys on each from hour to hour, +As fish the weaker fish devour. +Then fearless, atheists overleap +The bounds of right the godly keep, +And when no royal powers restrain, +Preëminence and lordship gain. +As in the frame of man the eye +Keeps watch and ward, a careful spy, +The monarch in his wide domains +Protects the truth, the right maintains. +He is the right, the truth is he, +Their hopes in him the well-born see. +On him his people's lives depend, +Mother is he, and sire, and friend. +The world were veiled in blinding night, +And none could see or know aright, +Ruled there no king in any state +The good and ill to separate. +We will obey thy word and will +As if our king were living still: +As keeps his bounds the faithful sea, +So we observe thy high decree. +O best of Brahmans, first in place, +Our kingless land lies desolate: +Some scion of Ikshvaku's race +Do thou as monarch consecrate.” +Canto LXVIII. The Envoys. +Vaśishṭha heard their speech and prayer, +And thus addressed the concourse there, +Friends, Brahmans, counsellors, and all +Assembled in the palace hall: +“Ye know that Bharat, free from care, +Still lives in Rajagriha339 where +The father of his mother reigns: +Śatrughna by his side remains. +Let active envoys, good at need, +Thither on fleetest horses speed, +To bring the hero youths away: +Why waste the time in dull delay?” +Quick came from all the glad reply: +“Vaśishṭha, let the envoys fly!” +He heard their speech, and thus renewed +His charge before the multitude: +“Nandan, Aśok, Siddharth, attend, +Your ears, Jayanta, Vijay, lend: +Be yours, what need requires, to do: +I speak these words to all of you. +With coursers of the fleetest breed +To Rajagriha's city speed. +Then rid your bosoms of distress, +And Bharat thus from me address: +“The household priest and peers by us +Send health to thee and greet thee thus: +Come to thy father's home with haste: +Thine absent time no longer waste.” +But speak no word of Rama fled, +Tell not the prince his sire is dead, +Nor to the royal youth the fate +That ruins Raghu's race relate. +Go quickly hence, and with you bear +Fine silken vestures rich and rare, +And gems and many a precious thing +As gifts to Bharat and the king.” +With ample stores of food supplied, +Each to his home the envoys hied, +Prepared, with steeds of swiftest race, +To Kekaya's land340 their way to trace. +They made all due provision there, +And every need arranged with care, +Then ordered by Vaśishṭha, they +Went forth with speed upon their way. +Then northward of Pralamba, west +Of Apartala, on they pressed, +Crossing the Maliní that flowed +With gentle stream athwart the road. +They traversed Ganga's holy waves +[pg 176] +Where she Hastinapura341 laves, +Thence to Panchala342 westward fast +Through Kurujangal's land343 they passed. +On, on their course the envoys held +By urgency of task impelled. +Quick glancing at each lucid flood +And sweet lake gay with flower and bud. +Beyond, they passed unwearied o'er, +Where glad birds fill the flood and shore +Of Śaradanḍa racing fleet +With heavenly water clear and sweet, +Thereby a tree celestial grows +Which every boon on prayer bestows: +To its blest shade they humbly bent, +Then to Kulinga's town they went. +Then, having passed the Warrior's Wood, +In Abhikala next they stood, +O'er sacred Ikshumatí344 came, +Their ancient kings' ancestral claim. +They saw the learned Brahmans stand, +Each drinking from his hollowed hand, +And through Bahíka345 journeying still +They reached at length Sudaman's hill: +There Vishnu's footstep turned to see, +Vipaśa346 viewed, and Śalmalí, +And many a lake and river met, +Tank, pool, and pond, and rivulet. +And lions saw, and tigers near, +And elephants and herds of deer, +And still, by prompt obedience led, +Along the ample road they sped. +Then when their course so swift and long, +Had worn their steeds though fleet and strong, +To Girivraja's splendid town +They came by night, and lighted down. +To please their master, and to guard +The royal race, the lineal right, +The envoys, spent with riding hard, +To that fair city came by night.347 +Canto LXIX. Bharat's Dream. +The night those messengers of state +Had past within the city's gate, +In dreams the slumbering Bharat saw +A sight that chilled his soul with awe. +The dream that dire events foretold +Left Bharat's heart with horror cold, +[pg 177] +And with consuming woes distraught, +Upon his aged sire he thought. +His dear companions, swift to trace +The signs of anguish on his face, +Drew near, his sorrow to expel, +And pleasant tales began to tell. +Some woke sweet music's cheering sound, +And others danced in lively round. +With joke and jest they strove to raise +His spirits, quoting ancient plays; +But Bharat still, the lofty-souled, +Deaf to sweet tales his fellows told, +Unmoved by music, dance, and jest, +Sat silent, by his woe oppressed. +To him, begirt by comrades near, +Thus spoke the friend he held most dear: +“Why ringed around by friends, art thou +So silent and so mournful now?” +“Hear thou,” thus Bharat made reply, +“What chills my heart and dims mine eye. +I dreamt I saw the king my sire +Sink headlong in a lake of mire +Down from a mountain high in air, +His body soiled, and loose his hair. +Upon the miry lake he seemed +To lie and welter, as I dreamed; +With hollowed hands full many a draught +Of oil he took, and loudly laughed. +With head cast down I saw him make +A meal on sesamum and cake; +The oil from every member dripped, +And in its clammy flood he dipped. +The ocean's bed was bare and dry, +The moon had fallen from the sky, +And all the world lay still and dead, +With whelming darkness overspread. +The earth was rent and opened wide, +The leafy trees were scorched, and died; +I saw the seated mountains split, +And wreaths of rising smoke emit. +The stately beast the monarch rode +His long tusks rent and splintered showed; +And flames that quenched and cold had lain +Blazed forth with kindled light again. +I looked, and many a handsome dame, +Arrayed in brown and sable came +And bore about the monarch, dressed, +On iron stool, in sable vest. +And then the king, of virtuous mind, +A blood-red wreath around him twined, +Forth on an ass-drawn chariot sped, +As southward still he bent his head. +Then, crimson-clad, a dame appeared +Who at the monarch laughed and jeered; +And a she-monster, dire to view, +Her hand upon his body threw. +Such is the dream I dreamt by night, +Which chills me yet with wild affright: +Either the king or Rama, I +Or Lakshman now must surely die. +For when an ass-drawn chariot seems +To bear away a man in dreams, +Be sure above his funeral pyre +The smoke soon rears its cloudy spire. +This makes my spirit low and weak, +My tongue is slow and loth to speak: +My lips and throat are dry for dread, +And all my soul disquieted. +My lips, relaxed, can hardly speak, +And chilling dread has changed my cheek +I blame myself in aimless fears, +And still no cause of blame appears. +I dwell upon this dream of ill +Whose changing scenes I viewed, +And on the startling horror still +My troubled thoughts will brood. +Still to my soul these terrors cling, +Reluctant to depart, +And the strange vision of the king +Still weighs upon my heart.” +Canto LXX. Bharat's Departure. +While thus he spoke, the envoys borne +On horses faint and travel-worn +Had gained the city fenced around +With a deep moat's protecting bound. +An audience of the king they gained, +And honours from the prince obtained; +The monarch's feet they humbly pressed, +To Bharat next these words addressed: +“The household priest and peers by us +Send health to thee and greet thee thus: +“Come to thy father's house with haste: +Thine absent time no longer waste.” +Receive these vestures rich and rare, +These costly gems and jewels fair, +And to thy uncle here present +Each precious robe and ornament. +These for the king and him suffice— +Two hundred millions is their price— +These, worth a hundred millions, be +Reserved, O large-eyed Prince, for thee.” +Loving his friends with heart and soul, +The joyful prince received the whole, +Due honour to the envoys paid, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“Of Daśaratha tidings tell: +Is the old king my father well? +Is Rama, and is Lakshman, he +Of the high-soul, from sickness free? +And she who walks where duty leads, +Kauśalya, known for gracious deeds, +Mother of Rama, loving spouse, +Bound to her lord by well kept vows? +And Lakshman's mother too, the dame +Sumitra skilled in duty's claim, +Who brave Śatrughna also bare, +Second in age,—her health declare. +[pg 178] +And she, in self-conceit most sage, +With selfish heart most prone to rage, +My mother, fares she well? has she +Sent message or command to me?” +Thus Bharat spake, the mighty-souled, +And they in brief their tidings told: +“All they of whom thou askest dwell, +O lion lord, secure and well: +Thine all the smiles of fortune are: +Make ready; let them yoke the car.” +Thus by the royal envoys pressed, +Bharat again the band addressed: +“I go with you: no long delay, +A single hour I bid you stay.” +Thus Bharat, son of him who swayed +Ayodhyas realm, his answer made, +And then bespoke, his heart to please, +His mother's sire in words like these: +“I go to see my father, King, +Urged by the envoys' summoning; +And when thy soul desires to see +Thy grandson, will return to thee.” +The king his grandsire kissed his head, +And in reply to Bharat said: +“Go forth, dear child: how blest is she, +The mother of a son like thee! +Greet well thy sire, thy mother greet, +O thou whose arms the foe defeat; +The household priest, and all the rest +Amid the Twice-born chief and best; +And Rama and brave Lakshman, who +Shoot the long shaft with aim so true.” +To him the king high honour showed, +And store of wealth and gifts bestowed, +The choicest elephants to ride, +And skins and blankets deftly dyed, +A thousand strings of golden beads, +And sixteen hundred mettled steeds: +And boundless wealth before him piled +Gave Kekaya to Kaikeyí's child. +And men of counsel, good and tried, +On whose firm truth he aye relied, +King Aśvapati gave with speed +Prince Bharat on his way to lead. +And noble elephants, strong and young, +From sires of Indraśira sprung, +And others tall and fair to view +Of great Airavat's lineage true: +And well yoked asses fleet of limb +The prince his uncle gave to him. +And dogs within the palace bred, +Of body vast and massive head, +With mighty fangs for battle, brave, +The tiger's match in strength, he gave. +Yet Bharat's bosom hardly glowed +To see the wealth the king bestowed; +For he would speed that hour away, +Such care upon his bosom lay: +Those eager envoys urged him thence, +And that sad vision's influence. +He left his court-yard, crowded then +With elephants and steeds and men, +And, peerless in immortal fame, +To the great royal street he came. +He saw, as farther still he went, +The inner rooms most excellent, +And passed the doors, to him unclosed, +Where check nor bar his way oppossd. +There Bharat stayed to bid adieu +To grandsire and to uncle too, +Then, with Śatrughna by his side, +Mounting his car, away he hied. +The strong-wheeled cars were yoked, and they +More than a hundred, rolled away: +Servants, with horses, asses, kine, +Followed their lord in endless line. +So, guarded by his own right hand, +Forth high-souled Bharat hied, +Surrounded by a lordly band +On whom the king relied. +Beside him sat Śatrughna dear, +The scourge of trembling foes: +Thus from the light of Indra's sphere +A saint made perfect goes. +Canto LXXI. Bharat's Return. +Then Bharat's face was eastward bent +As from the royal town he went. +He reached Sudama's farther side, +And glorious, gazed upon the tide; +Passed Hladiní, and saw her toss +Her westering billows hard to cross. +Then old Ikshvaku's famous son +O'er Śatadrú348 his passage won, +Near Ailadhana on the strand, +And came to Aparparyat's land. +O'er Śila's flood he hurried fast, +Akurvatí's fair stream he passed, +Crossed o'er agneya's rapid rill, +And Śalyakartan onward still. +Śilavaha's swift stream he eyed, +True to his vows and purified, +Then crossed the lofty hills, and stood +In Chaitraratha's mighty wood. +He reached the confluence where meet +Sarasvatí349 and Ganga fleet, +And through Bharunḍa forest, spread +Northward of Viramatsya, sped. +He sought Kalinda's child, who fills +[pg 179] +The soul with joy, begirt by hills, +Reached Yamuna, and passing o'er, +Rested his army on the shore: +He gave his horses food and rest, +Bathed reeking limb and drooping crest. +They drank their fill and bathed them there, +And water for their journey bare. +Thence through a mighty wood he sped +All wild and uninhabited, +As in fair chariot through the skies, +Most fair in shape a Storm-God flies. +At Anśudhana Ganga, hard +To cross, his onward journey barred, +So turning quickly thence he came +To Pragvaṭ's city dear to fame. +There having gained the farther side +To Kuṭikoshṭika he hied: +The stream he crossed, and onward then +To Dharmavardhan brought his men. +Thence, leaving Toran on the north, +To Jambuprastha journeyed forth. +Then onward to a pleasant grove +By fair Varútha's town he drove, +And when a while he there had stayed, +Went eastward from the friendly shade. +Eastward of Ujjihana where +The Priyak trees are tall and fair, +He passed, and rested there each steed +Exhausted with the journey's speed. +There orders to his men addressed, +With quickened pace he onward pressed, +A while at Sarvatírtha spent, +Then o'er Uttanika he went. +O'er many a stream beside he sped +With coursers on the mountains bred, +And passing Hastiprishṭhak, took +The road o'er Kuṭika's fair brook. +Then, at Lohitya's village, he +Crossed o'er the swift Kapívatí, +Then passed, where Ekaśala stands, +The Sthanumatí's flood and sands, +And Gomatí of fair renown +By Vinata's delightful town. +When to Kalinga near he drew, +A wood of Sal trees charmed the view; +That passed, the sun began to rise, +And Bharat saw with happy eyes, +Ayodhya's city, built and planned +By ancient Manu's royal hand. +Seven nights upon the road had passed, +And when he saw the town at last +Before him in her beauty spread, +Thus Bharat to the driver said: +“This glorious city from afar, +Wherein pure groves and gardens are, +Seems to my eager eyes to-day +A lifeless pile of yellow clay. +Through all her streets where erst a throng +Of men and women streamed along, +Uprose the multitudinous roar: +To-day I hear that sound no more. +No longer do mine eyes behold +The leading people, as of old, +On elephants, cars, horses, go +Abroad and homeward, to and fro. +The brilliant gardens, where we heard +The wild note of each rapturous bird, +Where men and women loved to meet, +In pleasant shades, for pastime sweet,— +These to my eyes this day appear +Joyless, and desolate, and drear: +Each tree that graced the garden grieves, +And every path is spread with leaves. +The merry cry of bird and beast, +That spake aloud their joy, has ceased: +Still is the long melodious note +That charmed us from each warbling throat. +Why blows the blessed air no more, +The incense-breathing air that bore +Its sweet incomparable scent +Of sandal and of aloe blent? +Why are the drum and tabour mute? +Why is the music of the lute +That woke responsive to the quill, +Loved by the happy, hushed and still? +My boding spirit gathers hence +Dire sins of awful consequence, +And omens, crowding on my sight, +Weigh down my soul with wild affright. +Scarce shall I find my friends who dwell +Here in Ayodhya safe and well: +For surely not without a cause +This crushing dread my soul o'erawes.” +Heart sick, dejected, every sense +Confused by terror's influence, +On to the town he quickly swept +Which King Ikshvaku's children kept. +He passed through Vaijayanta's gate, +With weary steeds, disconsolate, +And all who near their station held, +His escort, crying Victory, swelled, +With heart distracted still he bowed +Farewell to all the following crowd, +Turned to the driver and began +To question thus the weary man: +“Why was I brought, O free from blame, +So fast, unknown for what I came? +Yet fear of ill my heart appals, +And all my wonted courage falls. +For I have heard in days gone by +The changes seen when monarchs die; +And all those signs, O charioteer, +I see to-day surround me here: +Each kinsman's house looks dark and grim, +No hand delights to keep it trim: +The beauty vanished, and the pride, +The doors, unkept, stand open wide. +No morning rites are offered there, +No grateful incense loads the air, +And all therein, with brows o'ercast, +Sit joyless on the ground and fast. +Their lovely chaplets dry and dead, +[pg 180] +Their courts unswept, with dust o'erspread, +The temples of the Gods to-day +No more look beautiful and gay. +Neglected stands each holy shrine, +Each image of a Lord divine. +No shop where flowery wreaths are sold +Is bright and busy as of old. +The women and the men I mark +Absorbed in fancies dull and dark, +Their gloomy eyes with tears bedewed, +A poor afflicted multitude.” +His mind oppressed with woe and dread, +Thus Bharat to his driver said, +Viewed the dire signs Ayodhya showed, +And onward to the palace rode. +Canto LXXII. Bharat's Inquiry. +He entered in, he looked around, +Nor in the house his father found; +Then to his mother's dwelling, bent +To see her face, he quickly went. +She saw her son, so long away, +Returning after many a day, +And from her golden seat in joy +Sprung forward to her darling boy. +Within the bower, no longer bright, +Came Bharat lover of the right, +And bending with observance sweet +Clasped his dear mother's lovely feet. +Long kisses on his brow she pressed, +And held her hero to her breast, +Then fondly drew him to her knees, +And questioned him in words like these: +“How many nights have fled, since thou +Leftest thy grandsire's home, till now? +By flying steeds so swiftly borne, +Art thou not weak and travel-worn? +How fares the king my father, tell: +Is Yudhajit thine uncle well? +And now, my son, at length declare +The pleasure of the visit there.” +Thus to the offspring of the king +She spake with tender questioning, +And to his mother made reply +Young Bharat of the lotus eye: +“The seventh night has come and fled +Since from my grandsire's home I sped: +My mother's sire is well, and he, +Yudhajit, from all trouble free. +The gold and every precious thing +Presented by the conqueror king, +The slower guards behind convey: +I left them weary on the way. +Urged by the men my father sent, +My hasty course I hither bent: +Now, I implore, an answer deign, +And all I wish to know, explain. +Unoccupied I now behold +This couch of thine adorned with gold, +And each of King Ikshvaku's race +Appears with dark and gloomy face. +The king is aye, my mother dear, +Most constant in his visits here. +To meet my sire I sought this spot: +How is it that I find him not? +I long to clasp my father's feet: +Say where he lingers, I entreat. +Perchance the monarch may be seen +Where dwells Kauśalya, eldest queen.” +His father's fate, from him concealed, +Kaikeyí to her son revealed: +Told as glad news the story sad, +For lust of sway had made her mad: +“Thy father, O my darling, know, +Has gone the way all life must go: +Devout and famed, of lofty thought, +In whom the good their refuge sought.” +When Bharat pious, pure, and true, +Heard the sad words which pierced him through, +Grieved for the sire he loved so well +Prostrate upon the ground he fell: +Down fell the strong-armed hero, high +Tossing his arms, and a sad cry, +“Ah, woe is me, unhappy, slain!” +Burst from his lips again, again, +Afflicted for his father's fate +By grief's intolerable weight, +With every sense amazed and cowed +The splendid hero wailed aloud: +“Ah me, my royal father's bed +Of old a gentle radiance shed, +Like the pure sky when clouds are past, +And the moon's light is o'er it cast: +Ah, of its wisest lord bereft, +It shows to-day faint radiance left, +As when the moon has left the sky. +Or mighty Ocean's depths are dry.” +With choking sobs, with many a tear, +Pierced to the heart with grief sincere, +The best of conquerors poured his sighs, +And with his robe veiled face and eyes. +Kaikeyí saw him fallen there, +Godlike, afflicted, in despair, +Used every art to move him thence, +And tried him thus with eloquence: +“Arise, arise, my dearest; why +Wilt thou, famed Prince, so lowly lie? +Not by such grief as this are moved +Good men like thee, by all approved. +The earth thy father nobly swayed, +And rites to Heaven he duly paid. +At length his race of life was run: +Thou shouldst not mourn for him, my son.” +Long on the ground he wept, and rolled +From side to side, still unconsoled, +And then, with bitter grief oppressed, +His mother with these words addressed: +[pg 181] +“This joyful hope my bosom fed +When from my grandsire's halls I sped— +“The king will throne his eldest son, +And sacrifice, as should be done.” +But all is changed, my hope was vain, +And this sad heart is rent in twain, +For my dear father's face I miss, +Who ever sought his loved ones' bliss. +But in my absence, mother, say, +What sickness took my sire away? +Ah, happy Rama, happy they +Allowed his funeral rites to pay! +The glorious monarch has not learned +That I his darling have returned, +Or quickly had he hither sped, +And pressed his kisses on my head. +Where is that hand whose gentle touch, +Most soft and kind I loved so much, +The hand that loved to brush away +The dust that on his darling lay? +Quick, bear the news to Rama's ear; +Tell the great chief that I am here: +Brother, and sire, and friend, and all +Is he, and I his trusty thrall. +For noble hearts, to virtue true, +Their sires in elder brothers view. +To clasp his feet I fain would bow: +He is my hope and refuge now. +What said my glorious sire, who knew +Virtue and vice, so brave and true? +Firm in his vows, dear lady, say, +What said he ere he passed away? +What was his rede to me? I crave +To hear the last advice he gave.” +Thus closely questioned by the youth, +Kaikeyí spoke the mournful truth: +“The high-souled monarch wept and sighed, +For Rama, Síta, Lakshman, cried, +Then, best of all who go to bliss, +Passed to the world which follows this. +“Ah, blessed are the people who +Shall Rama and his Síta view, +And Lakshman of the mighty arm, +Returning free from scathe and harm.” +Such were the words, the last of all, +Thy father, ere he died, let fall, +By Fate and Death's dread coils enwound, +As some great elephant is bound.” +He heard, yet deeper in despair, +Her lips this double woe declare, +And with sad brow that showed his pain +Questioned his mother thus again: +“But where is he, of virtue tried, +Who fills Kauśalya's heart with pride, +Where is the noble Rama? where +Is Lakshman brave, and Síta fair?” +Thus pressed, the queen began to tell +The story as each thing befell, +And gave her son in words like these, +The mournful news she meant to please: +“The prince is gone in hermit dress +To Danḍak's mighty wilderness, +And Lakshman brave and Síta share +The wanderings of the exile there.” +Then Bharat's soul with fear was stirred +Lest Rama from the right had erred, +And jealous for ancestral fame, +He put this question to the dame: +“Has Rama grasped with lawless hold +A Brahman's house, or land, or gold? +Has Rama harmed with ill intent +Some poor or wealthy innocent? +Was Rama, faithless to his vows, +Enamoured of anothers spouse? +Why was he sent to Danḍak's wild, +Like one who kills an unborn child?” +He questioned thus: and she began +To tell her deeds and crafty plan. +Deceitful-hearted, fond, and blind +As is the way of womankind: +“No Brahman's wealth has Rama seized, +No dame his wandering fancy pleased; +His very eyes he ne'er allows +To gaze upon a neighbour's spouse. +But when I heard the monarch planned +To give the realm to Rama's hand, +I prayed that Rama hence might flee, +And claimed the throne, my son, for thee. +The king maintained the name he bare, +And did according to my prayer, +And Rama, with his brother, sent, +And Síta, forth to banishment. +When his dear son was seen no more, +The lord of earth was troubled sore: +Too feeble with his grief to strive, +He joined the elemental Five. +Up then, most dutiful! maintain +The royal state, arise, and reign. +For thee, my darling son, for thee +All this was planned and wrought by me. +Come, cast thy grief and pain aside, +With manly courage fortified. +This town and realm are all thine own, +And fear and grief are here unknown. +Come, with Vaśishṭha's guiding aid, +And priests in ritual skilled +Let the king's funeral dues be paid, +And every claim fulfilled. +Perform his obsequies with all +That suits his rank and worth, +Then give the mandate to install +Thyself as lord of earth.” +Canto LXXIII. Kaikeyí Reproached. +But when he heard the queen relate +His brothers' doom, his father's fate, +Thus Bharat to his mother said +With burning grief disquieted: +[pg 182] +“Alas, what boots it now to reign, +Struck down by grief and well-nigh slain? +Ah, both are gone, my sire, and he +Who was a second sire to me. +Grief upon grief thy hand has made, +And salt upon gashes laid: +For my dear sire has died through thee, +And Rama roams a devotee. +Thou camest like the night of Fate +This royal house to devastate. +Unwitting ill, my hapless sire +Placed in his bosom coals of fire, +And through thy crimes his death he met, +O thou whose heart on sin is set. +Shame of thy house! thy senseless deed +Has reft all joy from Raghu's seed. +The truthful monarch, dear to fame, +Received thee as his wedded dame, +And by thy act to misery doomed +Has died by flames of grief consumed. +Kauśalya and Sumitra too +The coming of my mother rue, +And if they live oppressed by woe, +For their dear sons their sad tears flow. +Was he not ever good and kind,— +That hero of the duteous mind? +Skilled in all filial duties, he +As a dear mother treated thee. +Kauśalya too, the eldest queen, +Who far foresees with insight keen, +Did she not ever show thee all +A sister's love at duty's call? +And hast thou from the kingdom chased +Her son, with bark around his waist, +To the wild wood, to dwell therein, +And dost not sorrow for thy sin? +The love I bare to Raghu's son +Thou knewest not, ambitious one, +If thou hast wrought this impious deed +For royal sway, in lawless greed. +With him and Lakshman far away, +What power have I the realm to sway? +What hope will fire my bosom when +I see no more these lords of men? +The holy king, who loved the right +Relied on Rama's power and might, +His guardian and his glory, so +Joys Meru in his woods below. +How can I bear, a steer untrained, +The load his mightier strength sustained? +What power have I to brook alone +This weight on feeble shoulders thrown? +But if the needful power were bought +By strength of mind and brooding thought, +No triumph shall attend the dame +Who dooms her son to lasting shame. +Now should no doubt that son prevent +From quitting thee on evil bent. +But Rama's love o'erpowers my will, +Who holds thee as his mother still. +Whence did the thought, O thou whose eyes +Are turned to sinful deeds, arise— +A plan our ancient sires would hate, +O fallen from thy virtuous state? +For in the line from which we spring +The eldest is anointed king: +No monarchs from the rule decline, +And, least of all, Ikshvaku's line. +Our holy sires, to virtue true, +Upon our race a lustre threw, +But with subversive frenzy thou +Hast marred our lineal honour now, +Of lofty birth, a noble line +Of previous kings is also thine: +Then whence this hated folly? whence +This sudden change that steals thy sense? +Thou shalt not gain thine impious will, +O thou whose thoughts are bent on ill, +Thou from whose guilty hand descend +These sinful blows my life to end. +Now to the forest will I go, +Thy cherished plans to overthrow, +And bring my brother, free from stain, +His people's darling, home again. +And Rama, when again he turns, +Whose glory like a beacon burns, +In me a faithful slave shall find +To serve him with contented mind.” +Canto LXXIV. Bharat's Lament. +When Bharat's anger-sharpened tongue +Reproaches on the queen had flung, +Again, with mighty rage possessed, +The guilty dame he thus addressed: +“Flee, cruel, wicked sinner, flee, +Let not this kingdom harbour thee. +Thou who hast thrown all right aside, +Weep thou for me when I have died. +Canst thou one charge against the king, +Or the most duteous Rama bring? +The one thy sin to death has sent, +The other chased to banishment. +Our line's destroyer, sin defiled +Like one who kills an unborn child, +Ne'er with thy lord in heaven to dwell, +Thy portion shall be down in hell +Because thy hand, that stayed for naught, +This awful wickedness has wrought, +And ruined him whom all held dear, +My bosom too is stirred with fear. +My father by thy sin is dead, +And Rama to the wood is fled; +And of thy deed I bear the stain, +And fameless in the world remain. +Ambitious, evil-souled, in show +My mother, yet my direst foe. +My throning ne'er thine eyes shall bless, +Thy husband's wicked murderess. +[pg 183] +Thou art not Aśvapati's child, +That righteous king most sage and mild, +But thou wast born a fiend, a foe +My father's house to overthrow. +Thou who hast made Kauśalya, pure, +Gentle, affectionate, endure +The loss of him who was her bliss,— +What worlds await thee, Queen, for this? +Was it not patent to thy sense +That Rama was his friends' defence, +Kauśalya's own true child most dear, +The eldest and his father's peer? +Men in the son not only trace +The father's figure, form, and face, +But in his heart they also find +The offspring of the father's mind; +And hence, though dear their kinsmen are, +To mothers sons are dearer far. +There goes an ancient legend how +Good Surabhí, the God-loved cow, +Saw two of her dear children strain, +Drawing a plough and faint with pain. +She saw them on the earth outworn, +Toiling till noon from early morn, +And as she viewed her children's woe, +A flood of tears began to flow. +As through the air beneath her swept +The Lord of Gods, the drops she wept, +Fine, laden with delicious smell, +Upon his heavenly body fell. +And Indra lifted up his eyes +And saw her standing in the skies, +Afflicted with her sorrow's weight, +Sad, weeping, all disconsolate. +The Lord of Gods in anxious mood +Thus spoke in suppliant attitude: +“No fear disturbs our rest, and how +Come this great dread upon thee now? +Whence can this woe upon thee fall, +Say, gentle one who lovest all?” +Thus spake the God who rules the skies, +Indra, the Lord supremely wise; +And gentle Surabhí, well learned +In eloquence, this speech returned: +“Not thine the fault, great God, not thine +And guiltless are the Lords divine: +I mourn two children faint with toil, +Labouring hard in stubborn soil. +Wasted and sad I see them now, +While the sun beats on neck and brow, +Still goaded by the cruel hind,— +No pity in his savage mind. +O Indra, from this body sprang +These children, worn with many a pang. +For this sad sight I mourn, for none +Is to the mother like her son.” +He saw her weep whose offspring feed +In thousands over hill and mead, +And knew that in a mother's eye +Naught with a son, for love, can vie. +He deemed her, when the tears that came +From her sad eyes bedewed his frame, +Laden with their celestial scent, +Of living things most excellent. +If she these tears of sorrow shed +Who many a thousand children bred, +Think what a life of woe is left +Kauśalya, of her Rama reft. +An only son was hers and she +Is rendered childless now by thee. +Here and hereafter, for thy crime, +Woe is thy lot through endless time. +And now, O Queen, without delay, +With all due honour will I pay +Both to my brother and my sire +The rites their several fates require. +Back to Ayodhya will I bring +The long-armed chief, her lord and king, +And to the wood myself betake +Where hermit saints their dwelling make. +For, sinner both in deed and thought! +This hideous crime which thou hast wrought +I cannot bear, or live to see +The people's sad eyes bent on me. +Begone, to Danḍak wood retire, +Or cast thy body to the fire, +Or bind around thy neck the rope: +No other refuge mayst thou hope. +When Rama, lord of valour true, +Has gained the earth, his right and due, +Then, free from duty's binding debt, +My vanished sin shall I forget.” +Thus like an elephant forced to brook +The goading of the driver's hook, +Quick panting like a serpent maimed, +He fell to earth with rage inflamed. +Canto LXXV. The Abjuration. +A while he lay: he rose at length, +And slowly gathering sense and strength, +With angry eyes which tears bedewed, +The miserable queen he viewed, +And spake with keen reproach to her +Before each lord and minister: +“No lust have I for kingly sway, +My mother I no more obey: +Naught of this consecration knew +Which Daśaratha kept in view. +I with Śatrughna all the time +Was dwelling in a distant clime: +I knew of Rama's exile naught, +That hero of the noble thought: +I knew not how fair Síta went, +And Lakshman, forth to banishment.” +Thus high-souled Bharat, mid the crowd, +Lifted his voice and cried aloud. +[pg 184] +Kauśalya heard, she raised her head, +And quickly to Sumitra said: +“Bharat, Kaikeyí's son is here,— +Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: +That youth of foresight keen I fain +Would meet and see his face again.” +Thus to Sumitra spake the dame, +And straight to Bharat's presence came +With altered mien, neglected dress, +Trembling and faint with sore distress. +Bharat, Śatrughna by his side, +To meet her, toward her palace hied. +And when the royal dame they viewed +Distressed with dire solicitude, +Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, +About her neck their arms they wound. +The noble matron prostrate there, +Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, +And with her load of grief oppressed, +To Bharat then these words addressed: +“Now all is thine, without a foe, +This realm for which thou longest so. +Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand +Has won the empire of the land, +And made my guiltless Rama flee +Dressed like some lonely devotee. +Herein what profit has the queen, +Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? +Me also, me 'twere surely good +To banish to the distant wood, +To dwell amid the shades that hold +My famous son with limbs like gold. +Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, +Will I, Sumitra by my side, +Myself to the drear wood repair +And seek the son of Raghu there. +This land which rice and golden corn +And wealth of every kind adorn, +Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,— +She makes thee lord of it and them.” +With taunts like these her bitter tongue +The heart of blameless Bharat wrung +And direr pangs his bosom tore +Than when the lancet probes a sore. +With troubled senses all astray +Prone at her feet he fell and lay. +With loud lament a while he plained, +And slowly strength and sense regained. +With suppliant hand to hand applied +He turned to her who wept and sighed, +And thus bespake the queen, whose breast +With sundry woes was sore distressed: +“Why these reproaches, noble dame? +I, knowing naught, am free from blame. +Thou knowest well what love was mine +For Rama, chief of Raghu's line. +O, never be his darkened mind +To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, +By whose consent the prince who led +The good, the truthful hero, fled. +May he obey the vilest lord, +Offend the sun with act abhorred,350 +And strike a sleeping cow, who lent +His voice to Rama's banishment. +May the good king who all befriends, +And, like his sons, the people tends, +Be wronged by him who gave consent +To noble Rama's banishment. +On him that king's injustice fall, +Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, +Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, +His people, as a ruler must. +The crime of those who swear to fee, +At holy rites, some devotee, +And then the promised gift deny, +Be his who willed the prince should fly. +When weapons clash and heroes bleed, +With elephant and harnessed steed, +Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight +Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. +Though taught with care by one expert +May he the Veda's text pervert, +With impious mind on evil bent, +Whose voice approved the banishment. +May he with traitor lips reveal +Whate'er he promised to conceal, +And bruit abroad his friend's offence, +Betrayed by generous confidence. +No wife of equal lineage born +The wretch's joyless home adorn: +Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, +And dying see no child succeed. +When in the battle's awful day +Fierce warriors stand in dread array, +Let the base coward turn and fly, +And smitten by the foeman, die. +Long may he wander, rags his wear, +Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, +And like an idiot beg his bread, +Who gave consent when Rama fled. +His sin who holy rites forgets, +Asleep when shows the sun and sets, +A load upon his soul shall lie +Whose will allowed the prince to fly. +His sin who loves his Master's dame, +His, kindler of destructive flame, +His who betrays his trusting friend +Shall, mingled all, on him descend. +By him no reverence due be paid +To blessed God or parted shade: +May sire and mother's sacred name +In vain from him obedience claim. +Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, +Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, +But lose all hopes of bliss to-day, +Who willed the prince should flee away. +May he deceive the poor and weak +Who look to him and comfort seek, +[pg 185] +Betray the suppliants who complain, +And make the hopeful hope in vain. +Long may his wife his kiss expect, +And pine away in cold neglect. +May he his lawful love despise, +And turn on other dames his eyes, +Fool, on forbidden joys intent, +Whose will allowed the banishment. +His sin who deadly poison throws +To spoil the water as it flows, +Lay on the wretch its burden dread +Who gave consent when Rama fled.”351 +Thus with his words he undeceived +Kauśalya's troubled heart, who grieved +For son and husband reft away; +Then prostrate on the ground he lay. +Him as he lay half-senseless there, +Freed by the mighty oaths he sware, +Kauśalya, by her woe distressed, +With melancholy words addressed: +“Anew, my son, this sorrow springs +To rend my heart with keener stings: +These awful oaths which thou hast sworn +My breast with double grief have torn. +Thy soul, and faithful Lakshman's too, +Are still, thank Heaven! to virtue true. +True to thy promise, thou shalt gain +The mansions which the good obtain.” +Then to her breast that youth she drew, +Whose sweet fraternal love she knew, +And there in strict embraces held +The hero, as her tears outwelled. +And Bharat's heart grew sick and faint +With grief and oft-renewed complaint, +And all his senses were distraught +By the great woe that in him wrought. +Thus he lay and still bewailed +With sighs and loud lament +Till all his strength and reason failed, +The hours of night were spent. +Canto LXXVI. The Funeral. +The saint Vaśishṭha, best of all +Whose words with moving wisdom fall, +Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, addressed, +Whom burning fires of grief distressed: +“O Prince, whose fame is widely spread, +Enough of grief: be comforted. +The time is come: arise, and lay +Upon the pyre the monarch's clay.” +He heard the words Vaśishṭha spoke, +And slumbering resolution woke. +Then skilled in all the laws declare, +He bade his friends the rites prepare. +They raised the body from the oil, +And placed it, dripping, on the soil; +Then laid it on a bed, whereon +Wrought gold and precious jewels shone. +There, pallor o'er his features spread, +The monarch, as in sleep, lay dead. +Then Bharat sought his father's side, +And lifted up his voice and cried: +“O King, and has thy heart designed +To part and leave thy son behind? +Make Rama flee, who loves the right, +And Lakshman of the arm of might? +Whither, great Monarch, wilt thou go +And leave this people in their woe, +Mourning their hero, wild with grief, +Of Rama reft, their lion chief? +Ah, who will guard the people well +Who in Ayodhya's city dwell, +When thou, my sire, hast sought the sky, +And Rama has been forced to fly? +In widowed woe, bereft of thee, +The land no more is fair to see: +The city, to my aching sight, +Is gloomy as a moonless night.” +Thus, with o'erwhelming sorrow pained, +Sad Bharat by the bed complained: +And thus Vaśishṭha, holy sage, +Spoke his deep anguish to assuage: +“O Lord of men, no longer stay; +The last remaining duties pay: +Haste, mighty-armed, as I advise, +The funeral rites to solemnize.” +And Bharat heard Vaśishṭha's rede +With due attention and agreed. +He summoned straight from every side +Chaplain, and priest, and holy guide. +The sacred fires he bade them bring +Forth from the chapel of the king, +Wherein the priests in order due, +And ministers, the offerings threw. +Distraught in mind, with sob and tear, +They laid the body on a bier, +And servants, while their eyes brimmed o'er +The monarch from the palace bore. +Another band of mourners led +The long procession of the dead: +Rich garments in the way they cast, +And gold and silver, as they passed. +Then other hands the corse bedewed +With fragrant juices that exude +From sandal, cedar, aloe, pine, +And every perfume rare and fine. +Then priestly hands the mighty dead +Upon the pyre deposited. +The sacred fires they tended next, +And muttered low each funeral text; +And priestly singers who rehearse +[pg 186] +The Śaman352 sang their holy verse. +Forth from the town in litters came, +Or chariots, many a royal dame, +And honoured so the funeral ground, +With aged followers ringed around. +With steps in inverse order bent,353 +The priests in sad procession went +Around the monarch's burning pyre +Who well had nursed each sacred fire: +With Queen Kauśalya and the rest, +Their tender hearts with woe distressed. +The voice of women, shrill and clear +As screaming curlews, smote the ear, +As from a thousand voices rose +The shriek that tells of woman's woes. +Then weeping, faint, with loud lament, +Down Sarjú's shelving bank they went. +There standing on the river side +With Bharat, priest, and peer, +Their lips the women purified +With water fresh and clear. +Returning to the royal town, +Their eyes with tear-drops filled, +Ten days on earth they laid them down, +And wept till grief was stilled. +Canto LXXVII. The Gathering Of The Ashes. +The tenth day passed: the prince again +Was free from every legal stain. +He bade them on the twelfth the great +Remaining honour celebrate. +Much gold he gave, and gems, and food, +To all the Brahman multitude, +And goats whose hair was white and fine, +And many a thousand head of kine: +Slaves, men and damsels, he bestowed, +And many a car and fair abode: +Such gifts he gave the Brahman race +His father's obsequies to grace. +Then when the morning's earliest ray +Appeared upon the thirteenth day, +Again the hero wept and sighed +Distraught and sorrow-stupefied; +Drew, sobbing in his anguish, near, +The last remaining debt to clear, +And at the bottom of the pyre, +He thus bespake his royal sire: +“O father, hast thou left me so, +Deserted in my friendless woe, +When he to whom the charge was given +To keep me, to the wood is driven? +Her only son is forced away +Who was his helpless mother's stay: +Ah, whither, father, art thou fled; +Leaving the queen uncomforted?” +He looked upon the pile where lay +The bones half-burnt and ashes grey, +And uttering a piteous moan, +Gave way, by anguish overthrown. +Then as his tears began to well, +Prostrate to earth the hero fell; +So from its seat the staff they drag, +And cast to earth some glorious flag. +The ministers approached again +The prince whom rites had freed from stain; +So when Yayati fell, each seer, +In pity for his fate, drew near. +Śatrughna saw him lying low +O'erwhelmed beneath the crush of woe, +And as upon the king he thought, +He fell upon the earth distraught. +When to his loving memory came +Those noble gifts, that kingly frame, +He sorrowed, by his woe distressed, +As one by frenzied rage possessed: +“Ah me, this surging sea of woe +Has drowned us with its overflow: +The source is Manthara, dire and dark, +Kaikeyí is the ravening shark: +And the great boons the monarch gave +Lend conquering might to every wave. +Ah, whither wilt thou go, and leave +Thy Bharat in his woe to grieve, +Whom ever 'twas thy greatest joy +To fondle as a tender boy? +Didst thou not give with thoughtful care +Our food, our drink, our robes to wear? +Whose love will now for us provide, +When thou, our king and sire, hast died? +At such a time bereft, forlorn, +Why is not earth in sunder torn, +Missing her monarch's firm control, +His love of right, his lofty soul? +Ah me, for Rama roams afar, +My sire is where the Blessed are; +How can I live deserted? I +Will pass into the fire and die. +Abandoned thus, I will not brook +Upon Ayodhya's town to look, +Once guarded by Ikshvaku's race: +The wood shall be my dwelling place.” +Then when the princes' mournful train +Heard the sad brothers thus complain, +And saw their misery, at the view +Their grief burst wilder out anew. +Faint with lamenting, sad and worn, +Each like a bull with broken horn, +The brothers in their wild despair +Lay rolling, mad with misery, there. +Then old Vaśishṭha good and true, +Their father's priest, all lore who knew, +Raised weeping Bharat on his feet, +And thus bespake with counsel meet: +“Twelve days, my lord, have past away +[pg 187] +Since flames consumed thy father's clay: +Delay no more: as rules ordain, +Gather what bones may yet remain. +Three constant pairs are ever found +To hem all mortal creatures round:354 +Then mourn not thus, O Prince, for none +Their close companionship may shun.” +Sumantra bade Śatrughna rise, +And soothed his soul with counsel wise, +And skilled in truth, his hearer taught +How all things are and come to naught. +When rose each hero from the ground, +A lion lord of men, renowned, +He showed like Indra's flag,355 whereon +Fierce rains have dashed and suns have shone. +They wiped their red and weeping eyes, +And gently made their sad replies: +Then, urged to haste, the royal pair +Performed the rites that claimed their care. +Canto LXXVIII. Manthara Punished. +Śatrughna thus to Bharat spake +Who longed the forest road to take: +“He who in woe was wont to give +Strength to himself and all that live— +Dear Rama, true and pure in heart, +Is banished by a woman's art. +Yet here was Lakshman, brave and strong, +Could not his might prevent the wrong? +Could not his arm the king restrain, +Or make the banished free again? +One loving right and fearing crime +Had checked the monarch's sin in time, +When, vassal of a woman's will, +His feet approached the path of ill.” +While Lakshman's younger brother, dread +Śatrughna, thus to Bharat said, +Came to the fronting door, arrayed +In glittering robes, the hump-back maid. +There she, with sandal-oil besmeared, +In garments meet for queens appeared: +And lustre to her form was lent +By many a gem and ornament. +She girdled with her broidered zone, +And many a chain about her thrown, +Showed like a female monkey round +Whose body many a string is bound. +When on that cause of evil fell +The quick eye of the sentinel, +He grasped her in his ruthless hold, +And hastening in, Śatrughna told: +“Here is the wicked pest,” he cried, +“Through whom the king thy father died, +And Rama wanders in the wood: +Do with her as thou deemest good.” +The warder spoke: and every word +Śatrughna's breast to fury stirred: +He called the servants, all and each. +And spake in wrath his hasty speech: +“This is the wretch my sire who slew, +And misery on my brothers drew: +Let her this day obtain the meed, +Vile sinner, of her cruel deed.” +He spake; and moved by fury laid +His mighty hand upon the maid, +Who as her fellows ringed her round, +Made with her cries the hall resound. +Soon as the gathered women viewed +Śatrughna in his angry mood, +Their hearts disturbed by sudden dread, +They turned and from his presence fled. +“His rage,” they cried, “on us will fall, +And ruthless, he will slay us all. +Come, to Kauśalya let us flee: +Our hope, our sure defence is she, +Approved by all, of virtuous mind, +Compassionate, and good, and kind.” +His eyes with burning wrath aglow, +Śatrughna, shatterer of the foe, +Dragged on the ground the hump-back maid +Who shrieked aloud and screamed for aid. +This way and that with no remorse +He dragged her with resistless force, +And chains and glittering trinkets burst +Lay here and there with gems dispersed, +Till like the sky of Autumn shone +The palace floor they sparkled on. +The lord of men, supremely strong, +Haled in his rage the wretch along: +Where Queen Kaikeyí dwelt he came, +And sternly then addressed the dame. +Deep in her heart Kaikeyí felt +The stabs his keen reproaches dealt, +And of Śatrughna's ire afraid, +To Bharat flew and cried for aid. +He looked and saw the prince inflamed +With burning rage, and thus exclaimed: +“Forgive! thine angry arm restrain: +A woman never may be slain. +My hand Kaikeyí's blood would spill, +The sinner ever bent on ill, +But Rama, long in duty tried, +Would hate the impious matricide: +And if he knew thy vengeful blade +Had slaughtered e'en this hump-back maid, +Never again, be sure, would he +Speak friendly word to thee or me.” +When Bharat's speech Śatrughna heard +He calmed the rage his breast that stirred, +[pg 188] +Releasing from her dire constraint +The trembling wretch with terror faint. +Then to Kaikeyí's feet she crept, +And prostrate in her misery wept. +Kaikeyí on the hump-back gazed, +And saw her weep and gasp. +Still quivering, with her senses dazed, +From fierce Śatrughna's grasp. +With gentle words of pity she +Assuaged her wild despair, +E'en as a tender hand might free +A curlew from the snare. +Canto LXXIX. Bharat's Commands. +Now when the sun's returning ray +Had ushered in the fourteenth day, +The gathered peers of state addressed +To Bharat's ear their new request: +“Our lord to heaven has parted hence, +Long served with deepest reverence; +Rama, the eldest, far from home, +And Lakshman, in the forest roam. +O Prince, of mighty fame, be thou +Our guardian and our monarch now, +Lest secret plot or foeman's hate +Assail our unprotected state. +With longing eyes, O Lord of men, +To thee look friend and citizen, +And ready is each sacred thing +To consecrate our chosen king. +Come, Bharat, and accept thine own +Ancient hereditary throne. +Thee let the priests this day install +As monarch to preserve us all.” +Around the sacred gear he bent +His circling footsteps reverent, +And, firm to vows he would not break, +Thus to the gathered people spake: +“The eldest son is ever king: +So rules the house from which we spring: +Nor should ye, Lords, like men unwise, +With words like these to wrong advise. +Rama is eldest born, and he +The ruler of the land shall be. +Now to the woods will I repair, +Five years and nine to lodge me there. +Assemble straight a mighty force, +Cars, elephants, and foot and horse, +For I will follow on his track +And bring my eldest brother back. +Whate'er the rites of throning need +Placed on a car the way shall lead: +The sacred vessels I will take +To the wild wood for Rama's sake. +I o'er the lion prince's head +The sanctifying balm will shed, +And bring him, as the fire they bring +Forth from the shrine, with triumphing. +Nor will I let my mother's greed +In this her cherished aim succeed: +In pathless wilds will I remain, +And Rama here as king shall reign. +To make the rough ways smooth and clear +Send workman out and pioneer: +Let skilful men attend beside +Our way through pathless spots to guide.” +As thus the royal Bharat spake, +Ordaining all for Rama's sake, +The audience gave with one accord +Auspicious answer to their lord: +“Be royal Fortune aye benign +To thee for this good speech of thine, +Who wishest still thine elder's hand +To rule with kingly sway the land.” +Their glorious speech, their favouring cries +Made his proud bosom swell: +And from the prince's noble eyes +The tears of rapture fell.356 +Canto LXXX. The Way Prepared. +All they who knew the joiner's art, +Or distant ground in every part; +Each busied in his several trade, +To work machines or ply the spade; +Deft workmen skilled to frame the wheel, +Or with the ponderous engine deal; +Guides of the way, and craftsmen skilled, +To sink the well, make bricks, and build; +And those whose hands the tree could hew, +And work with slips of cut bamboo, +Went forward, and to guide them, they +Whose eyes before had seen the way. +Then onward in triumphant mood +Went all the mighty multitude. +Like the great sea whose waves leap high +When the full moon is in the sky. +Then, in his proper duty skilled, +Each joined him to his several guild, +And onward in advance they went +With every tool and implement. +Where bush and tangled creeper lay +With trenchant steel they made the way; +They felled each stump, removed each stone, +And many a tree was overthrown. +In other spots, on desert lands, +Tall trees were reared by busy hands. +Where'er the line of road they took, +They plied the hatchet, axe, and hook. +[pg 189] +Others, with all their strength applied, +Cast vigorous plants and shrubs aside, +In shelving valleys rooted deep, +And levelled every dale and steep. +Each pit and hole that stopped the way +They filled with stones, and mud, and clay, +And all the ground that rose and fell +With busy care was levelled well. +They bridged ravines with ceaseless toil, +And pounded fine the flinty soil. +Now here, now there, to right and left, +A passage through the ground they cleft, +And soon the rushing flood was led +Abundant through the new-cut bed, +Which by the running stream supplied +With ocean's boundless waters vied. +In dry and thirsty spots they sank +Full many a well and ample tank, +And altars round about them placed +To deck the station in the waste. +With well-wrought plaster smoothly spread, +With bloomy trees that rose o'erhead, +With banners waving in the air, +And wild birds singing here and there, +With fragrant sandal-water wet, +With many a flower beside it set, +Like the Gods' heavenly pathway showed +That mighty host's imperial road. +Deft workmen, chosen for their skill +To do the high-souled Bharat's will, +In every pleasant spot where grew +Trees of sweet fruit and fair to view, +As he commanded, toiled to grace +With all delights his camping-place. +And they who read the stars, and well +Each lucky sign and hour could tell, +Raised carefully the tented shade +Wherein high-minded Bharat stayed. +With ample space of level ground, +With broad deep moat encompassed round; +Like Mandar in his towering pride, +With streets that ran from side to side; +Enwreathed with many a palace tall +Surrounded by its noble wall; +With roads by skilful workmen made, +Where many a glorious banner played; +With stately mansions, where the dove +Sat nestling in her cote above. +Rising aloft supremely fair +Like heavenly cars that float in air, +Each camp in beauty and in bliss +Matched Indra's own metropolis. +As shines the heaven on some fair night, +With moon and constellations filled, +The prince's royal road was bright, +Adorned by art of workmen skilled. +Canto LXXXI. The Assembly. +Ere yet the dawn had ushered in +The day should see the march begin, +Herald and bard who rightly knew +Each nice degree of honour due, +Their loud auspicious voices raised, +And royal Bharat blessed and praised. +With sticks of gold the drum they smote, +Which thundered out its deafening note, +Blew loud the sounding shell, and blent +Each high and low-toned instrument. +The mingled sound of drum and horn +Through all the air was quickly borne, +And as in Bharat's ear it rang, +Gave the sad prince another pang. +Then Bharat, starting from repose, +Stilled the glad sounds that round him rose, +“I am not king; no more mistake:” +Then to Śatrughna thus he spake: +“O see what general wrongs succeed +Sprung from Kaikeyí's evil deed! +The king my sire has died and thrown +Fresh miseries on me alone. +The royal bliss, on duty based, +Which our just high-souled father graced, +Wanders in doubt and sore distress +Like a tossed vessel rudderless. +And he who was our lordly stay +Roams in the forest far away, +Expelled by this my mother, who +To duty's law is most untrue.” +As royal Bharat thus gave vent +To bitter grief in wild lament, +Gazing upon his face the crowd +Of pitying women wept aloud. +His lamentation scarce was o'er, +When Saint Vaśishṭha, skilled in lore +Of royal duty, dear to fame, +To join the great assembly came. +Girt by disciples ever true +Still nearer to that hall he drew, +Resplendent, heavenly to behold, +Adorned with wealth of gems and gold: +E'en so a man in duty tried +Draws near to meet his virtuous bride. +He reached his golden seat o'erlaid +With coverlet of rich brocade, +There sat, in all the Vedas read, +And called the messengers, and said: +“Go forth, let Brahman, Warrior, peer, +And every captain gather here: +Let all attentive hither throng: +Go, hasten: we delay too long. +Śatrughna, glorious Bharat bring, +The noble children of the king,357 +[pg 190] +Yudhajit358 and Sumantra, all +The truthful and the virtuous call.” +He ended: soon a mighty sound +Of thickening tumult rose around, +As to the hall they bent their course +With car, and elephant, and horse, +The people all with glad acclaim +Welcomed Prince Bharat as he came: +E'en as they loved their king to greet, +Or as the Gods Lord Indra359 meet. +The vast assembly shone as fair +With Bharat's kingly face +As Daśaratha's self were there +To glorify the place. +It gleamed like some unruffled lake +Where monsters huge of mould +With many a snake their pastime take +O'er shells, sand, gems, and gold. +Canto LXXXII. The Departure. +The prudent prince the assembly viewed +Thronged with its noble multitude, +Resplendent as a cloudless night +When the full moon is in his height; +While robes of every varied hue +A glory o'er the synod threw. +The priest in lore of duty skilled +Looked on the crowd the hall that filled, +And then in accents soft and grave +To Bharat thus his counsel gave: +“The king, dear son, so good and wise, +Has gone from earth and gained the skies, +Leaving to thee, her rightful lord, +This rich wide land with foison stored. +And still has faithful Rama stood +Firm to the duty of the good, +And kept his father's hest aright, +As the moon keeps its own dear light. +Thus sire and brother yield to thee +This realm from all annoyance free: +Rejoice thy lords: enjoy thine own: +Anointed king, ascend the throne. +Let vassal Princes hasten forth +From distant lands, west, south, and north, +From Kerala,360 from every sea, +And bring ten million gems to thee.” +As thus the sage Vaśishṭha spoke, +A storm of grief o'er Bharat broke. +And longing to be just and true, +His thoughts to duteous Rama flew. +With sobs and sighs and broken tones, +E'en as a wounded mallard moans, +He mourned with deepest sorrow moved, +And thus the holy priest reproved: +“O, how can such as Bharat dare +The power and sway from him to tear, +Wise, and devout, and true, and chaste, +With Scripture lore and virtue graced? +Can one of Daśaratha's seed +Be guilty of so vile a deed? +The realm and I are Rama's: thou, +Shouldst speak the words of justice now. +For he, to claims of virtue true, +Is eldest born and noblest too: +Nahush, Dilípa could not be +More famous in their lives than he. +As Daśaratha ruled of right, +So Rama's is the power and right. +If I should do this sinful deed +And forfeit hope of heavenly meed, +My guilty act would dim the shine +Of old Ikshvaku's glorious line. +Nay, as the sin my mother wrought +Is grievous to my inmost thought, +I here, my hands together laid, +Will greet him in the pathless shade. +To Rama shall my steps be bent, +My King, of men most excellent, +Raghu's illustrious son, whose sway +Might hell, and earth, and heaven obey.” +That righteous speech, whose every word +Bore virtue's stamp, the audience heard; +On Rama every thought was set, +And with glad tears each eye was wet. +“Then, if the power I still should lack +To bring my noble brother back, +I in the wood will dwell, and share +His banishment with Lakshman there. +By every art persuasive I +To bring him from the wood will try, +And show him to your loving eyes, +O Brahmans noble, good, and wise. +E'en now, the road to make and clear, +Each labourer pressed, and pioneer +Have I sent forward to precede +The army I resolve to lead.” +Thus, by fraternal love possessed, +His firm resolve the prince expressed, +Then to Sumantra, deeply read +In holy texts, he turned and said: +“Sumantra, rise without delay, +And as I bid my words obey. +Give orders for the march with speed, +And all the army hither lead.” +The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, +Obeyed the high-souled chief's behest. +He hurried forth with joy inspired +And gave the orders he desired. +Delight each soldier's bosom filled, +And through each chief and captain thrilled, +[pg 191] +To hear that march proclaimed, to bring +Dear Rama back from wandering. +From house to house the tidings flew: +Each soldier's wife the order knew, +And as she listened blithe and gay +Her husband urged to speed away. +Captain and soldier soon declared +The host equipped and all prepared +With chariots matching thought for speed, +And wagons drawn by ox and steed. +When Bharat by Vaśishṭha's side, +His ready host of warriors eyed, +Thus in Sumantra's ear he spoke: +“My car and horses quickly yoke.” +Sumantra hastened to fulfil +With ready joy his master's will, +And quickly with the chariot sped +Drawn by fleet horses nobly bred. +Then glorious Bharat, true, devout, +Whose genuine valour none could doubt, +Gave in fit words his order out; +For he would seek the shade +Of the great distant wood, and there +Win his dear brother with his prayer: +“Sumantra, haste! my will declare +The host be all arrayed. +I to the wood my way will take, +To Rama supplication make, +And for the world's advantage sake, +Will lead him home again.” +Then, ordered thus, the charioteer +Who listened with delighted ear, +Went forth and gave his orders clear +To captains of the train. +He gave the popular chiefs the word, +And with the news his friends he stirred, +And not a single man deferred +Preparing for the road. +Then Brahman, Warrior, Merchant, thrall, +Obedient to Sumantra's call, +Each in his house arose, and all +Yoked elephant or camel tall, +Or ass or noble steed in stall, +And full appointed showed. +Canto LXXXIII. The Journey Begun. +Then Bharat rose at early morn, +And in his noble chariot borne +Drove forward at a rapid pace +Eager to look on Rama's face. +The priests and lords, a fair array, +In sun-bright chariots led the way. +Behind, a well appointed throng, +Nine thousand elephants streamed along. +Then sixty thousand cars, and then, +With various arms, came fighting men. +A hundred thousand archers showed +In lengthened line the steeds they rode— +A mighty host, the march to grace +Of Bharat, pride of Raghu's race. +Kaikeyí and Sumitra came, +And good Kauśalya, dear to fame: +By hopes of Rama's coming cheered +They in a radiant car appeared. +On fared the noble host to see +Rama and Lakshman, wild with glee, +And still each other's ear to please, +Of Rama spoke in words like these: +“When shall our happy eyes behold +Our hero true, and pure, and bold, +So lustrous dark, so strong of arm, +Who keeps the world from woe and harm? +The tears that now our eyeballs dim +Will vanish at the sight of him, +As the whole world's black shadows fly +When the bright sun ascends the sky.” +Conversing thus their way pursued +The city's joyous multitude, +And each in mutual rapture pressed +A friend or neighbour to his breast. +Thus every man of high renown, +And every merchant of the town, +And leading subjects, joyous went +Toward Rama in his banishment. +And those who worked the potter's wheel, +And artists skilled in gems to deal; +And masters of the weaver's art, +And those who shaped the sword and dart; +And they who golden trinkets made, +And those who plied the fuller's trade; +And servants trained the bath to heat, +And they who dealt in incense sweet; +Physicians in their business skilled, +And those who wine and mead distilled; +And workmen deft in glass who wrought, +And those whose snares the peacock caught; +With them who bored the ear for rings, +Or sawed, or fashioned ivory things; +And those who knew to mix cement, +Or lived by sale of precious scent; +And men who washed, and men who sewed, +And thralls who mid the herds abode; +And fishers of the flood, and they +Who played and sang, and women gay; +And virtuous Brahmans, Scripture-wise, +Of life approved in all men's eyes; +These swelled the prince's lengthened train, +Borne each in car or bullock wain. +Fair were the robes they wore upon +Their limbs where red-hued unguents shone. +These all in various modes conveyed +Their journey after Bharat made; +The soldiers' hearts with rapture glowed, +Following Bharat on his road, +Their chief whose tender love would fain +Bring his dear brother home again. +With elephant, and horse, and car, +The vast procession travelled far, +[pg 192] +And came where Ganga's waves below +The town of Śringavera361 flow. +There, with his friends and kinsmen nigh, +Dwelt Guha, Rama's dear ally, +Heroic guardian of the land +With dauntless heart and ready hand. +There for a while the mighty force +That followed Bharat stayed its course, +Gazing on Ganga's bosom stirred +By many a graceful water-bird. +When Bharat viewed his followers there, +And Ganga's water, blest and fair, +The prince, who lore of words possessed, +His councillors and lords addressed: +“The captains of the army call: +Proclaim this day a halt for all, +That so to-morrow, rested, we +May cross this flood that seeks the sea. +Meanwhile, descending to the shore, +The funeral stream I fain would pour +From Ganga's fair auspicious tide +To him, my father glorified.” +Thus Bharat spoke: each peer and lord +Approved his words with one accord, +And bade the weary troops repose +In separate spots where'er they chose. +There by the mighty stream that day, +Most glorious in its vast array +The prince's wearied army lay +In various groups reclined. +There Bharat's hours of night were spent, +While every eager thought he bent +On bringing home from banishment +His brother, great of mind. +Canto LXXXIV. Guha's Anger. +King Guha saw the host spread o'er +The wide expanse of Ganga's shore, +With waving flag and pennon graced, +And to his followers spoke in haste: +“A mighty army meets my eyes, +That rivals Ocean's self in size: +Where'er I look my very mind +No limit to the host can find. +Sure Bharat with some evil thought +His army to our land has brought. +See, huge of form, his flag he rears, +That like an Ebony-tree appears. +He comes with bonds to take and chain, +Or triumph o'er our people slain: +And after, Rama will he slay,— +Him whom his father drove away: +The power complete he longs to gain, +And—task too hard—usurp the reign. +So Bharat comes with wicked will +His brother Rama's blood to spill. +But Rama's slave and friend am I; +He is my lord and dear ally. +Keep here your watch in arms arrayed +Near Ganga's flood to lend him aid, +And let my gathered servants stand +And line with troops the river strand. +Here let the river keepers meet, +Who flesh and roots and berries eat; +A hundred fishers man each boat +Of the five hundred here afloat, +And let the youthful and the strong +Assemble in defensive throng. +But yet, if, free from guilty thought +'Gainst Rama, he this land have sought, +The prince's happy host to-day +Across the flood shall make its way.” +He spoke: then bearing in a dish +A gift of honey, meat, and fish, +The king of the Nishadas drew +Toward Bharat for an interview. +When Bharat's noble charioteer +Observed the monarch hastening near, +He duly, skilled in courteous lore, +The tidings to his master bore: +“This aged prince who hither bends +His footsteps with a thousand friends, +Knows, firm ally of Rama, all +That may in Danḍak wood befall: +Therefore, Kakutstha's son, admit +The monarch, as is right and fit: +For doubtless he can clearly tell +Where Rama now and Lakshman dwell.” +When Bharat heard Sumantra's rede, +To his fair words the prince agreed: +“Go quickly forth,” he cried, “and bring +Before my face the aged king.” +King Guha, with his kinsmen near, +Rejoiced the summoning to hear: +He nearer drew, bowed low his head, +And thus to royal Bharat said: +“No mansions can our country boast, +And unexpected comes thy host: +But what we have I give thee all: +Rest in the lodging of thy thrall. +See, the Nishadas here have brought +The fruit and roots their hands have sought: +And we have woodland fare beside, +And store of meat both fresh and dried. +To rest their weary limbs, I pray +This night at least thy host may stay: +Then cheered with all we can bestow +To-morrow thou with it mayst go.” +Canto LXXXV. Guha And Bharat. +Thus the Nishadas' king besought: +The prince with spirit wisdom-fraught +[pg 193] +Replied in seemly words that blent +Deep matter with the argument: +“Thou, friend of him whom I revere, +With honours high hast met me here, +For thou alone wouldst entertain +And feed to-day so vast a train.” +In such fair words the prince replied, +Then, pointing to the path he cried: +“Which way aright will lead my feet +To Bharadvaja's calm retreat; +For all this land near Ganga's streams +Pathless and hard to traverse seems?” +Thus spoke the prince: King Guha heard +Delighted every prudent word, +And gazing on that forest wide, +Raised suppliant hands, and thus replied: +“My servants, all the ground who know, +O glorious Prince, with thee shall go +With constant care thy way to guide, +And I will journey by thy side. +But this thy host so wide dispread +Wakes in my heart one doubt and dread, +Lest, threatening Rama good and great, +Ill thoughts thy journey stimulate.” +But when King Guha, ill at ease, +Declared his fear in words like these, +As pure as is the cloudless sky +With soft voice Bharat made reply: +“Suspect me not: ne'er come the time +For me to plot so foul a crime! +He is my eldest brother, he +Is like a father dear to me. +I go to lead my brother thence +Who makes the wood his residence. +No thought but this thy heart should frame: +This simple truth my lips proclaim.” +Then with glad cheer King Guha cried, +With Bharat's answer gratified: +“Blessed art thou: on earth I see +None who may vie, O Prince, with thee, +Who canst of thy free will resign +The kingdom which unsought is thine. +For this, a name that ne'er shall die, +Thy glory through the worlds shall fly, +Who fain wouldst balm thy brother's pain +And lead the exile home again.” +As Guha thus, and Bharat, each +To other spoke in friendly speech, +The Day-God sank with glory dead, +And night o'er all the sky was spread. +Soon as King Guha's thoughtful care +Had quartered all the army there, +Well honoured, Bharat laid his head +Beside Śatrughna on a bed. +But grief for Rama yet oppressed +High-minded Bharat's faithful breast— +Such torment little was deserved +By him who ne'er from duty swerved. +The fever raged through every vein +And burnt him with its inward pain: +So when in woods the flames leap free +The fire within consumes the tree. +From heat of burning anguish sprung +The sweat upon his body hung, +As when the sun with fervid glow +On high Himalaya melts the snow. +As, banished from the herd, a bull +Wanders alone and sorrowful. +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. +Canto LXXXVI. Guha's Speech. +Guha the king, acquainted well +With all that in the wood befell, +To Bharat the unequalled told +The tale of Lakshman mighty-souled: +“With many an earnest word I spake +To Lakshman as he stayed awake, +And with his bow and shaft in hand +To guard his brother kept his stand: +“Now sleep a little, Lakshman, see +This pleasant bed is strewn for thee: +Hereon thy weary body lay, +And strengthen thee with rest, I pray, +Inured to toil are men like these, +But thou hast aye been nursed in ease. +Rest, duteous-minded! I will keep +My watch while Rama lies asleep: +For in the whole wide world is none +Dearer to me than Raghu's son. +Harbour no doubt or jealous fear: +I speak the truth with heart sincere: +For from the grace which he has shown +Will glory on my name be thrown: +Great store of merit shall I gain, +And duteous, form no wish in vain. +Let me enforced by many a row +Of followers, armed with shaft and bow +For well-loved Rama's weal provide +Who lies asleep by Síta's side. +For through this wood I often go, +And all its shades conceal I know: +And we with conquering arms can meet +A four-fold host arrayed complete.” +“With words like these I spoke, designed +To move the high-souled Bharat's mind, +But he upon his duty bent, +Plied his persuasive argument: +“O, how can slumber close mine eyes +When lowly couched with Síta lies +The royal Rama? can I give +My heart to joy, or even live? +He whom no mighty demon, no, +Nor heavenly God can overthrow, +See, Guha, how he lies, alas, +[pg 194] +With Síta couched on gathered grass. +By varied labours, long, severe, +By many a prayer and rite austere, +He, Daśaratha's cherished son, +By Fortune stamped, from Heaven was won. +Now as his son is forced to fly, +The king ere long will surely die: +Reft of his guardian hand, forlorn +In widowed grief this land will mourn. +E'en now perhaps, with toil o'erspent, +The women cease their loud lament, +And cries of woe no longer ring +Throughout the palace of the king. +But ah for sad Kauśalya! how +Fare she and mine own mother now? +How fares the king? this night, I think, +Some of the three in death will sink. +With hopes upon Śatrughna set +My mother may survive as yet, +But the sad queen will die who bore +The hero, for her grief is sore. +His cherished wish that would have made +Dear Rama king, so long delayed, +“Too late! too late!” the king will cry, +And conquered by his misery die. +When Fate has brought the mournful day +Which sees my father pass away, +How happy in their lives are they +Allowed his funeral rites to pay. +Our exile o'er, with him who ne'er +Turns from the oath his lips may swear, +May we returning safe and well +gain in fair Ayodhya dwell.” +Thus Bharat stood with many a sigh +Lamenting, and the night went by. +Soon as the morning light shone fair +In votive coils both bound their hair. +And then I sent them safely o'er +And left them on the farther shore. +With Síta then they onward passed, +Their coats of bark about them cast, +Their locks like hermits' bound, +The mighty tamers of the foe, +Each with his arrows and his bow, +Went over the rugged ground, +Proud in their strength and undeterred +Like elephants that lead the herd, +And gazing oft around.” +Canto LXXXVII. Guha's Story. +That speech of Guha Bharat heard +With grief and tender pity stirred, +And as his ears the story drank, +Deep in his thoughtful heart it sank. +His large full eyes in anguish rolled, +His trembling limbs grew stiff and cold; +Then fell he, like a tree uptorn, +In woe too grievous to be borne. +When Guha saw the long-armed chief +Whose eye was like a lotus leaf, +With lion shoulders strong and fair, +High-mettled, prostrate in despair,— +Pale, bitterly afflicted, he +Reeled as in earthquake reels a tree. +But when Śatrughna standing nigh +Saw his dear brother helpless lie, +Distraught with woe his head he bowed, +Embraced him oft and wept aloud. +Then Bharat's mothers came, forlorn +Of their dear king, with fasting worn, +And stood with weeping eyes around +The hero prostrate on the ground. +Kauśalya, by her woe oppressed, +The senseless Bharat's limbs caressed, +As a fond cow in love and fear +Caresses oft her youngling dear: +Then yielding to her woe she said, +Weeping and sore disquieted: +“What torments, O my son, are these +Of sudden pain or swift disease? +The lives of us and all the line +Depend, dear child, on only thine. +Rama and Lakshman forced to flee, +I live by naught but seeing thee: +For as the king has past away +Thou art my only help to-day. +Hast thou, perchance, heard evil news +Of Lakshman, which thy soul subdues, +Or Rama dwelling with his spouse— +My all is he—neath forest boughs?” +Then slowly gathering sense and strength +The weeping hero rose at length, +And words like these to Guha spake, +That bade Kauśalya comfort take: +“Where lodged the prince that night? and where +Lakshman the brave, and Síta fair? +Show me the couch whereon he lay, +Tell me the food he ate, I pray.” +Then Guha the Nishadas' king +Replied to Bharat's questioning: +“Of all I had I brought the best +To serve my good and honoured guest +Food of each varied kind I chose, +And every fairest fruit that grows. +Rama the hero truly brave +Declined the gift I humbly gave: +His Warrior part he ne'er forgot, +And what I brought accepted not: +“No gifts, my friend, may we accept: +Our law is, Give, and must be kept.” +The high-souled chief, O Monarch, thus +With gracious words persuaded us. +Then calm and still, absorbed in thought, +He drank the water Lakshman brought, +And then, obedient to his vows, +He fasted with his gentle spouse. +So Lakshman too from food abstained, +[pg 195] +And sipped the water that remained: +Then with ruled lips, devoutly staid, +The three362 their evening worship paid. +Then Lakshman with unwearied care +Brought heaps of sacred grass, and there +With his own hands he quickly spread, +For Rama's rest, a pleasant bed, +And faithful Síta's too, where they +Reclining each by other lay. +Then Lakshman bathed their feet, and drew +A little distance from the two. +Here stands the tree which lent them shade, +Here is the grass beneath it laid, +Where Rama and his consort spent +The night together ere they went. +Lakshman, whose arms the foeman quell, +Watched all the night as sentinel, +And kept his great bow strung: +His hand was gloved, his arm was braced, +Two well-filled quivers at his waist, +With deadly arrows, hung. +I took my shafts and trusty bow, +And with that tamer of the foe +Stood ever wakeful near, +And with my followers, bow in hand, +Behind me ranged, a ready band, +Kept watch o'er Indra's peer.” +Canto LXXXVIII. The Ingudí Tree. +When Bharat with each friend and peer +Had heard that tale so full and clear, +They went together to the tree +The bed which Rama pressed to see. +Then Bharat to his mothers said: +“Behold the high-souled hero's bed: +These tumbled heaps of grass betray +Where he that night with Síta lay: +Unmeet, the heir of fortune high +Thus on the cold bare earth should lie, +The monarch's son, in counsel sage, +Of old imperial lineage. +That lion-lord whose noble bed +With finest skins of deer was spread,— +How can he now endure to press +The bare earth, cold and comfortless! +This sudden fall from bliss to grief +Appears untrue, beyond belief: +My senses are distraught: I seem +To view the fancies of a dream. +There is no deity so great, +No power in heaven can master Fate, +If Rama, Daśaratha's heir, +Lay on the ground and slumbered there; +And lovely Síta, she who springs +From fair Videha's ancient kings, +Rama's dear wife, by all adored, +Lay on the earth beside her lord. +Here was his couch, upon this heap +He tossed and turned in restless sleep: +On the hard soil each manly limb +Has stamped the grass with signs of him. +That night, it seems, fair Síta spent +Arrayed in every ornament, +For here and there my eyes behold +Small particles of glistering gold. +She laid her outer garment here, +For still some silken threads appear, +How dear in her devoted eyes +Must be the bed where Rama lies, +Where she so tender could repose +And by his side forget her woes. +Alas, unhappy, guilty me! +For whom the prince was forced to flee, +And chief of Raghu's sons and best, +A bed like this with Síta pressed. +Son of a royal sire whose hand +Ruled paramount o'er every land, +Could he who every joy bestows, +Whose body like the lotus shows, +The friend of all, who charms the sight, +Whose flashing eyes are darkly bright, +Leave the dear kingdom, his by right, +Unmeet for woe, the heir of bliss, +And lie upon a bed like this? +Great joy and happy fate are thine, +O Lakshman, marked with each fair sign, +Whose faithful footsteps follow still +Thy brother in his hour of ill. +And blest is Síta, nobly good, +Who dwells with Rama in the wood. +Ours is, alas, a doubtful fate +Of Rama reft and desolate. +My royal sire has gained the skies, +In woods the high-souled hero lies; +The state is wrecked and tempest-tossed, +A vessel with her rudder lost. +Yet none in secret thought has planned +With hostile might to seize the land: +Though forced in distant wilds to dwell, +The hero's arm protects it well. +Unguarded, with deserted wall, +No elephant or steed in stall, +My father's royal city shows +Her portals open to her foes, +Of bold protectors reft and bare, +Defenceless in her dark despair: +But still her foes the wish restrain, +As men from poisoned cates refrain. +I from this hour my nights will pass +Couched on the earth or gathered grass, +Eat only fruit and roots, and wear +A coat of bark, and matted hair. +I in the woods will pass, content, +For him the term of banishment; +So shall I still unbroken save +The promise which the hero gave. +[pg 196] +While I remain for Rama there, +Śatrughna will my exile share, +And Rama in his home again, +With Lakshman, o'er Ayodhya reign, +for him, to rule and guard the state, +The twice-born men shall consecrate. +O, may the Gods I serve incline +To grant this earnest wish of mine! +If when I bow before his feet +And with all moving arts entreat, +He still deny my prayer, +Then with my brother will I live: +He must, he must permission give, +Roaming in forests there.” +Canto LXXXIX. The Passage Of Ganga. +That night the son of Raghu lay +On Ganga's bank till break of day: +Then with the earliest light he woke +And thus to brave Śatrughna spoke. +“Rise up, Śatrughna, from thy bed: +Why sleepest thou the night is fled. +See how the sun who chases night +Wakes every lotus with his light. +Arise, arise, and first of all +The lord of Śringavera call, +For he his friendly aid will lend +Our army o'er the flood to send.” +Thus urged, Śatrughna answered: “I, +Remembering Rama, sleepless lie.” +As thus the brothers, each to each, +The lion-mettled, ended speech, +Came Guha, the Nishadas' king, +And spoke with kindly questioning: +“Hast thou in comfort passed,” he cried, +“The night upon the river side? +With thee how fares it? and are these, +Thy soldiers, healthy and at ease?” +Thus the Nishadas' lord inquired +In gentle words which love inspired, +And Bharat, Rama's faithful slave, +Thus to the king his answer gave: +“The night has sweetly passed, and we +Are highly honoured, King, by thee. +Now let thy servants boats prepare, +Our army o'er the stream to bear.” +The speech of Bharat Guha heard, +And swift to do his bidding stirred. +Within the town the monarch sped +And to his ready kinsmen said: +“Awake, each kinsman, rise, each friend! +May every joy your lives attend. +Gather each boat upon the shore +And ferry all the army o'er.” +Thus Guha spoke: nor they delayed, +But, rising quick, their lord obeyed, +And soon, from every side secured, +Five hundred boats were ready moored. +Some reared aloft the mystic sign,363 +And mighty bells were hung in line: +Of firmest build, gay flags they bore, +And sailors for the helm and oar. +One such King Guha chose, whereon, +Of fair white cloth, an awning shone, +And sweet musicians charmed the ear,— +And bade his servants urge it near. +Then Bharat swiftly sprang on board, +And then Śatrughna, famous lord, +To whom, with many a royal dame, +Kauśalya and Sumitra came. +The household priest went first in place, +The elders, and the Brahman race, +And after them the monarch's train +Of women borne in many a wain. +Then high to heaven the shouts of those +Who fired the army's huts,364 arose, +With theirs who bathed along the shore, +Or to the boats the baggage bore. +Full freighted with that mighty force +The boats sped swiftly on their course, +By royal Guha's servants manned, +And gentle gales the banners fanned. +Some boats a crowd of dames conveyed, +In others noble coursers neighed; +Some chariots and their cattle bore, +Some precious wealth and golden store. +Across the stream each boat was rowed, +There duly disembarked its load, +And then returning on its way, +Sped here and there in merry play. +Then swimming elephants appeared +With flying pennons high upreared. +And as the drivers urged them o'er, +The look of winged mountains wore. +Some men in barges reached the strand, +Others on rafts came safe to land: +Some buoyed with pitchers crossed the tide, +And others on their arms relied. +Thus with the help the monarch gave +The army crossed pure Ganga's wave: +Then in auspicious hour it stood +Within Prayaga's famous wood. +The prince with cheering words addressed +His weary men, and bade them rest +Where'er they chose and he, +With priest and deacon by his side, +To Bharadvaja's dwelling hied +That best of saints to see. +[pg 197] +Canto XC. The Hermitage. +The prince of men a league away +Saw where the hermit's dwelling lay, +Then with his lords his path pursued, +And left his warrior multitude. +On foot, as duty taught his mind, +He left his warlike gear behind; +Two robes of linen cloth he wore, +And bade Vaśishṭha walk before. +Then Bharat from his lords withdrew +When Bharadvaja came in view, +And toward the holy hermit went +Behind Vaśishṭha, reverent. +When Bharadvaja, saint austere, +Saw good Vaśishṭha drawing near, +He cried, upspringing from his seat, +“The grace-gift bring, my friend to greet.” +When Saint Vaśishṭha near him drew, +And Bharat paid the reverence due, +The glorious hermit was aware +That Daśaratha's son was there. +The grace-gift, water for their feet +He gave, and offered fruit to eat; +Then, duty-skilled, with friendly speech +In seemly order questioned each: +“How fares it in Ayodhya now +With treasury and army? how +With kith and kin and friends most dear, +With councillor, and prince, and peer?” +But, for he knew the king was dead, +Of Daśaratha naught he said. +Vaśishṭha and the prince in turn +Would of the hermit's welfare learn: +Of holy fires they fain would hear, +Of pupils, trees, and birds, and deer. +The glorious saint his answer made +That all was well in holy shade: +Then love of Rama moved his breast, +And thus he questioned of his guest: +“Why art thou here, O Prince, whose band +With kingly sway protects the land? +Declare the cause, explain the whole, +For yet some doubt disturbs my soul. +He whom Kauśalya bare, whose might +The foemen slays, his line's delight, +He who with wife and brother sent +Afar now roam in banishment, +Famed prince, to whom his father spake +This order for a woman's sake: +“Away! and in the forest spend +Thy life till fourteen years shall end”— +Has thou the wish to harm him, bent +On sin against the innocent? +Wouldst thou thine elder's realm enjoy +Without a thorn that can annoy?” +With sobbing voice and tearful eye +Thus Bharat sadly made reply: +“Ah lost am I, if thou, O Saint, +Canst thus in thought my heart attaint: +No warning charge from thee I need; +Ne'er could such crime from me proceed. +The words my guilty mother spake +When fondly jealous for my sake— +Think not that I, to triumph moved, +Those words approve or e'er approved. +O Hermit, I have sought this place +To win the lordly hero's grace, +To throw me at my brother's feet +And lead him to his royal seat. +To this, my journey's aim and end, +Thou shouldst, O Saint, thy favour lend: +Where is the lord of earth? do thou, +Most holy, say, where roams he now?” +Then, by the saint Vaśishṭha pressed, +And all the gathered priests beside, +To Bharat's dutiful request +The hermit graciously replied: +“Worthy of thee, O Prince, this deed, +True son of Raghu's ancient seed. +I know thee reverent, well-controlled, +The glory of the good of old. +I grant thy prayer: in this pursuit +I know thy heart is resolute. +'Tis for thy sake those words I said +That wider still thy fame may spread. +I know where Rama, duty-tried, +His brother, and his wife abide. +Where Chitrakúṭa's heights arise +Thy brother Rama's dwelling lies. +Go thither with the morning's light, +And stay with all thy lords tonight: +For I would show thee honour high, +And do not thou my wish deny.” +Canto XCI. Bharadvaja's Feast. +Soon as he saw the prince's mind +To rest that day was well inclined, +He sought Kaikeyí's son to please +With hospitable courtesies. +Then Bharat to the saint replied: +“Our wants are more than satisfied. +The gifts which honoured strangers greet, +And water for our weary feet +Hast thou bestowed with friendly care, +And every choice of woodland fare.” +Then Bharadvaja spoke, a smile +Playing upon his lips the while: +“I know, dear Prince, thy friendly mind +Will any fare sufficient find, +But gladly would I entertain +And banquet all thine armed train: +Such is my earnest wish: do thou +This longing of my heart allow, +Why hast thou hither bent thy way, +And made thy troops behind thee stay? +[pg 198] +Why unattended? couldst thou not +With friends and army seek this spot?” +Bharat, with reverent hands raised high, +To that great hermit made reply: +“My troops, for awe of thee, O Sage, +I brought not to thy hermitage: +Troops of a king or monarch's son +A hermit's home should ever shun. +Behind me comes a mighty train +Wide spreading o'er the ample plain, +Where every chief and captain leads +Men, elephants, and mettled steeds. +I feared, O reverend Sage, lest these +Might harm the holy ground and trees, +Springs might be marred and cots o'erthrown, +So with the priests I came alone.” +“Bring all thy host,” the hermit cried, +And Bharat, to his joy, complied. +Then to the chapel went the sire, +Where ever burnt the sacred fire, +And first, in order due, with sips +Of water purified his lips: +To Viśvakarma, then he prayed, +His hospitable feast to aid: +“Let Viśvakarma hear my call, +The God who forms and fashions all: +A mighty banquet I provide, +Be all my wants this day supplied. +Lord Indra at their head, the three365 +Who guard the worlds I call to me: +A mighty host this day I feed, +Be now supplied my every need. +Let all the streams that eastward go, +And those whose waters westering flow, +Both on the earth and in the sky, +Flow hither and my wants supply. +Be some with ardent liquor filled, +And some with wine from flowers distilled, +While some their fresh cool streams retain +Sweet as the juice of sugar-cane. +I call the Gods, I call the band +Of minstrels that around them stand: +I call the Haha and Huhú, +I call the sweet Viśvavasu, +I call the heavenly wives of these +With all the bright Apsarases, +Alambúsha of beauty rare, +The charmer of the tangled hair, +Ghritachí and Viśvachi fair, +Hema and Bhíma sweet to view, +And lovely Nagadanta too, +And all the sweetest nymphs who stand +By Indra or by Brahma's hand— +I summon these with all their train +And Tumburu to lead the strain. +Here let Kuvera's garden rise +Which far in Northern Kuru366 lies: +For leaves let cloth and gems entwine, +And let its fruit be nymphs divine. +Let Soma367 give the noblest food +To feed the mighty multitude, +Of every kind, for tooth and lip, +To chew, to lick, to suck, and sip. +Let wreaths, where fairest flowers abound, +Spring from the trees that bloom around. +Each sort of wine to woo the taste, +And meats of every kind be placed.” +Thus spake the hermit self-restrained, +With proper tone by rules ordained, +On deepest meditation bent, +In holy might preëminent. +Then as with hands in reverence raised +Absorbed in thought he eastward gazed, +The deities he thus addressed +Came each in semblance manifest. +Delicious gales that cooled the frame +From Malaya and Dardar came, +That kissed those scented hills and threw +Auspicious fragrance where they blew. +Then falling fast in sweetest showers +Came from the sky immortal flowers, +And all the airy region round +With heavenly drums was made to sound. +Then breathed a soft celestial breeze, +Then danced the bright Apsarases, +The minstrels and the Gods advanced, +And warbling lutes the soul entranced. +The earth and sky that music filled, +And through each ear it softly thrilled, +As from the heavenly quills it fell +With time and tune attempered well. +Soon as the minstrels ceased to play +And airs celestial died away, +The troops of Bharat saw amazed +What Viśvakarma's art had raised. +On every side, five leagues around, +All smooth and level lay the ground, +With fresh green grass that charmed the sight +Like sapphires blent with lazulite. +There the Wood-apple hung its load, +The Mango and the Citron glowed, +The Bel and scented Jak were there, +And Apela with fruitage fair. +There, brought from Northern Kuru, stood +Rich in delights, the glorious wood, +And many a stream was seen to glide +[pg 199] +With flowering trees along its side. +There mansions rose with four wide halls, +And elephants and chargers' stalls, +And many a house of royal state, +Triumphal arc and bannered gate. +With noble doorways, sought the sky, +Like a pale cloud, a palace high, +Which far and wide rare fragrance shed, +With wreaths of white engarlanded. +Square was its shape, its halls were wide, +With many a seat and couch supplied, +Drink of all kinds, and every meat +Such as celestial Gods might eat. +Then at the bidding of the seer +Kaikeyí's strong-armed son drew near, +And passed within that fair abode +Which with the noblest jewels glowed. +Then, as Vaśishṭha led the way, +The councillors, in due array, +Followed delighted and amazed +And on the glorious structure gazed. +Then Bharat, Raghu's son, drew near +The kingly throne, with prince and peer, +Whereby the chouri in the shade +Of the white canopy was laid. +Before the throne he humbly bent +And honoured Rama, reverent, +Then in his hand the chouri bore, +And sat where sits a councillor. +His ministers and household priest +Sat by degrees from chief to least, +Then sat the captain of the host +And all the men he honoured most. +Then when the saint his order gave, +Each river with enchanted wave +Rolled milk and curds divinely sweet +Before the princely Bharat's feet; +And dwellings fair on either side, +With gay white plaster beautified, +Their heavenly roofs were seen to lift, +The Brahman Bharadvaja's gift. +Then straight by Lord Kuvera sent, +Gay with celestial ornament +Of bright attire and jewels' shine, +Came twenty thousand nymphs divine: +The man on whom those beauties glanced +That moment felt his soul entranced. +With them from Nandan's blissful shades +Came twenty thousand heavenly maids. +Tumburu, Narad, Gopa came, +And Sutanu, like radiant flame, +The kings of the Gandharva throng, +And ravished Bharat with their song. +Then spoke the saint, and swift obeyed +Alambúsha, the fairest maid, +And Miśrakeśí bright to view, +Ramana, Punḍríka too, +And danced to him with graceful ease +The dances of Apsarases. +All chaplets that by Gods are worn, +Or Chaitraratha's graves adorn, +Bloomed by the saint's command arrayed +On branches in Prayaga's shade. +When at the saint's command the breeze +Made music with the Vilva trees, +To wave in rhythmic beat began +The boughs of each Myrobolan, +And holy fig-trees wore the look +Of dancers, as their leaflets shook. +The fair Tamala, palm, and pine, +With trees that tower and plants that twine, +The sweetly varying forms displayed +Of stately dame or bending maid. +Here men the foaming winecup quaffed, +Here drank of milk full many a draught, +And tasted meats of every kind, +Well dressed, whatever pleased their mind. +Then beauteous women, seven or eight, +Stood ready by each man to wait: +Beside the stream his limbs they stripped +And in the cooling water dipped. +And then the fair ones, sparkling eyed, +With soft hands rubbed his limbs and dried, +And sitting on the lovely bank +Held up the winecup as he drank. +Nor did the grooms forget to feed +Camel and mule and ox and steed, +For there were stores of roasted grain, +Of honey and of sugar-cane. +So fast the wild excitement spread +Among the warriors Bharat led, +That all the mighty army through +The groom no more his charger knew, +And he who drove might seek in vain +To tell his elephant again. +With every joy and rapture fired, +Entranced with all the heart desired, +The myriads of the host that night +Revelled delirious with delight. +Urged by the damsels at their side +In wild delight the warriors cried: +“Ne'er will we seek Ayodhya, no, +Nor yet to Danḍak forest go: +Here will we stay: may happy fate +On Bharat and on Rama wait.” +Thus cried the army gay and free +Exulting in their lawless glee, +Both infantry and those who rode +On elephants, or steeds bestrode, +Ten thousand voices shouting, “This +Is heaven indeed for perfect bliss.” +With garlands decked they idly strayed, +And danced and laughed and sang and played. +At length as every soldier eyed, +With food like Amrit satisfied, +Each dainty cate and tempting meat, +No longer had he care to eat. +Thus soldier, servant, dame, and slave +Received whate'er the wish might crave. +As each in new-wrought clothes arrayed +Enjoyed the feast before him laid. +[pg 200] +Each man was seen in white attire +Unstained by spot or speck of mire: +None was athirst or hungry there, +And none had dust upon his hair. +On every side in woody dells +Was milky food in bubbling wells, +And there were all-supplying cows +And honey dropping from the boughs. +Nor wanted lakes of flower-made drink +With piles of meat upon the brink, +Boiled, stewed, and roasted, varied cheer, +Peachick and jungle-fowl and deer, +There was the flesh of kid and boar, +And dainty sauce in endless store, +With juice of flowers concocted well, +And soup that charmed the taste and smell, +And pounded fruits of bitter taste, +And many a bath was ready placed +Down by each river's shelving side +There stood great basins well supplied, +And laid therein, of dazzling sheen, +White brushes for the teeth were seen, +And many a covered box wherein +Was sandal powdered for the skin. +And mirrors bright with constant care, +And piles of new attire were there, +And store of sandals and of shoes, +Thousands of pairs, for all to choose: +Eye-unguents, combs for hair and beard, +Umbrellas fair and bows appeared. +Lakes gleamed, that lent digestive aid,368 +And some for pleasant bathing made, +With waters fair, and smooth incline +For camels, horses, mules, and kine. +There saw they barley heaped on high +The countless cattle to supply: +The golden grain shone fair and bright +As sapphires or the lazulite. +To all the gathered host it seemed +As if that magic scene they dreamed, +And wonder, as they gazed, increased +At Bharadvaja's glorious feast. +Thus in the hermit's grove they spent +That night in joy and merriment, +Blest as the Gods who take their ease +Under the shade of Nandan's trees. +Each minstrel bade the saint adieu, +And to his blissful mansion flew, +And every stream and heavenly dame +Returned as swiftly as she came. +Canto XCII. Bharat's Farewell. +So Bharat with his army spent +The watches of the night content, +And gladly, with the morning's light +Drew near his host the anchorite. +When Bharadvaja saw him stand +With hand in reverence joined to hand, +When fires of worship had been fed, +He looked upon the prince and said: +“O blameless son, I pray thee tell, +Did the past night content thee well? +Say if the feast my care supplied +Thy host of followers gratified.” +His hands he joined, his head he bent +And spoke in answer reverent +To the most high and radiant sage +Who issued from his hermitage: +“Well have I passed the night: thy feast +Gave joy to every man and beast; +And I, great lord, and every peer +Were satisfied with sumptuous cheer, +Thy banquet has delighted all +From highest chief to meanest thrall, +And rich attire and drink and meat +Banished the thought of toil and heat. +And now, O Hermit good and great, +A boon of thee I supplicate. +To Rama's side my steps I bend: +Do thou with friendly eye commend. +O tell me how to guide my feet +To virtuous Rama's lone retreat: +Great Hermit, I entreat thee, say +How far from here and which the way.” +Thus by fraternal love inspired +The chieftain of the saint inquired: +Then thus replied the glorious seer +Of matchless might, of vows austere: +“Ere the fourth league from here be passed, +Amid a forest wild and vast, +Stands Chitrakúṭa's mountain tall, +Lovely with wood and waterfall. +North of the mountain thou wilt see +The beauteous stream Mandakiní, +Where swarm the waterfowl below, +And gay trees on the margin grow. +Then will a leafy cot between +The river and the hill be seen: +'Tis Rama's, and the princely pair +Of brothers live for certain there. +Hence to the south thine army lead, +And then more southward still proceed, +So shalt thou find his lone retreat, +And there the son of Raghu meet.” +Soon as the ordered march they knew, +The widows of the monarch flew, +Leaving their cars, most meet to ride, +And flocked to Bharadvaja's side. +There with the good Sumitra Queen +Kauśalya, sad and worn, was seen, +Caressing, still with sorrow faint, +The feet of that illustrious saint, +Kaikeyí too, her longings crossed, +Reproached of all, her object lost, +Before the famous hermit came, +[pg 201] +And clasped his feet, o'erwhelmed with shame. +With circling steps she humbly went +Around the saint preëminent, +And stood not far from Bharat's side +With heart oppressed, and heavy-eyed. +Then the great seer, who never broke +One holy vow, to Bharat spoke: +“Speak, Raghu's son: I fain would learn +The story of each queen in turn.” +Obedient to the high request +By Bharadvaja thus addressed, +His reverent hands together laid, +He, skilled in speech, his answer made: +“She whom, O Saint, thou seest here +A Goddess in her form appear, +Was the chief consort of the king, +Now worn with fast and sorrowing. +As Aditi in days of yore +The all-preserving Vishnu bore, +Kauśalya bore with happy fate +Lord Rama of the lion's gait. +She who, transfixed with torturing pangs, +On her left arm so fondly hangs, +As when her withering leaves decay +Droops by the wood the Cassia spray, +Sumitra, pained with woe, is she, +The consort second of the three: +Two princely sons the lady bare, +Fair as the Gods in heaven are fair. +And she, the wicked dame through whom +My brothers' lives are wrapped in gloom, +And mourning for his offspring dear, +The king has sought his heavenly sphere,— +Proud, foolish-hearted, swift to ire, +Self-fancied darling of my sire, +Kaikeyí, most ambitious queen, +Unlovely with her lovely mien, +My mother she, whose impious will +Is ever bent on deeds of ill, +In whom the root and spring I see +Of all this woe which crushes me.” +Quick breathing like a furious snake, +With tears and sobs the hero spake, +With reddened eyes aglow with rage. +And Bharadvaja, mighty sage, +Supreme in wisdom, calm and grave, +In words like these good counsel gave: +“O Bharat, hear the words I say; +On her the fault thou must not lay: +For many a blessing yet will spring +From banished Rama's wandering.” +And Bharat, with that promise cheered, +Went circling round that saint revered, +He humbly bade farewell, and then +Gave orders to collect his men. +Prompt at the summons thousands flew +To cars which noble coursers drew, +Bright-gleaming, glorious to behold, +Adorned with wealth of burnished gold. +Then female elephants and male, +Gold-girthed, with flags that wooed the gale, +Marched with their bright bells' tinkling chime +Like clouds when ends the summer time: +Some cars were huge and some were light, +For heavy draught or rapid flight, +Of costly price, of every kind, +With clouds of infantry behind. +The dames, Kauśalya at their head, +Were in the noblest chariots led, +And every gentle bosom beat +With hope the banished prince to meet. +The royal Bharat, glory-crowned, +With all his retinue around, +Borne in a beauteous litter rode, +Like the young moon and sun that glowed. +The army as it streamed along, +Cars, elephants, in endless throng, +Showed, marching on its southward way, +Like autumn clouds in long array. +Canto XCIII. Chitrakúta In Sight. +As through the woods its way pursued +That mighty bannered multitude, +Wild elephants in terror fled +With all the startled herds they led, +And bears and deer were seen on hill, +In forest glade, by every rill. +Wide as the sea from coast to coast, +The high-souled Bharat's mighty host +Covered the earth as cloudy trains +Obscure the sky when fall the rains. +The stately elephants he led, +And countless steeds the land o'erspread, +So closely crowded that between +Their serried ranks no ground was seen. +Then when the host had travelled far, +And steeds were worn who drew the car, +The glorious Bharat thus addressed +Vaśishṭha, of his lords the best: +“The spot, methinks, we now behold +Of which the holy hermit told, +For, as his words described, I trace +Each several feature of the place: +Before us Chitrakúṭa shows, +Mandakiní beside us flows: +Afar umbrageous woods arise +Like darksome clouds that veil the skies. +Now tread these mountain-beasts of mine +On Chitrakúṭa's fair incline. +The trees their rain of blossoms shed +On table-lands beneath them spread, +As from black clouds the floods descend +When the hot days of summer end. +Śatrughna, look, the mountain see +Where heavenly minstrels wander free, +[pg 202] +And horses browse beneath the steep, +Countless as monsters in the deep. +Scared by my host the mountain deer +Starting with tempest speed appear +Like the long lines of cloud that fly +In autumn through the windy sky. +See, every warrior shows his head +With fragrant blooms engarlanded; +All look like southern soldiers who +Lift up their shields of azure hue. +This lonely wood beneath the hill, +That was so dark and drear and still, +Covered with men in endless streams +Now like Ayodhya's city seems. +The dust which countless hoofs excite +Obscures the sky and veils the light; +But see, swift winds those clouds dispel +As if they strove to please me well. +See, guided in their swift career +By many a skilful charioteer, +Those cars by fleetest coursers drawn +Race onward over glade and lawn. +Look, startled as the host comes near +The lovely peacocks fly in fear, +Gorgeous as if the fairest blooms +Of earth had glorified their plumes. +Look where the sheltering covert shows +The trooping deer, both bucks and does, +That occupy in countless herds +This mountain populous with birds. +Most lovely to my mind appears +This place which every charm endears: +Fair as the road where tread the Blest; +Here holy hermits take their rest. +Then let the army onward press +And duly search each green recess +For the two lion-lords, till we +Rama once more and Lakshman see.” +Thus Bharat spoke: and hero bands +Of men with weapons in their hands +Entered the tangled forest: then +A spire of smoke appeared in ken. +Soon as they saw the rising smoke +To Bharat they returned and spoke: +“No fire where men are not: 'tis clear +That Raghu's sons are dwelling here. +Or if not here those heroes dwell +Whose mighty arms their foeman quell, +Still other hermits here must be +Like Rama, true and good as he.” +His ears attentive Bharat lent +To their resistless argument, +Then to his troops the chief who broke +His foe's embattled armies spoke: +“Here let the troops in silence stay; +One step beyond they must not stray. +Come Dhrishṭi and Sumantra, you +With me alone the path pursue.” +Their leader's speech the warriors heard, +And from his place no soldier stirred, +And Bharat bent his eager eyes +Where curling smoke was seen to rise. +The host his order well obeyed, +And halting there in silence stayed +Watching where from the thicket's shade +They saw the smoke appear. +And joy through all the army ran, +“Soon shall we meet,” thought every man, +“The prince we hold so dear.” +Canto XCIV. Chitrakúta. +There long the son of Raghu dwelt +And love for hill and wood he felt. +Then his Videhan spouse to please +And his own heart of woe to ease, +Like some Immortal—Indra so +Might Swarga's charms to Śachí show— +Drew her sweet eyes to each delight +Of Chitrakúṭa's lovely height: +“Though reft of power and kingly sway, +Though friends and home are far away, +I cannot mourn my altered lot, +Enamoured of this charming spot. +Look, darling, on this noble hill +Which sweet birds with their music fill, +Bright with a thousand metal dyes +His lofty summits cleave the skies. +See, there a silvery sheen is spread, +And there like blood the rocks are red. +There shows a streak of emerald green, +And pink and yellow glow between. +There where the higher peaks ascend, +Crystal and flowers and topaz blend, +And others flash their light afar +Like mercury or some fair star: +With such a store of metals dyed +The king of hills is glorified. +There through the wild birds' populous home +The harmless bear and tiger roam: +Hyænas range the woody slopes +With herds of deer and antelopes. +See, love, the trees that clothe his side +All lovely in their summer pride, +In richest wealth of leaves arrayed, +With flower and fruit and light and shade, +Look where the young Rose-apple glows; +What loaded boughs the Mango shows; +See, waving in the western wind +The light leaves of the Tamarind, +And mark that giant Peepul through +The feathery clump of tall bamboo.369 +[pg 203] +Look, on the level lands above, +Delighting in successful love +In sweet enjoyment many a pair +Of heavenly minstrels revels there, +While overhanging boughs support +Their swords and mantles as they sport: +Then see that pleasant shelter where +Play the bright Daughters of the Air.370 +The mountain seems with bright cascade +And sweet rill bursting from the shade, +Like some majestic elephant o'er +Whose burning head the torrents pour. +Where breathes the man who would not feel +Delicious languor o'er him steal, +As the young morning breeze that springs +From the cool cave with balmy wings, +Breathes round him laden with the scent +Of bud and blossom dew-besprent? +If many autumns here I spent +With thee, my darling innocent, +And Lakshman, I should never know +The torture of the fires of woe, +This varied scene so charms my sight, +This mount so fills me with delight, +Where flowers in wild profusion spring, +And ripe fruits glow and sweet birds sing. +My beauteous one, a double good +Springs from my dwelling in the wood: +Loosed is the bond my sire that tied, +And Bharat too is gratified. +My darling, dost thou feel with me +Delight from every charm we see, +Of which the mind and every sense +Feel the enchanting influence? +My fathers who have passed away, +The royal saints, were wont to say, +That life in woodland shades like this +Secures a king immortal bliss. +See, round the hill at random thrown, +Huge masses lie of rugged stone +Of every shape and many a hue, +Yellow and white and red and blue. +But all is fairer still by night: +Each rock reflects a softer light, +When the whole mount from foot to crest +In robes of lambent flame is dressed; +When from a million herbs a blaze +Of their own luminous glory plays, +And clothed in fire each deep ravine, +Each pinnacle and crag is seen. +Some parts the look of mansions wear, +And others are as gardens fair, +While others seem a massive block +Of solid undivided rock. +Behold those pleasant beds o'erlaid +With lotus leaves, for lovers made, +Where mountain birch and costus throw +Cool shadows on the pair below. +See where the lovers in their play +Have cast their flowery wreaths away, +And fruit and lotus buds that crowned +Their brows lie trodden on the ground. +North Kuru's realm is fair to see, +Vasvaukasara,371 Naliní,372 +But rich in fruit and blossom still +More fair is Chitrakúṭa's hill. +Here shall the years appointed glide +With thee, my beauty, by my side, +And Lakshman ever near; +Here shall I live in all delight, +Make my ancestral fame more bright, +Tread in their path who walk aright, +And to my oath adhere.” +Canto XCV. Mandakiní. +Then Rama, like the lotus eyed, +Descended from the mountain side, +And to the Maithil lady showed +The lovely stream that softly flowed. +And thus Ayodhya's lord addressed +His bride, of dames the loveliest, +Child of Videha's king, her face +Bright with the fair moon's tender grace: +“How sweetly glides, O darling, look, +Mandakiní's delightful brook, +Adorned with islets, blossoms gay, +And sarases and swans at play! +[pg 204] +The trees with which her banks are lined +Show flowers and fruit of every kind: +The match in radiant sheen is she +Of King Kuvera's Naliní.373 +My heart exults with pleasure new +The shelving band and ford to view, +Where gathering herds of thirsty deer +Disturb the wave that ran so clear. +Now look, those holy hermits mark +In skins of deer and coats of bark; +With twisted coils of matted hair, +The reverend men are bathing there, +And as they lift their arms on high +The Lord of Day they glorify: +These best of saints, my large-eyed spouse, +Are constant to their sacred vows. +The mountain dances while the trees +Bend their proud summits to the breeze, +And scatter many a flower and bud +From branches that o'erhang the flood. +There flows the stream like lucid pearl, +Round islets here the currents whirl, +And perfect saints from middle air +Are flocking to the waters there. +See, there lie flowers in many a heap +From boughs the whistling breezes sweep, +And others wafted by the gale +Down the swift current dance and sail. +Now see that pair of wild-fowl rise, +Exulting with their joyful cries: +Hark, darling, wafted from afar +How soft their pleasant voices are. +To gaze on Chitrakúṭa's hill, +To look upon this lovely rill, +To bend mine eyes on thee, dear wife, +Is sweeter than my city life. +Come, bathe we in the pleasant rill +Whose dancing waves are never still, +Stirred by those beings pure from sin, +The sanctities who bathe therein: +Come, dearest, to the stream descend, +Approach her as a darling friend, +And dip thee in the silver flood +Which lotuses and lilies stud. +Let this fair hill Ayodhya seem, +Its silvan things her people deem, +And let these waters as they flow +Our own beloved Sarjú show. +How blest, mine own dear love, am I; +Thou, fond and true, art ever nigh, +And duteous, faithful Lakshman stays +Beside me, and my word obeys. +Here every day I bathe me thrice, +Fruit, honey, roots for food suffice, +And ne'er my thoughts with longing stray +To distant home or royal sway. +For who this charming brook can see +Where herds of roedeer wander free, +And on the flowery-wooded brink +Apes, elephants, and lions drink, +Nor feel all sorrow fly?” +Thus eloquently spoke the pride +Of Raghu's children to his bride, +And wandered happy by her side +Where Chitrakúṭa azure-dyed +Uprears his peaks on high. +Canto XCVI. The Magic Shaft.374 +Thus Rama showed to Janak's child +The varied beauties of the wild, +The hill, the brook and each fair spot, +Then turned to seek their leafy cot. +North of the mountain Rama found +A cavern in the sloping ground, +Charming to view, its floor was strown +With many a mass of ore and stone, +In secret shadow far retired +Where gay birds sang with joy inspired, +And trees their graceful branches swayed +With loads of blossom downward weighed. +Soon as he saw the cave which took +Each living heart and chained the look, +Thus Rama spoke to Síta who +Gazed wondering on the silvan view: +“Does this fair cave beneath the height, +Videhan lady, charm thy sight? +Then let us resting here a while +The languor of the way beguile. +That block of stone so smooth and square +Was set for thee to rest on there, +And like a thriving Keśar tree +This flowery shrub o'ershadows thee.” +Thus Rama spoke, and Janak's child, +By nature ever soft and mild, +In tender words which love betrayed +Her answer to the hero made: +“O pride of Raghu's children, still +My pleasure is to do thy will. +Enough for me thy wish to know: +Far hast thou wandered to and fro.” +Thus Síta spake in gentle tone, +And went obedient to the stone, +Of perfect face and faultless limb +Prepared to rest a while with him. +And Rama, as she thus replied, +Turned to his spouse again and cried: +“Thou seest, love, this flowery shade +For silvan creatures' pleasure made, +How the gum streams from trees and plants +Torn by the tusks of elephants! +[pg 205] +Through all the forest clear and high +Resounds the shrill cicala's cry. +Hark how the kite above us moans, +And calls her young in piteous tones; +So may my hapless mother be +Still mourning in her home for me. +There mounted on that lofty Sal +The loud Bhringraj375 repeats his call: +How sweetly now he tunes his throat +Responsive to the Koïl's note. +Or else the bird that now has sung +May be himself the Koïl's young, +Linked with such winning sweetness are +The notes he pours irregular. +See, round the blooming Mango clings +That creeper with her tender rings, +So in thy love, when none is near, +Thine arms are thrown round me, my dear.” +Thus in his joy he cried; and she, +Sweet speaker, on her lover's knee, +Of faultless limb and perfect face, +Grew closer to her lord's embrace. +Reclining in her husband's arms, +A goddess in her wealth of charms, +She filled his loving breast anew +With mighty joy that thrilled him through. +His finger on the rock he laid, +Which veins of sanguine ore displayed, +And painted o'er his darling's eyes +The holy sign in mineral dyes. +Bright on her brow the metal lay +Like the young sun's first gleaming ray, +And showed her in her beauty fair +As the soft light of morning's air. +Then from the Keśar's laden tree +He picked fair blossoms in his glee, +And as he decked each lovely tress, +His heart o'erflowed with happiness. +So resting on that rocky seat +A while they spent in pastime sweet, +Then onward neath the shady boughs +Went Rama with his Maithil spouse. +She roaming in the forest shade +Where every kind of creature strayed +Observed a monkey wandering near, +And clung to Rama's arm in fear. +The hero Rama fondly laced +His mighty arms around her waist, +Consoled his beauty in her dread, +And scared the Monkey till he fled. +That holy mark of sanguine ore +That gleamed on Síta's brow before, +Shone by that close embrace impressed +Upon the hero's ample chest. +Then Síta, when the beast who led +The monkey troop, afar had fled, +Laughed loudly in light-hearted glee +That mark on Rama's chest to see. +A clump of bright Aśokas fired +The forest in their bloom attired: +The restless blossoms as they gleamed +A host of threatening monkeys seemed. +Then Síta thus to Rama cried, +As longingly the flowers she eyed: +“Pride of thy race, now let us go +Where those Aśoka blossoms grow.” +He on his darling's pleasure bent +With his fair goddess thither went +And roamed delighted through the wood +Where blossoming Aśokas stood, +As Śiva with Queen Uma roves +Through Himavan's majestic groves. +Bright with purpureal glow the pair +Of happy lovers sported there, +And each upon the other set +A flower-inwoven coronet. +There many a crown and chain they wove +Of blooms from that Aśoka grove, +And in their graceful sport the two +Fresh beauty o'er the mountain threw. +The lover let his love survey +Each pleasant spot that round them lay, +Then turned they to their green retreat +Where all was garnished, gay, and neat. +By brotherly affection led, +Sumitra's son to meet them sped, +And showed the labours of the day +Done while his brother was away. +There lay ten black-deer duly slain +With arrows pure of poison stain, +Piled in a mighty heap to dry, +With many another carcass nigh. +And Lakshman's brother saw, o'erjoyed, +The work that had his hands employed, +Then to his consort thus he cried: +“Now be the general gifts supplied.” +Then Síta, fairest beauty, placed +The food for living things to taste, +And set before the brothers meat +And honey that the pair might eat. +They ate the meal her hands supplied, +Their lips with water purified: +Then Janak's daughter sat at last +And duly made her own repast. +The other venison, to be dried, +Piled up in heaps was set aside, +And Rama told his wife to stay +And drive the flocking crows away. +Her husband saw her much distressed +By one more bold than all the rest, +Whose wings where'er he chose could fly, +Now pierce the earth, now roam the sky. +Then Rama laughed to see her stirred +To anger by the plaguing bird: +Proud of his love the beauteous dame +With burning rage was all aflame. +Now here, now there, again, again +She chased the crow, but all in vain, +Enraging her, so quick to strike +[pg 206] +With beak and wing and claw alike: +Then how the proud lip quivered, how +The dark frown marked her angry brow! +When Rama saw her cheek aglow +With passion, he rebuked the crow. +But bold in impudence the bird, +With no respect for Rama's word, +Fearless again at Síta flew: +Then Rama's wrath to fury grew. +The hero of the mighty arm +Spoke o'er a shaft the mystic charm, +Laid the dire weapon on his bow +And launched it at the shameless crow. +The bird, empowered by Gods to spring +Through earth itself on rapid wing, +Through the three worlds in terror fled +Still followed by that arrow dread. +Where'er he flew, now here now there, +A cloud of weapons filled the air. +Back to the high-souled prince he fled +And bent at Rama's feet his head, +And then, as Síta looked, began +His speech in accents of a man: +“O pardon, and for pity's sake +Spare, Rama, spare my life to take! +Where'er I turn, where'er I flee, +No shelter from this shaft I see.” +The chieftain heard the crow entreat +Helpless and prostrate at his feet, +And while soft pity moved his breast, +With wisest speech the bird addressed: +“I took the troubled Síta's part, +And furious anger filled my heart. +Then on the string my arrow lay +Charmed with a spell thy life to slay. +Thou seekest now my feet, to crave +Forgiveness and thy life to save. +So shall thy prayer have due respect: +The suppliant I must still protect. +But ne'er in vain this dart may flee; +Yield for thy life a part of thee, +What portion of thy body, say, +Shall this mine arrow rend away? +Thus far, O bird, thus far alone +On thee my pity may be shown. +Forfeit a part thy life to buy: +'Tis better so to live than die.” +Thus Rama spoke: the bird of air +Pondered his speech with anxious care, +And wisely deemed it good to give +One of his eyes that he might live. +To Raghu's son he made reply: +“O Rama, I will yield an eye. +So let me in thy grace confide +And live hereafter single-eyed.” +Then Rama charged the shaft, and lo, +Full in the eye it smote the crow. +And the Videhan lady gazed +Upon the ruined eye amazed. +The crow to Rama humbly bent, +Then where his fancy led he went. +Rama with Lakshman by his side +With needful work was occupied. +Canto XCVII. Lakshman's Anger. +Thus Rama showed his love the rill +Whose waters ran beneath the hill, +Then resting on his mountain seat +Refreshed her with the choicest meat. +So there reposed the happy two: +Then Bharat's army nearer drew: +Rose to the skies a dusty cloud, +The sound of trampling feet was loud. +The swelling roar of marching men +Drove the roused tiger from his den, +And scared amain the serpent race +Flying to hole and hiding-place. +The herds of deer in terror fled, +The air was filled with birds o'erhead, +The bear began to leave his tree, +The monkey to the cave to flee. +Wild elephants were all amazed +As though the wood around them blazed. +The lion oped his ponderous jaw, +The buffalo looked round in awe. +The prince, who heard the deafening sound, +And saw the silvan creatures round +Fly wildly startled from their rest, +The glorious Lakshman thus addressed: +“Sumitra's noble son most dear, +Hark, Lakshman, what a roar I hear, +The tumult of a coming crowd, +Appalling, deafening, deep, and loud! +The din that yet more fearful grows +Scares elephants and buffaloes, +Or frightened by the lions, deer +Are flying through the wood in fear. +I fain would know who seeks this place +Comes prince or monarch for the chase? +Or does some mighty beast of prey +Frighten the silvan herds away? +'Tis hard to reach this mountain height, +Yea, e'en for birds in airy flight. +Then fain, O Lakshman, would I know +What cause disturbs the forest so.” +Lakshman in haste, the wood to view, +Climbed a high Sal that near him grew, +The forest all around he eyed, +First gazing on the eastern side. +Then northward when his eyes he bent +He saw a mighty armament +Of elephants, and cars, and horse, +And men on foot, a mingled force, +And banners waving in the breeze, +And spoke to Rama words like these: +“Quick, quick, my lord, put out the fire, +Let Síta to the cave retire. +[pg 207] +Thy coat of mail around thee throw, +Prepare thine arrows and thy bow.” +In eager haste thus Lakshman cried, +And Rama, lion lord, replied: +“Still closer be the army scanned, +And say who leads the warlike band.” +Lakshman his answer thus returned, +As furious rage within him burned, +Exciting him like kindled fire +To scorch the army in his ire: +“'Tis Bharat: he has made the throne +By consecrating rites his own: +To gain the whole dominion thus +He comes in arms to slaughter us. +I mark tree-high upon his car +His flagstaff of the Kovidar,376 +I see his glittering banner glance, +I see his chivalry advance: +I see his eager warriors shine +On elephants in lengthened line. +Now grasp we each the shafts and bow, +And higher up the mountain go. +Or in this place, O hero, stand +With weapons in each ready hand. +Perhaps beneath our might may fall +This leader of the standard tall, +And Bharat I this day may see +Who brought this mighty woe on thee, +Síta, and me, who drove away +My brother from the royal sway. +Bharat our foe at length is nigh, +And by this hand shall surely die: +Brother, I see no sin at all +If Bharat by my weapon fall. +No fault is his who slays the foe +Whose hand was first to strike the blow: +With Bharat now the crime begins +Who against thee and duty sins. +The queen athirst for royal sway +Will see her darling son to-day +Fall by this hand, like some fair tree +Struck by an elephant, slain by me. +Kaikeyí's self shall perish too +With kith and kin and retinue, +And earth by my avenging deed +Shall from this mass of sin be freed. +This day my wrath, too long restrained, +Shall fall upon the foe, unchained, +Mad as the kindled flame that speeds +Destroying through the grass and reeds. +This day mine arrows keen and fierce +The bodies of the foe shall pierce: +The woods on Chitrakúṭa's side +Shall run with torrents crimson-dyed. +The wandering beasts of prey shall feed +On heart-cleft elephant and steed, +And drag to mountain caves away +The bodies that my arrows slay. +Doubt not that Bharat and his train +Shall in this mighty wood be slain: +So shall I pay the debt my bow +And these my deadly arrows owe.” +Canto XCVIII. Lakshman Calmed. +Then Rama nobly calm allayed +The wrath that Lakshman's bosom swayed: +“What need have we the sword to wield, +To bend the bow or lift the shield, +If Bharat brave, and wise, and good, +Himself has sought this sheltering wood? +I sware my father's will to do, +And if I now my brother slew +What gain in kingship should I find, +Despised and scorned by all mankind? +Believe me, e'en as I would shrink +From poisoned meat or deadly drink, +No power or treasure would I win +By fall of friend or kith or kin. +Brother, believe the words I speak: +For your dear sakes alone I seek +Duty and pleasure, wealth and gain: +A holy life, a happy reign. +If royal sway my heart desires, +My brothers' weal the wish inspires: +Their bliss and safety is my care, +By this uplifted bow I swear. +'Twere not so hard for me to gain +This broad land girdled by the main, +But even Indra's royal might +Should ne'er be mine in duty's spite. +If any bliss my soul can see +Deprived of dear Śatrughna, thee, +And Bharat, may the flame destroy +With ashy gloom the selfish joy. +Far dearer than this life of mine, +Knowing the custom of our line, +His heart with fond affection fraught, +Bharat Ayodhya's town resought +And hearing when he came that I, +With thee and Síta, forced to fly +With matted hair and hermit dress +Am wandering in the wilderness. +While grief his troubled senses storms, +And tender love his bosom warms, +From every thought of evil clear, +Is come to meet his brother here. +Some grievous words perchance he spoke +Kaikeyí's anger to provoke, +Then won the king, and comes to lay +Before my feet the royal sway. +Hither, methinks, in season due +Comes Bharat for an interview, +Nor in his secret heart has he +One evil thought 'gainst thee or me. +What has he done ere now, reflect! +How failed in love or due respect +[pg 208] +To make thee doubt his faith and lay +This evil to his charge to-day? +Thou shouldst not join with Bharat's name +So harsh a speech and idle blame. +The blows thy tongue at Bharat deals, +My sympathizing bosom feels. +How, urged by stress of any ill, +Should sons their father's life-blood spill, +Or brother slay in impious strife +A brother dearer than his life? +If thou these cruel words hast said +By strong desire of empire led, +My brother Bharat will I pray +To give to thee the kingly sway. +“Give him the realm,” my speech shall be, +And Bharat will, methinks, agree.” +Thus spoke the prince whose chief delight +Was duty, and to aid the right: +And Lakshman keenly felt the blame, +And shrank within himself for shame: +And then his answer thus returned, +With downcast eye and cheek that burned: +“Brother, I ween, to see thy face +Our sire himself has sought this place.” +Thus Lakshman spoke and stood ashamed, +And Rama saw and thus exclaimed: +“It is the strong-armed monarch: he +Is come, methinks, his sons to see, +To bid us both the forest quit +For joys for which he deems us fit: +He thinks on all our care and pain, +And now would lead us home again. +My glorious father hence will bear +Síta who claims all tender care. +I see two coursers fleet as storms, +Of noble breed and lovely forms. +I see the beast of mountain size +Who bears the king our father wise, +The aged Victor, march this way +In front of all the armed array. +But doubt and fear within me rise, +For when I look with eager eyes +I see no white umbrella spread, +World-famous, o'er the royal head. +Now, Lakshman, from the tree descend, +And to my words attention lend.” +Thus spoke the pious prince: and he +Descended from the lofty tree, +And reverent hand to hand applied, +Stood humbly by his brother's side. +The host, compelled by Bharat's care, +The wood from trampling feet to spare, +Dense crowding half a league each way +Encamped around the mountain lay. +Below the tall hill's shelving side +Gleamed the bright army far and wide +Spread o'er the ample space, +By Bharat led who firmly true +In duty from his bosom threw +All pride, and near his brother drew +To win the hero's grace. +Canto XCIX. Bharat's Approach. +Soon as the warriors took their rest +Obeying Bharat's high behest, +Thus Bharat to Śatrughna spake: +“A band of soldiers with thee take, +And with these hunters o'er and o'er +The thickets of the wood explore. +With bow, sword, arrows in their hands +Let Guha with his kindred bands +Within this grove remaining trace +The children of Kakutstha's race. +And I meanwhile on foot will through +This neighbouring wood my way pursue, +With elders and the twice-born men, +And every lord and citizen. +There is, I feel, no rest for me +Till Rama's face again I see, +Lakshman, in arms and glory great, +And Síta born to happy fate: +No rest, until his cheek as bright +As the fair moon rejoice my sight, +No rest until I see the eye +With which the lotus petals vie; +Till on my head those dear feet rest +With signs of royal rank impressed; +None, till my kingly brother gain +His old hereditary reign, +Till o'er his limbs and noble head +The consecrating drops be shed. +How blest is Janak's daughter, true +To every wifely duty, who +Cleaves faithful to her husband's side +Whose realm is girt by Ocean's tide! +This mountain too above the rest +E'en as the King of Hills is blest,— +Whose shades Kakutstha's scion hold +As Nandan charms the Lord of Gold. +Yea, happy is this tangled grove +Where savage beasts unnumbered rove, +Where, glory of the Warrior race, +King Rama finds a dwelling-place.” +Thus Bharat, strong-armed hero spake, +And walked within the pathless brake. +O'er plains where gay trees bloomed he went, +Through boughs in tangled net-work bent, +And then from Rama's cot appeared +The banner which the flame upreared. +And Bharat joyed with every friend +To mark those smoky wreaths ascend: +“Here Rama dwells,” he thought; “at last +The ocean of our toil is passed.” +Then sure that Rama's hermit cot +Was on the mountain's side +He stayed his army on the spot, +And on with Guha hied. +[pg 209] +Canto C. The Meeting. +Then Bharat to Śatrughna showed +The spot, and eager onward strode, +First bidding Saint Vaśishṭha bring +The widowed consorts of the king. +As by fraternal love impelled +His onward course the hero held, +Sumantra followed close behind +Śatrughna with an anxious mind: +Not Bharat's self more fain could be +To look on Rama's face than he. +As, speeding on, the spot he neared, +Amid the hermits' homes appeared +His brother's cot with leaves o'erspread, +And by its side a lowly shed. +Before the shed great heaps were left +Of gathered flowers and billets cleft, +And on the trees hung grass and bark +Rama and Lakshman's path to mark: +And heaps of fuel to provide +Against the cold stood ready dried. +The long-armed chief, as on he went +In glory's light preëminent, +With joyous words like these addressed +The brave Śatrughna and the rest: +“This is the place, I little doubt, +Which Bharadvaja pointed out, +Not far from where we stand must be +The woodland stream, Mandakiní. +Here on the mountain's woody side +Roam elephants in tusked pride, +And ever with a roar and cry +Each other, as they meet, defy. +And see those smoke-wreaths thick and dark: +The presence of the flame they mark, +Which hermits in the forest strive +By every art to keep alive. +O happy me! my task is done, +And I shall look on Raghu's son, +Like some great saint, who loves to treat +His elders with all reverence meet.” +Thus Bharat reached that forest rill, +Thus roamed on Chitrakúṭa's hill; +Then pity in his breast awoke, +And to his friends the hero spoke: +“Woe, woe upon my life and birth! +The prince of men, the lord of earth +Has sought the lonely wood to dwell +Sequestered in a hermit's cell. +Through me, through me these sorrows fall +On him the splendid lord of all: +Through me resigning earthly bliss +He hides him in a home like this. +Now will I, by the world abhorred, +Fall at the dear feet of my lord, +And at fair Síta's too, to win +His pardon for my heinous sin.” +As thus he sadly mourned and sighed, +The son of Daśaratha spied +A bower of leafy branches made, +Sacred and lovely in the shade, +Of fair proportions large and tall, +Well roofed with boughs of palm, and Sal, +Arranged in order due o'erhead +Like grass upon an altar spread. +Two glorious bows were gleaming there, +Like Indra's377 in the rainy air, +Terror of foemen, backed with gold, +Meet for the mightiest hand to hold: +And quivered arrows cast a blaze +Bright gleaming like the Day-God's rays: +Thus serpents with their eyes aglow +Adorn their capital below.378 +Great swords adorned the cottage, laid +Each in a case of gold brocade; +There hung the trusty shields, whereon +With purest gold the bosses shone. +The brace to bind the bowman's arm, +The glove to shield his hand from harm, +A lustre to the cottage lent +From many a golden ornament: +Safe was the cot from fear of men +As from wild beasts the lion's den. +The fire upon the altar burned, +That to the north and east was turned. +Bharat his eager glances bent +And gazed within the cot intent; +In deerskin dress, with matted hair, +Rama his chief was sitting there: +With lion-shoulders broad and strong, +With lotus eyes, arms thick and long. +The righteous sovereign, who should be +Lord paramount from sea to sea, +High-minded, born to lofty fate, +Like Brahma's self supremely great; +With Lakshman by his side, and her, +Fair Síta, for his minister. +And Bharat gazing, overcome +By sorrow for a while was dumb, +Then, yielding to his woe, he ran +To Rama and with sobs began: +“He who a royal seat should fill +With subjects round to do his will, +My elder brother,—see him here, +With silvan creatures waiting near. +The high-souled hero, wont to wear +The costliest robes exceeding fair, +Now banished, in a deerskin dress, +Here keeps the path of righteousness. +How brooks the son of Raghu now +The matted locks which load his brow, +Around whose princely head were twined +Sweet blossoms of the rarest kind? +The prince whose merits grew, acquired +[pg 210] +By rites performed as he desired, +Would now a store of merit gain +Bought by his body's toil and pain. +Those limbs to which pure sandal lent +The freshness of its fragrant scent, +Exposed to sun, and dust, and rain, +Are now defiled with many a stain. +And I the wretched cause why this +Falls on the prince whose right is bliss! +Ah me, that ever I was born +To be the people's hate and scorn!” +Thus Bharat cried: of anguish sprung, +Great drops upon his forehead hung. +He fell o'erpowered—his grief was such— +Ere he his brother's feet could touch. +As on the glorious prince he gazed +In vain his broken voice he raised: +“Dear lord”—through tears and sobbing came, +The only words his lips could frame. +And brave Śatrughna wept aloud, +As low at Rama's feet he bowed. +Then Rama, while his tears ran fast, +His arms around his brothers cast. +Guha, Sumantra came to meet +The princes in their wild retreat. +Vrihaspati and Śukra bright +Their greeting thus rejoice to pay +To the dear Lord who brings the night, +And the great God who rules the day. +Then wept the dwellers of the shade, +Whose eyes the princes, meet to ride +On mighty elephants, surveyed; +And cast all thought of joy aside. +Canto CI. Bharata Questioned. +Then Rama gazed, and scarcely knew +Bharat so worn and changed in hue. +He raised him, kissed him on the head, +Embraced him, and thus kindly said: +“Where was thy father, brother dear, +That thou art come to seek me here? +Unmeet, if he be living yet, +Thy feet within the wood to set. +I pray thee now the cause declare +Why thou hast left the kingdom there, +With matted locks and deerskin dress +To roam the distant wilderness.” +Thus questioned by the prince, at length +Kaikeyí's son regained his strength, +And hand to hand in reverence laid, +To Rama thus his answer made: +“The great-armed monarch, O my lord, +Has dared to do a thing abhorred, +Left us, and grieving for his son, +A home among the Gods has won. +My mother Queen Kaikeyí gave +The order to the king her slave, +And at the bidding of the dame +He wrought the sin which mars his fame. +Athirst for sway, her hopes are crossed, +She mourns her son, her husband lost, +And through her impious crime will go +For punishment to hell below. +Now O my lord, forgive me all; +Be gracious to thy lowly thrall: +Anointed king, accept to-day +Like Indra's self, the royal sway. +Be gracious, Prince, to lord and peer, +And widowed queens who seek thee here +Accept the kingdom thine by right, +And so thy faithful friends delight. +Let the broad land no longer be +All widowed and forlorn of thee: +Let the full moon of autumn reign +Triumphant o'er the night again. +These lords and I before thee bend: +O Rama, to our prayer attend. +O do not thou this grace deny: +Thy brother, pupil, slave am I. +Look on this venerable ring, +Advisers of our sire the king, +From age to age so honoured: thou +Shouldst grant their supplication now.” +As weeping thus the hero prayed, +His head at Rama's feet he laid. +Like a mad elephant he sighed: +And Rama gazed and thus replied: +“How, brother, can a man of worth, +True to his vows, of noble birth— +A man like me, commit a sin +The lordship of the land to win? +No slightest shade of fault I see, +O tamer of thy foes, in thee. +But ne'er shouldst thou in childish thought +The queen thy mother blame in aught. +O brother wise and sinless, know +The sacred laws would have it so, +That from good wife and son require +Obedience to their lord and sire. +And we are all the king's, for thus +The virtuous ever reckon us: +Yea brother, be it known to thee, +His wives, and sons, and pupils we. +His is the right, if he deem fit, +To bid me, throned as monarch, sit, +Or in a coat of bark expel, +And deerskin, in the wood to dwell. +And O remember, best of all +Who act as claims of duty call, +As to a virtuous sire is due, +Such honour claims a mother too. +So they whose lives have ever been +By duty led, the king and queen, +Said, “Rama, seek the forest shade:” +And I (what could I else?) obeyed. +Thou must the royal power retain, +[pg 211] +And o'er the famed Ayodhya reign: +I dressed in bark my days will spend +Where Danḍak's forest wilds extend. +So Daśaratha spoke, our king, +His share to each apportioning +Before his honoured servants' eyes: +Then, heir of bliss, he sought the skies. +The righteous monarch's honoured will, +Whom all revered, must guide thee still, +And thou must still enjoy the share +Assigned thee by our father's care. +So I till twice seven years are spent +Will roam this wood in banishment, +Contented with the lot which he, +My high-souled sire, has given me. +The charge the monarch gave, endeared +To all mankind, by all revered, +Peer of the Lord Supreme, +Far better, richer far in gain +Of every blessing than to reign +O'er all the worlds I deem.” +Canto CII. Bharat's Tidings. +He spoke: and Bharat thus replied: +“If, false to every claim beside, +I ne'er in kingly duties fail, +What will my royal life avail? +Still should the custom be observed, +From which our line has never swerved, +Which to the younger son ne'er gives +The kingdom while the elder lives. +Now to Ayodhya rich and fair +With me, O Raghu's son, repair, +And to protect and gladden all +Our house, thyself as king install. +A king the world's opinion deems +A man: to me a God he seems, +Whose life in virtuous thoughts and deeds +The lives of other men exceeds. +When I in distant Kekaya stayed, +And thou hadst sought the forest shade, +Our father died, the saints' delight, +So constant in each holy rite. +Scarce with thy wife and Lakshman thou +Hadst journeyed forth to keep the vow, +When mourning for his son, forspent, +To heavenly rest the monarch went. +Then up, O lord of men, away! +His funeral rites of water pay: +I and Śatrughna, ere we came, +Neglected not the sacred claim. +But in the spirit-world, they say, +That gift alone is fresh for aye +Which best beloved hands have poured; +And thou his dearest art, my lord. +For thee he longed, for thee he grieved, +His every thought on thee was bent, +And crushed by woe, of thee bereaved, +He thought of thee as hence he went.” +Canto CIII. The Funeral Libation. +When Rama heard from Bharat each +Dark sorrow of his mournful speech, +And tidings of his father dead, +His spirits fell, his senses fled. +For the sad words his brother spoke +Struck on him like a thunder stroke, +Fierce as the bolt which Indra throws, +The victor of his Daitya foes. +Raising his arms in anguish, he, +As when the woodman hews a tree +With its fair flowery branches crowned, +Fainted and fell upon the ground. +Lord of the earth to earth he sank, +Helpless, as when a towering bank +With sudden ruin buries deep +An elephant who lay asleep. +Then swift his wife and brothers flew, +And water, weeping, o'er him threw. +As slowly sense and strength he gained, +Fast from his eyes the tears he rained, +And then in accents sad and weak +Kakutstha's son began to speak, +And mourning for the monarch dead, +With righteous words to Bharat said: +“What calls me home, when he, alas, +Has gone the way which all must pass? +Of him, the best of kings bereft +What guardian has Ayodhya left? +How may I please his spirit? how +Delight the high-souled monarch now, +Who wept for me and went above +By me ungraced with mourning love? +Ah, happy brothers! you have paid +Due offerings to his parting shade. +E'en when my banishment is o'er, +Back to my home I go no more, +To look upon the widowed state +Reft of her king, disconsolate. +E'en then, O tamer of the foe, +If to Ayodhya's town I go, +Who will direct me as of old, +Now other worlds our father hold? +From whom, my brother, shall I hear +Those words which ever charmed mine ear +And filled my bosom with delight +Whene'er he saw me act aright?” +Thus Rama spoke: then nearer came +And looking on his moonbright dame, +“Síta, the king is gone,” he said: +“And Lakshman, know thy sire is dead, +[pg 212] +And with the Gods on high enrolled: +This mournful news has Bharat told.” +He spoke: the noble youths with sighs +Rained down the torrents from their eyes. +And then the brothers of the chief +With words of comfort soothed his grief: +“Now to the king our sire who swayed +The earth be due libations paid.” +Soon as the monarch's fate she knew, +Sharp pangs of grief smote Síta through: +Nor could she look upon her lord +With eyes from which the torrents poured. +And Rama strove with tender care +To soothe the weeping dame's despair, +And then, with piercing woe distressed, +The mournful Lakshman thus addressed: +“Brother, I pray thee bring for me +The pressed fruit of the Ingudí, +And a bark mantle fresh and new, +That I may pay this offering due. +First of the three shall Síta go, +Next thou, and I the last: for so +Moves the funereal pomp of woe.”379 +Sumantra of the noble mind, +Gentle and modest, meek and kind, +Who, follower of each princely youth, +To Rama clung with constant truth, +Now with the royal brothers' aid +The grief of Rama soothed and stayed, +And lent his arm his lord to guide +Down to the river's holy side. +That lovely stream the heroes found, +With woods that ever blossomed crowned, +And there in bitter sorrow bent +Their footsteps down the fair descent. +Then where the stream that swiftly flowed +A pure pellucid shallow showed, +The funeral drops they duly shed, +And “Father, this be thine,” they said. +But he, the lord who ruled the land, +Filled from the stream his hollowed hand, +And turning to the southern side +Stretched out his arm and weeping cried: +“This sacred water clear and pure, +An offering which shall aye endure +To thee, O lord of kings, I give: +Accept it where the spirits live!” +Then, when the solemn rite was o'er, +Came Rama to the river shore, +And offered, with his brothers' aid, +Fresh tribute to his father's shade. +With jujube fruit he mixed the seed +Of Ingudís from moisture freed, +And placed it on a spot o'erspread +With sacred grass, and weeping said: +“Enjoy, great King, the cake which we +Thy children eat and offer thee! +For ne'er do blessed Gods refuse +To share the food which mortals use.” +Then Rama turned him to retrace +The path that brought him to the place, +And up the mountain's pleasant side +Where lovely lawns lay fair, he hied. +Soon as his cottage door he gained +His brothers to his breast he strained. +From them and Síta in their woes +So loud the cry of weeping rose, +That like the roar of lions round +The mountain rolled the echoing sound. +And Bharat's army shook with fear +The weeping of the chiefs to hear. +“Bharat,” the soldiers cried, “'tis plain, +His brother Rama meets again, +And with these cries that round us ring +They sorrow for their sire the king.” +Then leaving car and wain behind, +One eager thought in every mind, +Swift toward the weeping, every man, +As each could find a passage, ran. +Some thither bent their eager course +With car, and elephant, and horse, +And youthful captains on their feet +With longing sped their lord to meet, +As though the new-come prince had been +An exile for long years unseen. +Earth beaten in their frantic zeal +By clattering hoof and rumbling wheel, +Sent forth a deafening noise as loud +As heaven when black with many a cloud. +Then, with their consorts gathered near, +Wild elephants in sudden fear +Rushed to a distant wood, and shed +An odour round them as they fled. +And every silvan thing that dwelt +Within those shades the terror felt, +Deer, lion, tiger, boar and roe, +Bison, wild-cow, and buffalo. +And when the tumult wild they heard, +With trembling pinions flew each bird, +From tree, from thicket, and from lake, +Swan, koïl, curlew, crane, and drake. +With men the ground was overspread, +With startled birds the sky o'erhead. +Then on his sacrificial ground +The sinless, glorious chief was found. +Loading with curses deep and loud +The hump-back and the queen, the crowd +Whose cheeks were wet, whose eyes were dim, +In fond affection ran to him. +While the big tears their eyes bedewed, +He looked upon the multitude, +[pg 213] +And then as sire and mother do, +His arms about his loved ones threw. +Some to his feet with reverence pressed, +Some in his arms he strained: +Each friend, with kindly words addressed, +Due share of honour gained. +Then, by their mighty woe o'ercome, +The weeping heroes' cry +Filled, like the roar of many a drum, +Hill, cavern, earth, and sky. +Canto CIV. The Meeting With The Queens. +Vaśishṭha with his soul athirst +To look again on Rama, first +In line the royal widows placed, +And then the way behind them traced. +The ladies moving, faint and slow, +Saw the fair stream before them flow, +And by the bank their steps were led +Which the two brothers visited. +Kauśalya with her faded cheek +And weeping eyes began to speak, +And thus in mournful tones addressed +The queen Sumitra and the rest: +“See in the wood the bank's descent, +Which the two orphan youths frequent, +Whose noble spirits never fall, +Though woes surround them, reft of all. +Thy son with love that never tires +Draws water hence which mine requires. +This day, for lowly toil unfit, +His pious task thy son should quit.” +As on the long-eyed lady strayed, +On holy grass, whose points were laid +Directed to the southern sky, +The funeral offering met her eye. +When Rama's humble gift she spied +Thus to the queens Kauśalya cried: +“The gift of Rama's hand behold, +His tribute to the king high-souled, +Offered to him, as texts require, +Lord of Ikshvaku's line, his sire! +Not such I deem the funeral food +Of kings with godlike might endued. +Can he who knew all pleasures, he +Who ruled the earth from sea to sea, +The mighty lord of monarchs, feed +On Ingudí's extracted seed? +In all the world there cannot be +A woe, I ween, more sad to see, +Than that my glorious son should make +His funeral gift of such a cake. +The ancient text I oft have heard +This day is true in every word: +“Ne'er do the blessed Gods refuse +To eat the food their children use.’ ” +The ladies soothed the weeping dame: +To Rama's hermitage they came, +And there the hero met their eyes +Like a God fallen from the skies. +Him joyless, reft of all, they viewed, +And tears their mournful eyes bedewed. +The truthful hero left his seat, +And clasped the ladies' lotus feet, +And they with soft hands brushed away +The dust that on his shoulders lay. +Then Lakshman, when he saw each queen +With weeping eyes and troubled mien, +Near to the royal ladies drew +And paid them gentle reverence too. +He, Daśaratha's offspring, signed +The heir of bliss by Fortune kind, +Received from every dame no less +Each mark of love and tenderness. +And Síta came and bent before +The widows, while her eyes ran o'er, +And pressed their feet with many a tear. +They when they saw the lady dear +Pale, worn with dwelling in the wild, +Embraced her as a darling child: +“Daughter of royal Janak, bride +Of Daśaratha's son,” they cried, +“How couldst thou, offspring of a king, +Endure this woe and suffering +In the wild forest? When I trace +Each sign of trouble on thy face— +That lotus which the sun has dried, +That lily by the tempest tried, +That gold whereon the dust is spread, +That moon whence all the light is fled— +Sorrow assails my heart, alas! +As fire consumes the wood and grass.” +Then Rama, as she spoke distressed, +The feet of Saint Vaśishṭha pressed, +Touched them with reverential love, +Then near him took his seat: +Thus Indra clasps in realms above +The Heavenly Teacher's380 feet. +Then with each counsellor and peer, +Bharat of duteous mind, +With citizens and captains near, +Sat humbly down behind. +When with his hands to him upraised, +In devotee's attire, +Bharat upon his brother gazed +Whose glory shone like fire, +As when the pure Mahendra bends +To the great Lord of Life, +Among his noble crowd of friends +This anxious thought was rife: +“What words to Raghu's son to-day +Will royal Bharat speak, +Whose heart has been so prompt to pay +Obeisance fond and meek?” +Then steadfast Rama, Lakshman wise, +Bharat for truth renowned, +[pg 214] +Shone like three fires that heavenward rise +With holy priests around. +Canto CV. Rama's Speech. +A while they sat, each lip compressed, +Then Bharat thus his chief addressed: +“My mother here was made content; +To me was given the government. +This now, my lord, I yield to thee: +Enjoy it, from all trouble free. +Like a great bridge the floods have rent, +Impetuous in their wild descent, +All other hands but thine in vain +Would strive the burthen to maintain. +In vain the ass with steeds would vie, +With Tarkshya,381 birds that wing the sky; +So, lord of men, my power is slight +To rival thine imperial might. +Great joys his happy days attend +On whom the hopes of men depend, +But wretched is the life he leads +Who still the aid of others needs. +And if the seed a man has sown, +With care and kindly nurture grown, +Rear its huge trunk and spring in time +Too bulky for a dwarf to climb, +Yet, with perpetual blossom gay, +No fruit upon its boughs display, +Ne'er can that tree, thus nursed in vain, +Approval of the virtuous gain. +The simile is meant to be +Applied, O mighty-armed, to thee, +Because, our lord and leader, thou +Protectest not thy people now. +O, be the longing wish fulfilled +Of every chief of house and guild, +To see again their sun-bright lord +Victorious to his realm restored! +As thou returnest through the crowd +Let roars of elephants be loud. +And each fair woman lift her voice +And in her new-found king rejoice.” +The people all with longing moved, +The words that Bharat spoke approved, +And crowding near to Rama pressed +The hero with the same request. +The steadfast Rama, when he viewed +His glorious brother's mournful mood, +With each ambitious thought controlled, +Thus the lamenting prince consoled: +“I cannot do the things I will, +For Rama is but mortal still. +Fate with supreme, resistless law +This way and that its slave will draw, +All gathered heaps must waste away, +All lofty lore and powers decay. +Death is the end of life, and all, +Now firmly joined, apart must fall. +One fear the ripened fruit must know, +To fall upon the earth below; +So every man who draws his breath +Must fear inevitable death. +The pillared mansion, high, compact, +Must fall by Time's strong hand attacked; +So mortal men, the gradual prey +Of old and ruthless death, decay. +The night that flies no more returns: +Yamuna for the Ocean yearns: +Swift her impetuous waters flee, +But roll not backward from the sea. +The days and nights pass swiftly by +And steal our moments as they fly, +E'en as the sun's unpitying rays +Drink up the floods in summer blaze. +Then for thyself lament and leave +For death of other men to grieve, +For if thou go or if thou stay, +Thy life is shorter day by day. +Death travels with us; death attends +Our steps until our journey ends, +Death, when the traveller wins the goal, +Returns with the returning soul. +The flowing hair grows white and thin, +And wrinkles mark the altered skin. +The ills of age man's strength assail: +Ah, what can mortal power avail? +Men joy to see the sun arise, +They watch him set with joyful eyes: +But ne'er reflect, too blind to see, +How fast their own brief moments flee. +With lovely change for ever new +The seasons' sweet return they view, +Nor think with heedless hearts the while +That lives decay as seasons smile. +As haply on the boundless main +Meet drifting logs and part again, +So wives and children, friends and gold, +Ours for a little time we hold: +Soon by resistless laws of fate +To meet no more we separate. +In all this changing world not one +The common lot of all can shun: +Then why with useless tears deplore +The dead whom tears can bring no more? +As one might stand upon the way +And to a troop of travellers say: +“If ye allow it, sirs, I too +Will travel on the road with you:” +So why should mortal man lament +When on that path his feet are bent +Which all men living needs must tread, +Where sire and ancestors have led? +Life flies as torrents downward fall +Speeding away without recall, +So virtue should our thoughts engage, +For bliss382 is mortals' heritage. +[pg 215] +By ceaseless care and earnest zeal +For servants and for people's weal, +By gifts, by duty nobly done, +Our glorious sire the skies has won. +Our lord the king, o'er earth who reigned, +A blissful home in heaven has gained +By wealth in ample largess spent, +And many a rite magnificent: +With constant joy from first to last +A long and noble life he passed, +Praised by the good, no tears should dim +Our eyes, O brother dear, for him. +His human body, worn and tried +By length of days, he cast aside, +And gained the godlike bliss to stray +In Brahma's heavenly home for aye. +For such the wise as we are, deep +In Veda lore, should never weep. +Those who are firm and ever wise +Spurn vain lament and idle sighs. +Be self-possessed: thy grief restrain: +Go, in that city dwell again. +Return, O best of men, and be +Obedient to our sire's decree, +While I with every care fulfil +Our holy father's righteous will, +Observing in the lonely wood +His charge approved by all the good.” +Thus Rama of the lofty mind +To Bharat spoke his righteous speech, +By every argument designed +Obedience to his sire to teach. +Canto CVI. Bharat's Speech. +Good Bharat, by the river side, +To virtuous Rama's speech replied, +And thus with varied lore addressed +The prince, while nobles round him pressed: +“In all this world whom e'er can we +Find equal, scourge of foes, to thee? +No ill upon thy bosom weighs, +No thoughts of joy thy spirit raise. +Approved art thou of sages old, +To whom thy doubts are ever told. +Alike in death and life, to thee +The same to be and not to be. +The man who such a soul can gain +Can ne'er be crushed by woe or pain. +Pure as the Gods, high-minded, wise, +Concealed from thee no secret lies. +Such glorious gifts are all thine own, +And birth and death to thee are known, +That ill can ne'er thy soul depress +With all-subduing bitterness. +O let my prayer, dear brother, win +Thy pardon for my mother's sin. +Wrought for my sake who willed it not +When absent in a distant spot. +Duty alone with binding chains +The vengeance due to crime restrains, +Or on the sinner I should lift +My hand in retribution swift. +Can I who know the right, and spring +From Daśaratha, purest king— +Can I commit a heinous crime, +Abhorred by all through endless time? +The aged king I dare not blame, +Who died so rich in holy fame, +My honoured sire, my parted lord, +E'en as a present God adored. +Yet who in lore of duty skilled +So foul a crime has ever willed, +And dared defy both gain and right +To gratify a woman's spite? +When death draws near, so people say, +The sense of creatures dies away; +And he has proved the ancient saw +By acting thus in spite of law. +But O my honoured lord, be kind, +Dismiss the trespass from thy mind, +The sin the king committed, led +By haste, his consort's wrath, and dread. +For he who veils his sire's offence +With tender care and reverence— +His sons approved by all shall live: +Not so their fate who ne'er forgive. +Be thou, my lord, the noble son, +And the vile deed my sire has done, +Abhorred by all the virtuous, ne'er +Resent, lest thou the guilt too share. +Preserve us, for on thee we call, +Our sire, Kaikeyí, me and all +Thy citizens, thy kith and kin; +Preserve us and reverse the sin. +To live in woods a devotee +Can scarce with royal tasks agree, +Nor can the hermit's matted hair +Suit fitly with a ruler's care. +Do not, my brother, do not still +Pursue this life that suits thee ill. +Mid duties of a king we count +His consecration paramount, +That he with ready heart and hand +May keep his people and his land. +What Warrior born to royal sway +From certain good would turn away, +A doubtful duty to pursue, +That mocks him with the distant view? +Thou wouldst to duty cleave, and gain +The meed that follows toil and pain. +In thy great task no labour spare: +Rule the four castes with justest care. +Mid all the four, the wise prefer +The order of the householder:383 +[pg 216] +Canst thou, whose thoughts to duty cleave, +The best of all the orders leave? +My better thou in lore divine, +My birth, my sense must yield to thine: +While thou, my lord, art here to reign, +How shall my hands the rule maintain? +O faithful lover of the right, +Take with thy friends the royal might, +Let thy sires' realm, from trouble free, +Obey her rightful king in thee. +Here let the priests and lords of state +Our monarch duly consecrate, +With prayer and holy verses blessed +By saint Vaśishṭha and the rest. +Anointed king by us, again +Seek fair Ayodhya, there to reign, +And like imperial Indra girt +By Gods of Storm, thy might assert. +From the three debts384 acquittance earn, +And with thy wrath the wicked burn, +O'er all of us thy rule extend, +And cheer with boons each faithful friend. +Let thine enthronement, lord, this day +Make all thy lovers glad and gay, +And let all those who hate thee flee +To the ten winds for fear of thee. +Dear lord, my mother's words of hate +With thy sweet virtues expiate, +And from the stain of folly clear +The father whom we both revere. +Brother, to me compassion show, +I pray thee with my head bent low, +And to these friends who on thee call,— +As the Great Father pities all. +But if my tears and prayers be vain, +And thou in woods wilt still remain, +I will with thee my path pursue +And make my home in forests too.” +Thus Bharat strove to bend his will +With suppliant head, but he, +Earth's lord, inexorable still +Would keep his sire's decree. +The firmness of the noble chief +The wondering people moved, +And rapture mingling with their grief, +All wept and all approved. +“How firm his steadfast will,” they cried, +“Who Keeps his promise thus! +Ah, to Ayodhya's town,” they sighed, +“He comes not back with us.” +The holy priest, the swains who tilled +The earth, the sons of trade, +And e'en the mournful queens were filled +With joy as Bharat prayed, +And bent their heads, then weeping stilled +A while, his prayer to aid. +Canto CVII. Rama's Speech. +Thus, by his friends encompassed round, +He spoke, and Rama, far renowned, +To his dear brother thus replied, +Whom holy rites had purified: +“O thou whom Queen Kaikeyí bare +The best of kings, thy words are fair, +Our royal father, when of yore +He wed her, to her father swore +The best of kingdoms to confer, +A noble dowry meet for her; +Then, grateful, on the deadly day +Of heavenly Gods' and demons' fray, +A future boon on her bestowed +To whose sweet care his life he owed. +She to his mind that promise brought, +And then the best of kings besought +To bid me to the forest flee, +And give the rule, O Prince, to thee. +Thus bound by oath, the king our lord +Gave her those boons of free accord, +And bade me, O thou chief of men, +Live in the woods four years and ten. +I to this lonely wood have hied +With faithful Lakshman by my side, +And Síta by no tears deterred, +Resolved to keep my father's word. +And thou, my noble brother, too +Shouldst keep our father's promise true: +Anointed ruler of the state +Maintain his word inviolate. +From his great debt, dear brother, free +Our lord the king for love of me, +Thy mother's breast with joy inspire, +And from all woe preserve thy sire. +'Tis said, near Gaya's holy town385 +Gaya, great saint of high renown, +This text recited when he paid +Due rites to each ancestral shade: +“A son is born his sire to free +From Put's infernal pains: +Hence, saviour of his father, he +The name of Puttra gains.”386 +Thus numerous sons are sought by prayer, +In Scripture trained with graces fair, +[pg 217] +That of the number one some day +May funeral rites at Gaya pay. +The mighty saints who lived of old +This holy doctrine ever hold. +Then, best of men, our sire release +From pains of hell, and give him peace. +Now Bharat, to Ayodhya speed, +The brave Śatrughna with thee lead, +Take with thee all the twice-born men, +And please each lord and citizen. +I now, O King, without delay +To Danḍak wood will bend my way, +And Lakshman and the Maithil dame +Will follow still, our path the same. +Now, Bharat, lord of men be thou, +And o'er Ayodhya reign: +The silvan world to me shall bow, +King of the wild domain. +Yea, let thy joyful steps be bent +To that fair town to-day, +And I as happy and content, +To Danḍak wood will stray. +The white umbrella o'er thy brow +Its cooling shade shall throw: +I to the shadow of the bough +And leafy trees will go. +Śatrughna, for wise plans renowned, +Shall still on thee attend; +And Lakshman, ever faithful found, +Be my familiar friend. +Let us his sons, O brother dear, +The path of right pursue, +And keep the king we all revere +Still to his promise true.” +Canto CVIII. Javali's Speech. +Thus Rama soothed his brother's grief: +Then virtuous Javali, chief +Of twice-born sages, thus replied +In words that virtue's law defied: +“Hail, Raghu's princely son, dismiss +A thought so weak and vain as this. +Canst thou, with lofty heart endowed, +Think with the dull ignoble crowd? +For what are ties of kindred? can +One profit by a brother man? +Alone the babe first opes his eyes, +And all alone at last he dies. +The man, I ween, has little sense +Who looks with foolish reverence +On father's or on mother's name: +In others, none a right may claim. +E'en as a man may leave his home +And to a distant village roam, +Then from his lodging turn away +And journey on the following day, +Such brief possession mortals hold +In sire and mother, house and gold, +And never will the good and wise +The brief uncertain lodging prize. +Nor, best of men, shouldst thou disown +Thy sire's hereditary throne, +And tread the rough and stony ground +Where hardship, danger, woes abound. +Come, let Ayodhya rich and bright +See thee enthroned with every rite: +Her tresses bound in single braid387 +She waits thy coming long delayed. +O come, thou royal Prince, and share +The kingly joys that wait thee there, +And live in bliss transcending price +As Indra lives in Paradise. +The parted king is naught to thee, +Nor right in living man has he: +The king is one, thou, Prince of men, +Another art: be counselled then. +Thy royal sire, O chief, has sped +On the long path we all must tread. +The common lot of all is this, +And thou in vain art robbed of bliss. +For those—and only those—I weep +Who to the path of duty keep; +For here they suffer ceaseless woe, +And dying to destruction go. +With pious care, each solemn day, +Will men their funeral offerings pay: +See, how the useful food they waste: +He who is dead no more can taste. +If one is fed, his strength renewed +Whene'er his brother takes his food, +Then offerings to the parted pay: +Scarce will they serve him on his way. +By crafty knaves these rules were framed, +And to enforce men's gifts proclaimed: +“Give, worship, lead a life austere, +Keep lustral rites, quit pleasures here.” +There is no future life: be wise, +And do, O Prince, as I advise. +Enjoy, my lord, the present bliss, +And things unseen from thought dismiss. +Let this advice thy bosom move, +The counsel sage which all approve; +To Bharat's earnest prayer incline, +And take the rule so justly thine.” +Canto CIX. The Praises Of Truth. +By sage Javali thus addressed, +Rama of truthful hearts the best, +[pg 218] +With perfect skill and wisdom high +Thus to his speech made fit reply: +“Thy words that tempt to bliss are fair, +But virtue's garb they falsely wear. +For he from duty's path who strays +To wander in forbidden ways, +Allured by doctrine false and vain, +Praise from the good can never gain. +Their lives the true and boaster show, +Pure and impure, and high and low, +Else were no mark to judge between +Stainless and stained and high and mean; +They to whose lot fair signs may fall +Were but as they who lack them all, +And those to virtuous thoughts inclined +Were but as men of evil mind. +If in the sacred name of right +I do this wrong in duty's spite; +The path of virtue meanly quit, +And this polluting sin commit, +What man who marks the bounds between +Virtue and vice with insight keen, +Would rank me high in after time +Stained with this soul destroying crime? +Whither could I, the sinner, turn, +How hope a seat in heaven to earn, +If I my plighted promise break, +And thus the righteous path forsake? +This world of ours is ever led +To walk the ways which others tread, +And as their princes they behold, +The subjects too their lives will mould. +That truth and mercy still must be +Beloved of kings, is Heaven's decree. +Upheld by truth the monarch reigns, +And truth the very world sustains. +Truth evermore has been the love +Of holy saints and Gods above, +And he whose lips are truthful here +Wins after death the highest sphere. +As from a serpent's deadly tooth, +We shrink from him who scorns the truth. +For holy truth is root and spring +Of justice and each holy thing, +A might that every power transcends, +Linked to high bliss that never ends. +Truth is all virtue's surest base, +Supreme in worth and first in place. +Oblations, gifts men offer here, +Vows, sacrifice, and rites austere, +And Holy Writ, on truth depend: +So men must still that truth defend. +Truth, only truth protects the land, +By truth unharmed our houses stand; +Neglect of truth makes men distressed, +And truth in highest heaven is blessed. +Then how can I, rebellious, break +Commandments which my father spake— +I ever true and faithful found, +And by my word of honour bound? +My father's bridge of truth shall stand +Unharmed by my destructive hand: +Not folly, ignorance, or greed +My darkened soul shall thus mislead. +Have we not heard that God and shade +Turn from the hated offerings paid +By him whose false and fickle mind +No pledge can hold, no promise bind? +Truth is all duty: as the soul, +It quickens and supports the whole. +The good respect this duty: hence +Its sacred claims I reverence. +The Warrior's duty I despise +That seeks the wrong in virtue's guise: +Those claims I shrink from, which the base, +Cruel, and covetous embrace. +The heart conceives the guilty thought, +Then by the hand the sin is wrought, +And with the pair is leagued a third, +The tongue that speaks the lying word. +Fortune and land and name and fame +To man's best care have right and claim; +The good will aye to truth adhere, +And its high laws must men revere. +Base were the deed thy lips would teach, +Approved as best by subtle speech. +Shall I my plighted promise break, +That I these woods my home would make? +Shall I, as Bharat's words advise, +My father's solemn charge despise? +Firm stands the oath which then before +My father's face I soothly swore, +Which Queen Kaikeyí's anxious ear +Rejoiced with highest joy to hear. +Still in the wood will I remain, +With food prescribed my life sustain, +And please with fruit and roots and flowers +Ancestral shades and heavenly powers. +Here every sense contented, still +Heeding the bounds of good and ill, +My settled course will I pursue, +Firm in my faith and ever true. +Here in this wild and far retreat +Will I my noble task complete; +And Fire and Wind and Moon shall be +Partakers of its fruit with me. +A hundred offerings duly wrought +His rank o'er Gods for Indra bought, +And mighty saints their heaven secured +By torturing years on earth endured.” +That scoffing plea the hero spurned, +And thus he spake once more, +Chiding, the while his bosom burned, +Javali's impious lore: +“Justice, and courage ne'er dismayed, +Pity for all distressed, +Truth, loving honour duly paid +To Brahman, God, and guest— +In these, the true and virtuous say, +Should lives of men be passed: +They form the right and happy way +That leads to heaven at last. +[pg 219] +My father's thoughtless act I chide +That gave thee honoured place, +Whose soul, from virtue turned aside, +Is faithless, dark, and base. +We rank the Buddhist with the thief,388 +And all the impious crew +Who share his sinful disbelief, +And hate the right and true. +Hence never should wise kings who seek +To rule their people well, +Admit, before their face to speak, +The cursed infidel. +But twice-born men in days gone by, +Of other sort than thou, +Have wrought good deeds, whose glories high +Are fresh among us now: +This world they conquered, nor in vain +They strove to win the skies: +The twice-born hence pure lives maintain, +And fires of worship rise. +Those who in virtue's path delight, +And with the virtuous live,— +Whose flames of holy zeal are bright, +Whose hands are swift to give, +Who injure none, and good and mild +In every grace excel, +Whose lives by sin are undefiled, +We love and honour well.” +Thus Rama spoke in righteous rage +Javali's speech to chide, +When thus again the virtuous sage +In truthful words replied: +“The atheist's lore I use no more, +Not mine his impious creed: +His words and doctrine I abhor, +Assumed at time of need. +E'en as I rose to speak with thee, +The fit occasion came +That bade me use the atheist's plea +To turn thee from thine aim. +The atheist creed I disavow, +Unsay the words of sin, +And use the faithful's language now +Thy favour, Prince, to win.” +Canto CX. The Sons Of Ikshvaku.389 +Then spake Vaśishṭha who perceived +That Rama's soul was wroth and grieved: +“Well knows the sage Javali all +The changes that the world befall; +And but to lead thee to revoke +Thy purpose were the words he spoke. +Lord of the world, now hear from me +How first this world began to be. +First water was, and naught beside; +There earth was formed that stretches wide. +Then with the Gods from out the same +The Self-existent Brahma came. +Then Brahma390 in a boar's disguise +Bade from the deep this earth arise; +Then, with his sons of tranquil soul, +He made the world and framed the whole. +From subtlest ether Brahma rose: +No end, no loss, no change he knows. +A son had he, Maríchi styled, +And Kaśyap was Maríchi's child. +From him Vivasvat sprang: from him +Manu, whose fame shall ne'er be dim. +Manu, who life to mortals gave, +Begot Ikshvaku good and brave: +First of Ayodhya's kings was he, +Pride of her famous dynasty. +From him the glorious Kukshi sprang, +Whose fame through all the regions rang. +Rival of Kukshi's ancient fame, +His heir the great Vikukshi came. +His son was Vana, lord of might, +His Anaranya, strong in fight. +No famine marred his blissful reign, +No drought destroyed the kindly grain; +Amid the sons of virtue chief, +His happy realm ne'er held a thief, +His son was Prithu, glorious name, +From him the wise Triśanku came: +Embodied to the skies he went +For love of truth preëminent. +He left a son renowned afar, +Known by the name of Dhundhumar. +His son succeeding bore the name +Of Yuvanaśva dear to fame. +He passed away. Him followed then +His son Mandhata, king of men. +His son was blest in high emprise, +Susandhi, fortunate and wise. +Two noble sons had he, to wit +Dhruvasandhi and Prasenajit. +Bharat was Dhruvasandhi's son: +His glorious arm the conquest won, +Against his son King Asit, rose +In fierce array his royal foes, +Haihayas, Talajanghas styled, +And Śaśivindhus fierce and wild. +[pg 220] +Long time he strove, but forced to yield +Fled from his kingdom and the field. +The wives he left had both conceived— +So is the ancient tale believed:— +One, of her rival's hopes afraid, +Fell poison in the viands laid. +It chanced that Chyavan, Bhrigu's child, +Had wandered to the pathless wild +Where proud Himalaya's lovely height +Detained him with a strange delight. +Then came the other widowed queen +With lotus eyes and beauteous mien, +Longing a noble son to bear, +And wooed the saint with earnest prayer. +When thus Kalindí, fairest dame +With reverent supplication came, +To her the holy sage replied: +“O royal lady, from thy side +A glorious son shall spring ere long, +Righteous and true and brave and strong; +He, scourge of foes and lofty-souled, +His ancient race shall still uphold.” +Then round the sage the lady went, +And bade farewell, most reverent. +Back to her home she turned once more, +And there her promised son she bore. +Because her rival mixed the bane +To render her conception vain, +And her unripened fruit destroy, +Sagar she called her rescued boy.391 +He, when he paid that solemn rite,392 +Filled living creatures with affright: +Obedient to his high decree +His countless sons dug out the sea. +Prince Asamanj was Sagar's child: +But him with cruel sin defiled +And loaded with the people's hate +His father banished from the state. +To Asamanj his consort bare +Bright Anśuman his valiant heir. +Anśuman's son, Dilípa famed, +Begot a son Bhagírath named. +From him renowned Kakutstha came: +Thou bearest still the lineal name. +Kakutstha's son was Raghu: thou +Art styled the son of Raghu now. +From him came Purushadak bold, +Fierce hero of gigantic mould: +Kalmashapada's name he bore, +Because his feet were spotted o'er. +Śankhan his son, to manhood grown, +Died sadly with his host o'erthrown, +But ere he perished sprang from him +Sudarśan fair in face and limb. +From beautiful Sudarśan came +Prince Agnivarna, bright as flame. +His son was Śíghraga, for speed +Unmatched; and Maru was his seed. +Prasusruka was Maru's child: +His son was Ambarísha styled. +Nahush was Ambarísha's heir +With hand to strike and heart to dare. +His son was good Nabhag, from youth +Renowned for piety and truth. +From great Nabhag sprang children two +Aja and Suvrat pure and true. +From Aja Daśaratha came, +Whose virtuous life was free from blame. +His eldest son art thou: his throne, +O famous Rama, is thine own. +Accept the sway so justly thine, +And view the world with eyes benign. +For ever in Ikshvaku's race +The eldest takes his father's place, +And while he lives no son beside +As lord and king is sanctified. +The rule by Raghu's children kept +Thou must not spurn to-day. +This realm of peerless wealth accept, +And like thy father sway.” +Canto CXI. Counsel To Bharat. +Thus said Vaśishṭha, and again +To Rama spake in duteous strain: +“All men the light of life who see +With high respect should look on three: +High honour ne'er must be denied +To father, mother, holy guide. +First to their sires their birth they owe, +Nursed with maternal love they grow: +Their holy guides fair knowledge teach: +So men should love and honour each. +Thy sire and thou have learned of me, +The sacred guide of him and thee, +And if my word thou wilt obey +Thou still wilt keep the virtuous way. +See, with the chiefs of every guild +And all thy friends, this place is filled: +All these, as duty bids, protect; +So still the righteous path respect. +O, for thine aged mother feel, +Nor spurn the virtuous dame's appeal: +Obey, O Prince, thy mother dear, +And still to virtue's path adhere. +Yield thou to Bharat's fond request, +With earnest supplication pressed, +So wilt thou to thyself be true, +And faith and duty still pursue.” +Thus by his saintly guide addressed +With pleas in sweetest tones expressed, +The lord of men in turn replied +To wise Vaśishṭha by his side: +“The fondest son's observance ne'er +Repays the sire and mother's care: +[pg 221] +The constant love that food provides, +And dress, and every need besides: +Their pleasant words still soft and mild, +Their nurture of the helpless child: +The words which Daśaratha spake, +My king and sire, I ne'er will break.” +Then Bharat of the ample chest +The wise Sumantra thus addressed; +“Bring sacred grass, O charioteer, +And strew it on the level here. +For I will sit and watch his face +Until I win my brother's grace. +Like a robbed Brahman will I lie,393 +Nor taste of food nor turn my eye, +In front of Rama's leafy cot, +And till he yield will leave him not.” +When Bharat saw Sumantra's eye +Looked up to Rama for reply, +The Prince himself in eager haste +The sacred grass in order placed. +Him great and mighty Rama, best +Of royal saints, in turn addressed: +“What, Bharat, have I done, that thou +Besiegest me,394 a suppliant now? +Thus streched, to force redress for wrongs +To men of Brahman birth belongs, +Not those upon whose kingly head +The consecrating drops are shed. +Up, lord of men! arise, and quit +This fearful vow for thee unfit. +Go, brother, seek Ayodhya's town, +Fair city of supreme renown.” +But Bharat, as his seat he took, +Cast all around an eager look: +“O people, join your prayers with mine, +And so his stubborn heart incline.” +And all the people answered thus: +“Full well is Rama known to us. +Right is the word he speaks and he +Is faithful to his sire's decree: +Nor can we rashly venture now +To turn him from his purposed vow.” +Then Rama spoke: “O Bharat, heed +Thy virtuous friends, and mark their rede. +Mark well what I and these advise, +And duty view with clearer eyes. +Thy hand on mine, O hero, place, +Touch water, and thy sin efface.” +Then Bharat rose: his hand he dipped, +And purifying water sipped: +“Each citizen,” he cried, “give ear, +Attend, each counsellor and peer. +My mother planned, by me untaught, +To win the sway I never sought: +Ne'er Raghu's son could I despise, +In duty's lore supremely wise. +Now if obedience to our sire +This dwelling in the woods require, +I, till the destined years be spent, +Will dwell alone in banishment.” +The virtuous Rama, wonder-stirred, +The faithful speech of Bharat heard, +And thus the hero's feelings found +Due utterance, as he gazed around: +“Still to my father's word I hold, +Whate'er he bought, or pledged, or sold: +Ne'er shall his living promise be +Annulled by Bharat or by me. +Not thus my task will I evade, +My exile on another laid: +Most wise was Queen Kaikeyí's rede, +And just and good my father's deed. +Dear Bharat's patient soul I know, +How reverence due he loves to show; +In him, high-souled and faithful found, +Must each auspicious grace abound. +When from the woods I turn again +I with his aid shall nobly reign, +With one so good, of peerless worth, +A glorious lord of happy earth. +Her boon Kaikeyí sought and won. +I, as my father swore, have done: +And O, do thou, my brother dear, +The monarch's name from falsehood clear. +Canto CXII. The Sandals. +High wonder mingled with delight +Took the great sages at the sight, +Thrilling their breasts who came to view +The meeting of the peerless two. +The saints and sages' holy train +Departed to their home again. +And high each holy voice was raised, +And thus the glorious brothers praised. +“High fate is his, the sire of two +Most virtuous souls, so brave and true: +With wonder and with joy intense +Our ears have heard their conference.” +Then the great sages, longing all +To see the ten-necked tyrant395 fall, +To Bharat, bravest of the brave, +Their salutary counsel gave: +“O thou of lofty lineage born, +Whom wisdom, conduct, fame adorn, +Thou for thy honoured father's sake +Shouldst Rama's righteous counsel take. +[pg 222] +All debts to Queen Kaikeyí paid, +Thy sire his home in heaven has made, +So virtuous Rama we would see +From filial obligation free.” +Thus gave each royal sage advice, +High saint, and bard of Paradise; +Then quickly vanishing from view +Each to his proper home withdrew. +Then Rama's face his rapture showed, +And his full heart with joy o'erflowed, +While, as the sages parted thence, +He paid his humble reverence. +Then Bharat shook in every limb +As suppliant thus he spake to him: +“The duty of a king respect, +Held by our race in high respect: +And O, thy gracious ear incline +To heed my mother's prayer and mine. +The mighty realm to rule and guard +For me alone is task too hard. +No power have I the love to gain +Of noble, citizen, and swain. +All those who know thee, warrior, friend, +On thee their eager glances bend, +As labouring hinds who till the plain +Look fondly for the Lord of Rain. +O wisest Prince, thy realm secure, +And make its firm foundations sure. +Kakutstha's son, thy mighty arm +Can keep the nation free from harm.” +He spoke, and fell in sorrow drowned +At Rama's feet upon the ground, +And there the hero sued and sighed, +And “Hear me, Raghu's son,” he cried. +Then Rama raised him up, and pressed +His brother to his loving breast, +And sweetly as a wild swan cried +To Bharat dark and lotus-eyed: +“So just and true thy generous soul, +Thy hand may well this earth control: +But many a sage his aid will lend, +With counsellor, and peer, and friend: +With these advise: their counsel ask, +And so perform thy arduous task. +The moon his beauty may forgo, +The cold forsake the Hills of Snow, +And Ocean o'er his banks may sweep, +But I my father's word will keep. +Now whether love of thee or greed +Thy mother led to plan the deed, +Forth from thy breast the memory throw, +And filial love and reverence show.” +Thus spake Kauśalya's son: again +Bharat replied in humble strain +To him who matched the sun in might +And lovely as the young moon's light: +“Put, noble brother, I entreat, +These sandals on thy blessed feet: +These, lord of men, with gold bedecked, +The realm and people will protect.” +Then Rama, as his brother prayed +Beneath his feet the sandals laid, +And these with fond affection gave +To Bharat's hand, the good and brave. +Then Bharat bowed his reverent head +And thus again to Rama said: +“Through fourteen seasons will I wear +The hermit's dress and matted hair: +With fruit and roots my life sustain, +And still beyond the realm remain, +Longing for thee to come again. +The rule and all affairs of state +I to these shoes will delegate. +And if, O tamer of thy foes, +When fourteen years have reached their close, +I see thee not that day return, +The kindled fire my frame shall burn.” +Then Rama to his bosom drew +Dear Bharat and Śatrughna too: +“Be never wroth,” he cried, “with her, +Kaikeyí's guardian minister: +This, glory of Ikshvaku's line, +Is Síta's earnest prayer and mine.” +He spoke, and as the big tears fell, +To his dear brother bade farewell. +Round Rama, Bharat strong and bold +In humble reverence paced, +When the bright sandals wrought with gold +Above his brows were placed. +The royal elephant who led +The glorious pomp he found, +And on the monster's mighty head +Those sandals duly bound. +Then noble Rama, born to swell +The glories of his race, +To all in order bade farewell +With love and tender grace— +To brothers, counsellers, and peers,— +Still firm, in duty proved, +Firm, as the Lord of Snow uprears +His mountains unremoved. +No queen, for choking sobs and sighs, +Could say her last adieu: +Then Rama bowed, with flooded eyes, +And to his cot withdrew. +Canto CXIII. Bharat's Return. +Bearing the sandals on his head +Away triumphant Bharat sped, +And clomb, Śatrughna by his side, +The car wherein he wont to ride. +Before the mighty army went +The lords for counsel eminent, +Vaśishṭha, Vamadeva next, +Javali, pure with prayer and text. +[pg 223] +Then from that lovely river they +Turned eastward on their homeward way: +With reverent steps from left to right +They circled Chitrakúṭa's height, +And viewed his peaks on every side +With stains of thousand metals dyed. +Then Bharat saw, not far away, +Where Bharadvaja's dwelling lay, +And when the chieftain bold and sage +Had reached that holy hermitage, +Down from the car he sprang to greet +The saint, and bowed before his feet. +High rapture filled the hermit's breast, +Who thus the royal prince addressed: +“Say, Bharat, is thy duty done? +Hast thou with Rama met, my son?” +The chief whose soul to virtue clave +This answer to the hermit gave: +“I prayed him with our holy guide: +But Raghu's son our prayer denied, +And long besought by both of us +He answered Saint Vaśishṭha thus: +“True to my vow, I still will be +Observant of my sire's decree: +Till fourteen years complete their course +That promise shall remain in force.” +The saint in highest wisdom taught, +These solemn words with wisdom fraught, +To him in lore of language learned +Most eloquent himself returned: +“Obey my rede: let Bharat hold +This pair of sandals decked with gold: +They in Ayodhya shall ensure +Our welfare, and our bliss secure.” +When Rama heard the royal priest +He rose, and looking to the east +Consigned the sandals to my hand +That they for him might guard the land. +Then from the high-souled chief's abode +I turned upon my homeward road, +Dismissed by him, and now this pair +Of sandals to Ayodhya bear.” +To him the hermit thus replied, +By Bharat's tidings gratified: +“No marvel thoughts so just and true, +Thou best of all who right pursue, +Should dwell in thee, O Prince of men, +As waters gather in the glen. +He is not dead, we mourn in vain: +Thy blessed father lives again, +Whose noble son we thus behold +Like Virtue's self in human mould.” +He ceased: before him Bharat fell +To clasp his feet, and said farewell: +His reverent steps around him bent, +And onward to Ayodhya went. +His host of followers stretching far +With many an elephant and car, +Waggon and steed, and mighty train, +Traversed their homeward way again. +O'er holy Yamuna they sped, +Fair stream, with waves engarlanded, +And then once more the rivers' queen, +The blessed Ganga's self was seen. +Then making o'er that flood his way, +Where crocodiles and monsters lay, +The king to Śringavera drew +His host and royal retinue. +His onward way he thence pursued, +And soon renowned Ayodhya viewed. +Then burnt by woe and sad of cheer +Bharat addressed the charioteer: +“Ah, see, Ayodhya dark and sad, +Her glory gone, once bright and glad: +Of joy and beauty reft, forlorn, +In silent grief she seems to mourn.” +Canto CXIV. Bharat's Departure. +Deep, pleasant was the chariot's sound +As royal Bharat, far renowned, +Whirled by his mettled coursers fast +Within Ayodhya's city passed. +There dark and drear was every home +Where cats and owls had space to roam, +As when the shades of midnight fall +With blackest gloom, and cover all: +As Rohiní, dear spouse of him +Whom Rahu hates,396 grows faint and dim, +When, as she shines on high alone +The demon's shade is o'er her thrown: +As burnt by summer's heat a rill +Scarce trickling from her parent hill, +With dying fish in pools half dried, +And fainting birds upon her side: +As sacrificial flames arise +When holy oil their food supplies, +But when no more the fire is fed +Sink lustreless and cold and dead: +Like some brave host that filled the plain, +With harness rent and captains slain, +When warrior, elephant, and steed +Mingled in wild confusion bleed: +As when, all spent her store of worth, +Rocks from her base the loosened earth: +Like a sad fallen star no more +Wearing the lovely light it wore: +So mournful in her lost estate +Was that sad town disconsolate. +Then car-borne Bharat, good and brave, +Thus spake to him the steeds who drave: +“Why are Ayodhya's streets so mute? +Where is the voice of lyre and lute? +Why sounds not, as of old, to-day +The music of the minstrel's lay? +[pg 224] +Where are the wreaths they used to twine? +Where are the blossoms and the wine? +Where is the cool refreshing scent +Of sandal dust with aloe blent? +The elephant's impatient roar, +The din of cars, I hear no more: +No more the horse's pleasant neigh +Rings out to meet me on my way. +Ayodhya's youths, since Rama's flight, +Have lost their relish for delight: +Her men roam forth no more, nor care +Bright garlands round their necks to wear. +All grieve for banished Rama: feast, +And revelry and song have ceased: +Like a black night when floods pour down, +So dark and gloomy is the town. +When will he come to make them gay +Like some auspicious holiday? +When will my brother, like a cloud +At summer's close, make glad the crowd?” +Then through the streets the hero rode, +And passed within his sire's abode, +Like some deserted lion's den, +Forsaken by the lord of men. +Then to the inner bowers he came, +Once happy home of many a dame, +Now gloomy, sad, and drear, +Dark as of old that sunless day +When wept the Gods in wild dismay;397 +There poured he many a tear. +Canto CXV. Nandigram.398 +Then when the pious chief had seen +Lodged in her home each widowed queen, +Still with his burning grief oppressed +His holy guides he thus addressed: +“I go to Nandigram: adieu, +This day, my lords to all of you: +I go, my load of grief to bear, +Reft of the son of Raghu, there. +The king my sire, alas, is dead, +And Rama to the forest fled; +There will I wait till he, restored, +Shall rule the realm, its rightful lord.” +They heard the high-souled prince's speech, +And thus with ready answer each +Of those great lords their chief addressed, +With saint Vaśishṭha and the rest: +“Good are the words which thou hast said, +By brotherly affection led, +Like thine own self, a faithful friend, +True to thy brother to the end: +A heart like thine must all approve, +Which naught from virtue's path can move.” +Soon as the words he loved to hear +Fell upon Bharat's joyful ear, +Thus to the charioteer he spoke: +“My car with speed, Sumantra, yoke.” +Then Bharat with delighted mien +Obeisance paid to every queen, +And with Śatrughna by his side +Mounting the car away he hied. +With lords, and priests in long array +The brothers hastened on their way. +And the great pomp the Brahmans led +With Saint Vaśishṭha at their head. +Then every face was eastward bent +As on to Nandigram they went. +Behind the army followed, all +Unsummoned by their leader's call, +And steeds and elephants and men +Streamed forth with every citizen. +As Bharat in his chariot rode +His heart with love fraternal glowed, +And with the sandals on his head +To Nandigram he quickly sped. +Within the town he swiftly pressed, +Alighted, and his guides addressed: +“To me in trust my brother's hand +Consigned the lordship of the land, +When he these gold-wrought sandals gave +As emblems to protect and save.” +Then Bharat bowed, and from his head +The sacred pledge deposited, +And thus to all the people cried +Who ringed him round on every side: +“Haste, for these sandals quickly bring +The canopy that shades the king. +Pay ye to them all reverence meet +As to my elder brother's feet, +For they will right and law maintain +Until King Rama come again. +My brother with a loving mind +These sandals to my charge consigned: +I till he come will guard with care +The sacred trust for Raghu's heir. +My watchful task will soon be done, +The pledge restored to Raghu's son; +Then shall I see, his wanderings o'er, +These sandals on his feet once more. +My brother I shall meet at last, +The burthen from my shoulders cast, +To Rama's hand the realm restore +And serve my elder as before. +When Rama takes again this pair +Of sandals kept with pious care, +And here his glorious reign begins, +I shall be cleansed from all my sins, +[pg 225] +When the glad people's voices ring +With welcome to the new-made king, +Joy will be mine four-fold as great +As if supreme I ruled the state.” +Thus humbly spoke in sad lament +The chief in fame preëminent: +Thus, by his reverent lords obeyed, +At Nandigram the kingdom swayed. +With hermit's dress and matted hair +He dwelt with all his army there. +The sandals of his brother's feet +Installed upon the royal seat, +He, all his powers to them referred, +Affairs of state administered. +In every care, in every task, +When golden store was brought, +He first, as though their rede to ask, +Those royal sandals sought. +Canto CXVI. The Hermit's Speech. +When Bharat took his homeward road +Still Rama in the wood abode: +But soon he marked the fear and care +That darkened all the hermits there. +For all who dwelt before the hill +Were sad with dread of coming ill: +Each holy brow was lined by thought, +And Rama's side they often sought. +With gathering frowns the prince they eyed, +And then withdrew and talked aside. +Then Raghu's son with anxious breast +The leader of the saints addressed: +“Can aught that I have done displease, +O reverend Sage, the devotees? +Why are their loving looks, O say, +Thus sadly changed or turned away? +Has Lakshman through his want of heed +Offended with unseemly deed? +Or is the gentle Síta, she +Who loved to honour you and me— +Is she the cause of this offence, +Failing in lowly reverence?” +One sage, o'er whom, exceeding old, +Had many a year of penance rolled, +Trembling in every aged limb +Thus for the rest replied to him: +“How could we, O beloved, blame +Thy lofty-souled Videhan dame, +Who in the good of all delights, +And more than all of anchorites? +But yet through thee a numbing dread +Of fiends among our band has spread; +Obstructed by the demons' art +The trembling hermits talk apart. +For Ravan's brother, overbold, +Named Khara, of gigantic mould, +Vexes with fury fierce and fell +All those in Janasthan399 who dwell. +Resistless in his cruel deeds, +On flesh of men the monster feeds: +Sinful and arrogant is he, +And looks with special hate on thee. +Since thou, beloved son, hast made +Thy home within this holy shade, +The fiends have vexed with wilder rage +The dwellers of the hermitage. +In many a wild and dreadful form +Around the trembling saints they swarm, +With hideous shape and foul disguise +They terrify our holy eyes. +They make our loathing souls endure +Insult and scorn and sights impure, +And flocking round the altars stay +The holy rites we love to pay. +In every spot throughout the grove +With evil thoughts the monsters rove, +Assailing with their secret might +Each unsuspecting anchorite. +Ladle and dish away they fling, +Our fires with floods extinguishing, +And when the sacred flame should burn +They trample on each water-urn. +Now when they see their sacred wood +Plagued by this impious brotherhood, +The troubled saints away would roam +And seek in other shades a home: +Hence will we fly, O Rama, ere +The cruel fiends our bodies tear. +Not far away a forest lies +Rich in the roots and fruit we prize, +To this will I and all repair +And join the holy hermits there; +Be wise, and with us thither flee +Before this Khara injure thee. +Mighty art thou, O Rama, yet +Each day with peril is beset. +If with thy consort by thy side +Thou in this wood wilt still abide.” +He ceased: the words the hero spake +The hermit's purpose failed to break: +To Raghu's son farewell he said, +And blessed the chief and comforted; +Then with the rest the holy sage +Departed from the hermitage. +So from the wood the saints withdrew, +And Rama bidding all adieu +In lowly reverence bent: +Instructed by their friendly speech, +Blest with the gracious love of each, +To his pure home he went. +Nor would the son of Raghu stray +A moment from that grove away +From which the saints had fled. +And many a hermit thither came +Attracted by his saintly fame +And the pure life he led. +[pg 226] +Canto CXVII. Anasúya. +But dwelling in that lonely spot +Left by the hermits pleased him not. +“I met the faithful Bharat here, +The townsmen, and my mother dear: +The painful memory lingers yet, +And stings me with a vain regret. +And here the host of Bharat camped, +And many a courser here has stamped, +And elephants with ponderous feet +Have trampled through the calm retreat.” +So forth to seek a home he hied, +His spouse and Lakshman by his side. +He came to Atri's pure retreat, +Paid reverence to his holy feet, +And from the saint such welcome won +As a fond father gives his son. +The noble prince with joy unfeigned +As a dear guest he entertained, +And cheered the glorious Lakshman too +And Síta with observance due. +Then Anasúya at the call +Of him who sought the good of all, +His blameless venerable spouse, +Delighting in her holy vows, +Came from her chamber to his side: +To her the virtuous hermit cried: +“Receive, I pray, with friendly grace +This dame of Maithil monarchs' race:” +To Rama next made known his wife, +The devotee of saintliest life: +“Ten thousand years this votaress bent +On sternest rites of penance spent; +She when the clouds withheld their rain, +And drought ten years consumed the plain, +Caused grateful roots and fruit to grow +And ordered Ganga here to flow: +So from their cares the saints she freed, +Nor let these checks their rites impede, +She wrought in Heaven's behalf, and made +Ten nights of one, the Gods to aid:400 +Let holy Anasúya be +An honoured mother, Prince, to thee. +Let thy Videhan spouse draw near +To her whom all that live revere, +Stricken in years, whose loving mind +Is slow to wrath and ever kind.” +He ceased: and Rama gave assent, +And said, with eyes on Síta bent: +“O Princess, thou hast heard with me +This counsel of the devotee: +Now that her touch thy soul may bless, +Approach the saintly votaress: +Come to the venerable dame, +Far known by Anasúya's name: +The mighty things that she has done +High glory in the world have won.” +Thus spoke the son of Raghu: she +Approached the saintly devotee, +Who with her white locks, old and frail, +Shook like a plantain in the gale. +To that true spouse she bowed her head, +And “Lady, I am Síta,” said: +Raised suppliant hands and prayed her tell +That all was prosperous and well. +The aged matron, when she saw +Fair Síta true to duty's law, +Addressed her thus: “High fate is thine +Whose thoughts to virtue still incline. +Thou, lady of the noble mind, +Hast kin and state and wealth resigned +To follow Rama forced to tread +Where solitary woods are spread. +Those women gain high spheres above +Who still unchanged their husbands love, +Whether they dwell in town or wood, +Whether their hearts be ill or good. +Though wicked, poor, or led away +In love's forbidden paths to stray, +The noble matron still will deem +Her lord a deity supreme. +Regarding kin and friendship, I +Can see no better, holier tie, +And every penance-rite is dim +Beside the joy of serving him. +But dark is this to her whose mind +Promptings of idle fancy blind, +Who led by evil thoughts away +Makes him who should command obey. +Such women, O dear Maithil dame, +Their virtue lose and honest fame, +Enslaved by sin and folly, led +In these unholy paths to tread. +But they who good and true like thee +The present and the future see, +Like men by holy deeds will rise +To mansions in the blissful skies. +So keep thee pure from taint of sin, +Still to thy lord be true, +And fame and merit shalt thou win, +To thy devotion due.” +Canto CXVIII. Anasúya's Gifts. +Thus by the holy dame addressed +Who banished envy from her breast, +Her lowly reverence Síta paid, +And softly thus her answer made: +“No marvel, best of dames, thy speech +The duties of a wife should teach; +[pg 227] +Yet I, O lady, also know +Due reverence to my lord to show. +Were he the meanest of the base, +Unhonoured with a single grace, +My husband still I ne'er would leave, +But firm through all to him would cleave: +Still rather to a lord like mine +Whose virtues high-exalted shine, +Compassionate, of lofty soul, +With every sense in due control, +True in his love, of righteous mind, +Like a dear sire and mother kind. +E'en as he ever loves to treat +Kauśalya with observance meet, +Has his behaviour ever been +To every other honoured queen. +Nay, more, a sonlike reverence shows +The noble Rama e'en to those +On whom the king his father set +His eyes one moment, to forget. +Deep in my heart the words are stored, +Said by the mother of my lord, +When from my home I turned away +In the lone fearful woods to stray. +The counsel of my mother deep +Impressed upon my soul I keep, +When by the fire I took my stand, +And Rama clasped in his my hand. +And in my bosom cherished yet, +My friends' advice I ne'er forget: +Woman her holiest offering pays +When she her husband's will obeys. +Good Savitrí her lord obeyed, +And a high saint in heaven was made, +And for the self-same virtue thou +Hast heaven in thy possession now. +And she with whom no dame could vie, +Now a bright Goddess in the sky, +Sweet Rohiní the Moon's dear Queen, +Without her lord is never seen: +And many a faithful wife beside +For her pure love is glorified.” +Thus Síta spake: soft rapture stole +Through Anasúya's saintly soul: +Kisses on Síta's head she pressed, +And thus the Maithil dame addressed: +“I by long rites and toils endured +Rich store of merit have secured: +From this my wealth will I bestow +A blessing ere I let thee go. +So right and wise and true each word +That from thy lips mine ears have heard, +I love thee: be my pleasing task +To grant the boon that thou shalt ask.” +Then Síta marvelled much, and while +Played o'er her lips a gentle smile, +“All has been done, O Saint,” she cried, +“And naught remains to wish beside.” +She spake; the lady's meek reply +Swelled Anasúya's rapture high. +“Síta,” she said, “my gift to-day +Thy sweet contentment shall repay. +Accept this precious robe to wear, +Of heavenly fabric, rich and rare, +These gems thy limbs to ornament, +This precious balsam sweet of scent. +O Maithil dame, this gift of mine +Shall make thy limbs with beauty shine, +And breathing o'er thy frame dispense +Its pure and lasting influence. +This balsam on thy fair limbs spread +New radiance on thy lord shall shed, +As Lakshmí's beauty lends a grace +To Vishnu's own celestial face.” +Then Síta took the gift the dame +Bestowed on her in friendship's name, +The balsam, gems, and robe divine, +And garlands wreathed of bloomy twine; +Then sat her down, with reverence meet, +At saintly Anasúya's feet. +The matron rich in rites and vows +Turned her to Rama's Maithil spouse, +And questioned thus in turn to hear +A pleasant tale to charm her ear: +“Síta, 'tis said that Raghu's son +Thy hand, mid gathered suitors, won. +I fain would hear thee, lady, tell +The story as it all befell: +Do thou repeat each thing that passed, +Reviewing all from first to last.” +Thus spake the dame to Síta: she +Replying to the devotee, +“Then, lady, thy attention lend,” +Rehearsed the story to the end: +“King Janak, just and brave and strong, +Who loves the right and hates the wrong, +Well skilled in what the law ordains +For Warriors, o'er Videha reigns. +Guiding one morn the plough, his hand +Marked out, for rites the sacred land, +When, as the ploughshare cleft the earth, +Child of the king I leapt to birth. +Then as the ground he smoothed and cleared, +He saw me all with dust besmeared, +And on the new-found babe, amazed +The ruler of Videha gazed. +In childless love the monarch pressed +The welcome infant to his breast: +“My daughter,” thus he cried, “is she:” +And as his child he cared for me. +Forth from the sky was heard o'erhead +As 'twere a human voice that said: +“Yea, even so: great King, this child +Henceforth thine own be justly styled.” +Videha's monarch, virtuous souled, +Rejoiced o'er me with joy untold, +Delighting in his new-won prize, +The darling of his heart and eyes. +To his chief queen of saintly mind +The precious treasure he consigned, +And by her side she saw me grow, +Nursed with the love which mothers know. +[pg 228] +Then as he saw the seasons fly, +And knew my marriage-time was nigh, +My sire was vexed with care, as sad +As one who mourns the wealth he had: +“Scorn on the maiden's sire must wait +From men of high and low estate: +The virgin's father all despise, +Though Indra's peer, who rules the skies.” +More near he saw, and still more near, +The scorn that filled his soul with fear, +On trouble's billowy ocean tossed, +Like one whose shattered bark is lost. +My father knowing how I came, +No daughter of a mortal dame, +In all the regions failed to see +A bridegroom meet to match with me. +Each way with anxious thought he scanned, +And thus at length the monarch planned: +“The Bride's Election will I hold, +With every rite prescribed of old.” +It pleased King Varun to bestow +Quiver and shafts and heavenly bow +Upon my father's sire who reigned, +When Daksha his great rite ordained. +Where was the man might bend or lift +With utmost toil that wondrous gift? +Not e'en in dreams could mortal king +Strain the great bow or draw the string. +Of this tremendous bow possessed, +My truthful father thus addressed +The lords of many a region, all +Assembled at the monarch's call: +“Whoe'er this bow can manage, he +The husband of my child shall be.” +The suitors viewed with hopeless eyes +That wondrous bow of mountain size, +Then to my sire they bade adieu, +And all with humbled hearts withdrew. +At length with Viśvamitra came +This son of Raghu, dear to fame, +The royal sacrifice to view. +Near to my father's home he drew, +His brother Lakshman by his side, +Rama, in deeds heroic tried. +My sire with honour entertained +The saint in lore of duty trained, +Who thus in turn addressed the king: +“Rama and Lakshman here who spring +From royal Daśaratha, long +To see thy bow so passing strong.” +Before the prince's eyes was laid +That marvel, as the Brahman prayed. +One moment on the bow he gazed, +Quick to the notch the string he raised, +Then, in the wandering people's view, +The cord with mighty force he drew. +Then with an awful crash as loud +As thunderbolts that cleave the cloud, +The bow beneath the matchless strain +Of arms heroic snapped in twain. +Thus, giving purest water, he, +My sire, to Rama offered me. +The prince the offered gift declined +Till he should learn his father's mind; +So horsemen swift Ayodhya sought +And back her aged monarch brought. +Me then my sire to Rama gave, +Self-ruled, the bravest of the brave. +And Urmila, the next to me, +Graced with all gifts, most fair to see, +My sire with Raghu's house allied, +And gave her to be Lakshman's bride. +Thus from the princes of the land +Lord Rama won my maiden hand, +And him exalted high above +Heroic chiefs I truly love.” +Canto CXIX. The Forest. +When Anasúya, virtuous-souled, +Had heard the tale by Síta told, +She kissed the lady's brow and laced +Her loving arms around her waist. +“With sweet-toned words distinct and clear +Thy pleasant tale has charmed mine ear, +How the great king thy father held +That Maiden's Choice unparalleled. +But now the sun has sunk from sight, +And left the world to holy Night. +Hark! how the leafy thickets sound +With gathering birds that twitter round: +They sought their food by day, and all +Flock homeward when the shadows fall. +See, hither comes the hermit band, +Each with his pitcher in his hand: +Fresh from the bath, their locks are wet, +Their coats of bark are dripping yet. +Here saints their fires of worship tend, +And curling wreaths of smoke ascend: +Borne on the flames they mount above, +Dark as the brown wings of the dove. +The distant trees, though well-nigh bare, +Gloom thickened by the evening air, +And in the faint uncertain light +Shut the horizon from our sight. +The beasts that prowl in darkness rove +On every side about the grove, +And the tame deer, at ease reclined +Their shelter near the altars find. +The night o'er all the sky is spread, +With lunar stars engarlanded, +And risen in his robes of light +The moon is beautifully bright. +Now to thy lord I bid thee go: +Thy pleasant tale has charmed me so: +One thing alone I needs must pray, +Before me first thyself array: +Here in thy heavenly raiment shine, +And glad, dear love, these eyes of mine.” +[pg 229] +Then like a heavenly Goddess shone +Fair Síta with that raiment on. +She bowed her to the matron's feet, +Then turned away her lord to meet. +The hero prince with joy surveyed +His Síta in her robes arrayed, +As glorious to his arms she came +With love-gifts of the saintly dame. +She told him how the saint to show +Her fond affection would bestow +That garland of celestial twine, +Those ornaments and robes divine. +Then Rama's heart, nor Lakshman's less, +Was filled with pride and happiness, +For honours high had Síta gained, +Which mortal dames have scarce obtained. +There honoured by each pious sage +Who dwelt within the hermitage, +Beside his darling well content +That sacred night the hero spent. +The princes, when the night had fled, +Farewell to all the hermits said, +Who gazed upon the distant shade, +Their lustral rites and offerings paid. +The saints who made their dwelling there +In words like these addressed the pair: +“O Princes, monsters fierce and fell +Around that distant forest dwell: +On blood from human veins they feed, +And various forms assume at need, +With savage beasts of fearful power +That human flesh and blood devour. +Our holy saints they rend and tear +When met alone or unaware, +And eat them in their cruel joy: +These chase, O Rama, or destroy. +By this one path our hermits go +To fetch the fruits that yonder grow: +By this, O Prince, thy feet should stray +Through pathless forests far away.” +Thus by the reverent saints addressed, +And by their prayers auspicious blessed, +He left the holy crowd: +His wife and brother by his side, +Within the mighty wood he hied. +So sinks the Day-God in his pride +Beneath a bank of cloud. +BOOK III. +Canto I. The Hermitage. +When Rama, valiant hero, stood +In the vast shade of Danḍak wood, +His eyes on every side he bent +And saw a hermit settlement, +Where coats of bark were hung around, +And holy grass bestrewed the ground. +Bright with Brahmanic lustre glowed +That circle where the saints abode: +Like the hot sun in heaven it shone, +Too dazzling to be looked upon. +Wild creatures found a refuge where +The court, well-swept, was bright and fair, +And countless birds and roedeer made +Their dwelling in the friendly shade. +Beneath the boughs of well-loved trees +Oft danced the gay Apsarases.401 +Around was many an ample shed +Wherein the holy fire was fed; +With sacred grass and skins of deer, +Ladles and sacrificial gear, +And roots and fruit, and wood to burn, +And many a brimming water-urn. +Tall trees their hallowed branches spread, +Laden with pleasant fruit, o'erhead; +And gifts which holy laws require,402 +And solemn offerings burnt with fire,403 +And Veda chants on every side +That home of hermits sanctified. +There many a flower its odour shed, +And lotus blooms the lake o'erspred. +There, clad in coats of bark and hide,— +Their food by roots and fruit supplied,— +Dwelt many an old and reverend sire +Bright as the sun or Lord of Fire, +All with each worldly sense subdued, +A pure and saintly multitude. +The Veda chants, the saints who trod +The sacred ground and mused on God, +Made that delightful grove appear +Like Brahma's own most glorious sphere. +As Raghu's splendid son surveyed +That hermit home and tranquil shade, +He loosed his mighty bow-string, then +Drew nearer to the holy men. +[pg 230] +With keen celestial sight endued +Those mighty saints the chieftain viewed, +With joy to meet the prince they came, +And gentle Síta dear to fame. +They looked on virtuous Rama, fair +As Soma404 in the evening air, +And Lakshman by his brother's side, +And Síta long in duty tried, +And with glad blessings every sage +Received them in the hermitage. +Then Rama's form and stature tall +Entranced the wondering eyes of all,— +His youthful grace, his strength of limb, +And garb that nobly sat on him. +To Lakshman too their looks they raised, +And upon Síta's beauty gazed +With eyes that closed not lest their sight +Should miss the vision of delight. +Then the pure hermits of the wood, +Rejoicing in all creatures' good, +Their guest, the glorious Rama, led +Within a cot with leaves o'erhead. +With highest honour all the best +Of radiant saints received their guest, +With kind observance, as is meet, +And gave him water for his feet. +To highest pitch of rapture wrought +Their stores of roots and fruit they brought. +They poured their blessings on his head, +And “All we have is thine,” they said. +Then, reverent hand to hand applied,405 +Each duty-loving hermit cried: +“The king is our protector, bright +In fame, maintainer of the right. +He bears the awful sword, and hence +Deserves an elder's reverence. +One fourth of Indra's essence, he +Preserves his realm from danger free, +Hence honoured by the world of right +The king enjoys each choice delight. +Thou shouldst to us protection give, +For in thy realm, dear lord, we live: +Whether in town or wood thou be, +Thou art our king, thy people we. +Our wordly aims are laid aside, +Our hearts are tamed and purified. +To thee our guardian, we who earn +Our only wealth by penance turn.” +Then the pure dwellers in the shade +To Raghu's son due honour paid, +And Lakshman, bringing store of roots, +And many a flower, and woodland fruits. +And others strove the prince to please +With all attentive courtesies. +Canto II. Viradha. +Thus entertained he passed the night, +Then, with the morning's early light, +To all the hermits bade adieu +And sought his onward way anew. +He pierced the mighty forest where +Roamed many a deer and pard and bear: +Its ruined pools he scarce could see. +For creeper rent and prostrate tree, +Where shrill cicada's cries were heard, +And plaintive notes of many a bird. +Deep in the thickets of the wood +With Lakshman and his spouse he stood, +There in the horrid shade he saw +A giant passing nature's law: +Vast as some mountain-peak in size, +With mighty voice and sunken eyes, +Huge, hideous, tall, with monstrous face, +Most ghastly of his giant race. +A tiger's hide the Rakshas wore +Still reeking with the fat and gore: +Huge-faced, like Him who rules the dead, +All living things he struck with dread. +Three lions, tigers four, ten deer +He carried on his iron spear, +Two wolves, an elephant's head beside +With mighty tusks which blood-drops dyed. +When on the three his fierce eye fell, +He charged them with a roar and yell +As furious as the grisly King +When stricken worlds are perishing. +Then with a mighty roar that shook +The earth beneath their feet, he took +The trembling Síta to his side. +Withdrew a little space, and cried: +“Ha, short lived wretches, ye who dare, +In hermit dress with matted hair, +Armed each with arrows, sword, and bow, +Through Danḍak's pathless wood to go: +How with one dame, I bid you tell, +Can you among ascetics dwell? +Who are ye, sinners, who despise +The right, in holy men's disguise? +The great Viradha, day by day +Through this deep-tangled wood I stray, +And ever, armed with trusty steel, +I seize a saint to make my meal. +This woman young and fair of frame +Shall be the conquering giant's dame: +Your blood, ye things of evil life, +My lips shall quaff in battle strife.” +He spoke: and Janak's hapless child, +Scared by his speech so fierce and wild, +[pg 231] +Trembled for terror, as a frail +Young plantain shivers in the gale. +When Rama saw Viradha clasp +Fair Síta in his mighty grasp, +Thus with pale lips that terror dried +The hero to his brother cried: +“O see Viradha's arm enfold +My darling in its cursed hold,— +The child of Janak best of kings, +My spouse whose soul to virtue clings, +Sweet princess, with pure glory bright, +Nursed in the lap of soft delight. +Now falls the blow Kaikeyí meant, +Successful in her dark intent: +This day her cruel soul will be +Triumphant over thee and me. +Though Bharat on the throne is set, +Her greedy eyes look farther yet: +Me from my home she dared expel, +Me whom all creatures loved so well. +This fatal day at length, I ween, +Brings triumph to the younger queen. +I see with bitterest grief and shame +Another touch the Maithil dame. +Not loss of sire and royal power +So grieves me as this mournful hour.” +Thus in his anguish cried the chief: +Then drowned in tears, o'erwhelmed by grief, +Thus Lakshman in his anger spake, +Quick panting like a spell-bound snake: +“Canst thou, my brother, Indra's peer, +When I thy minister am near, +Thus grieve like some forsaken thing, +Thou, every creature's lord and king? +My vengeful shaft the fiend shall slay, +And earth shall drink his blood to-day. +The fury which my soul at first +Upon usurping Bharat nursed, +On this Viradha will I wreak +As Indra splits the mountain peak. +Winged by this arm's impetuous might +My shaft with deadly force +The monster in the chest shall smite, +And fell his shattered corse.” +Canto III. Viradha Attacked. +Viradha with a fearful shout +That echoed through the wood, cried out: +“What men are ye, I bid you say, +And whither would ye bend your way?” +To him whose mouth shot fiery flame +The hero told his race and name: +“Two Warriors, nobly bred, are we, +And through this wood we wander free. +But who art thou, how born and styled, +Who roamest here in Danḍak's wild?” +To Rama, bravest of the brave, +His answer thus Viradha gave: +“Hear, Raghu's son, and mark me well, +And I my name and race will tell. +Of Śatahrada born, I spring +From Java as my sire, O King: +Me, of this lofty lineage, all +Giants on earth Viradha call. +The rites austere I long maintained +From Brahma's grace the boon have gained +To bear a charmed frame which ne'er +Weapon or shaft may pierce or tear. +Go as ye came, untouched by fear, +And leave with me this woman here: +Go, swiftly from my presence fly, +Or by this hand ye both shall die.” +Then Rama with his fierce eyes red +With fury to the giant said: +“Woe to thee, sinner, fond and weak, +Who madly thus thy death wilt seek! +Stand, for it waits thee in the fray: +With life thou ne'er shalt flee away.” +He spoke, and raised the cord whereon +A pointed arrow flashed and shone, +Then, wild with anger, from his bow, +He launched the weapon on the foe. +Seven times the fatal cord he drew, +And forth seven rapid arrows flew, +Shafts winged with gold that left the wind +And e'en Suparna's406 self behind. +Full on the giant's breast they smote, +And purpled like the peacock's throat, +Passed through his mighty bulk and came +To earth again like flakes of flame. +The fiend the Maithil dame unclasped; +In his fierce hand his spear he grasped, +And wild with rage, pierced through and through, +At Rama and his brother flew. +So loud the roar which chilled with fear, +So massy was the monster's spear, +He seemed, like Indra's flagstaff, dread +As the dark God who rules the dead. +On huge Viradha fierce as He407 +Who smites, and worlds have ceased to be, +The princely brothers poured amain +Their fiery flood of arrowy rain. +Unmoved he stood, and opening wide +His dire mouth laughed unterrified, +And ever as the monster gaped +Those arrows from his jaws escaped. +Preserving still his life unharmed, +By Brahma's saving promise charmed, +His mighty spear aloft in air +He raised, and rushed upon the pair. +From Rama's bow two arrows flew +And cleft that massive spear in two, +[pg 232] +Dire as the flaming levin sent +From out the cloudy firmament. +Cut by the shafts he guided well +To earth the giant's weapon fell: +As when from Meru's summit, riven +By fiery bolts, a rock is driven. +Then swift his sword each warrior drew, +Like a dread serpent black of hue, +And gathering fury for the blow +Rushed fiercely on the giant foe. +Around each prince an arm he cast, +And held the dauntless heroes fast: +Then, though his gashes gaped and bled, +Bearing the twain he turned and fled. +Then Rama saw the giant's plan, +And to his brother thus began: +“O Lakshman, let Viradha still +Hurry us onward as he will, +For look, Sumitra's son, he goes +Along the path we freely chose.” +He spoke: the rover of the night +Upraised them with terrific might, +Till, to his lofty shoulders swung, +Like children to his neck they clung. +Then sending far his fearful roar, +The princes through the wood he bore,— +A wood like some vast cloud to view, +Where birds of every plumage flew, +And mighty trees o'erarching threw +Dark shadows on the ground; +Where snakes and silvan creatures made +Their dwelling, and the jackal strayed +Through tangled brakes around. +Canto IV. Viradha's Death. +But Síta viewed with wild affright +The heroes hurried from her sight. +She tossed her shapely arms on high, +And shrieked aloud her bitter cry: +“Ah, the dread giant bears away +The princely Rama as his prey, +Truthful and pure, and good and great, +And Lakshman shares his brother's fate. +The brindled tiger and the bear +My mangled limbs for food will tear. +Take me, O best of giants, me, +And leave the sons of Raghu free.” +Then, by avenging fury spurred, +Her mournful cry the heroes heard, +And hastened, for the lady's sake, +The wicked monster's life to take. +Then Lakshman with resistless stroke +The foe's left arm that held him broke, +And Rama too, as swift to smite, +Smashed with his heavy hand the right. +With broken arms and tortured frame +To earth the fainting giant came, +Like a huge cloud, or mighty rock +Rent, sundered by the levin's shock. +Then rushed they on, and crushed and beat +Their foe with arms and fists and feet, +And nerved each mighty limb to pound +And bray him on the level ground. +Keen arrows and each biting blade +Wide rents in breast and side had made; +But crushed and torn and mangled, still +The monster lived they could not kill. +When Rama saw no arms might slay +The fiend who like a mountain lay, +The glorious hero, swift to save +In danger, thus his counsel gave: +“O Prince of men, his charmed life +No arms may take in battle strife: +Now dig we in this grove a pit +His elephantine bulk to fit, +And let the hollowed earth enfold +The monster of gigantic mould.” +This said, the son of Raghu pressed +His foot upon the giant's breast. +With joy the prostrate monster heard +Victorious Rama's welcome word, +And straight Kakutstha's son, the best +Of men, in words like these addressed: +“I yield, O chieftain, overthrown +By might that vies with Indra's own. +Till now my folly-blinded eyes +Thee, hero, failed to recognize. +Happy Kauśalya! blest to be +The mother of a son like thee! +I know thee well, O chieftain, now: +Rama, the prince of men, art thou. +There stands the high-born Maithil dame, +There Lakshman, lord of mighty fame. +My name was Tumburu,408 for song +Renowned among the minstrel throng: +Cursed by Kuvera's stern decree +I wear the hideous shape you see. +But when I sued, his grace to crave, +The glorious God this answer gave: +“When Rama, Daśaratha's son, +Destroys thee and the fight is won, +Thy proper shape once more assume, +And heaven again shall give thee room.” +When thus the angry God replied, +No prayers could turn his wrath aside, +And thus on me his fury fell +For loving Rambha's409 charms too well. +Now through thy favour am I freed +From the stern fate the God decreed, +And saved, O tamer of the foe, +[pg 233] +By thee, to heaven again shall go. +A league, O Prince, beyond this spot +Stands holy Śarabhanga's cot: +The very sun is not more bright +Than that most glorious anchorite: +To him, O Rama, quickly turn, +And blessings from the hermit earn. +First under earth my body throw, +Then on thy way rejoicing go. +Such is the law ordained of old +For giants when their days are told: +Their bodies laid in earth, they rise +To homes eternal in the skies.” +Thus, by the rankling dart oppressed, +Kakutstha's offspring he addressed: +In earth his mighty body lay, +His spirit fled to heaven away. +Thus spake Viradha ere he died; +And Rama to his brother cried: +“Now dig we in this grove a pit +His elephantine bulk to fit. +And let the hollowed earth enfold +This mighty giant fierce and bold.” +This said, the valiant hero put +Upon the giant's neck his foot. +His spade obedient Lakshman plied, +And dug a pit both deep and wide +By lofty souled Viradha's side. +Then Raghu's son his foot withdrew, +And down the mighty form they threw; +One awful shout of joy he gave +And sank into the open grave. +The heroes, to their purpose true, +In fight the cruel demon slew, +And radiant with delight +Deep in the hollowed earth they cast +The monster roaring to the last, +In their resistless might. +Thus when they saw the warrior's steel +No life-destroying blow might deal, +The pair, for lore renowned, +Deep in the pit their hands had made +The unresisting giant laid, +And killed him neath the ground. +Upon himself the monster brought +From Rama's hand the death he sought +With strong desire to gain: +And thus the rover of the night +Told Rama, as they strove in fight, +That swords might rend and arrows smite +Upon his breast in vain. +Thus Rama, when his speech he heard, +The giant's mighty form interred, +Which mortal arms defied. +With thundering crash the giant fell, +And rock and cave and forest dell +With echoing roar replied. +The princes, when their task was done +And freedom from the peril won, +Rejoiced to see him die. +Then in the boundless wood they strayed, +Like the great sun and moon displayed +Triumphant in the sky.410 +Canto V. Sarabhanga. +Then Rama, having slain in fight +Viradha of terrific might, +With gentle words his spouse consoled, +And clasped her in his loving hold. +Then to his brother nobly brave +The valiant prince his counsel gave: +“Wild are these woods around us spread; +And hard and rough the ground to tread: +We, O my brother, ne'er have viewed +So dark and drear a solitude: +To Śarabhanga let us haste, +Whom wealth of holy works has graced.” +Thus Rama spoke, and took the road +To Śarabhanga's pure abode. +But near that saint whose lustre vied +With Gods, by penance purified, +With startled eyes the prince beheld +A wondrous sight unparalleled. +In splendour like the fire and sun +He saw a great and glorious one. +Upon a noble car he rode, +And many a God behind him glowed: +And earth beneath his feet unpressed411 +The monarch of the skies confessed. +Ablaze with gems, no dust might dim +The bright attire that covered him. +Arrayed like him, on every side +High saints their master glorified. +Near, borne in air, appeared in view +His car which tawny coursers drew, +Like silver cloud, the moon, or sun +Ere yet the day is well begun. +Wreathed with gay garlands, o'er his head +A pure white canopy was spread, +And lovely nymphs stood nigh to hold +Fair chouris with their sticks of gold, +Which, waving in each gentle hand, +The forehead of their monarch fanned. +God, saint, and bard, a radiant ring, +Sang glory to their heavenly King: +Forth into joyful lauds they burst +As Indra with the sage conversed. +Then Rama, when his wondering eyes +Beheld the monarch of the skies, +[pg 234] +To Lakshman quickly called, and showed +The car wherein Lord Indra rode: +“See, brother, see that air-borne car, +Whose wondrous glory shines afar: +Wherefrom so bright a lustre streams +That like a falling sun it seems: +These are the steeds whose fame we know, +Of heavenly race through heaven they go: +These are the steeds who bear the yoke +Of Śakra,412 Him whom all invoke. +Behold these youths, a glorious band, +Toward every wind a hundred stand: +A sword in each right hand is borne, +And rings of gold their arms adorn. +What might in every broad deep chest +And club-like arm is manifest! +Clothed in attire of crimson hue +They show like tigers fierce to view. +Great chains of gold each warder deck, +Gleaming like fire beneath his neck. +The age of each fair youth appears +Some score and five of human years: +The ever-blooming prime which they +Who live in heaven retain for aye: +Such mien these lordly beings wear, +Heroic youths, most bright and fair. +Now, brother, in this spot, I pray, +With the Videhan lady stay, +Till I have certain knowledge who +This being is, so bright to view.” +He spoke, and turning from the spot +Sought Śarabhanga's hermit cot. +But when the lord of Śachí413 saw +The son of Raghu near him draw, +He hastened of the sage to take +His leave, and to his followers spake: +“See, Rama bends his steps this way, +But ere he yet a word can say, +Come, fly to our celestial sphere; +It is not meet he see me here. +Soon victor and triumphant he +In fitter time shall look on me. +Before him still a great emprise, +A task too hard for others, lies.” +Then with all marks of honour high +The Thunderer bade the saint good-bye, +And in his car which coursers drew +Away to heaven the conqueror flew. +Then Rama, Lakshman, and the dame, +To Śarabhanga nearer came, +Who sat beside the holy flame. +Before the ancient sage they bent, +And clasped his feet most reverent; +Then at his invitation found +A seat beside him on the ground. +Then Rama prayed the sage would deign +Lord Indra's visit to explain; +And thus at length the holy man +In answer to his prayer began: +“This Lord of boons has sought me here +To waft me hence to Brahma's sphere, +Won by my penance long and stern,— +A home the lawless ne'er can earn. +But when I knew that thou wast nigh, +To Brahma's world I could not fly +Until these longing eyes were blest +With seeing thee, mine honoured guest. +Since thou, O Prince, hast cheered my sight, +Great-hearted lover of the right, +To heavenly spheres will I repair +And bliss supreme that waits me there. +For I have won, dear Prince, my way +To those fair worlds which ne'er decay, +Celestial seat of Brahma's reign: +Be thine, with me, those worlds to gain.” +Then master of all sacred lore, +Spake Rama to the saint once more: +“I, even I, illustrious sage, +Will make those worlds mine heritage: +But now, I pray, some home assign +Within this holy grove of thine.” +Thus Rama, Indra's peer in might, +Addressed the aged anchorite: +And he, with wisdom well endued, +To Raghu's son his speech renewed: +“Sutíkshna's woodland home is near, +A glorious saint of life austere, +True to the path of duty; he +With highest bliss will prosper thee. +Against the stream thy course must be +Of this fair brook Mandakiní, +Whereon light rafts like blossoms glide; +Then to his cottage turn aside. +There lies thy path: but ere thou go, +Look on me, dear one, till I throw +Aside this mould that girds me in, +As casts the snake his withered skin.” +He spoke, the fire in order laid +With holy oil due offerings made, +And Śarabhanga, glorious sire, +Laid down his body in the fire. +Then rose the flame above his head, +On skin, blood, flesh, and bones it fed, +Till forth, transformed, with radiant hue +Of tender youth, he rose anew, +Far-shining in his bright attire +Came Śarabhanga from the pyre: +Above the home of saints, and those +Who feed the quenchless flame,414 he rose: +Beyond the seat of Gods he passed, +And Brahma's sphere was gained at last. +[pg 235] +The noblest of the twice-born race, +For holy works supreme in place, +The Mighty Father there beheld +Girt round by hosts unparalleled; +And Brahma joying at the sight +Welcomed the glorious anchorite. +Canto VI. Rama's Promise. +When he his heavenly home had found, +The holy men who dwelt around +To Rama flocked, whose martial fame +Shone glorious as the kindled flame: +Vaikhanasas415 who love the wild, +Pure hermits Balakhilyas416 styled, +Good Samprakshalas,417 saints who live +On rays which moon and daystar give: +Those who with leaves their lives sustain +And those who pound with stones their grain: +And they who lie in pools, and those +Whose corn, save teeth, no winnow knows: +Those who for beds the cold earth use, +And those who every couch refuse: +And those condemned to ceaseless pains, +Whose single foot their weight sustains: +And those who sleep neath open skies, +Whose food the wave or air supplies, +And hermits pure who spend their nights +On ground prepared for sacred rites; +Those who on hills their vigil hold, +Or dripping clothes around them fold: +The devotees who live for prayer, +Or the five fires418 unflinching bear. +On contemplation all intent, +With light that heavenly knowledge lent, +They came to Rama, saint and sage, +In Śarabhanga's hermitage. +The hermit crowd around him pressed, +And thus the virtuous chief addressed: +“The lordship of the earth is thine, +O Prince of old Ikshvaku's line. +Lord of the Gods is Indra, so +Thou art our lord and guide below. +Thy name, the glory of thy might, +Throughout the triple world are bright: +Thy filial love so nobly shown, +Thy truth and virtue well are known. +To thee, O lord, for help we fly, +And on thy love of right rely: +With kindly patience hear us speak, +And grant the boon we humbly seek. +That lord of earth were most unjust, +Foul traitor to his solemn trust, +Who should a sixth of all419 require, +Nor guard his people like a sire. +But he who ever watchful strives +To guard his subjects' wealth and lives, +Dear as himself or, dearer still, +His sons, with earnest heart and will,— +That king, O Raghu's son, secures +High fame that endless years endures, +And he to Brahma's world shall rise, +Made glorious in the eternal skies. +Whate'er, by duty won, the meed +Of saints whom roots and berries feed, +One fourth thereof, for tender care +Of subjects, is the monarch's share. +These, mostly of the Brahman race, +Who make the wood their dwelling-place, +Although a friend in thee they view, +Fall friendless neath the giant crew. +Come, Rama, come, and see hard by +The holy hermits' corpses lie, +Where many a tangled pathway shows +The murderous work of cruel foes. +These wicked fiends the hermits kill— +Who live on Chitrakúṭa's hill, +And blood of slaughtered saints has dyed +Mandakiní and Pampa's side. +No longer can we bear to see +The death of saint and devotee +Whom through the forest day by day +These Rakshasas unpitying slay. +To thee, O Prince, we flee, and crave +Thy guardian help our lives to save. +From these fierce rovers of the night +Defend each stricken anchorite. +Throughout the world 'twere vain to seek +An arm like thine to aid the weak. +O Prince, we pray thee hear our call, +And from these fiends preserve us all.” +The son of Raghu heard the plaint +Of penance-loving sage and saint, +And the good prince his speech renewed +To all the hermit multitude: +“To me, O saints, ye need not sue: +I wait the hests of all of you. +I by mine own occasion led +This mighty forest needs must tread, +[pg 236] +And while I keep my sire's decree +Your lives from threatening foes will free. +I hither came of free accord +To lend the aid by you implored, +And richest meed my toil shall pay, +While here in forest shades I stay. +I long in battle strife to close. +And slay these fiends, the hermits' foes, +That saint and sage may learn aright +My prowess and my brother's might.” +Thus to the saints his promise gave +That prince who still to virtue clave +With never-wandering thought: +And then with Lakshman by his side, +With penance-wealthy men to guide, +Sutíkshna's home he sought. +Canto VII. Sutíkshna. +So Raghu's son, his foemen's dread, +With Síta and his brother sped, +Girt round by many a twice-born sage, +To good Sutíkshna's hermitage.420 +Through woods for many a league he passed, +O'er rushing rivers full and fast, +Until a mountain fair and bright +As lofty Meru rose in sight. +Within its belt of varied wood +Ikshvaku's sons and Síta stood, +Where trees of every foliage bore +Blossom and fruit in endless store. +There coats of bark, like garlands strung, +Before a lonely cottage hung, +And there a hermit, dust-besmeared, +A lotus on his breast, appeared. +Then Rama with obeisance due +Addressed the sage, as near he drew: +“My name is Rama, lord; I seek +Thy presence, saint, with thee to speak. +O sage, whose merits ne'er decay, +Some word unto thy servant say.” +The sage his eyes on Rama bent, +Of virtue's friends preëminent; +Then words like these he spoke, and pressed +The son of Raghu to his breast: +“Welcome to thee, illustrious youth, +Best champion of the rights of truth! +By thine approach this holy ground +A worthy lord this day has found. +I could not quit this mortal frame +Till thou shouldst come, O dear to fame: +To heavenly spheres I would not rise, +Expecting thee with eager eyes. +I knew that thou, unkinged, hadst made +Thy home in Chitrakúṭa's shade. +E'en now, O Rama, Indra, lord +Supreme by all the Gods adored, +King of the Hundred Offerings,421 said, +When he my dwelling visited, +That the good works that I have done +My choice of all the worlds have won. +Accept this meed of holy vows, +And with thy brother and thy spouse, +Roam, through my favour, in the sky +Which saints celestial glorify.” +To that bright sage, of penance stern, +The high-souled Rama spake in turn, +As Vasava422 who rules the skies +To Brahma's gracious speech replies: +“I of myself those worlds will win, +O mighty hermit pure from sin: +But now, O saint, I pray thee tell +Where I within this wood may dwell: +For I by Śarabhanga old, +The son of Gautama, was told +That thou in every lore art wise, +And seest all with loving eyes.” +Thus to the saint, whose glories high +Filled all the world, he made reply: +And thus again the holy man +His pleasant speech with joy began: +“This calm retreat, O Prince, is blest +With many a charm: here take thy rest. +Here roots and kindly fruits abound, +And hermits love the holy ground. +Fair silvan beasts and gentle deer +In herds unnumbered wander here: +And as they roam, secure from harm, +Our eyes with grace and beauty charm: +Except the beasts in thickets bred, +This grove of ours has naught to dread.” +The hermit's speech when Rama heard,— +The hero ne'er by terror stirred,— +On his great bow his hand he laid, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“O saint, my darts of keenest steel, +Armed with their murderous barbs, would deal +Destruction mid the silvan race +That flocks around thy dwelling-place. +Most wretched then my fate would be +For such dishonour shown to thee: +And only for the briefest stay +Would I within this grove delay.” +He spoke and ceased. With pious care +He turned him to his evening prayer, +Performed each customary rite, +And sought his lodging for the night, +With Síta and his brother laid +[pg 237] +Beneath the grove's delightful shade, +First good Sutíkshna, as elsewhere, when he saw +The shades of night around them draw, +With hospitable care +The princely chieftains entertained +With store of choicest food ordained +For holy hermit's fare. +Canto VIII. The Hermitage. +So Rama and Sumitra's son, +When every honour due was done, +Slept through the night. When morning broke, +The heroes from their rest awoke. +Betimes the son of Raghu rose, +With gentle Síta, from repose, +And sipped the cool delicious wave +Sweet with the scent the lotus gave, +Then to the Gods and sacred flame +The heroes and the lady came, +And bent their heads in honour meet +Within the hermit's pure retreat. +When every stain was purged away, +They saw the rising Lord of Day: +Then to Sutíkshna's side they went, +And softly spoke, most reverent: +“Well have we slept, O holy lord, +Honoured of thee by all adored: +Now leave to journey forth we pray: +These hermits urge us on our way. +We haste to visit, wandering by, +The ascetics' homes that round you lie, +And roaming Danḍak's mighty wood +To view each saintly brotherhood, +For thy permission now we sue, +With these high saints to duty true, +By penance taught each sense to tame,— +In lustre like the smokeless flame. +Ere on our brows the sun can beat +With fierce intolerable heat. +Like some unworthy lord who wins +His power by tyranny and sins, +O saint, we fain would part.” The three +Bent humbly to the devotee. +He raised the princes as they pressed +His feet, and strained them to his breast; +And then the chief of devotees +Bespake them both in words like these: +“Go with thy brother, Rama, go, +Pursue thy path untouched by woe: +Go with thy faithful Síta, she +Still like a shadow follows thee. +Roam Danḍak wood observing well +The pleasant homes where hermits dwell,— +Pure saints whose ordered souls adhere +To penance rites and vows austere. +There plenteous roots and berries grow, +And noble trees their blossoms show, +And gentle deer and birds of air +In peaceful troops are gathered there. +There see the full-blown lotus stud +The bosom of the lucid flood, +And watch the joyous mallard shake +The reeds that fringe the pool and lake. +See with delighted eye the rill +Leap sparkling from her parent hill, +And hear the woods that round thee lie +Reëcho to the peacock's cry. +And as I bid thy brother, so, +Sumitra's child, I bid thee go. +Go forth, these varied beauties see, +And then once more return to me.” +Thus spake the sage Sutíkshna: both +The chiefs assented, nothing loth, +Round him with circling steps they paced, +Then for the road prepared with haste. +There Síta stood, the dame long-eyed, +Fair quivers round their waists she tied, +And gave each prince his trusty bow, +And sword which ne'er a spot might know. +Each took his quiver from her hand. +And clanging bow and gleaming brand: +Then from the hermits' home the two +Went forth each woodland scene to view. +Each beauteous in the bloom of age, +Dismissed by that illustrious sage, +With bow and sword accoutred, hied +Away, and Síta by their side. +Canto IX. Síta's Speech. +Blest by the sage, when Raghu's son +His onward journey had begun, +Thus in her soft tone Síta, meek +With modest fear, began to speak: +“One little slip the great may lead +To shame that follows lawless deed: +Such shame, my lord, as still must cling +To faults from low desire that spring. +Three several sins defile the soul, +Born of desire that spurns control: +First, utterance of a lying word, +Then, viler both, the next, and third: +The lawless love of other's wife, +The thirst of blood uncaused by strife. +The first, O Raghu's son, in thee +None yet has found, none e'er shall see. +Love of another's dame destroys +All merit, lost for guilty joys: +Rama, such crime in thee, I ween, +Has ne'er been found, shall ne'er be seen: +The very thought, my princely lord, +Is in thy secret soul abhorred. +[pg 238] +For thou hast ever been the same +Fond lover of thine own dear dame, +Content with faithful heart to do +Thy father's will, most just and true: +Justice, and faith, and many a grace +In thee have found a resting-place. +Such virtues, Prince, the good may gain +Who empire o'er each sense retain; +And well canst thou, with loving view +Regarding all, each sense subdue. +But for the third, the lust that strives, +Insatiate still, for others' lives,— +Fond thirst of blood where hate is none,— +This, O my lord, thou wilt not shun. +Thou hast but now a promise made, +The saints of Danḍak wood to aid: +And to protect their lives from ill +The giants' blood in tight wilt spill: +And from thy promise lasting fame +Will glorify the forest's name. +Armed with thy bow and arrows thou +Forth with thy brother journeyest now, +While as I think how true thou art +Fears for thy bliss assail my heart, +And all my spirit at the sight +Is troubled with a strange affright. +I like it not—it seems not good— +Thy going thus to Danḍak wood: +And I, if thou wilt mark me well, +The reason of my fear will tell. +Thou with thy brother, bow in hand, +Beneath those ancient trees wilt stand, +And thy keen arrows will not spare +Wood-rovers who will meet thee there. +For as the fuel food supplies +That bids the dormant flame arise, +Thus when the warrior grasps his bow +He feels his breast with ardour glow. +Deep in a holy grove, of yore, +Where bird and beast from strife forbore, +Śuchi beneath the sheltering boughs, +A truthful hermit kept his vows. +Then Indra, Śachí's heavenly lord, +Armed like a warrior with a sword, +Came to his tranquil home to spoil +The hermit of his holy toil, +And left the glorious weapon there +Entrusted to the hermit's care, +A pledge for him to keep, whose mind +To fervent zeal was all resigned. +He took the brand: with utmost heed +He kept it for the warrior's need: +To keep his trust he fondly strove +When roaming in the neighbouring grove: +Whene'er for roots and fruit he strayed +Still by his side he bore the blade: +Still on his sacred charge intent, +He took his treasure when he went. +As day by day that brand he wore, +The hermit, rich in merit's store +From penance rites each thought withdrew, +And fierce and wild his spirit grew. +With heedless soul he spurned the right, +And found in cruel deeds delight. +So, living with the sword, he fell, +A ruined hermit, down to hell. +This tale applies to those who deal +Too closely with the warrior's steel: +The steel to warriors is the same +As fuel to the smouldering flame. +Sincere affection prompts my speech: +I honour where I fain would teach. +Mayst thou, thus armed with shaft and bow, +So dire a longing never know +As, when no hatred prompts the fray, +These giants of the wood to slay: +For he who kills without offence +Shall win but little glory thence. +The bow the warrior joys to bend +Is lent him for a nobler end, +That he may save and succour those +Who watch in woods when pressed by foes. +What, matched with woods, is bow or steel? +What, warrior's arm with hermit's zeal? +We with such might have naught to do: +The forest rule should guide us too. +But when Ayodhya hails thee lord, +Be then thy warrior life restored: +So shall thy sire423 and mother joy +In bliss that naught may e'er destroy. +And if, resigning empire, thou +Submit thee to the hermit's vow, +The noblest gain from virtue springs, +And virtue joy unending brings. +All earthly blessings virtue sends: +On virtue all the world depends. +Those who with vow and fasting tame +To due restraint the mind and frame, +Win by their labour, nobly wise, +The highest virtue for their prize. +Pure in the hermit's grove remain, +True to thy duty, free from stain. +But the three worlds are open thrown +To thee, by whom all things are known. +Who gave me power that I should dare +His duty to my lord declare? +'Tis woman's fancy, light as air, +That moves my foolish breast. +Now with thy brother counsel take, +Reflect, thy choice with judgment make, +And do what seems the best.” +[pg 239] +Canto X. Rama's Reply. +The words that Síta uttered, spurred +By truest love, the hero heard: +Then he who ne'er from virtue strayed +To Janak's child his answer made: +“In thy wise speech, sweet love, I find +True impress of thy gentle mind, +Well skilled the warrior's path to trace, +Thou pride of Janak's ancient race. +What fitting answer shall I frame +To thy good words, my honoured dame? +Thou sayst the warrior bears the bow +That misery's tears may cease to flow; +And those pure saints who love the shade +Of Danḍak wood are sore dismayed. +They sought me of their own accord, +With suppliant prayers my aid implored: +They, fed on roots and fruit, who spend +Their lives where bosky wilds extend, +My timid love, enjoy no rest +By these malignant fiends distressed. +These make the flesh of man their meat: +The helpless saints they kill and eat. +The hermits sought my side, the chief +Of Brahman race declared their grief. +I heard, and from my lips there fell +The words which thou rememberest well: +I listened as the hermits cried, +And to their prayers I thus replied: +“Your favour, gracious lords, I claim, +O'erwhelmed with this enormous shame +That Brahmans, great and pure as you, +Who should be sought, to me should sue.” +And then before the saintly crowd, +“What can I do?” I cried aloud. +Then from the trembling hermits broke +One long sad cry, and thus they spoke: +“Fiends of the wood, who wear at will +Each varied shape, afflict us still. +To thee in our distress we fly: +O help us, Rama, or we die. +When sacred rites of fire are due, +When changing moons are full or new, +These fiends who bleeding flesh devour +Assail us with resistless power. +They with their cruel might torment +The hermits on their vows intent: +We look around for help and see +Our surest refuge, Prince, in thee. +We, armed with powers of penance, might +Destroy the rovers of the night: +But loth were we to bring to naught +The merit years of toil have bought. +Our penance rites are grown too hard, +By many a check and trouble barred, +But though our saints for food are slain +The withering curse we yet restrain. +Thus many a weary day distressed +By giants who this wood infest, +We see at length deliverance, thou +With Lakshman art our guardian now.” +As thus the troubled hermits prayed, +I promised, dame, my ready aid, +And now—for truth I hold most dear— +Still to my word must I adhere. +My love, I might endure to be +Deprived of Lakshman, life, and thee, +But ne'er deny my promise, ne'er +To Brahmans break the oath I sware. +I must, enforced by high constraint, +Protect them all. Each suffering saint +In me, unasked, his help had found; +Still more in one by promise bound. +I know thy words, mine own dear dame, +From thy sweet heart's affection came: +I thank thee for thy gentle speech, +For those we love are those we teach. +'Tis like thyself, O fair of face, +'Tis worthy of thy noble race: +Dearer than life, thy feet are set +In righteous paths they ne'er forget.” +Thus to the Maithil monarch's child, +His own dear wife, in accents mild +The high-souled hero said: +Then to the holy groves which lay +Beyond them fair to see, their way +The bow-armed chieftain led. +Canto XI. Agastya. +Rama went foremost of the three, +Next Síta, followed, fair to see, +And Lakshman with his bow in hand +Walked hindmost of the little band. +As onward through the wood they went, +With great delight their eyes were bent +On rocky heights beside the way +And lofty trees with blossoms gay; +And streamlets running fair and fast +The royal youths with Síta passed. +They watched the saras and the drake +On islets of the stream and lake, +And gazed delighted on the floods +Bright with gay birds and lotus buds. +They saw in startled herds the roes, +The passion-frenzied buffaloes, +Wild elephants who fiercely tore +The tender trees, and many a boar. +A length of woodland way they passed, +And when the sun was low at last +A lovely stream-fed lake they spied, +Two leagues across from side to side. +Tall elephants fresh beauty gave +To grassy bank and lilied wave, +[pg 240] +By many a swan and saras stirred, +Mallard, and gay-winged water-bird. +From those sweet waters, loud and long, +Though none was seen to wake the song, +Swelled high the singer's music blent +With each melodious instrument. +Rama and car-borne Lakshman heard +The charming strain, with wonder stirred, +Turned on the margent of the lake +To Dharmabhrit424 the sage, and spake: +“Our longing souls, O hermit, burn +This music of the lake to learn: +We pray thee, noblest sage, explain +The cause of the mysterious strain.” +He, as the son of Raghu prayed, +With swift accord his answer made, +And thus the hermit, virtuous-souled, +The story of the fair lake told: +“Through every age 'tis known to fame, +Panchapsaras425 its glorious name, +By holy Manḍakarni wrought +With power his rites austere had bought. +For he, great votarist, intent +On strictest rule his stern life spent. +Ten thousand years the stream his bed, +Ten thousand years on air he fed. +Then on the blessed Gods who dwell +In heavenly homes great terror fell: +They gathered all, by Agni led, +And counselled thus disquieted: +“The hermit by ascetic pain +The seat of one of us would gain.” +Thus with their hearts by fear oppressed +In full assembly spoke the Blest, +And bade five loveliest nymphs, as fair +As lightning in the evening air, +Armed with their winning wiles, seduce +From his stern vows the great recluse. +Though lore of earth and heaven he knew, +The hermit from his task they drew, +And made the great ascetic slave +To conquering love, the Gods to save. +Each of the heavenly five became, +Bound to the sage, his wedded dame; +And he, for his beloved's sake, +Formed a fair palace neath the lake. +Under the flood the ladies live, +To joy and ease their days they give, +And lap in bliss the hermit wooed +From penance rites to youth renewed. +So when the sportive nymphs within +Those secret bowers their play begin, +You hear the singers' dulcet tones +Blend sweetly with their tinkling zones.” +“How wondrous are these words of thine!” +Cried the famed chiefs of Raghu's line, +As thus they heard the sage unfold +The marvels of the tale he told. +As Rama spake, his eyes were bent +Upon a hermit settlement +With light of heavenly lore endued, +With sacred grass and vesture strewed. +His wife and brother by his side, +Within the holy bounds he hied, +And there, with honour entertained +By all the saints, a while remained. +In time, by due succession led, +Each votary's cot he visited, +And then the lord of martial lore, +Returned where he had lodged before. +Here for the months, content, he stayed, +There for a year his visit paid: +Here for four months his home would fix, +There, as it chanced, for five or six. +Here for eight months and there for three +The son of Raghu's stay would be: +Here weeks, there fortnights, more or less, +He spent in tranquil happiness. +As there the hero dwelt at ease +Among those holy devotees, +In days untroubled o'er his head +Ten circling years of pleasure fled. +So Raghu's son in duty trained +A while in every cot remained, +Then with his dame retraced the road +To good Sutíkshna's calm abode. +Hailed by the saints with honours due +Near to the hermit's home he drew, +And there the tamer of his foes +Dwelt for a time in sweet repose. +One day within that holy wood +By saint Sutíkshna Rama stood, +And thus the prince with reverence meek +To that high sage began to speak: +“In the wide woodlands that extend +Around us, lord most reverend, +As frequent voice of rumour tells, +Agastya, saintliest hermit, dwells. +So vast the wood, I cannot trace +The path to reach his dwelling place, +Nor, searching unassisted, find +That hermit of the thoughtful mind. +I with my wife and brother fain +Would go, his favour to obtain, +Would seek him in his lone retreat +And the great saint with reverence greet. +This one desire, O Master, long +Cherished within my heart, is strong, +That I may pay of free accord +My duty to that hermit lord.” +As thus the prince whose heart was bent +On virtue told his firm intent, +The good Sutíkshna's joy rose high, +And thus in turn he made reply: +“The very thing, O Prince, which thou +Hast sought, I wished to urge but now, +Bid thee with wife and brother see +[pg 241] +Agastya, glorious devotee. +I count this thing an omen fair +That thou shouldst thus thy wish declare, +And I, my Prince, will gladly teach +The way Agastya's home to reach. +Southward, dear son, direct thy feet +Eight leagues beyond this still retreat: +Agastya's hermit brother there +Dwells in a home most bright and fair. +'Tis on a knoll of woody ground, +With many a branching Pippal426 crowned: +There sweet birds' voices ne'er are mute, +And trees are gay with flower and fruit. +There many a lake gleams bright and cool, +And lilies deck each pleasant pool, +While swan, and crane, and mallard's wings +Are lovely in the water-springs. +There for one night, O Rama, stay, +And with the dawn pursue thy way. +Still farther, bending southward, by +The thicket's edge the course must lie, +And thou wilt see, two leagues from thence +Agastya's lovely residence, +Set in the woodland's fairest spot, +All varied foliage decks the cot: +There Síta, Lakshman thou, at ease +May spend sweet hours neath shady trees, +For all of noblest growth are found +Luxuriant on that bosky ground. +If it be still thy firm intent +To see that saint preëminent, +O mighty counsellor, this day +Depart upon thine onward way.” +The hermit spake, and Rama bent +His head, with Lakshman, reverent, +And then with him and Janak's child +Set out to trace the forest wild. +He saw dark woods that fringed the road, +And distant hills like clouds that showed, +And, as the way he followed, met +With many a lake and rivulet. +So passing on with ease where led +The path Sutíkshna bade him tread, +The hero with exulting breast +His brother in these words addressed: +“Here, surely, is the home, in sight, +Of that illustrious anchorite: +Here great Agastya's brother leads +A life intent on holy deeds. +Warned of each guiding mark and sign, +I see them all herein combine: +I see the branches bending low +Beneath the flowers and fruit they show. +A soft air from the forest springs, +Fresh from the odorous grass, and brings +A spicy fragrance as it flees +O'er the ripe fruit of Pippal trees. +See, here and there around us high +Piled up in heaps cleft billets lie, +And holy grass is gathered, bright +As strips of shining lazulite. +Full in the centre of the shade +The hermits' holy fire is laid: +I see its smoke the pure heaven streak +Dense as a big cloud's dusky peak. +The twice-born men their steps retrace +From each sequestered bathing-place, +And each his sacred gift has brought +Of blossoms which his hands have sought. +Of all these signs, dear brother, each +Agrees with good Sutíkshna's speech, +And doubtless in this holy bound +Agastya's brother will be found. +Agastya once, the worlds who viewed +With love, a Deathlike fiend subdued, +And armed with mighty power, obtained +By holy works, this grove ordained +To be a refuge and defence +From all oppressors' violence. +In days of yore within this place +Two brothers fierce of demon race, +Vatapi dire and Ilval, dwelt, +And slaughter mid the Brahmans dealt. +A Brahman's form, the fiend to cloak, +Fierce Ilval wore, and Sanskrit spoke, +And twice-born sages would invite +To solemnize some funeral rite. +His brother's flesh, concealed within +A ram's false shape and borrowed skin,— +As men are wont at funeral feasts,— +He dressed and fed those gathered priests. +The holy men, unweeting ill, +Took of the food and ate their fill. +Then Ilval with a mighty shout +Exclaimed “Vatapi, issue out.” +Soon as his brother's voice he heard, +The fiend with ram-like bleating stirred: +Rending in pieces every frame, +Forth from the dying priests he came. +So they who changed their forms at will +Thousands of Brahmans dared to kill,— +Fierce fiends who loved each cruel deed, +And joyed on bleeding flesh to feed. +Agastya, mighty hermit, pressed +To funeral banquet like the rest, +Obedient to the Gods' appeal +Ate up the monster at a meal. +“'Tis done, 'tis done,” fierce Ilval cried, +And water for his hands supplied: +Then lifting up his voice he spake: +“Forth, brother, from thy prison break.” +Then him who called the fiend, who long +Had wrought the suffering Brahmans wrong, +Thus thoughtful-souled Agastya, best +Of hermits, with a smile addressed: +“How, Rakshas, is the fiend empowered +To issue forth whom I devoured? +Thy brother in a ram's disguise +Is gone where Yama's kingdom lies.” +[pg 242] +When from the words Agastya said +He knew his brother fiend was dead, +His soul on fire with vengeful rage, +Rushed the night-rover at the sage. +One lightning glance of fury, hot +As fire, the glorious hermit shot, +As the fiend neared him in his stride, +And straight, consumed to dust, he died. +In pity for the Brahmans' plight +Agastya wrought this deed of might: +This grove which lakes and fair trees grace +In his great brother's dwelling place.” +As Rama thus the tale rehearsed, +And with Sumitra's son conversed, +The setting sun his last rays shed, +And evening o'er the land was spread. +A while the princely brothers stayed +And even rites in order paid, +Then to the holy grove they drew +And hailed the saint with honour due. +With courtesy was Rama met +By that illustrious anchoret, +And for one night he rested there +Regaled with fruit and hermit fare. +But when the night had reached its close, +And the sun's glorious circle rose, +The son of Raghu left his bed +And to the hermit's brother said: +“Well rested in thy hermit cell, +I stand, O saint, to bid farewell; +For with thy leave I journey hence +Thy brother saint to reverence.” +“Go, Rama go,” the sage replied: +Then from the cot the chieftain hied. +And while the pleasant grove he viewed, +The path the hermit showed, pursued. +Of every leaf, of changing hue. +Plants, trees by hundreds round him grew, +With joyous eyes he looked on all, +Then Jak,427 the wild rice, and Sal;428 +He saw the red Hibiscus glow, +He saw the flower-tipped creeper throw +The glory of her clusters o'er +Tall trees that loads of blossom bore. +Some, elephants had prostrate laid, +In some the monkeys leapt and played, +And through the whole wide forest rang +The charm of gay birds as they sang. +Then Rama of the lotus eye +To Lakshman turned who followed nigh, +And thus the hero youth impressed +With Fortune's favouring signs, addressed: +“How soft the leaves of every tree, +How tame each bird and beast we see! +Soon the fair home shall we behold +Of that great hermit tranquil-souled. +The deed the good Agastya wrought +High fame throughout the world has bought: +I see, I see his calm retreat +That balms the pain of weary feet. +Where white clouds rise from flames beneath, +Where bark-coats lie with many a wreath, +Where silvan things, made gentle, throng, +And every bird is loud in song. +With ruth for suffering creatures filled, +A deathlike fiend with might he killed, +And gave this southern realm to be +A refuge, from oppression free. +There stands his home, whose dreaded might +Has put the giant crew to flight, +Who view with envious eyes afar +The peaceful shades they cannot mar. +Since that most holy saint has made +His dwelling in this lovely shade, +Checked by his might the giant brood +Have dwelt in peace with souls subdued. +And all this southern realm, within +Whose bounds no fiend may entrance win, +Now bears a name which naught may dim, +Made glorious through the worlds by him. +When Vindhya, best of hills, would stay +The journey of the Lord of Day, +Obedient to the saint's behest +He bowed for aye his humbled crest. +That hoary hermit, world-renowned +For holy deeds, within this ground +Has set his pure and blessed home, +Where gentle silvan creatures roam. +Agastya, whom the worlds revere, +Pure saint to whom the good are dear, +To us his guests all grace will show, +Enriched with blessings ere we go. +I to this aim each thought will turn, +The favour of the saint to earn, +That here in comfort may be spent +The last years of our banishment. +Here sanctities and high saints stand, +Gods, minstrels of the heavenly band; +Upon Agastya's will they wait, +And serve him, pure and temperate. +The liar's tongue, the tyrant's mind +Within these bounds no home may find: +No cheat, no sinner here can be: +So holy and so good is he. +Here birds and lords of serpent race, +Spirits and Gods who haunt the place, +Content with scanty fare remain, +As merit's meed they strive to gain. +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, +[pg 243] +Immortal life and spirithood. +Now, Lakshman, we are near the place: +Do thou precede a little space, +And tell the mighty saint that I +With Síta at my side am nigh.” +Canto XII. The Heavenly Bow. +He spoke: the younger prince obeyed: +Within the bounds his way he made, +And thus addressed, whom first he met, +A pupil of the anchoret: +“Brave Rama, eldest born, who springs, +From Daśaratha, hither brings +His wife the lady Síta: he +Would fain the holy hermit see. +Lakshman am I—if happy fame +E'er to thine ears has brought the name— +His younger brother, prompt to do +His will, devoted, fond, and true. +We, through our royal sire's decree, +To the dread woods were forced to flee. +Tell the great Master, I entreat, +Our earnest wish our lord to greet.” +He spoke: the hermit rich in store +Of fervid zeal and sacred lore, +Sought the pure shrine which held the fire, +To bear his message to the sire. +Soon as he reached the saint most bright +In sanctity's surpassing might, +He cried, uplifting reverent hands: +“Lord Rama near thy cottage stands.” +Then spoke Agastya's pupil dear +The message for his lord to hear: +“Rama and Lakshman, chiefs who spring +From Daśaratha, glorious king, +Thy hermitage e'en now have sought, +And lady Síta with them brought. +The tamers of the foe are here +To see thee, Master, and revere. +'Tis thine thy further will to say: +Deign to command, and we obey.” +When from his pupil's lips he knew +The presence of the princely two, +And Síta born to fortune high. +The glorious hermit made reply: +“Great joy at last is mine this day +That Rama hither finds his way, +For long my soul has yearned to see +The prince who comes to visit me. +Go forth, go forth, and hither bring +The royal three with welcoming: +Lead Rama in and place him near: +Why stands he not already here?” +Thus ordered by the hermit, who, +Lord of his thought, all duty knew, +His reverent hands together laid, +The pupil answered and obeyed. +Forth from the place with speed he ran, +To Lakshman came and thus began: +“Where is he? let not Rama wait, +But speed, the sage to venerate.” +Then with the pupil Lakshman went +Across the hermit settlement, +And showed him Rama where he stood +With Janak's daughter in the wood. +The pupil then his message spake +Which the kind hermit bade him take; +Then led the honoured Rama thence +And brought him in with reverence. +As nigh the royal Rama came +With Lakshman and the Maithil dame, +He viewed the herds of gentle deer +Roaming the garden free from fear. +As through the sacred grove he trod +He viewed the seat of many a God, +Brahma and Agni,429 Sun and Moon, +And His who sends each golden boon;430 +Here Vishnu's stood, there Bhaga's431 shrine, +And there Mahendra's, Lord divine; +Here His who formed this earthly frame,432 +His there from whom all beings came.433 +Vayu's,434 and His who loves to hold +The great noose, Varun435 mighty-souled: +Here was the Vasus'436 shrine to see, +Here that of sacred Gayatrí,437 +The king of serpents438 here had place, +And he who rules the feathered race.439 +Here Kartikeya,440 warrior lord, +And there was Justice King adored. +Then with disciples girt about +The mighty saint himself came out: +Through fierce devotion bright as flame +Before the rest the Master came: +And then to Lakshman, fortune blest, +Rama these hasty words addressed: +“Behold, Agastya's self draws near, +The mighty saint, whom all revere: +With spirit raised I meet my lord +With richest wealth of penance stored.” +The strong-armed hero spake, and ran +Forward to meet the sunbright man. +Before him, as he came, he bent +And clasped his feet most reverent, +Then rearing up his stately height +Stood suppliant by the anchorite, +While Lakshman's strength and Síta's grace +Stood by the pride of Raghu's race. +[pg 244] +The sage his arms round Rama threw +And welcomed him with honours due, +Asked, was all well, with question sweet, +And bade the hero to a seat. +With holy oil he fed the flame, +He brought the gifts which strangers claim, +And kindly waiting on the three +With honours due to high degree, +He gave with hospitable care +A simple hermit's woodland fare. +Then sat the reverend father, first +Of hermits, deep in duty versed. +And thus to suppliant Rama, bred +In all the lore of virtue, said: +“Did the false hermit, Prince, neglect +To hail his guest with due respect, +He must,—the doom the perjured meet,— +His proper flesh hereafter eat. +A car-borne king, a lord who sways +The earth, and virtue's law obeys, +Worthy of highest honour, thou +Hast sought, dear guest, my cottage now.” +He spoke: with fruit and hermit fare, +With every bloom the branches bare, +Agastya graced his honoured guest, +And thus with gentle words addressed: +“Accept this mighty bow, divine, +Whereon red gold and diamonds shine; +'Twas by the Heavenly Artist planned +For Vishnu's own almighty hand; +This God-sent shaft of sunbright hue, +Whose deadly flight is ever true, +By Lord Mahendra given of yore: +This quiver with its endless store. +Keen arrows hurtling to their aim +Like kindled fires that flash and flame: +Accept, in golden sheath encased, +This sword with hilt of rich gold graced. +Armed with this best of bows +Lord Vishnu slew his demon foes, +And mid the dwellers in the skies +Won brilliant glory for his prize. +The bow, the quivers, shaft, and sword +Received from me, O glorious lord: +These conquest to thine arm shall bring, +As thunder to the thunder's King.” +The splendid hermit bade him take +The noble weapons as he spake, +And as the prince accepted each +In words like these renewed his speech: +Canto XIII. Agastya's Counsel. +“O Rama, great delight I feel, +Pleased, Lakshman, with thy faithful zeal, +That you within these shades I see +With Síta come to honour me. +But wandering through the rough rude wild +Has wearied Janak's gentle child: +With labours of the way oppressed +The Maithil lady longs for rest. +Young, delicate, and soft, and fair, +Such toils as these untrained to bear, +Her wifely love the dame has led +The forest's troubled ways to tread. +Here, Rama, see that naught annoy +Her easy hours of tranquil joy: +A glorious task has she assayed, +To follow thee through woodland shade. +Since first from Nature's hand she came, +A woman's mood is still the same, +When Fortune smiles, her love to show, +And leave her lord in want and woe. +No pity then her heart can feel, +She arms her soul with warrior's steel, +Swift as the storm or Feathered King, +Uncertain as the lightning's wing. +Not so thy spouse: her purer mind +Shrinks from the faults of womankind; +Like chaste Arundhatí441 above, +A paragon of faithful love. +Let these blest shades, dear Rama, be +A home for Lakshman, her, and thee.” +With raised hands reverently meek +He heard the holy hermit speak, +And humbly thus addressed the sire +Whose glory shone like kindled fire: +“How blest am I, what thanks I owe +That our great Master deigns to show +His favour, that his heart can be +Content with Lakshman, Síta, me. +Show me, I pray, some spot of ground +Where thick trees wave and springs abound, +That I may raise my hermit cell +And there in tranquil pleasure dwell.” +Then thus replied Agastya, best +Of hermits, to the chief's request: +When for a little he had bent +His thoughts, upon that prayer intent: +“Beloved son, four leagues away +Is Panchavaṭí bright and gay: +Thronged with its deer, most fair it looks +With berries, fruit, and water-brooks. +There build thee with thy brother's aid +A cottage in the quiet shade, +And faithful to thy sire's behest, +Obedient to the sentence, rest. +For well, O sinless chieftain, well +I know thy tale, how all befell: +Stern penance and the love I bore +Thy royal sire supply the lore. +To me long rites and fervid zeal +The wish that stirs thy heart reveal, +And hence my guest I bade thee be, +That this pure grove might shelter thee. +[pg 245] +So now, thereafter, thus I speak: +The shades of Panchavaṭí seek; +That tranquil spot is bright and fair, +And Síta will be happy there. +Not far remote from here it lies, +A grove to charm thy loving eyes, +Godavarí's pure stream is nigh: +There Síta's days will sweetly fly. +Pure, lovely, rich in many a charm, +O hero of the mighty arm, +'Tis gay with every plant and fruit, +And throngs of gay buds never mute. +Thou, true to virtue's path, hast might +To screen each trusting anchorite, +And wilt from thy new home defend +The hermits who on thee depend. +Now yonder, Prince, direct thine eyes +Where dense Madhúka442 woods arise: +Pierce their dark shade, and issuing forth +Turn to a fig-tree on the north: +Then onward up a sloping mead +Flanked by a hill the way will lead: +There Panchavaṭí, ever gay +With ceaseless bloom, thy steps will stay.” +The hermit ceased: the princely two +With seemly honours bade adieu: +With reverential awe each youth +Bowed to the saint whose word was truth, +And then, dismissed with Síta, they +To Panchavaṭí took their way. +Thus when each royal prince had grasped +His warrior's mighty bow, and clasped +His quiver to his side, +With watchful eyes along the road +The glorious saint Agastya showed, +Dauntless in fight the brothers strode, +And Síta with them hied. +Canto XIV. Jatayus. +Then as the son of Raghu made +His way to Panchavaṭí's shade, +A mighty vulture he beheld +Of size and strength unparalleled. +The princes, when the bird they saw, +Approached with reverence and awe, +And as his giant form they eyed, +“Tell who thou art,” in wonder cried. +The bird, as though their hearts to gain, +Addressed them thus in gentlest strain; +“In me, dear sons, the friend behold +Your royal father loved of old.” +He spoke: nor long did Rama wait +His sire's dear friend to venerate: +He bade the bird declare his name +And the high race of which he came. +When Raghu's son had spoken, he +Declared his name and pedigree, +His words prolonging to disclose +How all the things that be arose: +“List while I tell, O Raghu's son, +The first-born Fathers, one by one, +Great Lords of Life, whence all in earth +And all in heaven derive their birth. +First Kardam heads the glorious race +Where Vikrit holds the second place, +With Śesha, Sanśray next in line, +And Bahuputra's might divine. +Then Sthanu and Maríchi came, +Atri, and Kratu's forceful frame. +Pulastya followed, next to him +Angiras' name shall ne'er be dim. +Prachetas, Pulah next, and then +Daksha, Vivasvat praised of men: +Aríshṭanemi next, and last +Kaśyap in glory unsurpassed. +From Daksha,—fame the tale has told—: +Three-score bright daughters sprang of old. +Of these fair-waisted nymphs the great +Lord Kaśyap sought and wedded eight, +Aditi, Diti, Kalaka, +Tamra, Danú, and Anala, +And Krodhavasa swift to ire, +And Manu443 glorious as her sire. +Then when the mighty Kaśyap cried +Delighted to each tender bride: +“Sons shalt thou bear, to rule the three +Great worlds, in might resembling me.” +[pg 246] +Aditi, Diti, and Danú +Obeyed his will as consorts true, +And Kalaka; but all the rest +Refused to hear their lord's behest. +First Aditi conceived, and she, +Mother of thirty Gods and three, +The Vasus and adityas bare, +Rudras, and Aśvins, heavenly pair. +Of Diti sprang the Daityas: fame +Delights to laud their ancient name. +In days of yore their empire dread +O'er earth and woods and ocean spread. +Danú was mother of a child, +O hero, Aśvagríva styled, +And Narak next and Kalak came +Of Kalaka, celestial dame. +Of Tamra, too, five daughters bright +In deathless glory sprang to light. +Ennobling fame still keeps alive +The titles of the lovely five: +Immortal honour still she claims +For Kraunchí, Bhasí, Śyení's names. +And wills not that the world forget +Śukí or Dhritarashtrí yet. +Then Kraunchí bare the crane and owl, +And Bhasí tribes of water fowl: +Vultures and hawks that race through air +With storm-fleet pinions Śyení bare. +All swans and geese on mere and brook +Their birth from Dhritarashtrí took, +And all the river-haunting brood +Of ducks, a countless multitude. +From Śukí Nala sprang, who bare +Dame Vinata surpassing fair. +From fiery Krodhavaśa, ten +Bright daughters sprang, O King of men: +Mrigí and Mrigamanda named, +Hari and Bhadramada famed, +Śardúlí, Śveta fair to see, +Matangí bright, and Surabhí, +Surasa marked with each fair sign, +And Kadruma, all maids divine. +Mrigí, O Prince without a peer, +Was mother of the herds of deer, +The bear, the yak, the mountain roe +Their birth to Mrigamanda owe; +And Bhadramada joyed to be +Mother of fair Iravatí, +Who bare Airavat,444 huge of mould, +Mid warders of the earth enrolled, +From Harí lordly lions trace, +With monkeys of the wild, their race. +From the great dame Śardúlí styled +Sprung pards, Langúrs,445 and tigers wild. +Matangí, Prince, gave birth to all +Matangas, elephants strong and tall, +And Śveta bore the beasts who stand +One at each wind, earth's warder band.446 +Next Surabhí the Goddess bore +Two heavenly maids, O Prince, of yore, +Gandharví—dear to fame is she— +And her sweet sister Rohiní. +With kine this daughter filled each mead, +And bright Gandharví bore the steed.447 +Surasa bore the serpents:448 all +The snakes Kadrú their mother call. +Then Manu, high-souled Kaśyap's449 wife, +To all the race of men gave life, +The Brahmans first, the Kshatriya caste, +Then Vaiśyas, and the Śúdras last. +Sprang from her mouth the Brahman race; +Her chest the Kshatriyas' natal place: +The Vaiśyas from her thighs, 'tis said, +The Śúdras from her feet were bred. +From Anala all trees that hang +Their fair fruit-laden branches sprang. +The child of beauteous Śukí bore +Vinata, as I taught before: +And Surasa and Kadrú were +Born of one dame, a noble pair. +Kadrú gave birth to countless snakes +That roam the earth in woods and brakes. +Arun and Garuḍ swift of flight +By Vinata were given to light, +And sons of Arun red as morn +Sampati first, then I was born, +Me then, O tamer of the foe, +Jaṭayus, son of Śyení, know. +Thy ready helper will I be, +And guard thy house, if thou agree: +When thou and Lakshman urge the chase +By Síta's side shall be my place.” +With courteous thanks for promised aid, +The prince, to rapture stirred, +Bent low, and due obeisance paid, +Embraced the royal bird. +[pg 247] +He often in the days gone by +Had heard his father tell +How, linked with him in friendship's tie, +He loved Jaṭayus well. +He hastened to his trusted friend +His darling to confide, +And through the wood his steps to bend +By strong Jaṭayus' side. +On to the grove, with Lakshman near, +The prince his way pursued +To free those pleasant shades from fear +And slay the giant brood. +Canto XV. Panchavatí. +Arrived at Panchavaṭí's shade +Where silvan life and serpents strayed, +Rama in words like these addressed +Lakshman of vigour unrepressed: +“Brother, our home is here: behold +The grove of which the hermit told: +The bowers of Panchavaṭí see +Made fair by every blooming tree. +Now, brother, bend thine eyes around; +With skilful glance survey the ground: +Here be some spot selected, best +Approved for gentle hermits' rest, +Where thou, the Maithil dame, and I +May dwell while seasons sweetly fly. +Some pleasant spot be chosen where +Pure waters gleam and trees are fair, +Some nook where flowers and wood are found +And sacred grass and springs abound.” +Then Lakshman, Síta standing by, +Raised reverent hands, and made reply: +“A hundred years shall flee, and still +Will I obey my brother's will: +Select thyself a pleasant spot; +Be mine the care to rear the cot.” +The glorious chieftain, pleased to hear +That loving speech that soothed his ear, +Selected with observant care +A spot with every charm most fair. +He stood within that calm retreat, +A shade for hermits' home most meet, +And thus Sumitra's son addressed, +While his dear hand in his he pressed: +“See, see this smooth and lovely glade +Which flowery trees encircling shade: +Do thou, beloved Lakshman rear +A pleasant cot to lodge us here. +I see beyond that feathery brake +The gleaming of a lilied lake, +Where flowers in sunlike glory throw +Fresh odours from the wave below. +Agastya's words now find we true, +He told the charms which here we view: +Here are the trees that blossom o'er +Godavarí's most lovely shore. +Whose pleasant flood from side to side +With swans and geese is beautified, +And fair banks crowded with the deer +That steal from every covert near. +The peacock's cry is loud and shrill +From many a tall and lovely hill, +Green-belted by the trees that wave +Full blossoms o'er the rock and cave. +Like elephants whose huge fronts glow +With painted streaks, the mountains show +Long lines of gold and silver sheen +With copper's darker hues between. +With every tree each hill is graced, +Where creepers blossom interlaced. +Look where the Sal's long branches sway, +And palms their fanlike leaves display; +The date-tree and the Jak are near, +And their long stems Tamalas rear. +See the tall Mango lift his head, +Aśokas all their glory spread, +The Ketak her sweet buds unfold, +And Champacs hang their cups of gold.450 +The spot is pure and pleasant: here +Are multitudes of birds and deer. +O Lakshman, with our father's friend +What happy hours we here shall spend!” +He spoke: the conquering Lakshman heard, +Obedient to his brother's word. +Raised by his toil a cottage stood +To shelter Rama in the wood, +Of ample size, with leaves o'erlaid, +Of hardened earth the walls were made. +The strong bamboos his hands had felled +For pillars fair the roof upheld, +And rafter, beam, and lath supplied +Well interwrought from side to side. +Then Śamí451 boughs he deftly spread +Enlaced with knotted cord o'erhead, +Well thatched above from ridge to eaves +With holy grass, and reed, and leaves. +The mighty chief with careful toil +Had cleared the ground and smoothed the soil +[pg 248] +Where now, his loving labour done, +Rose a fair home for Raghu's son. +Then when his work was duly wrought, +Godavarís sweet stream he sought, +Bathed, plucked the lilies, and a store +Of fruit and berries homeward bore. +Then sacrifice he duly paid, +And wooed the Gods their hopes to aid, +And then to Rama proudly showed +The cot prepared for his abode. +Then Raghu's son with Síta gazed +Upon the home his hands had raised, +And transport thrilled his bosom through +His leafy hermitage to view. +The glorious son of Raghu round +His brother's neck his arms enwound, +And thus began his sweet address +Of deep-felt joy and gentleness: +“Well pleased am I, dear lord, to see +This noble work performed by thee. +For this,—sole grace I can bestow,— +About thy neck mine arms I throw. +So wise art thou, thy breast is filled +With grateful thoughts, in duty skilled, +Our mighty father, free from stain, +In thee, his offspring, lives again.” +Thus spoke the prince, who lent a grace +To fortune, pride of Raghu's race; +Then in that spot whose pleasant shade +Gave store of fruit, content he stayed. +With Lakshman and his Maithil spouse +He spent his day's neath sheltering boughs, +As happy as a God on high +Lives in his mansion in the sky. +Canto XVI. Winter. +While there the high-souled hero spent +His tranquil hours in sweet content, +The glowing autumn passed, and then +Came winter so beloved of men. +One morn, to bathe, at break of day +To the fair stream he took his way. +Behind him, with the Maithil dame +Bearing a pitcher Lakshman came, +And as he went the mighty man +Thus to his brother chief began: +“The time is come, to thee more dear +Than all the months that mark the year: +The gracious seasons' joy and pride, +By which the rest are glorified. +A robe of hoary rime is spread +O'er earth, with corn engarlanded. +The streams we loved no longer please, +But near the fire we take our ease. +Now pious men to God and shade +Offer young corn's fresh sprouted blade, +And purge away their sins with rice +Bestowed in humble sacrifice. +Rich stores of milk delight the swain, +And hearts are cheered that longed for gain, +Proud kings whose breasts for conquests glow +Lead bannered troops to smite the foe. +Dark is the north: the Lord of Day +To Yama's south452 has turned away: +And she—sad widow—shines no more, +Reft of the bridal mark453 she wore. +Himalaya's hill, ordained of old +The treasure-house of frost and cold, +Scarce conscious of the feebler glow, +Is truly now the Lord of Snow. +Warmed by the noontide's genial rays +Delightful are the glorious days: +But how we shudder at the chill +Of evening shadows and the rill! +How weak the sun, how cold the breeze! +How white the rime on grass and trees! +The leaves are sere, the woods have lost +Their blossoms killed by nipping frost. +Neath open skies we sleep no more: +December's nights with rime are hoar: +Their triple watch454 in length extends +With hours the shortened daylight lends. +No more the moon's sun-borrowed rays +Are bright, involved in misty haze, +As when upon the mirror's sheen +The breath's obscuring cloud is seen. +E'en at the full the faint beams fail +To struggle through the darksome veil: +Changed like her hue, they want the grace +That parts not yet from Síta's face. +Cold is the western wind, but how +Its piercing chill is heightened now, +Blowing at early morning twice +As furious with its breath of ice! +See how the dewy tears they weep +The barley, wheat, and woodland steep, +Where, as the sun goes up the sky, +The curlew and the saras cry. +See where the rice plants scarce uphold +Their full ears tinged with paly gold, +Bending their ripe heads slowly down +Fair as the date tree's flowery crown. +Though now the sun has mounted high +Seeking the forehead of the sky, +Such mist obscures his struggling beams, +No bigger than the moon he seems. +Though weak at first, his rays at length +Grow pleasant in their noonday strength, +And where a while they chance to fall +Fling a faint splendour over all. +[pg 249] +See, o'er the woods where grass is wet +With hoary drops that cling there yet, +With soft light clothing earth and bough +There steals a tender glory now. +Yon elephant who longs to drink, +Still standing on the river's brink, +Plucks back his trunk in shivering haste +From the cold wave he fain would taste. +The very fowl that haunt the mere +Stand doubtful on the bank, and fear +To dip them in the wintry wave +As cowards dread to meet the brave. +The frost of night, the rime of dawn +Bind flowerless trees and glades of lawn: +Benumbed in apathetic chill +Of icy chains they slumber still. +You hear the hidden saras cry +From floods that wrapped in vapour lie, +And frosty-shining sands reveal +Where the unnoticed rivers steal. +The hoary rime of dewy night, +And suns that glow with tempered light +Lend fresh cool flavours to the rill +That sparkles from the topmost hill. +The cold has killed the lily's pride: +Leaf, filament, and flower have died: +With chilling breath rude winds have blown, +The withered stalk is left alone. +At this gay time, O noblest chief, +The faithful Bharat, worn by grief, +Lives in the royal town where he +Spends weary hours for love of thee. +From titles, honour, kingly sway, +From every joy he turns away: +Couched on cold earth, his days are passed +With scanty fare and hermit's fast. +This moment from his humble bed +He lifts, perhaps, his weary head, +And girt by many a follower goes +To bathe where silver Sarjú flows. +How, when the frosty morn is dim, +Shall Sarjú be a bath for him +Nursed with all love and tender care, +So delicate and young and fair. +How bright his hue! his brilliant eye +With the broad lotus leaf may vie. +By fortune stamped for happy fate, +His graceful form is tall and straight. +In duty skilled, his words are truth: +He proudly rules each lust of youth. +Though his strong arm smites down the foe, +In gentle speech his accents flow. +Yet every joy has he resigned +And cleaves to thee with heart and mind. +Thus by the deeds that he has done +A name in heaven has Bharat won, +For in his life he follows yet +Thy steps, O banished anchoret. +Thus faithful Bharat, nobly wise, +The proverb of the world belies: +“No men, by mothers' guidance led, +The footsteps of their fathers tread.” +How could Kaikeyí, blest to be +Spouse of the king our sire, and see +A son like virtuous Bharat, blot +Her glory with so foul a plot!” +Thus in fraternal love he spoke, +And from his lips reproaches broke: +But Rama grieved to hear him chide +The absent mother, and replied: +“Cease, O beloved, cease to blame +Our royal father's second dame. +Still speak of Bharat first in place +Of old Ikshvaku's princely race. +My heart, so firmly bent but now +To dwell in woods and keep my vow, +Half melting as I hear thee speak +Of Bharat's love, grows soft and weak, +With tender joy I bring to mind +His speeches ever sweet and kind. +That dear as Amrit took the sense +With most enchanting influence. +Ah, when shall I, no more to part, +Meet Bharat of the mighty heart? +When, O my brother, when shall we +The good and brave Śatrughna see?” +Thus as he poured his fond lament +The son of Raghu onward went: +They reached the river, and the three +Bathed them in fair Godavarí. +Libations of the stream they paid +To every deity and shade, +With hymns of praise, the Sun on high +And sinless Gods to glorify. +Fresh from the purifying tide +Resplendent Rama came, +With Lakshman ever by his side, +And the sweet Maithil dame. +So Rudra shines by worlds adored, +In glory undefiled, +When Nandi455 stands beside his lord, +And King Himalaya's child.456 +Canto XVII. Súrpanakha. +The bathing and the prayer were o'er; +He turned him from the grassy shore, +And with his brother and his spouse +Sought his fair home beneath the boughs. +Síta and Lakshman by his side, +On to his cot the hero hied, +And after rites at morning due +Within the leafy shade withdrew. +[pg 250] +Then, honoured by the devotees, +As royal Rama sat at ease, +With Síta near him, o'er his head +A canopy of green boughs spread, +He shone as shines the Lord of Night +By Chitra's457 side, his dear delight. +With Lakshman there he sat and told +Sweet stories of the days of old, +And as the pleasant time he spent +With heart upon each tale intent, +A giantess, by fancy led, +Came wandering to his leafy shed. +Fierce Śúrpanakha,—her of yore +The Ten-necked tyrant's mother bore,— +Saw Rama with his noble mien +Bright as the Gods in heaven are seen; +Him from whose brow a glory gleamed, +Like lotus leaves his full eyes beamed: +Long-armed, of elephantine gait, +With hair close coiled in hermit plait: +In youthful vigour, nobly framed, +By glorious marks a king proclaimed: +Like some bright lotus lustrous-hued, +With young Kandarpa's458 grace endued: +As there like Indra's self he shone, +She loved the youth she gazed upon. +She grim of eye and foul of face +Loved his sweet glance and forehead's grace: +She of unlovely figure, him +Of stately form and shapely limb: +She whose dim locks disordered hung, +Him whose bright hair on high brows clung: +She whose fierce accents counselled fear, +Him whose soft tones were sweet to hear: +She whose dire form with age was dried, +Him radiant in his youthful pride: +She whose false lips maintained the wrong, +Him in the words of virtue strong: +She cruel-hearted, stained with sin, +Him just in deed and pure within. +She, hideous fiend, a thing to hate, +Him formed each eye to captivate: +Fierce passion in her bosom woke, +And thus to Raghu's son she spoke: +“With matted hair above thy brows, +With bow and shaft and this thy spouse, +How hast thou sought in hermit dress +The giant-haunted wilderness? +What dost thou here? The cause explain: +Why art thou come, and what to gain?” +As Śúrpanakha questioned so, +Rama, the terror of the foe, +In answer to the monster's call, +With fearless candour told her all. +“King Daśaratha reigned of old, +Like Gods celestial brave and bold. +I am his eldest son and heir, +And Rama is the name I bear. +This brother, Lakshman, younger born, +Most faithful love to me has sworn. +My wife, this princess, dear to fame, +Is Sita the Videhan dame. +Obedient to my sire's behest +And by the queen my mother pressed, +To keep the law and merit win, +I sought this wood to harbour in. +But speak, for I of thee in turn +Thy name, and race, and sire would learn. +Thou art of giant race, I ween. +Changing at will thy form and mien. +Speak truly, and the cause declare +That bids thee to these shades repair.” +Thus Rama spoke: the demon heard, +And thus replied by passion spurred: +“Of giant race, what form soe'er +My fancy wills, 'tis mine to wear. +Named Śúrpanakha here I stray, +And where I walk spread wild dismay. +King Ravan is my brother: fame +Has taught perchance his dreaded name, +Strong Kumbhakarna slumbering deep +In chains of never-ending sleep: +Vibhíshan of the duteous mind, +In needs unlike his giant kind: +Dúshan and Khara, brave and bold +Whose fame by every tongue is told: +Their might by mine is far surpassed; +But when, O best of men, I cast +These fond eyes on thy form, I see +My chosen love and lord in thee. +Endowed with wondrous might am I: +Where'er my fancy leads I fly. +The poor misshapen Síta leave, +And me, thy worthier bride receive. +Look on my beauty, and prefer +A spouse more meet than one like her: +I'll eat that ill-formed woman there: +Thy brother too her fate shall share. +But come, beloved, thou shalt roam +With me through all our woodland home; +Each varied grove with me shalt seek, +And gaze upon each mountain peak.” +As thus she spoke, the monster gazed +With sparkling eyes where passion blazed: +Then he, in lore of language learned, +This answer eloquent returned: +Canto XVIII. The Mutilation. +On her ensnared in Kama's net +His eyes the royal Rama set, +[pg 251] +And thus, her passion to beguile, +Addressed her with a gentle smile: +“I have a wife: behold her here, +My Síta ever true and dear: +And one like thee will never brook +Upon a rival spouse to look. +But there my brother Lakshman stands: +Unchained is he by nuptial bands: +A youth heroic, loved of all, +Gracious and gallant, fair and tall. +With winning looks, most nobly bred, +Unmatched till now, he longs to wed. +Meet to enjoy thy youthful charms, +O take him to thy loving arms. +Enamoured on his bosom lie, +Fair damsel of the radiant eye, +As the warm sunlight loves to rest +Upon her darling Meru's breast.” +The hero spoke, the monster heard, +While passion still her bosom stirred. +Away from Rama's side she broke, +And thus in turn to Lakshman spoke: +“Come, for thy bride take me who shine +In fairest grace that suits with thine. +Thou by my side from grove to grove +Of Danḍak's wild in bliss shalt rove.” +Then Lakshman, skilled in soft address, +Wooed by the amorous giantess, +With art to turn her love aside, +To Śúrpanakha thus replied: +“And can so high a dame agree +The slave-wife of a slave to be? +I, lotus-hued! in good and ill +Am bondsman to my brother's will. +Be thou, fair creature radiant-eyed, +My honoured brother's younger bride: +With faultless tint and dainty limb, +A happy wife, bring joy to him. +He from his spouse grown old and grey, +Deformed, untrue, will turn away, +Her withered charms will gladly leave, +And to his fair young darling cleave. +For who could be so fond and blind, +O loveliest of all female kind, +To love another dame and slight +Thy beauties rich in all delight?” +Thus Lakshman 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. +Again inflamed with love she fled +To Rama, in his leafy shed +Where Síta rested by his side, +And to the mighty victor cried: +“What, Rama, canst thou blindly cling +To this old false misshapen thing? +Wilt thou refuse the charms of youth +For withered breast and grinning tooth! +Canst thou this wretched creature prize +And look on me with scornful eyes? +This aged crone this very hour +Before thy face will I devour: +Then joyous, from all rivals free. +Through Danḍak will I stray with thee.” +She spoke, and with a glance of flame +Rushed on the fawn-eyed Maithil dame: +So would a horrid meteor mar +Fair Rohiní's soft beaming star. +But as the furious fiend drew near, +Like Death's dire noose which chills with fear, +The mighty chief her purpose stayed, +And spoke, his brother to upbraid: +“Ne'er should we jest with creatures rude, +Of savage race and wrathful mood. +Think, Lakshman, think how nearly slain +My dear Videhan breathes again. +Let not the hideous wretch escape +Without a mark to mar her shape. +Strike, lord of men, the monstrous fiend, +Deformed, and foul, and evil-miened.” +He spoke: then Lakshman's wrath rose high, +And there before his brother's eye, +He drew that sword which none could stay, +And cleft her nose and ears away. +Noseless and earless, torn and maimed, +With fearful shrieks the fiend exclaimed, +And frantic in her wild distress +Resought the distant wilderness. +Deformed, terrific, huge, and dread, +As on she moved, her gashes bled, +And groan succeeded groan as loud +As roars, ere rain, the thunder cloud. +Still on the fearful monster passed, +While streams of blood kept falling fast, +And with a roar, and arms outspread +Within the boundless wood she fled. +To Janasthan the monster flew; +Fierce Khara there she found, +With chieftains of the giant crew +In thousands ranged around. +Before his awful feet she bent +And fell with piercing cries, +As when a bolt in swift descent +Comes flashing from the skies. +There for a while with senses dazed +Silent she lay and scared: +At length her drooping head she raised, +And all the tale declared, +How Rama, Lakshman, and the dame +Had reached that lonely place: +Then told her injuries and shame, +And showed her bleeding face. +Canto XIX. The Rousing Of Khara. +When Khara saw his sister lie +With blood-stained limbs and troubled eye, +[pg 252] +Wild fury in his bosom woke, +And thus the monstrous giant spoke; +“Arise, my sister; cast away +This numbing terror and dismay, +And straight the impious hand declare +That marred those features once so fair. +For who his finger tip will lay +On the black snake in childish play, +And unattacked, with idle stroke +His poison-laden fang provoke? +Ill-fated fool, he little knows +Death's noose around his neck he throws, +Who rashly met thee, and a draught +Of life-destroying poison quaffed. +Strong, fierce as death, 'twas thine to choose +Thy way at will, each shape to use; +In power and might like one of us: +What hand has maimed and marred thee thus? +What God or fiend this deed has wrought, +What bard or sage of lofty thought +Was armed with power supremely great +Thy form to mar and mutilate? +In all the worlds not one I see +Would dare a deed to anger me: +Not Indra's self, the Thousand-eyed, +Beneath whose hand fierce Paka459 died. +My life-destroying darts this day +His guilty breath shall rend away, +E'en as the thirsty wild swan drains +Each milk-drop that the wave retains. +Whose blood in foaming streams shall burst +O'er the dry ground which lies athirst, +When by my shafts transfixed and slain +He falls upon the battle plain? +From whose dead corpse shall birds of air +The mangled flesh and sinews tear, +And in their gory feast delight, +When I have slain him in the fight? +Not God or bard or wandering ghost, +No giant of our mighty host +Shall step between us, or avail +To save the wretch when I assail. +Collect each scattered sense, recall +Thy troubled thoughts, and tell me all. +What wretch attacked thee in the way, +And quelled thee in victorious fray?” +His breast with burning fury fired, +Thus Khara of the fiend inquired: +And then with many a tear and sigh +Thus Śúrpanakha made reply: +“'Tis Daśaratha's sons, a pair +Strong, resolute, and young, and fair: +In coats of dark and blackdeer's hide, +And like the radiant lotus eyed: +On berries roots and fruit they feed, +And lives of saintly virtue lead: +With ordered senses undefiled, +Rama and Lakshman are they styled. +Fair as the Minstrels' King460 are they, +And stamped with signs of regal sway. +I know not if the heroes trace +Their line from Gods or Danav461 race. +There by these wondering eyes between +The noble youths a dame was seen, +Fair, blooming, young, with dainty waist, +And all her bright apparel graced. +For her with ready heart and mind +The royal pair their strength combined, +And brought me to this last distress, +Like some lost woman, comfortless. +Perfidious wretch! my soul is fain +Her foaming blood and theirs to drain. +O let me head the vengeful fight, +And with this hand my murderers smite. +Come, brother, hasten to fulfil +This longing of my eager will. +On to the battle! Let me drink +Their lifeblood as to earth they sink.” +Then Khara, by his sister pressed, +Inflamed with fury, gave his hest +To twice seven giants of his crew, +Fierce as the God of death to view: +'Two men equipped with arms, who wear +Deerskin and bark and matted hair, +Leading a beauteous dame, have strayed +To the wild gloom of Danḍak's shade. +These men, this cursed woman slay, +And hasten back without delay, +That this my sister's lips may be +Red with the lifeblood of the three. +Giants, my wounded sister longs +To take this vengeance for her wrongs. +With speed her dearest wish fulfil, +And with your might these creatures kill. +Soon as your matchless strength shall lay +These brothers dead in battle fray, +She in triumphant joy will laugh, +And their hearts' blood delighted quaff.” +The giants heard the words he said, +And forth with Śúrpanakha sped, +As mighty clouds in autumn fly +Urged by the wind along the sky. +Canto XX. The Giants' Death. +Fierce Śúrpanakha with her train +To Rama's dwelling came again, +And to the eager giants showed +Where Síta and the youths abode. +Within the leafy cot they spied +The hero by his consort's side, +And faithful Lakshman ready still +To wait upon his brother's will. +[pg 253] +Then noble Rama raised his eye +And saw the giants standing nigh, +And then, as nearer still they pressed. +His glorious brother thus addressed, +“Be thine a while, my brother dear, +To watch o'er Síta's safety here, +And I will slay these creatures who +The footsteps of my spouse pursue.” +He spoke, and reverent Lakshman heard +Submissive to his brother's word. +The son of Raghu, virtuous-souled, +Strung his great bow adorned with gold, +And, with the weapon in his hand, +Addressed him to the giant band: +“Rama and Lakshman we, who spring +From Daśaratha, mighty king; +We dwell a while with Síta here +In Danḍak forest wild and drear. +On woodland roots and fruit we feed, +And lives of strictest rule we lead. +Say why would ye our lives oppress +Who sojourn in the wilderness. +Sent hither by the hermits' prayer +With bow and darts unused to spare, +For vengeance am I come to slay +Your sinful band in battle fray. +Rest as ye are: remain content, +Nor try the battle's dire event. +Unless your offered lives ye spurn, +O rovers of the night, return.” +They listened while the hero spoke, +And fury in each breast awoke. +The Brahman-slayers raised on high +Their mighty spears and made reply: +They spoke with eyes aglow with ire, +While Rama's burnt with vengeful tire, +And answered thus, in fury wild, +That peerless chief whose tones were mild: +“Nay thou hast angered, overbold, +Khara our lord, the mighty-souled, +And for thy sin, in battle strife +Shalt yield to us thy forfeit life. +No power hast thou alone to stand +Against the numbers of our band. +'Twere vain to match thy single might +Against us in the front of fight. +When we equipped for fight advance +With brandished pike and mace and lance, +Thou, vanquished in the desperate field, +Thy bow, thy strength, thy life shalt yield.” +With bitter words and threatening mien +Thus furious spoke the fierce fourteen, +And raising scimitar and spear +On Rama rushed in wild career. +Their levelled spears the giant crew +Against the matchless hero threw. +His bow the son of Raghu bent, +And twice seven shafts to meet them sent, +And every javelin sundered fell +By the bright darts he aimed so well. +The hero saw: his anger grew +To fury: from his side he drew +Fresh sunbright arrows pointed keen, +In number, like his foes, fourteen. +His bow he grasped, the string he drew, +And gazing on the giant crew, +As Indra casts the levin, so +Shot forth his arrows at the foe. +The hurtling arrows, stained with gore, +Through the fiends' breasts a passage tore, +And in the earth lay buried deep +As serpents through an ant-hill creep +Like trees uptorn by stormy blast +The shattered fiends to earth were cast, +And there with mangled bodies they, +Bathed in their blood and breathless, lay. +With fainting heart and furious eye +The demon saw her champions die. +With drying wounds that scarcely bled +Back to her brother's home she fled. +Oppressed with pain, with loud lament +At Khara's feet the monster bent. +There like a plant whence slowly come +The trickling drops of oozy gum, +With her grim features pale with pain +She poured her tears in ceaseless rain, +There routed Śúrpanakha lay, +And told her brother all, +The issue of the bloody fray, +Her giant champions' fall. +Canto XXI. The Rousing Of Khara. +Low in the dust he saw her lie, +And Khara's wrath grew fierce and high. +Aloud he cried to her who came +Disgracefully with baffled aim: +“I sent with thee at thy request +The bravest of my giants, best +Of all who feed upon the slain: +Why art thou weeping here again? +Still to their master's interest true, +My faithful, noble, loyal crew, +Though slaughtered in the bloody fray, +Would yet their monarch's word obey. +Now I, my sister, fain would know +The cause of this thy fear and woe, +Why like a snake thou writhest there, +Calling for aid in wild despair. +Nay, lie not thus in lowly guise: +Cast off thy weakness and arise!” +With soothing words the giant chief +Assuaged the fury of her grief. +Her weeping eyes she slowly dried +And to her brother thus replied: +“I sought thee in my shame and fear +With severed nose and mangled ear: +My gashes like a river bled, +I sought thee and was comforted. +[pg 254] +Those twice seven giants, brave and strong, +Thou sentest to avenge the wrong, +To lay the savage Rama low, +And Lakshman who misused me so. +But ah, the shafts of Rama through +The bodies of my champions flew: +Though madly fierce their spears they plied, +Beneath his conquering might they died. +I saw them, famed for strength and speed, +I saw my heroes fall and bleed: +Great trembling seized my every limb +At the great deed achieved by him. +In trouble, horror, doubt, and dread, +Again to thee for help I fled. +While terror haunts my troubled sight, +I seek thee, rover of the night. +And canst thou not thy sister free +From this wide waste of troublous sea +Whose sharks are doubt and terror, where +Each wreathing wave is dark despair? +Low lie on earth thy giant train +By ruthless Rama's arrows slain, +And all the mighty demons, fed +On blood, who followed me are dead. +Now if within thy breast may be +Pity for them and love for me, +If thou, O rover of the night, +Have valour and with him can fight, +Subdue the giants' cruel foe +Who dwells where Danḍak's thickets grow. +But if thine arm in vain assay +This queller of his foes to slay, +Now surely here before thine eyes, +Wronged and ashamed thy sister dies. +Too well, alas, too well I see +That, strong in war as thou mayst be, +Thou canst not in the battle stand +When Rama meets thee hand to hand. +Go forth, thou hero but in name, +Assuming might thou canst not claim; +Call friend and kin, no longer stay: +Away from Janasthan, away! +Shame of thy race! the weak alone +Beneath thine arm may sink o'erthrown: +Fly Rama and his brother: they +Are men too strong for thee to slay. +How canst thou hope, O weak and base, +To make this grove thy dwelling-place? +With Rama's might unmeet to vie, +O'ermastered thou wilt quickly die. +A hero strong in valorous deed +Is Rama, Daśaratha's seed: +And scarce of weaker might than he +His brother chief who mangled me.” +Thus wept and wailed in deep distress +The grim misshapen giantess: +Before her brother's feet she lay +O'erwhelmed with grief, and swooned away. +Canto XXII. Khara's Wrath. +Roused by the taunting words she spoke, +The mighty Khara's wrath awoke, +And there, while giants girt him round, +In these fierce words an utterance found: +“I cannot, peerless one, contain +Mine anger at this high disdain, +Galling as salt when sprinkled o'er +The rawness of a bleeding sore. +Rama in little count I hold, +Weak man whose days are quickly told. +The caitiff with his life to-day +For all his evil deeds shall pay. +Dry, sister, dry each needless tear, +Stint thy lament and banish fear, +For Rama and his brother go +This day to Yama's realm below. +My warrior's axe shall stretch him slain, +Ere set of sun, upon the plain, +Then shall thy sated lips be red +With his warm blood in torrents shed.” +As Khara's speech the demon heard, +With sudden joy her heart was stirred: +She fondly praised him as the boast +And glory of the giant host. +First moved to ire by taunts and stings, +Now soothed by gentle flatterings, +To Dúshan, who his armies led, +The demon Khara spoke, and said: +“Friend, from the host of giants call +Full fourteen thousand, best of all, +Slaves of my will, of fearful might, +Who never turn their backs in fight: +Fiends who rejoice to slay and mar, +Dark as the clouds of autumn are: +Make ready quickly, O my friend, +My chariot and the bows I bend. +My swords, my shafts of brilliant sheen, +My divers lances long and keen. +On to the battle will I lead +These heroes of Pulastya's seed, +And thus, O famed for warlike skill, +Rama my wicked foeman kill.” +He spoke, and ere his speech was done, +His chariot glittering like the sun, +Yoked and announced, by Dúshan's care, +With dappled steeds was ready there. +High as a peak from Meru rent +It burned with golden ornament: +The pole of lazulite, of gold +Were the bright wheels whereon it rolled. +With gold and moonstone blazoned o'er, +Fish, flowers, trees, rocks, the panels bore; +Auspicious birds embossed thereon, +And stars in costly emblem shone. +O'er flashing swords his banner hung, +And sweet bells, ever tinkling, swung. +[pg 255] +That mighty host with sword and shield +And oar was ready for the field: +And Khara saw, and Dúshan cried, +“Forth to the fight, ye giants, ride.” +Then banners waved, and shield and sword +Flashed as the host obeyed its lord. +From Janasthan they sallied out +With eager speed, and din, and shout, +Armed with the mace for close attacks, +The bill, the spear, the battle-axe, +Steel quoit and club that flashed afar, +Huge bow and sword and scimitar, +The dart to pierce, the bolt to strike, +The murderous bludgeon, lance, and pike. +So forth from Janasthan, intent +On Khara's will, the monsters went. +He saw their awful march: not far +Behind the host he drove his car. +Ware of his master's will, to speed +The driver urged each gold-decked steed. +Then forth the warrior's coursers sprang, +And with tumultuous murmur rang +Each distant quarter of the sky +And realms that intermediate lie. +High and more high within his breast +His pride triumphant rose, +While terrible as Death he pressed +Onward to slay his foes, +“More swiftly yet,” as on they fled, +He cried in thundering tones +Loud as a cloud that overhead +Hails down a flood of stones. +Canto XXIII. The Omens. +As forth upon its errand went +That huge ferocious armament, +An awful cloud, in dust and gloom, +With threatening thunders from its womb +Poured in sad augury a flood +Of rushing water mixt with blood. +The monarch's steeds, though strong and fleet, +Stumbled and fell: and yet their feet +Passed o'er the bed of flowers that lay +Fresh gathered on the royal way. +No gleam of sunlight struggled through +The sombre pall of midnight hue, +Edged with a line of bloody red, +Like whirling torches overhead. +A vulture, fierce, of mighty size. +Terrific with his cruel eyes, +Perched on the staff enriched with gold, +Whence hung the flag in many a fold. +Each ravening bird, each beast of prey +Where Janasthan's wild thickets lay, +Rose with a long discordant cry +And gathered as the host went by. +And from the south long, wild, and shrill, +Came spirit voices boding ill. +Like elephants in frantic mood, +Vast clouds terrific, sable-hued, +Hid all the sky where'er they bore +Their load of water mixt with gore. +Above, below, around were spread +Thick shades of darkness strange and dread, +Nor could the wildered glance descry +A point or quarter of the sky. +Then came o'er heaven a sanguine hue, +Though evening's flush not yet was due, +While each ill-omened bird that flies +Assailed the king with harshest cries. +There screamed the vulture and the crane, +And the loud jackal shrieked again. +Each hideous thing that bodes aright +Disaster in the coming fight, +With gaping mouth that hissed and flamed, +The ruin of the host proclaimed. +Eclipse untimely reft away +The brightness of the Lord of Day, +And near his side was seen to glow +A mace-like comet boding woe. +Then while the sun was lost to view +A mighty wind arose and blew, +And stars like fireflies shed their light, +Nor waited for the distant night. +The lilies drooped, the brooks were dried, +The fish and birds that swam them died, +And every tree that was so fair +With flower and fruit was stripped and bare. +The wild wind ceased, yet, raised on high, +Dark clouds of dust involved the sky. +In doleful twitter long sustained +The restless Sarikas462 complained, +And from the heavens with flash and flame +Terrific meteors roaring came. +Earth to her deep foundation shook +With rock and tree and plain and brook, +As Khara with triumphant shout, +Borne in his chariot, sallied out. +His left arm throbbed: he knew full well +That omen, and his visage fell. +Each awful sign the giant viewed, +And sudden tears his eye bedewed. +Care on his brow sat chill and black, +Yet mad with wrath he turned not back. +Upon each fearful sight that raised +The shuddering hair the chieftain gazed, +And laughing in his senseless pride +Thus to his giant legions cried: +“By sense of mightiest strength upborne, +These feeble signs I laugh to scorn. +I could bring down the stars that shine +In heaven with these keen shafts of mine. +Impelled by warlike fury I +Could cause e'en Death himself to die. +[pg 256] +I will not seek my home again +Until my pointed shafts have slain +This Raghu's son so fierce in pride, +And Lakshman by his brother's side. +And she, my sister, she for whom +These sons of Raghu meet their doom, +She with delighted lips shall drain +The lifeblood of her foemen slain. +Fear not for me: I ne'er have known +Defeat, in battle overthrown. +Fear not for me, O giants; true +Are the proud words I speak to you. +The king of Gods who rules on high, +If wild Airavat bore him nigh, +Should fall before me bolt in hand: +And shall these two my wrath withstand!” +He ended and the giant host +Who heard their chief's triumphant boast, +Rejoiced with equal pride elate, +Entangled in the noose of Fate. +Then met on high in bright array, +With eyes that longed to see the fray, +God and Gandharva, sage and saint, +With beings pure from earthly taint. +Blest for good works aforetime wrought, +Thus each to other spake his thought: +“Now joy to Brahmans, joy to kine, +And all whom world count half divine! +May Raghu's offspring slay in fight +Pulastya's sons who roam by night!” +In words like these and more, the best +Of high-souled saints their hopes expressed, +Bending their eager eyes from where +Car-borne with Gods they rode in air. +Beneath them stretching far, they viewed +The giants' death-doomed multitude. +They saw where, urged with fury, far +Before the host rolled Khara's car, +And close beside their leader came +Twelve giant peers of might and fame. +Four other chiefs463 before the rest +Behind their leader Dúshan pressed. +Impetuous, cruel, dark, and dread, +All thirsting for the fray, +The hosts of giant warriors sped +Onward upon their way. +With eager speed they reached the spot +Where dwelt the princely two,— +Like planets in a league to blot +The sun and moon from view. +Canto XXIV. The Host In Sight. +While Khara, urged by valiant rage, +Drew near that little hermitage, +Those wondrous signs in earth and sky +Smote on each prince's watchful eye. +When Rama saw those signs of woe +Fraught with destruction to the foe, +With bold impatience scarce repressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“These fearful signs, my brother bold, +Which threaten all our foes, behold: +All laden, as they strike the view, +With ruin to the fiendish crew. +The angry clouds are gathering fast, +Their skirts with dusty gloom o'ercast, +And harsh with loud-voiced thunder, rain +Thick drops of blood upon the plain. +See, burning for the coming fight, +My shafts with wreaths of smoke are white, +And my great bow embossed with gold +Throbs eager for the master's hold. +Each bird that through the forest flies +Sends out its melancholy cries. +All signs foretell the dangerous strife, +The jeopardy of limb and life. +Each sight, each sound gives warning clear +That foemen meet and death is near. +But courage, valiant brother! well +The throbbings of mine arm foretell +That ruin waits the hostile powers, +And triumph in the fight is ours. +I hail the welcome omen: thou +Art bright of face and clear of brow. +For Lakshman, when the eye can trace +A cloud upon the warrior's face +Stealing the cheerful light away, +His life is doomed in battle fray. +List, brother, to that awful cry: +With shout and roar the fiends draw nigh. +With thundering beat of many a drum +The savage-hearted giants come. +The wise who value safety know +To meet, prepared, the coming blow: +In paths of prudence trained aright +They watch the stroke before it smite. +Take thou thine arrows and thy bow, +And with the Maithil lady go +For shelter to the mountain cave +Where thickest trees their branches wave. +I will not have thee, Lakshman, say +One word in answer, but obey. +By all thy honour for these feet +Of mine, dear brother, I entreat. +Thy warlike arm, I know could, smite +To death these rovers of the night; +But I this day would fight alone +Till all the fiends be overthrown.” +[pg 257] +He spake: and Lakshman answered naught: +His arrows and his bow he brought, +And then with Síta following hied +For shelter to the mountain side. +As Lakshman and the lady through +The forest to the cave withdrew, +“'Tis well,” cried Rama. Then he braced +His coat of mail around his waist. +When, bright as blazing fire, upon +His mighty limbs that armour shone, +The hero stood like some great light +Uprising in the dark of night. +His dreadful shafts were by his side; +His trusty bow he bent and plied, +Prepared he stood: the bowstring rang, +Filling the welkin with the clang. +The high-souled Gods together drew +The wonder of the fight to view, +The saints made free from spot and stain, +And bright Gandharvas' heavenly train. +Each glorious sage the assembly sought, +Each saint divine of loftiest thought, +And filled with zeal for Rama's sake. +Thus they whose deeds were holy spake: +“Now be it well with Brahmans, now +Well with the worlds and every cow! +Let Rama in the deadly fray +The fiends who walk in darkness slay, +As He who bears the discus464 slew +The chieftains of the Asur crew.” +Then each with anxious glances viewed +His fellow and his speech renewed: +“There twice seven thousand giants stand +With impious heart and cruel hand: +Here Rama stands, by virtue known: +How can the hero fight alone?” +Thus royal sage and Brahman saint, +Spirit, and Virtue free from taint, +And all the Gods of heaven who rode +On golden cars, their longing showed. +Their hearts with doubt and terror rent, +They saw the giants' armament, +And Rama clothed in warrior might, +Forth standing in the front of fight. +Lord of the arm no toil might tire, +He stood majestic in his ire, +Matchless in form as Rudra465 when +His wrath is fierce on Gods or men. +While Gods and saints in close array +Held converse of the coming fray, +The army of the fiends drew near +With sight and sound that counselled fear. +Long, loud and deep their war-cry pealed, +As on they rushed with flag and shield, +Each, of his proper valour proud, +Urging to fight the demon crowd. +His ponderous bow each warrior tried, +And swelled his bulk with martial pride. +'Mid shout and roar and trampling feet, +And thunder of the drums they beat, +Loud and more loud the tumult went +Throughout the forest's vast extent, +And all the life that moved within +The woodland trembled at the din. +In eager haste all fled to find +Some tranquil spot, nor looked behind. +With every arm of war supplied, +On-rushing wildly like the tide +Of some deep sea, the giant host +Approached where Rama kept his post. +Then he, in battle skilled and tried, +Bent his keen eye on every side, +And viewed the host of Khara face +To face before his dwelling-place. +He drew his arrows forth, and reared +And strained that bow which foemen feared, +And yielded to the vengeful sway +Of fierce desire that host to slay. +Terrific as the ruinous fire +That ends the worlds, he glowed in ire, +And his tremendous form dismayed +The Gods who roam the forest shade. +For in the furious wrath that glowed +Within his soul the hero showed +Like Śiva when his angry might +Stayed Daksha's sacrificial rite.466 +Like some great cloud at dawn of day +When first the sun upsprings, +And o'er the gloomy mass each ray +A golden radiance flings: +Thus showed the children of the night, +Whose mail and chariots threw, +With gleam of bows and armlets bright, +Flashes of flamy hue. +Canto XXV. The Battle. +When Khara with the hosts he led +Drew near to Rama's leafy shed, +He saw that queller of the foe +Stand ready with his ordered bow. +He saw, and burning at the view +His clanging bow he raised and drew, +And bade his driver urge apace +His car to meet him face to face. +Obedient to his master's hest +His eager steeds the driver pressed +On to the spot where, none to aid, +The strong-armed chief his weapon swayed. +Soon as the children of the night +Saw Khara rushing to the fight, +[pg 258] +His lords with loud unearthly cry +Followed their chief and gathered nigh. +As in his car the leader rode +With all his lords around, he showed +Like the red planet fiery Mars +Surrounded by the lesser stars. +Then with a horrid yell that rent +The air, the giant chieftain sent +A thousand darts in rapid shower +On Rama matchless in his power. +The rovers of the night, impelled +By fiery rage which naught withheld, +Upon the unconquered prince, who strained +His fearful bow, their arrows rained. +With sword and club, with mace and pike, +With spear and axe to pierce and strike, +Those furious fiends on every side +The unconquerable hero plied. +The giant legions huge and strong, +Like clouds the tempest drives along, +Rushed upon Rama with the speed +Of whirling car, and mounted steed, +And hill-like elephant, to slay +The matchless prince in battle fray. +Then upon Rama thick and fast +The rain of mortal steel they cast, +As labouring clouds their torrents shed +Upon the mountain-monarch's467 head. +As near and nearer round him drew +The warriors of the giant crew, +He showed like Śiva girt by all +His spirits when night's shadows fall. +As the great deep receives each rill +And river rushing from the hill, +He bore that flood of darts, and broke +With well-aimed shaft each murderous stroke. +By stress of arrowy storm assailed, +And wounded sore, he never failed, +Like some high mountain which defies +The red bolts flashing from the skies. +With ruddy streams each limb was dyed +From gaping wounds in breast and side, +Showing the hero like the sun +'Mid crimson clouds ere day is done. +Then, at that sight of terror, faint +Grew God, Gandharva, sage, and saint, +Trembling to see the prince oppose +His single might to myriad foes. +But waxing wroth, with force unspent, +He strained his bow to utmost bent, +And forth his arrows keen and true +In hundreds, yea in thousands flew,— +Shafts none could ward, and none endure: +Death's fatal noose was scarce so sure. +As 'twere in playful ease he shot +His gilded shafts, and rested not. +With swiftest flight and truest aim +Upon the giant hosts they came. +Each smote, each stayed a foeman's breath +As fatal as the coil of Death. +Each arrow through a giant tore +A passage, and besmeared with gore, +Pursued its onward way and through +The air with flamy brilliance flew. +Unnumbered were the arrows sent +From the great bow which Rama bent, +And every shaft with iron head +The lifeblood of a giant shed. +Their pennoned bows were cleft, nor mail +Nor shield of hide could aught avail. +For Rama's myriad arrows tore +Through arms, and bracelets which they wore, +And severed mighty warriors' thighs +Like trunks of elephants in size, +And cut resistless passage sheer +Through gold-decked horse and charioteer, +Slew elephant and rider, slew +The horseman and the charger too, +And infantry unnumbered sent +To dwell 'neath Yama's government. +Then rose on high a fearful yell +Of rovers of the night, who fell +Beneath that iron torrent, sore +Wounded by shafts that rent and tore. +So mangled by the ceaseless storm +Of shafts of every kind and form, +Such joy they found, as forests feel +When scorched by flame, from Rama's steel. +The mightiest still the fight maintained, +And furious upon Rama rained +Dart, arrow, spear, with wild attacks +Of mace, and club, and battle-axe. +But the great chief, unconquered yet, +Their weapons with his arrows met, +Which severed many a giant's head, +And all the plain with corpses spread. +With sundered bow and shattered shield +Headless they sank upon the field, +As the tall trees, that felt the blast +Of Garuḍ's wing, to earth were cast. +The giants left unslaughtered there +Where filled with terror and despair, +And to their leader Khara fled +Faint, wounded, and discomfited. +These fiery Dúshan strove to cheer, +And poised his bow to calm their fear; +Then fierce as He who rules the dead, +When wroth, on angered Rama sped. +By Dúshan cheered, the demons cast +Their dread aside and rallied fast +With Sals, rocks, palm-trees in their hands +With nooses, maces, pikes, and brands, +Again upon the godlike man +The mighty fiends infuriate ran, +These casting rocks like hail, and these +A whelming shower of leafy trees. +Wild, wondrous fight, the eye to scare, +And raise on end each shuddering hair, +[pg 259] +As with the fiends who loved to rove +By night heroic Rama strove! +The giants in their fury plied +Rama with darts on every side. +Then, by the gathering demons pressed +From north and south and east and west, +By showers of deadly darts assailed +From every quarter fiercely hailed, +Girt by the foes who swarmed around, +He raised a mighty shout whose sound +Struck terror. On the giant crew +His great Gandharva468 arrow flew. +A thousand mortal shafts were rained +From the orbed bow the hero strained, +Till east and west and south and north +Were filled with arrows volleyed forth. +They heard the fearful shout: they saw +His mighty hand the bowstring draw, +Yet could no wounded giant's eye +See the swift storm of arrows fly. +Still firm the warrior stood and cast +His deadly missiles thick and fast. +Dark grew the air with arrowy hail +Which hid the sun as with a veil. +Fiends wounded, falling, fallen, slain, +All in a moment, spread the plain, +And thousands scarce alive were left +Mangled, and gashed, and torn, and cleft. +Dire was the sight, the plain o'erspread +With trophies of the mangled dead. +There lay, by Rama's missiles rent, +Full many a priceless ornament, +With severed limb and broken gem, +Hauberk and helm and diadem. +There lay the shattered car, the steed, +The elephant of noblest breed, +The splintered spear, the shivered mace, +Chouris and screens to shade the face. +The giants saw with bitterest pain +Their warriors weltering on the plain, +Nor dared again his might oppose +Who scourged the cities of his foes. +Canto XXVI. Dúshan's Death. +When Dúshan saw his giant band +Slaughtered by Rama's conquering hand, +He called five thousand fiends, and gave +His orders. Bravest of the brave, +Invincible, of furious might, +Ne'er had they turned their backs in flight. +They, as their leader bade them seize +Spears, swords, and clubs, and rocks, and trees, +Poured on the dauntless prince again +A ceaseless shower of deadly rain. +The virtuous Rama, undismayed, +Their missiles with his arrows stayed, +And weakened, ere it fell, the shock +Of that dire hail of tree and rock, +And like a bull with eyelids closed, +The pelting of the storm opposed. +Then blazed his ire: he longed to smite +To earth the rovers of the night. +The wrath that o'er his spirit came +Clothed him with splendour as of flame, +While showers of mortal darts he poured +Fierce on the giants and their lord. +Dúshan, the foeman's dusky dread, +By frenzied rage inspirited, +On Raghu's son his missiles cast +Like Indra's bolts which rend and blast. +But Rama with a trenchant dart +Cleft Dúshan's ponderous bow apart. +And then the gold-decked steeds who drew +The chariot, with four shafts he slew. +One crescent dart he aimed which shred +Clean from his neck the driver's head; +Three more with deadly skill addressed +Stood quivering in the giant's breast. +Hurled from his car, steeds, driver slain, +The bow he trusted cleft in twain, +He seized his mace, strong, heavy, dread, +High as a mountain's towering head. +With plates of gold adorned and bound, +Embattled Gods it crushed and ground. +Its iron spikes yet bore the stains +Of mangled foemen's blood and brains. +Its heavy mass of jagged steel +Was like a thunderbolt to feel. +It shattered, as on foes it fell, +The city where the senses dwell.469 +Fierce Dúshan seized that ponderous mace +Like monstrous form of serpent race, +And all his savage soul aglow +With fury, rushed upon the foe. +But Raghu's son took steady aim, +And as the rushing giant came, +Shore with two shafts the arms whereon +The demon's glittering bracelets shone. +His arm at each huge shoulder lopped, +The mighty body reeled and dropped, +And the great mace to earth was thrown +Like Indra's staff when storms have blown. +As some vast elephant who lies +Shorn of his tusks, and bleeding dies, +So, when his arms were rent away, +Low on the ground the giant lay. +The spirits saw the monster die, +And loudly rang their joyful cry, +“Honour to Rama! nobly done! +Well hast thou fought, Kakutstha's son!” +[pg 260] +But the great three, the host who led, +Enraged to see their chieftain dead, +As though Death's toils were round them cast, +Rushed upon Rama fierce and fast, +Mahakapala seized, to strike +His foeman down, a ponderous pike: +Sthúlaksha charged with spear to fling, +Pramathi with his axe to swing. +When Rama saw, with keen darts he +Received the onset of the three, +As calm as though he hailed a guest +In each, who came for shade and rest. +Mahakapala's monstrous head +Fell with the trenchant dart he sped. +His good right hand in battle skilled +Sthúlaksha's eyes with arrows filled, +And trusting still his ready bow +He laid the fierce Pramathi low, +Who sank as some tall tree falls down +With bough and branch and leafy crown. +Then with five thousand shafts he slew +The rest of Dúshan's giant crew: +Five thousand demons, torn and rent, +To Yama's gloomy realm he sent. +When Khara knew the fate of all +The giant band and Dúshan's fall, +He called the mighty chiefs who led +His army, and in fury said: +“Now Dúshan and his armèd train +Lie prostrate on the battle plain. +Lead forth an army mightier still, +Rama this wretched man, to kill. +Fight ye with darts of every shape, +Nor let him from your wrath escape.” +Thus spoke the fiend, by rage impelled, +And straight his course toward Rama held. +With Śyenagamí and the rest +Of his twelve chiefs he onward pressed, +And every giant as he went +A storm of well-wrought arrows sent. +Then with his pointed shafts that came +With gold and diamond bright as flame, +Dead to the earth the hero threw +The remnant of the demon crew. +Those shafts with feathers bright as gold, +Like flames which wreaths of smoke enfold, +Smote down the fiends like tall trees rent +By red bolts from the firmament. +A hundred shafts he pointed well: +By their keen barbs a hundred fell: +A thousand,—and a thousand more +In battle's front lay drenched in gore. +Of all defence and guard bereft, +With sundered bows and harness cleft. +Their bodies red with bloody stain +Fell the night-rovers on the plain, +Which, covered with the loosened hair +Of bleeding giants prostrate there, +Like some great altar showed, arrayed +For holy rites with grass o'erlaid. +The darksome wood, each glade and dell +Where the wild demons fought and fell +Was like an awful hell whose floor +Is thick with mire and flesh and gore. +Thus twice seven thousand fiends, a band +With impious heart and bloody hand, +By Raghu's son were overthrown, +A man, on foot, and all alone. +Of all who met on that fierce day, +Khara, great chief, survived the fray, +The monster of the triple head,470 +And Raghu's son, the foeman's dread. +The other demon warriors, all +Skilful and brave and strong and tall, +In front of battle, side by side, +Struck down by Lakshman's brother died. +When Khara saw the host he led +Triumphant forth to fight +Stretched on the earth, all smitten dead, +By Rama's nobler might, +Upon his foe he fiercely glared, +And drove against him fast, +Like Indra when his arm is bared +His thundering bolt to cast. +Canto XXVII. The Death Of Trisiras. +But Triśiras,471 a chieftain dread, +Marked Khara as he onward sped. +And met his car and cried, to stay +The giant from the purposed fray: +“Mine be the charge: let me attack, +And turn thee from the contest back. +Let me go forth, and thou shalt see +The strong-armed Rama slain by me. +True are the words I speak, my lord: +I swear it as I touch my sword: +That I this Rama's blood will spill, +Whom every giant's hand should kill. +This Rama will I slay, or he +In battle fray shall conquer me. +Restrain thy spirit: check thy car, +And view the combat from afar. +Thou, joying o'er the prostrate foe, +To Janasthan again shalt go, +Or, if I fall in battle's chance, +Against my conqueror advance.” +Thus Triśiras for death who yearned: +And Khara from the conflict turned, +“Go forth to battle,” Khara cried; +And toward his foe the giant hied. +Borne on a car of glittering hue +Which harnessed coursers fleetly drew, +Like some huge hill with triple peak +He onward rushed the prince to seek. +[pg 261] +Still, like a big cloud, sending out +His arrowy rain with many a shout +Like the deep sullen roars that come +Discordant from a moistened drum. +But Raghu's son, whose watchful eye +Beheld the demon rushing nigh, +From the great bow he raised and bent +A shower of shafts to meet him sent. +Wild grew the fight and wilder yet +As fiend and man in combat met, +As when in some dark wood's retreat +An elephant and a lion meet. +The giant bent his bow, and true +To Rama's brow three arrows flew. +Then, raging as he felt the stroke, +These words in anger Rama spoke: +“Heroic chief! is such the power +Of fiends who rove at midnight hour? +Soft as the touch of flowers I feel +The gentle blows thine arrows deal. +Receive in turn my shafts, and know +What arrows fly from Rama's bow.” +Thus as he spoke his wrath grew hot, +And twice seven deadly shafts he shot, +Which, dire as serpent's deadly fang, +Straight to the giant's bosom sprang. +Four arrows more,—each shaped to deal +A mortal wound with barbèd steel,— +The glorious hero shot, and slew +The four good steeds the car that drew. +Eight other shafts flew straight and fleet, +And hurled the driver from his seat, +And in the dust the banner laid +That proudly o'er the chariot played. +Then as the fiend prepared to bound +Forth from his useless car to ground, +The hero smote him to the heart, +And numbed his arm with deadly smart. +Again the chieftain, peerless-souled, +Sent forth three rapid darts, and rolled +With each keen arrow, deftly sped, +Low in the dust a monstrous head. +Then yielding to each deadly stroke, +Forth spouting streams of blood and smoke, +The headless trunk bedrenched with gore +Fell to the ground and moved no more. +The fiends who yet were left with life, +Routed and crushed in battle strife, +To Khara's side, like trembling deer +Scared by the hunter, fled in fear. +King Khara saw with furious eye +His scattered giants turn and fly; +Then rallying his broken train +At Raghu's son he drove amain, +Like Rahu472 when his deadly might +Comes rushing on the Lord of Night. +Canto XXVIII. Khara Dismounted. +But when he turned his eye where bled +Both Triśiras and Dúshan dead, +Fear o'er the giant's spirit came +Of Rama's might which naught could tame. +He saw his savage legions, those +Whose force no creature dared oppose,— +He saw the leader of his train +By Rama's single prowess slain. +With burning grief he marked the few +Still left him of his giant crew. +As Namuchi473 on Indra, so +Rushed the dread demon on his foe. +His mighty bow the monster strained, +And angrily on Rama rained +His mortal arrows in a flood, +Like serpent fangs athirst for blood. +Skilled in the bowman's warlike art, +He plied the string and poised the dart. +Here, on his car, and there, he rode, +And passages of battle showed, +While all the skyey regions grew +Dark with his arrows as they flew. +Then Rama seized his ponderous bow, +And straight the heaven was all aglow +With shafts whose stroke no life might bear +That filled with flash and flame the air, +Thick as the blinding torrents sent +Down from Parjanya's474 firmament. +In space itself no space remained, +But all was filled with arrows rained +Incessantly from each great bow +Wielded by Rama and his foe. +As thus in furious combat, wrought +To mortal hate, the warriors fought, +The sun himself grew faint and pale, +Obscured behind that arrowy veil. +As when beneath the driver's steel +An elephant is forced to kneel, +So from the hard and pointed head +Of many an arrow Rama bled. +High on his car the giant rose +Prepared in deadly strife to close, +[pg 262] +And all the spirits saw him stand +Like Yama with his noose in hand. +For Khara deemed in senseless pride +That he, beneath whose hand had died +The giant legions, failed at length +Slow sinking with exhausted strength. +But Rama, like a lion, when +A trembling deer comes nigh his den, +Feared not the demon mad with hate,— +Of lion might and lion gait. +Then in his lofty car that glowed +With sunlike brilliance Khara rode +At Rama: madly on he came +Like a poor moth that seeks the flame. +His archer skill the fiend displayed, +And at the place where Rama laid +His hand, an arrow cleft in two +The mighty bow the hero drew. +Seven arrows by the giant sent, +Bright as the bolts of Indra, rent +Their way through mail and harness joints, +And pierced him with their iron points. +On Rama, hero unsurpassed, +A thousand shafts smote thick and fast, +While as each missile struck, rang out +The giant's awful battle-shout. +His knotted arrows pierced and tore +The sunbright mail the hero wore, +Till, band and buckle rent away, +Glittering on the ground it lay. +Then pierced in shoulder, breast, and side, +Till every limb with blood was dyed, +The chieftain in majestic ire +Shone glorious as the smokeless fire. +Then loud and long the war-cry rose +Of Rama, terror of his foes, +As, on the giant's death intent, +A ponderous bow he strung and bent,— +Lord Vishnu's own, of wondrous size,— +Agastya gave the heavenly prize. +Then rushing on the demon foe, +He raised on high that mighty bow, +And with his well-wrought shafts, whereon +Bright gold between the feathers shone, +He struck the pennon fluttering o'er +The chariot, and it waved no more. +That glorious flag whose every fold +Was rich with blazonry and gold, +Fell as the sun himself by all +The Gods' decree might earthward fall. +From wrathful Khara's hand, whose art +Well knew each vulnerable part, +Four keenly-piercing arrows flew, +And blood in Rama's bosom drew, +With every limb distained with gore +From deadly shafts which rent and tore, +From Khara's clanging bowstring shots, +The prince's wrath waxed wondrous hot. +His hand upon his bow that best +Of mighty archers firmly pressed, +And from the well-drawn bowstring, true +Each to its mark, six arrows flew. +One quivered in the giant's head, +With two his brawny shoulders bled; +Three, with the crescent heads they bore, +Deep in his breast a passage tore. +Thirteen, to which the stone had lent +The keenest point, were swiftly sent +On the fierce giant, every one +Destructive, gleaming like the sun. +With four the dappled steeds he slew; +One cleft the chariot yoke in two, +One, in the heat of battle sped, +Smote from the neck the driver's head. +The poles were rent apart by three; +Two broke the splintered axle-tree. +Then from the hand of Rama, while +Across his lips there came a smile, +The twelfth, like thunderbolt impelled, +Cut the great hand and bow it held. +Then, scarce by Indra's self surpassed, +He pierced the giant with the last. +The bow he trusted cleft in twain, +His driver and his horses slain, +Down sprang the giant, mace in hand, +On foot against the foe to stand. +The Gods and saints in bright array +Close gathered in the skies, +The prince's might in battle-fray +Beheld with joyful eyes. +Uprising from their golden seats, +Their hands in honour raised, +They looked on Rama's noble feats, +And blessed him as they praised. +Canto XXIX. Khara's Defeat. +When Rama saw the giant nigh, +On foot, alone, with mace reared high, +In mild reproof at first he spoke, +Then forth his threatening anger broke: +“Thou with the host 'twas thine to lead, +With elephant and car and steed, +Hast wrought an act of sin and shame, +An act which all who live must blame. +Know that the wretch whose evil mind +Joys in the grief of human kind, +Though the three worlds confess him lord, +Must perish dreaded and abhorred. +Night-rover, when a villain's deeds +Distress the world he little heeds, +Each hand is armed his life to take, +And crush him like a deadly snake. +The end is near when men begin +Through greed or lust a life of sin, +E'en as a Brahman's dame, unwise, +Eats of the fallen hail475 and dies. +[pg 263] +Thy hand has slain the pure and good, +The hermit saints of Danḍak wood, +Of holy life, the heirs of bliss; +And thou shalt reap the fruit of this. +Not long shall they whose cruel breasts +Joy in the sin the world detests +Retain their guilty power and pride, +But fade like trees whose roots are dried. +Yes, as the seasons come and go, +Each tree its kindly fruit must show, +And sinners reap in fitting time +The harvest of each earlier crime. +As those must surely die who eat +Unwittingly of poisoned meat, +They too whose lives in sin are spent +Receive ere long the punishment. +And know, thou rover of the night, +That I, a king, am sent to smite +The wicked down, who court the hate +Of men whose laws they violate. +This day my vengeful hand shall send +Shafts bright with gold to tear and rend, +And pass with fury through thy breast +As serpents pierce an emmet's nest. +Thou with thy host this day shalt be +Among the dead below, and see +The saints beneath thy hand who bled, +Whose flesh thy cruel maw has fed. +They, glorious on their seats of gold, +Their slayer shall in hell behold. +Fight with all strength thou callest thine, +Mean scion of ignoble line, +Still, like the palm-tree's fruit, this day +My shafts thy head in dust shall lay.” +Such were the words that Rama said: +Then Khara's eyes with wrath glowed red, +Who, maddened by the rage that burned +Within him, with a smile returned: +“Thou Daśaratha's son, hast slain +The meaner giants of my train: +And canst thou idly vaunt thy might +And claim the praise not thine by right? +Not thus in self-laudation rave +The truly great, the nobly brave: +No empty boasts like thine disgrace +The foremost of the human race. +The mean of soul, unknown to fame, +Who taint their warrior race with shame, +Thus speak in senseless pride as thou, +O Raghu's son, hast boasted now. +What hero, when the war-cry rings, +Vaunts the high race from which he springs, +Or seeks, when warriors meet and die, +His own descent to glorify? +Weakness and folly show confessed +In every vaunt thou utterest, +As when the flames fed high with grass +Detect the simulating brass. +Dost thou not see me standing here +Armed with the mighty mace I rear, +Firm as an earth upholding hill +Whose summit veins of metal fill? +Lo, here I stand before thy face +To slay thee with my murderous mace, +As Death, the universal lord, +Stands threatening with his fatal cord. +Enough of this. Much more remains +That should be said: but time constrains. +Ere to his rest the sun descend, +And shades of night the combat end, +The twice seven thousand of my band +Who fell beneath thy bloody hand +Shall have their tears all wiped away +And triumph in thy fall to-day.” +He spoke, and loosing from his hold +His mighty mace ringed round with gold, +Like some red bolt alive with fire +Hurled it at Rama, mad with ire. +The ponderous mace which Khara threw +Sent fiery flashes as it flew. +Trees, shrubs were scorched beneath the blast, +As onward to its aim it passed. +But Rama, watching as it sped +Dire as His noose who rules the dead, +Cleft it with arrows as it came +On rushing with a hiss and flame. +Its fury spent and burnt away, +Harmless upon the ground it lay +Like a great snake in furious mood +By herbs of numbing power subdued. +Canto XXX. Khara's Death. +When Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Virtue's dear son, had cleft the mace, +Thus with superior smile the best +Of chiefs the furious fiend addressed: +“Thou, worst of giant blood, at length +Hast shown the utmost of thy strength, +And forced by greater might to bow, +Thy vaunting threats are idle now. +My shafts have cut thy club in twain: +Useless it lies upon the plain, +And all thy pride and haughty trust +Lie with it levelled in the dust. +The words that thou hast said to-day, +That thou wouldst wipe the tears away +Of all the giants I have slain, +My deeds shall render void and vain. +Thou meanest of the giants' breed, +Evil in thought and word and deed, +My hand shall take that life of thine +As Garuḍ476 seized the juice divine. +[pg 264] +Thou, rent by shafts, this day shalt die: +Low on the ground thy corse shall lie, +And bubbles from the cloven neck +With froth and blood thy skin shall deck. +With dust and mire all rudely dyed, +Thy torn arms lying by thy side, +While streams of blood each limb shall steep, +Thou on earth's breast shalt take thy sleep +Like a fond lover when he strains +The beauty whom at length he gains. +Now when thy heavy eyelids close +For ever in thy deep repose, +Again shall Danḍak forest be +Safe refuge for the devotee. +Thou slain, and all thy race who held +The realm of Janasthan expelled, +Again shall happy hermits rove, +Fearing no danger, through the grove. +Within those bounds, their brethren slain, +No giant shall this day remain, +But all shall fly with many a tear +And fearing, rid the saints of fear. +This bitter day shall misery bring +On all the race that calls thee king. +Fierce as their lord, thy dames shall know, +Bereft of joys, the taste of woe. +Base, cruel wretch, of evil mind, +Plaguer of Brahmans and mankind, +With trembling hands each devotee +Feeds holy fires in dread of thee.” +Thus with wild fury unrepressed +Raghu's brave son the fiend addressed; +And Khara, as his wrath grew high, +Thus thundered forth his fierce reply: +“By senseless pride to madness wrought, +By danger girt thou fearest naught, +Nor heedest, numbered with the dead, +What thou shouldst say and leave unsaid. +When Fate's tremendous coils enfold +The captive in resistless hold, +He knows not right from wrong, each sense +Numbed by that deadly influence.” +He spoke, and when his speech was done +Bent his fierce brows on Raghu's son. +With eager eyes he looked around +If lethal arms might yet be found. +Not far away and full in view +A Sal-tree towering upward grew. +His lips in mighty strain compressed, +He tore it up with root and crest, +With huge arms waved it o'er his head +And hurled it shouting, Thou art dead. +But Rama, unsurpassed in might, +Stayed with his shafts its onward flight, +And furious longing seized his soul +The giant in the dust to roll. +Great drops of sweat each limb bedewed, +His red eyes showed his wrathful mood. +A thousand arrows, swiftly sent, +The giant's bosom tore and rent. +From every gash his body showed +The blood in foamy torrents flowed, +As springing from their caverns leap +Swift rivers down the mountain steep. +When Khara felt each deadened power +Yielding beneath that murderous shower, +He charged, infuriate with the scent +Of blood, in dire bewilderment. +But Rama watched, with ready bow, +The onset of his bleeding foe, +And ere the monster reached him, drew +Backward in haste a yard or two. +Then from his side a shaft he took +Whose mortal stroke no life might brook: +Of peerless might, it bore the name +Of Brahma's staff, and glowed with flame: +Lord Indra, ruler of the skies, +Himself had given the glorious prize. +His bow the virtuous hero drew, +And at the fiend the arrow flew. +Hissing and roaring like the blast +Of tempest through the air it passed, +And fixed, by Rama's vigour sped, +In the foe's breast its pointed head. +Then fell the fiend: the quenchless flame +Burnt furious in his wounded frame. +So burnt by Rudra Andhak477 fell +In Śvetaranya's silvery dell: +So Namuchi and Vritra478 died +By steaming bolts that tamed their pride: +So Bala479 fell by lightning sent +By Him who rules the firmament. +Then all the Gods in close array +With the bright hosts who sing and play, +Filled full of rapture and amaze, +Sang hymns of joy in Rama's praise, +Beat their celestial drums and shed +Rain of sweet flowers upon his head. +For three short hours had scarcely flown, +And by his pointed shafts o'erthrown +The twice seven thousand fiends, whose will +Could change their shapes, in death were still, +With Triśiras and Dúshan slain, +And Khara, leader of the train. +“O wondrous deed,” the bards began, +“The noblest deed of virtuous man! +Heroic strength that stood alone, +And firmness e'en as Vishnu's own!” +Thus having sung, the shining train +Turned to their heavenly homes again. +[pg 265] +Then the high saints of royal race +And loftiest station sought the place, +And by the great Agastya led, +With reverence to Rama said: +“For this, Lord Indra, glorious sire, +Majestic as the burning fire, +Who crushes cities in his rage, +Sought Śarabhanga's hermitage. +Thou wast, this great design to aid, +Led by the saints to seek this shade, +And with thy mighty arm to kill +The giants who delight in ill. +Thou Daśaratha's noble son, +The battle for our sake hast won, +And saints in Danḍak's wild who live +Their days to holy tasks can give.” +Forth from the mountain cavern came +The hero Lakshman with the dame. +And rapture beaming from his face, +Resought the hermit dwelling-place. +Then when the mighty saints had paid +Due honour for the victor's aid, +The glorious Rama honoured too +By Lakshman to his cot withdrew. +When Síta looked upon her lord, +His foemen slain, the saints restored, +In pride and rapture uncontrolled +She clasped him in her loving hold. +On the dead fiends her glances fell: +She saw her lord alive and well, +Victorious after toil and pain, +And Janak's child was blest again. +Once more, once more with new delight +Her tender arms she threw +Round Rama whose victorious might +Had crushed the demon crew. +Then as his grateful reverence paid +Each saint of lofty soul, +O'er her sweet face, all fears allayed, +The flush of transport stole. +Canto XXXI. Ravan. +But of the host of giants one, +Akampan, from the field had run +And sped to Lanka480 to relate +In Ravan's ear the demons' fate: +“King, many a giant from the shade +Of Janasthan in death is laid: +Khara the chief is slain, and I +Could scarcely from the battle fly.” +Fierce anger, as the monarch heard, +Inflamed his look, his bosom stirred, +And while with scorching glance he eyed +The messenger, he thus replied: +“What fool has dared, already dead, +Strike Janasthan, the general dread? +Who is the wretch shall vainly try +In earth, heaven, hell, from me to fly? +Vaiśravan,481 Indra, Vishnu, He +Who rules the dead, must reverence me; +For not the mightiest lord of these +Can brave my will and live at ease. +Fate finds in me a mightier fate +To burn the fires that devastate. +With unresisted influence I +Can force e'en Death himself to die, +With all-surpassing might restrain +The fury of the hurricane, +And burn in my tremendous ire +The glory of the sun and fire.” +As thus the fiend's hot fury blazed, +His trembling hands Akampan raised, +And with a voice which fear made weak, +Permission craved his tale to speak. +King Ravan gave the leave he sought, +And bade him tell the news he brought. +His courage rose, his voice grew bold, +And thus his mournful tale he told: +“A prince with mighty shoulders, sprung +From Daśaratha, brave and young, +With arms well moulded, bears the name +Of Rama with a lion's frame. +Renowned, successful, dark of limb, +Earth has no warrior equals him. +He fought in Janasthan and slew +Dúshan the fierce and Khara too.” +Ravan the giants' royal chief. +Received Akampan's tale of grief. +Then, panting like an angry snake, +These words in turn the monarch spake: +“Say quick, did Rama seek the shade +Of Janasthan with Indra's aid, +And all the dwellers in the skies +To back his hardy enterprise?” +Akampan heard, and straight obeyed +His master, and his answer made. +Then thus the power and might he told +Of Raghu's son the lofty-souled: +“Best is that chief of all who know +With deftest art to draw the bow. +His are strange arms of heavenly might, +And none can match him in the fight. +His brother Lakshman brave as he, +Fair as the rounded moon to see, +With eyes like night and voice that comes +Deep as the roll of beaten drums, +By Rama's side stands ever near, +Like wind that aids the flame's career. +That glorious chief, that prince of kings, +On Janasthan this ruin brings. +No Gods were there,—dismiss the thought +No heavenly legions came and fought. +His swift-winged arrows Rama sent, +Each bright with gold and ornament. +To serpents many-faced they turned: +[pg 266] +The giant hosts they ate and burned. +Where'er these fled in wild dismay +Rama was there to strike and slay. +By him O King of high estate, +Is Janasthan left desolate.” +Akampan ceased: in angry pride +The giant monarch thus replied: +“To Janasthan myself will go +And lay these daring brothers low.” +Thus spoke the king in furious mood: +Akampan then his speech renewed: +“O listen while I tell at length +The terror of the hero's strength. +No power can check, no might can tame +Rama, a chief of noblest fame. +He with resistless shafts can stay +The torrent foaming on its way. +Sky, stars, and constellations, all +To his fierce might would yield and fall. +His power could earth itself uphold +Down sinking as it sank of old.482 +Or all its plains and cities drown, +Breaking the wild sea's barrier down; +Crush the great deep's impetuous will, +Or bid the furious wind be still. +He glorious in his high estate +The triple world could devastate, +And there, supreme of men, could place +His creatures of a new-born race. +Never can mighty Rama be +O'ercome in fight, my King, by thee. +Thy giant host the day might win +From him, if heaven were gained by sin. +If Gods were joined with demons, they +Could ne'er, I ween, that hero slay, +But guile may kill the wondrous man; +Attend while I disclose the plan. +His wife, above all women graced, +Is Síta of the dainty waist, +With limbs to fair proportion true, +And a soft skin of lustrous hue, +Round neck and arm rich gems are twined: +She is the gem of womankind. +With her no bright Gandharví vies, +No nymph or Goddess in the skies; +And none to rival her would dare +'Mid dames who part the long black hair. +That hero in the wood beguile, +And steal his lovely spouse the while. +Reft of his darling wife, be sure, +Brief days the mourner will endure.” +With flattering hope of triumph moved +The giant king that plan approved, +Pondered the counsel in his breast, +And then Akampan thus addressed: +“Forth in my car I go at morn, +None but the driver with me borne, +And this fair Síta will I bring +Back to my city triumphing.” +Forth in his car by asses drawn +The giant monarch sped at dawn, +Bright as the sun, the chariot cast +Light through the sky as on it passed. +Then high in air that best of cars +Traversed the path of lunar stars, +Sending a fitful radiance pale +As moonbeams shot through cloudy veil. +Far on his airy way he flew: +Near Taḍakeya's483 grove he drew. +Marícha welcomed him, and placed +Before him food which giants taste, +With honour led him to a seat, +And brought him water for his feet; +And then with timely words addressed +Such question to his royal guest: +“Speak, is it well with thee whose sway +The giant multitudes obey? +I know not all, and ask in fear +The cause, O King, why thou art here.” +Rava, the giants' mighty king, +Heard wise Marícha's questioning, +And told with ready answer, taught +In eloquence, the cause he sought: +“My guards, the bravest of my band, +Are slain by Rama's vigorous hand, +And Janasthan, that feared no hate +Of foes, is rendered desolate. +Come, aid me in the plan I lay +To steal the conqueror's wife away.” +Marícha heard the king's request, +And thus the giant chief addressed: +“What foe in friendly guise is he +Who spoke of Síta's name to thee? +Who is the wretch whose thought would bring +Destruction on the giants' king? +Whose is the evil counsel, say, +That bids thee bear his wife away, +And careless of thy life provoke +Earth's loftiest with threatening stroke? +A foe is he who dared suggest +This hopeless folly to thy breast, +Whose ill advice would bid thee draw +The venomed fang from serpent's jaw. +By whose unwise suggestion led +Wilt thou the path of ruin tread? +Whence falls the blow that would destroy +Thy gentle sleep of ease and joy? +Like some wild elephant is he +That rears his trunk on high, +Lord of an ancient pedigree, +Huge tusks, and furious eye. +Ravan, no rover of the night +With bravest heart can brook, +Met in the front of deadly fight, +On Raghu's son to look. +[pg 267] +The giant hosts were brave and strong, +Good at the bow and spear: +But Rama slew the routed throng, +A lion 'mid the deer. +No lion's tooth can match his sword, +Or arrows fiercely shot: +He sleeps, he sleeps—the lion lord; +Be wise and rouse him not. +O Monarch of the giants, well +Upon my counsel think, +Lest thou for ever in the hell +Of Rama's vengeance sink: +A hell, where deadly shafts are sent +From his tremendous-bow, +While his great arms all flight prevent, +Like deepest mire below: +Where the wild floods of battle rave +Above the foeman's head, +And each with many a feathery wave +Of shafts is garlanded. +O, quench the flames that in thy breast +With raging fury burn; +And pacified and self-possessed +To Lanka's town return. +Rest thou in her imperial bowers +With thine own wives content, +And in the wood let Rama's hours +With Síta still be spent.” +The lord of Lanka's isle obeyed +The counsel, and his purpose stayed. +Borne on his car he parted thence +And gained his royal residence. +Canto XXXII. Ravan Roused. +But Śúrpanakha saw the plain +Spread with the fourteen thousand slain, +Doers of cruel deeds o'erthrown +By Rama's mighty arm alone, +Add Triśiras and Dúshan dead, +And Khara, with the hosts they led. +Their death she saw, and mad with pain, +Roared like a cloud that brings the rain, +And fled in anger and dismay +To Lanka, seat of Ravan's sway. +There on a throne of royal state +Exalted sat the potentate, +Begirt with counsellor and peer, +Like Indra with the Storm Gods near. +Bright as the sun's full splendour shone +The glorious throne he sat upon, +As when the blazing fire is red +Upon a golden altar fed. +Wide gaped his mouth at every breath, +Tremendous as the jaws of Death. +With him high saints of lofty thought, +Gandharvas, Gods, had vainly fought. +The wounds were on his body yet +From wars where Gods and demons met. +And scars still marked his ample chest +By fierce Airavat's484 tusk impressed. +A score of arms, ten necks, had he, +His royal gear was brave to see. +His massive form displayed each sign +That marks the heir of kingly line. +In stature like a mountain height, +His arms were strong, his teeth were white, +And all his frame of massive mould +Seemed lazulite adorned with gold. +A hundred seams impressed each limp +Where Vishnu's arm had wounded him, +And chest and shoulder bore the print +Of sword and spear and arrow dint, +Where every God had struck a blow +In battle with the giant foe. +His might to wildest rage could wake +The sea whose faith naught else can shake, +Hurl towering mountains to the earth, +And crush e'en foes of heavenly birth. +The bonds of law and right he spurned: +To others' wives his fancy turned. +Celestial arms he used in fight, +And loved to mar each holy rite. +He went to Bhogavatí's town,485 +Where Vasuki was beaten down, +And stole, victorious in the strife, +Lord Takshaka's beloved wife. +Kailasa's lofty crest he sought, +And when in vain Kuvera fought, +Stole Pushpak thence, the car that through +The air, as willed the master, flew. +Impelled by furious anger, he +Spoiled Nandan's486 shade and Naliní, +And Chaitraratha's heavenly grove, +The haunts where Gods delight to rove. +Tall as a hill that cleaves the sky, +He raised his mighty arms on high +To check the blessed moon, and stay +The rising of the Lord of Day. +Ten thousand years the giant spent +On dire austerities intent, +And of his heads an offering, laid +Before the Self-existent, made. +No God or fiend his life could take, +Gandharva, goblin, bird, or snake: +Safe from all fears of death, except +From human arm, that life was kept. +Oft when the priests began to raise +Their consecrating hymns of praise, +He spoiled the Soma's sacred juice +Poured forth by them in solemn use. +[pg 268] +The sacrifice his hands o'erthrew, +And cruelly the Brahmans slew. +His was a heart that naught could melt, +Joying in woes which others felt. +She saw the ruthless monster there, +Dread of the worlds, unused to spare. +In robes of heavenly texture dressed, +Celestial wreaths adorned his breast. +He sat a shape of terror, like +Destruction ere the worlds it strike. +She saw him in his pride of place, +The joy of old Pulastya's487 race, +Begirt by counsellor and peer, +Ravan, the foeman's mortal fear, +And terror in her features shown, +The giantess approached the throne. +Then Śúrpanakha bearing yet +Each deeply printed trace +Where the great-hearted chief had set +A mark upon her face, +Impelled by terror and desire, +Still fierce, no longer bold, +To Ravan of the eyes of fire +Her tale, infuriate, told. +Canto XXXIII. Súrpanakha's Speech. +Burning with anger, in the ring +Of counsellors who girt their king, +To Ravan, ravener of man, +With bitter words she thus began: +“Wilt thou absorbed in pleasure, still +Pursue unchecked thy selfish will: +Nor turn thy heedless eyes to see +The coming fate which threatens thee? +The king who days and hours employs +In base pursuit of vulgar joys +Must in his people's sight be vile +As fire that smokes on funeral pile. +He who when duty calls him spares +No time for thought of royal cares, +Must with his realm and people all +Involved in fatal ruin fall. +As elephants in terror shrink +From the false river's miry brink, +Thus subjects from a monarch flee +Whose face their eyes may seldom see, +Who spends the hours for toil ordained +In evil courses unrestrained. +He who neglects to guard and hold +His kingdom by himself controlled, +Sinks nameless like a hill whose head +Is buried in the ocean's bed. +Thy foes are calm and strong and wise, +Fiends, Gods, and warriors of the skies,— +How, heedless, wicked, weak, and vain, +Wilt thou thy kingly state maintain? +Thou, lord of giants, void of sense, +Slave of each changing influence, +Heedless of all that makes a king, +Destruction on thy head wilt bring. +O conquering chief, the prince, who boasts, +Of treasury and rule and hosts, +By others led, though lord of all, +Is meaner than the lowest thrall. +For this are monarchs said to be +Long-sighted, having power to see +Things far away by faithful eyes +Of messengers and loyal spies. +But aid from such thou wilt not seek: +Thy counsellors are blind and weak, +Or thou from these hadst surely known +Thy legions and thy realm o'erthrown. +Know, twice seven thousand, fierce in might, +Are slain by Rama in the fight, +And they, the giant host who led, +Khara and Dúshan, both are dead. +Know, Rama with his conquering arm +Has freed the saints from dread of harm, +Has smitten Janasthan and made +Asylum safe in Danḍak's shade. +Enslaved and dull, of blinded sight, +Intoxicate with vain delight, +Thou closest still thy heedless eyes +To dangers in thy realm that rise. +A king besotted, mean, unkind, +Of niggard hand and slavish mind. +Will find no faithful followers heed +Their master in his hour of need. +The friend on whom he most relies, +In danger, from a monarch flies, +Imperious in his high estate, +Conceited, proud, and passionate; +Who ne'er to state affairs attends +With wholesome fear when woe impends +Most weak and worthless as the grass, +Soon from his sway the realm will pass. +For rotting wood a use is found, +For clods and dust that strew the ground, +But when a king has lost his sway, +Useless he falls, and sinks for aye. +As raiment by another worn, +As faded garland crushed and torn, +So is, unthroned, the proudest king, +Though mighty once, a useless thing. +But he who every sense subdues +And each event observant views, +Rewards the good and keeps from wrong, +Shall reign secure and flourish long. +Though lulled in sleep his senses lie +He watches with a ruler's eye, +Untouched by favour, ire, and hate, +And him the people celebrate. +O weak of mind, without a trace +[pg 269] +Of virtues that a king should grace, +Who hast not learnt from watchful spy +That low in death the giants lie. +Scorner of others, but enchained +By every base desire, +By thee each duty is disdained +Which time and place require. +Soon wilt thou, if thou canst not learn, +Ere yet it be too late, +The good from evil to discern, +Fall from thy high estate.” +As thus she ceased not to upbraid +The king with cutting speech, +And every fault to view displayed, +Naming and marking each, +The monarch of the sons of night, +Of wealth and power possessed, +And proud of his imperial might, +Long pondered in his breast. +Canto XXXIV. Súrpanakha's Speech. +Then forth the giant's fury broke +As Śúrpanakha harshly spoke. +Girt by his lords the demon king +Looked on her, fiercely questioning: +“Who is this Rama, whence, and where? +His form, his might, his deeds declare. +His wandering steps what purpose led +To Danḍak forest, hard to tread? +What arms are his that he could smite +In fray the rovers of the night, +And Triśiras and Dúshan lay +Low on the earth, and Khara slay? +Tell all, my sister, and declare +Who maimed thee thus, of form most fair.” +Thus by the giant king addressed, +While burnt her fury unrepressed, +The giantess declared at length +The hero's form and deeds and strength: +“Long are his arms and large his eyes: +A black deer's skin his dress supplies. +King Daśaratha's son is he, +Fair as Kandarpa's self to see. +Adorned with many a golden band, +A bow, like Indra's, arms his hand, +And shoots a flood of arrows fierce +As venomed snakes to burn and pierce. +I looked, I looked, but never saw +His mighty hand the bowstring draw +That sent the deadly arrows out, +While rang through air his battle-shout. +I looked, I looked, and saw too well +How with that hail the giants fell, +As falls to earth the golden grain, +Struck by the blows of Indra's rain. +He fought, and twice seven thousand, all +Terrific giants, strong and tall, +Fell by the pointed shafts o'erthrown +Which Rama shot on foot, alone. +Three little hours had scarcely fled,— +Khara and Dúshan both were dead, +And he had freed the saints and made +Asylum sure in Danḍak's shade. +Me of his grace the victor spared, +Or I the giants' fate had shared. +The high-souled Rama would not deign +His hand with woman's blood to stain. +The glorious Lakshman, justly dear, +In gifts and warrior might his peer, +Serves his great brother with the whole +Devotion of his faithful soul: +Impetuous victor, bold and wise, +First in each hardy enterprise, +Still ready by his side to stand, +A second self or better hand. +And Rama has a large-eyed spouse, +Pure as the moon her cheek and brows, +Dearer than life in Rama's sight, +Whose happiness is her delight. +With beauteous hair and nose the dame +From head to foot has naught to blame. +She shines the wood's bright Goddess, Queen +Of beauty with her noble mien. +First in the ranks of women placed +Is Síta of the dainty waist. +In all the earth mine eyes have ne'er +Seen female form so sweetly fair. +Goddess nor nymph can vie with her, +Nor bride of heavenly chorister. +He who might call this dame his own, +Her eager arms about him thrown, +Would live more blest in Síta's love +Than Indra in the world above. +She, peerless in her form and face +And rich in every gentle grace, +Is worthy bride, O King, for thee, +As thou art meet her lord to be. +I even I, will bring the bride +In triumph to her lover's side— +This beauty fairer than the rest, +With rounded limb and heaving breast. +Each wound upon my face I owe +To cruel Lakshman's savage blow. +But thou, O brother, shalt survey +Her moonlike loveliness to-day, +And Kama's piercing shafts shall smite +Thine amorous bosom at the sight. +If in thy breast the longing rise +To make thine own the beauteous prize, +Up, let thy better foot begin +The journey and the treasure win. +If, giant Lord, thy favouring eyes +Regard the plan which I advise, +Up, cast all fear and doubt away +And execute the words I say +Come, giant King, this treasure seek, +For thou art strong and they are weak. +[pg 270] +Let Síta of the faultless frame +Be borne away and be thy dame. +Thy host in Janasthan who dwelt +Forth to the battle hied. +And by the shafts which Rama dealt +They perished in their pride. +Dúshan and Khara breathe no more, +Laid low upon the plain. +Arise, and ere the day be o'er +Take vengeance for the slain.” +Canto XXXV. Ravan's Journey. +When Ravan, by her fury spurred, +That terrible advice had heard, +He bade his nobles quit his side, +And to the work his thought applied. +He turned his anxious mind to scan +On every side the hardy plan: +The gain against the risk he laid, +Each hope and fear with care surveyed, +And in his heart at length decreed +To try performance of the deed. +Then steady in his dire intent +The giant to the courtyard went. +There to his charioteer he cried, +“Bring forth the car whereon I ride.” +Aye ready at his master's word +The charioteer the order heard, +And yoked with active zeal the best +Of chariots at his lord's behest. +Asses with heads of goblins drew +That wondrous car where'er it flew. +Obedient to the will it rolled +Adorned with gems and glistering gold. +Then mounting, with a roar as loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud, +The mighty monarch to the tide +Of Ocean, lord of rivers, hied. +White was the shade above him spread, +White chouris waved around his head, +And he with gold and jewels bright +Shone like the glossy lazulite. +Ten necks and twenty arms had he: +His royal gear was good to see. +The heavenly Gods' insatiate foe, +Who made the blood of hermits flow, +He like the Lord of Hills appeared +With ten huge heads to heaven upreared. +In the great car whereon he rode, +Like some dark cloud the giant showed, +When round it in their close array +The cranes 'mid wreaths of lightning play. +He looked, and saw, from realms of air, +The rocky shore of ocean, where +Unnumbered trees delightful grew +With flower and fruit of every hue. +He looked on many a lilied pool +With silvery waters fresh and cool, +And shores like spacious altars meet +For holy hermits' lone retreat. +The graceful palm adorned the scene, +The plantain waved her glossy green. +There grew the sal and betel, there +On bending boughs the flowers were fair. +There hermits dwelt who tamed each sense +By strictest rule of abstinence: +Gandharvas, Kinnars,488 thronged the place, +Nagas and birds of heavenly race. +Bright minstrels of the ethereal quire, +And saints exempt from low desire, +With ajas, sons of Brahma's line, +Maríchipas of seed divine, +Vaikhanasas and Mashas strayed, +And Balakhilyas489 in the shade. +The lovely nymphs of heaven were there, +Celestial wreaths confined their hair, +And to each form new grace was lent +By wealth of heavenly ornament. +Well skilled was each in play and dance +And gentle arts of dalliance. +The glorious wife of many a God +Those beautiful recesses trod, +There Gods and Danavs, all who eat +The food of heaven, rejoiced to meet. +The swan and Saras thronged each bay +With curlews, ducks, and divers gay, +Where the sea spray rose soft and white +O'er rocks of glossy lazulite. +As his swift way the fiend pursued +Pale chariots of the Gods he viewed, +Bearing each lord whose rites austere +Had raised him to the heavenly sphere. +Thereon celestial garlands hung, +There music played and songs were sung. +Then bright Gandharvas met his view, +And heavenly nymphs, as on he flew. +He saw the sandal woods below, +And precious trees of odorous flow, +That to the air around them lent +Their riches of delightful scent; +Nor failed his roving eye to mark +Tall aloe trees in grove and park. +He looked on wood with cassias filled, +And plants which balmy sweets distilled, +Where her fair flowers the betel showed +And the bright pods of pepper glowed. +The pearls in many a silvery heap +Lay on the margin of the deep. +And grey rocks rose amid the red +Of coral washed from ocean's bed. +[pg 271] +High soared the mountain peaks that bore +Treasures of gold and silver ore, +And leaping down the rocky walls +Came wild and glorious waterfalls. +Fair towns which grain and treasure held, +And dames who every gem excelled, +He saw outspread beneath him far, +With steed, and elephant, and car. +That ocean shore he viewed that showed +Fair as the blessed Gods' abode +Where cool delightful breezes played +O'er levels in the freshest shade. +He saw a fig-tree like a cloud +With mighty branches earthward bowed. +It stretched a hundred leagues and made +For hermit bands a welcome shade. +Thither the feathered king of yore +An elephant and tortoise bore, +And lighted on a bough to eat +The captives of his taloned feet. +The bough unable to sustain +The crushing weight and sudden strain, +Loaded with sprays and leaves of spring +Gave way beneath the feathered king. +Under the shadow of the tree +Dwelt many a saint and devotee, +ajas, the sons of Brahma's line, +Mashas, Maríchipas divine. +Vaikhanasas, and all the race +Of Balakhilyas, loved the place. +But pitying their sad estate +The feathered monarch raised the weight +Of the huge bough, and bore away +The loosened load and captured prey. +A hundred leagues away he sped, +Then on his monstrous booty fed, +And with the bough he smote the lands +Where dwell the wild Nishada bands. +High joy was his because his deed +From jeopardy the hermits freed. +That pride for great deliverance wrought +A double share of valour brought. +His soul conceived the high emprise +To snatch the Amrit from the skies. +He rent the nets of iron first, +Then through the jewel chamber burst, +And bore the drink of heaven away +That watched in Indra's palace lay. +Such was the hermit-sheltering tree +Which Ravan turned his eye to see. +Still marked where Garuḍ sought to rest, +The fig-tree bore the name of Blest. +When Ravan stayed his chariot o'er +The ocean's heart-enchanting shore, +He saw a hermitage that stood +Sequestered in the holy wood. +He saw the fiend Marícha there +With deerskin garb, and matted hair +Coiled up in hermit guise, who spent +His days by rule most abstinent. +As guest and host are wont to meet, +They met within that lone retreat. +Before the king Marícha placed +Food never known to human taste. +He entertained his guest with meat +And gave him water for his feet, +And then addressed the giant king +With timely words of questioning: +“Lord, is it well with thee, and well +With those in Lanka's town who dwell? +What sudden thought, what urgent need +Has brought thee with impetuous speed?” +The fiend Marícha thus addressed +Ravan the king, his mighty guest, +And he, well skilled in arts that guide +The eloquent, in turn replied: +Canto XXXVI. Ravan's Speech. +“Hear me, Marícha, while I speak, +And tell thee why thy home I seek. +Sick and distressed am I, and see +My surest hope and help in thee. +Of Janasthan I need not tell, +Where Śúrpanakha, Khara, dwell, +And Dúshan with the arm of might, +And Triśiras, the fierce in fight, +Who feeds on human flesh and gore, +And many noble giants more, +Who roam in dark of midnight through +The forest, brave and strong and true. +By my command they live at ease +And slaughter saints and devotees. +Those twice seven thousand giants, all +Obedient to their captain's call, +Joying in war and ruthless deeds +Follow where mighty Khara leads. +Those fearless warrior bands who roam +Through Janasthan their forest home, +In all their terrible array +Met Rama in the battle fray. +Girt with all weapons forth they sped +With Khara at the army's head. +The front of battle Rama held: +With furious wrath his bosom swelled. +Without a word his hate to show +He launched the arrows from his bow. +On the fierce hosts the missiles came, +Each burning with destructive flame, +The twice seven thousand fell o'erthrown +By him, a man, on foot, alone. +Khara the army's chief and pride, +And Dúshan, fearless warrior, died, +And Triśiras the fierce was slain, +And Danḍak wood was free again. +He, banished by his angry sire, +Roams with his wife in mean attire. +This wretch, his Warrior tribe's disgrace +Has slain the best of giant race. +[pg 272] +Harsh, wicked, fierce and greedy-souled, +A fool, with senses uncontrolled, +No thought of duty stirs his breast: +He joys to see the world distressed. +He sought the wood with fair pretence +Of truthful life and innocence, +But his false hand my sister left +Mangled, of nose and ears bereft. +This Rama's wife who bears the name +Of Síta, in her face and frame +Fair as a daughter of the skies,— +Her will I seize and bring the prize +Triumphant from the forest shade: +For this I seek thy willing aid. +If thou, O mighty one, wilt lend +Thy help and stand beside thy friend, +I with my brothers may defy +All Gods embattled in the sky. +Come, aid me now, for thine the power +To succour in the doubtful hour. +Thou art in war and time of fear, +For heart and hand, without a peer. +For thou art skilled in art and wile, +A warrior brave and trained in guile. +With this one hope, this only aim, +O Rover of the Night, I came. +Now let me tell what aid I ask +To back me in my purposed task. +In semblance of a golden deer +Adorned with silver spots appear. +Go, seek his dwelling: in the way +Of Rama and his consort stray. +Doubt not the lady, when she sees +The wondrous deer amid the trees, +Will bid her lord and Lakshman take +The creature for its beauty's sake. +Then when the chiefs have parted thence, +And left her lone, without defence, +As Rahu storms the moonlight, I +Will seize the lovely dame and fly. +Her lord will waste away and weep +For her his valour could not keep. +Then boldly will I strike the blow +And wreak my vengeance on the foe.” +When wise Marícha heard the tale +His heart grew faint, his cheek was pale, +He stared with open orbs, and tried +To moisten lips which terror dried, +And grief, like death, his bosom rent +As on the king his look he bent. +The monarch's will he strove to stay, +Distracted with alarm, +For well he knew the might that lay +In Rama's matchless arm. +With suppliant hands Marícha stood +And thus began to tell +His counsel for the tyrant's good, +And for his own as well: +Canto XXXVII. Marícha's Speech. +Marícha gave attentive ear +The ruler of the fiends to hear: +Then, trained in all the rules that teach +The eloquent, began his speech: +“'Tis easy task, O King, to find +Smooth speakers who delight the mind. +But they who urge and they who do +Distasteful things and wise, are few. +Thou hast not learnt, by proof untaught, +And borne away by eager thought, +That Rama, formed for high emprise, +With Varun or with Indra vies. +Still let thy people live in peace, +Nor let their name and lineage cease, +For Rama with his vengeful hand +Can sweep the giants from the land. +O, let not Janak's daughter bring +Destruction on the giant king. +Let not the lady Síta wake +A tempest, on thy head to break. +Still let the dame, by care untried, +Be happy by her husband's side, +Lest swift avenging ruin fall +On glorious Lanka, thee, and all. +Men such as thou with wills unchained, +Advised by sin and unrestrained, +Destroy themselves, the king, the state, +And leave the people desolate. +Rama, in bonds of duty held, +Was never by his sire expelled. +He is no wretch of greedy mind, +Dishonour of his Warrior kind. +Free from all touch of rancorous spite, +All creatures' good is his delight. +He saw his sire of truthful heart +Deceived by Queen Kaikeyí's art, +And said, a true and duteous son, +“What thou hast promised shall be done.” +To gratify the lady's will, +His father's promise to fulfil, +He left his realm and all delight +For Danḍak wood, an anchorite. +No cruel wretch, no senseless fool +Is Rama, unrestrained by rule. +This groundless charge has ne'er been heard, +Nor shouldst thou speak the slanderous word. +Rama in truth and goodness bold +Is Virtue's self in human mould, +The sovereign of the world confessed +As Indra rules among the Blest. +And dost thou plot from him to rend +The darling whom his arms defend? +Less vain the hope to steal away +The glory of the Lord of Day. +[pg 273] +O Ravan, guard thee from the fire +Of vengeful Rama's kindled ire,— +Each spark a shaft with deadly aim, +While bow and falchion feed the flame. +Cast not away in hopeless strife +Thy realm, thy bliss, thine own dear life. +O Ravan of his might beware, +A God of Death who will not spare. +That bow he knows so well to draw +Is the destroyer's flaming jaw, +And with his shafts which flash and glow +He slays the armies of the foe. +Thou ne'er canst win—the thought forego— +From the safe guard of shaft and bow +King Janak's child, the dear delight +Of Rama unapproached in might. +The spouse of Raghu's son, confessed +Lion of men with lion chest,— +Dearer than life, through good and ill +Devoted to her husband's will, +The slender-waisted, still must be +From thy polluting touches free. +Far better grasp with venturous hand +The flame to wildest fury fanned. +What, King of giants, canst thou gain +From this attempt so wild and vain? +If in the fight his eye he bend +Upon thee, Lord, thy days must end, +So life and bliss and royal sway, +Lost beyond hope, will pass away. +Summon each lord of high estate, +And chief, Vibhishan490 to debate. +With peers in lore of counsel tried +Consider, reason, and decide +Scan strength and weakness, count the cost, +What may be gained and what be lost. +Examine and compare aright +Thy proper power and Rama's might, +Then if thy weal be still thy care, +Thou wilt be prudent and forbear. +O giant King, the contest shun, +Thy force is all too weak +The lord of Kosal's mighty son +In deadly fray to seek. +King of the hosts that rove at night, +O hear what I advise: +My prudent counsel do not slight; +Be patient and be wise.” +Canto XXXVIII. Marícha's Speech. +“Once in my strength and vigour's pride +I roamed this earth from side to side, +And towering like a mountain's crest, +A thousand Nagas'491 might possessed. +Like some vast sable cloud I showed: +My golden armlets flashed and glowed. +A crown I wore, an axe I swayed, +And all I met were sore afraid. +I roved where Danḍak wood is spread; +On flesh of slaughtered saints I fed. +Then Viśvamitra, sage revered, +Holy of heart, my fury feared. +To Daśaratha's court he sped +And went before the king and said:492 +“With me, my lord, thy Rama send +On holy days his aid to lend. +Marícha fills my soul with dread +And keeps me sore disquieted.” +The monarch heard the saint's request +And thus the glorious sage addressed: +“My boy as yet in arms untrained +The age of twelve has scarce attained. +But I myself a host will lead +To guard thee in the hour of need. +My host with fourfold troops complete, +The rover of the night shall meet, +And I, O best of saints, will kill +Thy foeman and thy prayer fulfil.” +The king vouchsafed his willing aid: +The saint again this answer made: +“By Rama's might, and his alone, +Can this great fiend be overthrown. +I know in days of yore the Blest +Thy saving help in fight confessed. +Still of thy famous deeds they tell +In heaven above, in earth, and hell, +A mighty host obeys thy hest: +Here let it still, I pray thee, rest. +Thy glorious son, though yet a boy, +Will in the fight that fiend destroy. +Rama alone with me shall go: +Be happy, victor of the foe.” +He spoke: the monarch gave assent, +And Rama to the hermit lent. +So to his woodland home in joy +Went Viśvamitra with the boy. +With ready bow the champion stood +To guard the rites in Danḍak wood. +With glorious eyes, most bright to view, +Beardless as yet and dark of hue; +A single robe his only wear, +His temples veiled with waving hair, +[pg 274] +Around his neck a chain of gold, +He grasped the bow he loved to hold; +And the young hero's presence made +A glory in the forest shade. +Thus Rama with his beauteous mien, +Like the young rising moon was seen, +I, like a cloud which tempest brings, +My arms adorned with golden rings, +Proud of the boon which lent me might, +Approached where dwelt the anchorite. +But Rama saw me venturing nigh, +Raising my murderous axe on high; +He saw, and fearless of the foe, +Strung with calm hand his trusty bow. +By pride of conscious strength beguiled, +I scorned him as a feeble child, +And rushed with an impetuous bound +On Viśvamitra's holy ground. +A keen swift shaft he pointed well, +The foeman's rage to check and quell, +And hurled a hundred leagues away +Deep in the ocean waves I lay. +He would not kill, but, nobly brave, +My forfeit life he chose to save. +So there I lay with wandering sense +Dazed by that arrow's violence. +Long in the sea I lay: at length +Slowly returned my sense and strength, +And rising from my watery bed +To Lanka's town again I sped. +Thus was I spared, but all my band +Fell slain by Rama's conquering hand,— +A boy, untrained in warrior's skill, +Of iron arm and dauntless will. +If thou with Rama still, in spite +Of warning and of prayer, wilt fight, +I see terrific woes impend, +And dire defeat thy days will end. +Thy giants all will feel the blow +And share the fatal overthrow, +Who love the taste of joy and play, +The banquet and the festal day. +Thine eyes will see destruction take +Thy Lanka, lost for Síta's sake, +And stately pile and palace fall +With terrace, dome, and jewelled wall. +The good will die: the crime of kings +Destruction on the people brings: +The sinless die, as in the lake +The fish must perish with the snake. +The prostrate giants thou wilt see +Slain for this folly wrought by thee, +Their bodies bright with precious scent +And sheen of heavenly ornament; +Or see the remnant of thy train +Seek refuge far, when help is vain +And with their wives, or widowed, fly +To every quarter of the sky; +Thy mournful eyes, where'er they turn, +Will see thy stately city burn, +When royal homes with fire are red, +And arrowy nets around are spread. +A sin that tops all sins in shame +Is outrage to another's dame, +A thousand wives thy palace fill, +And countless beauties wait thy will. +O rest contented with thine own, +Nor let thy race be overthrown. +If thou, O King, hast still delight +In rank and wealth and power and might, +In noble wives, in troops of friends, +In all that royal state attends, +I warn thee, cast not all away, +Nor challenge Rama to the fray. +If deaf to every friendly prayer, +Thou still wilt seek the strife, +And from the side of Rama tear +His lovely Maithil wife, +Soon will thy life and empire end +Destroyed by Rama's bow, +And thou, with kith and kin and friend, +To Yama's realm must go.” +Canto XXXIX. Marícha's Speech. +“I told thee of that dreadful day +When Rama smote and spared to slay. +Now hear me, Ravan, while I tell +What in the after time befell. +At length, restored to strength and pride, +I and two mighty fiends beside +Assumed the forms of deer and strayed +Through Danḍak wood in lawn and glade, +I reared terrific horns: beneath +Were flaming tongue and pointed teeth. +I roamed where'er my fancy led, +And on the flesh of hermits fed, +In sacred haunt, by hallowed tree, +Where'er the ritual fires might be. +A fearful shape, I wandered through +The wood, and many a hermit slew. +With ruthless rage the saints I killed +Who in the grove their tasks fulfilled. +When smitten to the earth they sank, +Their flesh I ate, their blood I drank, +And with my cruel deeds dismayed +All dwellers in the forest shade, +Spoiling their rites in bitter hate, +With human blood inebriate. +Once in the wood I chanced to see +Rama again, a devotee, +A hermit, fed on scanty fare, +Who made the good of all his care. +His noble wife was by his side, +And Lakshman in the battle tried. +In senseless pride I scorned the might +Of that illustrious anchorite, +And heedless of a hermit foe, +Recalled my earlier overthrow. +[pg 275] +I charged him in my rage and scorn +To slay him with my pointed horn, +In heedless haste, to fury wrought +As on my former wounds I thought. +Then from the mighty bow he drew +Three foe-destroying arrows flew, +Keen-pointed, leaping from the string, +Swift as the wind or feathered king. +Dire shafts, on flesh of foemen fed, +Like rushing thunderbolts they sped, +With knots well smoothed and barbs well bent, +Shot e'en as one, the arrows went. +But I who Rama's might had felt, +And knew the blows the hero dealt, +Escaped by rapid flight. The two +Who lingered on the spot, he slew. +I fled from mortal danger, freed +From the dire shaft by timely speed. +Now to deep thought my days I give, +And as a humble hermit live. +In every shrub, in every tree +I view that noblest devotee. +In every knotted trunk I mark +His deerskin and his coat of bark, +And see the bow-armed Rama stand +Like Yama with his noose in hand. +I tell thee Ravan, in my fright +A thousand Ramas mock my sight, +This wood with every bush and bough +Seems all one fearful Rama now. +Throughout the grove there is no spot +So lonely where I see him not. +He haunts me in my dreams by night, +And wakes me with the wild affright. +The letter that begins his name +Sends terror through my startled frame. +The rapid cars whereon we ride, +The rich rare jewels, once my pride, +Have names493 that strike upon mine ear +With hated sound that counsels fear. +His mighty strength too well I know, +Nor art thou match for such a foe. +Too strong were Raghus's son in fight +For Namuchi or Bali's might. +Then Rama to the battle dare, +Or else be patient and forbear; +But, wouldst thou see me live in peace, +Let mention of the hero cease. +The good whose holy lives were spent +In deepest thought, most innocent, +With all their people many a time +Have perished through another's crime. +So in the common ruin, I +Must for another's folly die, +Do all thy strength and courage can, +But ne'er will I approve the plan. +For he, in might supremely great, +The giant world could extirpate, +Since, when impetuous Khara sought +The grove of Janasthan and fought +For Śúrpanakha's sake, he died +By Rama's hand in battle tried. +How has he wronged thee? Soothly swear, +And Rama's fault and sin declare. +I warn thee, and my words are wise, +I seek thy people's weal: +But if this rede thou wilt despise, +Nor hear my last appeal, +Thou with thy kin and all thy friends +In fight this day wilt die, +When his great bow the hero bends, +And shafts unerring fly.” +Canto XL. Ravan's Speech. +But Ravan scorned the rede he gave +In timely words to warn and save, +E'en as the wretch who hates to live +Rejects the herb the leeches give. +By fate to sin and ruin spurred, +That sage advice the giant heard, +Then in reproaches hard and stern +Thus to Marícha spoke in turn: +“Is this thy counsel, weak and base, +Unworthy of thy giant race? +Thy speech is fruitless, vain, thy toil +Like casting seed on barren soil. +No words of thine shall drive me back +From Rama and the swift attack. +A fool is he, inured to sin, +And more, of human origin. +The craven, at a woman's call +To leave his sire, his mother, all +The friends he loved, the power and sway, +And hasten to the woods away! +But now his anger will I rouse, +Stealing away his darling spouse. +I in thy sight will ravish her +From Khara's cruel murderer. +Upon this plan my soul is bent, +And naught shall move my firm intent, +Not if the way through demons led +And Gods with Indra at their head. +'Tis thine, when questioned, to explain +The hope and fear, the loss and gain, +And, when thy king thy thoughts would know, +The triumph or the danger show. +A prudent counsellor should wait, +And speak when ordered in debate, +With hands uplifted, calm and meek, +If honour and reward he seek. +Or, when some prudent course he sees +Which, spoken, may his king displease +[pg 276] +He should by hints of dexterous art +His counsel to his lord impart. +But prudent words are said in vain +When the blunt speech brings grief and pain. +A high-souled king will scarcely thank +The man who shames his royal rank. +Five are the shapes that kings assume, +Of majesty, of grace, and gloom: +Like Indra now, or Agni, now +Like the dear Moon, with placid brow: +Like mighty Varun now they show, +Now fierce as He who rules below. +O giant, monarchs lofty-souled +Are kind and gentle, stern and bold, +With gracious love their gifts dispense +And swiftly punish each offence. +Thus subjects should their rulers view +With all respect and honour due. +But folly leads thy heart to slight +Thy monarch and neglect his right. +Thou hast in lawless pride addressed +With bitter words thy royal guest. +I asked thee not my strength to scan, +Or loss and profit in the plan. +I only spoke to tell the deed +O mighty one, by me decreed, +And bid thee in the peril lend +Thy succour to support thy friend. +Hear me again, and I will tell +How thou canst aid my venture well. +In semblance of a golden deer +Adorned with silver drops, appear: +And near the cottage in the way +Of Rama and his consort stray. +Draw nigh, and wandering through the brake +With thy strange form her fancy take. +The Maithil dame with wondering eyes +Will took upon thy fair disguise, +And quickly bid her husband go +And bring the deer that charms her so, +When Raghu's son has left the place, +Still pressing onward in the chase, +Cry out, “O Lakshman! Ah, mine own!” +With voice resembling Rama's tone. +When Lakshman hears his brother's cry, +Impelled by Síta he will fly, +Restless with eager love, to aid +The hunter in the distant shade. +When both her guards have left her side, +Even as Indra, thousand-eyed, +Clasps Śachí, will I bear away +The Maithil dame an easy prey. +When thou, my friend, this aid hast lent, +Go where thou wilt and live content. +True servant, faithful to thy vow, +With half my realm I thee endow. +Go forth, may luck thy way attend +That leads thee to the happy end. +I in my car will quickly be +In Danḍak wood, and follow thee. +So will I cheat this Rama's eyes +And win without a blow the prize; +And safe return to Lanka's town +With thee, my friend, this day shall crown. +But if thou wilt not aid my will, +My hand this day thy blood shall spill. +Yea, thou must share the destined task, +For force will take the help I ask. +No bliss that rebel's life attends +Whose stubborn will his lord offends. +Thy life, if thou the task assay, +In jeopardy may stand; +Oppose me, and this very day +Thou diest by this hand. +Now ponder all that thou hast heard +Within thy prudent breast: +Reflect with care on every word, +And do what seems the best.” +Canto XLI. Marícha's Reply. +Against his judgment sorely pressed +By his imperious lord's behest, +Marícha threats of death defied +And thus with bitter words replied: +“Ah, who, my King, with sinful thought +This wild and wicked counsel taught, +By which destruction soon will fall +On thee, thy sons, thy realm and all? +Who is the guilty wretch who sees +With envious eye thy blissful ease, +And by this plan, so falsely shown, +Death's gate for thee has open thrown? +With souls impelled by mean desire +Thy foes against thy life conspire. +They urge thee to destruction's brink, +And gladly would they see thee sink. +Who with base thought to work thee woe +This fatal road has dared to show, +And, triumph in his wicked eye, +Would see thee enter in and die? +To all thy counsellors, untrue, +The punishment of death is due, +Who see thee tempt the dangerous way, +Nor strain each nerve thy foot to stay. +Wise lords, whose king, by passion led, +The path of sin begins to tread, +Restrain him while there yet is time: +But thine,—they see nor heed the crime. +These by their master's will obtain +Merit and fame and joy and gain. +'Tis only by their master's grace +That servants hold their lofty place. +But when the monarch stoops to sin +They lose each joy they strive to win, +And all the people people high and low +Fall in the common overthrow. +[pg 277] +Merit and fame and honour spring, +Best of the mighty, from the king. +So all should strive with heart and will +To keep the king from every ill. +Pride, violence, and sullen hate +Will ne'er maintain a monarch's state, +And those who cruel deeds advise +Must perish when their master dies, +Like drivers with their cars o'erthrown +In places rough with root and stone. +The good whose holy lives were spent +On duty's highest laws intent, +With wives and children many a time +Have perished for another's crime. +Hapless are they whose sovereign lord, +Opposed to all, by all abhorred, +Is cruel-hearted, harsh, severe: +Thus might a jackal tend the deer. +Now all the giant race await, +Destroyed by thee, a speedy fate, +Ruled by a king so cruel-souled, +Foolish in heart and uncontrolled. +Think not I fear the sudden blow +That threatens now to lay me low: +I mourn the ruin that I see +Impending o'er thy host and thee. +Me first perchance will Rama kill, +But soon his hand thy blood will spill. +I die, and if by Rama slain +And not by thee, I count it gain. +Soon as the hero's face I see +His angry eyes will murder me, +And if on her thy hands thou lay +Thy friends and thou are dead this day. +If with my help thou still must dare +The lady from her lord to tear, +Farewell to all our days are o'er, +Lanka and giants are no more. +In vain, in vain, an earnest friend, +I warn thee, King, and pray. +Thou wilt not to my prayers attend, +Or heed the words I say +So men, when life is fleeting fast +And death's sad hour is nigh, +Heedless and blinded to the last +Reject advice and die.” +Canto XLII. Marícha Transformed. +Marícha thus in wild unrest +With bitter words the king addressed. +Then to his giant lord in dread, +“Arise, and let us go,” he said. +“Ah, I have met that mighty lord +Armed with his shafts and bow and sword, +And if again that bow he bend +Our lives that very hour will end. +For none that warrior can provoke +And think to fly his deadly stroke. +Like Yama with his staff is he, +And his dread hand will slaughter thee. +What can I more? My words can find +No passage to thy stubborn mind. +I go, great King, thy task to share, +And may success attend thee there.” +With that reply and bold consent +The giant king was well content. +He strained Marícha to his breast +And thus with joyful words addressed: +“There spoke a hero dauntless still, +Obedient to his master's will, +Marícha's proper self once more: +Some other took thy shape before. +Come, mount my jewelled car that flies. +Will-governed, through the yielding skies. +These asses, goblin-faced, shall bear +Us quickly through the fields of air. +Attract the lady with thy shape, +Then through the wood, at will, escape. +And I, when she has no defence, +Will seize the dame and bear her thence.” +Again Marícha made reply, +Consent and will to signify. +With rapid speed the giants two +From the calm hermit dwelling flew, +Borne in that wondrous chariot, meet +For some great God's celestial seat. +They from their airy path looked down +On many a wood and many a town, +On lake and river, brook and rill, +City and realm and towering hill. +Soon he whom giant hosts obeyed, +Marícha by his side, surveyed +The dark expanse of Danḍak wood +Where Rama's hermit cottage stood. +They left the flying car, whereon +The wealth of gold and jewels shone, +And thus the giant king addressed +Marícha as his hand he pressed: +“Marícha, look! before our eyes +Round Rama's home the plantains rise. +His hermitage is now in view: +Quick to the work we came to do!” +Thus Ravan spoke, Marícha heard +Obedient to his master's word, +Threw off his giant shape and near +The cottage strayed a beauteous deer. +With magic power, by rapid change, +His borrowed form was fair and strange. +A sapphire tipped each horn with light; +His face was black relieved with white. +The turkis and the ruby shed +A glory from his ears and head. +His arching neck was proudly raised, +And lazulites beneath it blazed. +With roseate bloom his flanks were dyed, +And lotus tints adorned his hide. +His shape was fair, compact, and slight; +[pg 278] +His hoofs were carven lazulite. +His tail with every changing glow +Displayed the hues of Indra's bow. +With glossy skin so strangely flecked, +With tints of every gem bedecked. +A light o'er Rama's home he sent, +And through the wood, where'er he went. +The giant clad in that strange dress +That took the soul with loveliness, +To charm the fair Videhan's eyes +With mingled wealth of mineral dyes, +Moved onward, cropping in his way, +The grass and grain and tender spray. +His coat with drops of silver bright, +A form to gaze on with delight, +He raised his fair neck as he went +To browse on bud and filament. +Now in the Cassia grove he strayed, +Now by the cot in plantains' shade. +Slowly and slowly on he came +To catch the glances of the dame, +And the tall deer of splendid hue +Shone full at length in Síta's view. +He roamed where'er his fancy chose +Where Rama's leafy cottage rose. +Now near, now far, in careless ease, +He came and went among the trees. +Now with light feet he turned to fly, +Now, reassured, again drew nigh: +Now gambolled close with leap and bound, +Now lay upon the grassy ground: +Now sought the door, devoid of fear, +And mingled with the troop of deer; +Led them a little way, and thence +Again returned with confidence. +Now flying far, now turning back +Emboldened on his former track, +Seeking to win the lady's glance +He wandered through the green expanse. +Then thronging round, the woodland deer +Gazed on his form with wondering fear; +A while they followed where he led, +Then snuffed the tainted gale and fled. +The giant, though he longed to slay +The startled quarry, spared the prey, +And mindful of the shape he wore +To veil his nature, still forbore. +Then Síta of the glorious eye, +Returning from her task drew nigh; +For she had sought the wood to bring +Each loveliest flower of early spring. +Now would the bright-eyed lady choose +Some gorgeous bud with blending hues, +Now plucked the mango's spray, and now +The bloom from an Aśoka bough. +She with her beauteous form, unmeet +For woodland life and lone retreat, +That wondrous dappled deer beheld +Gemmed with rich pearls, unparalleled, +His silver hair the lady saw, +His radiant teeth and lips and jaw, +And gazed with rapture as her eyes +Expanded in their glad surprise. +And when the false deer's glances fell +On her whom Rama loved so well, +He wandered here and there, and cast +A luminous beauty as he passed; +And Janak's child with strange delight +Kept gazing on the unwonted sight. +Canto XLIII. The Wondrous Deer. +She stooped, her hands with flowers to fill, +But gazed upon the marvel still: +Gazed on its back and sparkling side +Where silver hues with golden vied. +Joyous was she of faultless mould, +With glossy skin like polished gold. +And loudly to her husband cried +And bow-armed Lakshman by his side: +Again, again she called in glee: +“O come this glorious creature see; +Quick, quick, my lord, this deer to view. +And bring thy brother Lakshman too.” +As through the wood her clear tones rang, +Swift to her side the brothers sprang. +With eager eyes the grove they scanned, +And saw the deer before them stand. +But doubt was strong in Lakshman's breast, +Who thus his thought and fear expressed: +“Stay, for the wondrous deer we see +The fiend Marícha's self may be. +Ere now have kings who sought this place +To take their pastime in the chase, +Met from his wicked art defeat, +And fallen slain by like deceit. +He wears, well trained in magic guile, +The figure of a deer a while, +Bright as the very sun, or place +Where dwell the gay Gandharva race. +No deer, O Rama, e'er was seen +Thus decked with gold and jewels' sheen. +'Tis magic, for the world has ne'er, +Lord of the world, shown aught so fair.” +But Síta of the lovely smile, +A captive to the giant's wile, +Turned Lakshman's prudent speech aside +And thus with eager words replied: +“My honoured lord, this deer I see +With beauty rare enraptures me. +Go, chief of mighty arm, and bring +For my delight this precious thing. +Fair creatures of the woodland roam +Untroubled near our hermit home. +The forest cow and stag are there, +The fawn, the monkey, and the bear, +Where spotted deer delight to play, +[pg 279] +And strong and beauteous Kinnars494 stray. +But never, as they wandered by, +Has such a beauty charmed mine eye +As this with limbs so fair and slight, +So gentle, beautiful and bright. +O see, how fair it is to view +With jewels of each varied hue: +Bright as the rising moon it glows, +Lighting the wood where'er it goes. +Ah me, what form and grace are there! +Its limbs how fine, its hues how fair! +Transcending all that words express, +It takes my soul with loveliness. +O, if thou would, to please me, strive +To take the beauteous thing alive, +How thou wouldst gaze with wondering eyes +Delighted on the lovely prize! +And when our woodland life is o'er, +And we enjoy our realm once more, +The wondrous animal will grace +The chambers of my dwelling-place, +And a dear treasure will it be +To Bharat and the queens and me, +And all with rapture and amaze +Upon its heavenly form will gaze. +But if the beauteous deer, pursued, +Thine arts to take it still elude, +Strike it, O chieftain, and the skin +Will be a treasure, laid within. +O, how I long my time to pass +Sitting upon the tender grass, +With that soft fell beneath me spread +Bright with its hair of golden thread! +This strong desire, this eager will, +Befits a gentle lady ill: +But when I first beheld, its look +My breast with fascination took. +See, golden hair its flank adorns, +And sapphires tip its branching horns. +Resplendent as the lunar way, +Or the first blush of opening day, +With graceful form and radiant hue +It charmed thy heart, O chieftain, too.” +He heard her speech with willing ear, +He looked again upon the deer. +Its lovely shape his breast beguiled +Moved by the prayer of Janak's child, +And yielding for her pleasure's sake, +To Lakshman Rama turned and spake: +“Mark, Lakshman, mark how Síta's breast +With eager longing is possessed. +To-day this deer of wondrous breed +Must for his passing beauty bleed, +Brighter than e'er in Nandan strayed, +Or Chaitraratha's heavenly shade. +How should the groves of earth possess +Such all-surpassing loveliness! +The hair lies smooth and bright and fine, +Or waves upon each curving line, +And drops of living gold bedeck +The beauty of his side and neck. +O look, his crimson tongue between +His teeth like flaming fire is seen, +Flashing, whene'er his lips he parts, +As from a cloud the lightning darts. +O see his sunlike forehead shine +With emerald tints and almandine, +While pearly light and roseate glow +Of shells adorn his neck below. +No eye on such a deer can rest +But soft enchantment takes the breast: +No man so fair a thing behold +Ablaze with light of radiant gold, +Celestial, bright with jewels' sheen, +Nor marvel when his eyes have seen. +A king equipped with bow and shaft +Delights in gentle forest craft, +And as in boundless woods he strays +The quarry for the venison slays. +There as he wanders with his train +A store of wealth he oft may gain. +He claims by right the precious ore, +He claims the jewels' sparkling store. +Such gains are dearer in his eyes +Than wealth that in his chamber lies, +The dearest things his spirit knows, +Dear as the bliss which Śukra chose. +But oft the rich expected gain +Which heedless men pursue in vain, +The sage, who prudent counsels know, +Explain and in a moment show. +This best of deer, this gem of all, +To yield his precious spoils must fall, +And tender Síta by my side +Shall sit upon the golden hide. +Ne'er could I find so rich a coat +On spotted deer or sheep or goat. +No buck or antelope has such, +So bright to view, so soft to touch. +This radiant deer and one on high +That moves in glory through the sky, +Alike in heavenly beauty are, +One on the earth and one a star. +But, brother, if thy fears be true, +And this bright creature that we view +Be fierce Marícha in disguise, +Then by this hand he surely dies. +For that dire fiend who spurns control +With bloody hand and cruel soul, +Has roamed this forest and dismayed +The holiest saints who haunt the shade. +Great archers, sprung of royal race, +Pursuing in the wood the chase, +Have fallen by his wicked art, +And now my shaft shall strike his heart. +Vatapi, by his magic power +[pg 280] +Made heedless saints his flesh devour, +Then, from within their frames he rent +Forth bursting from imprisonment. +But once his art in senseless pride +Upon the mightiest saint he tried, +Agastya's self, and caused him taste +The baited meal before him placed. +Vatapi, when the rite was o'er, +Would take the giant form he wore, +But Saint Agastya knew his wile +And checked the giant with smile. +“Vatapi, thou with cruel spite +Hast conquered many an anchorite +The noblest of the Brahman caste,— +And now thy ruin comes at last.” +Now if my power he thus defies, +This giant, like Vatapi dies, +Daring to scorn a man like me, +A self subduing devotee. +Yea, as Agastya slew the foe, +My hand shall lay Marícha low +Clad in thine arms thy bow in hand, +To guard the Maithil lady stand, +With watchful eye and thoughtful breast +Keeping each word of my behest +I go, and hunting through the brake +This wondrous deer will bring or take. +Yea surely I will bring the spoil +Returning from my hunter's toil +See, Lakshman how my consort's eyes +Are longing for the lovely prize. +This day it falls, that I may win +The treasure of so fair a skin. +Do thou and Síta watch with care +Lest danger seize you unaware. +Swift from my bow one shaft will fly; +The stricken deer will fall and die +Then quickly will I strip the game +And bring the trophy to my dame. +Jaṭayus, guardian good and wise, +Our old and faithful friend, +The best and strongest bird that flies, +His willing aid will lend +The Maithil lady well protect, +For every chance provide, +And in thy tender care suspect +A foe on every side.” +Canto XLIV. Marícha's Death. +Thus having warned his brother bold +He grasped his sword with haft of gold, +And bow with triple flexure bent, +His own delight and ornament; +Then bound two quivers to his side, +And hurried forth with eager stride. +Soon as the antlered monarch saw +The lord of monarchs near him draw, +A while with trembling heart he fled, +Then turned and showed his stately head. +With sword and bow the chief pursued +Where'er the fleeing deer he viewed +Sending from dell and lone recess +The splendour of his loveliness. +Now full in view the creature stood +Now vanished in the depth of wood; +Now running with a languid flight, +Now like a meteor lost to sight. +With trembling limbs away he sped; +Then like the moon with clouds o'erspread +Gleamed for a moment bright between +The trees, and was again unseen. +Thus in the magic deer's disguise +Marícha lured him to the prize, +And seen a while, then lost to view, +Far from his cot the hero drew. +Still by the flying game deceived +The hunter's heart was wroth and grieved, +And wearied with the fruitless chase +He stayed him in a shady place. +Again the rover of the night +Enraged the chieftain, full in sight, +Slow moving in the coppice near, +Surrounded by the woodland deer. +Again the hunter sought the game +That seemed a while to court his aim: +But seized again with sudden dread, +Beyond his sight the creature fled. +Again the hero left the shade, +Again the deer before him strayed. +With surer hope and stronger will +The hunter longed his prey to kill. +Then as his soul impatient grew, +An arrow from his side he drew, +Resplendent at the sunbeam's glow, +The crusher of the smitten foe. +With skillful heed the mighty lord +Fixed well shaft and strained the cord. +Upon the deer his eyes he bent, +And like a fiery serpent went +The arrow Brahma's self had framed, +Alive with sparks that hissed and flamed, +Like Indra's flashing levin, true +To the false deer the missile flew +Cleaving his flesh that wonderous dart +Stood quivering in Marícha's heart. +Scarce from the ground one foot he sprang, +Then stricken fell with deadly pang. +Half lifeless, as he pressed the ground, +He gave a roar of awful sound +And ere the wounded giant died +He threw his borrowed form aside +Remembering still his lord's behest +He pondered in his heart how best +Síta might send her guard away, +And Ravan seize the helpless prey. +The monster knew the time was nigh, +And called aloud with eager cry, +“Ho, Síta, Lakshman” and the tone +[pg 281] +He borrowed was like Rama's own. +So by that matchless arrow cleft, +The deer's bright form Marícha left, +Resumed his giant shape and size +And closed in death his languid eyes. +When Rama saw his awful foe +Gasp, smeared with blood, in deadly throe, +His anxious thoughts to Síta sped, +And the wise words that Lakshman said, +That this was false Marícha's art, +Returned again upon his heart. +He knew the foe he triumphed o'er +The name of great Marícha bore. +“The fiend,” he pondered, 'ere he died, +“Ho, Lakshman! ho, my Síta!” cried +Ah, if that cry has reached her ear, +How dire must be my darling's fear! +And Lakshman of the mighty arm, +What thinks he in his wild alarm? +As thus he thought in sad surmise, +Each startled hair began to rise, +And when he saw the giant slain +And thought upon that cry again, +His spirit sank and terror pressed +Full sorely on the hero's breast. +Another deer he chased and struck, +He bore away the the fallen buck, +To Janasthan then turned his face +And hastened to his dwelling place. +Canto XLV. Lakshman's Departure. +But Síta hearing as she thought, +Her husband's cry with anguish fraught, +Called to her guardian, “Lakshman, run +And in the wood seek Raghu's son. +Scarce can my heart retain its throne, +Scarce can my life be called mine own, +As all my powers and senses fail +At that long, loud and bitter wail. +Haste to the wood with all thy speed +And save thy brother in his need. +Go, save him in the distant glade +Where loud he calls, for timely aid. +He falls beneath some giant foe— +A bull whom lions overthrow.” +Deaf to her prayer, no step he stirred +Obedient to his mother's word, +Then Janak's child, with ire inflamed, +In words of bitter scorn exclaimed exclaimed +“Sumitra's son, a friend in show, +Thou art in truth thy brother's foe, +Who canst at such any hour deny +Thy succour and neglect his cry. +Yes, Lakshman, smit with love of me +Thy brother's death thou fain wouldst see. +This guilty love thy heart has swayed +And makes thy feet so loth to aid. +Thou hast no love for Rama, no: +Thy joy is vice, thy thoughts are low +Hence thus unmoved thou yet canst stay +While my dear lord is far away. +If aught of ill my lord betide +Who led thee here, thy chief and guide, +Ah, what will be my hapless fate +Left in the wild wood desolate!” +Thus spoke the lady sad with fear, +With many a sigh and many a tear, +Still trembling like a captured doe: +And Lakshman spoke to calm her woe: +“Videhan Queen, be sure of this,— +And at the thought thy fear dismiss,— +Thy husband's mightier power defies +All Gods and angels of the skies, +Gandharvas, and the sons of light, +Serpents, and rovers of the night. +I tell thee, of the sons of earth, +Of Gods who boast celestial birth, +Of beasts and birds and giant hosts, +Of demigods, Gandharvas, ghosts, +Of awful fiends, O thou most fair, +There lives not one whose heart would dare +To meet thy Rama in the fight, +Like Indra's self unmatched in might. +Such idle words thou must not say +Thy Rama lives whom none may slay. +I will not, cannot leave thee here +In the wild wood till he be near. +The mightiest strength can ne'er withstand +His eager force, his vigorous hand. +No, not the triple world allied +With all the immortal Gods beside. +Dismiss thy fear, again take heart, +Let all thy doubt and woe depart. +Thy lord, be sure, will soon be here +And bring thee back that best of deer. +Not his, not his that mournful cry, +Nor haply came it from the sky. +Some giant's art was busy there +And framed a castle based on air. +A precious pledge art thou, consigned +To me by him of noblest mind, +Nor can I fairest dame, forsake +The pledge which Rama bade me take. +Upon our heads, O Queen, we drew +The giants' hate when Rama slew +Their chieftain Khara, and the shade +Of Janasthan in ruin laid. +Through all this mighty wood they rove +With varied cries from grove to grove +On rapine bent they wander here: +But O, dismiss thy causeless fear.” +Bright flashed her eye as Lakshman spoke +And forth her words of fury broke +Upon her truthful guardian, flung +With bitter taunts that pierced and stung: +“Shame on such false compassion, base +Defiler of thy glorious race! +'Twere joyous sight I ween to thee +[pg 282] +My lord in direst strait to see. +Thou knowest Rama sore bested, +Or word like this thou ne'er hadst said. +No marvel if we find such sin +In rivals false to kith and kin. +Wretches like thee of evil kind, +Concealing crime with crafty mind. +Thou, wretch, thine aid wilt still deny, +And leave my lord alone to die. +Has love of me unnerved thy hand, +Or Bharat's art this ruin planned? +But be the treachery his or thine, +In vain, in vain the base design. +For how shall I, the chosen bride +Of dark-hued Rama, lotus-eyed, +The queen who once called Rama mine, +To love of other men decline? +Believe me, Lakshman, Rama's wife +Before thine eyes will quit this life, +And not a moment will she stay +If her dear lord have passed away.” +The lady's bitter speech, that stirred +Each hair upon his frame, he heard. +With lifted hands together laid, +His calm reply he gently made: +“No words have I to answer now: +My deity, O Queen, art thou. +But 'tis no marvel, dame, to find +Such lack of sense in womankind. +Throughout this world, O Maithil dame, +Weak women's hearts are still the same. +Inconstant, urged by envious spite, +They sever friends and hate the right. +I cannot brook, Videhan Queen, +Thy words intolerably keen. +Mine ears thy fierce reproaches pain +As boiling water seethes the brain. +And now to bear me witness all +The dwellers in the wood I call, +That, when with words of truth I plead, +This harsh reply is all my meed. +Ah, woe is thee! Ah, grief, that still +Eager to do my brother's will, +Mourning thy woman's nature, I +Must see thee doubt my truth and die. +I fly to Rama's side, and Oh, +May bliss attend thee while I go! +May all attendant wood-gods screen +Thy head from harm, O large-eyed Queen! +And though dire omens meet my sight +And fill my soul with wild affright, +May I return in peace and see +The son of Raghu safe with thee!” +The child of Janak heard him speak, +And the hot tear-drops down her cheek, +Increasing to a torrent, ran, +As thus once more the dame began: +“O Lakshman, if I widowed be +Godavarí's flood shall cover me, +Or I will die by cord, or leap, +Life weary, from yon rocky steep; +Or deadly poison will I drink, +Or 'neath the kindled flames will sink, +But never, reft of Rama, can +Consent to touch a meaner man.” +The Maithil dame with many sighs, +And torrents pouring from her eyes, +The faithful Lakshman thus addressed, +And smote her hands upon her breast. +>Sumitra's son, o'erwhelmed by fears, +Looked on the large-eyed queen: +He saw that flood of burning tears, +He saw that piteous mien. +He yearned sweet comfort to afford, +He strove to soothe her pain; +But to the brother of her lord +She spoke no word again. +His reverent hands once more he raised, +His head he slightly bent, +Upon her face he sadly gazed, +And then toward Rama went. +Canto XLVI. The Guest. +The angry Lakshman scarce could brook +Her bitter words, her furious look. +With dark forebodings in his breast +To Rama's side he quickly pressed. +Then ten necked Ravan saw the time +Propitious for his purposed crime. +A mendicant in guise he came +And stood before the Maithil dame. +His garb was red, with tufted hair +And sandalled feet a shade he bare, +And from the fiend's left shoulder slung +A staff and water-vessel hung. +Near to the lovely dame he drew, +While both the chiefs were far from view, +As darkness takes the evening air +When neither sun nor moon is there. +He bent his eye upon the dame, +A princess fair, of spotless fame: +So might some baleful planet be +Near Moon-forsaken Rohiní.495 +As the fierce tyrant nearer drew, +The trees in Janasthan that grew +Waved not a leaf for fear and woe, +And the hushed wind forbore to blow. +Godavarí's waters as they fled, +Saw his fierce eye-balls flashing red, +And from each swiftly-gliding wave +A melancholy murmur gave. +Then Ravan, when his eager eye +Beheld the longed-for moment nigh, +In mendicant's apparel dressed +Near to the Maithil lady pressed. +[pg 283] +In holy guise, a fiend abhorred, +He found her mourning for her lord. +Thus threatening draws Śaniśchar496 nigh +To Chitra497 in the evening sky; +Thus the deep well by grass concealed +Yawns treacherous in the verdant field. +He stood and looked upon the dame +Of Rama, queen of spotless fame +With her bright teeth and each fair limb +Like the full moon she seemed to him, +Sitting within her leafy cot, +Weeping for woe that left her not. +Thus, while with joy his pulses beat, +He saw her in her lone retreat, +Eyed like the lotus, fair to view +In silken robes of amber hue. +Pierced to the core by Kama's dart +He murmured texts with lying art, +And questioned with a soft address +The lady in her loneliness. +The fiend essayed with gentle speech +The heart of that fair dame to reach, +Pride of the worlds, like Beauty's Queen +Without her darling lotus seen: +“O thou whose silken robes enfold +A form more fair than finest gold, +With lotus garland on thy head, +Like a sweet spring with bloom o'erspread, +Who art thou, fair one, what thy name, +Beauty, or Honour, Fortune, Fame, +Spirit, or nymph, or Queen of love +Descended from thy home above? +Bright as the dazzling jasmine shine +Thy small square teeth in level line. +Like two black stars aglow with light +Thine eyes are large and pure and bright. +Thy charms of smile and teeth and hair +And winning eyes, O thou most fair, +Steal all my spirit, as the flow +Of rivers mines the bank below. +How bright, how fine each flowing tress! +How firm those orbs beneath thy dress! +That dainty waist with ease were spanned, +Sweet lady, by a lover's hand. +Mine eyes, O beauty, ne'er have seen +Goddess or nymph so fair of mien, +Or bright Gandharva's heavenly dame, +Or woman of so perfect frame. +In youth's soft prime thy years are few, +And earth has naught so fair to view. +I marvel one like thee in face +Should make the woods her dwelling-place. +Leave, lady, leave this lone retreat +In forest wilds for thee unmeet, +Where giants fierce and strong assume +All shapes and wander in the gloom. +These dainty feet were formed to tread +Some palace floor with carpets spread, +Or wander in trim gardens where +Each opening bud perfumes the air. +The richest robe thy form should deck, +The rarest gems adorn thy neck, +The sweetest wreath should bind thy hair, +The noblest lord thy bed should share. +Art thou akin, O fair of form, +To Rudras,498 or the Gods of storm,499 +Or to the glorious Vasus500? How +Can less than these be bright as thou? +But never nymph or heavenly maid +Or Goddess haunts this gloomy shade. +Here giants roam, a savage race; +What led thee to so dire a place? +Here monkeys leap from tree to tree, +And bears and tigers wander free; +Here ravening lions prowl, and fell +Hyenas in the thickets yell, +And elephants infuriate roam, +Mighty and fierce, their woodland home. +Dost thou not dread, so soft and fair, +Tiger and lion, wolf and bear? +Hast thou, O beauteous dame, no fear +In the wild wood so lone and drear? +Whose and who art thou? whence and why +Sweet lady, with no guardian nigh, +Dost thou this awful forest tread +By giant bands inhabited?” +The praise the high-souled Ravan spoke +No doubt within her bosom woke. +His saintly look and Brahman guise +Deceived the lady's trusting eyes. +With due attention on the guest +Her hospitable rites she pressed. +She bade the stranger to a seat, +And gave him water for his feet. +The bowl and water-pot he bare, +And garb which wandering Brahmans wear +Forbade a doubt to rise. +Won by his holy look she deemed +The stranger even as he seemed +To her deluded eyes. +Intent on hospitable care, +She brought her best of woodland fare, +And showed her guest a seat. +She bade the saintly stranger lave +His feet in water which she gave, +And sit and rest and eat. +He kept his eager glances bent +On her so kindly eloquent, +Wife of the noblest king; +And longed in heart to steal her thence, +Preparing by the dire offence, +Death on his head to bring. +[pg 284] +The lady watched with anxious face +For Rama coming from the chase +With Lakshman by his side: +But nothing met her wandering glance +Save the wild forest's green expanse +Extending far and wide. +Canto XLVII. Ravan's Wooing. +As, clad in mendicant's disguise, +He questioned thus his destined prize, +She to the seeming saintly man +The story of her life began. +“My guest is he,” she thought, “and I, +To 'scape his curse, must needs reply:” +“Child of a noble sire I spring +From Janak, fair Videha's king. +May every good be thine! my name +Is Síta, Rama's cherished dame. +Twelve winters with my lord I spent +Most happily with sweet content +In the rich home of Raghu's line, +And every earthly joy was mine. +Twelve pleasant years flew by, and then +His peers advised the king of men, +Rama, my lord, to consecrate +Joint ruler of his ancient state. +But when the rites were scarce begun, +To consecrate Ikshvaku's son, +The queen Kaikeyí, honoured dame, +Sought of her lord an ancient claim. +Her plea of former service pressed, +And made him grant her new request, +To banish Rama to the wild +And consecrate instead her child. +This double prayer on him, the best +And truest king, she strongly pressed: +“Mine eyes in sleep I will not close, +Nor eat, nor drink, nor take repose. +This very day my death shall bring +If Rama be anointed king.” +As thus she spake in envious ire, +The aged king, my husband's sire, +Besought with fitting words; but she +Was cold and deaf to every plea. +As yet my days are few; eighteen +The years of life that I have seen; +And Rama, best of all alive, +Has passed of years a score and five— +Rama the great and gentle, through +All region famed as pure and true, +Large-eyed and mighty-armed and tall, +With tender heart that cares for all. +But Daśaratha, led astray +By woman's wile and passion's sway, +By his strong love of her impelled, +The consecrating rites withheld. +When, hopeful of the promised grace, +My Rama sought his father's face, +The queen Kaikeyí, ill at ease, +Spoke to my lord brief words like these: +“Hear, son of Raghu, hear from me +The words thy father says to thee: +“I yield this day to Bharat's hand, +Free from all foes, this ancient land. +Fly from this home no longer thine, +And dwell in woods five years and nine. +Live in the forest and maintain +Mine honour pure from falsehood's stain.’ ” +Then Rama spoke, untouched by dread: +“Yea, it shall be as thou hast said.” +And answered, faithful to his vows, +Obeying Daśaratha's spouse: +“The offered realm I would not take, +But still keep true the words he spake.” +Thus, gentle Brahman, Rama still +Clung to his vow with firmest will. +And valiant Lakshman, dear to fame, +His brother by a younger dame, +Bold victor in the deadly fray, +Would follow Rama on his way. +On sternest vows his heart was set, +And he, a youthful anchoret, +Bound up in twisted coil his hair +And took the garb which hermits wear; +Then with his bow to guard us, he +Went forth with Rama and with me. +By Queen Kaikeyí's art bereft +The kingdom and our home we left, +And bound by stern religious vows +We sought this shade of forest boughs. +Now, best of Brahmans, here we tread +These pathless regions dark and dread. +But come, refresh thy soul, and rest +Here for a while an honoured guest, +For he, my lord, will soon be here +With fresh supply of woodland cheer, +Large store of venison of the buck, +Or some great boar his hand has struck. +Meanwhile, O stranger, grant my prayer: +Thy name, thy race, thy birth declare, +And why with no companion thou +Roamest in Danḍak forest now.” +Thus questioned Síta, Rama's dame. +Then fierce the stranger's answer came: +“Lord of the giant legions, he +From whom celestial armies flee,— +The dread of hell and earth and sky, +Ravan the Rakshas king am I. +Now when thy gold-like form I view +Arrayed in silks of amber hue, +My love, O thou of perfect mould, +For all my dames is dead and cold. +A thousand fairest women, torn +From many a land my home adorn. +But come, loveliest lady, be +The queen of every dame and me. +My city Lanka, glorious town, +Looks from a mountain's forehead down +[pg 285] +Where ocean with his flash and foam +Beats madly on mine island home. +With me, O Síta, shalt thou rove +Delighted through each shady grove, +Nor shall thy happy breast retain +Fond memory of this life of pain. +In gay attire, a glittering band, +Five thousand maids shall round thee stand, +And serve thee at thy beck and sign, +If thou, fair Síta, wilt be mine.” +Then forth her noble passion broke +As thus in turn the lady spoke: +“Me, me the wife of Rama, him +The lion lord with lion's limb, +Strong as the sea, firm as the rock, +Like Indra in the battle shock. +The lord of each auspicious sign, +The glory of his princely line, +Like some fair Bodh tree strong and tall, +The noblest and the best of all, +Rama, the heir of happy fate +Who keeps his word inviolate, +Lord of the lion gait, possessed +Of mighty arm and ample chest, +Rama the lion-warrior, him +Whose moon bright face no fear can dim, +Rama, his bridled passions' lord, +The darling whom his sire adored,— +Me, me the true and loving dame +Of Rama, prince of deathless fame— +Me wouldst thou vainly woo and press? +A jackal woo a lioness! +Steal from the sun his glory! such +Thy hope Lord Rama's wife to touch. +Ha! Thou hast seen the trees of gold, +The sign which dying eyes behold, +Thus seeking, weary of thy life, +To win the love of Rama's wife. +Fool! wilt thou dare to rend away +The famished lion's bleeding prey, +Or from the threatening jaws to take +The fang of some envenomed snake? +What, wouldst thou shake with puny hand +Mount Mandar,501 towering o'er the land, +Put poison to thy lips and think +The deadly cup a harmless drink? +With pointed needle touch thine eye, +A razor to thy tongue apply, +Who wouldst pollute with impious touch +The wife whom Rama loves so much? +Be round thy neck a millstone tied, +And swim the sea from side to side; +Or raising both thy hands on high +Pluck sun and moon from yonder sky; +Or let the kindled flame be pressed, +Wrapt in thy garment, to thy breast; +More wild the thought that seeks to win +Rama's dear wife who knows not sin. +The fool who thinks with idle aim +To gain the love of Rama's dame, +With dark and desperate footing makes +His way o'er points of iron stakes. +As Ocean to a bubbling spring, +The lion to a fox, the king +Of all the birds that ply the wing +To an ignoble crow +As gold to lead of little price, +As to the drainings of the rice +The drink they quaff in Paradise, +The Amrit's heavenly flow, +As sandal dust with perfume sweet +Is to the mire that soils our feet, +A tiger to a cat, +As the white swan is to the owl, +The peacock to the waterfowl, +An eagle to a bat, +Such is my lord compared with thee; +And when with bow and arrows he, +Mighty as Indra's self shall see +His foeman, armed to slay, +Thou, death-doomed like the fly that sips +The oil that on the altar drips, +Shalt cast the morsel from thy lips +And lose thy half-won prey.” +Thus in high scorn the lady flung +The biting arrows of her tongue +In bitter words that pierced and stung +The rover of the night. +She ceased. Her gentle cheek grew pale, +Her loosened limbs began to fail, +And like a plantain in the gale +She trembled with affright. +He terrible as Death stood nigh, +And watched with fierce exulting eye +The fear that shook her frame. +To terrify the lady more, +He counted all his triumphs o'er, +Proclaimed the titles that he bore, +His pedigree and name. +Canto XLVIII. Ravan's Speech. +With knitted brow and furious eye +The stranger made his fierce reply: +“In me O fairest dame, behold +The brother of the King of Gold. +The Lord of Ten Necks my title, named +Ravan, for might and valour famed. +Gods and Gandharva hosts I scare; +Snakes, spirits, birds that roam the air +Fly from my coming, wild with fear, +Trembling like men when Death is near. +Vaiśravan once, my brother, wrought +To ire, encountered me and fought, +[pg 286] +But yielding to superior might +Fled from his home in sore affright. +Lord of the man-drawn chariot, still +He dwells on famed Kailasa's hill. +I made the vanquished king resign +The glorious car which now is mine,— +Pushpak, the far-renowned, that flies +Will-guided through the buxom skies. +Celestial hosts by Indra led +Flee from my face disquieted, +And where my dreaded feet appear +The wind is hushed or breathless is fear. +Where'er I stand, where'er I go +The troubled waters cease to flow, +Each spell-bound wave is mute and still +And the fierce sun himself is chill. +Beyond the sea my Lanka stands +Filled with fierce forms and giant bands, +A glorious city fair to see +As Indra's Amaravatí. +A towering height of solid wall, +Flashing afar, surrounds it all, +Its golden courts enchant the sight, +And gates aglow with lazulite. +Steeds, elephants, and cars are there, +And drums' loud music fills the air, +Fair trees in lovely gardens grow +Whose boughs with varied fruitage glow. +Thou, beauteous Queen, with me shalt dwell +In halls that suit a princess well, +Thy former fellows shall forget +Nor think of women with regret, +No earthly joy thy soul shall miss, +And take its fill of heavenly bliss. +Of mortal Rama think no more, +Whose terms of days will soon be o'er. +King Daśaratha looked in scorn +On Rama though the eldest born, +Sent to the woods the weakling fool, +And set his darling son to rule. +What, O thou large-eyed dame, hast thou +To do with fallen Rama now, +From home and kingdom forced to fly, +A wretched hermit soon to die? +Accept thy lover, nor refuse +The giant king who fondly woos. +O listen, nor reject in scorn +A heart by Kama's arrows torn. +If thou refuse to hear my prayer, +Of grief and coming woe beware; +For the sad fate will fall on thee +Which came on hapless Urvaśí, +When with her foot she chanced to touch +Purúravas, and sorrowed much.502 +My little finger raised in fight +Were more than match for Rama's might. +O fairest, blithe and happy be +With him whom fortune sends to thee.” +Such were the words the giant said, +And Síta's angry eyes were red. +She answered in that lonely place +The monarch of the giant race: +“Art thou the brother of the Lord +Of Gold by all the world adored, +And sprung of that illustrious seed +Wouldst now attempt this evil deed? +I tell thee, impious Monarch, all +The giants by thy sin will fall, +Whose reckless lord and king thou art, +With foolish mind and lawless heart. +Yea, one may hope to steal the wife +Of Indra and escape with life. +But he who Rama's dame would tear +From his loved side must needs despair. +Yea, one may steal fair Śachí, dame +Of Him who shoots the thunder flame, +May live successful in his aim +And length of day may see; +But hope, O giant King, in vain, +Though cups of Amrit thou may drain, +To shun the penalty and pain +Of wronging one like me.” +Canto XLIX. The Rape Of Síta. +The Rakshas monarch, thus addressed, +His hands a while together pressed, +And straight before her startled eyes +Stood monstrous in his giant size. +Then to the lady, with the lore +Of eloquence, he spoke once more: +“Thou scarce,” he cried, “hast heard aright +The glories of my power and might. +I borne sublime in air can stand +And with these arms upheave the land, +Drink the deep flood of Ocean dry +And Death with conquering force defy, +Pierce the great sun with furious dart +And to her depths cleave earth apart. +See, thou whom love and beauty blind, +I wear each form as wills my mind.” +As thus he spake in burning ire +His glowing eyes were red with fire. +His gentle garb aside was thrown +And all his native shape was shown. +Terrific, monstrous, wild, and dread +As the dark God who rules the dead, +His fiery eyes in fury rolled, +His limbs were decked with glittering gold. +Like some dark cloud the monster showed, +And his fierce breast with fury glowed. +The ten-faced rover of the night, +With twenty arms exposed to sight, +His saintly guise aside had laid +And all his giant height displayed. +[pg 287] +Attired in robes of crimson dye +He stood and watched with angry eye +The lady in her bright array +Resplendent as the dawn of day +When from the east the sunbeams break, +And to the dark-haired lady spake: +“If thou would call that lord thine own +Whose fame in every world is known, +Look kindly on my love, and be +Bride of a consort meet for thee. +With me let blissful years be spent, +For ne'er thy choice shalt thou repent. +No deed of mine shall e'er displease +My darling as she lives at ease. +Thy love for mortal man resign, +And to a worthier lord incline. +Ah foolish lady, seeming wise +In thine own weak and partial eyes, +By what fair graces art thou held +To Rama from his realm expelled? +Misfortunes all his life attend, +And his brief days are near their end. +Unworthy prince, infirm of mind! +A woman spoke and he resigned +His home and kingdom and withdrew +From troops of friends and retinue. +And sought this forest dark and dread +By savage beasts inhabited.” +Thus Ravan urged the lady meet +For love, whose words were soft and sweet. +Near and more near the giant pressed +As love's hot fire inflamed his breast. +The leader of the giant crew +His arm around the lady threw: +Thus Budha503 with ill-omened might +Steals Rohiní's delicious light. +One hand her glorious tresses grasped, +One with its ruthless pressure clasped +The body of his lovely prize, +The Maithil dame with lotus eyes. +The silvan Gods in wild alarm +Marked his huge teeth and ponderous arm, +And from that Death-like presence fled, +Of mountain size and towering head. +Then seen was Ravan's magic car +Aglow with gold which blazed afar,— +The mighty car which asses drew +Thundering as it onward flew. +He spared not harsh rebuke to chide +The lady as she moaned and cried, +Then with his arm about her waist +His captive in the car he placed. +In vain he threatened: long and shrill +Rang out her lamentation still, +O Rama! which no fear could stay: +But her dear lord was far away. +Then rose the fiend, and toward the skies +Bore his poor helpless struggling prize: +Hurrying through the air above +The dame who loathed his proffered love. +So might a soaring eagle bear +A serpent's consort through the air. +As on he bore her through the sky +She shrieked aloud her bitter cry. +As when some wretch's lips complain +In agony of maddening pain; +“O Lakshman, thou whose joy is still +To do thine elder brother's will, +This fiend, who all disguises wears, +From Rama's side his darling tears. +Thou who couldst leave bliss, fortune, all, +Yea life itself at duty's call, +Dost thou not see this outrage done +To hapless me, O Raghu's son? +'Tis thine, O victor of the foe, +To bring the haughtiest spirit low, +How canst thou such an outrage see +And let the guilty fiend go free? +Ah, seldom in a moment's time +Comes bitter fruit of sin and crime, +But in the day of harvest pain +Comes like the ripening of the grain. +So thou whom fate and folly lead +To ruin for this guilty deed, +Shalt die by Rama's arm ere long +A dreadful death for hideous wrong. +Ah, too successful in their ends +Are Queen Kaikeyí and her friends, +When virtuous Rama, dear to fame, +Is mourning for his ravished dame. +Ah me, ah me! a long farewell +To lawn and glade and forest dell +In Janasthan's wild region, where +The Cassia trees are bright and fair +With all your tongues to Rama say +That Ravan bears his wife away. +Farewell, a long farewell to thee, +O pleasant stream Godavarí, +Whose rippling waves are ever stirred +By many a glad wild water-bird! +All ye to Rama's ear relate +The giant's deed and Síta's fate. +O all ye Gods who love this ground +Where trees of every leaf abound, +Tell Rama I am stolen hence, +I pray you all with reverence. +On all the living things beside +That these dark boughs and coverts hide, +Ye flocks of birds, ye troops of deer, +I call on you my prayer to hear. +All ye to Rama's ear proclaim +That Ravan tears away his dame +With forceful arms,—his darling wife, +Dearer to Rama than his life. +O, if he knew I dwelt in hell, +My mighty lord, I know full well, +Would bring me, conqueror, back to-day, +Though Yama's self reclaimed his prey.” +Thus from the air the lady sent +[pg 288] +With piteous voice her last lament, +And as she wept she chanced to see +The vulture on a lofty tree. +As Ravan bore her swiftly by, +On the dear bird she bent her eye, +And with a voice which woe made faint +Renewed to him her wild complaint: +“O see, the king who rules the race +Of giants, cruel, fierce and base, +Ravan the spoiler bears me hence +The helpless prey of violence. +This fiend who roves in midnight shade +By thee, dear bird, can ne'er be stayed, +For he is armed and fierce and strong +Triumphant in the power to wrong. +For thee remains one only task, +To do, kind friend, the thing I ask. +To Rama's ear by thee be borne +How Síta from her home is torn, +And to the valiant Lakshman tell +The giant's deed and what befell.” +Canto L. Jatayus. +The vulture from his slumber woke +And heard the words which Síta spoke +He raised his eye and looked on her, +Looked on her giant ravisher. +That noblest bird with pointed beak, +Majestic as a mountain peak, +High on the tree addressed the king +Of giants, wisely counselling: +“O Ten-necked lord, I firmly hold +To faith and laws ordained of old, +And thou, my brother, shouldst refrain +From guilty deeds that shame and stain. +The vulture king supreme in air, +Jaṭayus is the name I bear. +Thy captive, known by Síta's name, +Is the dear consort and the dame +Of Rama, Daśaratha's heir +Who makes the good of all his care. +Lord of the world in might he vies +With the great Gods of seas and skies. +The law he boasts to keep allows +No king to touch another's spouse, +And, more than all, a prince's dame +High honour and respect may claim. +Back to the earth thy way incline, +Nor think of one who is not thine. +Heroic souls should hold it shame +To stoop to deeds which others blame, +And all respect by them is shown +To dames of others as their own. +Not every case of bliss and gain +The Scripture's holy texts explain, +And subjects, when that light is dim, +Look to their prince and follow him. +The king is bliss and profit, he +Is store of treasures fair to see, +And all the people's fortunes spring, +Their joy and misery, from the king. +If, lord of giant race, thy mind +Be fickle, false, to sin inclined, +How wilt thou kingly place retain? +High thrones in heaven no sinners gain. +The soul which gentle passions sway +Ne'er throws its nobler part away, +Nor will the mansion of the base +Long be the good man's dwelling-place. +Prince Rama, chief of high renown, +Has wronged thee not in field or town. +Ne'er has he sinned against thee: how +Canst thou resolve to harm him now? +If moved by Śúrpanakha's prayer +The giant Khara sought him there, +And fighting fell with baffled aim, +His and not Rama's is the blame. +Say, mighty lord of giants, say +What fault on Rama canst thou lay? +What has the world's great master done +That thou should steal his precious one? +Quick, quick the Maithil dame release; +Let Rama's consort go in peace, +Lest scorched by his terrific eye +Beneath his wrath thou fall and die +Like Vritra when Lord Indra threw +The lightning flame that smote and slew. +Ah fool, with blinded eyes to take +Home to thy heart a venomed snake! +Ah foolish eyes, too blind to see +That Death's dire coils entangle thee! +The prudent man his strength will spare, +Nor lift a load too great to bear. +Content is he with wholesome food +Which gives him life and strength renewed, +But who would dare the guilty deed +That brings no fame or glorious meed, +Where merit there is none to win +And vengeance soon o'ertakes the sin? +My course of life, Pulastya's son, +For sixty thousand years has run. +Lord of my kind I still maintain +Mine old hereditary reign. +I, worn by years, am older far +Than thou, young lord of bow and car, +In coat of glittering mail encased +And armed with arrows at thy waist, +But not unchallenged shalt thou go, +Or steal the dame without a blow. +Thou canst not, King, before mine eyes +Bear off unchecked thy lovely prize, +Safe as the truth of Scripture bent +By no close logic's argument. +Stay if thy courage let thee, stay +And meet me in the battle fray, +And thou shalt stain the earth with gore +Falling as Khara fell before. +Soon Rama, clothed in bark, shall smite +[pg 289] +Thee, his proud foe, in deadly fight,— +Rama, from whom have oft times fled +The Daitya hosts discomfited. +No power have I to kill or slay: +The princely youths are far away, +But soon shalt thou with fearful eye +Struck down beneath their arrows lie. +But while I yet have life and sense, +Thou shalt not, tyrant, carry hence +Fair Síta, Rama's honoured queen, +With lotus eyes and lovely mien. +Whate'er the pain, whate'er the cost, +Though in the struggle life be lost, +The will of Raghu's noblest son +And Daśaratha must be done. +Stay for a while, O Ravan, stay, +One hour thy flying car delay, +And from that glorious chariot thou +Shalt fall like fruit from shaken bough, +For I to thee, while yet I live, +The welcome of a foe will give.” +Canto LI. The Combat. +Ravan's red eyes in fury rolled: +Bright with his armlets' flashing gold, +In high disdain, by passion stirred +He rushed against the sovereign bird. +With clash and din and furious blows +Of murderous battle met the foes: +Thus urged by winds two clouds on high +Meet warring in the stormy sky. +Then fierce the dreadful combat raged +As fiend and bird in war engaged, +As if two winged mountains sped +To dire encounter overhead. +Keen pointed arrows thick and fast, +In never ceasing fury cast, +Rained hurtling on the vulture king +And smote him on the breast and wing. +But still that noblest bird sustained +The cloud of shafts which Ravan rained, +And with strong beak and talons bent +The body of his foeman rent. +Then wild with rage the ten-necked king +Laid ten swift arrows on his string,— +Dread as the staff of Death were they, +So terrible and keen to slay. +Straight to his ear the string he drew, +Straight to the mark the arrows flew, +And pierced by every iron head +The vulture's mangled body bled. +One glance upon the car he bent +Where Síta wept with shrill lament, +Then heedless of his wounds and pain +Rushed at the giant king again. +Then the brave vulture with the stroke +Of his resistless talons broke +The giant's shafts and bow whereon +The fairest pearls and jewels shone. +The monster paused, by rage unmanned: +A second bow soon armed his hand, +Whence pointed arrows swift and true +In hundreds, yea in thousands, flew. +The monarch of the vultures, plied +With ceaseless darts on every side, +Showed like a bird that turns to rest +Close covered by the branch-built nest. +He shook his pinions to repel +The storm of arrows as it fell; +Then with his talons snapped in two +The mighty bow which Ravan drew. +Next with terrific wing he smote +So fiercely on the giant's coat, +The harness, glittering with the glow +Of fire, gave way beneath the blow. +With storm of murderous strokes he beat +The harnessed asses strong and fleet,— +Each with a goblin's monstrous face +And plates of gold his neck to grace. +Then on the car he turned his ire,— +The will-moved car that shone like fire, +And broke the glorious chariot, broke +The golden steps and pole and yoke. +The chouris and the silken shade +Like the full moon to view displayed, +Together with the guards who held +Those emblems, to the ground he felled. +The royal vulture hovered o'er +The driver's head, and pierced and tore +With his strong beak and dreaded claws +His mangled brow and cheek and jaws. +With broken car and sundered bow, +His charioteer and team laid low, +One arm about the lady wound, +Sprang the fierce giant to the ground. +Spectators of the combat, all +The spirits viewed the monster's fall: +Lauding the vulture every one +Cried with glad voice, Well done! well done! +But weak with length of days, at last +The vulture's strength was failing fast. +The fiend again assayed to bear +The lady through the fields of air. +But when the vulture saw him rise +Triumphant with his trembling prize, +Bearing the sword that still was left +When other arms were lost or cleft, +Once more, impatient of repose, +Swift from the earth her champion rose, +Hung in the way the fiend would take, +And thus addressing Ravan spake: +“Thou, King of giants, rash and blind, +Wilt be the ruin of thy kind, +Stealing the wife of Rama, him +With lightning scars on chest and limb. +A mighty host obeys his will +And troops of slaves his palace fill; +[pg 290] +His lords of state are wise and true, +Kinsmen has he and retinue. +As thirsty travellers drain the cup, +Thou drinkest deadly poison up. +The rash and careless fool who heeds +No coming fruit of guilty deeds, +A few short years of life shall see, +And perish doomed to death like thee. +Say whither wilt thou fly to loose +Thy neck from Death's entangling noose, +Caught like the fish that finds too late +The hook beneath the treacherous bait? +Never, O King—of this be sure— +Will Raghu's fiery sons endure, +Terrific in their vengeful rage, +This insult to their hermitage. +Thy guilty hands this day have done +A deed which all reprove and shun, +Unworthly of a noble chief, +The pillage loved by coward thief. +Stay, if thy heart allow thee, stay +And meet me in the deadly fray. +Soon shall thou stain the earth with gore, +And fall as Khara fell before. +The fruits of former deeds o'erpower +The sinner in his dying hour: +And such a fate on thee, O King, +Thy tyranny and madness bring. +Not e'en the Self-existent Lord, +Who reigns by all the worlds adored, +Would dare attempt a guilty deed +Which the dire fruits of crime succeed.” +Thus brave Jaṭayus, best of birds, +Addressed the fiend with moving words, +Then ready for the swift attack +Swooped down upon the giant's back. +Down to the bone the talons went; +With many a wound the flesh was rent: +Such blows infuriate drivers deal +Their elephants with pointed steel. +Fixed in his back the strong beak lay, +The talons stripped the flesh away. +He fought with claws and beak and wing, +And tore the long hair of the king. +Still as the royal vulture beat +The giant with his wings and feet, +Swelled the fiend's lips, his body shook +With furious rage too great to brook. +About the Maithil dame he cast +One huge left arm and held her fast. +In furious rage to frenzy fanned +He struck the vulture with his hand. +Jatayus mocked the vain assay, +And rent his ten left arms away. +Down dropped the severed limbs: anew +Ten others from his body grew: +Thus bright with pearly radiance glide +Dread serpents from the hillock side, +Again in wrath the giant pressed +The lady closer to his breast, +And foot and fist sent blow on blow +In ceaseless fury at the foe. +So fierce and dire the battle, waged +Between those mighty champions, raged: +Here was the lord of giants, there +The noblest of the birds of air. +Thus, as his love of Rama taught, +The faithful vulture strove and fought. +But Ravan seized his sword and smote +His wings and side and feet and throat. +At mangled side and wing he bled; +He fell, and life was almost fled. +The lady saw her champion lie, +His plumes distained with gory dye, +And hastened to the vulture's side +Grieving as though a kinsman died. +The lord of Lanka's island viewed +The vulture as he lay: +Whose back like some dark cloud was hued, +His breast a paly grey, +Like ashes, when by none renewed, +The flame has died away. +The lady saw with mournful eye, +Her champion press the plain,— +The royal bird, her true ally +Whom Ravan's might had slain. +Her soft arms locked in strict embrace +Around his neck she kept, +And lovely with her moon-bright face +Bent o'er her friend and wept. +Canto LII. Ravan's Flight. +Fair as the lord of silvery rays +Whom every star in heaven obeys, +The Maithil dame her plaint renewed +O'er him by Ravan's might subdued: +“Dreams, omens, auguries foreshow +Our coming lot of weal and woe: +But thou, my Rama, couldst not see +The grievous blow which falls on thee. +The birds and deer desert the brakes +And show the path my captor takes, +And thus e'en now this royal bird +Flew to mine aid by pity stirred. +Slain for my sake in death he lies, +The broad-winged rover of the skies. +O Rama, haste, thine aid I crave: +O Lakshman, why delay to save? +Brave sons of old Ikshvaku, hear +And rescue in this hour of fear.” +Her flowery wreath was torn and rent, +Crushed was each sparkling ornament. +She with weak arms and trembling knees +Clung like a creeper to the trees, +And like some poor deserted thing +With wild shrieks made the forest ring. +But swift the giant reached her side, +[pg 291] +As loud on Rama's name she cried. +Fierce as grim Death one hand he laid +Upon her tresses' lovely braid. +“That touch, thou impious King, shall be +The ruin of thy race and thee.” +The universal world in awe +That outrage on the lady saw, +All nature shook convulsed with dread, +And darkness o'er the land was spread. +The Lord of Day grew dark and chill, +And every breath of air was still. +The Eternal Father of the sky +Beheld the crime with heavenly eye, +And spake with solemn voice, “The deed, +The deed is done, of old decreed.” +Sad were the saints within the grove, +But triumph with their sorrow strove. +They wept to see the Maithil dame +Endure the outrage, scorn, and shame: +They joyed because his life should pay +The penalty incurred that day. +Then Ravan raised her up, and bare +His captive through the fields of air, +Calling with accents loud and shrill +On Rama and on Lakshman still. +With sparkling gems on arm and breast, +In silk of paly amber dressed, +High in the air the Maithil dame +Gleamed like the lightning's flashing flame. +The giant, as the breezes blew +Upon her robes of amber hue, +And round him twined that gay attire, +Showed like a mountain girt with fire. +The lady, fairest of the fair, +Had wreathed a garland round her hair; +Its lotus petals bright and sweet +Rained down about the giant's feet. +Her vesture, bright as burning gold, +Gave to the wind each glittering fold, +Fair as a gilded cloud that gleams +Touched by the Day-God's tempered beams. +Yet struggling in the fiend's embrace, +The lady with her sweet pure face, +Far from her lord, no longer wore +The light of joy that shone before. +Like some sad lily by the side +Of waters which the sun has dried; +Like the pale moon uprising through +An autumn cloud of darkest hue, +So was her perfect face between +The arms of giant Ravan seen: +Fair with the charm of braided tress +And forehead's finished loveliness; +Fair with the ivory teeth that shed +White lustre through the lips' fine red, +Fair as the lotus when the bud +Is rising from the parent flood. +With faultless lip and nose and eye, +Dear as the moon that floods the sky +With gentle light, of perfect mould, +She seemed a thing of burnished gold, +Though on her cheek the traces lay +Of tears her hand had brushed away. +But as the moon-beams swiftly fade +Ere the great Day-God shines displayed, +So in that form of perfect grace +Still trembling in the fiend's embrace, +From her beloved Rama reft, +No light of pride or joy was left. +The lady with her golden hue +O'er the swart fiend a lustre threw, +As when embroidered girths enfold +An elephant with gleams of gold. +Fair as the lily's bending stem,— +Her arms adorned with many a gem, +A lustre to the fiend she lent +Gleaming from every ornament, +As when the cloud-shot flashes light +The shadows of a mountain height. +Whene'er the breezes earthward bore +The tinkling of the zone she wore, +He seemed a cloud of darkness hue +Sending forth murmurs as it flew. +As on her way the dame was sped +From her sweet neck fair flowers were shed, +The swift wind caught the flowery rain +And poured it o'er the fiend again. +The wind-stirred blossoms, sweet to smell, +On the dark brows of Ravan fell, +Like lunar constellations set +On Meru for a coronet. +From her small foot an anklet fair +With jewels slipped, and through the air, +Like a bright circlet of the flame +Of thunder, to the valley came. +The Maithil lady, fair to see +As the young leaflet of a tree +Clad in the tender hues of spring, +Flashed glory on the giant king, +As when a gold-embroidered zone +Around an elephant is thrown. +While, bearing far the lady, through +The realms of sky the giant flew, +She like a gleaming meteor cast +A glory round her as she passed. +Then from each limb in swift descent +Dropped many a sparkling ornament: +On earth they rested dim and pale +Like fallen stars when virtues fail.504 +Around her neck a garland lay +Bright as the Star-God's silvery ray: +It fell and flashed like Ganga sent +From heaven above the firmament.505 +The birds of every wing had flocked +To stately trees by breezes rocked: +[pg 292] +These bowed their wind-swept heads and said: +“My lady sweet, be comforted.” +With faded blooms each brook within +Whose waters moved no gleamy fin, +Stole sadly through the forest dell +Mourning the dame it loved so well. +From every woodland region near +Came lions, tigers, birds, and deer, +And followed, each with furious look, +The way her flying shadow took. +For Síta's loss each lofty hill +Whose tears were waterfall, and rill, +Lifting on high each arm-like steep, +Seemed in the general woe to weep. +When the great sun, the lord of day, +Saw Ravan tear the dame away, +His glorious light began to fail +And all his disk grew cold and pale. +“If Ravan from the forest flies +With Rama's Síta as his prize, +Justice and truth have vanished hence, +Honour and right and innocence.” +Thus rose the cry of wild despair +From spirits as they gathered there. +In trembling troops in open lawns +Wept, wild with woe, the startled fawns, +And a strange terror changed the eyes +They lifted to the distant skies. +On silvan Gods who love the dell +A sudden fear and trembling fell, +As in the deepest woe they viewed +The lady by the fiend subdued. +Still in loud shrieks was heard afar +That voice whose sweetness naught could mar, +While eager looks of fear and woe +She bent upon the earth below. +The lady of each winning wile +With pearly teeth and lovely smile, +Seized by the lord of Lanka's isle, +Looked down for friends in vain. +She saw no friend to aid her, none, +Not Rama nor the younger son +Of Daśaratha, and undone +She swooned with fear and pain. +Canto LIII. Síta's Threats. +Soon as the Maithil lady knew +That high through air the giant flew, +Distressed with grief and sore afraid +Her troubled spirit sank dismayed. +Then, as anew the waters welled +From those red eyes which sorrow swelled, +Forth in keen words her passion broke, +And to the fierce-eyed fiend she spoke: +“Canst thou attempt a deed so base, +Untroubled by the deep disgrace,— +To steal me from my home and fly, +When friend or guardian none was nigh? +Thy craven soul that longed to steal, +Fearing the blows that warriors deal, +Upon a magic deer relied +To lure my husband from my side, +Friend of his sire, the vulture king +Lies low on earth with mangled wing, +Who gave his aged life for me +And died for her he sought to free. +Ah, glorious strength indeed is thine, +Thou meanest of thy giant line, +Whose courage dared to tell thy name +And conquer in the fight a dame. +Does the vile deed that thou hast done +Cause thee no shame, thou wicked one— +A woman from her home to rend +When none was near his aid to lend? +Through all the worlds, O giant King, +The tidings of this deed will ring, +This deed in law and honour's spite +By one who claims a hero's might. +Shame on thy boasted valour, shame! +Thy prowess is an empty name. +Shame, giant, on this cursed deed +For which thy race is doomed to bleed! +Thou fliest swifter than the gale, +For what can strength like thine avail? +Stay for one hour, O Ravan, stay; +Thou shalt not flee with life away. +Soon as the royal chieftains' sight +Falls on the thief who roams by night, +Thou wilt not, tyrant, live one hour +Though backed by all thy legions' power. +Ne'er can thy puny strength sustain +The tempest of their arrowy rain: +Have e'er the trembling birds withstood +The wild flames raging in the wood? +Hear me, O Ravan, let me go, +And save thy soul from coming woe. +Or if thou wilt not set me free, +Wroth for this insult done to me. +With his brave brother's aid my lord +Against thy life will raise his sword. +A guilty hope inflames thy breast +His wife from Rama's home to wrest. +Ah fool, the hope thou hast is vain; +Thy dreams of bliss shall end in pain. +If torn from all I love by thee +My godlike lord no more I see, +Soon will I die and end my woes, +Nor live the captive of my foes. +Ah fool, with blinded eyes to choose +The evil and the good refuse! +So the sick wretch with stubborn will +Turns fondly to the cates that kill, +And madly draws his lips away +From medicine that would check decay. +About thy neck securely wound +[pg 293] +The deadly coil of Fate is bound, +And thou, O Ravan, dost not fear +Although the hour of death is near. +With death-doomed sight thine eyes behold +The gleaming of the trees of gold,— +See dread Vaitarani, the flood +That rolls a stream of foamy blood,— +See the dark wood by all abhorred— +Its every leaf a threatening sword. +The tangled thickets thou shall tread +Where thorns with iron points are spread. +For never can thy days be long, +Base plotter of this shame and wrong +To Rama of the lofty soul: +He dies who drinks the poisoned bowl. +The coils of death around thee lie: +They hold thee and thou canst not fly. +Ah whither, tyrant, wouldst thou run +The vengeance of my lord to shun? +By his unaided arm alone +Were twice seven thousand fiends o'erthrown: +Yes, in the twinkling of an eye +He forced thy mightiest fiends to die. +And shall that lord of lion heart, +Skilled in the bow and spear and dart, +Spare thee, O fiend, in battle strife, +The robber of his darling wife?” +These were her words, and more beside, +By wrath and bitter hate supplied. +Then by her woe and fear o'erthrown +She wept again and made her moan. +As long she wept in grief and dread, +Scarce conscious of the words she said, +The wicked giant onward fled +And bore her through the air. +As firm he held the Maithil dame, +Still wildly struggling, o'er her frame +With grief and bitter misery came +The trembling of despair. +Canto LIV. Lanka. +He bore her on in rapid flight, +And not a friend appeared in sight. +But on a hill that o'er the wood +Raised its high top five monkeys stood. +From her fair neck her scarf she drew, +And down the glittering vesture flew. +With earring, necklet, chain, and gem, +Descending in the midst of them: +“For these,” she thought, “my path may show, +And tell my lord the way I go.” +Nor did the fiend, in wild alarm, +Mark when she drew from neck and arm +And foot the gems and gold, and sent +To earth each gleaming ornament. +The monkeys raised their tawny eyes +That closed not in their first surprise, +And saw the dark-eyed lady, where +She shrieked above them in the air. +High o'er their heads the giant passed +Holding the weeping lady fast. +O'er Pampa's flashing flood he sped +And on to Lanka's city fled. +He bore away in senseless joy +The prize that should his life destroy, +Like the rash fool who hugs beneath +His robe a snake with venomed teeth. +Swift as an arrow from a bow, +Speeding o'er lands that lay below, +Sublime in air his course he took +O'er wood and rock and lake and brook. +He passed at length the sounding sea +Where monstrous creatures wander free,— +Seat of Lord Varun's ancient reign, +Controller of the eternal main. +The angry waves were raised and tossed +As Ravan with the lady crossed, +And fish and snake in wild unrest +Showed flashing fin and gleaming crest. +Then from the blessed troops who dwell +In air celestial voices fell: +“O ten-necked King,” they cried, “attend: +This guilty deed will bring thine end.” +Then Ravan speeding like the storm, +Bearing his death in human form, +The struggling Síta, lighted down +In royal Lanka's glorious town; +A city bright and rich, that showed +Well-ordered street and noble road; +Arranged with just division, fair +With multitudes in court and square. +Thus, all his journey done, he passed +Within his royal home at last. +There in a queenly bower he placed +The black-eyed dame with dainty waist: +Thus in her chamber Maya laid +The lovely Maya, demon maid. +Then Ravan gave command to all +The dread she-fiends who filled the hall: +“This captive lady watch and guard +From sight of man and woman barred. +But all the fair one asks beside +Be with unsparing hand supplied: +As though 'twere I that asked, withhold +No pearls or dress or gems or gold. +And she among you that shall dare +Of purpose or through want of care +One word to vex her soul to say, +Throws her unvalued life away.” +Thus spake the monarch of their race +To those she-fiends who thronged the place, +And pondering on the course to take +Went from the chamber as he spake. +He saw eight giants, strong and dread, +On flesh of bleeding victims fed, +Proud in the boon which Brahma gave, +[pg 294] +And trusting in its power to save. +He thus the mighty chiefs addressed +Of glorious power and strength possessed: +“Arm, warriors, with the spear and bow; +With all your speed from Lanka go, +For Janasthan, our own no more, +Is now defiled with giants' gore; +The seat of Khara's royal state +Is left unto us desolate. +In your brave hearts and might confide, +And cast ignoble fear aside. +Go, in that desert region dwell +Where the fierce giants fought and fell. +A glorious host that region held, +For power and might unparalleled, +By Dúshan and brave Khara led,— +All, slain by Rama's arrows, bled. +Hence boundless wrath that spurns control +Reigns paramount within my soul, +And naught but Rama's death can sate +The fury of my vengeful hate. +I will not close my slumbering eyes +Till by this hand my foeman dies. +And when mine arm has slain the foe +Who laid those giant princes low, +Long will I triumph in the deed, +Like one enriched in utmost need. +Now go; that I this end may gain, +In Janasthan, O chiefs, remain. +Watch Rama there with keenest eye, +And all his deeds and movements spy. +Go forth, no helping art neglect, +Be brave and prompt and circumspect, +And be your one endeavour still +To aid mine arm this foe to kill. +Oft have I seen your warrior might +Proved in the forehead of the fight, +And sure of strength I know so well +Send you in Janasthan to dwell.” +The giants heard with prompt assent +The pleasant words he said, +And each before his master bent +For meet salute, his head. +Then as he bade, without delay, +From Lanka's gate they passed, +And hurried forward on their way +Invisible and fast. +Canto LV. Síta In Prison. +Thus Ravan his commandment gave +To those eight giants strong and brave, +So thinking in his foolish pride +Against all dangers to provide. +Then with his wounded heart aflame +With love he thought upon the dame, +And took with hasty steps the way +To the fair chamber where she lay. +He saw the gentle lady there +Weighed down by woe too great to bear, +Amid the throng of fiends who kept +Their watch around her as she wept: +A pinnace sinking neath the wave +When mighty winds around her rave: +A lonely herd-forsaken deer, +When hungry dogs are pressing near. +Within the bower the giant passed: +Her mournful looks were downward cast. +As there she lay with streaming eyes +The giant bade the lady rise, +And to the shrinking captive showed +The glories of his rich abode, +Where thousand women spent their days +In palaces with gold ablaze; +Where wandered birds of every sort, +And jewels flashed in hall and court. +Where noble pillars charmed the sight +With diamond and lazulite, +And others glorious to behold +With ivory, crystal, silver, gold. +There swelled on high the tambour's sound, +And burnished ore was bright around +He led the mournful lady where +Resplendent gold adorned the stair, +And showed each lattice fair to see +With silver work and ivory: +Showed his bright chambers, line on line, +Adorned with nets of golden twine. +Beyond he showed the Maithil dame +His gardens bright as lightning's flame, +And many a pool and lake he showed +Where blooms of gayest colour glowed. +Through all his home from view to view +The lady sunk in grief he drew. +Then trusting in her heart to wake +Desire of all she saw, he spake: +“Three hundred million giants, all +Obedient to their master's call, +Not counting young and weak and old, +Serve me with spirits fierce and bold. +A thousand culled from all of these +Wait on the lord they long to please. +This glorious power, this pomp and sway, +Dear lady, at thy feet I lay: +Yea, with my life I give the whole, +O dearer than my life and soul. +A thousand beauties fill my hall: +Be thou my wife and rule them all. +O hear my supplication! why +This reasonable prayer deny? +Some pity to thy suitor show, +For love's hot flames within me glow. +This isle a hundred leagues in length, +Encompassed by the ocean's strength, +Would all the Gods and fiends defy +Though led by Him who rules the sky. +No God in heaven, no sage on earth, +No minstrel of celestial birth, +[pg 295] +No spirit in the worlds I see +A match in power and might for me. +What wilt thou do with Rama, him +Whose days are short, whose light is dim, +Expelled from home and royal sway, +Who treads on foot his weary way? +Leave the poor mortal to his fate, +And wed thee with a worthier mate. +My timid love, enjoy with me +The prime of youth before it flee. +Do not one hour the hope retain +To look on Rama's face again. +For whom would wildest thought beguile +To seek thee in the giants' isle? +Say who is he has power to bind +In toils of net the rushing wind. +Whose is the mighty hand will tame +And hold the glory of the flame? +In all the worlds above, below, +Not one, O fair of form, I know +Who from this isle in fight could rend +The lady whom these arms defend. +Fair Queen, o'er Lanka's island reign, +Sole mistress of the wide domain. +Gods, rovers of the night like me, +And all the world thy slaves will be. +O'er thy fair brows and queenly head +Let consecrating balm be shed, +And sorrow banished from thy breast, +Enjoy my love and take thy rest. +Here never more thy soul shall know +The memory of thy former woe, +And here shall thou enjoy the meed +Deserved by every virtuous deed. +Here garlands glow of flowery twine, +With gorgeous hues and scent divine. +Take gold and gems and rich attire: +Enjoy with me thy heart's desire. +There stand, of chariots far the best, +The car my brother once possessed. +Which, victor in the stricken field, +I forced the Lord of Gold to yield. +'Tis wide and high and nobly wrought, +Bright as the sun and swift as thought. +Therein O Síta, shalt thou ride +Delighted by thy lover's side. +But sorrow mars with lingering trace +The splendour of thy lotus face. +A cloud of woe is o'er it spread, +And all the light of joy is fled.” +The lady, by her woe distressed, +One corner of her raiment pressed +To her sad cheek like moonlight clear, +And wiped away a falling tear. +The rover of the night renewed +His eager pleading as he viewed +The lady stand like one distraught, +Striving to fix her wandering thought: +“Think not, sweet lady, of the shame +Of broken vows, nor fear the blame. +The saints approve with favouring eyes +This union knit with marriage ties. +O beauty, at thy radiant feet +I lay my heads, and thus entreat. +One word of grace, one look I crave: +Have pity on thy prostrate slave. +These idle words I speak are vain, +Wrung forth by love's consuming pain, +And ne'er of Ravan be it said +He wooed a dame with prostrate head.” +Thus to the Maithil lady sued +The monarch of the giant brood, +And “She is now mine own,” he thought, +In Death's dire coils already caught. +Canto LVI. Síta's Disdain. +His words the Maithil lady heard +Oppressed by woe but undeterred. +Fear of the fiend she cast aside, +And thus in noble scorn replied: +“His word of honour never stained +King Daśaratha nobly reigned, +The bridge of right, the friend of truth. +His eldest son, a noble youth, +Is Rama, virtue's faithful friend, +Whose glories through the worlds extend. +Long arms and large full eyes has he, +My husband, yea a God to me. +With shoulders like the forest king's, +From old Ikshvaku's line he springs. +He with his brother Lakshman's aid +Will smite thee with the vengeful blade. +Hadst thou but dared before his eyes +To lay thine hand upon the prize, +Thou stretched before his feet hadst lain +In Janasthan like Khara slain. +Thy boasted rovers of the night +With hideous shapes and giant might,— +Like serpents when the feathered king +Swoops down with his tremendous wing,— +Will find their useless venom fail +When Rama's mighty arms assail. +The rapid arrows bright with gold, +Shot from the bow he loves to hold, +Will rend thy frame from flank to flank +As Ganga's waves erode the bank. +Though neither God nor fiend have power +To slay thee in the battle hour, +Yet from his hand shall come thy fate, +Struck down before his vengeful hate. +That mighty lord will strike and end +The days of life thou hast to spend. +Thy days are doomed, thy life is sped +Like victims to the pillar led. +Yea, if the glance of Rama bright +With fury on thy form should light, +Thou scorched this day wouldst fall and die +[pg 296] +Like Kama slain by Rudra's eye.506 +He who from heaven the moon could throw, +Or bid its bright rays cease to glow,— +He who could drain the mighty sea +Will set his darling Síta free. +Fled is thy life, thy glory, fled +Thy strength and power: each sense is dead. +Soon Lanka widowed by thy guilt +Will see the blood of giants spilt. +This wicked deed, O cruel King, +No triumph, no delight will bring. +Thou with outrageous might and scorn +A woman from her lord hast torn. +My glorious husband far away, +Making heroic strength his stay, +Dwells with his brother, void of fear, +In Danḍak forest lone and drear. +No more in force of arms confide: +That haughty strength, that power and pride +My hero with his arrowy rain +From all thy bleeding limbs will drain. +When urged by fate's dire mandate, nigh +Comes the fixt hour for men to die. +Caught in Death's toils their eyes are blind, +And folly takes each wandering mind. +So for the outrage thou hast done +The fate is near thou canst not shun,— +The fate that on thyself and all +Thy giants and thy town shall fall. +I spurn thee: can the altar dight +With vessels for the sacred rite, +O'er which the priest his prayer has said, +Be sullied by an outcaste's tread? +So me, the consort dear and true +Of him who clings to virtue too, +Thy hated touch shall ne'er defile, +Base tyrant lord of Lanka's isle. +Can the white swan who floats in pride +Through lilies by her consort's side, +Look for one moment, as they pass, +On the poor diver in the grass? +This senseless body waits thy will, +To torture, chain, to wound or kill. +I will not, King of giants, strive +To keep this fleeting soul alive +But never shall they join the name +Of Síta with reproach and shame.” +Thus as her breast with fury burned +Her bitter speech the dame returned. +Such words of rage and scorn, the last +She uttered, at the fiend she cast. +Her taunting speech the giant heard, +And every hair with anger stirred. +Then thus with fury in his eye +He made in threats his fierce reply: +“Hear Maithil lady, hear my speech: +List to my words and ponder each. +If o'er thy head twelve months shall fly +And thou thy love wilt still deny, +My cooks shall mince thy flesh with steel +And serve it for my morning meal.” +Thus with terrific threats to her +Spake Ravan, cruel ravener. +Mad with the rage her answer woke +He called the fiendish train and spoke: +“Take her, ye Rakshas dames, who fright +With hideous form and mien the sight, +Who make the flesh of men your food,— +And let her pride be soon subdued.” +He spoke, and at his word the band +Of fiendish monsters raised each hand +In reverence to the giant king, +And pressed round Síta in a ring. +Ravan once more with stern behest +To those she-fiends his speech addressed: +Shaking the earth beneath his tread, +He stamped his furious foot and said: +“To the Aśoka garden bear +The dame, and guard her safely there +Until her stubborn pride be bent +By mingled threat and blandishment. +See that ye watch her well, and tame, +Like some she-elephant, the dame.” +They led her to that garden where +The sweetest flowers perfumed the air, +Where bright trees bore each rarest fruit, +And birds, enamoured, ne'er were mute. +Bowed down with terror and distress, +Watched by each cruel giantess,— +Like a poor solitary deer +When ravening tigresses are near,— +The hapless lady lay distraught +Like some wild thing but newly caught, +And found no solace, no relief +From agonizing fear and grief; +Not for one moment could forget +Each terrifying word and threat, +Or the fierce eyes upon her set +By those who watched around. +She thought of Rama far away, +She mourned for Lakshman as she lay +In grief and terror and dismay +Half fainting on the ground. +Canto LVII. Síta Comforted. +Soon as the fiend had set her down +Within his home in Lanka's town +Triumph and joy filled Indra's breast, +Whom thus the Eternal Sire addressed: +“This deed will free the worlds from woe +And cause the giants' overthrow. +The fiend has borne to Lanka's isle +The lady of the lovely smile, +True consort born to happy fate +With features fair and delicate. +[pg 297] +She looks and longs for Rama's face, +But sees a crowd of demon race, +And guarded by the giant's train +Pines for her lord and weeps in vain. +But Lanka founded on a steep +Is girdled by the mighty deep, +And how will Rama know his fair +And blameless wife is prisoned there? +She on her woe will sadly brood +And pine away in solitude, +And heedless of herself, will cease +To live, despairing of release. +Yes, pondering on her fate, I see +Her gentle life in jeopardy. +Go, Indra, swiftly seek the place, +And look upon her lovely face. +Within the city make thy way: +Let heavenly food her spirit stay.” +Thus Brahma spake: and He who slew +The cruel demon Paka, flew +Where Lanka's royal city lay, +And Sleep went with him on his way. +“Sleep,” cried the heavenly Monarch, “close +Each giant's eye in deep repose.” +Thus Indra spoke, and Sleep fulfilled +With joy his mandate, as he willed, +To aid the plan the Gods proposed, +The demons' eyes in sleep she closed. +Then Śachí's lord, the Thousand-eyed, +To the Aśoka garden hied. +He came and stood where Síta lay, +And gently thus began to say: +“Lord of the Gods who hold the sky, +Dame of the lovely smile, am I. +Weep no more, lady, weep no more; +Thy days of woe will soon be o'er. +I come, O Janak's child, to be +The helper of thy lord and thee. +He through my grace, with hosts to aid, +This sea-girt land will soon invade. +'Tis by my art that slumbers close +The eyelids of thy giant foes. +Now I, with Sleep, this place have sought, +Videhan lady, and have brought +A gift of heaven's ambrosial food +To stay thee in thy solitude. +Receive it from my hand, and taste, +O lady of the dainty waist: +For countless ages thou shall be +From pangs of thirst and hunger free.” +But doubt within her bosom woke +As to the Lord of Gods she spoke: +“How may I know for truth that thou +Whose form I see before me now +Art verily the King adored +By heavenly Gods, and Śachí's lord? +With Raghu's sons I learnt to know +The certain signs which Godhead show. +These marks before mine eyes display +If o'er the Gods thou bear the sway.” +The heavenly lord of Śachí heard, +And did according to her word. +Above the ground his feet were raised; +With eyelids motionless he gazed. +No dust upon his raiment lay, +And his bright wreath was fresh and gay. +Nor was the lady's glad heart slow +The Monarch of the Gods to know, +And while the tears unceasing ran +From her sweet eyes she thus began: +“My lord has gained a friend in thee, +And I this day thy presence see +Shown clearly to mine eyes, as when +Rama and Lakshman, lords of men, +Beheld it, and their sire the king, +And Janak too from whom I spring. +Now I, O Monarch of the Blest, +Will eat this food at thy behest, +Which thou hast brought me, of thy grace, +To aid and strengthen Raghu's race.” +She spoke, and by his words relieved, +The food from Indra's hand received, +Yet ere she ate the balm he brought, +On Lakshman and her lord she thought. +“If my brave lord be still alive, +If valiant Lakshman yet survive, +May this my taste of heavenly food +Bring health to them and bliss renewed!” +She ate, and that celestial food +Stayed hunger, thirst, and lassitude, +And all her strength restored. +Great joy her hopeful spirit stirred +At the glad tidings newly heard +Of Lakshman and her lord. +And Indra's heart was joyful too: +He bade the Maithil dame adieu, +His saving errand done. +With Sleep beside him parting thence +He sought his heavenly residence +To prosper Raghu's son. +Canto LVIII. The Brothers' Meeting. +When Rama's deadly shaft had struck +The giant in the seeming buck, +The chieftain turned him from the place +His homeward way again to trace. +Then as he hastened onward, fain +To look upon his spouse again, +Behind him from a thicket nigh +Rang out a jackal's piercing cry. +Alarmed he heard the startling shriek +That raised his hair and dimmed his cheek, +And all his heart was filled with doubt +As the shrill jackal's cry rang out: +“Alas, some dire disaster seems +Portended by the jackal's screams. +O may the Maithil dame be screened +From outrage of each hungry fiend! +[pg 298] +Alas, if Lakshman chanced to hear +That bitter cry of woe and fear +What time Marícha, 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. +Too well I see the demon band +The slaughter of my love have planned. +Me far from home and Síta's view +The seeming deer Marícha drew. +He led me far through brake and dell +Till wounded by my shaft he fell, +And as he sank rang out his cry, +“O save me, Lakshman, or I die.” +May it be well with both who stayed +In the great wood with none to aid, +For every fiend is now my foe +For Janasthan's great overthrow, +And many an omen seen to-day +Has filled my heart with sore dismay.” +Such were the thoughts and sad surmise +Of Rama at the jackal's cries, +And all his heart within him burned +As to his cot his steps he turned. +He pondered on the deer that led +His feet to follow where it fled, +And sad with many a bitter thought +His home in Janasthan he sought. +His soul was dark with woe and fear +When flocks of birds and troops of deer +Move round him from the left, and raised +Discordant voices as they gazed. +The omens which the chieftain viewed +The terror of his soul renewed, +When lo, to meet him Lakshman sped +With brows whence all the light had fled. +Near and more near the princes came, +Each brother's heart and look the same; +Alike on each sad visage lay +The signs of misery and dismay, +Then Rama by his terror moved +His brother for his fault reproved +In leaving Síta far from aid +In the wild wood where giants strayed. +Lakshman's left hand he took, and then +In gentle tones the prince of men, +Though sharp and fierce their tenour ran, +Thus to his brother chief began: +“O Lakshman, thou art much to blame +Leaving alone the Maithil dame, +And flying hither to my side: +O, may no ill my spouse betide! +But ah, I know my wife is dead, +And giants on her limbs have fed, +So strange, so terrible are all +The omens which my heart appal. +O Lakshman, may we yet return +The safety of my love to learn. +To find the child of Janak still +Alive and free from scathe and ill! +Each bird with notes of warning screams, +Though the hot sun still darts his beams. +The moan of deer, the jackal's yell +Of some o'erwhelming misery tell. +O mighty brother, still may she, +My princess, live from danger free! +That semblance of a golden deer +Allured me far away, +I followed nearer and more near, +And longed to take the prey. +I followed where the quarry fled: +My deadly arrow flew, +And as the dying creature bled, +The giant met my view. +Great fear and pain oppress my heart +That dreads the coming blow, +And through my left eye keenly dart +The throbs that herald woe. +Ah Lakshman, all these signs dismay, +My soul that sinks with dread, +I know my love is torn away, +Or, haply, she is dead.” +Canto LIX. Rama's Return. +When Rama saw his brother stand +With none beside him, all unmanned, +Eager he questioned why he came +So far without the Maithil dame: +“Where is my wife, my darling, she +Who to the wild wood followed me? +Where hast thou left my lady, where +The dame who chose my lot to share? +Where is my love who balms my woe +As through the forest wilds I go, +Unkinged and banished and disgraced,— +My darling of the dainty waist? +She nerves my spirit for the strife, +She, only she gives zest to life, +Dear as my breath is she who vies +In charms with daughters of the skies. +If Janak's child be mine no more, +In splendour fair as virgin ore, +The lordship of the skies and earth +To me were prize of little worth. +Ah, lives she yet, the Maithil dame, +Dear as the soul within this frame? +O, let not all my toil be vain, +The banishment, the woe and pain! +O, let not dark Kaikeyí win +The guerdon of her treacherous sin, +If, Síta lost, my days I end, +And thou without me homeward wend! +O, let not good Kauśalya shed +Her bitter tears to mourn me dead, +Nor her proud rival's hest obey, +Strong in her son and queenly sway! +Back to my cot will I repair +If Síta live to greet me there, +[pg 299] +But if my wife have perished, I +Reft of my love will surely die. +O Lakshman, if I seek my cot, +Look for my love and find her not +Sweet welcome with her smile to give, +I tell thee, I will cease to live. +O answer,—let thy words be plain,— +Lives Síta yet, or is she slain? +Didst thou thy sacred trust betray +Till ravening giants seized the prey? +Ah me, so young, so soft and fair, +Lapped in all bliss, untried by care, +Rent from her own dear husband, how +Will she support her misery now? +That voice, O Lakshman smote thine ear, +And filled, I ween, thy heart with fear, +When on thy name for succour cried +The treacherous giant ere he died. +That voice too like mine own, I ween, +Was heard by the Videhan queen. +She bade thee seek my side to aid, +And quickly was the hest obeyed, +But ah, thy fault I needs must blame, +To leave alone the helpless dame, +And let the cruel giants sate +The fury of their murderous hate. +Those blood-devouring demons all +Grieve in their souls for Khara's fall, +And Síta, none to guard her side, +Torn by their cruel hands has died. +I sink, O tamer of thy foes, +Deep in the sea of whelming woes. +What can I now? I must endure +The mighty grief that mocks at cure.” +Thus, all his thoughts on Síta bent, +To Janasthan the chieftain went, +Hastening on with eager stride, +And Lakshman hurried by his side. +With toil and thirst and hunger worn, +His breast with doubt and anguish torn, +He sought the well-known spot. +Again, again he turned to chide +With quivering lips which terror dried: +He looked, and found her not. +Within his leafy home he sped, +Each pleasant spot he visited +Where oft his darling strayed. +“'Tis as I feared,” he cried, and there, +Yielding to pangs too great to bear, +He sank by grief dismayed. +Canto LX. Lakshman Reproved. +But Rama ceased not to upbraid, +His brother for untimely aid, +And thus, while anguish wrung his breast, +The chief with eager question pressed: +“Why, Lakshman, didst thou hurry hence +And leave my wife without defence? +I left her in the wood with thee, +And deemed her safe from jeopardy. +When first thy form appeared in view, +I marked that Síta came not too. +With woe my troubled soul was rent, +Prophetic of the dire event. +Thy coming steps afar I spied, +I saw no Síta by thy side, +And felt a sudden throbbing dart +Through my left eye, and arm, and heart.” +Lakshman, with Fortune's marks impressed, +His brother mournfully addressed: +“Not by my heart's free impulse led, +Leaving thy wife to thee I sped; +But by her keen reproaches sent, +O Rama, to thine aid I went. +She heard afar a mournful cry, +“O save me, Lakshman, or I die.” +The voice that spoke in moving tone +Smote on her ear and seemed thine own. +Soon as those accents reached her ear +She yielded to her woe and fear, +She wept o'ercome by grief, and cried, +“Fly, Lakshman, fly to Rama's side.” +Though many a time she bade me speed, +Her urgent prayer I would not heed. +I bade her in thy strength confide, +And thus with tender words replied: +“No giant roams the forest shade +From whom thy lord need shrink dismayed. +No human voice, believe me, spoke +Those words thy causeless fear that woke. +Can he whose might can save in woe +The heavenly Gods e'er stoop so low, +And with those piteous accents call +For succour like a caitiff thrall? +And why should wandering giants choose +The accents of thy lord to use, +In alien tones my help to crave, +And cry aloud, O Lakshman, save? +Now let my words thy spirit cheer, +Compose thy thoughts and banish fear. +In hell, in earth, or in the skies +There is not, and there cannot rise +A champion whose strong arm can slay +Thy Rama in the battle fray. +To heavenly hosts he ne'er would yield +Though Indra led them to the field.” +To soothe her thus I vainly sought: +Her heart with woe was still distraught. +While from her eyes the waters ran +Her bitter speech she thus began: +“Too well I see thy dark intent: +Thy lawless thoughts on me are bent. +Thou hopest, but thy hope is vain, +To win my love, thy brother slain. +Not love, but Bharat's dark decree +To share his exile counselled thee, +[pg 300] +Or hearing now his bitter cry +Thou surely to his aid wouldst fly. +For love of me, a stealthy foe +Thou choosest by his side to go, +And now thou longest that my lord +Should die, and wilt no help afford.” +Such were the words the lady said: +With angry fire my eyes were red. +With pale lips quivering in my rage +I hastened from the hermitage.” +He ceased; and frenzied by his pain +The son of Raghu spoke again: +“O brother, for thy fault I grieve, +The Maithil dame alone to leave. +Thou knowest that my arm is strong +To save me from the giant throng, +And yet couldst leave the cottage, spurred +To folly by her angry word. +For this thy deed I praise thee not,— +To leave her helpless in the cot, +And thus thy sacred charge forsake +For the wild words a woman spake. +Yea thou art all to blame herein, +And very grievous is thy sin. +That anger swayed thy faithless breast +And made thee false to my behest. +An arrow speeding from my bow +Has laid the treacherous giant low, +Who lured me eager for the chase +Far from my hermit dwelling-place. +The string with easy hand I drew, +The arrow as in pastime flew, +The wounded quarry bled. +The borrowed form was cast away, +Before mine eye a giant lay +With bright gold braceleted. +My arrow smote him in the chest: +The giant by the pain distressed +Raised his loud voice on high. +Far rang the mournful sound: mine own, +It seemed, were accent, voice, and tone, +They made thee leave my spouse alone +And to my rescue fly.” +Canto LXI. Rama's Lament. +As Rama sought his leafy cot +Through his left eye keen throbbings shot, +His wonted strength his frame forsook, +And all his body reeled and shook. +Still on those dreadful signs he thought,— +Sad omens with disaster fraught, +And from his troubled heart he cried, +“O, may no ill my spouse betide!” +Longing to gaze on Síta's face +He hastened to his dwelling-place, +Then sinking neath his misery's weight, +He looked and found it desolate. +Tossing his mighty arms on high +He sought her with an eager cry, +From spot to spot he wildly ran +Each corner of his home to scan. +He looked, but Síta was not there; +His cot was disolate and bare, +Like streamlet in the winter frost, +The glory of her lilies lost. +With leafy tears the sad trees wept +As a wild wind their branches swept. +Mourned bird and deer, and every flower +Drooped fainting round the lonely bower. +The silvan deities had fled +The spot where all the light was dead, +Where hermit coats of skin displayed, +And piles of sacred grass were laid. +He saw, and maddened by his pain +Cried in lament again, again: +“Where is she, dead or torn away, +Lost, or some hungry giant's prey? +Or did my darling chance to rove +For fruit and blossoms though the grove? +Or has she sought the pool or rill, +Her pitcher from the wave to fill?” +His eager eyes on fire with pain +He roamed about with maddened brain. +Each grove and glade he searched with care, +He sought, but found no Síta there. +He wildly rushed from hill to hill; +From tree to tree, from rill to rill, +As bitter woe his bosom rent +Still Rama roamed with fond lament: +“O sweet Kadamba say has she +Who loved thy bloom been seen by thee? +If thou have seen her face most fair, +Say, gentle tree, I pray thee, where. +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? +O Arjun, say, where is she now +Who loved to touch thy scented bough? +Do not thy graceful friend forget, +But tell me, is she living yet? +Speak, Basil, thou must surely know, +For like her limbs thy branches show,— +Most lovely in thy fair array +Of twining plant and tender spray. +Sweet Tila, fairest of the trees, +Melodious with the hum of bees, +Where is my darling Síta, tell,— +The dame who loved thy flowers so well? +Aśoka, act thy gentle part,— +Named Heartsease,507 give me what thou art, +To these sad eyes my darling show +And free me from this load of woe. +O Palm, in rich ripe fruitage dressed +Round as the beauties of her breast, +[pg 301] +If thou have heart to know and feel, +My peerless consort's fate reveal. +Hast thou, Rose-apple, chanced to view +My darling bright with golden hue? +If thou have seen her quickly speak, +Where is the dame I wildly seek? +O glorious Cassia, thou art gay +With all thy loveliest bloom to-day, +Where is my dear who loved to hold +In her full lap thy flowery gold?” +To many a tree and plant beside, +To Jasmin, Mango, Sal, he cried. +“Say, hast thou seen, O gentle deer, +The fawn-eyed Síta wandering here? +It may be that my love has strayed +To sport with fawns beneath the shade, +If thou, great elephant, have seen +My darling of the lovely mien, +Whose rounded limbs are soft and fine +As is that lissome trunk of thine, +O noblest of wild creatures, show +Where is the dame thou needs must know. +O tiger, hast thou chanced to see +My darling? very fair is she, +Cast all thy fear away, declare, +Where is my moon-faced darling, where? +There, darling of the lotus eye, +I see thee, and 'tis vain to fly, +Wilt thou not speak, dear love? I see +Thy form half hidden by the tree. +Stay if thou love me, Síta, stay +In pity cease thy heartless play. +Why mock me now? thy gentle breast +Was never prone to cruel jest. +'Tis vain behind yon bush to steal: +Thy shimmering silks thy path reveal. +Fly not, mine eyes pursue thy way; +For pity's sake, dear Síta, stay. +Ah me, ah me, my words are vain; +My gentle love is lost or slain. +How could her tender bosom spurn +Her husband on his home-return? +Ah no, my love is surely dead, +Fierce giants on her flesh have fed, +Rending the soft limbs of their prey +When I her lord was far away. +That moon-bright face, that polished brow, +Red lips, bright teeth—what are they now? +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. +Alas, 'twas vain those arms to raise +Soft as the young tree's tender sprays. +Ah, dainty meal for giants' lips +Were arms and quivering finger tips. +Ah, she who counted many a friend +Was left for fiends to seize and rend, +Was left by me without defence +From ravening giants' violence. +O Lakshman of the arm of might, +Say, is my darling love in sight? +O dearest Síta. where art thou? +Where is my darling consort now?” +Thus as he cried in wild lament +From grove to grove the mourner went, +Here for a moment sank to rest, +Then started up and onward pressed. +Thus roaming on like one distraught +Still for his vanished love he sought, +He searched in wood and hill and glade, +By rock and brook and wild cascade. +Through groves with restless step he sped +And left no spot unvisited. +Through lawns and woods of vast extent +Still searching for his love he went +With eager steps and fast. +For many a weary hour he toiled, +Still in his fond endeavour foiled, +Yet hoping to the last. +Canto LXII. Rama's Lament. +When all the toil and search was vain +He sought his leafy home again. +'Twas empty still: all scattered lay +The seats of grass in disarray. +He raised his shapely arms on high +And spoke aloud with bitter cry: +“Where is the Maithil dame?” he said, +“O, whither has my darling fled? +Who can have borne away my dame, +Or feasted on her tender frame? +If, Síta hidden by some tree, +Thou joyest still to mock at me, +Cease, cease thy cruel sport, and take +Compassion, or my heart will break. +Bethink thee, love, the gentle fawns +With whom thou playest on the lawns, +Impatient for thy coming wait +With streaming eyes disconsolate. +Reft of my love, I needs must go +Hence to the shades weighed down by woe. +The king our sire will see me there, +And cry, “O perjured Rama, where, +Where is thy faith, that thou canst speed +From exile ere the time decreed?” +Ah Síta, whither hast thou fled +And left me here disquieted, +A hapless mourner, reft of hope, +Too feeble with my woe to cope? +E'en thus indignant Glory flies +The wretch who stains his soul with lies. +If thou, my love, art lost to view, +I in my woe must perish too.” +Thus Rama by his grief distraught +Wept for the wife he vainly sought, +And Lakshman whose fraternal breast +Longed for his weal, the chief addressed +[pg 302] +Whose soul gave way beneath the pain +When all his eager search was vain, +Like some great elephant who stands +Sinking upon the treacherous sands: +“Not yet, O wisest chief, despair; +Renew thy toil with utmost care. +This noble hill where trees are green +Has many a cave and dark ravine. +The Maithil lady day by day +Delighted in the woods to stray, +Deep in the grove she wanders still, +Or walks by blossom-covered rill, +Or fish-loved river stealing through +Tall clusters of the dark bamboo. +Or else the dame with arch design +To prove thy mood, O Prince, and mine, +Far in some sheltering thicket lies +To frighten ere she meet our eyes. +Then come, renew thy labour, trace +The lady to her lurking-place, +And search the wood from side to side +To know where Síta loves to bide. +Collect thy thoughts, O royal chief, +Nor yield to unavailing grief.” +Thus Lakshman, by attention stirred, +To fresh attempts his brother spurred, +And Rama, as he ceased, began +With Lakshman's aid each spot to scan. +In eager search their way they took +Through wood, o'er hill, by pool and brook, +They roamed each mount, nor spared to seek +On ridge and crag and towering peak. +They sought the dame in every spot; +But all in vain; they found her not. +Above, below, on every side +They ranged the hill, and Rama cried, +“O Lakshman, O my brother still +No trace of Síta on the hill!” +Then Lakshman as he roamed the wood +Beside his glorious brother stood, +And while fierce grief his bosom burned +This answer to the chief returned: +“Thou, Rama, after toil and pain +Wilt meet the Maithil dame again, +As Vishnu, Bali's might subdued, +His empire of the earth renewed.”508 +Then Rama cried in mournful tone, +His spirit by his woe o'erthrown; +“The wood is searched from side to side, +No distant spot remains untried, +No lilied pool, no streamlet where +The lotus buds are fresh and fair. +Our eyes have searched the hill with all +His caves and every waterfall,— +But ah, not yet I find my wife, +More precious than the breath of life.” +As thus he mourned his vanished dame +A mighty trembling seized his frame, +And by o'erpowering grief assailed, +His troubled senses reeled and failed. +Too great to bear his misery grew, +And many a long hot sigh he drew, +Then as he wept and sobbed and sighed, +“O Síta, O my love!” he cried. +Then Lakshman, joining palm to palm, +Tried every art his woe to calm. +But Rama in his anguish heard +Or heeded not one soothing word, +Still for his spouse he mourned, and shrill +Rang out his lamentation still. +Canto LXIII. Rama's Lament. +Thus for his wife in vain he sought: +Then, his sad soul with pain distraught, +The hero of the lotus eyes +Filled all the air with frantic cries. +O'erpowered by love's strong influence, he +His absent wife still seemed to see, +And thus with accents weak and faint +Renewed with tears his wild complaint: +“Thou, fairer than their bloom, my spouse, +Art hidden by Aśoka boughs. +Those blooms have power to banish care, +But now they drive me to despair. +Thine arms are like the plantain's stem: +Why let the plantain cover them? +Thou art not hidden, love; thy feet +Betray thee in thy dark retreat. +Thou runnest in thy girlish sport +To flowery trees, thy dear resort. +But cease, O cease, my love, I pray, +To vex me with thy cruel play. +Such mockery in a holy spot +Where hermits dwell beseems thee not. +Ah, now I see thy fickle mind +To scornful mood too much inclined, +Come, large-eyed beauty, I implore; +Lone is the cot so dear before. +No, she is slain by giants; they +Have stolen or devoured their prey, +Or surely at my mournful cry +My darling to her lord would fly. +O Lakshman, see those troops of deer: +In each sad eye there gleams a tear. +Those looks of woe too clearly say +My consort is the giants' prey. +O noblest, fairest of the fair, +Where art thou, best of women, where? +This day will dark Kaikeyí find +Fresh triumph for her evil mind, +When I, who with my Síta came +Return alone, without my dame. +But ne'er can I return to see +Those chambers where my queen should be +And hear the scornful people speak +[pg 303] +Of Rama as a coward weak. +For mine will be the coward's shame +Who let the foeman steal his dame. +How can I seek my home, or brook +Upon Videha's king to look? +How listen, when he bids me tell, +My wanderings o'er, that all is well? +He, when I meet his eager view, +Will mark that Síta comes not too, +And when he hears the mournful tale +His wildered sense will reel and fail. +“O Daśaratha” will he cry, +“Blest in thy mansion in the sky!” +Ne'er to that town my steps shall bend, +That town which Bharat's arms defend, +For e'en the blessed homes above +Would seem a waste without my love. +Leave me, my brother, here, I pray; +To fair Ayodhya bend thy way. +Without my love I cannot bear +To live one hour in blank despair. +Round Bharat's neck thy fond arms twine, +And greet him with these words of mine: +“Dear brother, still the power retain, +And o'er the land as monarch reign.” +With salutation next incline +Before thy mother, his, and mine. +Still, brother, to my words attend, +And with all care each dame befriend. +To my dear mother's ear relate +My mournful tale and Síta's fate.” +Thus Rama gave his sorrow vent, +And from a heart which anguish rent, +Mourned for his wife in loud lament,— +Her of the glorious hair, +From Lakshman's cheek the colour fled, +And o'er his heart came sudden dread, +Sick, faint, and sore disquieted +By woe too great to bear. +Canto LXIV. Rama's Lament. +Reft of his love, the royal chief, +Weighed down beneath his whelming grief, +Desponding made his brother share +His grievous burden of despair. +Over his sinking bosom rolled +The flood of sorrow uncontrolled. +And as he wept and sighed, +In mournful accents faint and slow +With words congenial to his woe, +To Lakshman thus he cried: +“Brother, I ween, beneath the sun, +Of all mankind there lives not one +So full of sin, whose hand has done +Such cursed deeds as mine. +For my sad heart with misery bleeds, +As, guerdon of those evil deeds, +Still greater woe to woe succeeds +In never-ending line. +A life of sin I freely chose, +And from my past transgression flows +A ceaseless flood of bitter woes +My folly to repay. +The fruit of sin has ripened fast, +Through many a sorrow have I passed, +And now the crowning grief at last +Falls on my head to-day. +From all my faithful friends I fled, +My sire is numbered with the dead, +My royal rank is forfeited, +My mother far away. +These woes on which I sadly think +Fill, till it raves above the brink, +The stream of grief in which I sink,— +The flood which naught can stay. +Ne'er, brother, ne'er have I complained; +Though long by toil and trouble pained, +Without a murmur I sustained +The woes of woodland life. +But fiercer than the flames that rise +When crackling wood the food supplies,— +Flashing a glow through evening skies,— +This sorrow for my wife. +Some cruel fiend has seized the prey +And torn my trembling love away, +While, as he bore her through the skies, +She shrieked aloud with frantic cries, +In tones of fear which, wild and shrill, +Retained their native sweetness still. +Ah me, that breast so soft and sweet, +For sandal's precious perfume meet, +Now all detained with dust and gore, +Shall meet my fond caress no more. +That face, whose lips with tones so clear +Made pleasant music, sweet to hear,— +With soft locks plaited o'er the brow,— +Some giant's hand is on it now. +It smiles not, as the dear light fails +When Rahu's jaw the moon assails. +Ah, my true love! that shapely neck +She loved with fairest chains to deck, +The cruel demons rend, and drain +The lifeblood from each mangled vein. +Ah, when the savage monsters came +And dragged away the helpless dame, +The lady of the long soft eye +Called like a lamb with piteous cry. +Beneath this rock, O Lakshman, see, +My peerless consort sat with me, +And gently talked to thee the while, +Her sweet lips opening with a smile. +Here is that fairest stream which she +Loved ever, bright Godavarí. +Ne'er can the dame have passed this way: +So far alone she would not stray, +Nor has my darling, lotus-eyed, +Sought lilies by the river's side, +For without me she ne'er would go +[pg 304] +To streamlets where the wild flowers grow, +Tell me not, brother, she has strayed +To the dark forest's distant shade +Where blooming boughs are gay and sweet, +And bright birds love the cool retreat. +Alone my love would never dare,— +My timid love,—to wander there. +O Lord of Day whose eye sees all +We act and plan, on thee I call: +For naught is hidden from thy sight,— +Great witness thou of wrong and right. +Where is she, lost or torn away? +Dispel my torturing doubt and say. +And O thou Wind who blowest free, +The worlds have naught concealed from thee. +List to my prayer, reveal one trace +Of her, the glory of her race. +Say, is she stolen hence, or dead, +Or do her feet the forest tread?” +Thus with disordered senses, faint +With woe he poured his sad complaint, +And then, a better way to teach, +Wise Lakshman spoke in seemly speech: +“Up, brother dear, thy grief subdue, +With heart and soul thy search renew. +When woes oppress and dangers threat +Brave effort ne'er was fruitless yet.” +He spoke, but Rama gave no heed +To valiant Lakshman's prudent rede. +With double force the flood of pain +Rushed o'er his yielding soul again. +Canto LXV. Rama's Wrath. +With piteous voice, by woe subdued, +Thus Raghu's son his speech renewed: +“Thy steps, my brother, quickly turn +To bright Godavarí and learn +If Síta to the stream have hied +To cull the lilies on its side.” +Obedient to the words he said, +His brother to the river sped. +The shelving banks he searched in vain, +And then to Rama turned again. +“I searched, but found her not,” he cried; +“I called aloud, but none replied. +Where can the Maithil lady stray, +Whose sight would chase our cares away? +I know not where, her steps untraced, +Roams Síta of the dainty waist.” +When Rama heard the words he spoke +Again he sank beneath the stroke, +And with a bosom anguish-fraught +Himself the lovely river sought. +There standing on the shelving side, +“O Síta, where art thou?” he cried. +No spirit voice an answer gave, +No murmur from the trembling wave +Of sweet Godavarí declared +The outrage which the fiend had dared. +“O speak!” the pitying spirits cried, +But yet the stream their prayer denied, +Nor dared she, coldly mute, relate +To the sad chief his darling's fate +Of Ravan's awful form she thought, +And the dire deed his arm had wrought, +And still withheld by fear dismayed, +The tale for which the mourner prayed. +When hope was none, his heart to cheer, +That the bright stream his cry would hear +While sorrow for his darling tore +His longing soul he spake once more: +“Though I have sought with tears and sighs +Godarvarí no word replies, +O say, what answer can I frame +To Janak, father of my dame? +Or how before her mother stand +Leading no Síta by the hand? +Where is my loyal love who went +Forth with her lord to banishment? +Her faith to me she nobly held +Though from my realm and home expelled,— +A hermit, nursed on woodland fare,— +She followed still and soothed my care. +Of all my friends am I bereft, +Nor is my faithful consort left. +How slowly will the long nights creep +While comfortless I wake and weep! +O, if my wife may yet be found, +With humble love I'll wander round +This Janasthan, Praśravan's hill, +Mandakiní's delightful rill. +See how the deer with gentle eyes +Look on my face and sympathize. +I mark their soft expression: each +Would soothe me, if it could, with speech.” +A while the anxious throng he eyed. +And “Where is Síta, where?” he cried. +Thus while hot tears his utterance broke +The mourning son of Raghu spoke. +The deer in pity for his woes +Obeyed the summons and arose. +Upon his right thy stood, and raised +Their sad eyes up to heaven and gazed +Each to that quarter bent her look +Which Ravan with his captive took. +Then Raghu's son again they viewed, +And toward that point their way pursued. +Then Lakshman watched their looks intent +As moaning on their way they went, +And marked each sign which struck his sense +With mute expressive influence, +Then as again his sorrow woke +Thus to his brother chief he spoke: +“Those deer thy eager question heard +[pg 305] +And rose at once by pity stirred: +See, in thy search their aid they lend, +See, to the south their looks they bend. +Arise, dear brother, let us go +The way their eager glances show, +If haply sign or trace descried +Our footsteps in the search may guide.” +The son of Raghu gave assent, +And quickly to the south they went; +With eager eyes the earth he scanned, +And Lakshman followed close at hand. +As each to other spake his thought, +And round with anxious glances sought, +Scattered before them in the way, +Blooms of a fallen garland lay. +When Rama saw that flowery rain +He spoke once more with bitterest pain: +“O Lakshman every flower that lies +Here on the ground I recognize. +I culled them in the grove, and there +My darling twined them in her hair. +The sun, the earth, the genial breeze +Have spared these flowers my soul to please.” +Then to that woody hill he prayed, +Whence flashed afar each wild cascade: +“O best of mountains, hast thou seen +A dame of perfect form and mien +In some sweet spot with trees o'ergrown,— +My darling whom I left alone?” +Then as a lion threats a deer +He thundered with a voice of fear: +“Reveal her, mountain, to my view +With golden limbs and golden hue. +Where is my darling Síta? speak +Before I rend thee peak from peak.” +The mountain seemed her track to show, +But told not all he sought to know. +Then Daśaratha's son renewed +His summons as the mount he viewed: +“Soon as my flaming arrows fly, +Consumed to ashes shall thou lie +Without a herb or bud or tree, +And birds no more shall dwell in thee. +And if this stream my prayer deny, +My wrath this day her flood shall dry, +Because she lends no aid to trace +My darling of the lotus face.” +Thus Rama spake as though his ire +Would scorch them with his glance of fire; +Then searching farther on the ground +The footprint of a fiend he found, +And small light traces here and there, +Where Síta in her great despair, +Shrieking for Rama's help, had fled +Before the giant's mighty tread. +His careful eye each trace surveyed +Which Síta and the fiend had made,— +The quivers and the broken bow +And ruined chariot of the foe,— +And told, distraught by fear and grief, +His tidings to his brother chief: +“O Lakshman, here,” he cried “behold +My Síta's earrings dropped with gold. +Here lie her garlands torn and rent, +Here lies each glittering ornament. +O look, the ground on every side +With blood-like drops of gold is dyed. +The fiends who wear each strange disguise +Have seized, I ween, the helpless prize. +My lady, by their hands o'erpowered, +Is slaughtered, mangled, and devoured. +Methinks two fearful giants came +And waged fierce battle for the dame. +Whose, Lakshman, was this mighty bow +With pearls and gems in glittering row? +Cast to the ground the fragments lie, +And still their glory charms the eye. +A bow so mighty sure was planned +For heavenly God or giant's hand. +Whose was this coat of golden mail +Which, though its lustre now is pale, +Shone like the sun of morning, bright +With studs of glittering lazulite? +Whose, Lakshman, was this bloom-wreathed shade +With all its hundred ribs displayed? +This screen, most meet for royal brow, +With broken staff lies useless now. +And these tall asses, goblin-faced, +With plates of golden harness graced, +Whose hideous forms are stained with gore +Who is the lord whose yoke they bore? +Whose was this pierced and broken car +That shoots a flame-like blaze afar? +Whose these spent shafts at random spread, +Each fearful with its iron head,— +With golden mountings fair to see, +Long as a chariot's axle-tree? +These quivers see, which, rent in twain, +Their sheaves of arrows still contain. +Whose was this driver? Dead and cold, +His hands the whip and reins still hold. +See, Lakshman, here the foot I trace +Of man, nay, one of giant race. +The hatred that I nursed of old +Grows mightier now a hundred fold +Against these giants, fierce of heart, +Who change their forms by magic art. +Slain, eaten by the giant press, +Or stolen is the votaress, +Nor could her virtue bring defence +To Síta seized and hurried hence. +O, if my love be slain or lost +All hope of bliss for me is crossed. +The power of all the worlds were vain +To bring one joy to soothe my pain. +The spirits with their blinded eyes +Would look in wonder, and despise +The Lord who made the worlds, the great +Creator when compassionate. +And so, I ween, the Immortals turn +Cold eyes upon me now, and spurn +[pg 306] +The weakling prompt at pity's call, +Devoted to the good of all. +But from this day behold me changed, +From every gentle grace estranged. +Now be it mine all life to slay, +And sweep these cursed fiends away. +As the great sun leaps up the sky, +And the cold moonbeams fade and die, +So vengeance rises in my breast, +One passion conquering all the rest. +Gandharvas in their radiant place, +The Yakshas, and the giant race, +Kinnars and men shall look in vain +For joy they ne'er shall see again. +The anguish of my great despair, +O Lakshman, fills the heaven and air; +And I in wrath all life will slay +Within the triple world to-day. +Unless the Gods in heaven who dwell +Restore my Síta safe and well, +I armed with all the fires of Fate, +The triple world will devastate. +The troubled stars from heaven shall fall, +The moon be wrapped in gloomy pall, +The fire be quenched, the wind be stilled, +The radiant sun grow dark and chilled; +Crushed every mountain's towering pride, +And every lake and river dried, +Dead every creeper, plant, and tree, +And lost for aye the mighty sea. +Thou shalt the world this day behold +In wild disorder uncontrolled, +With dying life which naught defends +From the fierce storm my bowstring sends. +My shafts this day, for Síta's sake, +The life of every fiend shall take. +The Gods this day shall see the force +That wings my arrows on their course, +And mark how far that course is held, +By my unsparing wrath impelled. +No God, not one of Daitya strain, +Goblin or Rakshas shall remain. +My wrath shall end the worlds, and all +Demons and Gods therewith shall fall. +Each world which Gods, the Danav race, +And giants make their dwelling place, +Shall fall beneath my arrows sent +In fury when my bow is bent. +The arrows loosened from my string +Confusion on the worlds shall bring. +For she is lost or breathes no more, +Nor will the Gods my love restore. +Hence all on earth with life and breath +This day I dedicate to death. +All, till my darling they reveal, +The fury of my shafts shall feel.” +Thus as he spake by rage impelled, +Red grew his eyes, his fierce lips swelled. +His bark coat round his form he drew +And coiled his hermit braids anew, +Like Rudra when he yearned to slay +The demon Tripur509 in the fray. +So looked the hero brave and wise, +The fury flashing from his eyes. +Then Rama, conqueror of the foe, +From Lakshman's hand received his bow, +Strained the great string, and laid thereon +A deadly dart that flashed and shone, +And spake these words as fierce in ire +As He who ends the worlds with fire: +“As age and time and death and fate +All life with checkless power await, +So Lakshman in my wrath to-day +My vengeful might shall brook no stay, +Unless this day I see my dame +In whose sweet form is naught to blame,— +Yea, as before, my love behold +Fair with bright teeth and perfect mould, +This world shall feel a deadly blow +Destroyed with ruthless overthrow, +And serpent lords and Gods of air, +Gandharvas, men, the doom shall share.” +Canto LXVI. Lakshman's Speech. +He stood incensed with eyes of flame, +Still mourning for his ravished dame, +Determined, like the fire of Fate, +To leave the wide world desolate. +His ready bow the hero eyed, +And as again, again he sighed, +The triple world would fain consume +Like Hara510 in the day of doom. +Then Lakshman moved with sorrow viewed +His brother in unwonted mood, +And reverent palm to palm applied, +Thus spoke with lips which terror dried +“Thy heart was ever soft and kind, +To every creature's good inclined. +Cast not thy tender mood away, +Nor yield to anger's mastering sway. +The moon for gentle grace is known, +The sun has splendour all his own, +The restless wind is free and fast, +And earth in patience unsurpassed. +So glory with her noble fruit +Is thine eternal attribute. +O, let not, for the sin of one, +The triple world be all undone. +I know not whose this car that lies +In fragments here before our eyes, +Nor who the chiefs who met and fought, +Nor what the prize the foemen sought; +Who marked the ground with hoof and wheel, +[pg 307] +Or whose the hand that plied the steel +Which left this spot, the battle o'er, +Thus sadly dyed with drops of gore. +Searching with utmost care I view +The signs of one and not of two. +Where'er I turn mine eyes I trace +No mighty host about the place. +Then mete not out for one offence +This all-involving recompense. +For kings should use the sword they bear, +But mild in time should learn to spare, +Thou, ever moved by misery's call, +Wast the great hope and stay of all. +Throughout this world who would not blame +This outrage on thy ravished dame? +Gandharvas, Danavs, Gods, the trees, +The rocks, the rivers, and the seas, +Can ne'er in aught thy soul offend, +As one whom holiest rites befriend. +But him who dared to steal the dame +Pursue, O King, with ceaseless aim, +With me, the hermits' holy band, +And thy great bow to arm thy hand +By every mighty flood we'll seek, +Each wood, each hill from base to peak. +To the fair homes of Gods we'll fly, +And bright Gandharvas in the sky, +Until we reach, where'er he be, +The wretch who stole thy spouse from thee. +Then if the Gods will not restore +Thy Síta when the search is o'er, +Then, royal lord of Kośal's land, +No longer hold thy vengeful hand. +If meekness, prayer, and right be weak +To bring thee back the dame we seek, +Up, brother, with a deadly shower +Of gold-bright shafts thy foes o'erpower, +Fierce as the flashing levin sent +From King Mahendra's firmament. +Canto LXVII. Rama Appeased. +As Rama, pierced by sorrow's sting, +Lamented like a helpless thing, +And by his mighty woe distraught +Was lost in maze of troubled thought, +Sumitra's son with loving care +Consoled him in his wild despair, +And while his feet he gently pressed +With words like these the chief addressed: +“For sternest vow and noblest deed +Was Daśaratha blessed with seed. +Thee for his son the king obtained, +Like Amrit by the Gods regained. +Thy gentle graces won his heart, +And all too weak to live apart +The monarch died, as Bharat told, +And lives on high mid Gods enrolled. +If thou, O Rama, wilt not bear +This grief which fills thee with despair, +How shall a weaker man e'er hope, +Infirm and mean, with woe to cope? +Take heart, I pray thee, noblest chief: +What man who breathes is free from grief? +Misfortunes come and burn like flame, +Then fly as quickly as they came. +Yayati son of Nahush reigned +With Indra on the throne he gained. +But falling for a light offence +He mourned a while the consequence. +Vaśishṭha, reverend saint and sage, +Priest of our sire from youth to age, +Begot a hundred sons, but they +Were smitten in a single day.511 +And she, the queen whom all revere, +The mother whom we hold so dear, +The earth herself not seldom feels +Fierce fever when she shakes and reels. +And those twin lights, the world's great eyes, +On which the universe relies,— +Does not eclipse at times assail +Their brilliance till their fires grow pale? +The mighty Powers, the Immortal Blest +Bend to a law which none contest. +No God, no bodied life is free +From conquering Fate's supreme decree. +E'en Śakra's self must reap the meed +Of virtue and of sinful deed. +And O great lord of men, wilt thou +Helpless beneath thy misery bow? +No, if thy dame be lost or dead, +O hero, still be comforted, +Nor yield for ever to thy woe +O'ermastered like the mean and low. +Thy peers, with keen far-reaching eyes, +Spend not their hours in ceaseless sighs; +In dire distress, in whelming ill +Their manly looks are hopeful still. +To this, great chief, thy reason bend, +And earnestly the truth perpend. +By reason's aid the wisest learn +The good and evil to discern. +With sin and goodness scarcely known +Faint light by chequered lives is shown; +Without some clear undoubted deed +We mark not how the fruits succeed. +In time of old, O thou most brave, +To me thy lips such counsel gave. +Vṛihaspati512 can scarcely find +New wisdom to instruct thy mind. +For thine is wit and genius high +Meet for the children of the sky. +I rouse that heart benumbed by pain +And call to vigorous life again. +Be manly godlike vigour shown; +Put forth that noblest strength, thine own. +[pg 308] +Strive, best of old Ikshvaku's strain, +Strive till the conquered foe be slain. +Where is the profit or the joy +If thy fierce rage the worlds destroy? +Search till thou find the guilty foe, +Then let thy hand no mercy show.” +Canto LXVIII. Jatayus. +Thus faithful Lakshman strove to cheer +The prince with counsel wise and clear. +Who, prompt to seize the pith of all, +Let not that wisdom idly fall. +With vigorous effort he restrained +The passion in his breast that reigned, +And leaning on his bow for rest +His brother Lakshman thus addressed: +“How shall we labour now, reflect; +Whither again our search direct? +Brother, what plan canst thou devise +To bring her to these longing eyes?” +To him by toil and sorrow tried +The prudent Lakshman thus replied: +“Come, though our labour yet be vain, +And search through Janasthan again,— +A realm where giant foes abound, +And trees and creepers hide the ground. +For there are caverns deep and dread, +By deer and wild birds tenanted, +And hills with many a dark abyss, +Grotto and rock and precipice. +There bright Gandharvas love to dwell, +And Kinnars in each bosky dell. +With me thy eager search to aid +Be every hill and cave surveyed. +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.” +Then Rama, pierced by anger's sting, +Laid a keen arrow on his string, +And by the faithful Lakshman's side +Roamed through the forest far and wide. +Jaṭayus there with blood-drops dyed, +Lying upon the ground he spied, +Huge as a mountain's shattered crest, +Mid all the birds of air the best. +In wrath the mighty bird he eyed, +And thus the chief to Lakshman cried: +“Ah me, these signs the truth betray; +My darling was the vulture's prey. +Some demon in the bird's disguise +Roams through the wood that round us lies. +On large-eyed Síta he has fed, +And rests him now with wings outspread. +But my keen shafts whose flight is true, +Shall pierce the ravenous monster through.” +An arrow on the string he laid, +And rushing near the bird surveyed, +While earth to ocean's distant side +Trembled beneath his furious stride. +With blood and froth on neck and beak +The dying bird essayed to speak, +And with a piteous voice, distressed, +Thus Daśaratha's son addressed: +“She whom like some sweet herb of grace +Thou seekest in this lonely place, +Fair lady, is fierce Ravan's prey, +Who took, beside, my life away. +Lakshman and thou had parted hence +And left the dame without defence. +I saw her swiftly borne away +By Ravan's might which none could stay. +I hurried to the lady's aid, +I crushed his car and royal shade, +And putting forth my warlike might +Hurled Ravan to the earth in fight. +Here, Rama, lies his broken bow, +Here lie the arrows of the foe. +There on the ground before thee are +The fragments of his battle car. +There bleeds the driver whom my wings +Beat down with ceaseless buffetings. +When toil my aged strength subdued, +His sword my weary pinions hewed. +Then lifting up the dame he bare +His captive through the fields of air. +Thy vengeful blows from me restrain, +Already by the giant slain.” +When Rama heard the vulture tell +The tale that proved his love so well, +His bow upon the ground he placed, +And tenderly the bird embraced: +Then to the earth he fell o'erpowered, +And burning tears both brothers showered, +For double pain and anguish pressed +Upon the patient hero's breast. +The solitary bird he eyed +Who in the lone wood gasped and sighed, +And as again his anguish woke +Thus Rama to his brother spoke: +“Expelled from power the woods I tread, +My spouse is lost, the bird is dead. +A fate so sad, I ween, would tame +The vigour of the glorious flame. +If I to cool my fever tried +To cross the deep from side to side, +The sea,—so hard my fate,—would dry +His waters as my feet came nigh. +In all this world there lives not one +So cursed as I beneath the sun; +So strong a net of misery cast +Around me holds the captive fast, +Best of all birds that play the wing, +Loved, honoured by our sire the king, +The vulture, in my fate enwound, +Lies bleeding, dying on the ground.” +Then Rama and his brother stirred +[pg 309] +By pity mourned the royal bird, +And, as their hands his limbs caressed, +Affection for a sire expressed. +And Rama to his bosom strained +The bird with mangled wings distained, +With crimson blood-drops dyed. +He fell, and shedding many a tear, +“Where is my spouse than life more dear? +Where is my love?” he cried. +Canto LXIX. The Death Of Jatayus. +As Rama viewed with heart-felt pain +The vulture whom the fiend had slain, +In words with tender love impressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“This royal bird with faithful thought +For my advantage strove and fought. +Slain by the fiend in mortal strife +For me he yields his noble life. +See, Lakshman, how his wounds have bled; +His struggling breath will soon have fled. +Faint is his voice, and near to die, +He scarce can lift his trembling eye. +Jaṭayus, if thou still can speak, +Give, give the answer that I seek. +The fate of ravished Síta tell, +And how thy mournful chance befell. +Say why the giant stole my dame: +What have I done that he could blame? +What fault in me has Ravan seen +That he should rob me of my queen? +How looked the lady's moon-bright cheek? +What were the words she found to speak? +His strength, his might, his deeds declare: +And tell the form he loves to wear. +To all my questions make reply: +Where does the giant's dwelling lie?” +The noble bird his glances bent +On Rama as he made lament, +And in low accents faint and weak +With anguish thus began to speak: +“Fierce Ravan, king of giant race, +Stole Síta from thy dwelling-place. +He calls his magic art to aid +With wind and cloud and gloomy shade. +When in the fight my power was spent +My wearied wings he cleft and rent. +Then round the dame his arms he threw, +And to the southern region flew. +O Raghu's son, I gasp for breath, +My swimming sight is dim in death. +E'en now before my vision pass +Bright trees of gold with hair of grass, +The hour the impious robber chose +Brings on the thief a flood of woes. +The giant in his haste forgot +'Twas Vinda's hour,513 or heeded not. +Those robbed at such a time obtain +Their plundered store and wealth again. +He, like a fish that takes the bait, +In briefest time shall meet his fate. +Now be thy troubled heart controlled +And for thy lady's loss consoled, +For thou wilt slay the fiend in fight +And with thy dame have new delight.” +With senses clear, though sorely tried, +The royal vulture thus replied, +While as he sank beneath his pain +Forth rushed the tide of blood again. +“Him,514 brother of the Lord of Gold, +Viśravas' self begot of old.” +Thus spoke the bird, and stained with gore +Resigned the breath that came no more. +“Speak, speak again!” thus Rama cried, +With reverent palm to palm applied, +But from the frame the spirit fled +And to the skiey regions sped. +The breath of life had passed away. +Stretched on the ground the body lay. +When Rama saw the vulture lie, +Huge as a hill, with darksome eye, +With many a poignant woe distressed +His brother chief he thus addressed: +“Amid these haunted shades content +Full many a year this bird has spent. +His life in home of giants passed, +In Danḍak wood he dies at last. +The years in lengthened course have fled +Untroubled o'er the vulture's head, +And now he lies in death, for none +The stern decrees of Fate may shun. +See, Lakshman, how the vulture fell +While for my sake he battled well. +And strove to free with onset bold +My Síta from the giant's hold. +Supreme amid the vulture kind +His ancient rule the bird resigned, +And conquered in the fruitless strife +Gave for my sake his noble life. +O Lakshman, many a time we see +Great souls who keep the law's decree, +With whom the weak sure refuge find, +In creatures of inferior kind. +The loss of her, my darling queen, +Strikes with a pang less fiercely keen +Than now this slaughtered bird to see +Who nobly fought and died for me. +As Daśaratha, good and great, +Was glorious in his high estate, +Honoured by all, to all endeared, +So was this royal bird revered. +Bring fuel for the funeral rite: +These hands the solemn fire shall light +[pg 310] +And on the burning pyre shall lay +The bird who died for me to-day. +Now on the gathered wood shall lie +The lord of all the birds that fly, +And I will burn with honours due +My champion whom the giant slew. +O royal bird of noblest heart, +Graced with all funeral rites depart +To bright celestial seats above, +Rewarded for thy faithful love. +Dwell in thy happy home with those +Whose constant fires of worship rose. +Live blest amid the unyielding brave, +And those who land in largess gave.” +Sore grief upon his bosom weighed +As on the pyre the bird he laid, +And bade the kindled flame ascend +To burn the body of his friend. +Then with his brother by his side +The hero to the forest hied. +There many a stately deer he slew, +The flesh around the bird to strew. +The venison into balls he made, +And on fair grass before him laid. +Then that the parted soul might rise +And find free passage to the skies, +Each solemn word and text he said +Which Brahmans utter o'er the dead. +Then hastening went the princely pair +To bright Godavarí, and there +Libations of the stream they poured +In honour of the vulture lord, +With solemn ritual to the slain, +As scripture's holy texts ordain. +Thus offerings to the bird they gave +And bathed their bodies in the wave. +The vulture monarch having wrought +A hard and glorious feat, +Honoured by Rama sage in thought, +Soared to his blissful seat. +The brothers, when each rite was paid +To him of birds supreme, +Their hearts with new-found comfort stayed, +And turned them from the stream. +Like sovereigns of celestial race +Within the wood they came, +Each pondering the means to trace, +The captor of the dame. +Canto LXX. Kabandha. +When every rite was duly paid +The princely brothers onward strayed, +And eager in the lady's quest +They turned their footsteps to the west. +Through lonely woods that round them lay +Ikshvaku's children made their way, +And armed with bow and shaft and brand +Pressed onward to the southern land. +Thick trees and shrubs and creepers grew +In the wild grove they hurried through. +'Twas dark and drear and hard to pass +For tangled thorns and matted grass. +Still onward with a southern course +They made their way with vigorous force, +And passing through the mazes stood +Beyond that vast and fearful wood. +With toil and hardship yet unspent +Three leagues from Janasthan they went, +And speeding on their way at last +Within the wood of Krauncha515 passed: +A fearful forest wild and black +As some huge pile of cloudy rack, +Filled with all birds and beasts, where grew +Bright blooms of every varied hue. +On Síta bending every thought +Through all the mighty wood they sought, +And at the lady's loss dismayed +Here for a while and there they stayed. +Then turning farther eastward they +Pursued three leagues their weary way, +Passed Krauncha's wood and reached the grove +Where elephants rejoiced to rove. +The chiefs that awful wood surveyed +Where deer and wild birds filled each glade, +Where scarce a step the foot could take +For tangled shrub and tree and brake. +There in a mountain's woody side +A cave the royal brothers spied, +With dread abysses deep as hell, +Where darkness never ceased to dwell. +When, pressing on, the lords of men +Stood near the entrance of the den, +They saw within the dark recess +A huge misshapen giantess; +A thing the timid heart that shook +With fearful shape and savage look. +Terrific fiend, her voice was fierce, +Long were her teeth to rend and pierce. +The monster gorged her horrid feast +Of flesh of many a savage beast, +While her long locks, at random flung, +Dishevelled o'er her shoulders hung. +Their eyes the royal brothers raised, +And on the fearful monster gazed. +Forth from her den she came and glanced +At Lakshman as he first advanced, +Her eager arms to hold him spread, +And “Come and be my love” she said, +Then as she held him to her breast, +The prince in words like these addressed: +“Behold thy treasure fond and fair: +Ayomukhi516 the name I bear. +[pg 311] +In thickets of each lofty hill, +On islets of each brook and rill, +With me delighted shalt thou play, +And live for many a lengthened day.” +Enraged he heard the monster woo; +His ready sword he swiftly drew, +And the sharp steel that quelled his foes +Cut through her breast and ear and nose. +Thus mangled by his vengeful sword +In rage and pain the demon roared, +And hideous with her awful face +Sped to her secret dwelling place. +Soon as the fiend had fled from sight, +The brothers, dauntless in their might, +Reached a wild forest dark and dread +Whose tangled ways were hard to tread. +Then bravest Lakshman, virtuous youth, +The friend of purity and truth, +With reverent palm to palm applied +Thus to his glorious brother cried: +“My arm presaging throbs amain, +My troubled heart is sick with pain, +And cheerless omens ill portend +Where'er my anxious eyes I bend. +Dear brother, hear my words: advance +Resolved and armed for every chance, +For every sign I mark to-day +Foretells a peril in the way. +This bird of most ill-omened note, +Loud screaming with discordant throat, +Announces with a warning cry +That strife and victory are nigh.” +Then as the chiefs their search pursued +Throughout the dreary solitude, +They heard amazed a mighty sound +That broke the very trees around, +As though a furious tempest passed +Crushing the wood beneath its blast. +Then Rama raised his trusty sword, +And both the hidden cause explored. +There stood before their wondering eyes +A fiend broad-chested, huge of size. +A vast misshapen trunk they saw +In height surpassing nature's law. +It stood before them dire and dread +Without a neck, without a head. +Tall as some hill aloft in air, +Its limbs were clothed with bristling hair, +And deep below the monster's waist +His vast misshapen mouth was placed. +His form was huge, his voice was loud +As some dark-tinted thunder cloud. +Forth from his ample chest there came +A brilliance as of gushing flame. +Beneath long lashes, dark and keen +The monster's single eye was seen. +Deep in his chest, long, fiercely bright, +It glittered with terrific light. +He swallowed down his savage fare +Of lion, bird, and slaughtered bear, +And with huge teeth exposed to view +O'er his great lips his tongue he drew. +His arms unshapely, vast and dread, +A league in length, he raised and spread. +He seized with monstrous hands a herd +Of deer and many a bear and bird. +Among them all he picked and chose, +Drew forward these, rejected those. +Before the princely pair he stood +Barring their passage through the wood. +A league of shade the chiefs had passed +When on the fiend their eyes they cast. +A monstrous shape without a head +With mighty arms before him spread, +They saw that hideous trunk appear +That struck the trembling eye with fear. +Then, stretching to their full extent +His awful arms with fingers bent, +Round Raghu's princely sons he cast +Each grasping limb and held them fast. +Though strong of arm and fierce in fight, +Each armed with bow and sword to smite, +The royal brothers, brave and bold, +Were helpless in the giant's hold. +Then Raghu's son, heroic still, +Felt not a pang his bosom thrill; +But young, with no protection near, +His brother's heart was sad with fear, +And thus with trembling tongue he said +To Rama, sore disquieted: +“Ah me, ah me, my days are told: +O see me in the giant's hold. +Fly, son of Raghu, swiftly flee, +And thy dear self from danger free. +Me to the fiend an offering give; +Fly at thine ease thyself and live. +Thou, great Kakutstha's son, I ween, +Wilt find ere long thy Maithil queen, +And when thou holdest, throned again, +Thine old hereditary reign, +With servants prompt to do thy will, +O think upon thy brother still.” +As thus the trembling Lakshman cried, +The dauntless Rama thus replied: +“Brother, from causeless dread forbear. +A chief like thee should scorn despair.” +He spoke to soothe his wild alarm: +Then fierce Kabandha517 long of arm, +Among the Danavs518 first and best, +The sons of Raghu thus addressed: +“What men are you, whose shoulders show +Broad as a bull's, with sword and bow, +Who roam this dark and horrid place, +Brought by your fate before my face? +Declare by what occasion led +These solitary wilds you tread, +With swords and bows and shafts to pierce, +[pg 312] +Like bulls whose horns are strong and fierce. +Why have you sought this forest land +Where wild with hunger's pangs I stand? +Now as your steps my path have crossed +Esteem your lives already lost.” +The royal brothers heard with dread +The words which fierce Kabandha said. +And Rama to his brother cried, +Whose cheek by blanching fear was dried: +“Alas, we fall, O valiant chief, +From sorrow into direr grief, +Still mourning her I hold so dear +We see our own destruction near. +Mark, brother, mark what power has time +O'er all that live, in every clime. +Now, lord of men, thyself and me +Involved in fatal danger see. +'Tis not, be sure, the might of Fate +That crushes all with deadly weight. +Ne'er can the brave and strong, who know +The use of spear and sword and bow, +The force of conquering time withstand, +But fall like barriers built of sand.” +Thus in calm strength which naught could shake +The son of Daśaratha spake, +With glory yet unstained +Upon Sumitra's son he bent +His eyes, and firm in his intent +His dauntless heart maintained. +Canto LXXI. Kabandha's Speech. +Kabandha saw each chieftain stand +Imprisoned by his mighty hand, +Which like a snare around him pressed +And thus the royal pair addressed: +“Why, warriors, are your glances bent +On me whom hungry pangs torment? +Why stand with wildered senses? Fate +Has brought you now my maw to sate.” +When Lakshman heard, a while appalled, +His ancient courage he recalled, +And to his brother by his side +With seasonable counsel cried: +“This vilest of the giant race +Will draw us to his side apace. +Come, rouse thee; let the vengeful sword +Smite off his arms, my honoured lord. +This awful giant, vast of size, +On his huge strength of arm relies, +And o'er the world victorious, thus +With mighty force would slaughter us. +But in cold blood to slay, O King, +Discredit on the brave would bring, +As when some victim in the rite +Shuns not the hand upraised to smite.” +The monstrous fiend, to anger stirred, +The converse of the brothers heard. +His horrid mouth he opened wide +And drew the princes to his side. +They, skilled due time and place to note +Unsheathed their glittering swords and smote, +Till from the giant's shoulders they +Had hewn the mighty arms away. +His trenchant falchion Rama plied +And smote him on the better side, +While valiant Lakshman on the left +The arm that held him prisoned cleft. +Then to the earth dismembered fell +The monster with a hideous yell, +And like a cloud's his deep roar went +Through earth and air and firmament. +Then as the giant's blood flowed fast, +On his cleft limbs his eye he cast, +And called upon the princely pair +Their names and lineage to declare. +Him then the noble Lakshman, blest +With fortune's favouring marks, addressed, +And told the fiend his brother's name +And the high blood of which he came: +“Ikshvaku's heir here Rama stands, +Illustrious through a hundred lands. +I, younger brother of the heir, +O fiend, the name of Lakshman bear. +His mother stole his realm away +And drove him forth in woods to stray. +Thus through the mighty forest he +Roamed with his royal wife and me. +While glorious as a God he made +His dwelling in the greenwood shade, +Some giant stole away his dame, +And seeking her we hither came. +But tell me who thou art, and why +With headless trunk that towered so high, +With flaming face beneath thy chest, +Thou liest crushed in wild unrest.” +He heard the words that Lakshman spoke, +And memory in his breast awoke, +Recalling Indra's words to mind +He spoke in gentle tones and kind: +“O welcome best of men, are ye +Whom, blest by fate, this day I see. +A blessing on each trenchant blade +That low on earth these arms has laid! +Thou, lord of men, incline thine ear +The story of my woe to hear, +While I the rebel pride declare +Which doomed me to the form I wear.” +Canto LXXII. Kabandha's Tale. +“Lord of the mighty arm, of yore +A shape transcending thought I wore, +And through the triple world's extent +My fame for might and valour went. +[pg 313] +Scarce might the sun and moon on high, +Scarce Śakra, with my beauty vie. +Then for a time this form I took, +And the great world with trembling shook. +The saints in forest shades who dwelt +The terror of my presence felt. +But once I stirred to furious rage +Great Sthúlaśiras, glorious sage. +Culling in woods his hermit food +My hideous shape with fear he viewed. +Then forth his words of anger burst +That bade me live a thing accursed: +“Thou, whose delight is others' pain, +This grisly form shalt still retain.” +Then when I prayed him to relent +And fix some term of punishment,— +Prayed that the curse at length might cease, +He bade me thus expect release: +“Let Rama cleave thine arms away +And on the pyre thy body lay, +And then shalt thou, set free from doom, +Thine own fair shape once more assume.” +O Lakshman, hear my words: in me +The world-illustrious Danu see. +By Indra's curse, subdued in fight, +I wear this form which scares the sight. +By sternest penance long maintained +The mighty Father's grace I gained. +When length of days the God bestowed, +With foolish pride my bosom glowed. +My life, of lengthened years assured, +I deemed from Śakra's might secured. +Let by my senseless pride astray +I challenged Indra to the fray. +A flaming bolt with many a knot +With his terrific arm he shot, +And straight my head and thighs compressed +Were buried in my bulky chest. +Deaf to each prayer and piteous call +He sent me not to Yama's hall. +“Thy prayers and cries,” he said “are vain: +The Father's word must true remain.” +“But how may lengthened life be spent +By one the bolt has torn and rent? +How can I live,” I cried, “unfed, +With shattered face and thighs and head?” +As thus I spoke his grace to crave, +Arms each a league in length he gave, +And opened in my chest beneath +This mouth supplied with fearful teeth. +So my huge arms I used to cast +Round woodland creatures as they passed, +And fed within the forest here +On lion, tiger, pard, and deer. +Then Indra spake to soothe my grief: +“When Rama and his brother chief +From thy huge bulk those arms shall cleave, +Then shall the skies thy soul receive.” +Disguised in this terrific shape +I let no woodland thing escape, +And still my longing soul was pleased +Whene'er my arms a victim seized, +For in these arms I fondly thought +Would Rama's self at last be caught. +Thus hoping, toiling many a day +I yearned to cast my life away, +And here, my lord, thou standest now: +Blessings be thine! for none but thou +Could cleave my arms with trenchant stroke: +True are the words the hermit spoke. +Now let me, best of warriors, lend +My counsel, and thy plans befriend, +And aid thee with advice in turn +If thou with fire my corse wilt burn.” +As thus the mighty Danu prayed +With offer of his friendly aid, +While Lakshman gazed with anxious eye, +The virtuous Rama made reply: +“Lakshman and I through forest shade +From Janasthan a while had strayed. +When none was near her, Ravan came +And bore away my glorious dame, +The giant's form and size unknown, +I learn as yet his name alone. +Not yet the power and might we know +Or dwelling of the monstrous foe. +With none our helpless feet to guide +We wander here by sorrow tried. +Let pity move thee to requite +Our service in the funeral rite. +Our hands shall bring the boughs that, dry +Where elephants have rent them, lie, +Then dig a pit, and light the fire +To burn thee as the laws require. +Do thou as meed of this declare +Who stole my spouse, his dwelling where. +O, if thou can, I pray thee say, +And let this grace our deeds repay.” +Danu had lent attentive ear +The words which Rama spoke to hear, +And thus, a speaker skilled and tried, +To that great orator replied: +“No heavenly lore my soul endows, +Naught know I of thy Maithil spouse. +Yet will I, when my shape I wear, +Him who will tell thee all declare. +Then, Rama, will my lips disclose +His name who well that giant knows. +But till the flames my corse devour +This hidden knowledge mocks my power. +For through that curse's withering taint +My knowledge now is small and faint. +Unknown the giant's very name +Who bore away the Maithil dame. +Cursed for my evil deeds I wore +A shape which all the worlds abhor. +Now ere with wearied steeds the sun +Through western skies his course have run, +Deep in a pit my body lay +[pg 314] +And burn it in the wonted way. +When in the grave my corse is placed, +With fire and funeral honours graced, +Then I, great chief, his name will tell +Who knows the giant robber well. +With him, who guides his life aright, +In league of trusting love unite, +And he, O valiant prince, will be +A faithful friend and aid to thee. +For, Rama, to his searching eyes +The triple world uncovered lies. +For some dark cause of old, I ween, +Through all the spheres his ways have been.” +Canto LXXIII. Kabandha's Counsel. +The monster ceased: the princely pair +Heard great Kabandha's eager prayer. +Within a mountain cave they sped, +Where kindled fire with care they fed. +Then Lakshman in his mighty hands +Brought ample store of lighted brands, +And to a pile of logs applied +The flame that ran from side to side. +The spreading glow with gentle force +Consumed Kabandha's mighty corse, +Till the unresting flames had drunk +The marrow of the monstrous trunk, +As balls of butter melt away +Amid the fires that o'er them play. +Then from the pyre, like flame that glows +Undimmed by cloudy smoke, he rose, +In garments pure of spot or speck, +A heavenly wreath about his neck. +Resplendent in his bright attire +He sprang exultant from the pyre. +While from neck, arm, and foot was sent +The flash of gold and ornament. +High on a chariot, bright of hue, +Which swans of fairest pinion drew, +He filled each region of the air +With splendid glow reflected there. +Then in the sky he stayed his car +And called to Rama from afar: +“Hear, chieftain, while my lips explain +The means to win thy spouse again. +Six plans, O prince, the wise pursue +To reach the aims we hold in view.519 +When evils ripening sorely press +They load the wretch with new distress, +So thou and Lakshman, tried by woe, +Have felt at last a fiercer blow, +And plunged in bitterest grief to-day +Lament thy consort torn away. +There is no course but this: attend; +Make, best of friends, that chief thy friend. +Unless his prospering help thou gain +Thy plans and hopes must all be vain. +O Rama, hear my words, and seek, +Sugríva, for of him I speak. +His brother Bali, Indra's son, +Expelled him when the fight was won. +With four great chieftains, faithful still, +He dwells on Rishyamúka's hill.— +Fair mountain, lovely with the flow +Of Pampa's waves that glide below,— +Lord of the Vanars520 just and true, +Strong, very glorious, bright to view, +Unmatched in counsel, firm and meek, +Bound by each word his lips may speak, +Good, splendid, mighty, bold and brave, +Wise in each plan to guide and save. +His brother, fired by lust of sway, +Drove forth the prince in woods to stray. +In all thy search for Síta he +Thy ready friend and help will be. +With him to aid thee in thy quest +Dismiss all sorrow from thy breast. +Time is a mighty power, and none +His fixed decree can change or shun. +So rich reward thy toil shall bless, +And naught can stay thy sure success. +Speed hence, O chief, without delay, +To strong Sugríva take thy way. +This hour thy footsteps onward bend, +And make that mighty prince thy friend. +With him before the attesting flame +In solemn truth alliance frame. +Nor wilt thou, if thy heart be wise, +Sugríva, Vanar king, despise. +Of boundless strength, all shapes he wears, +He hearkens to a suppliant's prayers, +And, grateful for each kindly deed, +Will help and save in hour of need. +And you, I ween, the power possess +To aid his hopes and give redress. +He, let his cause succeed or fail, +Will help you, and you must prevail. +A banished prince, in fear and woe +He roams where Pampa's waters flow, +True offspring of the Lord of Light +Expelled by Bali's conquering might. +Go, Raghu's son, that chieftain seek +Who dwells on Rishyamúka's peak. +Before the flame thy weapons cast +And bind the bonds of friendship fast. +For, prince of all the Vanar race, +He in his wisdom knows each place +Where dwell the fierce gigantic brood +Who make the flesh of man their food. +To him, O Raghu's son, to him +Naught in the world is dark or dim, +Where'er the mighty Day-God gleams +Resplendent with a thousand beams. +[pg 315] +He over rocky height and hill, +Through gloomy cave, by lake and rill, +Will with his Vanars seek the prize, +And tell thee where thy lady lies. +And he will send great chieftains forth +To east and west and south and north, +To seek the distant spot where she +All desolate laments for thee. +He even in Ravan's halls would find +Thy Síta, gem of womankind. +Yea, if the blameless lady lay +On Meru's loftiest steep, +Or, far removed from light of day, +Where hell is dark and deep, +That chief of all the Vanar race +His way would still explore, +Meet the cowed giants face to face +And thy dear spouse restore.” +Canto LXXIV. Kabandha's Death. +When wise Kabandha thus had taught +The means to find the dame they sought, +And urged them onward in the quest, +He thus again the prince addressed: +“This path, O Raghu's son, pursue +Where those fair trees which charm the view, +Extending westward far away, +The glory of their bloom display, +Where their bright leaves Rose-apples show, +And the tall Jak and Mango grow. +Whene'er you will, those trees ascend, +Or the long branches shake and bend, +Their savoury fruit like Amrit eat, +Then onward speed with willing feet. +Beyond this shady forest, decked +With flowering trees, your course direct. +Another grove you then will find +With every joy to take the mind, +Like Nandan with its charms displayed, +Or Northern Kuru's blissful shade; +Where trees distil their balmy juice, +And fruit through all the year produce; +Where shades with seasons ever fair +With Chaitraratha may compare: +Where trees whose sprays with fruit are bowed +Rise like a mountain or a cloud. +There, when you list, from time to time, +The loaded trees may Lakshman climb, +Or from the shaken boughs supply +Sweet fruit that may with Amrit vie. +The onward path pursuing still +From wood to wood, from hill to hill, +Your happy eyes at length will rest +On Pampa's lotus-covered breast. +Her banks with gentle slope descend, +Nor stones nor weed the eyes offend, +And o'er smooth beds of silver sand +Lotus and lily blooms expand. +There swans and ducks and curlews play, +And keen-eyed ospreys watch their prey, +And from the limpid waves are heard +Glad notes of many a water-bird. +Untaught a deadly foe to fear +They fly not when a man is near, +And fat as balls of butter they +Will, when you list, your hunger stay. +Then Lakshman with his shafts will take +The fish that swim the brook and lake, +Remove each bone and scale and fin, +Or strip away the speckled skin, +And then on iron skewers broil +For thy repast the savoury spoil. +Thou on a heap of flowers shalt rest +And eat the meal his hands have dressed, +There shalt thou lie on Pampa's brink, +And Lakshman's hand shall give thee drink, +Filling a lotus leaf with cool +Pure water from the crystal pool, +To which the opening blooms have lent +The riches of divinest scent. +Beside thee at the close of day +Will Lakshman through the woodland stray, +And show thee where the monkeys sleep +In caves beneath the mountain steep. +Loud-voiced as bulls they forth will burst +And seek the flood, oppressed by thirst; +Then rest a while, their wants supplied, +Their well-fed bands on Pampa's side. +Thou roving there at eve shalt see +Rich clusters hang on shrub and tree, +And Pampa flushed with roseate glow, +And at the view forget thy woe. +There shalt thou mark with strange delight +Each loveliest flower that blooms by night, +While lily buds that shrink from day +Their tender loveliness display. +In that far wild no hand but thine +Those peerless flowers in wreaths shall twine: +Immortal in their changeless pride, +Ne'er fade those blooms and ne'er are dried. +There erst on holy thoughts intent +Their days Matanga's pupils spent. +Once for their master food they sought, +And store of fruit and berries brought. +Then as they laboured through the dell +From limb and brow the heat-drops fell: +Thence sprang and bloomed those wondrous trees: +Such holy power have devotees. +Thus, from the hermits' heat-drops sprung, +Their growth is ever fresh and young. +There Śavarí is dwelling yet, +Who served each vanished anchoret. +[pg 316] +Beneath the shade of holy boughs +That ancient votaress keeps her vows. +Her happy eyes on thee will fall, +O godlike prince, adored by all, +And she, whose life is pure from sin, +A blissful seat in heaven will win. +But cross, O son of Raghu, o'er, +And stand on Pampa's western shore. +A tranquil hermitage that lies +Deep in the woods will meet thine eyes. +No wandering elephants invade +The stillness of that holy shade, +But checked by saint Matanga's power +They spare each consecrated bower. +Through many an age those trees have stood +World-famous as Matanga's wood +Still, Raghu's son, pursue thy way: +Through shades where birds are vocal stray, +Fair as the blessed wood where rove +Immortal Gods, or Nandan's grove. +Near Pampa eastward, full in sight, +Stands Rishyamúka's wood-crowned height. +'Tis hard to climb that towering steep +Where serpents unmolested sleep. +The free and bounteous, formed of old +By Brahma of superior mould, +Who sink when day is done to rest +Reclining on that mountain crest,— +What wealth or joy in dreams they view, +Awaking find the vision true. +But if a villain stained with crime +That holy hill presume to climb, +The giants in their fury sweep +From the hill top the wretch asleep. +There loud and long is heard the roar +Of elephants on Pampa's shore, +Who near Matanga's dwelling stray +And in those waters bathe and play. +A while they revel by the flood, +Their temples stained with streams like blood, +Then wander far away dispersed, +Dark as huge clouds before they burst. +But ere they part they drink their fill +Of bright pure water from the rill, +Delightful to the touch, where meet +Scents of all flowers divinely sweet, +Then speeding from the river side +Deep in the sheltering thicket hide. +Then bears and tigers shalt thou view +Whose soft skins show the sapphire's hue, +And silvan deer that wander nigh +Shall harmless from thy presence fly. +High in that mountain's wooded side +Is a fair cavern deep and wide, +Yet hard to enter: piles of rock +The portals of the cavern block.521 +Fast by the eastern door a pool +Gleams with broad waters fresh and cool, +Where stores of roots and fruit abound, +And thick trees shade the grassy ground. +This mountain cave the virtuous-souled +Sugríva, and his Vanars hold, +And oft the mighty chieftain seeks +The summits of those towering peaks.” +Thus spake Kabandha high in air +His counsel to the royal pair. +Still on his neck that wreath he bore, +And radiance like the sun's he wore. +Their eyes the princely brothers raised +And on that blissful being gazed: +“Behold, we go: no more delay; +Begin,” they cried, “thy heavenward way.” +“Depart,” Kabandha's voice replied, +“Pursue your search, and bliss betide.” +Thus to the happy chiefs he said, +Then on his heavenward journey sped. +Thus once again Kabandha won +A shape that glittered like the sun +Without a spot or stain. +Thus bade he Rama from the air +To great Sugríva's side repair +His friendly love to gain. +Canto LXXV. Savarí. +Thus counselled by their friendly guide +On through the wood the princes hied, +Pursuing still the eastern road +To Pampa which Kabandha showed, +Where trees that on the mountains grew +With fruit like honey charmed the view. +They rested weary for the night +Upon a mountain's wooded height, +Then onward with the dawn they hied +And stood on Pampa's western side, +Where Śavarí's fair home they viewed +Deep in that shady solitude. +The princes reached the holy ground +Where noble trees stood thick around, +And joying in the lovely view +Near to the aged votaress drew. +To meet the sons of Raghu came, +With hands upraised, the pious dame, +And bending low with reverence meet +Welcomed them both and pressed their feet. +Then water, as beseems, she gave, +Their lips to cool, their feet to lave. +To that pure saint who never broke +One law of duty Rama spoke: +“I trust no cares invade thy peace, +While holy works and zeal increase; +That thou content with scanty food +All touch of ire hast long subdued; +That all thy vows are well maintained +[pg 317] +While peace of mind is surely gained, +That reverence of the saints who taught +Thy faithful heart due fruit has brought.” +The aged votaress pure of taint, +Revered by every perfect saint, +Rose to her feet by Rama's side +And thus in gentle tones replied: +“My penance meed this day I see +Complete, my lord, in meeting thee. +This day the fruit of birth I gain, +Nor have I served the saints in vain. +I reap rich fruits of toil and vow, +And heaven itself awaits me now, +When I, O chief of men, have done +Honour to thee the godlike one. +I feel, great lord, thy gentle eye +My earthly spirit purify, +And I, brave tamer of thy foes, +Shall through thy grace in bliss repose. +Thy feet by Chitrakúṭa strayed +When those great saints whom I obeyed, +In dazzling chariots bright of hue, +Hence to their heavenly mansions flew. +As the high saints were borne away +I heard their holy voices say: +“In this pure grove, O devotee, +Prince Rama soon will visit thee. +When he and Lakshman seek this shade, +Be to thy guests all honour paid. +Him shalt thou see, and pass away +To those blest worlds which ne'er decay.” +To me, O mighty chief, the best +Of lofty saints these words addressed. +Laid up within my dwelling lie +Fruits of each sort which woods supply,— +Food culled for thee in endless store +From every tree on Pampa's shore.” +Thus to her virtuous guest she sued +And he, with heavenly lore endued, +Words such as these in turn addressed +To her with equal knowledge blest: +“Danu himself the power has told +Of thy great masters lofty-souled. +Now if thou will, mine eyes would fain +Assurance of their glories gain.” +She heard the prince his wish declare: +Then rose she, and the royal pair +Of brothers through the wood she led +That round her holy dwelling spread. +“Behold Matanga's wood” she cried, +“A grove made famous far and wide. +Dark as thick clouds and filled with herds +Of wandering deer, and joyous birds. +In this pure spot each reverend sire +With offerings fed the holy fire. +See here the western altar stands +Where daily with their trembling hands +The aged saints, so long obeyed +By me, their gifts of blossoms laid. +The holy power, O Raghu's son, +By their ascetic virtue won, +Still keeps their well-loved altar bright, +Filling the air with beams of light. +And those seven neighbouring lakes behold +Which, when the saints infirm and old, +Worn out by fasts, no longer sought, +Moved hither drawn by power of thought. +Look, Rama, where the devotees +Hung their bark mantles on the trees, +Fresh from the bath: those garments wet +Through many a day are dripping yet. +See, through those aged hermits' power +The tender spray, this bright-hued flower +With which the saints their worship paid, +Fresh to this hour nor change nor fade. +Here thou hast seen each lawn and dell, +And heard the tale I had to tell: +Permit thy servant, lord, I pray, +To cast this mortal shell away, +For I would dwell, this life resigned, +With those great saints of lofty mind, +Whom I within this holy shade +With reverential care obeyed.” +When Rama and his brother heard +The pious prayer the dame preferred, +Filled full of transport and amazed +They marvelled as her words they praised. +Then Rama to the votaress said +Whose holy vows were perfected: +“Go, lady, where thou fain wouldst be, +O thou who well hast honoured me.” +Her locks in hermit fashion tied, +Clad in bark coat and black deer-hide, +When Rama gave consent, the dame +Resigned her body to the flame. +Then like the fire that burns and glows, +To heaven the sainted lady rose, +In all her heavenly garments dressed, +Immortal wreaths on neck and breast, +Bright with celestial gems she shone +Most beautiful to look upon, +And like the flame of lightning sent +A glory through the firmament. +That holy sphere the dame attained, +By depth of contemplation gained, +Where roam high saints with spirits pure +In bliss that shall for aye endure. +Canto LXXVI. Pampa. +When Śavarí had sought the skies +And gained her splendid virtue's prize, +Rama with Lakshman stayed to brood +O'er the strange scenes their eyes had viewed. +His mind upon those saints was bent, +For power and might preëminent +And he to musing Lakshman spoke +The thoughts that in his bosom woke: +[pg 318] +“Mine eyes this wondrous home have viewed +Of those great saints with souls subdued, +Where peaceful tigers dwell and birds, +And deer abound in heedless herds. +Our feet upon the banks have stood +Of those seven lakes within the wood, +Where we have duly dipped, and paid +Libations to each royal shade. +Forgotten now are thoughts of ill +And joyful hopes my bosom fill. +Again my heart is light and gay +And grief and care have passed away. +Come, brother, let us hasten where +Bright Pampa's flood is fresh and fair, +And towering in their beauty near +Mount Rishyamúka's heights appear, +Which, offspring of the Lord of Light, +Still fearing Bali's conquering might, +With four brave chiefs of Vanar race +Sugríva makes his dwelling-place. +I long with eager heart to find +That leader of the Vanar kind, +For on that chief my hopes depend +That this our quest have prosperous end.” +Thus Rama spoke, in battle tried, +And thus Sumitra's son replied: +“Come, brother, come, and speed away: +My spirit brooks no more delay.” +Thus spake Sumitra's son, and then +Forth from the grove the king of men +With his dear brother by his side +To Pampa's lucid waters hied. +He gazed upon the woods where grew +Trees rich in flowers of every hue. +From brake and dell on every side +The curlew and the peacock cried, +And flocks of screaming parrots made +Shrill music in the bloomy shade. +His eager eyes, as on he went, +On many a pool and tree were bent. +Inflamed with love he journeyed on +Till a fair flood before him shone. +He stood upon the water's side +Which streams from distant hills supplied: +Matanga's name that water bore: +There bathed he from the shelving shore. +Then, each on earnest thoughts intent, +Still farther on their way they went. +But Rama's heart once more gave way +Beneath his grief and wild dismay. +Before him lay the noble flood +Adorned with many a lotus bud. +On its fair banks Aśoka glowed, +And all bright trees their blossoms showed. +Green banks that silver waves confined +With lovely groves were fringed and lined. +The crystal waters in their flow +Showed level sands that gleamed below. +There glittering fish and tortoise played, +And bending trees gave pleasant shade. +There creepers on the branches hung +With lover-like embraces clung. +There gay Gandharvas loved to meet, +And Kinnars sought the calm retreat. +There wandering Yakshas found delight, +Snake-gods and rovers of the night. +Cool were the pleasant waters, gay +Each tree with creeper, flower, and spray. +There flushed the lotus darkly red, +Here their white glory lilies spread, +Here sweet buds showed their tints of blue: +So carpets gleam with many a hue. +A grove of Mangoes blossomed nigh, +Echoing with the peacock's cry. +When Rama by his brother's side +The lovely flood of Pampa eyed, +Decked like a beauty, fair to see +With every charm of flower and tree, +His mighty heart with woe was rent +And thus he spoke in wild lament +“Here, Lakshman, on this beauteous shore, +Stands, dyed with tints of many an ore, +The mountain Rishyamúka bright +With flowery trees that crown each height. +Sprung from the chief who, famed of yore, +The name of Riksharajas bore, +Sugríva, chieftain strong and dread, +Dwells on that mountain's towering head. +Go to him, best of men, and seek +That prince of Vanars on the peak, +I cannot longer brook my pain, +Or, Síta lost, my life retain.” +Thus by the pangs of love distressed, +His thoughts on Síta bent, +His faithful brother he addressed, +And cried in wild lament. +He reached the lovely ground that lay +On Pampa's wooded side, +And told in anguish and dismay, +The grief he could not hide. +With listless footsteps faint and slow +His way the chief pursued, +Till Pampa with her glorious show +Of flowering woods he viewed. +Through shades where every bird was found +The prince with Lakshman passed, +And Pampa with her groves around +Burst on his eyes at last. +[pg 319] +BOOK IV. +Canto I. Rama's Lament. +The princes stood by Pampa's side522 +Which blooming lilies glorified. +With troubled heart and sense o'erthrown +There Rama made his piteous moan. +As the fair flood before him lay +The reason of the chief gave way; +And tender thoughts within him woke, +As to Sumitra's son he spoke: +“How lovely Pampa's waters show, +Where streams of lucid crystal flow! +What glorious trees o'erhang the flood +Which blooms of opening lotus stud! +Look on the banks of Pampa where +Thick groves extend divinely fair; +And piles of trees, like hills in size, +Lift their proud summits to the skies. +But thought of Bharat's523 pain and toil, +And my dear spouse the giant's spoil, +Afflict my tortured heart and press +My spirit down with heaviness. +Still fair to me though sunk in woe +Bright Pampa and her forest show. +Where cool fresh waters charm the sight, +And flowers of every hue are bright. +The lotuses in close array +Their passing loveliness display, +And pard and tiger, deer and snake +Haunt every glade and dell and brake. +Those grassy spots display the hue +Of topazes and sapphires' blue, +And, gay with flowers of every dye, +With richly broidered housings vie. +What loads of bloom the high trees crown, +Or weigh the bending branches down! +And creepers tipped with bud and flower +Each spray and loaded limb o'erpower. +Now cool delicious breezes blow, +And kindle love's voluptuous glow, +When balmy sweetness fills the air, +And fruit and flowers and trees are fair. +Those waving woods, that shine with bloom, +Each varied tint in turn assume. +Like labouring clouds they pour their showers +In rain or ever-changing flowers. +Behold, those forest trees, that stand +High upon rock and table-land, +As the cool gales their branches bend, +Their floating blossoms downward send. +See, Lakshman, how the breezes play +With every floweret on the spray. +And sport in merry guise with all +The fallen blooms and those that fall. +See, brother, where the merry breeze +Shakes the gay boughs of flowery trees, +Disturbed amid their toil a throng +Of bees pursue him, loud in song. +The Koïls,524 mad with sweet delight, +The bending trees to dance invite; +And in its joy the wild wind sings +As from the mountain cave he springs. +On speed the gales in rapid course, +And bend the woods beneath their force, +Till every branch and spray they bind +In many a tangled knot entwined. +What balmy sweets those gales dispense +With cool and sacred influence! +Fatigue and trouble vanish: such +The magic of their gentle touch. +Hark, when the gale the boughs has bent +In woods of honey redolent, +Through all their quivering sprays the trees +Are vocal with the murmuring bees. +The hills with towering summits rise, +And with their beauty charm the eyes, +Gay with the giant trees which bright +With blossom spring from every height: +And as the soft wind gently sways +The clustering blooms that load the sprays, +The very trees break forth and sing +With startled wild bees' murmuring. +Thine eyes to yonder Cassias525 turn +Whose glorious clusters glow and burn. +[pg 320] +Those trees in yellow robes behold, +Like giants decked with burnished gold. +Ah me, Sumitra's son, the spring +Dear to sweet birds who love and sing, +Wakes in my lonely breast the flame +Of sorrow as I mourn my dame. +Love strikes me through with darts of fire, +And wakes in vain the sweet desire. +Hark, the loud Koïl swells his throat, +And mocks me with his joyful note. +I hear the happy wild-cock call +Beside the shady waterfall. +His cry of joy afflicts my breast +By love's absorbing might possessed. +My darling from our cottage heard +One morn in spring this shrill-toned bird, +And called me in her joy to hear +The happy cry that charmed her ear. +See, birds of every varied voice +Around us in the woods rejoice, +On creeper, shrub, and plant alight, +Or wing from tree to tree their flight. +Each bird his kindly mate has found, +And loud their notes of triumph sound, +Blending in sweetest music like +The distant warblings of the shrike. +See how the river banks are lined +With birds of every hue and kind. +Here in his joy the Koïl sings, +There the glad wild-cock flaps his wings. +The blooms of bright Aśokas526 where +The song of wild bees fills the air, +And the soft whisper of the boughs +Increase my longing for my spouse. +The vernal flush of flower and spray +Will burn my very soul away. +What use, what care have I for life +If I no more may see my wife +Soft speaker with the glorious hair, +And eyes with silken lashes fair? +Now is the time when all day long +The Koïls fill the woods with song. +And gardens bloom at spring's sweet touch +Which my beloved loved so much. +Ah me, Sumitra's son, the fire +Of sorrow, sprung from soft desire, +Fanned by the charms the spring time shows, +Will burn my heart and end my woes, +Whose sad eyes look on each fair tree, +But my sweet love no more may see. +Ah me, Ah me, from hour to hour +Love in my soul will wax in power, +And spring, upon whose charms I gaze, +Whose breath the heat of toil allays, +With thoughts of her for whom I strain +My hopeless eyes, increase my pain. +As fire in summer rages through +The forests thick with dry bamboo, +So will my fawn eyed love consume +My soul o'erwhelmed with thoughts of gloom. +Behold, beneath each spreading tree +The peacocks dance527 in frantic glee, +And, stirred by all the gales that blow, +Their tails with jewelled windows glow, +Each bird, in happy love elate, +Rejoices with his darling mate. +But sights like these of joy and peace +My pangs of hopeless love increase. +See on the mountain slope above +The peahen languishing with love. +Behold her now in amorous dance +Close to her consort's side advance. +He with a laugh of joy and pride +Displays his glittering pinions wide; +And follows through the tangled dell +The partner whom he loves so well. +Ah happy bird! no giant's hate +Has robbed him of his tender mate; +And still beside his loved one he +Dances beneath the shade in glee. +Ah, in this month when flowers are fair +My widowed woe is hard to bear. +See, gentle love a home may find +In creatures of inferior kind. +See how the peahen turns to meet +Her consort now with love-drawn feet. +[pg 321] +So, Lakshman, if my large-eyed dear, +The child of Janak still were here, +She, by love's thrilling influence led, +Upon my breast would lay her head. +These blooms I gathered from the bough +Without my love are useless now. +A thousand blossoms fair to see +With passing glory clothe each tree +That hangs its cluster-burthened head +Now that the dewy months528 are fled, +But, followed by the bees that ply +Their fragrant task, they fall and die. +A thousand birds in wild delight +Their rapture-breathing notes unite; +Bird calls to bird in joyous strain, +And turns my love to frenzied pain. +O, if beneath those alien skies, +There be a spring where Síta lies, +I know my prisoned love must be +Touched with like grief, and mourn with me. +But ah, methinks that dreary clime +Knows not the touch of spring's sweet time. +How could my black eyed love sustain, +Without her lord, so dire a pain? +Or if the sweet spring come to her +In distant lands a prisoner, +How may his advent and her met +On every side with taunt and threat? +Ah, if the springtide's languor came +With soft enchantment o'er my dame, +My darling of the lotus eye, +My gently speaking love, would die; +For well my spirit knows that she +Can never live bereft of me +With love that never wavered yet +My Síta's heart, on me is set, +Who, with a soul that ne'er can stray, +With equal love her love repay. +In vain, in vain the soft wind brings +Sweet blossoms on his balmy wings; +Delicious from his native snow, +To me like fire he seems to glow. +O, how I loved a breeze like this +When darling Síta shared the bliss! +But now in vain for me it blows +To fan the fury of my woes. +That dark-winged bird that sought the skies +Foretelling grief with warning cries, +Sits on the tree where buds are gay, +And pours glad music from the spray. +That rover of the fields of air +Will aid my love with friendly care, +And me with gracious pity guide +To my large-eyed Videhan's side.529 +Hark, Lakshman, how the woods around +With love-inspiring chants resound, +Where birds in every bloom-crowned tree +Pour forth their amorous minstrelsy. +As though an eager gallant wooed +A gentle maid by love subdued, +Enamoured of her flowers the bee +Darts at the wind-rocked Tila tree.530 +Aśoka, 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. +O Lakshman, turn thine eye and see +Each blossom-laden Mango tree, +Like a young lover gaily dressed +Whom fond desire forbids to rest. +Look, son of Queen Sumitra through +The forest glades of varied hue, +Where blooms are bright and grass is green +The Kinnars531 with their loves are seen. +See, brother, see where sweet and bright +Those crimson lilies charm the sight, +And o'er the flood a radiance throw +Fair as the morning's roseate glow. +See, Pampa, most divinely sweet, +The swan's and mallard's loved retreat, +Shows her glad waters bright and clear, +Where lotuses their heads uprear +From the pure wave, and charm the view +With mingled tints of red and blue. +Each like the morning's early beams +Reflected in the crystal gleams; +And bees on their sweet toil intent +Weigh down each tender filament. +There with gay lawns the wood recedes; +There wildfowl sport amid the reeds, +There roedeer stand upon the brink, +And elephants descend to drink. +The rippling waves which winds make fleet +Against the bending lilies beat, +And opening bud and flower and stem +Gleam with the drops that hang on them. +Life has no pleasure left for me +While my dear queen I may not see, +[pg 322] +Who loved so well those blooms that vie +With the full splendour of her eye. +O tyrant Love, who will not let +My bosom for one hour forget +The lost one whom I yearn to meet, +Whose words were ever kind and sweet. +Ah, haply might my heart endure +This hopeless love that knows not cure, +If spring with all his trees in flower +Assailed me not with ruthless power. +Each lovely scene, each sound and sight +Wherein, with her, I found delight, +Has lost the charm so sweet of yore, +And glads my widowed heart no more. +On lotus buds I seem to gaze, +Or blooms that deck Palaśa532 sprays;533 +But to my tortured memory rise +The glories of my darling's eyes. +Cool breezes through the forest stray +Gathering odours on their way, +Enriched with all the rifled scent +Of lotus flower and filament. +Their touch upon my temples falls +And Síta's fragrant breath recalls. +Now look, dear brother, on the right +Of Pampa towers a mountain height +Where fairest Cassia trees unfold +The treasures of their burnished gold. +Proud mountain king! his woody side +With myriad ores is decked and dyed, +And as the wind-swept blossoms fall +Their fragrant dust is stained with all. +To yon high lands thy glances turn: +With pendent fire they flash and burn, +Where in their vernal glory blaze +Palaśa flowers on leafless sprays. +O Lakshman, look! on Pampa's side +What fair trees rise in blooming pride! +What climbing plants above them show +Or hang their flowery garlands low! +See how the amorous creeper rings +The wind-rocked trees to which she clings, +As though a dame by love impelled +With clasping arms her lover held. +Drunk with the varied scents that fill +The balmy air, from hill to hill, +From grove to grove, from tree to tree, +The joyous wind is wandering free. +These gay trees wave their branches bent +By blooms, of honey redolent. +There, slowly opening to the day, +Buds with dark lustre deck the spray. +The wild bee rests a moment where +Each tempting flower is sweet and fair, +Then, coloured by the pollen dyes, +Deep in some odorous blossom lies. +Soon from his couch away he springs: +To other trees his course he wings, +And tastes the honeyed blooms that grow +Where Pampa's lucid waters flow. +See, Lakshman, see, how thickly spread +With blossoms from the trees o'erhead, +That grass the weary traveller woos +With couches of a thousand hues, +And beds on every height arrayed +With red and yellow tints are laid, +No longer winter chills the earth: +A thousand flowerets spring to birth, +And trees in rivalry assume +Their vernal garb of bud and bloom. +How fair they look, how bright and gay +With tasselled flowers on every spray! +While each to each proud challenge flings +Borne in the song the wild bee sings. +That mallard by the river edge +Has bathed amid the reeds and sedge: +Now with his mate he fondly plays +And fires my bosom as I gaze. +Mandakiní534 is far renowned: +No lovelier flood on earth is found; +But all her fairest charms combined +In this sweet stream enchant the mind. +O, if my love were here to look +With me upon this lovely brook, +Never for Ayodhya would I pine, +Or wish that Indra's lot were mine. +If by my darling's side I strayed +O'er the soft turf which decks the glade, +Each craving thought were sweetly stilled, +Each longing of my soul fulfilled. +But, now my love is far away, +Those trees which make the woods so gay, +In all their varied beauty dressed, +Wake thoughts of anguish in my breast. +That lotus-covered stream behold +Whose waters run so fresh and cold, +[pg 323] +Sweet rill, the wildfowl's loved resort, +Where curlew, swan, and diver sport; +Where with his consort plays the drake, +And tall deer love their thirst to slake, +While from each woody bank is heard +The wild note of each happy bird. +The music of that joyous quire +Fills all my soul with soft desire; +And, as I hear, my sad thoughts fly +To Síta of the lotus eye, +Whom, lovely with her moonbright cheek, +In vain mine eager glances seek. +Now turn, those chequered lawns survey +Where hart and hind together stray. +Ah, as they wander at their will +My troubled breast with grief they fill, +While torn by hopeless love I sigh +For Síta of the fawn-like eye. +If in those glades where, touched by spring, +Gay birds their amorous ditties sing, +Mine own beloved I might see, +Then, brother, it were well with me: +If by my side she wandered still, +And this cool breeze that stirs the rill +Touched with its gentle breath the brows +Of mine own dear Videhan spouse. +For, Lakshman, O how blest are those +On whom the breath of Pampa blows, +Dispelling all their care and gloom +With sweets from where the lilies bloom! +How can my gentle love remain +Alive amid the woe and pain, +Where prisoned far away she lies,— +My darling of the lotus eyes? +How shall I dare her sire to greet +Whose lips have never known deceit? +How stand before the childless king +And meet his eager questioning? +When banished by my sire's decree, +In low estate, she followed me. +So pure, so true to every vow, +Where is my gentle darling now? +How can I bear my widowed lot, +And linger on where she is not, +Who followed when from home I fled +Distracted, disinherited? +My spirit sinks in hopeless pain +When my fond glances yearn in vain +For that dear face with whose bright eye +The worshipped lotus scarce can vie. +Ah when, my brother, shall I hear +That voice that rang so soft and clear, +When, sweetly smiling as she spoke, +From her dear lips gay laughter broke? +When worn with toil and love I strayed +With Síta through the forest shade, +No trace of grief was seen in her, +My kind and thoughtful comforter. +How shall my faltering tongue relate +To Queen Kauśalya Síta's fate? +How answer when in wild despair +She questions, Where is Síta, where? +Haste, brother, haste: to Bharat hie, +On whose fond love I still rely. +My life can be no longer borne, +Since Síta from my side is torn.” +Thus like a helpless mourner, bent +By sorrow, Rama made lament; +And with wise counsel Lakshman tried +To soothe his care, and thus replied: +“O best of men, thy grief oppose, +Nor sink beneath thy weight of woes. +Not thus despond the great and pure +And brave like thee, but still endure. +Reflect what anguish wrings the heart +When loving souls are forced to part; +And, mindful of the coming pain, +Thy love within thy breast restrain. +For earth, though cooled by wandering streams, +Lies scorched beneath the midday beams. +Ravan his steps to hell may bend, +Or lower yet in flight descend; +But be thou sure, O Raghu's son, +Avenging death he shall not shun. +Rise, Rama, rise: the search begin, +And track the giant foul with sin. +Then shall the fiend, though far he fly, +Resign his prey or surely die. +Yea, though the trembling monster hide +With Síta close to Diti's535 side, +E'en there, unless he yield the prize, +Slain by this wrathful hand he dies. +Thy heart with strength and courage stay, +And cast this weakling mood away. +Our fainting hopes in vain revive +Unless with firm resolve we strive. +The zeal that fires the toiler's breast +Mid earthly powers is first and best. +Zeal every check and bar defies, +And wins at length the loftiest prize, +In woe and danger, toil and care, +Zeal never yields to weak despair. +With zealous heart thy task begin, +And thou once more thy spouse shalt win. +Cast fruitless sorrow from thy soul, +Nor let this love thy heart control. +Forget not all thy sacred lore, +But be thy noble self once more.” +He heard, his bosom rent by grief, +The counsel of his brother chief; +Crushed in his heart the maddening pain, +And rose resolved and strong again. +Then forth upon his journey went +The hero on his task intent, +Nor thought of Pampa's lovely brook, +[pg 324] +Or trees which murmuring breezes shook, +Though on dark woods his glances fell, +On waterfall and cave and dell; +And still by many a care distressed +The son of Raghu onward pressed. +As some wild elephant elate +Moves through the woods in pride, +So Lakshman with majestic gait +Strode by his brother's side. +He, for his lofty spirit famed, +Admonished and consoled; +Showed Raghu's son what duty claimed, +And bade his heart be bold. +Then as the brothers strode apace +To Rishyamúka's height, +The sovereign of the Vanar race536 +Was troubled at the sight. +As on the lofty hill he strayed +He saw the chiefs draw near: +A while their glorious forms surveyed, +And mused in restless fear. +His slow majestic step he stayed +And gazed upon the pair. +And all his spirit sank dismayed +By fear too great to bear. +When in their glorious might the best +Of royal chiefs came nigh, +The Vanars in their wild unrest +Prepared to turn and fly. +They sought the hermit's sacred home537 +For peace and bliss ordained, +And there, where Vanars loved to roam, +A sure asylum gained. +Canto II. Sugríva's Alarm. +Sugríva moved by wondering awe +The high-souled sons of Raghu saw, +In all their glorious arms arrayed; +And grief upon his spirit weighed. +To every quarter of the sky +He turned in fear his anxious eye, +And roving still from spot to spot +With troubled steps he rested not. +He durst not, as he viewed the pair, +Resolve to stand and meet them there; +And drooping cheer and quailing breast +The terror of the chief confessed. +While the great fear his bosom shook, +Brief counsel with his lords he took; +Each gain and danger closely scanned, +What hope in flight, what power to stand, +While doubt and fear his bosom rent, +On Raghu's sons his eyes he bent, +And with a spirit ill at ease +Addressed his lords in words like these: +“Those chiefs with wandering steps invade +The shelter of our pathless shade, +And hither come in fair disguise +Of hermit garb as Bali's spies.” +Each lord beheld with troubled heart +Those masters of the bowman's art, +And left the mountain side to seek +Sure refuge on a loftier peak. +The Vanar chief in rapid flight +Found shelter on a towering height, +And all the band with one accord +Were closely gathered round their lord. +Their course the same, with desperate leap +Each made his way from steep to steep, +And speeding on in wild career +Filled every height with sudden fear. +Each heart was struck with mortal dread, +As on their course the Vanars sped, +While trees that crowned the steep were bent +And crushed beneath them as they went. +As in their eager flight they pressed +For safety to each mountain crest, +The wild confusion struck with fear +Tiger and cat and wandering deer. +The lords who watched Sugríva's will +Were gathered on the royal hill, +And all with reverent hands upraised +Upon their king and leader gazed. +Sugríva feared some evil planned, +Some train prepared by Bali's hand. +But, skilled in words that charm and teach, +Thus Hanuman538 began his speech: +“Dismiss, dismiss thine idle fear, +Nor dread the power of Bali here. +For this is Malaya's glorious hill539 +Where Bali's might can work no ill. +I look around but nowhere see +The hated foe who made thee flee, +Fell Bali, fierce in form and face: +Then fear not, lord of Vanar race. +Alas, in thee I clearly find +The weakness of the Vanar kind, +[pg 325] +That loves from thought to thought to range, +Fix no belief and welcome change. +Mark well each hint and sign and scan, +Discreet and wise, thine every plan. +How may a king, with sense denied, +The subjects of his sceptre guide?” +Hanúman,540 wise in hour of need, +Urged on the chief his prudent rede. +His listening ear Sugríva bent, +And spake in words more excellent: +“Where is the dauntless heart that free +From terror's chilling touch can see +Two stranger warriors, strong as those, +Equipped with swords and shafts and bows, +With mighty arms and large full eyes, +Like glorious children of the skies? +Bali my foe, I ween, has sent +These chiefs to aid his dark intent. +Hence doubt and fear disturb me still, +For thousands serve a monarch's will, +In borrowed garb they come, and those +Who walk disguised are counted foes. +With secret thoughts they watch their time, +And wound fond hearts that fear no crime. +My foe in state affairs is wise, +And prudent kings have searching eyes. +By other hands they strike the foe: +By meaner tools the truth they know. +Now to those stranger warriors turn, +And, less than king, their purpose learn. +Mark well the trick and look of each; +Observe his form and note his speech. +With care their mood and temper sound, +And, if their minds be friendly found, +With courteous looks and words begin +Their confidence and love to win. +Then as my friend and envoy speak, +And question what the strangers seek. +Ask why equipped with shaft and bow +Through this wild maze of wood they go. +If they, O chief, at first appear +Pure of all guile, in heart sincere, +Detect in speech and look the sin +And treachery that lurk within.” +He spoke: the Wind-God's son obeyed. +With ready zeal he sought the shade, +And reached with hasty steps the wood +Where Raghu's son and Lakshman stood.541 +Canto III. Hanuman's Speech. +The envoy in his faithful breast +Pondered Sugríva's high behest. +From Rishyamúka's peak he hied +And placed him by the princes' side. +The Wind-God's son with cautious art +Had laid his Vanar form apart, +And wore, to cheat the strangers eyes, +A wandering mendicant's disguise.542 +Before the heroes' feet he bent +And did obeisance reverent, +And spoke, the glorious pair to praise, +His words of truth in courteous phrase, +High honour duly paid, the best +Of all the Vanar kind addressed, +With free accord and gentle grace, +Those glories of their warrior race: +“O hermits, blest in vows, who shine +Like royal saints or Gods divine, +O best of young ascetics, say +How to this spot you found your way, +Scaring the troops of wandering deer +And silvan things that harbour here +Searching amid the trees that grow +Where Pampa's gentle waters flow. +And lending from your brows a gleam +Of glory to the lovely stream. +Who are you, say, so brave and fair, +Clad in the bark which hermits wear? +I see you heave the frequent sigh, +I see the deer before you fly. +While you, for strength and valour dread, +The earth, like lordly lions, tread, +Each bearing in his hand a bow, +Like Indra's own, to slay the foe. +With the grand paces of a bull, +So bright and young and beautiful. +The mighty arms you raise appear +Like trunks which elephants uprear, +And as you move this mountain-king543 +Is glorious with the light you bring. +How have you reached, like Gods in face, +Best lords of earth, this lonely place, +[pg 326] +With tresses coiled in hermit guise,544 +And splendours of those lotus eyes? +As Gods who leave their heavenly sphere, +Alike your beauteous forms appear. +The Lords of Day and Night545 might thus +Stray from the skies to visit us. +Heroic youth, so broad of chest, +Fair with the beauty of the Blest, +With lion shoulders, tall and strong, +Like bulls who lead the lowing throng, +Your arms, unmatched for grace and length, +With massive clubs may vie in strength. +Why do no gauds those limbs adorn +Where priceless gems were meetly worn? +Each noble youth is fit, I deem, +To guard this earth, as lord supreme, +With all her woods and seas, to reign +From Meru's peak to Vindhya's chain. +Your smooth bows decked with dyes and gold +Are glorious in their masters' hold, +And with the arms of Indra546 vie +Which diamond splendours beautify. +Your quivers glow with golden sheen, +Well stored with arrows fleet and keen, +Each gleaming like a fiery snake +That joys the foeman's life to take. +As serpents cast their sloughs away +And all their new born sheen display, +So flash your mighty swords inlaid +With burning gold on hilt and blade. +Why are you silent, heroes? Why +My questions hear nor deign reply? +Sugríva, lord of virtuous mind, +The foremost of the Vanar kind, +An exile from his royal state, +Roams through the land disconsolate. +I, Hanuman, of Vanar race, +Sent by the king have sought this place, +For he, the pious, just, and true, +In friendly league would join with you. +Know, godlike youths, that I am one +Of his chief lords, the Wind-God's son. +With course unchecked I roam at will, +And now from Rishyamúka's hill, +To please his heart, his hope to speed, +I came disguised in beggar's weed.” +Thus Hanúman, well trained in lore +Of language, spoke, and said no more. +The son of Raghu joyed to hear +The envoy's speech, and bright of cheer +He turned to Lakshman by his side, +And thus in words of transport cried: +“The counselor we now behold +Of King Sugríva righteous-souled. +His face I long have yearned to see, +And now his envoy comes to me +With sweetest words in courteous phrase +Answer this mighty lord who slays +His foemen, by Sugríva sent, +This Vanar chief most eloquent. +For one whose words so sweetly flow +The whole Rig-veda547 needs must know, +And in his well-trained memory store +The Yajush and the Saman's lore. +He must have bent his faithful ear +All grammar's varied rules to hear. +For his long speech how well he spoke! +In all its length no rule he broke. +In eye, on brow, in all his face +The keenest look no guile could trace. +No change of hue, no pose of limb +Gave sign that aught was false in him. +Concise, unfaltering, sweet and clear, +Without a word to pain the ear. +From chest to throat, nor high nor low, +His accents came in measured flow. +How well he spoke with perfect art +That wondrous speech that charmed the heart, +With finest skill and order graced +In words that knew nor pause nor haste! +That speech, with consonants that spring +From the three seats of uttering,548 +Would charm the spirit of a foe +Whose sword is raised for mortal blow. +How may a ruler's plan succeed +Who lacks such envoy good at need? +How fail, if one whose mind is stored +With gifts so rare assist his lord? +What plans can fail, with wisest speech +Of envoy's lips to further each?” +Thus Rama spoke; and Lakshman taught +In all the art that utters thought, +To King Sugríva's learned spy +Thus made his eloquent reply: +“Full well we know the gifts that grace +Sugríva, lord of Vanar race, +And hither turn our wandering feet +That we that high-souled king may meet. +So now our pleasant task shall be +To do the words he speaks by thee.” +His prudent speech the Vanar heard, +And all his heart with joy was stirred. +And hope that league with them would bring +Redress and triumph to his king. +[pg 327] +Canto IV. Lakshman's Reply. +Cheered by the words that Rama spoke, +Joy in the Vanar's breast awoke, +And, as his friendly mood he knew, +His thoughts to King Sugríva flew: +“Again,” he mused, “my high-souled lord +Shall rule, to kingly state restored; +Since one so mighty comes to save, +And freely gives the help we crave.” +Then joyous Hanuman, the best +Of all the Vanar kind, addressed +These words to Rama, trained of yore +In all the arts of speakers' lore:549 +“Why do your feet this forest tread +By silvan life inhabited, +This awful maze of tree and thorn +Which Pampa's flowering groves adorn?” +He spoke: obedient to the eye +Of Rama, Lakshman made reply, +The name and fortune to unfold +Of Raghu's son the lofty-souled: +“True to the law, of fame unstained, +The glorious Daśaratha reigned, +And, steadfast in his duty, long +Kept the four castes550 from scathe and wrong. +Through his wide realm his will was done, +And, loved by all, he hated none. +Just to each creature great and small, +Like the Good Sire he cared for all. +The agnishṭom,551 as priests advised, +And various rites he solemnized, +Where ample largess ever paid +The Brahmans for their holy aid. +Here Rama stands, his heir by birth, +Whose name is glorious in the earth: +Sure refuge he of all oppressed, +Most faithful to his sire's behest. +He, Daśaratha's eldest born +Whom gifts above the rest adorn, +Lord of each high imperial sign,552 +The glory of his kingly line, +Reft of his right, expelled from home, +Came forth with me the woods to roam. +And Síta too, his faithful dame, +Forth with her virtuous husband came, +Like the sweet light when day is done +Still cleaving to her lord the sun. +And me his sweet perfections drew +To follow as his servant true. +Named Lakshman, brother of my lord +Of grateful heart with knowledge stored +Most meet is he all bliss to share, +Who makes the good of all his care. +While, power and lordship cast away, +In the wild wood he chose to stay, +A giant came,—his name unknown,— +And stole the princess left alone. +Then Diti's son553 who, cursed of yore, +The semblance of a Rakshas wore, +To King Sugríva bade us turn +The robber's name and home to learn. +For he, the Vanar chief, would know +The dwelling of our secret foe. +Such words of hope spake Diti's son, +And sought the heaven his deeds had won. +Thou hast my tale. From first to last +Thine ears have heard whate'er has past. +Rama the mighty lord and I +For refuge to Sugríva fly. +The prince whose arm bright glory gained, +O'er the whole earth as monarch reigned, +And richest gifts to others gave, +Is come Sugríva's help to crave; +Son of a king the surest friend +Of virtue, him who loved to lend +His succour to the suffering weak, +Is come Sugríva's aid to seek. +Yes, Raghu's son whose matchless hand +Protected all this sea-girt land, +The virtuous prince, my holy guide, +For refuge seeks Sugríva's side. +His favour sent on great and small +Should ever save and prosper all. +He now to win Sugríva's grace +Has sought his woodland dwelling-place. +[pg 328] +Son of a king of glorious fame;— +Who knows not Daśaratha's name?— +From whom all princes of the earth +Received each honour due to worth;— +Heir of that best of earthly kings, +Rama the prince whose glory rings +Through realms below and earth and skies, +For refuge to Sugríva flies. +Nor should the Vanar king refuse +The boon for which the suppliant sues, +But with his forest legions speed +To save him in his utmost need.” +Sumitra's son, his eyes bedewed +With piteous tears, thus sighed and sued. +Then, trained in all the arts that guide +The speaker, Hanuman replied: +“Yea, lords like you of wisest thought, +Whom happy fate has hither brought, +Who vanquish ire and rule each sense, +Must of our lord have audience. +Reft of his kingdom, sad, forlorn, +Once Bali's hate now Bali's scorn, +Defeated, severed from his spouse, +Wandering under forest boughs, +Child of the Sun, our lord and king +Sugríva will his succours bring, +And all our Vanar hosts combined +Will trace the dame you long to find.” +With gentle tone and winning grace +Thus spake the chief of Vanar race, +And then to Raghu's son he cried: +“Come, haste we to Sugríva's side.” +He spoke, and for his words so sweet +Good Lakshman paid all honour meet; +Then turned and cried to Raghu's son: +“Now deem thy task already done, +Because this chief of Vanar kind, +Son of the God who rules the wind, +Declares Sugríva's self would be +Assisted in his need by thee. +Bright gleams of joy his cheek o'erspread +As each glad word of hope he said; +And ne'er will one so valiant deign +To cheer our hearts with hope in vain.” +He spoke, and Hanuman the wise +Cast off his mendicant disguise, +And took again his Vanar form, +Son of the God of wind and storm. +High on his ample back in haste +Raghu's heroic sons he placed, +And turned with rapid steps to find +The sovereign of the Vanar kind. +Canto V. The League. +From Rishyamúka's rugged side +To Malaya's hill the Vanar hied, +And to his royal chieftain there +Announced the coming of the pair: +“See, here with Lakshman Rama stands +Illustrious in a hundred lands. +Whose valiant heart will never quail +Although a thousand foes assail; +King Daśaratha's son, the grace +And glory of Ikshvaku's race. +Obedient to his father's will +He cleaves to sacred duty still. +With rites of royal pomp and pride +His sire the Fire-God gratified; +Ten hundred thousand kine he freed, +And priests enriched with ample meed; +And the broad land protected, famed +For truthful lips and passions tamed. +Through woman's guile his son has made +His dwelling in the forest shade, +Where, as he lived with every sense +Subdued in hermit abstinence, +Fierce Ravan stole his wife, and he +Is come a suppliant, lord, to thee. +Now let all honour due be paid +To these great chiefs who seek thine aid.” +Thus spake the Vanar prince, and, stirred +With friendly thoughts, Sugríva heard. +The light of joy his face o'erspread, +And thus to Raghu's son he said: +“O Prince, in rules of duty trained, +Caring for all with love unfeigned, +Hanúman's tongue has truly shown +The virtues that are thine alone. +My chiefest glory, gain, and bliss, +O stranger Prince, I reckon this, +That Raghu's son will condescend +To seek the Vanar for his friend. +If thou my true ally wouldst be +Accept the pledge I offer thee, +This hand in sign of friendship take, +And bind the bond we ne'er will break.” +He spoke, and joy thrilled Rama's breast; +Sugríva's hand he seized and pressed +And, transport beaming from his eye, +Held to his heart his new ally. +In wanderer's weed disguised no more, +His proper form Hanúman wore. +Then, wood with wood engendering,554 came +Neath his deft hands the kindled flame. +Between the chiefs that fire he placed +[pg 329] +With wreaths of flowers and worship graced. +And round its blazing glory went +The friends with slow steps reverent. +Thus each to other pledged and bound +In solemn league new transport found, +And bent upon his dear ally +The gaze he ne'er could satisfy. +“Friend of my soul art thou: we share +Each other's joy, each other's care;” +Thus in the bliss that thrilled his breast +Sugríva Raghu's son addressed. +From a high Sal a branch he tore +Which many a leaf and blossom bore, +And the fine twigs beneath them laid +A seat for him and Rama made. +Then Hanuman with joyous mind, +Son of the God who rules the wind, +To Lakshman gave, his seat to be, +The gay branch of a Sandal tree. +Then King Sugríva with his eyes +Still trembling with the sweet surprise +Of the great joy he could not hide, +To Raghu's noblest scion cried: +“O Rama, racked with woe and fear, +Spurned by my foes, I wander here. +Reft of my spouse, forlorn I dwell +Here in my forest citadel. +Or wild with terror and distress +Roam through the distant wilderness. +Vext by my brother Bali long +My soul has borne the scathe and wrong. +Do thou, whose virtues all revere, +Release me from my woe and fear. +From dire distress thy friend to free +Is a high task and worthy thee.” +He spoke, and Raghu's son who knew +All sacred duties men should do. +The friend of justice, void of guile, +Thus answered with a gentle smile: +“Great Vanar, friends who seek my aid +Still find their trust with fruit repaid. +Bali, thy foe, who stole away +Thy wife this vengeful hand shall slay. +These shafts which sunlike flash and burn, +Winged with the feathers of the hern, +Each swift of flight and sure and dread, +With even knot and pointed head, +Fierce as the crashing fire-bolt sent +By him who rules the firmament,555 +Shall reach thy wicked foe and like +Infuriate serpents hiss and strike. +Thou, Vanar King, this day shalt see +The foe who long has injured thee +Lie, like a shattered mountain, low, +Slain by the tempest of my bow.” +Thus Rama spake: Sugríva heard, +And mighty joy his bosom stirred: +As thus his champion he addressed: +“Now by thy favour, first and best +Of heroes, shall thy friend obtain +His realm and darling wife again +Recovered from the foe. +Check thou mine elder brother's might; +That ne'er again his deadly spite +May rob me of mine ancient right, +Or vex my soul with woe.” +The league was struck, a league to bring +To Síta fiends, and Vanar king556 +Apportioned bliss and bale. +Through her left eye quick throbbings shot,557 +Glad signs the lady doubted not, +That told their hopeful tale. +The bright left eye of Bali felt +An inauspicious throb that dealt +A deadly blow that day. +The fiery left eyes of the crew +Of demons felt the throb, and knew +The herald of dismay. +Canto VI. The Tokens. +With joy that sprang from hope restored +To Rama spake the Vanar lord: +“I know, by wise Hanúman taught, +Why thou the lonely wood hast sought. +Where with thy brother Lakshman thou +Hast sojourned, bound by hermit vow; +Have heard how Síta, Janak's child, +Was stolen in the pathless wild, +How by a roving Rakshas she +Weeping was reft from him and thee; +How, bent on death, the giant slew +The vulture king, her guardian true, +And gave thy widowed breast to know +A solitary mourner's woe. +But soon, dear Prince, thy heart shall be +From every trace of sorrow free; +[pg 330] +For I thy darling will restore, +Lost like the prize of holy lore.558 +Yea, though in heaven the lady dwell, +Or prisoned in the depths of hell, +My friendly care her way shall track +And bring thy ransomed darling back. +Let this my promise soothe thy care, +Nor doubt the words I truly swear. +Saints, fiends, and dwellers of the skies +Shall find thy wife a bitter prize, +Like the rash child who rues too late +The treacherous lure of poisoned cate. +No longer, Prince, thy loss deplore: +Thy darling wife will I restore. +'Twas she I saw: my heart infers +That shrinking form was doubtless hers, +Which gaint Ravan, fierce and dread, +Bore swiftly through the clouds o'erhead +Still writhing in his strict embrace +Like helpless queen of serpent race,559 +And from her lips that sad voice came +Shrieking thine own and Lakshman's name. +High on a hill she saw me stand +With comrades twain on either hand. +Her outer robe to earth she threw, +And with it sent her anklets too. +We saw the glittering tokens fall, +We found them there and kept them all. +These will I bring: perchance thine eyes +The treasured spoils will recognize.” +He ceased: then Raghu's son replied +To the glad tale, and eager cried: +“Bring them with all thy speed: delay +No more, dear friend, but haste away.” +Thus Rama spoke. Sugríva hied +Within the mountain's caverned side, +Impelled by love that stirred each thought +The precious tokens quickly brought, +And said to Raghu's son: Behold +This garment and these rings of gold. +In Rama's hand with friendly haste +The jewels and the robe he placed. +Then, like the moon by mist assailed, +The tear-dimmed eyes of Rama failed; +That burst of woe unmanned his frame, +Woe sprung from passion for his dame, +And with his manly strength o'erthrown, +He fell and cried, Ah me! mine own! +Again, again close to his breast +The ornaments and robe he pressed, +While the quick pants that shook his frame +As from a furious serpent came. +On his dear brother standing nigh +He turned at length his piteous eye; +And, while his tears increasing ran, +In bitter wail he thus began: +“Look, brother, and behold once more +The ornaments and robe she wore, +Dropped while the giant bore away +In cruel arras his struggling prey, +Dropped in some quiet spot, I ween, +Where the young grass was soft and green; +For still untouched by spot or stain +Their former beauty all retain.” +He spoke with many a tear and sigh, +And thus his brother made reply: +“The bracelets thou hast fondly shown, +And earrings, are to me unknown, +But by long service taught I greet +The anklets of her honoured feet.”560 +Then to Sugríva Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, these words addressed: +“Say to what quarter of the sky +The cruel fiend was seen to fly, +Bearing afar my captured wife, +My darling dearer than my life. +Speak, Vanar King, that I may know +Where dwells the cause of all my woe; +The fiend for whose transgression all +The giants by this hand shall fall. +He who the Maithil lady stole +And kindled fury in my soul, +Has sought his fate in senseless pride +And opened Death's dark portal wide. +Then tell me, Vanar lord, I pray, +The dwelling of my foe, +And he, beneath this hand, to-day +To Yama's halls shall go.” +[pg 331] +Canto VII. Rama Consoled. +With longing love and woe oppressed +The Vanar chief he thus addressed: +And he, while sobs his utterance broke, +Raised up his reverent hands and spoke: +“O Raghu's son, I cannot tell +Where now that cruel fiend may dwell, +Declare his power and might, or trace +The author of his cursed race. +Still trust the promise that I make +And let thy breast no longer ache. +So will I toil, nor toil in vain, +That thou thy consort mayst regain. +So will I work with might and skill +That joy anew thy heart shall fill: +The valour of my soul display, +And Ravan and his legions slay. +Awake, awake! unmanned no more +Recall the strength was thine of yore. +Beseems not men like thee to wear +A weak heart yielding to despair. +Like troubles, too, mine eyes have seen, +Lamenting for a long-lost queen; +But, by despair unconquered yet, +My strength of mind I ne'er forget. +Far more shouldst thou of lofty soul +Thy passion and thy tears control, +When I, of Vanar's humbler strain, +Weep not for her in ceaseless pain. +Be firm, be patient, nor forget +The bounds the brave of heart have set +In loss, in woe, in strife, in fear, +When the dark hour of death is near. +Up! with thine own brave heart advise: +Not thus despond the firm and wise. +But he who gives his childish heart +To choose the coward's weakling part, +Sinks, like a foundered vessel, deep +In waves of woe that o'er him sweep. +See, suppliant hand to hand I lay, +And, moved by faithful love, I pray. +Give way no more to grief and gloom, +But all thy native strength resume. +No joy on earth, I ween, have they +Who yield their souls to sorrow's sway. +Their glory fades in slow decline: +'Tis not for thee to grieve and pine. +I do but hint with friendly speech +The wiser part I dare not teach. +This better path, dear friend, pursue, +And let not grief thy soul subdue.” +Sugríva thus with gentle art +And sweet words soothed the mourner's heart, +Who brushed off with his mantle's hem +Tears from the eyes bedewed with them. +Sugríva's words were not in vain, +And Rama was himself again, +Around the king his arms he threw +And thus began his speech anew: +“Whate'er a friend most wise and true, +Who counsels for the best, should do, +Whate'er his gentle part should be, +Has been performed, dear friend, by thee. +Taught by thy counsel, O my lord, +I feel my native strength restored. +A friend like thee is hard to gain, +Most rare in time of grief and pain. +Now strain thine utmost power to trace +The Maithil lady's dwelling place, +And aid me in my search to find +Fierce Ravan of the impious mind. +Trust thou, in turn, thy loyal friend, +And say what aid this arm can lend +To speed thy hopes, as fostering rain +Quickens in earth the scattered grain. +Deem not those words, that seemed to spring +From pride, are false, O Vanar King. +None from these lips has ever heard, +None e'er shall hear, one lying word. +Again I promise and declare, +Yea, by my truth, dear friend, I swear.” +Then glad was King Sugríva's breast, +And all his lords their joy confessed, +Stirred by sure hope of Rama's aid, +And promise which the prince had made. +Canto VIII. Rama's Promise. +Doubt from Sugríva's heart had fled, +And thus to Raghu's son he said: +“No bliss the Gods of heaven deny. +Each views me with a favouring eye, +When thou, whom all good gifts attend, +Hast sought me and become my friend. +Leagued, friend, with thee in bold emprise +My arm might win the conquered skies; +And shall our banded strength be weak +To gain the realm which now I seek? +A happy fate was mine above +My kith and kin and all I love, +When, near the witness fire, I won +Thy friendship, Raghu's glorious son. +Thou too in ripening time shall see +Thy friend not all unworthy thee. +What gifts I have shall thus be shown: +Not mine the tongue to make them known. +Strong is the changeless bond that binds +The friendly faith of noble minds, +In woe, in danger, firm and sure +Their constancy and love endure. +Gold, silver, jewels rich and rare +They count as wealth for friends to share. +[pg 332] +Yea, be they rich or poor and low, +Blest with all joys or sunk in woe, +Stained with each fault or pure of blame, +Their friends the nearest place may claim; +For whom they leave, at friendship's call, +Their gold, their bliss, their homes and all.” +He spoke by generous impulse moved, +And Raghu's son his speech approved +Glancing at Lakshman by his side, +Like Indra in his beauty's pride. +The Vanar monarch saw the pair +Of mighty brothers standing there, +And turned his rapid eye to view +The forest trees that near him grew. +He saw, not far from where he stood, +A Sal tree towering o'er the wood. +Amid the thick leaves many a bee +Graced the scant blossoms of the tree, +From whose dark shade a bough, that bore +A load of leafy twigs, he tore, +Which on the grassy ground he laid +And seats for him and Rama made. +Hanúman saw them sit, he sought +A Sal tree's leafy bough and brought +The burthen, and with meek request +Entreated Lakshman, too, to rest. +There on the noble mountain's brow, +Strewn with the young leaves of the bough, +Sat Raghu's son in placid ease +Calm as the sea when sleeps the breeze. +Sugríva's heart with rapture swelled, +And thus, by eager love impelled, +He spoke in gracious tone, that, oft +Checked by his joy, was low and soft: +“I, by my brother's might oppressed, +By ceaseless woe and fear distressed, +Mourning my consort far away, +On Rishyamúka's mountain stray. +Expelled by Bali's cruel hate +I wander here disconsolate. +Do thou to whom all sufferers flee, +From his dread hand deliver me.” +He spoke, and Rama, just and brave, +Whose pious soul to virtue clave, +Smiled as in conscious might he eyed +The king of Vanars, and replied: +“Best fruit of friendship is the deed +That helps the friend in hour of need; +And this mine arm in death shall lay +Thy robber ere the close of day. +For see, these feathered darts of mine +Whose points so fiercely flash and shine, +And shafts with golden emblem, came +From dark woods known by Skanda's name,561 +Winged from the pinion of the hern +Like Indra's bolts they strike and burn. +With even knots and piercing head +Each like a furious snake is sped; +With these, to-day, before thine eye +Shall, like a shattered mountain, lie +Bali, thy dread and wicked foe, +O'erwhelmed in hideous overthrow.” +He spoke: Sugríva's bosom swelled +With hope and joy unparalleled. +Then his glad voice the Vanar raised, +And thus the son of Raghu praised: +“Long have I pined in depth of grief; +Thou art the hope of all, O chief. +Now, Raghu's son, I hail thee friend, +And bid thee to my woes attend; +For, by my truth I swear it, now +Not life itself is dear as thou, +Since by the witness fire we met +And friendly hand in hand was set. +Friend communes now with friend, and hence +I tell with surest confidence, +How woes that on my spirit weigh +Consume me through the night and day.” +For sobs and sighs he scarce could speak, +And his sad voice came low and weak, +As, while his eyes with tears o'erflowed, +The burden of his soul he showed. +Then by strong effort, bravely made, +The torrent of his tears he stayed, +Wiped his bright eyes, his grief subdued, +And thus, more calm, his speech renewed: +“By Bali's conquering might oppressed, +Of power and kingship dispossessed, +Loaded with taunts of scorn and hate +I left my realm and royal state. +He tore away my consort: she +Was dearer than my life to me, +And many a friend to me and mine +In hopeless chains was doomed to pine. +With wicked thoughts, unsated still, +Me whom he wrongs he yearns to kill; +And spies of Vanar race, who tried +To slay me, by this hand have died. +Moved by this constant doubt and fear +I saw thee, Prince, and came not near. +When woe and peril gather round +A foe in every form is found. +Save Hanuman, O Raghu's son, +And these, no friend is left me, none. +Through their kind aid, a faithful band +Who guard their lord from hostile hand, +Rest when their chieftain rests and bend +Their steps where'er he lists to wend,— +Through them alone, in toil and pain, +My wretched life I still sustain. +[pg 333] +Enough, for thou hast heard in brief +The story of my pain and grief. +His mighty strength all regions know, +My brother, but my deadly foe. +Ah, if the proud oppressor fell, +His death would all my woe dispel. +Yea, on my cruel conqueror's fall +My joy depends, my life, my all. +This were the end and sure relief, +O Rama, of my tale of grief. +Fair be his lot or dark with woe, +No comfort like a friend I know.” +Then Rama spoke: “O friend, relate +Whence sprang fraternal strife and hate, +That duly taught by thee, I may +Each foeman's strength and weakness weigh: +And skilled in every chance restore +The blissful state thou hadst before. +For, when I think of all the scorn +And bitter woe thou long hast borne, +My soul indignant swells with pain +Like waters flushed with furious rain. +Then, ere I string this bended bow, +Tell me the tale I long to know, +Ere from the cord my arrow fly, +And low in death thy foeman lie.” +He spoke: Sugríva joyed to hear, +Nor less his lords were glad of cheer: +And thus to Rama mighty-souled +The cause that moved their strife he told: +Canto IX. Sugríva's Story.562 +“My brother, known by Bali's name, +Had won by might a conqueror's fame. +My father's eldest-born was he, +Well honoured by his sire and me. +My father died, and each sage lord +Named Bali king with one accord; +And he, by right of birth ordained, +The sovereign of the Vanars reigned. +He in his royal place controlled +The kingdom of our sires of old, +And I all faithful service lent +To aid my brother's government. +The fiend Mayaví,—him of yore +To Dundubhi563 his mother bore,— +For woman's love in strife engaged, +A deadly war with Bali waged. +When sleep had chained each weary frame +To vast Kishkindha564 gates he came, +And, shouting through the shades of night, +Challenged his foeman to the fight. +My brother heard the furious shout, +And wild with rage rushed madly out, +Though fain would I and each sad wife +Detain him from the deadly strife. +He burned his demon foe to slay, +And rushed impetuous to the fray. +His weeping wives he thrust aside, +And forth, impelled by fury, hied; +While, by my love and duty led, +I followed where my brother sped. +Mayaví looked, and at the sight +Fled from his foes in wild affright. +The flying fiend we quickly viewed, +And with swift feet his steps pursued. +Then rose the moon, whose friendly ray +Cast light upon our headlong way. +By the soft beams was dimly shown +A mighty cave with grass o'ergrown. +Within its depths he sprang, and we +The demon's form no more might see. +My brother's breast was all aglow +With fury when he missed the foe, +And, turning, thus to me he said +With senses all disquieted: +“Here by the cavern's mouth remain; +Keep ear and eye upon the strain, +While I the dark recess explore +And dip my brand in foeman's gore.” +I heard his angry speech, and tried +To turn him from his plan aside. +He made me swear by both his feet, +And sped within the dark retreat. +While in the cave he stayed, and I +Watched at the mouth, a year went by. +For his return I looked in vain, +And, moved by love, believed him slain. +I mourned, by doubt and fear distressed, +And greater horror seized my breast +When from the cavern rolled a flood, +A carnage stream of froth and blood; +And from the depths a sound of fear, +The roar of demons, smote mine ear; +But never rang my brother's shout +Triumphant in the battle rout. +I closed the cavern with a block, +Huge as a hill, of shattered rock. +Gave offerings due to Bali's shade, +And sought Kishkindha, sore dismayed. +Long time with anxious care I tried +From Bali's lords his fate to hide, +But they, when once the tale was known, +Placed me as king on Bali's throne. +There for a while I justly reigned +[pg 334] +And all with equal care ordained, +When joyous from the demon slain +My brother Bali came again. +He found me ruling in his stead, +And, fired with rage, his eyes grew red. +He slew the lords who made me king, +And spoke keen words to taunt and sting. +The kingly rank and power I held +My brother's rage with ease had quelled, +But still, restrained by old respect +For claims of birth, the thought I checked. +Thus having struck the demon down +Came Bali to his royal town. +With meek respect, with humble speech, +His haughty heart I strove to reach. +But all my arts were tried in vain, +No gentle word his lips would deign, +Though to the ground I bent and set +His feet upon my coronet: +Still Bali in his rage and pride +All signs of grace and love denied.” +Canto X. Sugríva's Story. +“I strove to soothe and lull to rest +The fury of his troubled breast: +“Well art thou come, dear lord,” I cried. +“By whose strong arm thy foe has died. +Forlorn I languished here, but now +My saviour and defence art thou. +Once more receive this regal shade565 +Like the full moon in heaven displayed; +And let the chouries,566 thus restored, +Wave glorious o'er the rightful lord. +I kept my watch, thy word obeyed, +And by the cave a year I stayed. +But when I saw that stream of blood +Rush from the cavern in a flood, +My sad heart broken with dismay, +And every wandering sense astray, +I barred the entrance with a stone,— +A crag from some high mountain thrown— +Turned from the spot I watched in vain, +And to Kishkindha came again. +My deep distress and downcast mien +By citizen and lord were seen. +They made me king against my will: +Forgive me if the deed was ill. +True as I ever was I see +My honoured king once more in thee; +I only ruled a while the state +When thou hadst left us desolate. +This town with people, lords, and lands, +Lay as a trust in guardian hands: +And now, my gracious lord, accept +The kingdom which thy servant kept. +Forgive me, victor of the foe, +Nor let thy wrath against me glow. +See joining suppliant hands I pray, +And at thy feet my head I lay. +Believe my words: against my will +The royal seat they made me fill. +Unkinged they saw the city, hence +They made me lord for her defence.” +But Bali, though I humbly sued, +Reviled me in his furious mood: +“Out on thee, wretch!” in wrath he cried +With many a bitter taunt beside. +He summoned every lord, and all +His subjects gathered at his call. +Then forth his burning anger broke, +And thus amid his friends he spoke: +“I need not tell, for well ye know, +How fierce Mayaví, fiend and foe, +Came to Kishkindha's gate by night, +And dared me in his wrath to fight. +I heard each word the demon said: +Forth from my royal hall I sped; +And, foe in brother's guise concealed, +Sugríva followed to the field. +The mighty demon through the shade +Beheld me come with one to aid: +Then shrinking from unequal fight, +He turned his back in swiftest flight. +From vengeful foes his life to save +He sought the refuge of a cave. +Then when I saw the fiend had fled +Within that cavern dark and dread, +Thus to my brother cruel-eyed, +Impatient in my wrath, I cried: +“I seek no more my royal town +Till I have struck the demon down. +Here by the cavern's mouth remain +Until my hand the foe have slain.” +Upon his faith my heart relied, +And swift within the depths I hied. +A year went by: in every spot +I sought the fiend, but found him not. +At length my foe I saw and slew, +Whom long I feared when lost to view; +And all his kinsmen by his side +Beneath my vengeful fury died. +The monster, as he reeled and fell, +Poured forth his blood with roar and yell; +And, filling all the cavern, dyed +The portal with the crimson tide. +Upon my foeman slain at last +One look, one pitying look, I cast. +I sought again the light of day: +The cave was closed and left no way. +To the barred mouth I sadly came, +And called aloud Sugríva's name. +But all was still: no voice replied, +[pg 335] +And hope within my bosom died. +With furious efforts, vain at first, +Through bars of rock my way I burst. +Then, free once more, the path that brought +My feet in safety home I sought. +'Twas thus Sugríva dared despise +The claim of brothers' friendly ties. +With crags of rock he barred me in, +And for himself the realm would win.” +Thus Bali spoke in words severe; +And then, unmoved by ruth or fear, +Left me a single robe and sent +His brother forth in banishment. +He cast me out with scathe and scorn, +And from my side my wife was torn. +Now in great fear and ill at ease +I roam this land with woods and seas, +Or dwell on Rishyamúka's hill, +And sorrow for my consort still. +Thou hast the tale how first arose +This bitter hate of brother foes. +Such are the griefs neath which I pine, +And all without a fault of mine. +O swift to save in hour of fear, +My prayer who dread this Bali, hear +With gracious love assistance deign, +And mine oppressor's arm restrain.” +Then Raghu's son, the good and brave, +With a gay laugh his answer gave: +“These shafts of mine which ne'er can fail, +Before whose sheen the sun grows pale, +Winged by my fury, fleet and fierce, +The wicked Bali's heart shall pierce. +Yea, mark the words I speak, so long +Shall live that wretch who joys in wrong, +Until these angered eyes have seen +The robber of thy darling queen. +I, taught by equal suffering, know +What waves of grief above thee flow. +This hand thy captive wife shall free, +And give thy kingdom back to thee.” +Sugríva joyed as Rama spoke, +And valour in his breast awoke. +His eye grew bright, his heart grew bold, +And thus his wondrous tale he told: +Canto XI. Dundubhi. +“I doubt not, Prince, thy peerless might, +Armed with these shafts so keen and bright, +Like all-destroying fires of fate, +The worlds could burn and devastate. +But lend thou first thy mind and ear +Of Bali's power and might to hear. +How bold, how firm, in battle tried, +Is Bali's heart; and then decide. +From east to west, from south to north +On restless errand hurrying forth, +From farthest sea to sea he flies +Before the sun has lit the skies. +A mountain top he oft will seek, +Tear from its root a towering peak, +Hurl it aloft, as 'twere a ball, +And catch it ere to earth it fall. +And many a tree that long has stood +In health and vigour in the wood, +His single arm to earth will throw, +The marvels of his might to show. +Shaped like a bull, a monster bore +The name of Dundubhi of yore: +He matched in size a mountain height, +A thousand elephants in might. +By pride of wondrous gifts impelled, +And strength he deemed unparalleled, +To Ocean, lord of stream and brook, +Athirst for war, his way he took. +He reached the king of rolling waves +Whose gems are piled in sunless caves, +And threw his challenge to the sea; +“Come forth, O King, and fight with me.” +He spoke, and from his ocean bed +The righteous567 monarch heaved his head, +And gave, sedate, his calm reply +To him whom fate impelled to die: +“Not mine, not mine the power,” he cried, +“To cope with thee in battle tried; +But listen to my voice, and seek +The worthier foe of whom I speak. +The Lord of Hills, where hermits live +And love the home his forests give, +Whose child is Śankar's darling queen,568 +The King of Snows is he I mean. +Deep caves has he, and dark boughs shade +The torrent and the wild cascade. +From him expect the fierce delight +Which heroes feel in equal fight.” +He deemed that fear checked ocean's king, +And, like an arrow from the string, +To the wild woods that clothe the side +Of Lord Himalaya's hills he hied. +Then Dundubhi, with hideous roar, +Huge fragments from the summit tore +Vast as Airavat,569 white with snow, +And hurled them to the plains below. +Then like a white cloud soft, serene, +The Lord of Mountains' form was seen. +It sat upon a lofty crest, +And thus the furious fiend addressed: +“Beseems thee not, O virtue's friend, +My mountain tops to rive and rend; +[pg 336] +For I, the hermit's calm retreat, +For deeds of war am all unmeet.” +The demon's eye with rage grew red, +And thus in furious tone he said: +“If thou from fear or sloth decline +To match thy strength in war with mine, +Where shall I find a champion, say, +To meet me burning for the fray?” +He spoke: Himalaya, skilled in lore +Of eloquence, replied once more, +And, angered in his righteous mind, +Addressed the chief of demon kind: +“The Vanar Bali, brave and wise, +Son of the God who rules the skies,570 +Sways, glorious in his high renown, +Kishkindha his imperial town. +Well may that valiant lord who knows +Each art of war his might oppose +To thine, in equal battle set, +As Namuehi571 and Indra met. +Go, if thy soul desire the fray; +To Bali's city speed away, +And that unconquered hero meet +Whose fame is high for warlike feat.” +He listened to the Lord of Snow, +And, his proud heart with rage aglow, +Sped swift away and lighted down +By vast Kishkindha, Bali's town. +With pointed horns to strike and gore +The semblance of a bull he bore, +Huge as a cloud that downward bends +Ere the full flood of rain descends. +Impelled by pride and rage and hate, +He thundered at Kishkindha's gate; +And with his bellowing, like the sound +Of pealing drums, he shook the ground, +He rent the earth and prostrate threw +The trees that near the portal grew. +King Bali from the bowers within +Indignant heard the roar and din. +Then, moonlike mid the stars, with all +His dames he hurried to the wall; +And to the fiend this speech, expressed +In clear and measured words, addressed: +“Know me for monarch. Bali styled, +Of Vanar tribes that roam the wild. +Say why dost thou this gate molest, +And bellowing thus disturb our rest? +I know thee, mighty fiend: beware +And guard thy life with wiser care.” +He spoke: and thus the fiend returned, +While red with rage his eyeballs burned: +“What! speak when all thy dames are nigh +And hero-like thy foe defy? +Come, meet me in the fight this day, +And learn my strength by bold assay. +Or shall I spare thee, and relent +Until the coming night be spent? +Take then the respite of a night +And yield thee to each soft delight. +Then, monarch of the Vanar race +With loving arms thy friends embrace. +Gifts on thy faithful lords bestow, +Bid each and all farewell, and go. +Show in the streets once more thy face, +Install thy son to fill thy place. +Dally a while with each dear dame; +And then my strength thy pride shall tame +For, should I smite thee drunk with wine +Enamoured of those dames of thine, +Beneath diseases bowed and bent, +Or weak, unarmed, or negligent, +My deed would merit hate and scorn +As his who slays the child unborn.” +Then Bali's soul with rage was fired, +Queen Tara and the dames retired; +And slowly, with a laugh of pride, +The king of Vanars thus replied: +“Me, fiend, thou deemest drunk with wine: +Unless thy fear the fight decline, +Come, meet me in the fray, and test +The spirit of my valiant breast.” +He spoke in wrath and high disdain; +And, laying down his golden chain, +Gift of his sire Mahendra, dared +The demon, for the fray prepared; +Seized by the horns the monster, vast +As a huge hill, and held him fast, +Then fiercely dragged him round and round, +And, shouting, hurled him to the ground. +Blood streaming from his ears, he rose, +And wild with fury strove the foes. +Then Bali, match for Indra's might, +With every arm renewed the fight. +He fought with fists, and feet, and knees, +With fragments of the rock, and trees. +At last the monster's strength, assailed +By Śakra's572 conquering offspring, failed. +Him Bali raised with mighty strain +And dashed upon the ground again; +Where, bruised and shattered, in a tide +Of rushing blood, the demon died. +King Bali saw the lifeless corse, +And bending, with tremendous force +Raised the huge bulk from where it lay, +And hurled it full a league away. +As through the air the body flew, +Some blood-drops, caught by gales that blew, +Welled from his shattered jaw and fell +By Saint Matanga's hermit cell: +Matanga saw, illustrious sage, +Those drops defile his hermitage, +[pg 337] +And, as he marvelled whence they came, +Fierce anger filled his soul with flame: +“Who is the villain, evil-souled, +With childish thoughts unwise and bold, +Who is the impious wretch,” he cried, +“By whom my grove with blood is dyed?” +Thus spoke Matanga in his rage, +And hastened from the hermitage, +When lo, before his wondering eyes +Lay the dead bull of mountain size. +His hermit soul was nothing slow +The doer of the deed to know, +And thus the Vanar in a burst +Of wild tempestuous wrath he cursed: +“Ne'er let that Vanar wander here, +For, if he come, his death is near, +Whose impious hand with blood has dyed +The holy place where I abide, +Who threw this demon corse and made +A ruin of the pleasant shade. +If e'er he plant his wicked feet +Within one league of my retreat; +Yea, if the villain come so nigh +That very hour he needs must die. +And let the Vanar lords who dwell +In the dark woods that skirt my cell +Obey my words, and speeding hence +Find them some meeter residence. +Here if they dare to stay, on all +The terrors of my curse shall fall. +They spoil the tender saplings, dear +As children which I cherish here, +Mar root and branch and leaf and spray, +And steal the ripening fruit away. +One day I grant, no further hour, +To-morrow shall my curse have power, +And then each Vanar I may see +A stone through countless years shall be.” +The Vanars heard the curse and hied +From sheltering wood and mountain side. +King Bali marked their haste and dread, +And to the flying leaders said: +“Speak, Vanar chiefs, and tell me why +From Saint Matanga's grove ye fly +To gather round me: is it well +With all who in those woodlands dwell?” +He spoke: the Vanar leaders told +King Bali with his chain of gold +What curse the saint had on them laid, +Which drove them from their ancient shade. +Then royal Bali sought the sage, +With reverent hands to soothe his rage. +The holy man his suppliant spurned, +And to his cell in anger turned. +That curse on Bali sorely pressed, +And long his conscious soul distressed. +Him still the curse and terror keep +Afar from Rishyamúka's steep. +He dares not to the grove draw nigh, +Nay scarce will hither turn his eye. +We know what terrors warm him hence, +And roam these woods in confidence. +Look, Prince, before thee white and dry +The demon's bones uncovered lie, +Who, like a hill in bulk and length, +Fell ruind for his pride of strength. +See those high Sal trees seven in row +That droop their mighty branches low, +These at one grasp would Bali seize, +And leafless shake the trembling trees. +These tales I tell, O Prince, to show +The matchless power that arms the foe. +How canst thou hope to slay him? how +Meet Bali in the battle now?” +Sugríva spoke and sadly sighed: +And Lakshman with a laugh replied: +“What show of power, what proof and test +May still the doubts that fill thy breast?” +He spoke. Sugríva thus replied: +“See yonder Sal trees side by side. +King Bali here would take his stand +Grasping his bow with vigorous hand, +And every arrow, keen and true, +Would strike its tree and pierce it through. +If Rama now his bow will bend, +And through one trunk an arrow send; +Or if his arm can raise and throw +Two hundred measures of his bow, +Grasped by a foot and hurled through air, +The demon bull that moulders there, +My heart will own his might and fain +Believe my foe already slain.” +Sugríva spoke inflamed with ire, +Scanned Rama with a glance of fire, +Pondered a while in silent mood. +And thus again his speech renewed: +“All lands with Bali's glories ring, +A valiant, strong, and mighty king; +In conscious power unused to yield, +A hero first in every field. +His wondrous deeds his might declare, +Deeds Gods might scarcely do or dare; +And on this power reflecting still +I roam on Rishyamúka's hill. +Awed by my brother's might I rove, +In doubt and fear, from grove to grove, +While Hanuman, my chosen friend, +And faithful lords my steps attend; +And now, O true to friendship's tie, +I hail in thee my best ally. +My surest refuge from my foes, +And steadfast as the Lord of Snows. +Still, when I muse how strong and bold +Is cruel Bali, evil-souled, +But ne'er, O chief of Raghu's line, +Have seen what strength in war is thine, +Though in my heart I may not dare +Doubt thy great might, despise, compare, +Thoughts of his fearful deeds will rise +And fill my soul with sad surmise. +Speech, form, and trust which naught may move +[pg 338] +Thy secret strength and glory prove, +As smouldering ashes dimly show +The dormant fires that live below.” +He ceased: and Rama answered, while +Played o'er his lips a gracious smile: +“Not yet convinced? This clear assay +Shall drive each lingering doubt away.” +Thus Rama spoke his heart to cheer, +To Dundubhi's vast frame drew near: +He touched it with his foot in play +And sent it twenty leagues away. +Sugríva marked what easy force +Hurled through the air that demon's corse +Whose mighty bones were white and dried, +And to the son of Raghu cried: +“My brother Bali, when his might +Was drunk and weary from the fight, +Hurled forth the monster body, fresh +With skin and sinews, blood and flesh. +Now flesh and blood are dried away, +The crumbling bones are light as hay, +Which thou, O Raghu's son, hast sent +Flying through air in merriment. +This test alone is weak to show +If thou be stronger or the foe. +By thee a heap of mouldering bone, +By him the recent corse was thrown. +Thy strength, O Prince, is yet untried: +Come, pierce one tree: let this decide. +Prepare thy ponderous bow and bring +Close to thine ear the straining string. +On yonder Sal tree fix thine eye, +And let the mighty arrow fly, +I doubt not, chief, that I shall see +Thy pointed shaft transfix the tree. +Then come, assay the easy task, +And do for love the thing I ask. +Best of all lights, the Day-God fills +With glory earth and sky: +Himalaya is the lord of hills +That heave their heads on high. +The royal lion is the best +Of beasts that tread the earth; +And thou, O hero, art confessed +First in heroic worth.” +Canto XII. The Palm Trees. +Then Rama, that his friend might know +His strength unrivalled, grasped his bow, +That mighty bow the foe's dismay,— +And on the string an arrow lay. +Next on the tree his eye he bent, +And forth the hurtling weapon went. +Loosed from the matchless hero's hold, +That arrow, decked with burning gold, +Cleft the seven palms in line, and through +The hill that rose behind them flew: +Six subterranean realms it passed, +And reached the lowest depth at last, +Whence speeding back through earth and air +It sought the quiver, and rested there.573 +Upon the cloven trees amazed, +The sovereign of the Vanars gazed. +With all his chains and gold outspread +Prostrate on earth he laid his head. +Then, rising, palm to palm he laid +In reverent act, obeisance made, +And joyously to Rama, best +Of war-trained chiefs, these words addressed: +“What champion, Raghu's son, may hope +With thee in deadly fight to cope, +Whose arrow, leaping from the bow, +Cleaves tree and hill and earth below? +Scarce might the Gods, arrayed for strife +By Indra's self, escape, with life +Assailed by thy victorious hand: +And how may Bali hope to stand? +All grief and care are past away, +And joyous thoughts my bosom sway, +Who have in thee a friend, renowned, +As Varun574 or as Indra, found. +Then on! subdue,—'tis friendship's claim,— +My foe who bears a brother's name. +Strike Bali down beneath thy feet: +With suppliant hands I thus entreat.” +Sugríva ceased, and Rama pressed +The grateful Vanar to his breast; +And thoughts of kindred feeling woke +In Lakshman's bosom, as he spoke: +“On to Kishkindha, on with speed! +Thou, Vanar King, our way shalt lead, +Then challenge Bali forth to fight. +Thy foe who scorns a brother's right.” +They sought Kishkindha's gate and stood +Concealed by trees in densest wood, +Sugríva, to the fight addressed, +More closely drew his cinctured vest, +And raised a wild sky-piercing shout +[pg 339] +To call the foeman Bali out. +Forth came impetuous Bali, stirred +To fury by the shout he heard. +So the great sun, ere night has ceased, +Springs up impatient to the east. +Then fierce and wild the conflict raged +As hand to hand the foes engaged, +As though in battle mid the stars +Fought Mercury and fiery Mars.575 +To highest pitch of frenzy wrought +With fists like thunderbolts they fought, +While near them Rama took his stand, +And viewed the battle, bow in hand. +Alike they stood in form and might, +Like heavenly Aśvins576 paired in fight, +Nor might the son of Raghu know +Where fought the friend and where the foe; +So, while his bow was ready bent, +No life-destroying shaft he sent. +Crushed down by Bali's mightier stroke +Sugríva's force now sank and broke, +Who, hoping naught from Rama's aid, +To Rishyamúka fled dismayed, +Weary, and faint, and wounded sore, +His body bruised and dyed with gore, +From Bali's blows, in rage and dread, +Afar to sheltering woods he fled. +Nor Bali farther dared pursue, +The curbing curse too well he knew. +“Fled from thy death!” the victor cried, +And home the mighty warrior hied. +Hanúman, Lakshman, Raghu's son +Beheld the conquered Vanar run, +And followed to the sheltering shade +Where yet Sugríva stood dismayed. +Near and more near the chieftains came, +Then, for intolerable shame, +Not daring yet to lift his eyes, +Sugríva spoke with burning sighs: +“Thy matchless strength I first beheld, +And dared my foe, by thee impelled. +Why hast thou tried me with deceit +And urged me to a sure defeat? +Thou shouldst have said, “I will not slay +Thy foeman in the coming fray.” +For had I then thy purpose known +I had not waged the fight alone.” +The Vanar sovereign, lofty-souled, +In plaintive voice his sorrows told. +Then Rama spake: “Sugríva, list, +All anger from thy heart dismissed, +And I will tell the cause that stayed +Mine arrow, and withheld the aid. +In dress, adornment, port, and height, +In splendour, battle-shout, and might, +No shade of difference could I see +Between thy foe, O King, and thee. +So like was each, I stood at gaze, +My senses lost in wildering maze, +Nor loosened from my straining bow +A deadly arrow at the foe, +Lest in my doubt the shaft should send +To sudden death our surest friend. +O, if this hand in heedless guilt +And rash resolve thy blood had spilt, +Through every land, O Vanar King, +My wild and foolish act would ring. +Sore weight of sin on him must lie +By whom a friend is made to die; +And Lakshman, I, and Síta, best +Of dames, on thy protection rest. +On, warrior! for the fight prepare; +Nor fear again thy foe to dare. +Within one hour thine eye shall view +My arrow strike thy foeman through; +Shall see the stricken Bali lie +Low on the earth, and gasp and die. +But come, a badge about thee bind, +O monarch of the Vanar kind, +That in the battle shock mine eyes +The friend and foe may recognize. +Come, Lakshman, let that creeper deck +With brightest bloom Sugríva's neck, +And be a happy token, twined +Around the chief of lofty mind.” +Upon the mountain slope there grew +A threading creeper fair to view, +And Lakshman plucked the bloom and round +Sugríva's neck a garland wound. +Graced with the flowery wreath he wore, +The Vanar chief the semblance bore +Of a dark cloud at close of day +Engarlanded with cranes at play, +In glorious light the Vanar glowed +As by his comrade's side he strode, +And, still on Rama's word intent, +His steps to great Kishkindha bent. +[pg 340] +Canto XIII. The Return To Kishkindha. +Thus with Sugríva, from the side +Of Rishyamúka, Rama hied, +And stood before Kishkindha's gate +Where Bali kept his regal state. +The hero in his warrior hold +Raised his great bow adorned with gold, +And drew his pointed arrow bright +As sunbeams, finisher of fight. +Strong-necked Sugríva led the way +With Lakshman mighty in the fray. +Nala and Níla came behind +With Hanuman of lofty mind, +And valiant Tara, last in place, +A leader of the Vanar race. +They gazed on many a tree that showed +The glory of its pendent load, +And brook and limpid rill that made +Sweet murmurs as they seaward strayed. +They looked on caverns dark and deep, +On bower and glen and mountain steep, +And saw the opening lotus stud +With roseate cup the crystal flood, +While crane and swan and coot and drake +Made pleasant music on the lake, +And from the reedy bank was heard +The note of many a happy bird. +In open lawns, in tangled ways, +They saw the tall deer stand at gaze, +Or marked them free and fearless roam, +Fed with sweet grass, their woodland home. +At times two flashing tusks between +The wavings of the wood were seen, +And some mad elephant, alone, +Like a huge moving hill, was shown. +And scarcely less in size appeared +Great monkeys all with dust besmeared. +And various birds that roam the skies, +And silvan creatures, met their eyes, +As through the wood the chieftains sped, +And followed where Sugríva led. +Then Rama, as their way they made, +Saw near at hand a lovely shade, +And, as he gazed upon the trees, +Spake to Sugríva words like these; +“Those stately trees in beauty rise, +Fair as a cloud in autumn skies. +I fain, my friend, would learn from thee +What pleasant grove is that I see.” +Thus Rama spake, the mighty souled; +And thus his tale Sugríva told: +“That, Rama, is a wide retreat +That brings repose to weary feet. +Bright streams and fruit and roots are there, +And shady gardens passing fair. +There, neath the roof of hanging boughs, +The sacred Seven maintained their vows. +Their heads in dust were lowly laid, +In streams their nightly beds were made. +Each seventh night they broke their fast, +But air was still their sole repast, +And when seven hundred years were spent +To homes in heaven the hermits went. +Their glory keeps the garden yet, +With walls of stately trees beset. +Scarce would the Gods and demons dare, +By Indra led, to enter there. +No beast that roams the wood is found, +No bird of air, within the bound; +Or, thither if they idly stray, +They find no more their homeward way. +You hear at times mid dulcet tones +The chime of anklets, rings, and zones. +You hear the song and music sound, +And heavenly fragrance breathes around, +There duly burn the triple fires577 +Where mounts the smoke in curling spires, +And, in a dun wreath, hangs above +The tall trees, like a brooding dove. +Round branch and crest the vapours close +Till every tree enveloped shows +A hill of lazulite when clouds +Hang round it with their misty shrouds. +With Lakshman, lord of Raghu's line, +In reverent guise thine head incline, +And with fixt heart and suppliant hand +Give honour to the sainted band. +They who with faithful hearts revere +The holy Seven who harboured here, +Shall never, son of Raghu, know +In all their lives an hour of woe.” +Then Rama and his brother bent, +And did obeisance reverent +With suppliant hand and lowly head, +Then with Sugríva onward sped. +Beyond the sainted Seven's abode +Far on their way the chieftains strode, +And great Kishkindha's portal gained, +The royal town where Bali reigned. +Then by the gate they took their stand +All ready armed a noble band, +And burning every one +To slay in battle, hand to hand, +Their foeman, Indra's son. +Canto XIV. The Challenge. +They stood where trees of densest green +Wove round their forms a veiling screen. +O'er all the garden's pleasant shade +The eyes of King Sugríva strayed, +[pg 341] +And, as on grass and tree he gazed, +The fires of wrath within him blazed. +Then like a mighty cloud on high, +When roars the tempest through the sky, +Girt by his friends he thundered out +His dread sky-rending battle-shout +Like some proud lion in his gait, +Or as the sun begins his state, +Sugríva let his quick glance rest +On Rama whom he thus addressed: +“There is the seat of Bali's sway, +Where flags on wall and turret play, +Which mighty bands of Vanars hold, +Rich in all arms and store of gold. +Thy promise to thy mind recall +That Bali by thy hand shall fall. +As kindly fruits adorn the bough. +So give my hopes their harvest now.” +In suppliant tone the Vanar prayed, +And Raghu's son his answer made: +“By Lakshman's hand this flowery twine +Was wound about thee for a sign. +The wreath of giant creeper throws +About thy form its brillant glows, +As though about the sun were set +The bright stars for a coronet. +One shaft of mine this day, dear friend, +Thy sorrow and thy fear shall end. +And, from the bowstring freed, shall be +Giver of freedom, King, to thee. +Then come, Sugríva, quickly show, +Where'er he lie, thy bitter foe; +And let my glance the wretch descry +Whose deeds, a brother's name belie. +Yea, soon in dust and blood o'erthrown +Shall Bali fall and gasp and groan. +Once let this eye the foeman see, +Then, if he live to turn and flee, +Despise my puny strength, and shame +With foul opprobrium Rama's name. +Hast thou not seen his hand, O King, +Through seven tall trees one arrow wing? +Still in that strength securely trust, +And deem thy foeman in the dust. +In all my days, though surely tried +By grief and woe, I ne'er have lied; +And still by duty's law restrained +Will ne'er with falsehood's charge be stained. +Cast doubt away: the oath I sware +Its kindly fruit shall quickly bear, +As smiles the land with golden grain +By mercy of the Lord of rain. +Oh, warrior to the gate I defy +Thy foe with shout and battle-cry, +Till Bali with his chain of gold +Come speeding from his royal hold. +Proud hearts, with warlike fire aglow, +Brook not the challenge of a foe: +Each on his power and might relies, +And most before his ladies eyes. +King Bali loves the fray too well +To linger in his citadel, +And, when he hears thy battle-shout, +All wild for war will hasten out.” +He spoke. Sugríva raised a cry +That shook and rent the echoing sky, +A shout so fierce and loud and dread +That stately bulls in terror fled, +Like dames who fly from threatened stain +In some ignoble monarch's reign. +The deer in wild confusion ran +Like horses turned in battle's van. +Down fell the birds, like Gods who fall +When merits fail,578 at that dread call. +So fiercely, boldened for the fray, +The offspring of the Lord of Day +Sent forth his furious shout as loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud, +Or, where the gale blows fresh and free, +The roaring of the troubled sea. +Canto XV. Tara. +That shout, which shook the land with fear, +In thunder smote on Bali's ear, +Where in the chamber barred and closed +The sovereign with his dame reposed. +Each amorous thought was rudely stilled, +And pride and rage his bosom filled. +His angry eyes flashed darkly red, +And all his native brightness fled, +As when, by swift eclipse assailed, +The glory of the sun has failed. +While in his fury uncontrolled +He ground his teeth, his eyeballs rolled, +He seemed a lake wherein no gem +Of blossom decks the lotus stem. +He heard, and with indignant pride +Forth from the bower the Vanar hied. +And the earth trembled at the beat +And fury of his hastening feet. +But Tara to her consort flew, +Her loving arms around him threw, +And trembling and bewildered, gave +Wise counsel that might heal and save: +“O dear my lord, this rage control +That like a torrent floods thy soul, +And cast these idle thoughts away +Like faded wreath of yesterday, +O tarry till the morning light, +Then, if thou wilt, go forth and fight. +[pg 342] +Think not I doubt thy valour, no; +Or deem thee weaker than thy foe, +Yet for a while would have thee stay +Nor see thee tempt the fight to-day. +Now list, my loving lord, and learn +The reason why I bid thee turn. +Thy foeman came in wrath and pride, +And thee to deadly fight defied. +Thou wentest out: he fought, and fled +Sore wounded and discomfited. +But yet, untaught by late defeat, +He comes his conquering foe to meet, +And calls thee forth with cry and shout: +Hence spring, my lord, this fear and doubt. +A heart so bold that will not yield, +But yearns to tempt the desperate field, +Such loud defiance, fiercely pressed, +On no uncertain hope can rest. +So lately by thine arm o'erthrown, +He comes not back, I ween, alone. +Some mightier comrade guards his side, +And spurs him to this burst of pride. +For nature made the Vanar wise: +On arms of might his hope relies; +And never will Sugríva seek +A friend whose power to save is weak. +Now listen while my lips unfold +The wondrous tale my Angad told. +Our child the distant forest sought, +And, learnt from spies, the tidings brought. +Two sons of Daśaratha, sprung +From old Ikshvaku, brave and young, +Renowned in arms, in war untamed— +Rama and Lakshman are they named— +Have with thy foe Sugríva made +A league of love and friendly aid. +Now Rama, famed for exploit high, +Is bound thy brother's firm ally, +Like fires of doom579 that ruin all +He makes each foe before him fall. +He is the suppliant's sure defence, +The tree that shelters innocence. +The poor and wretched seek his feet: +In him the noblest glories meet. +With skill and knowledge vast and deep +His sire's commands he loved to keep; +With princely gifts and graces stored +As metals deck the Mountains' Lord.580 +Thou canst not, O my hero, stand +Before the might of Rama's hand; +For none may match his powers or dare +With him in deeds of war compare. +Hear, I entreat, the words I say, +Nor lightly turn my rede away. +O let fraternal discord cease, +And link you in the bonds of peace. +Let consecrating rites ordain +Sugríva partner of thy reign. +Let war and thoughts of conflict end, +And be thou his and Rama's friend, +Each soft approach of love begin, +And to thy soul thy brother win; +For whether here or there he be, +Thy brother still, dear lord, is he. +Though far and wide these eyes I strain +A friend like him I seek in vain. +Let gentle words his heart incline, +And gifts and honours make him thine, +Till, foes no more, in love allied, +You stand as brothers side by side. +Thou in high rank wast wont to hold +Sugríva, formed in massive mould; +Then come, thy brother's love regain, +For other aids are weak and vain. +If thou would please my soul, and still +Preserve me from all fear and ill, +I pray thee by thy love be wise +And do the thing which I advise. +Assuage thy fruitless wrath, and shun +The mightier arms of Raghu's son; +For Indra's peer in might is he, +A foe too strong, my lord, for thee.” +Canto XVI. The Fall Of Bali. +Thus Tara with the starry eyes581 +Her counsel gave with burning sighs. +But Bali, by her prayers unmoved, +Spurned her advice, and thus reproved: +“How may this insult, scathe, and scorn +By me, dear love, be tamely born? +My brother, yea my foe, comes nigh +And dares me forth with shout and cry. +Learn, trembler! that the valiant, they +Who yield no step in battle fray, +Will die a thousand deaths but ne'er +An unavenged dishonour bear. +Nor, O my love, be thou dismayed +Though Rama lend Sugríva aid, +For one so pure and duteous, one +Who loves the right, all sin will shun, +Release me from thy soft embrace, +And with thy dames thy steps retrace: +Enough already, O mine own, +Of love and sweet devotion shown. +Drive all thy fear and doubt away; +I seek Sugríva in the fray +His boisterous rage and pride to still, +And tame the foe I would not kill. +My fury, armed with brandished trees, +Shall strike Sugríva to his knees: +[pg 343] +Nor shall the humbled foe withstand +The blows of my avenging hand, +When, nerved by rage and pride, I beat +The traitor down beneath my feet. +Thou, love, hast lent thine own sweet aid, +And all thy tender care displayed; +Now by my life, by these who yearn +To serve thee well, I pray thee turn. +But for a while, dear dame, I go +To come triumphant o'er the foe.” +Thus Bali spake in gentlest tone: +Soft arms about his neck were thrown; +Then round her lord the lady went +With sad steps slow and reverent. +She stood in solemn guise to bless +With prayers for safety and success, +Then with her train her chamber sought +By grief and racking fear distraught. +With serpent's pantings fierce and fast +King Bali from the city passed. +His glance, as each quick breath he drew, +Around to find the foe he threw, +And saw where fierce Sugríva showed +His form with golden hues that glowed, +And, as a fire resplendent, stayed +To meet his foe in arms arrayed. +When Bali, long-armed chieftain, found +Sugríva stationed on the ground, +Impelled by warlike rage he braced +His warrior garb about his waist, +And with his mighty arm raised high +Rushed at Sugríva with a cry. +But when Sugríva, fierce and bold, +Saw Bali with his chain of gold, +His arm he heaved, his hand he closed, +And face to face his foe opposed. +To him whose eyes with fury shone, +In charge impetuous rushing on, +Skilled in each warlike art and plan, +Bali with hasty words began: +“My ponderous hand, to fight addressed +With fingers clenched and arm compressed +Shall on thy death doomed brow descend +And, crashing down, thy life shall end.” +He spoke; and wild with rage and pride, +The fierce Sugríva thus replied: +“Thus let my arm begin the strife +And from thy body crush the life.” +Then Bali, wounded and enraged, +With furious blows the battle waged. +Sugríva seemed, with blood-streams dyed, +A hill with fountains in his side. +But with his native force unspent +A Sal tree from the earth he rent, +And like the bolt of Indra smote +On Bali's head and chest and throat. +Bruised by the blows he could not shield, +Half vanquished Bali sank and reeled, +As sinks a vessel with her freight +Borne down by overwhelming weight. +Swift as Suparna's582 swiftest flight +In awful strength they rushed to fight: +So might the sun and moon on high +Encountering battle in the sky. +Fierce and more fierce, as fought the foes, +The furious rage of combat rose. +They warred with feet and arms and knees, +With nails and stones and boughs and trees, +And blows descending fast as rain +Dyed each dark form with crimson stain, +While like two thunder-clouds they met +With battle-cry and shout and threat. +Then Rama saw Sugríva quail, +Marked his worn strength grow weak and fail. +Saw how he turned his wistful eye +To every quarter of the sky. +His friend's defeat he could not brook, +Bent on his shaft an eager look, +Then burned to slay the conquering foe, +And laid his arrow on the bow. +As to an orb the bow he drew +Forth from the string the arrow flew +Like Fate's tremendous discus hurled +By Yama583 forth to end the world. +So loud the din that every bird +The bow-string's clans with terror heard, +And wildly fled the affrighted deer +As though the day of doom were near. +So, deadly as the serpent's fang, +Forth from the string the arrow sprang. +Like the red lightning's flash and flame +It flew unerring to its aim, +And, hissing murder through the air, +Pierced Bali's breast, and quivered there. +Struck by the shaft that flew so well +The mighty Vanar reeled and fell, +As earthward Indra's flag they pull +When Aśvíní's fair moon is full.584 +Canto XVII. Bali's Speech. +Like some proud tree before the blast +Brave Bali to the ground was cast, +Where prostrate in the dust he rolled +Clad in the sheen of glistening gold, +[pg 344] +As when uptorn the standard lies +Of the great God who rules the skies. +When low upon the earth was laid +The lord whom Vanar tribes obeyed, +Dark as a moonless sky no more +His land her joyous aspect wore. +Though low in dust and mire was rolled +The form of Bali lofty-souled, +Still life and valour, might and grace +Clung to their well-loved dwelling-place. +That golden chain with rich gems set, +The choicest gift of Sakra,585 yet +Preserved his life nor let decay +Steal strength and beauty's light away. +Still from that chain divinely wrought +His dusky form a glory caught, +As a dark cloud, when day is done, +Made splendid by the dying sun. +As fell the hero, crushed in fight, +There beamed afar a triple light +From limbs, from chain, from shaft that drank +His life-blood as the warrior sank. +The never-failing shaft, impelled +By the great bow which Rama held, +Brought bliss supreme, and lit the way +To Brahma's worlds which ne'er decay.586 +Rama and Lakshman nearer drew +The mighty fallen foe to view, +Mahendra's son, the brave and bold, +The monarch with his chain of gold, +With lustrous face and tawny eyes, +Broad chest, and arms of wondrous size, +Like Lord Mahendra fierce in fight, +Or Vishnu's never-conquered might, +Now fallen like Yayati587 sent +From heaven, his store of merit spent, +Like the bright flame that pales and dies, +Like the great sun who fires the skies, +Doomed in the general doom to fall +When time shall end and ruin all. +The wounded Bali, when he saw +Rama and Lakshman nearer draw, +Keen words to Raghu's son, impressed +With justice' holy stamp, addressed: +“What fame, from one thou hast not slain +In front of battle, canst thou gain, +Whose secret hand has laid me low +When madly fighting with my foe? +From every tongue thy glory rings, +A scion of a line of kings, +True to thy vows, of noblest race, +With every gentle gift and grace: +Whose tender heart for woe can feel, +And joy in every creature's weal: +Whose breast with high ambition swells, +Knows duty's claim and ne'er rebels. +They praise thy valour, patience, ruth, +Thy firmness, self-restraint, and truth: +Thy hand prepared for sin's control, +All virtues of a princely soul. +I thought of all these gifts of thine, +And glories of an ancient line, +I set my Tara's tears at naught, +I met Sugríva and we fought. +O Rama, till this fatal morn +I held that thou wouldst surely scorn +To strike me as I fought my foe +And thought not of a stranger's blow, +But now thine evil heart is shown, +A yawning well with grass o'ergrown. +Thou wearest virtue's badge,588 but guile +And meanest sin thy soul defile. +I took thee not for treacherous fire, +A sinner clad in saint's attire; +Nor deemed thou idly wouldst profess +The show and garb of righteousness. +In fenced town, in open land, +Ne'er hast thou suffered at this hand, +Nor canst of proud contempt complain: +Then wherefore is the guiltless slain? +My harmless life in woods I lead, +On forest fruits and roots I feed. +My foeman in the field I sought, +And ne'er with thee, O Rama, fought. +Upon thy limbs, O King, I see +The raiment of a devotee; +And how can one like thee, who springs +From a proud line of ancient kings, +Beneath fair virtue's mask, disgrace +His lineage by a deed so base? +From Raghu is thy long descent, +For duteous deeds prëeminent: +Why, sinner clad in saintly dress, +Roamest thou through the wilderness? +Truth, valour, justice free from spot, +The hand that gives and grudges not, +The might that strikes the sinner down, +These bring a prince his best renown. +Here in the woods, O King, we live +On roots and fruit which branches give.589 +[pg 345] +Thus nature framed our harmless race: +Thou art a man supreme in place. +Silver and gold and land provoke +The fierce attack, the robber's stroke, +Canst thou desire this wild retreat, +The berries and the fruit we eat? +'Tis not for mighty kings to tread +The flowery path, by pleasure led. +Theirs be the arm that crushes sin, +Theirs the soft grace to woo and win: +The steadfast will that guides the state, +Wise favour to the good and great; +And for all time are kings renowned +Who blend these arts and ne'er confound. +But thou art weak and swift to ire, +Unstable, slave of each desire. +Thou tramplest duty in the dust, +And in thy bow is all thy trust. +Thou carest naught for noble gain, +And treatest virtue with disdain, +While every sense its captive draws +To follow pleasure's changing laws. +I wronged thee not in word or deed, +But by thy deadly dart I bleed. +What wilt thou, mid the virtuous, say +To purge thy lasting stain away? +All these, O King, must sink to hell, +The regicide, the infidel, +He who in blood and slaughter joys, +A Brahman or a cow destroys, +Untimely weds in law's despite +Scorning an elder brother's right,590 +Who dares his Teacher's bed ascend, +The miser, spy, and treacherous friend. +These impious wretches, one and all, +Must to the hell of sinners fall. +My skin the holy may not wear, +Useless to thee my bones and hair; +Nor may my slaughtered body be +The food of devotees like thee. +These five-toed things a man may slay +And feed upon the fallen prey; +The mailed rhinoceros may die, +And, with the hare his food supply. +Iguanas he may kill and eat, +With porcupine and tortoise meat.591 +But all the wise account it sin +To touch my bones and hair and skin. +My flesh they may not eat; and I +A useless prey, O Rama, die. +In vain my Tara reasoned well, +On dull deaf ears her counsel fell. +I scorned her words though sooth and sweet, +And hither rushed my fate to meet. +Ah for the land thou rulest! she +Finds no protection, lord, from thee, +Neglected like some noble dame +By a vile husband dead to shame. +Mean-hearted coward, false and vile, +Whose cruel soul delights in guile, +Could Daśaratha, noblest king, +Beget so mean and base a thing? +Alas! an elephant, in form +Of Rama, in a maddening storm +Of passion casting to the ground +The girth of law592 that clipped him round, +Too wildly passionate to feel +The prick of duty's guiding steel,593 +Has charged me unawares, and dead +I fall beneath his murderous tread. +How, stained with this my base defeat, +How wilt thou dare, where good men meet, +To speak, when every tongue will blame +With keen reproach this deed of shame? +Such hero strength and valour, shown +Upon the innocent alone, +Thou hast not proved in manly strife +On him who robbed thee of thy wife. +Hadst thou but fought in open field +And met me boldly unconcealed, +This day had been thy fate to fall, +Slain by this hand, to Yama's hall. +In vain I strove, and struck by thee +Fell by a hand I could not see. +Thus bites a snake, for sins of yore, +A sleeping man who wakes no more. +Sugríva's foeman thou hast killed, +And thus his heart's desire fulfilled; +But, Rama, hadst thou sought me first, +And told the hope thy soul has nursed, +That very day had I restored +The Maithil lady to her lord; +And, binding Ravan with a chain, +Had laid him at thy feet unslain. +[pg 346] +Yea, were she sunk in deepest hell, +Or whelmed beneath the ocean's swell, +I would have followed on her track +And brought the rescued lady back, +As Hayagríva594 once set free +From hell the white Aśvatarí.595 +That when my spirit wings its flight +Sugríva reign, is just and right. +But most unjust, O King, that I, +Slain by thy treacherous hand, should lie. +Be still, my heart: this earthly state +Is darkly ruled by sovereign Fate. +The realm is lost and won: defy +Thy questioners with apt reply.”596 +Canto XVIII. Rama's Reply. +He ceased: and Rama's heart was stirred +At every keen reproach he heard. +There Bali lay, a dim dark sun, +His course of light and glory run: +Or like the bed of Ocean dried +Of his broad floods from side to side, +Or helpless, as the dying fire, +Hushed his last words of righteous ire. +Then Rama, with his spirit moved, +The Vanar king in turn reproved: +“Why dost thou, Bali, thus revile, +And castest not a glance the while +On claims of duty, love, and gain, +And customs o'er the world that reign? +Why dost thou blame me, rash and blind, +Fickle as all thy Vanar kind, +Slighting each rule of ancient days +Which all the good and prudent praise? +This land, each hill and woody chase, +Belongs to old Ikshvaku's race: +With bird and beast and man, the whole +Is ours to cherish and control. +Now Bharat, prompt at duty's call, +Wise, just, and true, is lord of all. +Each claim of law, love, gain he knows, +And wrath and favour duly shows. +A king from truth who never bends, +And grace with vigour wisely blends; +With valour worthy of his race, +He knows the claims of time and place. +Now we and other kings of might, +By his ensample taught aright, +The lands of every region tread +That justice may increase and spread. +While royal Bharat, wise and just, +Rules the broad earth, his glorious trust, +Who shall attempt, while he is lord, +A deed by Justice held abhorred? +We now, as Bharat has decreed, +Let justice guide our every deed, +And toil each sinner to repress +Who scorns the way of righteousness. +Thou from that path hast turned aside, +And virtue's holy law defied, +Left the fair path which kings should tread, +And followed pleasure's voice instead. +The man who cleaves to duty's law +Regards these three with filial awe— +The sire, the elder brother, third +Him from whose lips his lore he heard. +Thus too, for duty's sake, the wise +Regard with fond paternal eyes +The well-loved younger brother, one +Their lore has ripened, and a son. +Fine are the laws which guide the good, +Abstruse, and hardly understood; +Only the soul, enthroned within +The breast of each, knows right from sin. +But thou art wild and weak of soul, +And spurnest, like thy race, control; +The true and right thou canst not find, +The blind consulting with the blind. +Incline thine ear and I will teach +The cause that prompts my present speech. +This tempest of thy soul assuage, +Nor blame me in thine idle rage. +On this great sin thy thoughts bestow, +The sin for which I lay thee low. +Thou, Bali, in thy brother's life +Hast robbed him of his wedded wife, +And keepest, scorning ancient right, +His Ruma for thine own delight. +Thy son's own wife should scarcely be +More sacred in thine eyes than she. +All duty thou hast scorned, and hence +Comes punishment for dire offence. +For those who blindly do amiss +There is, I ween, no way but this: +To check the rash who dare to stray +From customs which the good obey, +I may not, sprung of Kshatriya line, +[pg 347] +Forgive this heinous sin of thine: +The laws for those who sin like thee +The penalty of death decree. +Now Bharat rules with sovereign sway, +And we his royal word obey. +There was no hope of pardon, none, +For the vile deed that thou hast done, +That wisest monarch dooms to die +The wretch whose crimes the law defy; +And we, chastising those who err, +His righteous doom administer. +My soul accounts Sugríva dear +E'en as my brother Lakshman here. +He brings me blessing, and I swore +His wife and kingdom to restore: +A bond in solemn honour bound +When Vanar chieftains stood around. +And can a king like me forsake +His friend, and plighted promise break? +Reflect, O Vanar, on the cause, +The sanction of eternal laws, +And, justly smitten down, confess +Thou diest for thy wickedness. +By honour was I bound to lend +Assistance to a faithful friend; +And thou hast met a righteous fate +Thy former sins to expiate. +And thus wilt thou some merit win +And make atonement for thy sin. +For hear me, Vanar King, rehearse +What Manu597 spake in ancient verse,— +This holy law, which all accept +Who honour duty, have I kept: +“Pure grow the sinners kings chastise, +And, like the virtuous, gain the skies; +By pain or full atonement freed, +They reap the fruit of righteous deed, +While kings who punish not incur +The penalties of those who err.” +Mandhata598 once, a noble king, +Light of the line from which I spring, +Punished with death a devotee +When he had stooped to sin like thee; +And many a king in ancient time +Has punished frantic sinners' crime, +And, when their impious blood was spilt, +Has washed away the stain of guilt. +Cease, Bali, cease: no more complain: +Reproaches and laments are vain, +For thou art justly punished: we +Obey our king and are not free. +Once more, O Bali, lend thine ear +Another weightiest plea to hear. +For this, when heard and pondered well, +Will all complaint and rage dispel. +My soul will ne'er this deed repent, +Nor was my shaft in anger sent. +We take the silvan tribes beset +With snare and trap and gin and net, +And many a heedless deer we smite +From thickest shade, concealed from sight. +Wild for the slaughter of the game, +At stately stags our shafts we aim. +We strike them bounding scared away, +We strike them as they stand at bay, +When careless in the shade they lie, +Or scan the plain with watchful eye. +They turn away their heads; we aim, +And none the eager hunter blame. +Each royal saint, well trained in law +Of duty, loves his bow to draw +And strike the quarry, e'en as thou +Hast fallen by mine arrow now, +Fighting with him or unaware,— +A Vanar thou.—I little care.599 +But yet, O best of Vanars, know +That kings who rule the earth bestow +Fruit of pure life and virtuous deed, +And lofty duty's hard-won meed. +Harm not thy lord the king: abstain +From act and word that cause him pain; +For kings are children of the skies +Who walk this earth in men's disguise. +But thou, in duty's claims untaught, +Thy breast with blinding passion fraught, +Assailest me who still have clung +To duty, with thy bitter tongue.” +He ceased: and Bali sore distressed +The sovereign claims of law confessed, +And freed, o'erwhelmed with woe and shame, +The lord of Raghu's race from blame. +Then, reverent palm to palm applied, +To Rama thus the Vanar cried: +“True, best of men, is every word +That from thy lips these ears have heard, +It ill beseems a wretch like me +To bandy empty words with thee. +Forgive the angry taunts that broke +From my wild bosom as I spoke. +And lay not to my charge, O King, +[pg 348] +My mad reproaches' idle sting. +Thou, in the truth by trial trained, +Best knowledge of the right hast gained: +And layest, just and pure within, +The meetest penalty on sin. +Through every bond of law I burst, +The boldest sinner and the worst. +O let thy right-instructing speech +Console my heart and wisely teach.” +Like some sad elephant who stands +Fast sinking in the treacherous sands, +Thus Bali raised despairing eyes; +Then spake again with sobs and sighs: +“Not for myself, O King, I grieve, +For Tara or the friends I leave, +As for sweet Angad, my dear son, +My noble, only little one. +For, nursed in luxury and bliss, +His father he will mourn and miss, +And like a stream whose fount is dry +Will waste away and sink and die,— +My own dear child, my only boy, +His mother Tara's hope and joy. +Spare him, O son of Raghu, spare +The child entrusted to thy care. +My Angad and Sugríva treat +E'en as thy heart considers meet, +For thou, O chief of men, art strong +To guard the right and punish wrong. +O, if thou wilt thine ear incline +To hear these dying words of mine, +He and Sugríva will to thee +As Bharat and as Lakshman be. +Let not my Tara, left forlorn, +Weep for Sugríva's wrathful scorn; +Nor let him, for her lord's offence, +Condemn her faithful innocence. +And well and wisely may he reign +If thy dear grace his power sustain: +If, following thee his friend and guide, +He turn not from thy hest aside: +Thus may he reign with glory, nay +Thus to the skies will win his way. +Though stayed by Tara's fond recall, +By thy dear hand I longed to fall. +Against my brother rushed and fought, +And gained the death I long have sought.” +Then Rama thus the prince consoled +From whose clear eyes the mists were rolled: +“Grieve not for those thou leavest thus, +Nor tremble for thyself or us, +For we will deal with thine and thee +As duty and the laws decree. +He who exacts and he who pays, +Is justly slain or justly slays, +Shall in the life to come have bliss; +For each has done his task in this. +Thou, wandering from the right, art made +Pure by the forfeit thou hast paid. +Thy weight of sins is cast aside, +And duty's claim is satisfied. +Then grieve no more, O Prince, but clear +Thy bosom from all doubt and fear, +For fate, inexorably stern, +Thou hast no power to move or turn. +Thy princely Angad still will share +My tender love, Sugríva's care; +And to thy offspring shall be shown +Affection that shall match thine own.” +Canto XIX. Tara's Grief. +No answer gave the Vanar king +To Rama's prudent counselling. +Battered and bruised by tree and stone, +By Rama's arrow overthrown, +Fainting upon the ground he lay, +Gasping his troubled life away. +But Tara in the Vanar's hall +Heard tidings of her husband's fall; +Heard that a shaft from Rama's bow +Had laid the royal Bali low. +Her darling Angad by her side, +Distracted from her home she hied. +Then nigh the place of battle drew +The Vanars, Angad's retinue. +They saw the bow-armed Rama: dread +Fell on them, and they turned and fled. +Like helpless deer, their leaders slain, +So wildly fled the startled train. +But Tara saw, and nearer pressed, +And thus the flying band addressed: +“O Vanars, ye who ever stand +About our king, a trusty band, +Where is the lion master? why +Forsake ye thus your lord and fly? +Say, lies he dead upon the plain, +A brother by a brother slain, +Or pierced by shafts from Rama's bow +That rain from far upon the foe?” +Thus Tara questioned, and was still: +Then, wearers of each shape at will, +The Vanars thus with one accord +Answered the Lady of their lord: +“Turn, Tara turn, and half undone +Save Angad thy beloved son. +There Rama stands in death's disguise, +And conquered Bali faints and dies. +He by whose strong arm, thick and fast, +Uprooted trees and rocks were cast, +Lies smitten by a shaft that came +Resistless as the lightning flame. +When he, whose splendour once could vie +With Indra's, regent of the sky, +Fell by that deadly arrow, all +The Vanars fled who marked his fall. +Let all our chiefs their succours bring, +And Angad be anointed king; +[pg 349] +For all who come of Vanar race +Will serve him set in Bali's place. +Or else our conquering foes to-day +Within our wall will force their way, +Polluting with their hostile feet +The chambers of thy loved retreat. +Great fear is on us, all and one. +Those who have wives and who have none, +They lust for power, are fierce and bold, +Or hate us for the strife of old.” +She heard their speech as, sore afraid, +Arrested in their flight, they stayed, +And gave her answer as became +The spirit of so true a dame: +“Nay, what have I to do with pelf, +With son, with kingdom, or with self, +When he, my noble lord, who leads +The Vanars like a lion, bleeds? +His high-souled victor will I meet, +And throw me prostrate at his feet.” +She hastened forth, her bosom rent +With anguish, weeping as she went, +And striking, mastered by her woes, +Her head and breast with frantic blows. +She hurried to the field and found +Her husband prostrate on the ground, +Who quelled the hostile Vanars' might, +Whose bank was never turned in flight: +Whose arm a massy rock could throw +As Indra hurls his bolts below: +Fierce as the rushing tempest, loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud: +Whene'er he roared his voice of fear +Struck terror on the boldest ear: +Now slain, as, hungry for the prey, +A tiger might a lion slay: +Or when, his serpent foe to seek, +Suparna600 with his furious beak +Tears up a sacred hillock, long +The reverence of a village throng, +Its altar with their offerings spread, +And the gay flag that waved o'erhead. +She looked and saw the victor stand +Resting upon his bow his hand: +And fierce Sugríva she descried, +And Lakshman by his brother's side. +She passed them by, nor stayed to view, +Swift to her husband's side she flew; +Then as she looked, her strength gave way, +And in the dust she fell and lay. +Then, as if startled ere the close +Of slumber, from the earth she rose. +Upon her dying husband, round +Whose soul the coils of Death were wound, +Her eyes in agony she bent +And called him with a shrill lament. +Sugríva, when he heard her cries, +And saw the queen with weeping eyes, +And youthful Angad standing there, +His load of grief could hardly bear. +Canto XX. Tara's Lament. +Again she bent her to the ground, +Her arms about her husband wound. +Sobbed on his breast, and sick and faint +With anguish poured her wild complaint: +“Brave in the charge of battle, boast +And glory of the Vanar host, +Why on the cold earth wilt thou lie +And give no answer when I cry? +Up, warrior, from thy lowly bed! +A meeter couch for thee is spread. +It ill beseems a glorious king +On the bare ground his limbs to fling. +Ah, surely must thy love be strong +For her whom thou hast governed long, +If thou, my hero, canst recline +On her cold breast forsaking mine. +Or, famed for justice through the land, +Thou on the road to heaven hast planned +Some city fairer far than this +To be thy new metropolis. +Are all our pleasures ended now, +With those delicious hours which thou +And I, dear lord, together spent +In woods that breathed the honey's scent? +Whelmed in my sorrow's boundless sea, +There is no joy, no hope, for me, +When my beloved lord, who led +The Vanars to the fight, is dead, +My widowed heart is stern and cold. +Or, at the sight mine eyes behold, +O'ermastered would it end this ache +And in a thousand fragments break. +Ah noble Vanar, doomed to pay +The penalty of all today— +Sugríva from his home expelled, +And Ruma601 from his arms withheld. +Our Vanar race and thee to save, +Wise counsel for thy weal I gave; +But thou, by wildest folly stirred, +Wouldst give no credence to my word, +And now wilt woo the nymphs above, +And shake their souls with pangs of love. +Ah, never could it be that thou +Beneath Sugríva's power shouldst bow, +Thy conqueror is none but Fate +Whose mandates all who breathe await. +And does no thrill of anguish run +Through the stern breast of Raghu's son, +Whose base hand dealt a coward's blow, +And smote thee fighting with thy foe? +Reft of my lord my days, alas! +[pg 350] +In bitter bitter woe will pass: +And I, long blest with every good, +Must bear my dreary widowhood. +And when his uncle's brow is stern, +When his fierce eyes with fury burn, +Ah, what will be my Angad's fate, +So fair and young and delicate? +Come, darling, for the last sad sight, +Of thy dear sire who loved the right; +For soon thine eyes will long in vain +A look at that loved face to gain. +And, hero, as thy child draws near, +With tender words his spirit cheer; +Thy dying wishes gently speak, +And kiss him on the brows and cheek. +High fame, I ween, has Rama won +By this great deed his hand has done, +His debt to brave Sugríva paid +And kept the promise that he made. +Be happy, King Sugríva, lord +Of Rama to thine arms restored: +Enjoy uninterrupted reign, +For he, thy foe, at length is slain. +Dost thou not hear me speak, and why +Hast thou no word of soft reply? +Will thou not lift thine eyes and see +These dames who look to none but thee?” +From their sad eyes, as Tara spoke, +The floods of bitter sorrow broke: +Then, pressing close to Angad's side, +Each lifted up her voice and cried: +“How couldst thou leave thine Angad thus, +And go, for ever go, from us— +Thy child so dear in brave attire, +Graced with the virtues of his sire? +If e'er in want of thought, O chief, +One deed of mine have caused thee grief, +Forgive my folly, I entreat, +And with my head I touch thy feet.” +Again the hapless Tara wept +As to her husband's side she crept, +And wild with sorrow and dismay +Sat on the ground where Bali lay. +Canto XXI. Hanuman's Speech. +There, like a fallen star, the dame +Fell by her lord's half lifeless frame; +And Hanuman drew softly near, +And strove her grieving heart to cheer: +“By changeless law our bliss and woe +From ancient worth and folly flow. +What fruits soe'er we cull, the seeds +Were scattered by our former deeds.602 +Why mourn another's mournful fate, +And weep, thyself unfortunate? +Be calm, O thou whose heart is wise, +For none deserves another's sighs. +Look up, with idle sorrow strive: +Thy child, his heir, is yet alive. +Let needful rites be duly done, +Nor in thy woe forget thy son. +Regard the law which all obey: +They spring to life, they pass away. +Begin the task that bids thee rise, +And stay these tears, for thou art wise. +Our lord the king is doomed to die, +On whom ten million hearts rely. +Kind, liberal, patient, true, and just +Was he in whom they place their trust, +And now he seeks the land of those +Who for the right subdue their foes. +Each Vanar lord with all his train, +Each ranger of this wild domain, +And Angad here, thy darling, see +A governor and friend in thee. +These twain603 whose hearts with sorrow ache +The funeral rites shall undertake, +And Angad by his mother's care +Be king, his father's rightful heir. +Now let him pay, as laws require, +His sacred duty to his sire, +Nor one solemnity omit +Of all that mighty kings befit. +And when thy fond eye sees thine own +Dear Angad on his father's throne, +Then, lightened of its load of pain, +Thy spirit will have rest again.” +She heard his speech, she heaved her head, +Looked upon Hanuman and said: +“Sweeter my slain lord's limbs to touch, +Than Angad or a hundred such. +No rule or right, a widowed dame, +O'er Angad or the realm I claim. +Sugríva is the uncle, he +In every act supreme must be. +I pray thee, chief, this plan resign, +Nor claim from me what ne'er is mine. +The father with his tender care +Guards the dear child the mother bare, +Where'er I be, no sweeter task, +No happier joy I hope or ask +Than thus to sit with loving eyes +And watch the bed where Bali lies. +Canto XXII. Bali Dead. +There breathing still with slow faint sighs +Lay Bali on the ground: his eyes, +[pg 351] +Damp with the tears of death, he raised, +On conquering Sugríva gazed, +And then in clearest speech expressed +The tender feelings of his breast: +“Not to my charge, Sugríva, lay +Thine injuries avenged to-day; +But rather blame resistless Fate +That urged me on infuriate. +Fate ne'er agreed our lives to bless +With simultaneous happiness: +To dwell like brothers side by side +In tender love was still denied. +The Vanars' realm is thine to-day: +Begin, O King, thy rightful sway;604 +For I must go at Yama's call +To sojourn in his gloomy hall; +Must part and leave this very hour +My life, my realm, my kingly power, +And go instead of these to gain +Bright glory free from spot and stain. +Now at thy hands one boon I seek +With the last words my lips shall speak, +And, though it be no easy thing, +Perform the task I give thee, King. +This son of mine, no foolish boy, +Worthy of bliss and nursed in joy,— +See, prostrate on the ground he lies, +The hot tears welling from his eyes— +The child I love so well, more sweet +Than life itself, for woe unmeet,— +To him be kindly favour shown: +O guard and keep him as thine own. +Retain him ever by thy side, +His father, helper, friend, and guide. +From fear and woe his young life save, +And give him all his father gave. +Then Tara's son in time shall be +Brave, resolute, and famed like thee, +And march before thee to the fight +Where stricken fiends shall own his might. +While yet a tender stripling, fame +Shall bruit abroad his warrior name, +And brightly shall his glory shine +For exploits worthy of his line. +Child of Sushen,605 my Tara well +Obscurest lore can read and tell; +And, trained in wondrous art, divines +Each mystery of boding signs. +Her solemn warning ne'er despise, +Do boldly what her lips advise; +For things to come her eye can see, +And with her words events agree. +And for the son of Raghu's sake +The toil and danger undertake: +For breach of faith were grievous wrong, +Nor wouldst thou be unpunished long. +Now, brother, take this chain of gold, +Gift of celestial hands of old, +Or when I die its charm will flee, +And all its might be lost with me.” +The loving speech Sugríva heard, +And all his heart with woe was stirred. +Remorse and gentle pity stole +Each thought of triumph from his soul: +Thus fades the light when Rahu606 mars +The glory of the Lord of Stars.607 +All angry thoughts were stayed and stilled +And kindly love his bosom filled. +His brother's word the chief obeyed +And took the chain as Bali prayed. +On little Angad standing nigh +The dying hero fixed his eye, +And, ready from this world to part, +Spoke the fond utterance of his heart: +“Let time and place thy thoughts employ: +In woe be strong, be meek in joy. +Accept both pain and pleasure, still +Obedient to Sugríva's will. +Thou hast, my darling, from the first +With tender care been softly nursed; +But harder days, if thou wouldst win +Sugríva's love, must now begin. +To those who hate him ne'er incline, +Nor count his foe a friend of thine. +In all thy thoughts his welfare seek, +Obedient, lowly, faithful, meek. +Let no rash suit his bosom pain, +Nor yet from due requests abstain.608 +Each is a grievous fault, between +The two is found the happy mean.” +Then Bali ceased: his eyeballs rolled +In stress of anguish uncontrolled +His massive teeth were bared to view, +And from the frame the spirit flew. +Their lord and leader dead, the crowd +Of noblest Vanars shrieked aloud: +“Since thou, O King, hast sought the skies +All desolate Kishkindha lies. +Her woods, where Vanars loved to rove, +Are empty now, and hill and grove. +From every eye the light is fled, +Since thou, our mighty lord, art dead. +Thine was the unwearied arm that bore +The brunt of deadly fight of yore +With Golabh the Gandharva, when, +Lasting through five long years and ten, +[pg 352] +The dreadful conflict knew no stay +In gloom of night, in glare of day; +And when the fifteenth year had past +Thy dire opponent fell at last. +If such a foeman fell beneath +Our hero's arm and awful teeth +Who freed us from our terror, how +Is conquering Bali fallen now?” +Then when they saw their leader slain +Great anguish seized the Vanar train, +Weeping their mighty chief, as when +In pastures near a lion's den +The cows by sudden fear are stirred, +Slain the bold bull who led the herd. +And hapless Tara sank below +The whelming waters of her woe, +Looked upon Bali's face and fell +Beside him whom she loved go well, +Like a young creeper clinging round +A tall tree prostrate on the ground. +Canto XXIII. Tara's Lament. +She kissed her lifeless husband's face, +She clasped him in a close embrace, +Laid her soft lips upon his head; +Then words like these the mourner said: +“No words of mine wouldst thou regard, +And now thy bed is cold and hard. +Upon the rude rough ground o'erthrown, +Beneath thee naught but sand and stone. +To thee the earth is dearer far +Than I and my caresses are, +If thou upon her breast wilt lie, +And to my words make no reply. +Ah my beloved, good and brave, +Bold to attack and strong to save, +Fate is Sugríva's thrall, and we +In him our lord and master see. +Lo, by thy bed, a mournful band, +Thy Vanar chiefs lamenting stand. +O hear thy nobles' groans and cries, +O mark thy Angad's weeping eyes, +O list to my entreaties, break +The chains of slumber and awake. +Ah me, my lord, this lowly bed +Where rest thy limbs and fallen head, +Is the cold couch where smitten lay +Thy foemen in the bloody fray. +O noble heart from blemish free, +Lover of war, beloved by me. +Why hast thou fled away and left +Thy Tara of all hope bereft? +Unwise the father who allows +His child to be a warrior's spouse, +For, hero, see thy consort's fate, +A widow now most desolate, +For ever broken is my pride, +My hope of lasting bliss has died, +And sinking in the lowest deep +Of sorrow's sea I pine and weep. +Ah, surely not of earthly mould, +This stony heart is stern and cold, +Or, in a hundred pieces rent, +It had not lingered to lament. +Dead, dead! my husband, friend, and lord +In whom my loving hopes were stored, +First in the field, his foemen's dread, +My own victorious Bali, dead! +A woman when her lord has died, +Though children flourish by her side, +Though stores of gold her coffers fill, +Is called a lonely widow still. +Alas, thy bleeding gashes make +Around thy limbs a purple lake: +Thus slumbering was thy wont to lie +On cushions bright with crimson dye. +Dark streams of welling blood besmear +Thy limbs where dust and mire adhere, +Nor have I strength, weighed down by woe, +Mine arms about thy form to throw. +The issue of this day has brought +Sugríva all his wishes sought, +For Rama shot one shaft and he +Is freed from fear and jeopardy. +Alas, alas, I may not rest +My head upon thy wounded breast, +Obstructed by the massive dart +Deep buried in thy bleeding heart.” +Then Níla from his bosom drew +The fatal shaft that pierced him through, +Like some tremendous serpent deep +In caverns of a hill asleep. +As from the hero's wound it came, +Shot from the shaft a gleam of flame, +Like the last flashes of the sun +Descending when his course is run. +From the wide rent in crimson flood +Rushed the full stream of Bali's blood, +Like torrents down a mountain's side +With golden ore and copper dyed. +Then Tara brushed with tender care +The dust of battle from his hair, +While her sad eyes poured down their rain +Upon her lord untimely slain. +Once more she looked upon the dead; +Then to her bright-eyed child she said: +“Turn hither, turn thy weeping eyes +Where low in death thy father lies. +By sinful deed and bitter hate +Our lord has met his mournful fate. +Bright as the sun at early morn +To Yama's halls is Bali borne. +Then go, my child, salute the king, +From whom our bliss and honour spring.” +Obedient to his mother's hest +His father's feet he gently pressed +[pg 353] +With twining arms and lingering hands: +“Father,” he cried, “here Angad stands.” +Then Tara: “Art thou stern and mute, +Regardless of thy child's salute? +Hast thou no blessing for thy son, +No word for little Angad, none? +O, hero, at thy lifeless feet +Here with my boy I take my seat, +As some sad mother of the herd, +By the fierce lion undeterred, +Lies moaning by the grassy dell +Wherein her lord and leader fell. +How, having wrought that awful rite, +The sacrifice of deadly fight, +Wherein the shaft by Rama sped +Supplied the place of water shed, +How hast thou bathed thee at the end +Without thy wife her aid to lend?609 +Why do mine eyes no more behold +Thy bright beloved chain of gold, +Which, pleased with thee, the Immortals' King +About thy neck vouchsafed to fling? +Still lingering on thy lifeless face +I see the pride of royal race: +Thus when the sun has set, his glow +Still rests upon the Lord of Snow. +Alas my hero! undeterred +Thou wouldst not listen to my word. +With tears and prayers I sued in vain: +Thou wouldst not listen, and art slain. +Gone is my bliss, my glory: I +And Angad now with thee will die.” +Canto XXIV. Sugríva's Lament. +But when Sugríva saw her weep +O'erwhelmed in sorrow's rushing deep, +Swift through his bosom pierced the sting +Of anguish for the fallen king. +At the sad sight his eyes beheld +A flood of bitter tears outwelled, +And, with his bosom racked and rent, +To Rama with his train he went. +He came with faltering steps and slow +Where Rama held his mighty bow +And arrow like a venomed snake, +And to the son of Raghu spake: +“Well hast thou kept, O King, thy vow: +The promised fruit is gathered now. +But life is marred, my soul to-day +Turns sickening from all joy away. +For, while this queen laments and sighs +Amid a mourning people's cries, +And Angad weeps his father slain, +How can my heart delight to reign? +For outrage, fury, senseless pride, +My brother, doomed of yore, has died. +Yet, Raghu's son, in bitter woe +I mourn his fated overthrow. +Ah, better far in pain and ill +To dwell on Rishyamúka still +Than gain the heaven of Gods and all +Its pleasures by my brother's fall. +Did not he cry,—great-hearted foe,— +“Go, for I will not slay thee, Go”? +With his brave soul those words agree: +My speech, my deeds, are worthy me. +How can a brother counterweigh +His grievous loss with joys of sway, +And see with dull unpitying eye +So brave and good a brother die? +His lofty soul was nobly blind: +My death alas, he ne'er designed; +But I, urged blindly on by hate, +Sought with his life my rage to sate. +He smote me with a splintered tree: +I groaned aloud and turned to flee, +From stern reproaches he forbore, +And gently bade me sin no more. +Serene and dutiful and good +He kept the laws of brotherhood: +I, fierce and greedy, vengeful, base, +Showed all the vices of our race. +Ah me, dear friend, my brother's fate +Lays on my soul a crushing weight: +A sin no heart should e'er conceive, +But at the thought each soul should grieve: +Sin such as Indra's when his blow +Laid heavenly Viśvarúpa610 low. +Yet earth, the waters of the seas, +The race of women and the trees +Were fain upon themselves to take +The weight of sin for Indra's sake. +But who a Vanar's soul will free, +Or ease the load that crushes me? +Wretch that I am, I may not claim +The reverence due to royal name. +How shall I reign supreme, or dare +Affect the power I should not share? +Ah me, I sorrow for my sin, +The ruin of my race and kin, +Polluted by a hideous crime +World-hated till the end of time. +Alas, the floods of sorrow roll +With whelming force upon my soul: +So gathers the descending rain +In the deep hollow of the plain.” +[pg 354] +Canto XXV. Rama's Speech. +Then Raghu's son, whose feeling breast +Shared the great woe that moved the rest, +Strove with wise charm their grief to ease +And gently spoke in words like these: +“You ne'er can raise the dead to bliss +By agony of grief like this. +Cease your lament, nor leave undone +The funeral task you may not shun. +As nature orders o'er the dead. +Your tributary tears are shed, +But Fate, directing each event, +Is still the lord preëminent. +Yes, all obey the changeless laws +Of Fate the universal cause. +By Fate, the lives of all proceed, +That governs every word and deed, +None acts, none sees his hest obeyed, +But each and all by Fate are swayed. +The world its ordered course maintains, +And o'er that course Fate ever reigns. +Fate ne'er exceeds the rule of Fate: +Is ne'er too swift, is ne'er too late, +And making nature its ally +Forgets no life, nor passes by. +No kith and kin, no power and force +Can check or stay its settled course, +No friend or client, grace or charm, +That victor of the world disarm. +So all who see with prudent eyes +The hand of Fate must recognize, +For virtue rules, or love, or gain, +As Fate's unchanged decrees ordain. +Bali has died and won the meed +That waits in heaven on noble deed, +Throned in the seats the brave may reach +By liberal hand and gentle speech, +True to a warrior's duty, bold +In fight, the hero lofty-souled +Deigned not to guard his life: he died, +And now in heaven is glorified. +Then cease these tears and wild despair: +Turn to the task that claims your care, +For Bali's is the glorious fate +Which warriors count most fortunate.” +When Rama's speech had found a close, +Brave Lakshman, terror of his foes, +With wise and soothing words addressed +Sugríva still with woe oppressed: +“Arise Sugríva,” thus he said, +“Perform the service of the dead. +Prepare with Tara and her son +That Bali's rites be duly done. +A store of funeral wood provide +Which wind and sun and time have dried +And richest sandal fit to grace +The pyre of one of royal race. +With words of comfort soft and kind +Console poor Angad's troubled mind, +Nor let thy heart be thus cast down, +For thine is now the Vanars' town. +Let Angad's care a wreath supply, +And raiment rich with varied dye, +And oil and perfumes for the fire, +And all the solemn rites require. +Go, hasten to the town, O King, +And Tara's little quickly bring. +A virtue is despatch: and speed +Is best of all in hour of need. +Go, let a chosen band prepare +The litter of the dead to bear. +For stout and tall and strong of limb +Must be the chiefs who carry him.” +He spoke,—his friends' delight and pride,— +Then stood again by Rama's side. +When Tara611 heard the words he said +Within the town he quickly sped, +And brought, on stalwart shoulders laid, +The litter for the rites arrayed, +Framed like a car for Gods, complete +With painted sides and royal seat, +With latticed windows deftly made, +And golden birds and trees inlaid: +Well joined and wrought in every part, +A marvel of ingenious art. +Where pleasure mounds in carven wood +And many a graven figure stood. +The best of jewels o'er it hung, +And wreaths of flowers around it clung, +And over all was raised on high +A canopy of saffron dye, +While like the sun of morning shone +The brilliant blooms that lay thereon. +That glorious litter Rama eyed. +And spake to Lakshman by his side: +“Let Bali on the bier be placed +And with all funeral service graced.” +Sugríva then with many a tear +Drew Bali's body to the bier +Whereon, with weeping Angad's aid, +The relics of the chief were laid +Neath many a vesture's varied fold, +And wreaths and ornaments and gold. +Then King Sugríva bade them speed +The obsequies by law decreed: +“Let Vanars lead the way and throw +Rich gems around them as they go, +And be the chosen bearers near +Behind them laden with the bier. +No costly rite may you deny, +Used when the proudest monarchs die: +As for a king of widest sway. +Perform his obsequies to-day.” +[pg 355] +Sugríva gave his high behest; +Then Princely Tara and the rest, +With little Angad weeping, led +The long procession of the dead. +Behind the funeral litter came, +With Tara first, each widowed dame, +In tears and shrieks her loss deplored, +Add cried aloud, My lord! My lord! +While wood and hill and valley sent +In echoes back the shrill lament. +Then on a low and sandy isle +Was reared the hero's funeral pile +By crowds of toiling Vanars, where +The mountain stream ran fresh and fair, +The Vanar chiefs, a noble band, +Had laid the litter on the sand, +And stood a little space apart, +Each mourning in his inmost heart. +But Tara, when her weeping eye +Saw Bali, on the litter lie, +Laid his dear head upon her lap, +And wailed aloud her dire mishap; +“O mighty Vanar, lord and king, +To whose fond breast I loved to cling, +Of goodly arms, wise, brave, and bold, +Rise, look upon me as of old. +Rise up, my sovereign, dost thou see +A crowd of subjects weep for thee? +Still o'er thy face, though breath has fled, +The joyous light of life is spread: +Thus around the sun, although he set, +A crimson glory lingers yet. +Death clad in Rama's form to-day +Hast dragged thee from the world away. +One shaft from his tremendous bow +Dooms us to widowhood and woe. +Hast thou, O Vanar King, no eyes +Thy weeping wives to recognize, +Who for the length of way unmeet +Have followed thee with weary feet? +Yet every moon-faced beauty here +By thee, O King was counted dear. +Lord of the Vanar race, hast thou +No eyes to see Sugríva now? +About thee stands in mournful mood +A sore-afflicted multitude, +And Tara and thy lords of state +Around their monarch weep and wait. +Arise my lord, with gentle speech, +As was thy wont, dismissing each, +Then in the forest will we play +And love shall make our spirits gay.” +The Vanar dames raised Tara, drowned +In floods of sorrow, from the ground; +And Angad with Sugríva's aid, +O'erwhelmed with anguish and dismayed, +Weeping for his departed sire, +Placed Bali's body on the pyre: +Then lit the flame, and round the dead +Passed slowly with a mourner's tread. +Thus with full rites the funeral train +Performed the service for the slain, +Then sought the flowing stream and made +Libations to the parted shade. +There, setting Angad first in place, +The chieftains of the Vanar race, +With Tara and Sugríva, shed +The water that delights the dead. +Canto XXVI. The Coronation. +Each Vanar councillor and peer +In crowded numbers gathered near +Sugríva, mournful king, while yet +His vesture from the wave was wet, +Before the chief of Raghu's seed +Unwearied in each arduous deed, +They stood and raised the reverent hand +As saints before Lord Brahma stand. +Then Hanuman of massive mould, +Like some tall hill of glistering gold, +Son of the God whose wild blasts shake +The forest, thus to Rama spake: +“By thy kind favour, O my lord, +Sugríva, to his home restored +Triumphant, has regained to-day +His rank and power and royal sway. +He now will call each faithful friend, +Enter the city, and attend +With sage advice and prudent care +To every task that waits him there. +Then balm and unguent shall anoint +Our monarch, as the laws appoint, +And gems and precious wreaths shall be +His grateful offering, King, to thee. +Do thou, O Rama, with thy friend +Thy steps within the city bend; +Our ruler on his throne install, +And with thy presence cheer us all.” +Then, skilled in lore and arts that guide +The speaker, Raghu's son replied: +“For fourteen years I might not break +The mandate that my father spake; +Nor can I, till that time be fled, +The street of town or village tread. +Let King Sugríva seek the town +Most worthy of her high renown, +There let him be without delay +Anointed, and begin his sway.” +This answered, to Sugríva then +Thus spake anew the king of men: +“Do thou who knowest right ordain +Prince Angad consort of thy reign; +For he is noble, true, and bold, +And trained a righteous course to hold +Gifts like his sire's that youth adorn +Born eldest to the eldest born. +[pg 356] +This is the month of Śravan,612 first +Of those that see the rain-clouds burst. +Four months, thou knowest well, extends +The season when the rain descends. +No time for deeds of war is this: +Seek thou thy fair metropolis, +And I with Lakshman, O my friend, +The time upon this hill will spend. +An ample cavern opens there +Made lovely by the mountain air, +And lotuses and lilies fill +The pleasant lake and murmuring rill. +When Kartik's613 month shall clear the skies, +Then tempt the mighty enterprise. +Now, chieftain to thy home repair, +And be anointed sovereign there.” +Sugríva heard: he bowed his head: +Within the lovely town he sped +Which Bali's royal will had swayed, +Where thousand Vanar chiefs arrayed +Gathered in order round their king, +And led him on with welcoming. +Low on the earth the lesser crowd +Fell in prostration as they bowed. +Sugríva looked with grateful eyes, +Spake to them all and bade them rise. +Then through the royal bowers he strode +Wherein the monarch's wives abode. +Soon from the inner chambers came +The Vanar of exalted fame; +And joyful friends drew near and shed +King-making balm upon his head, +Like Gods anointing in the skies +Their sovereign of the thousand eyes.614 +Then brought they, o'er their king to hold +The white umbrella decked with gold, +And chouries with their waving hair +In golden handles wondrous fair; +And fragrant herbs and seed and spice, +And sparkling gems exceeding price, +And every bloom from woods and leas, +And gum distilled from milky trees; +And precious ointment white as milk, +And spotless robes of cloth and silk, +Wreaths of sweet flowers whose glories gleam +In grassy grove, on lake or stream. +And fragrant sandal and each scent +That makes the soft breeze redolent; +Grain, honey, odorous seed, and store +Of oil and curd and golden ore; +A noble tiger's skin, a pair +Of sandals wrought with costliest care, +Eight pairs of damsels drawing nigh +Brought unguents stained with varied dye. +Then gems and cates and robes displayed +Before the twice-born priests were laid, +That they would deign in order due +To consecrate the king anew. +The sacred grass was duly spread +And sacrificial flame was fed, +Which Scripture-learned priests supplied +With oil which texts had sanctified. +Then, with all rites ordained of old, +High on the terrace bright with gold, +Whereon a glorious carpet lay, +And fresh-culled garlands sweet and gay, +Placed on his throne, Sugríva bent +His looks toward the Orient. +In horns from forehead of the bull, +In pitchers bright and beautiful, +In urns of gold the Vanara took +Pure water brought from stream and brook, +From every consecrated strand +And every sea that beats the land. +Then, as prescribed by sacred lore +And many a mighty sage of yore,615 +The leaders of the Vanars poured +The sacred water on their lord.616 +From every Vanar at the close +Of that imperial rite arose +Shouts of glad triumph, loud and long +Repeated by the high-souled throng. +Sugríva, when the rite was done, +Obeyed the hest of Raghu's son, +Prince Angad to his breast he strained, +And partner of his sway ordained. +Once more from all the host rang out +The loud huzza and jovful shout. +“Well done! well done!” each Vanar cried, +And good Sugríva glorified. +[pg 357] +Then with glad voices loudly raised +Were Rama and his brother praised; +And bright Kishkindha shone that day +With happy throngs and banners gay. +Canto XXVII. Rama On The Hill. +But when the solemn rite was o'er, +And bold Sugríva reigned once more, +The sons of Raghu sought the hill, +Praśravan of the rushing rill, +Where roamed the tiger and the deer, +And lions raised their voice of fear; +Thick set with trees of every kind, +With trailing shrubs and plants entwined; +Home of the ape and monkey, lair +Of mountain cat and pard and bear. +In cloudy gloom against the sky +The sanctifying hills rose high. +Pierced in their crest, a spacious cave +To Raghu's sons a shelter gave. +Then Rama, pure from every crime, +In words well suited to the time +To Lakshman spake, whose faithful zeal +Watched humbly for his brother's weal: +“I love this spacious cavern where +There breathes a fresh and pleasant air. +Brave brother, let us here remain +Throughout the season of the rain. +For in mine eyes this mountain crest +Is above all, the loveliest. +Where copper-hued and black and white +Show the huge blocks that face the height; +Where gleams the shine of varied ore, +Where dark clouds hang and torrents roar; +Where waving woods are fair to see, +And creepers climb from tree to tree; +Where the gay peacock's voice is shrill, +And sweet birds carol on the hill; +Where odorous breath is wafted far +From Jessamine and Sinduvar;617 +And opening flowers of every hue +Give wondrous beauty to the view. +See, too, this pleasant water near +Our cavern home is fresh and clear; +And lilies gay with flower and bud +Are glorious on the lovely flood. +This cave that fares north and east +Will shelter us till rain has ceased; +And towering hills that rise behind +Will screen us from the furious wind. +Close by the cavern's portal lies +And level stone of ample size +And sable hue, a mighty block +Long severed from the parent rock. +Now let thine eye bent northward rest +A while upon that mountain crest, +High as a cloud that brings the rain, +And dark as iron rent in twain. +Look southward, brother, now and view +A cloudy pile of paler hue +Like Mount Kailasa's topmost height +Where ores of every tint are bright. +See, Lakshman, see before our cave +That clear brook eastward roll its wave +As though 'twere Ganga's infant rill +Down streaming from the three-peaked hill. +See, by the water's gentle flow +Aśoka, sal, and sandal grow. +And every lovely tree most fair +With leaf and bud and flower is there. +See there, beneath the bending trees +That fringe her bank, the river flees, +Clothed with their beauty like a maid +In all her robes and gems arrayed, +While from the sedgy banks are heard +The soft notes of each amorous bird. +O see what lovely islets stud +Like gems the bosom of the flood, +And sarases and wild swans crowd +About her till she laughs aloud. +See, lotus blooms the brook o'erspread, +Some tender blue, some dazzling red, +And opening lilies white as snow +Their buds in rich profusion show. +There rings the joyous peacock's scream, +There stands the curlew by the stream, +And holy hermits love to throng +Where the sweet waters speed along. +Ranged on the grassy margin shine +Gay sandal trees in glittering line, +And all the wondrous verdure seems +The offspring of creative dreams. +O conquering Prince, there cannot be +A lovelier place than this we see. +Here sheltered on the beauteous height +Our days will pass in calm delight. +Nor is Kishkindha's city, gay +With grove and garden, far away. +Thence will the breeze of evening bring +Sweet music as the minstrels sing; +And, when the Vanars dance, will come +The sound of tabour and of drum. +Again to spouse and realm restored, +Girt by his friends, the Vanar lord +Great glory has acquired; and how +Can he be less than happy now?” +This said, the son of Raghu made +His dwelling in that pleasant shade +Upon the mountain's shelving side +That sweetly all his wants supplied. +But still the hero's troubled mind +No comfort in his woe could find, +Yet mourning for his stolen wife +Dearer to Rama than his life, +Chief when he saw the Lord of Night +Rise slowly o'er the eastern height, +[pg 358] +He tossed upon his leafy bed +With eyes by sleep unvisited. +Outwelled the tears in ceaseless flow, +And every sense was numbed by woe. +Each pang that pierced the mourner through +Smote Lakshman's faithful bosom too, +Who, troubled for his brother's sake, +With wisest words the prince bespake: +“Arise, my brother, and be strong: +Thy hero heart has mourned too long. +Thou knowest well that tears and sighs +Will mar the mightiest enterprise. +Thine was the soul that loved to dare: +To serve the Gods was still thy care; +And ne'er may sorrow's sting subdue +A heart so resolute and true. +How canst thou hope to slay in fight +The giant cruel in his might? +Unwearied must the champion be +Who strives with such a foe as he. +Tear out this sorrow by the root; +Again be bold and resolute. +Arise, my brother, and subdue +The demon and his wicked crew. +Thou canst destroy the earth, her seas, +Her rooted hills and giant trees +Unseated by thy furious hand: +And shall one fiend thy power withstand? +Wait through this season of the rain +Till suns of autumn dry the plain, +Then shall thy giant foe, and all +His host and realm, before thee fall. +I wake thy valour that has slept +Amid the tears thine eyes have wept; +As drops of oil in worship raise +The dormant flame to sudden blaze.” +The son of Raghu heard: he knew +His brother's rede was wise and true; +And, honouring his friendly guide, +In gentle words he thus replied: +“Whate'er a hero firm and bold, +Devoted, true, and lofty-souled +Should speak by deep affection led, +Such are the words which thou hast said. +I cast away each pensive thought +That brings the noblest plans to naught, +And each uninjured power will strain +Until the purposed end we gain. +Thy prudent words will I obey, +And till the close of rain-time stay, +When King Sugríva will invite +To action, and the streams be bright. +The hero saved in hour of need +Repays the debt with friendly deed: +But hated by the good are they +Who take the boon and ne'er repay.” +Canto XXVIII. The Rains. +“See, brother, see” thus Rama cried +On Malyavat's618 dark-wooded side, +“A chain of clouds, like lofty hills, +The sky with gathering shadow fills. +Nine months those clouds have borne the load +Conceived from sunbeams as they glowed, +And, having drunk the seas, give birth, +And drop their offspring on the earth. +Easy it seems at such a time +That flight of cloudy stairs to climb, +And, from their summit, safely won, +Hang flowery wreaths about the sun. +See how the flash of evening's red +Fringes the fleecy clouds o'erhead +Till all the sky is streaked and lined +With bleeding wounds incarnadined, +Or the wide firmament above +Shows like a lover sick with love +And, pale with cloudlets, heaves a sigh +In the soft breeze that wanders by. +See, by the fervent heat embrowned, +How drenched with recent showers, the ground +Pours out in floods her gushing tears, +Like Síta wild with torturing fears. +So softly blows this cloud-born breeze +Cool through the boughs of camphor trees +That one might hold it in the cup +Of hollowed hands and drink it up. +See, brother, where that rocky steep, +Where odorous shrubs in rain-drops weep, +Shows like Sugríva when they shed +Tne royal balm upon his head. +Like students at their task appear +These hills whose misty peaks are near: +Black deerskin619 garments wrought of cloud +Their forms with fitting mantles shroud, +Each torrent from the summit poured +Supplies the place of sacred cord.620 +And winds that in their caverns moan +[pg 359] +Sound like the voice's undertone.621 +From east to west red lightnings flash, +And, quivering neath the golden lash, +The great sky like a generous steed +Groans inly at each call to speed. +Yon lightning, as it flashes through +The giant cloud of sable hue, +Recalls my votaress Síta pressed +Mid struggles to the demon's breast. +See, on those mountain ridges stand +Sweet shrubs that bud and bloom expand. +The soft rain ends their pangs of grief, +And drops its pearls on flower and leaf. +But all their raptures stab me through +And wake my pining love anew.622 +Now through the air no wild bird flies, +Each lily shuts her weary eyes; +And blooms of opening jasmin show +The parting sun has ceased to glow. +No captain now for conquest burns, +But homeward with his host returns; +For roads and kings' ambitious dreams +Have vanished neath descending streams. +This is the watery month623 wherein +The Samar's624 sacred chants begin. +ashadha625 past, now Kośal's lord626 +The harvest of the spring has stored,627 +And dwells within his palace freed +From every care of pressing need. +Full is the moon, and fierce and strong +Impetuous Sarjú628 roars along +As though Ayodhya's crowds ran out +To greet their king with echoing shout. +In this sweet time of ease and rest +No care disturbs Sugríva's breast, +The foe that marred his peace o'erthrown, +And queen and realm once more his own. +Alas, a harder fate is mine, +Reft both of realm and queen to pine, +And, like the bank which floods erode, +I sink beneath my sorrow's load. +Sore on my soul my miseries weigh, +And these long rains our action stay, +While Ravan seems a mightier foe +Than I dare hope to overthrow. +I saw the roads were barred by rain, +I knew the hopes of war were vain; +Nor could I bid Sugríva rise, +Though prompt to aid my enterprise. +E'en now I scarce can urge my friend +On whom his house and realm depend, +Who, after toil and peril past, +Is happy with his queen at last. +Sugríva after rest will know +The hour is come to strike the blow, +Nor will his grateful soul forget +My succour, or deny the debt +I know his generous heart, and hence +Await the time with confidence +When he his friendly zeal will show, +And brooks again untroubled flow.”629 +Canto XXIX. Hanuman's Counsel. +No flash of lightning lit the sky, +No cloudlet marred the blue on high. +The Saras630 missed the welcome rain, +The moon's full beams were bright again. +Sugríva, lapped in bliss, forgot +The claims of faith, or heeded not; +And by alluring joys misled +The path of falsehood learned to tread. +In careless ease he passed each hour, +And dallied in his lady's bower. +Each longing of his heart was stilled, +And every lofty hope fulfilled. +With royal Ruma by his side, +Or Tara yet a dearer bride, +[pg 360] +He spent each joyous day and night +In revelry and wild delight, +Like Indra whom the nymphs entice +To taste the joys of Paradise. +The power to courtiers' hands resigned, +To all their acts his eyes were blind. +All doubt, all fear he cast aside +And lived with pleasure for his guide. +But sage Hanúman, firm and true, +Whose heart the lore of Scripture knew, +Well trained to meet occasion, trained +In all by duty's law ordained, +Strove with his prudent speech to find +Soft access to the monarch's mind. +He, skilled in every gentle art +Of eloquence that wins the heart, +Sugríva from his trance to wake, +His salutary counsel spake: +“The realm is won, thy name advanced, +The glory of thy house enhanced, +And now thy foremost care should be +To aid the friends who succoured thee. +He who is firm and faithful found +To friendly ties in honour bound, +Will see his name and fame increase +And his blest kingdom thrive in peace. +Wide sway is his who truly boasts +That friends and treasure, self and hosts, +All blent in one harmonious whole, +Are subject to his firm control. +Do thou, whose footsteps never stray +From the clear bounds of duty's way, +Assist, as honour bids thee, now +Thy friends, observant of thy vow. +For if all cares we lay not by, +And to our friend's assistance fly, +We, after, toil in idle haste, +And all the late endeavour waste. +Up! nor the promised help delay +Until the hour have slipped away. +Up! and with Raghu's son renew +The search for Síta lost to view. +The hour is come: he hears the call, +But not on thee reproaches fall +From him who labours to repress +His eager spirit's restlessness. +Long joined to thee in friendly ties +He made thy fame and fortune rise, +In gentle gifts by none excelled. +In splendid might unparalleled. +Up, to his succour, King! repay +The favour of that prosperous day, +And to thy bravest captains send +Prompt mandates to assist thy friend. +The cry for help thou wilt not spurn +Although no grace demands return: +And wilt thou not thine aid afford +To him who realm and life restored? +Exert thy power, and thou hast won +The love of Daśaratha's son: +And wilt thou for his summons wait, +And, till he call thee, hesitate? +Think not the hero needs thy power +To save him in the desperate hour: +He with his arrows could subdue +The Gods and all the demon crew, +And only waits that he may see +Redeemed the promise made by thee. +For thee he risked his life and fought, +For thee that great deliverance wrought. +Then let us trace through earth and skies +His lady wheresoe'er she lies. +Through realms above, beneath, we flee, +And plant our footsteps on the sea. +Then why, O Lord of Vanars, still +Delay us waiting for thy will? +Give thy commands, O King, and say +What task has each and where the way. +Before thee myriad Vanars stand +To sweep through heaven, o'er seas and land.” +Sugríva heard the timely rede +That roused him in the day of need, +And thus to Níla prompt and brave +His hest the imperial Vanar gave: +“Go, Níla, to the distant hosts +That keep in arms their several posts, +And all the armies that protect +The quarters,631 with their chiefs, collect. +To all the luminaries placed +In intermediate regions haste, +And bid each captain rise and lead +His squadrons to their king with speed. +Do thou meanwhile with strictest care +All that the time requires prepare. +The loitering Vanar who delays +To gather here ere thrice five days, +Shall surely die for his offence, +Condemned for sinful negligence.” +Canto XXX. Rama's Lament. +But Rama in the autumn night +Stood musing on the mountain height, +While grief and love that scorned control +Shook with wild storms the hero's soul. +Clear was the sky, without a cloud +The glory of the moon to shroud. +And bright with purest silver shone +Each hill the soft beams looked upon. +He knew Sugríva's heart was bent +On pleasure, gay and negligent. +He thought on Janak's child forlorn +From his fond arms for ever torn. +He mourned occasion slipping by, +And faint with anguish heaved each sigh. +[pg 361] +He sat where many a varied streak +Of rich ore marked the mountain peak. +He raised his eyes the sky to view, +And to his love his sad thoughts flew. +He heard the Saras 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? +How can my absent love behold +The bright trees with their flowers of gold, +And all their gleaming glory see +With eyes that vainly look for me? +How is it with my darling when +From the deep tangles of the glen +Float carols of each bird elate +With rapture singing to his mate? +In vain my weary glances rove +From lake to hill, from stream to grove: +I find no rapture in the scene, +And languish for my fawn-eyed queen. +Ah, does strong love with wild unrest, +Born of the autumn, stir her breast? +And does the gentle lady pine +Till her bright eyes shall look in mine?” +Thus Raghu's son in piteous tone, +O'erwhelmed with sorrow, made his moan. +E'en as the bird that drinks the rains632 +To Indra thousand-eyed complains. +Then Lakshman who had wandered through +The copses where the berries grew, +Returning to the cavern found +His brother chief in sorrow drowned, +And pitying the woes that broke +The spirit of the hero spoke: +“Why cast thy strength of soul away, +And weakly yield to passion's sway? +Arise, my brother, do and dare +Ere action perish in despair. +Recall the firmness of thy heart, +And nerve thee for a hero's part. +Whose is the hand unscathed to sieze +The red flame quickened by the breeze? +Where is the foe will dare to wrong +Or keep the Maithil lady long?” +Then with pale lips that sorrow dried +The son of Raghu thus replied: +“Lord Indra thousand-eyed, has sent +The sweet rain from the firmament, +Sees the rich promise of the grain, +And turns him to his rest again. +The clouds with voices loud and deep, +Veiling each tree upon the steep, +Up on the thirsty earth have shed +Their precious burden and are fled. +Now in kings' hearts ambition glows: +They rush to battle with their foes;633 +But in Sugríva's sloth I see +No care for deeds of chivalry. +See, Lakshman, on each breezy height +A thousand autumn blooms are bright. +See how the wings of wild swans gleam +On every islet of the stream. +Four months of flood and rain are past: +A hundred years they seemed to last +To me whom toil and trouble tried, +My Síta severed from my side. +She, gentlest woman, weak and young, +Still to her lord unwearied clung. +Still by the exile's side she stood +In the wild ways of Danḍak wood, +Like a fond bird disconsolate +If parted from her darling mate. +Sugríva, lapped in soft repose, +Untouched by pity for my woes, +Scorns the poor exile, dispossessed, +By Ravan's mightier arm oppressed, +The wretch who comes to sue and pray +From his lost kingdom far away. +Hence falls on me the Vanar's scorn, +A suitor friendless and forlorn. +The time is come: with heedless eye +He sees the hour of action fly,— +Unmindful, now his hopes succeed, +Of promise made in stress of need. +Go seek him sunk in bliss and sloth, +Forgetful of his royal oath, +And as mine envoy thus upbraid +The monarch for his help delayed: +“Vile is the wretch who will not pay +The favour of an earlier day, +Hope in the supplicant's breast awakes, +And then his plighted promise breaks. +Noblest, mid all of women born, +Who keeps the words his lips have sworn, +Yea, if those words be good or ill, +Maintains his faith unbroken still. +The thankless who forget to aid +The friend who helped them when they prayed, +Dishonoured in their death shall lie, +And dogs shall pass their corpses by. +Sure thou wouldst see my strained arm hold +My bow of battle backed with gold, +Wouldst gaze upon its awful form +Like lightning flashing through the storm, +And hear the clanging bowstring loud +As thunder from a labouring cloud.” +His valour and his strength I know: +But pleasure's sway now sinks them low, +With thee, my brother, for ally +That strength and valour I defy. +[pg 362] +He promised, when the rains should end, +The succour of his arm to lend. +Those months are past: he dares forget, +And, lapped in pleasure, slumbers yet. +No thought disturbs his careless breast +For us impatient and distressed, +And, while we sadly wait and pine, +Girt by his lords he quaffs the wine. +Go, brother, go, his palace seek, +And boldly to Sugríva speak, +Thus give the listless king to know +What waits him if my anger glow: +Still open, to the gloomy God, +Lies the sad path that Bali trod. +“Still to thy plighted word be true, +Lest thou, O King, that path pursue. +I launched the shaft I pointed well. +And Bali, only Bali, fell. +But, if from truth thou dare to stray, +Both thee and thine this hand shall slay.” +Thus be the Vanar king addressed, +Then add thyself what seems the best.” +Canto XXXI. The Envoy. +Thus Rama spoke, and Lakshman then +Made answer to the prince of men: +“Yea, if the Vanar, undeterred +By fear of vengeance, break his word, +Loss of his royal power ere long +Shall pay the traitor for the wrong. +Nor deem I him so void of sense +To brave the bitter consequence. +But if enslaved to joy he lie, +And scorn thy grace with blinded eye, +Then let him join his brother slain: +Unmeet were such a wretch to reign. +Quick rises, kindling in my breast, +The wrath that will not be repressed, +And bids me in my fury slay +The breaker of his faith to-day. +Let Bali's son thy consort trace +With bravest chiefs of Vanar race.” +Thus spoke the hero, and aglow +With rage of battle seized his bow. +But Rama thus in gentler mood +With fitting words his speech renewed: +“No hero with a soul like thine +To paths of sin will e'er incline, +He who his angry heart can tame +Is worthiest of a hero's name. +Not thine, my brother, be the part +So alien from the tender heart, +Nor let thy feet by wrath misled +Forsake the path they loved to tread. +From harsh and angry words abstain: +With gentle speech a hearing gain, +And tax Sugríva with the crime +Of failing faith and wasted time.” +Then Lakshman, bravest of the brave, +Obeyed the hest that Rama gave, +To whom devoting every thought +The Vanar's royal town he sought. +As Mandar's mountain heaves on high +His curved peak soaring to the sky, +So Lakshman showed, his dread bow bent +Like Indra's634 in the firmament. +His brother's wrath, his brother's woe +Inflamed his soul to fiercest glow. +The tallest trees to earth were cast +As furious on his way he passed, +And where he stepped, so fiercely fleet, +The stones were shivered by his feet. +He reached Kishkindha's city deep +Embosomed where the hills were steep, +Where street and open square were lined +With legions of the Vanar kind. +Then, as his lips with fury swelled, +The lord of Raghu's line beheld +A stream of Vanar chiefs outpoured +To do obeisance to their lord. +But when the mighty prince in view +Of the thick coming Vanars drew, +They turned them in amaze to seize +Crags of the rock and giant trees. +He saw, and fiercer waxed his ire, +As oil lends fury to the fire. +Scarce had the Vanar chieftains seen +That wrathful eye, that troubled mien +Fierce as the God's who rules the dead, +When, turned in wild affright, they fled. +Speeding in breathless terror all +Sought King Sugríva's council hall, +And there made known their tale of fear, +That Lakshman wild with rage, was near. +The king, untroubled by alarms, +Held Tara in his amorous arms, +And in the distant bower with her +Heard not each clamorous messenger. +Then, summoned at the lords' behest +Forth from the city portals pressed, +Each like some elephant or cloud, +The Vanars in a trembling crowd: +Fierce warriors all with massive jaws +And terrors of their tiger claws, +Some matched ten elephants, and some +A hundred's strength could overcome. +Some chieftains, mightier than the rest, +Ten times a hundred's force possessed. +With eyes of fury Lakshman viewed +The Vanars' tree-armed multitude. +Thus garrisoned from side to side +The city walls assault defied. +Beyond the moat that girt the wall +Advanced the Vanar chiefs; and all +Upon the plain in firm brigade, +Impetuous warriors, stood arrayed. +[pg 363] +Red at the sight flashed Lakshman's eyes, +His bosom heaved tumultuous sighs, +And forth the fire of fury broke +Like flame that flashes through the smoke. +Like some fierce snake the hero stood: +His bow recalled the expanded hood, +And in his shaft-head bright and keen +The flickering of its tongue was seen: +And in his own all-conquering might +The venom of its deadly bite. +Prince Angad marked his angry look, +And every hope his heart forsook. +Then, his large eyes with fury red, +To Angad Lakshman turned and said: +“Go tell the king that Lakshman waits +For audience at the city gates, +Whose heart, O tamer of thy foes, +Is heavy with his brother's woes. +Bid him to Rama's word attend, +And ask if he will aid his friend. +Go, let the king my message learn: +Then hither with all speed return.” +Prince Angad heard and wild with grief +Cried as he looked upon the chief: +“'Tis Lakshman's self: impelled by ire +He seeks the city of my sire.” +At the fierce words and furious look +Of Raghu's son he quailed and shook. +Back through the city gates he sped, +And, laden with the tale of dread, +Sought King Sugríva, filled his ears +And Ruma's with his doubts and fears. +To Ruma and the king he bent, +And clasped their feet most reverent, +Clasped the dear feet of Tara, too, +And told the startling tale anew. +But King Sugríva's ear was dulled, +By love and wine and languor lulled, +Nor did the words that Angad spake +The slumberer from his trance awake. +But soon as Raghu's son came nigh +The startled Vanars raised a cry, +And strove to win his grace, while dread +Each anxious heart disquieted. +They saw, and, as they gathered round, +Rose from the mighty throng a sound +Like torrents when they downward dash, +Or thunder with the lightning's flash. +The shouting of the Vanars broke +Sugríva's slumber, and he woke: +Still with the wine his eyes were red, +His neck with flowers was garlanded. +Roused at the voice of Angad came +Two Vanar lords of rank and fame; +One Yaksha, one Prabhava hight,— +Wise counsellors of gain and right. +They came and raised their voices high, +And told that Raghu's son was nigh: +“Two brothers steadfast in their truth, +Each glorious in the bloom of youth, +Worthy of rule, have left the skies, +And clothed their forms in men's disguise. +One at thy gates, in warlike hands +Holding his mighty weapon, stands. +His message is the charioteer +That brings the eager envoy near, +Urged onward by his bold intent, +And by the hest of Rama sent.” +The gathered Vanars saw and fled, +And raised aloud their cry of dread. +Son of Queen Tara, Angad ran +To parley with the godlike man. +Still fiery-eyed with rage and hate +Stands Lakshman at the city gate, +And trembling Vanars scarce can fly +Scathed by the lightning of his eye. +“Go with thy son, thy kith and kin, +The favour of the prince to win, +And bow thy reverent head that so +His fiery wrath may cease to glow. +What righteous Rama bids thee, do, +And to thy plighted word be true.” +Canto XXXII. Hanuman's Counsel. +Sugríva heard, and, trained and tried +In counsel, to his lords replied: +“No deed of mine, no hasty word +The anger of the prince has stirred. +But haply some who hate me still +And watch their time to work me ill, +Have slandered me to Raghu's son, +Accused of deeds I ne'er have done. +Now, O my lords—for you are wise— +Speak truly what your hearts advise, +And, pondering each event, inquire +The reason of the prince's ire. +No fear have I of Lakshman: none: +No dread of Raghu's mightier son. +But wrath, that fires a friendly breast +Without due cause, disturbs my rest. +With labour light is friendship gained, +But with severest toil maintained. +And doubt is strong, and faith is weak, +[pg 364] +And friendship dies when traitors speak. +Hence is my troubled bosom cold +With fear of Rama lofty-souled; +For heavy on my spirit weigh +His favours I can ne'er repay.” +He ceased: and Hanuman of all +The Vanars in the council hall +In wisdom first, and rank, expressed +The thoughts that filled his prudent breast: +“No marvel thou rememberest yet +The service thou shouldst ne'er forget, +How the brave prince of Raghu's seed +Thy days from fear and peril freed; +And Bali for thy sake o'erthrew, +Whom Indra's self might scarce subdue. +I doubt not Rama's anger burns +For the scant love thy heart returns. +For this he sends his brother, him +Whose glory never waxes dim. +Sunk in repose thy careless eye +Marks not the seasons as they fly, +Nor sees that autumn has begun +With dark blooms opening to the sun. +Clear is the sky: no cloudlet mars +The splendour of the shining stars. +The balmy air is soft and still, +And clear and bright are lake and rill. +Thou heedest not with blinded eyes +The hour for warlike enterprise. +Hence Lakshman hither comes to break +Thy slothful trance and bid thee wake. +Then, Monarch, with a patient ear +The high-souled Rama's message hear, +Which, reft of wife and realm and friends, +Thus by another's mouth he sends. +Thou, Vanar King, hast done amiss: +And now I see no way but this: +Before his envoy humbly stand +And sue for peace with suppliant hand. +High duty bids a courtier seek +His master's weal, and freely speak. +So by no thought of fear controlled +My speech, O King, is free and bold, +For Rama, if his anger glow, +Can, with the terrors of his bow +This earth with all the Gods subdue, +Gandharvas,635 and the demon crew. +Unwise to stir his wrathful mood +Whose favour must again be wooed. +And, most of all, unwise for one +Grateful like thee for service done. +Go with thy son and kinsmen: bend +Thy humble head and greet thy friend. +And, like a fond obedient spouse, +Be faithful to thy plighted vows.” +Canto XXXIII. Lakshman's Entry. +Through the fair city Lakshman came, +Invited in Sugríva's name. +Within the gates the guardian bands, +Of Vanars raised their suppliant hands, +And in their ordered ranks, amazed, +Upon the princely hero gazed, +They marked each burning breath he drew, +The fury of his soul they knew. +Their hearts were chilled with sudden fear: +They gazed, but dared not venture near, +Before his eyes the city, gay +With gems and flowery gardens, lay, +Where fane and palace rose on high, +And things of beauty charmed the eye. +Where trees of every blossom grew +Yielding their fruit in season due +To Vanars of celestial seed +Who wore each varied form at need, +Fair-faced and glorious with the shine +Of heavenly robes and wreaths divine. +There sandal, aloe, lotus bloomed, +And there delicious breath perfumed +The city's broad street, redolent +Of sugary mead636 and honey scent. +There many a lofty palace rose +Like Vindhya or the Lord of Snows, +And with sweet murmur sparkling rills +Leapt lightly down the sheltering hills. +On many a glorious palace, raised +For prince and noble,637 Lakshman gazed: +Like clouds of paly hue they shone +With fragrant wreaths that hung thereon: +There wealth of jewels was enshrined, +And fairer gems of womankind. +There gleamed, of noble height and size, +Like Indra's mansion in the skies, +Protected by a crystal fence +Of rock, the royal residence, +With roof and turret high and bright +Like Mount Kailasa's loftiest height. +There blooming trees, Mahendra's gift, +High o'er the walls were seen to lift +Their golden fruited boughs, that made +With leaf and flower delicious shade. +He saw a band of Vanars wait, +[pg 365] +Wielding their weapons, at the gate +Where golden portals flashed between +Celestial garlands red and green. +Within Sugríva's fair abode +Unchecked the mighty hero strode, +As when the sun of autumn shrouds +His glory in a pile of clouds. +Through seven wide courts he quickly passed, +And reached the royal tower at last, +Where seats were set with couch and bed +Of gold and silver richly spread. +While the young chieftain's feet drew near +The sound of music reached his ear, +As the soft breathings of the flute +Came blending with the voice and lute. +Then beauty showed her youth and grace +And varied charm of form and face: +Soft bright-eyed creatures, fair and young,— +Gay garlands round their necks were hung, +And greater charms to each were lent +By richest dress and ornament. +He saw the calm attendants wait +About their lord in careless state, +Heard women's girdles chime in sweet +Accordance with their tinkling feet. +He heard the anklet's silvery sound, +He saw the calm that reigned around, +And o'er him, as he listened, came +A rush of rage, a flood of shame. +He drew his bowstring: with the clang +From ease to west the welkin rang: +Then in his modest mood withdrew +A little from the ladies' view. +And sternly silent stood apart, +While wrath for Rama filled his heart. +Sugríva knew the sounding string, +And at the call the Vanar king +Sprang swiftly from his golden seat, +And feared the coming prince to meet. +Then with cold lips that terror dried +To beauteous Tara thus he cried: +“What cause of anger, O my spouse +Fair with the charm of lovely brows, +Sets Lakshman's gentle breast on fire, +And brings him in unwonted ire? +Say, canst thou see, O faultless dame, +A cause to fill his soul with flame? +For there must be a reason when +Such fury stirs the king of men. +Reveal the sin, if sin of mine +Anger the lord of Raghu's line. +Or go thyself, his rage subdue, +And with soft words his favour woo. +Soon as on thee his eyes are set +His heart this anger will forget, +For men like him of lofty mind +Are never stern with womankind. +First let thy gentle speech disarm +His fury, and his spirit charm, +And I, from fear of peril free, +The conqueror of his foes will see.” +She heard: with faltering steps and slow, +With eyes that shone with trembling glow, +With gold-girt body gently bent +To meet the stranger prince she went. +When Lakshman saw the Vanar queen +With tranquil eyes and modest mien, +Before the dame he bent his head, +And anger, at her presence, fled. +Made bold by draughts of wine, and cheered +By Lakshman's look no more she feared, +And in the trust his favour lent +She thus addressed him eloquent: +“Whence springs thy burning fury? say: +Who dares thy will to disobey? +Who checks the maddened flames that seize +On forests full of withered trees?” +Then Lakshman spoke, her mind to ease, +His kind reply in words like these: +“Thy lord his days in pleasure spends, +Heedless of duty and of friends, +Nor dost thou mark, though fondly true, +The evil path his steps pursue. +He cares not for affairs of state, +Nor us forlorn and desolate, +But sits a mere spectator still, +A sensual slave to pleasure's will. +Four months were fixed, the time agreed +When he should help us in our need: +But, bound in toils of pleasure fast, +He sees not that the months are past. +Where beats the heart which draughts of wine +To virtue or to gain incline? +Hast thou not heard those draughts destroy +Virtue and gain and love and joy? +For those who, helped at need, refuse +Their aid in turn, their virtue lose: +And they who scorn a friend disdain +A treasure naught may buy again. +Thy lord has cast his friend away, +Nor feared from virtue's path to stray, +If this be true, declare, O dame +Who knowest duty's every claim, +What further work remains for us +Deceived and disappointed thus.” +She listened, for his words were kind, +Where virtue showed with gain combined, +And thus in turn the prince addressed, +As hope was rising in his breast: +“No time, no cause of wrath I see +With those who live and honour thee: +And thou shouldst bear without offence +Thy servant's fitful negligence. +I know the seasons glide away, +While Rama maddens at delay +I know what deed our thanks has earned, +I know that grace should be returned. +But still I know, whate'er befall, +That conquering love is lord of all; +[pg 366] +Know where Sugríva's thoughts, possessed +By one absorbing passion, rest. +But he whom sensual joys debase +Heeds not the claim of time and place, +And sees not with his blinded sight +His duty or his gain aright. +O pardon him who loves me! spare +The Vanar caught in pleasure's snare, +And once again let Rama grace +With favour him who rules our race. +E'en royal saints, whose chief delight +Was penance and austerest rite, +At love's commandment have unbent, +Beguiled by sweetest blandishment. +And know, Sugríva, roused at last, +The order to his lords has passed, +And, long by love and bliss delayed, +Wakes all on fire your hopes to aid. +A countless host his city fills, +New-gathered from a thousand hills: +Impetuous chiefs, who wear at need +Each varied form, his legions lead. +Come then, O hero, kept aloof +By modest awe, nor fear reproof: +A faithful friend untouched by blame +May look upon another's dame.” +He passed within, by Tara pressed, +And by his own impatient breast, +Refulgent there in sunlike sheen +Sugríva on his throne was seen. +Gay garlands round his neck were twined, +And Ruma by her lord recline. +Canto XXXIV. Lakshman's Speech. +Sugríva started from his rest +With doubt and terror in his breast. +He heard the prince's furious tread +He saw his eyes glow fiercely red. +Swift sprang the monarch to his feet +Upstarting from his golden seat. +Rose Ruma and her fellows, too, +And closely round Sugríva drew, +As round the moon's full glory stand +Attendant stars in glittering band. +Sugríva glanced with reddened eyes, +Raised his joined hands in suppliant guise +Flew to the door, and rooted there +Stood like the tree that grants each prayer.638 +And Lakshman saw, and, fiercely moved, +With angry speech the king reproved: +“Famed is the prince who loves the truth, +Whose soul is touched with tender ruth, +Who, liberal, keeps each sense subdued, +And pays the debt of gratitude. +But all unmeet a king to be, +The meanest of the mean is he +Who basely breaks the promise made +To trusting friends who lent him aid. +He sins who for a steed has lied, +As if a hundred steeds had died: +Or if he lie, a cow to win, +Tenfold as heavy is the sin. +But if the lie a man betray, +Both he and his shall all decay.639 +O Vanar King, the thankless man +Is worthy of the general ban, +Who takes assistance of his friends, +And in his turn no service lends. +This verse of old by Brahma sung +Is echoed now by every tongue. +Hear what He cried in angry mood +Bewailing man's ingratitude: +“For draughts of wine, for slaughtered cows, +For treacherous theft, for broken vows +A pardon is ordained: but none +For thankless scorn of service done.” +Ungrateful, Vanar King, art thou, +And faithless to thy plighted vow. +For Rama brought thee help, and yet +Thou shunnest to repay the debt: +Or, grateful, thou hadst surely pressed +To aid the hero in his quest. +Thou art, in vulgar pleasures drowned, +False to thy bond in honour bound. +Nor yet has Rama's guileless heart +Discerned thee for the thing thou art— +A snake who holds the frogs that cries +And lures fresh victims as it dies. +Brave Rama, born for glorious fate, +Has set thee in thy high estate, +And to the Vanars' throne restored, +Great-souled himself, their mean-souled lord. +Now if thy pride disown what he, +High thoughted prince, has done for thee, +Struck by his arrows shalt thou fall, +And Bali meet in Yama's hall. +Still open, to the gloomy God, +Lies the sad path thy brother trod. +Then to thy plighted word be true, +Nor let thy steps that path pursue. +Methinks the shafts of Rama, shot +Like thunderbolts, thou heedest not, +Who canst, absorbed in sensual bliss, +Thy promise from thy mind dismiss.” +[pg 367] +Canto XXXV. Tara's Speech. +He ceased: and Tara starry-eyed +Thus to the angry prince replied: +“Not to my lord shouldst thou address +A speech so fraught with bitterness: +Not thus reproached my lord should be, +And least of all, O Prince, by thee. +He is no thankless coward—no— +With spirit dead to valour's glow. +From paths of truth he never strays, +Nor wanders in forbidden ways. +Ne'er will Sugríva's heart forget, +By Rama saved, the lasting debt. +Still in his grateful breast will live +The succour none but he could give. +Restored to fame by Rama's grace, +To empire o'er the Vanar race, +From ceaseless dread and toil set free, +Restored to Ruma and to me: +By grief and care and exile tried, +New to the bliss so long denied, +Like Viśvamitra once, alas, +He marks not how the seasons pass. +That saint ten thousand years remained, +By sweet Ghritachí's640 love enchained, +And deemed those years, that flew away +So lightly, but a single day. +O, if those years unheeded flew +By him who times and seasons knew, +Unequalled for his lofty mind, +What marvel meaner eyes are blind? +Then be not angry, Raghu's son, +And let thy brother feel for one +Who many a weary year has spent +Stranger to love and blandishment. +Let not this wrath thy soul inflame, +Like some mean wretch unknown to fame: +For high and noble hearts like thine +Love mercy and to ruth incline, +Calm and deliberate, and slow +With anger's raging fire to glow. +At length, O righteous prince, relent, +Nor let my words in vain be spent, +This sudden blaze of fury slake, +I pray thee for Sugríva's sake. +He would renounce at Rama's call +Ruma and Angad, me and all +Who call him lord: his gold and grain, +The favour of his friend to gain. +His arm shall slay the fiend more base +In soul than all his impious race, +And happy Rama reunite +To Síta, rival in delight +Of the triumphant Moon when he +Rejoins his darling Rohiní.641 +Ten million million demons guard +The gates of Lanka firmly barred. +All hope until that host be slain, +To smite the robber king is vain. +Nor with Sugríva's aid alone +May king and host be overthrown. +Thus ere he died—for well he knew— +Spake Bali, and his words are true. +I know not what his proofs might be, +But speak the words he spake to me. +Hence far and wide our lords are sent +To raise the mightiest armament, +For their return Sugríva waits +Ere he can sally from his gates. +Still is the oath Sugríva swore +Kept firmly even as before: +And the great host this day will be +Assembled by the king's decree, +Ten thousand thousand troops, who wear +The form of monkey and of bear, +Prepared for thee the war to wage: +Then let thy wrath no longer rage. +The matrons of the Vanar race +See marks of fury in thy face; +They see thine eyes like blood are red, +And will not yet be comforted.” +Canto XXXVI. Sugríva's Speech. +She ceased: and Lakshman gave assent, +Won by her gentle argument. +So Tara's pleading, just and mild, +His softening heart had reconciled. +His altered mood Sugríva saw, +And cast aside the fear and awe +Like raiment heavy with the rain +Which on his troubled soul had lain. +Then quickly to the ground he threw +His flowery garland, bright of hue, +Which round his royal neck he wore, +And, sobered, was himself once more. +Then turning to the princely man +In soothing words the king began: +“My glory, wealth, and royal sway +To other hands had passed away: +But Rama to my rescue came, +And gave me back my power and fame. +O Lakshman, say, whose grateful heart +[pg 368] +Could nurse the hope to pay in part, +By service of a life, the deed +Of Rama sprung of heavenly seed? +His foeman Ravan shall be slain, +And Síta shall be his again. +The hero's side I will not leave, +But he the conquest shall achieve. +What need of help has he who drew +His bow, and one great arrow flew +Through seven tall trees, a mountain rent, +And cleft the earth with force unspent? +What aid needs he who shook his bow, +And at the sound the earth below +With hill and wood and rooted rock +Quaked feverous with the thunder shock? +Yet all my legions will I bring, +And follow close the warrior king +Marching on his impetuous way +Fierce Ravan and his hosts to slay. +If I be guilty of offence, +Careless through love or negligence, +Let him his loyal slave forgive; +For error cleaves to all who live.” +Thus king Sugríva, good and brave, +In humble words his answer gave, +Softened was Lakshman's angry mood +Who thus his friendly speech renewed: +“My brother, Vanar King, will see +A champion and a friend in thee. +So strong art thou, so brave and bold, +So pure in thought, so humble-souled, +That thou deservest well to reign +And all a monarch's bliss to gain. +Lend thou my brother aid, and all +His foes beneath his arm will fall. +Full well the words thou speakest suit +A chieftain wise and resolute. +With grateful heart that loves the right, +And foot that never yields in fight. +O come, and my sad brother cheer +Who mourns the wife he holds so dear. +O pardon, friend, my harsh address, +And Rama's frantic bitterness.” +Canto XXXVII. The Gathering. +He ceased: and King Sugríva cried +To sage Hanúman642 by his side: +“Summon the Vanar legions, those +Who dwell about the Lord of Snows: +Those who in Vindhyan groves delight, +Kailasa's, or Mahendra's height, +Dwell on the Five bright Peaks, or where +Mandar's white summit cleaves the air: +Wherever they are wandring free +In highlands by the western sea, +On that east hill whence springs the sun, +Or where he sinks when day is done. +Call the great chiefs whose legions fill +The forests of the Lotus Hill,643 +Where every one in strength and size +With the stupendous Anjan644 vies. +Call those, with tints of burnished gold +Whom Mahaśaila's caverns hold: +Those who on Dhúmra roam, or hide +In the wild woods on Meru's side. +Call those who, brilliant as the sun, +On high Maharun leap and run, +Quaffing sweet juices that distil +From odorous trees upon the hill, +Call those whom tranquil haunts delight, +Where dwell the sage and anchorite +In groves that through their wide extent +Exhale a thousand blossoms' scent. +Send out, send out: from coast to coast +Assemble all the Vanar host: +With force, with words, with gifts of price +Compel, admonish and entice. +Already envoys have been sent +To warn them of their lord's intent. +Let others urged by thee repeat +My mandate that their steps be fleet. +Those lords who yielding to the sway +Of love's delight would fain delay, +Urge hither with the utmost speed, +Or with thee to my presence lead: +And those who linger to the last +Until ten days be come and passed, +And dare their sovereign to defy, +For their offence shall surely die. +Thousands, yea millions, shall there be, +Obedient to their king's decree, +The lions of the Vanar race, +Assembled from each distant place, +Forth shall they haste like hills in size, +Or mighty clouds that veil the skies, +And swiftly speeding on their way +Bring all our legions in array.” +[pg 369] +He ceased: the son of Vayu645 heard, +Submissive to his sovereign's word; +And sent his rapid envoys forth +To east and west and south and north. +They bent their airy course afar +Along the paths of bird and star, +And sped through ether farther yet +Where Vishnu's splendid sphere is set.646 +By sea, on hill, by wood and lake +They called to arms for Rama's sake, +As each with terror in his breast +Obeyed his awful king's behest. +Three million Vanars, fierce and strong +As Anjan's self, a wondrous throng +Sped from the spot where Rama still +Gazed restless from the woody hill. +Ten million others, brave and bold, +With coats that shone like burning gold, +Came flying from the mountain crest +Where sinks the weary sun to rest. +Impetuous from the northern skies, +Where Mount Kailasa's summits rise, +Ten hundred millions hasted, hued +Like manes of lions, ne'er subdued: +The dwellers on Himalaya's side, +Whose food his roots and fruit supplied, +With rangers of the Vindhyan chain +And neighbours of the Milky Main.647 +Some from the palm groves where they fed, +Some from the woods of betel sped: +In countless numbers, fierce and brave, +They came from mountain, lake, and cave. +As on their way the Vanars went +To rouse each distant armament, +They chanced that wondrous tree to view +That on Himalaya's summit grew. +Of old upon that sacred height +Was wrought Maheśvar's648 glorious rite, +Which every God in heaven beheld, +And his glad heart with triumph swelled. +There from pure seed at random sown +Bright plants with luscious fruit had grown, +And, sweet as Amrit to the taste, +The summit of the mountain graced. +Who once should eat the virtuous fruit +That sprang from so divine a root, +One whole revolving moon should be +From every pang of hunger free. +The Vanars culled the fruit they found +Ripe on the sacrificial ground +With rare celestial odours sweet, +To lay them at Sugríva's feet. +Those noble envoys scoured the land +To summon every Vanar band +Then swiftly homeward at the head +Of countless armaments they sped. +They gathered by Kishkindha's wall. +They thronged Sugríva's palace hall, +And, richly laden, bare within +That fruit of heavenly origin. +Their gifts before their king they spread, +And thus in tones of triumph said: +“Through every land our way we took +To visit hill and wood and brook, +And all thy hosts from east to west +Flock hither at their lord's behest.” +Sugríva with delighted look +The present of his envoys took, +Then bade them go, with gracious speech +Rewarding and dismissing each. +Canto XXXVIII. Sugríva's Departure. +Thus all the princely Vanars, true +To their appointed tasks, withdrew. +Sugríva deemed already done +The work he planned for Raghu's son. +Then Lakshman gently spoke and cheered +Sugríva for his valour feared: +“Now, chieftain, if thy will be so, +Forth from Kishkindha let us go.” +Sugríva's heart swelled high with pride +As to the prince he thus replied: +“Come, speed we forth without delay: +'Tis mine thy mandate to obey.” +Sugríva bade the dames adieu, +And Tara and the rest withdrew. +Then at their chieftain's summons came +The Vanars first in rank and fame, +A trusty brave and reverent band, +Meet e'en before a queen to stand. +They at his call made haste to bring +The litter of the glorious king. +“Mount, O my friend.” Sugríva cried, +And straight Sumitra's son complied. +Then took by Lakshman's side his place +The sovereign of the woodland race, +Upraised by Vanars, fleet and strong, +Who bore the glittering load along. +On high above his royal head +A paly canopy was spread, +And chouries white in many a hand +The forehead of the monarch fanned, +And shell and drum and song and shout +Pealed round him as the king passed out. +[pg 370] +About the monarch went a throng +Of Vanar warriors brave and strong, +As onward to the mountain shade +Where Rama dwelt his way he made. +Soon as the lovely spot he viewed +Where Rama lived in solitude, +The Vanar monarch, far-renowed, +With Lakshman, lightly stepped to ground, +And to the son of Raghu went +Joining his raised hands reverent. +As their great leader raised his hands, +So suppliant stood the Vanar bands. +Well pleased the son of Raghu saw +Those legions, hushed in reverent awe, +Stand silent like the tranquil floods +That raise their hands of lotus buds. +But Rama, when the king, to greet +His friend, had bowed him at his feet, +Raised him who ruled the Vanar race, +And held him in a close embrace: +Then, when his arms he had unknit, +Besought him by his side to sit, +And thus with gentle words the best +Of men the Vanar king addressed: +“The prince who well his days divides, +And knows aright the times and tides +To follow duty, joy, or gain, +He, only he, deserves to reign. +But he who wealth and virtue leaves, +And every hour to pleasure cleaves, +Falls from his bliss like him who wakes +From slumber on a branch that breaks. +True king is he who smites his foes, +And favour to his servants shows, +And of that fruit makes timely use +Which virtue, wealth, and joy produce. +The hour is come that bids thee rise +To aid me in my enterprise. +Then call thy nobles to debate, +And with their help deliberate.” +“Lost was my power,” the king replied, +“All strength had fled, all hope had died. +The Vanars owned another lord, +But by thy grace was all restored. +All this, O conqueror of the foe, +To thee and Lakshman's aid I owe. +And his should be the villain's shame +Who durst deny the sacred claim. +These Vanar chiefs of noblest birth +Have at my bidding roamed the earth, +And brought from distant regions all +Our legions at their monarch's call: +Fierce bears with monkey troops combined, +And apes of every varied kind, +Terrific in their forms, who dwell +In grove and wood and bosky dell: +The bright Gandharvas' brood, the seed +Of Gods,649 they change their shapes at need. +Each with his legions in array, +Hither, O Prince, they make their way. +They come: and tens of millions swell +To numbers that no tongue may tell.650 +For thee their armies will unite +With chiefs, Mahendra's peers in might. +From Meru and from Vindhya's chain +They come like clouds that bring the rain. +These round thee to the war will go, +To smite to earth thy demon foe; +Will slay the Rakshas and restore +Thy consort when the fight is o'er.” +Canto XXXIX. The Vanar Host. +Then Rama, best of all who guide +Their steps by duty, thus replied: +“What marvel if Lord Indra send +The kindly rain, O faithful friend? +If, thousand-rayed, the God of Day +Drive every darksome cloud away? +Or, rising high, the Lord of Night +Flood the broad heaven with silver light? +What marvel, King, that one like thee +The glory of his friends should be? +No marvel, O my lord, that thou +Hast shown thy noble nature now. +Thy heart, Sugríva, well I know: +Naught from thy lips but truth may flow, +With thee for friend and champion all +My foes beneath my arm will fall. +The Rakshas, when my queen he stole, +Brought sure destruction on his soul, +Like Anuhlada651 who beguiled +Queen Śachí called Puloma's child. +Yes, near, Sugríva, is the day +When I my demon foe shall slay, +As conquering Indra in his ire +Slew Queen Paulomí's haughty sire.”652 +[pg 371] +He ceased: thick clouds of dust rose high +To every quarter of the sky: +The very sun grew faint and pale +Behind the darkly-gathering veil. +The mighty clouds that hung o'erhead +From east to west thick darkness spread, +And earth to her foundations shook +With hill and forest, lake and brook. +Then hidden was the ground beneath +Fierce warriors armed with fearful teeth, +Hosts numberless, each lord in size +A match for him who rules the skies: +From many a sea and distant hill, +From rock and river, lake and rill. +Some like the morning sun were bright, +Some, like the moon, were silver white: +These green as lotus fibres, those +White-coated from their native snows.653 +Then Śatabali came in view +Girt by a countless retinue. +Like some gold mountain high in air +Tara's illustrious sire654 was there. +There Ruma`s father,655 far-renowned, +With tens of thousands ranged around. +There, tinted like the tender green +Of lotus filaments, was seen, +Compassed by countless legions, one +Whose face was as the morning sun, +Hanúman's father good and great, +Kesarí,656 wisest in debate. +There the proud king Gavaksha, feared +For his strong warrior arm, appeared. +There Dhúmra, mighty lord, the dread +Of foes, his ursine legions led. +There Panas, first for warlike fame, +With twenty million warriors came. +There glorious Níla, dark of hue, +Arrayed his countless troops in view. +There moved lord Gavaya brave and bold, +Resplendent like a hill of gold, +And near him Darímukha stood +With millions from the hill and wood +And Dwivid famed for strength and speed, +And Mamda, both of Aśvin seed. +There Gaja, strong and glorious, led +The countless troops around him spread, +And Jambavan657 the king whose sway +The bears delighted to obey, +With swarming myriads onward pressed +True to his lord Sugríva's hest; +And princely Ruman, dear to fame, +Led millions whom no hosts could tame, +All these and many a chief beside658 +Came onward fierce in warlike pride. +They covered all the plain, and still +Pressed forward over wood and hill. +In rows for many a league around +They rested on the grassy ground; +Or to Sugríva made their way, +Like clouds about the Lord of Day, +And to the king their proud heads bent +In power and might preeminent. +Sugríva then to Rama sped, +And raised his reverent hands, and said +That every chief from coast to coast +Was present with his warrior host. +Canto XL. The Army Of The East. +With practised eye the king reviewed +The Vanars' countless multitude, +And, joying that his hest was done, +Thus spake to Raghu's mighty son: +“See, all the Vanar hosts who fear +My sovereign might are gathered here. +Chiefs strong as Indra's self, who speed +Wher'er they list, these armies lead. +Fierce and terrific to the view +As Daityas or the Danav659 crew, +[pg 372] +Famed in all lands for souls afire +With lofty thoughts, they never tire, +O'er hill and vale they wander free, +And islets of the distant sea. +And these gathered myriads, all +Will serve thee, Rama, at thy call. +Whate'er thy heart advises, say: +Thy mandates will the host obey.” +Then answered Rama, as he pressed +The Vanar monarch to his breast: +“O search for my lost Síta, strive +To find her if she still survive: +And in thy wondrous wisdom trace +Fierce Ravan to his dwelling-place. +And when by toil and search we know +Where Síta lies and where the foe, +With thee, dear friend, will I devise +Fit means to end the enterprise. +Not mine, not Lakshman's is the power +To guide us in the doubtful hour. +Thou, sovereign of the Vanars, thou +Must be our hope and leader now.” +He ceased: at King Sugríva's call +Near came a Vanar strong and tall. +Huge as a towering mountain, loud +As some tremendous thunder cloud, +A prince who warlike legions led: +To him his sovereign turned and said: +“Go, take ten thousand660 of our race +Well trained in lore of time and place, +And search the eastern region; through +Groves, woods, and hills thy way pursue. +There seek for Síta, trace the spot +Where Ravan hides, and weary not. +Search for the captive in the caves +Of mountains, and by woods and waves. +To Sarjú,661 Kauśikí,662 repair, +Bhagírath's daughter663 fresh and fair. +Search mighty Yamun's664 peak, explore +Swift Yamuna's665 delightful shore, +Sarasvati666 and Sindhu's667 tide, +And rapid Śona's668 pebbly side. +Then roam afar by Mahí's669 bed +Where Kalamahí's groves are spread. +Go where the silken tissue shines, +Go to the land of silver mines.670 +Visit each isle and mountain steep +And city circled by the deep, +And distant villages that high +About the peaks of Mandar lie. +Speed over Yavadwipa's land,671 +And see Mount Śiśir672 proudly stand +Uplifting to the skies his head +By Gods and Danavs visited. +Search each ravine and mountain pass, +Each tangled thicket deep in grass. +Search every cave with utmost care +If haply Rama's queen be there. +Then pass beyond the sounding sea +Where heavenly beings wander free, +And Śona's673 waters swift and strong +With ruddy billows foam along. +Search where his shelving banks descend, +Search where the hanging woods extend. +Try if the pathless thickets screen +The robber and the captive queen. +Search where the torrent floods that rend +The mountain to the plains descend: +Search dark abysses where they rave, +Search mountain slope and wood and cave +Then on with rapid feet and gain +The inlands of the fearful main +Where, tortured by the tempest's lash, +Against rude rocks the billows dash: +An ocean like a sable cloud, +Whose margent monstrous serpents crowd: +[pg 373] +An ocean rising with a roar +To beat upon an iron shore. +On, onward still! your feet shall tread +Shores of the sea whose waves are red, +Where spreading wide your eyes shall see +The guilt-tormenting cotton tree674 +And the wild spot where Garuḍ675 dwells +Which gems adorn and ocean shells, +High as Kailasa, nobly decked, +Wrought by the heavenly architect.676 +Huge giants named Mandehas677 there +In each foul shape they love to wear, +Numbing the soul with terror's chill, +Hang from the summit of the hill. +When darts the sun his earliest beam +They plunge them in the ocean stream, +New vigour from his rays obtain, +And hang upon the rocks again. +Speed onward still: your steps shall be +At length beside the Milky Sea +Whose every ripple as it curls +Gleams glorious with its wealth of pearls. +Amid that sea like pale clouds spread +The white Mount Rishabh678 rears his head. +About the mountain's glorious waist +Woods redolent of bloom are braced. +A lake where lotuses unfold +Their silver buds with threads of gold, +Sudarśan ever bright and fair +Where white swans sport, lies gleaming there, +The wandering Kinnar's679 dear resort, +Where heavenly nymphs and Yakshas680 sport. +On! leave the Milky Sea behind: +Another flood your search shall find, +A waste of waters, wild and drear, +That chills each living heart with fear. +There see the horse's awful head, +Wrath-born, that flames in Ocean's bed.681 +There rises up a fearful cry +From the sea things that move thereby, +When, helpless, powerless for flight, +They gaze upon the horrid sight. +Past to the northern shore, and then +Beyond the flood three leagues and ten +Your wondering glances will behold +Mount Jatarúpa682 bright with gold. +There like the young moon pale of hue +The monstrous serpent683 will ye view, +The earth's supporter, whose bright eyes +Resemble lotus leaves in size. +He rests upon the mountain's brow, +And all the Gods before him bow. +Ananta with a thousand heads +His length in robes of azure spreads. +A triple-headed palm of gold— +Meet standard for the lofty-souled— +Springs towering from the mountain's crest +Beneath whose shade he loves to rest, +So that in eastern realms each God +May use it as a measuring-rod. +Beyond, with burning gold aglow, +The eastern steep his peaks will show, +Which in unrivalled glory rise +A hundred leagues to pierce the skies, +And all the neighbouring air is bright +With golden trees that clothe the height. +A lofty peak uprises there +Ten leagues in height and one league square +Saumanas, wrought of glistering gold, +Ne'er to be loosened from its hold. +There his first step Lord Vishnu placed +When through the universe he paced, +And with his second lightly pressed +The loftiest peak of Meru's crest. +When north of Jambudwíp684 the sun +[pg 374] +A portion of his course has run, +And hangs above this mountain height, +Then creatures see the genial light. +Vaikhanases,685 saints far renowned, +And Balakhilyas686 love the ground +Where in their glory half divine, +Touched by the morning glow, they shine +The light that flashes from that steep +Illumines all Sudarśandwíp,687 +And on each creature, as it glows, +The sight and strength of life bestows. +Search well that mountain's woody side +If Ravan there his captive hide. +The rising sun, the golden hill +The air with growing splendours fill, +Till flashes from the east the red +Of morning with the light they shed. +This, where the sun begins his state, +Is earth and heaven's most eastern gate. +Through all the mountain forest seek +By waterfall and cave and peak. +Search every nook and bosky dell, +If Ravan there with Síta dwell. +There, Vanars, there your steps must stay: +No farther eastward can ye stray. +Beyond no sun, no moon gives light, +But all is sunk in endless night. +Thus far, O Vanar lords, may you +O'er sea and land your search pursue. +But wild and dark and known to none +Is the drear space beyond the sun. +That mountain whence the sun ascends +Your long and weary journey ends.688 +Now go, and in a month return, +And let success my praises earn. +He who beyond tho month shall stay +Will with his life the forfeit pay.” +Canto XLI. The Army Of The South. +He gathered next a chosen band +For service in the southern land. +He summoned Níla son of Fire, +And, offspring of the eternal Sire, +Jambavan bold and strong and tall, +And Hanuman, the best of all, +And many a valiant lord beside,689 +With Angad for their chief and guide. +“Go forth,” he cried, “with all this host +Exploring to the southern coast: +The thousand peaks that Vindhya shows +Where every tree and creeper grows: +Where Narmada's690 sweet waters run, +And serpents bask them in the sun: +Where Krishnavení's691 currents flee, +And sparkles fair Godavarí.692 +Through Mekhal693 pass and Utkal's694 land: +Go where Daśarna's695 cities stand. +Avantí696 seek, of high renown, +And Abravanti's697 glorious town. +Search every hill and brook and cave +Where Danḍak's woods their branches wave +Ayomukh's698 woody hill explore +Whose sides are bright with richest ore, +Lifting his glorious head on high +From bloomy groves that round him lie. +[pg 375] +Search well his forests where the breeze +Blows fragrant from the sandal trees. +Then will you see Kaverí's699 stream +Whose pleasant waters glance and gleam, +And to the lovely banks entice +The sportive maids of Paradise. +High on the top of Malaya's700 hill, +In holy musing, calm and still, +Sits, radiant as the Lord of Light, +Agastya,701 noblest anchorite. +Soon as that lofty-thoughted lord +His high permission shall accord, +Pass Tamraparní's702 flood whose isles +Are loved by basking crocodiles. +The sandal woods that fringe her side +Those islets and her waters hide; +While, like an amorous matron, she +Speeds to her own dear lord the sea. +Thence hasting on your way behold +The Panḍyas'703 gates of pearl and gold. +Then, with your task maturely planned, +On ocean's shore your feet will stand. +Where, by Agastya's high decree, +Mahendra,704 planted in the sea, +With tinted peaks against the tide +Rises in solitary pride, +And glorious in his golden glow +Spurns back the waves that beat below. +Fair mountain, bright with creepers' bloom +And every tint that trees assume, +Where Yaksha, God, and heavenly maid +Meet wandering in the lovely shade, +At changing moon and solemn tide +By Indra's presence glorified. +One hundred leagues in fair extent +An island705 fronts the continent: +No man may tread its glittering shore, +With utmost heed that isle explore, +For the fair country owns the sway +Of Ravan whom we burn to slay. +A mighty monster stands to keep +The passage of the southern deep. +Lifting her awful arms on high +She grasps e'en shadows as they fly. +Speed through that isle, and onward still +Where in mid sea the Flowery Hill706 +Raises on high his bloomy head +By saints and angels visited. +There, with a hundred gleaming peaks +Bright as the sun, the sky he seeks, +One glorious peak the Lord of Day +Gilds ever with his loving ray; +Thereon ne'er yet the glances fell +Of thankless wretch or infidel. +Bow to that hill in reverence due, +And then once more your search pursue. +Beyond that glorious mountain hie, +And Súryavan,707 proud hill is nigh. +Your rapid course yet farther bend +Where Vaidyut's708 airy peaks ascend. +There trees of noblest sort, profuse +Of wealth, their kindly gifts produce. +Their precious fruits, O Vanars, taste, +The honey sip, and onward haste. +Next will ye see Mount Kunjar rise, +Who cheers with beauty hearts and eyes. +There is Agastya's709 mansion, decked +By heaven's all moulding architect. +Near Bhogavatí710 stands, the place +Where dwell the hosts of serpent race: +A broad-wayed city, walled and barred, +Which watchful legions keep and guard, +The fiercest of the serpent youth, +Each awful for his venomed tooth: +And throned in his imperial hall +Is Vasuki711 who rules them all. +Explore the serpent city well, +Search town and tower and citadel, +And scan each field and wood that lies +Around it, with your watchful eyes. +Beyond that spot your way pursue: +A noble mountain shall ye view, +Named Rishabh, like a mighty bull, +With gems made bright and beautiful. +[pg 376] +All trees of sandal flourish there +Of heavenly fragrance, rich and rare. +But, though they tempt your longing eyes, +Avoid to touch them, and be wise. +For Rohitas, a guardian band +Of fierce Gandharvas, round them stand, +Who five bright sovereign lords712 obey, +In glory like the God of Day. +Here by good deeds a home is won +With shapes like fire, the moon, the sun. +Here they who merit heaven by worth +Dwell on the confines of the earth. +There stay: beyond it, dark and drear, +Lies the departed spirits' sphere, +And, girt with darkness, far from bliss, +Is Yama's sad metropolis.713 +So far, my lords, o'er land and sea +Your destined course is plain and free. +Beyond your steps you may not set, +Where living thing ne'er journeyed yet. +With utmost care these realms survey, +And all you meet upon the way. +And, when the lady's course is traced, +Back to your king, O Vanars, haste. +And he who tells me he has seen. +After long search, the Maithil queen, +Shall gain a noble guerdon: he +In power and bliss shall equal me. +Dear as my very life, above +His fellows in his master's love; +I call him, yea though stained with crime. +My kinsman from that happy time.” +Canto XLII. The Army Of The West. +Then to Sushen Sugríva bent, +And thus addressed him reverent: +“Two hundred thousand of our best +With thee, my lord, shall seek the west. +Explore Surashṭra's714] distant plain, +Explore Vahlíka's715 wild domain, +And all the pleasant brooks that flee +Through mountains to the western sea. +Search clustering groves on mountain heights, +And woods the home of anchorites. +Search where the breezy hills are high, +Search where the desert regions lie. +Search all the western land beset +With woody mountains like a net. +The country`s farthest limit reach, +And stand upon the ocean beach. +There wander through the groves of palm +Where the soft air is full of balm. +Through grassy dell and dark ravine +Seek Ravan and the Maithil queen. +Go visit Somagiri's716 steep +Where Sindhu717 mingles with the deep. +There lions, borne on swift wings, roam +The levels of their mountain home, +And elephants and monsters bear, +Caught from the ocean, to their lair. +You Vanars, changing forms at will, +With rapid search must scour the hill, +And his sky-kissing peak of gold +Where loveliest trees their blooms unfold. +There golden-peaked, ablaze with light, +Uprises Pariyatra's718 height +Where wild Gandharvas, fierce and fell, +In bands of countless myriads dwell. +Pluck ye no fruit within the wood; +Beware the impious neighbourhood, +Where, very mighty, strong, and hard +To overcome, the fruit they guard. +Yet search for Janak's daughter still, +For Vanars there need fear no ill. +Near, bright as turkis, Vajra719 named, +There stands a hill of diamond framed. +Soaring a hundred leagues in pride, +With trees and creepers glorified. +Search there each cave and dark abyss +By waterfall and precipice. +Far in that sea the wild waves beat +On Chakravan's720 firm-rooted feet. +Where the great discus,721 thousand rayed, +By Vísvakarma's722 art was made. +When Panchajan723 the fiend was slain. +And Hayagríva,724 fierce in vain, +[pg 377] +Thence taking shell and discus went +Lord Vishnu, God preëminent. +On! sixty thousand hills of gold +With wondering eyes shall ye behold, +Where in his glory every one +Is brilliant as the morning sun. +Full in the midst King Meru,725 best +Of mountains, lifts his lofty crest, +On whom of yore, as all have heard, +The sun well-pleased this boon conferred: +“On thee, O King, on thee and thine +Light, day and night, shall ever shine. +Gandharvas, Gods who love thee well +And on thy sacred summits dwell, +Undimmed in lustre, bright and fair, +The golden sheen shall ever share.” +The Viśvas,726 Vasus,727 they who ride +The tempest,728 every God beside, +Draw nigh to Meru's lofty crest +When evening darkens in the west, +And to the parting Lord of Day +The homage of their worship pay, +Ere yet a while, unseen of all, +Behind Mount Asta's729 peaks he fall. +Wrought by the heavenly artist's care +A glorious palace glitters there, +And round about it sweet birds sing +Where the gay trees are blossoming: +The home of Varun730 high-souled lord, +Wrist-girded with his deadly cord.731 +With ten tall stems, a palm between +Meru and Asta's hill is seen: +Pure silver from the base it springs, +And far and wide its lustre flings. +Seek Ravan and the dame by brook, +In pathless glen, in leafy nook +On Meru's crest a hermit lives +Bright with the light that penance gives: +Savarni732 is he named, renowned +As Brahma's peer, with glory crowned. +There bowing down in reverence speak +And ask him of the dame you seek. +Thus far the splendid Lord of Day +Pursues through heaven his ceaseless way, +Shedding on every spot his light; +Then sinks behind Mount Asta's height, +Thus far advance: the sunless sea +Beyond is all unknown to me. +Sushen of mighty arm, long tried +In peril, shall your legions guide. +Receive his words with high respect, +And ne'er his lightest wish neglect. +He is my consort's sire, and hence +Deserves the utmost reverence.” +Canto XLIII. The Army Of The North. +Forth went the legions of the west: +And wise Sugríva addressed +Śatabal, summoned from the crowd. +To whom the sovereign cried aloud: +“Go forth, O Vanar chief, go forth, +Explore the regions of the north. +Thy host a hundred thousand be, +And Yama's sons733 attend on thee. +With dauntless courage, strength, and skill +Search every river, wood, and hill. +Through every land in order go +Right onward to the Hills of Snow. +Search mid the peaks that shine afar, +In woods of Lodh and Deodar.734 +Search if with Janak's daughter, screened +By sheltering rocks, there lie the fiend. +[pg 378] +The holy grounds of Soma tread +By Gods and minstrels visited. +Reach Kala's mount, and flats that lie +Among the peaks that tower on high. +Then leave that hill that gleams with ore, +And fair Sudarśan's heights explore. +Then on to Devasakha735 hie, +Loved by the children of the sky. +A dreary land you then will see +Without a hill or brook or tree, +A hundred leagues, bare, wild, and dread +In lifeless desolation, spread. +Pursue your onward way, and haste +Through the dire horrors of the waste +Until triumphant with delight +You reach Kailasa's glittering height. +There stands a palace decked with gold, +For King Kuvera736 wrought of old, +A home the heavenly artist planned +And fashioned with his cunning hand. +There lotuses adorn the flood +With full-blown flower and opening bud +Where swans and mallards float, and gay +Apsarases737 come down to play. +There King Vaiśravan's738 self, the lord +By all the universe adored, +Who golden gifts to mortals sends, +Lives with the Guhyakas739 his friends. +Search every cavern in the steep, +And green glens where the moonbeams sleep, +If haply in that distant ground +The robber and the dame be found. +Then on to Krauncha's hill,740 and through +His fearful pass your way pursue: +Though dark and terrible the vale +Your wonted courage must not fail. +There through abyss and cavern seek, +On lofty ridge, and mountain peak, +On, on! pursue your journey still +By valley, lake, and towering hill. +Reach the North Kurus' land, where rest +The holy spirits of the blest: +Where golden buds of lilies gleam +Resplendent on the silver stream, +And leaves of azure turkis throw +Soft splendour on the waves below. +Bright as the sun at early morn +Fair pools that happy clime adorn, +Where shine the loveliest flowers on stems +Of crystal and all valued gems. +Blue lotuses through all the land +The glories of their blooms expand, +And the resplendent earth is strown +With peerless pearl and precious stone. +There stately trees can scarce uphold +The burthen of their fruits of gold, +And ever flaunt their gay attire +Of flower and leaf like flames of fire. +All there sweet lives untroubled spend +In bliss and joy that know not end, +While pearl-decked maidens laugh, or sing +To music of the silvery string.741 +Still on your forward journey keep, +And rest you by the northern deep, +Where springing from the billows high +Mount Somagiri742 seeks the sky, +And lightens with perpetual glow +The sunless realm that lies below. +There, present through all life's extent, +Dwells Brahma Lord preëminent, +And round the great God, manifest +In Rudra743 forms high sages rest. +Then turn, O Vanars: search no more, +Nor tempt the sunless, boundless shore.” +Canto XLIV. The Ring. +But special counselling he gave +To Hanuman the wise and brave: +[pg 379] +To him on whom his soul relied, +With friendly words the monarch cried: +“O best of Vanars, naught can stay +By land or sea thy rapid way, +Who through the air thy flight canst bend, +And to the Immortals' home ascend. +All realms, I ween, are known to thee +With every mountain, lake, and sea. +In strength and speed which naught can tire +Thou, worthy rival of thy sire +The mighty monarch of the wind, +Where'er thou wilt a way canst find. +Exert thy power, O swift and strong, +Bring back the lady lost so long, +For time and place, O thou most wise, +Lie open to thy searching eyes.” +When Rama heard that special hest +To Hanuman above the rest, +He from the monarch's favour drew +Hope of success and trust anew +That he on whom his lord relied, +In toil and peril trained and tried, +Would to a happy issue bring +The task commanded by the king. +He gave the ring that bore his name, +A token for the captive dame, +That the sad lady in her woe +The missive of her lord might know. +“This ring,” he said, “my wife will see, +Nor fear an envoy sent by me. +Thy valour and thy skill combined, +Thy resolute and vigorous mind, +And King Sugríva's high behest, +With joyful hopes inspire my breast.” +Canto XLV. The Departure. +Away, away the Vanars sped +Like locusts o'er the land outspread. +To northern realms where rising high +The King of Mountains cleaves the sky, +Fierce Śatabal with vast array +Of Vanar warriors led the way. +Far southward, as his lord decreed, +Wise Hanuman, the Wind-God's seed, +With Angad his swift way pursued, +And Tara's warlike multitude, +Strong Vinata with all his band +Betook him to the eastern land, +And brave Sushen in eager quest +Sped swiftly to the gloomy west. +Each Vanar chieftain sought with speed +The quarter by his king decreed, +While from his legions rose on high +The shout and boast and battle cry: +“We will restore the dame and beat +The robber down beneath our feet. +My arm alone shall win the day +From Ravan met in single fray, +Shall rob the robber of his life, +And rescue Rama's captive wife +All trembling in her fear and woe. +Here, comrades, rest: no farther go: +For I will vanquish hell, and she +Shall by this arm again be free. +The rooted mountains will I rend, +The mightiest trees will break and bend, +Earth to her deep foundations cleave, +And make the calm sea throb and heave. +A hundred leagues from steep to steep +In desperate bound my feet shall leap. +My steps shall tread unchecked and free, +Through woods, o'er land and hill and sea, +Range as they list from flood to fell, +And wander through the depths of hell.” +Canto XLVI. Sugríva's Tale. +“How, King,” cried Rama, “didst thou gain +Thy lore of sea and hill and plain?” +“I told thee how,” Sugríva said, +“From Bali's arm Mayaví fled744 +To Malaya's hill, and strove to save +His life by hiding in the cave. +I told how Bali sought, to kill +His foe, the hollow of the hill; +Nor need I, King, again unfold +The wondrous tale already told. +Then, wandering forth, my way I took +By many a town and wood and brook. +I roamed the earth from place to place, +Till, like a mirror's polished face, +The whole broad disk, that lies between +Its farthest bounds, mine eyes had seen. +I wandered first to eastern skies +Where fairest trees rejoiced mine eyes, +And many a cave and wooded hill +Where lilies robed the lake and rill. +There metal dyes that hill745 adorn +Whence springs the sun to light the morn. +There, too, I viewed the Milky sea, +Where nymphs of heaven delight to be. +Then to the south I made my way +From regions of the rising day, +And roamed o'er Vindhya, where the breeze +Is odorous of sandal trees. +Still in my fear I found no rest: +I sought the regions of the west, +And gazed on Asta,746 where the sun +[pg 380] +Sinks when his daily course is run. +Then from that noblest hill I fled +And to the northern country sped, +Saw Himavan,747 and Meru's steep, +And stood beside the northern deep. +But when, by Bali's might oppressed, +E'en in those wilds I could not rest, +Came Hanuman the wise and brave, +And thus his prudent counsel gave: +“'I told thee how Matanga748 cursed +Thy tyrant, that his head should burst +In pieces, should he dare invade +The precincts of that tranquil shade. +There may we dwell in peace and be +From thy oppressor's malice free.” +We went to Rishyamúka's hill, +And spent our days secure from ill +Where, with that curse upon his head, +The cruel Bali durst not tread.” +Canto XLVII. The Return. +Thus forth in quest of Síta went +The legions King Sugríva sent. +To many a distant town they hied +By many a lake and river's side. +As their great sovereign's order taught, +Through valleys, plains, and groves they sought. +They toiled unresting through the day: +At night upon the ground they lay +Where the tall trees, whose branches swayed +Beneath their fruit, gave pleasant shade. +Then, when a weary month was spent, +Back to Praśravan's hill they went, +And stood with faces of despair +Before their king Sugríva there. +Thus, having wandered through the east, +Great Vinata his labours ceased, +And weary of the fruitless pain +Returned to meet the king again, +Brave Śatabali to the north +Had led his Vanar legions forth. +Now to Sugríva he sped +With all his host dispirited. +Sushen the western realms had sought, +And homeward now his legions brought. +All to Sugríva came, where still +He sat with Rama on the hill. +Before their sovereign humbly bent +And thus addressed him reverent: +“On every hill our steps have been, +By wood and cave and deep ravine; +And all the wandering brooks we know +Throughout the land that seaward flow, +Our feet by thy command have traced +The tangled thicket and the waste, +And dens and dingles hard to pass +for creeping plants and matted grass. +Well have we searched with toil and pain, +And monstrous creatures have we slain +But Hanuman of noblest mind +The Maithil lady yet will find; +For to his quarter of the sky749 +The robber fiend was seen to fly.” +Canto XLVIII. The Asur's Death. +But Hanuman still onward pressed +With Tara, Angad, and the rest, +Through Vindhya's pathless glens he sped +And left no spot unvisited. +He gazed from every mountain height, +He sought each cavern dark as night, +And wandered through the bloomy shade +By pool and river and cascade, +But, though they sought in every place, +Of Síta yet they found no trace. +On fruit and woodland berries fed +Through many a lonely wild they sped, +And reached at last, untouched by fear, +A desert terrible and drear: +A fruitless waste, a land of gloom +Where trees were bare of leaf and bloom, +Where every scanty stream was dried, +And niggard earth her roots denied. +No elephants through all the ground, +No buffaloes or deer are found. +There roams no tiger, pard, or bear, +No creature of the wood is there. +No bird displays his glittering wings, +No tree, no shrub, no creeper springs. +There rise no lilies from the flood, +Resplendent with their flower and bud, +Where the delighted bees may throng +About the fragrance with their song. +There lived a hermit Kandu named, +For truth and wealth of penance famed. +Whom fervent zeal and holy rite +Had dowered with all-surpassing might. +His little son, a ten year child— +So chanced it—perished in the wild. +His death with fury stirred the sage, +Who cursed the forest in his rage, +Doomed from that hour to shelter none, +A waste for bird and beast to shun. +[pg 381] +They searched by every forest edge, +They searched each cave and mountain ledge, +And thickets whence the water fell +Wandering through the tangled dell. +Striving to do Sugríva's will +They roamed along each leafy rill. +But vain were all endeavours, vain +The careful search, the toil and pain. +Through one dark grove they scarce could wind, +So thick were creepers intertwined. +There as they struggled through the wood +Before their eyes an Asur750 stood. +High as a towering hill, his pride +The very Gods in heaven defied. +When on the fiend their glances fell +Each braced him for the combat well. +The demon raised his arm on high, +And rushed upon them with a cry. +Him Angad smote,—for, sure, he thought +This was the fiend they long had sought. +From his huge mouth by Angad felled, +The blood in rushing torrents welled, +As, like a mountain from his base +Uptorn, he dropped upon his face. +Thus fell the mighty fiend: and they +Through the thick wood pursued their way; +Then, weary with the toil, reclined +Where leafy boughs to shade them twined. +Canto XLIX. Angad's Speech. +Then Angad spake: “We Vanars well +Have searched each valley, cave, and dell, +And hill, and brook, and dark recess, +And tangled wood, and wilderness. +But all in vain: no eye has seen +The robber or the Maithil queen. +A dreary time has passed away, +And stern is he we all obey. +Come, cast your grief and sloth aside: +Again be every effort tried; +So haply may our toil attain +The sweet success that follows pain. +Laborious effort, toil, and skill, +The firm resolve, the constant will +Secure at last the ends we seek: +Hence, O my friends, I boldly speak. +Once more then, noble hearts, once more +Let us to-day this wood explore, +And, languor and despair subdued, +Purchase success with toil renewed. +Sugríva is a king austere, +And Rama's wrath we needs must fear. +Come, Vanars, ye think it wise, +And do the thing that I advise.” +Then Gandhamadan thus replied +With lips that toil and thirst had dried; +“Obey his words, for wise and true +Is all that he has counselled you. +Come, let your hosts their toil renew +And search each grove and desert through, +Each towering hill and forest glade. +By lake and brook and white cascade, +Till every spot, as our great lord +Commanded, be again explored.” +Uprose the Vanars one and all, +Obedient to the chieftain's call, +And over the southern region sped +Where Vindhya's tangled forests spread. +They clomb that hill that towers on high +Like a huge cloud in autumn's sky, +Where many a cavern yawns, and streaks +Of radiant silver deck the peaks. +In eager search they wandered through +The forests where the Lodh trees grew, +Where the dark leaves were thick and green, +But found not Rama's darling queen. +Then faint with toil, their hearts depressed, +Descending from the mountain's crest, +Their weary limbs a while to ease +They lay beneath the spreading trees. +Canto L. The Enchanted Cave. +Angad and Tara by his side, +Again rose Hanuman and tried +Each mountain cavern, dark and deep, +And stony pass and wooded steep, +The lion's and the tiger's home, +By rushing torrents white with foam. +Then with new ardour, south and west, +O'er Vindhya's height the search they pressed. +The day prescribed was near and they +Still wandered on their weary way. +They reached the southern land beset +With woody mountains like a net. +At length a mighty cave they spied +That opened in a mountain's side. +Where many a verdant creeper grew +And o'er the mouth its tendrils threw. +Thence issued crane, and swan, and drake, +And trooping birds that love the lake. +The Vanars rushed within to cool +Their fevered lips in spring or pool. +Vast was the cavern dark and dread, +Where not a ray of light was shed; +Yet not the more their eyesight failed, +[pg 382] +Their courage sank or valour quailed. +On through the gloom the Vanars pressed +With hunger, thirst, and toil distressed, +Poor helpless wanderers, sad, forlorn, +With wasted faces wan and worn. +At length, when life seemed lost for aye, +They saw a splendour as of day, +A wondrous forest, fair and bright, +Where golden trees shot flamy light. +And lotus-covered pools were there +With pleasant waters fresh and fair, +And streams their rippling currents rolled +By seats of silver and of gold. +Fair houses reared their stately height +Of burnished gold and lazulite, +And glorious was the lustre thrown +Through lattices of precious stone. +And there were flowers and fruit on stems +Of coral decked with rarest gems, +And emerald leaves on silver trees, +And honeycomb and golden bees. +Then as the Vanars nearer drew, +A holy woman met their view, +Around her form was duly tied +A garment of the blackdeer's hide.751 +Pure votaress she shone with light +Of fervent zeal and holy rite. +Then Hanuman before the rest +With reverent words the dame addressed: +“Who art thou? say: and who is lord +Of this vast cave with treasures stored?” +Canto LI. Svayamprabha. +“Assailed by thirst and hunger, dame, +Within a gloomy vault we came. +We saw the cavern opening wide, +And straight within its depths we hied. +But utterly amazed are we +At all the marvels that we see. +Whose are the golden trees that gleam +With splendour like the morning's beam? +These cates of noblest sort? these roots? +This wondrous store of rarest fruits? +Whose are these calm and cool retreats, +These silver homes and golden seats, +And lattices of precious stones? +Who is the happy lord that owns +The golden trees, of rarest scent, +Neath loads of fruit and blossom bent? +Who, strong in holy zeal, had power +To deck the streams with richest dower, +And bade the lilies bright with gold +The glory of their blooms unfold, +Where fish in living gold below +The sheen of changing colours show? +Thine is the holy power, I ween, +That beautified the wondrous scene; +But if another's, lady, deign +To tell us, and the whole explain.” +To him the lady of the cave +In words like these her answer gave: +“Skilled Maya framed in days of old +This magic wood of growing gold. +The chief artificer in place +Was he of all the Danav race. +He, for his wise enchantments famed, +This glorious dwelling planned and framed +He for a thousand years endured +The sternest penance, and secured +From Brahma of all boons the best, +The knowledge Uśanas752 possessed. +Lord, by that boon, of all his will, +He fashioned all with perfect skill; +And, with his blissful state content, +In this vast grove a season spent. +By Indra's jealous bolt he fell +For loving Hema's753 charms too well. +And Brahma on that nymph bestowed +The treasures of this fair abode, +Wherein her tranquil days to spend +In happiness that ne'er may end. +Sprung of a lineage old and high, +Merusavarni's754 daughter, I +Guard ever for that heavenly dame +This home, Svayamprabha755 my name,— +For I have loved the lady long, +So skilled in arts of dance and song. +But say what cause your steps has led +The mazes of this grove to tread. +[pg 383] +How, strangers did ye chance to spy +The wood concealed from wanderer's eye? +Tell clearly why ye come: but first +Eat of this fruit and quench your thirst.” +Canto LII. The Exit. +“Rama,” he cried, “a prince whose sway +All peoples of the earth obey, +To Danḍak's tangled forest came +With his brave brother and his dame. +From that dark shade of forest boughs +The giant Ravan stole his spouse. +Our king Sugríva's orders send +These Vanars forth to aid his friend, +That so the lady be restored +Uninjured to her sorrowing lord. +With Angad and the rest, this band +Has wandered through the southern land, +With careful search in every place +The lady and the fiend to trace. +We roamed the southern region o'er, +And stood upon the ocean's shore. +By hunger pressed our strength gave way; +Beneath the spreading trees we lay, +And cried, worn out with toil and woe, +“No farther, comrades, can we go.” +Then as our sad eyes looked around +We spied an opening in the ground, +Where all was gloomy dark behind +The creeping plants that o'er it twined. +Forth trooping from the dark-recess +Came swans and mallards numberless, +With drops upon their shining wings +As newly bathed where water springs. +“On, comrades, to the cave,” I cried +And all within the portal hied. +Each clasping fast another's hand +Far onward pressed the Vanar band; +And still, as thirst and hunger drove, +We traced the mazes of the grove. +Here thou with hospitable care +Hast fed us with the noblest fare, +Preserving us, about to die, +With this thy plentiful supply. +But how, O pious lady, say, +May we thy gracious boon repay?” +He ceased: the ascetic dame replied: +“Well, Vanars, am I satisfied. +A life of holy works I lead, +And from your hands no service need.” +Then spake again the Vanar chief: +“We came to thee and found relief. +Now listen to a new distress, +And aid us, holy votaress. +Our wanderings in this vasty cave +Exhaust the time Sugríva gave. +Once more then, lady, grant release, +And let thy suppliants go in peace +Again upon their errand sped, +For King Sugríva's ire we dread. +And the great task our sovereign set, +Alas, is unaccomplished yet.” +Thus Hanuman their leader prayed, +And thus the dame her answer made: +“Scarce may the living find their way +Returning hence to light of day; +But I will free you through the might +Of penance, fast, and holy rite. +Close for a while your eyes, or ne'er +May you return to upper air.” +She ceased: the Vanars all obeyed; +Their fingers on their eyes they laid, +And, ere a moment's time had fled, +Were through the mazy cavern led. +Again the gracious lady spoke, +And joy in every bosom woke: +“Lo, here again is Vindhya's hill, +Whose valleys trees and creepers fill; +And, by the margin of the sea, +Praśravan where you fain would be.” +With blessings then she bade adieu, +And swift within the cave withdrew. +Canto LIII. Angad's Counsel. +They looked upon the boundless main +The awful seat of Varun's reign. +And heard his waters roar and rave +Terrific with each crested wave. +Then, in the depths of sorrow drowned, +They sat upon the bosky ground, +And sadly, as they pondered, grieved +For days gone by and naught achieved. +Pain pierced them through with sharper sting +When, gazing on the trees of spring, +They saw each waving bough that showed +The treasures of its glorious load, +And helpless, fainting with the weight +Of woe they sank disconsolate. +Then, lion-shouldered, stout and strong, +The noblest of the Vanar throng, +Angad the prince imperial rose, +And, deeply stricken by the woes +That his impetuous spirit broke, +Thus gently to the chieftains spoke: +“Mark ye not, Vanars, that the day +Our monarch fixed has passed away? +The month is lost in toil and pain, +And now, my friends, what hopes remain? +On you, in lore of counsel tried, +Our king Sugríva most relied. +Your hearts, with strong affection fraught, +[pg 384] +His weal in every labour sought, +And the true valour of your band +Was blazoned wide in every land. +Forth on the toilsome search you sped, +By me—for so he willed it—led, +To us, of every hope bereft, +Death is the only refuge left. +For none a happy life may see +Who fails to do our king's decree. +Come, let us all from food abstain, +And perish thus, since hope is vain. +Stern is our king and swift to ire, +Imperious, proud, and fierce like fire, +And ne'er will pardon us the crime +Of fruitless search and wasted time. +Far better thus to end our lives, +And leave our wealth, our homes and wives, +Leave our dear little ones and all, +Than by his vengeful hand to fall. +Think not Sugríva's wrath will spare +Me Bali's son, imperial heir: +For Raghu's royal son, not he, +To this high place anointed me. +Sugríva, long my bitter foe, +With eager hand will strike the blow, +And, mindful of the old offence, +Will slay me now for negligence, +Nor will my pitying friends have power +To save me in the deadly hour. +No—here, O chieftains, will I lie +By ocean's marge, and fast and die.” +They heard the royal prince declare +The purpose of his fixt despair; +And all, by common terror moved, +His speech in these sad words approved: +“Sugríva's heart is hard and stern, +And Rama's thoughts for Síta yearn. +Our forfeit lives will surely pay +For idle search and long delay, +And our fierce king will bid us die +The favour of his friend to buy.” +Then Tara softly spake to cheer +The Vanars' hearts oppressed by fear: +“Despair no more, your doubts dispel: +Come in this ample cavern dwell. +There may we live in blissful ease +Mid springs and fruit and bloomy trees, +Secure from every foe's assault, +For magic framed the wondrous vault. +Protected there we need not fear +Though Rama and our king come near; +Nor dread e'en him who batters down +The portals of the foeman's town.”756 +Canto LIV. Hanuman's Speech. +But Hanuman, while Tara, best +Of splendid chiefs his thought expressed, +Perceived that Bali's princely son +A kingdom for himself had won.757 +His keen eye marked in him combined +The warrior's arm, the ruler's mind, +And every noble gift should grace +The happy sovereign of his race: +Marked how he grew with ripening age +More glorious and bold and sage,— +Like the young moon that night by night +Shines on with ever waxing light,— +Brave as his royal father, wise +As he who counsels in the skies:758 +Marked how, forwearied with the quest, +He heeded not his liege's hest, +But Tara's every word obeyed +Like Indra still by Śukra759 swayed. +Then with his prudent speech he tried +To better thoughts the prince to guide, +And by division's skilful art +The Vanars and the youth to part: +“Illustrious Angad, thou in fight +Hast far surpassed thy father's might, +Most worthy, like thy sire of old, +The empire of our race to hold. +The Vanars' fickle people range +From wish to wish and welcome change. +Their wives and babes they will not leave +And to their new-made sovereign cleave. +No art, no gifts will draw away +The Vanars from Sugríva's sway, +Through hope of wealth, through fear of pain +Still faithful will they all remain. +Thou fondly hopest in this cave +The vengeance of the foe to brave. +But Lakshman's arm a shower will send +Of deadly shafts those walls to rend. +Like Indra's bolts his shafts have power +To cleave the mountain like a flower. +O Angad, mark my counsel well: +If in this cave thou choose to dwell, +[pg 385] +These Vanar hosts with one accord +Will quit thee for their lawful lord, +And turn again with thirsty eyes +To wife and babe and all they prize. +Thou in the lonely cavern left +Of followers and friends bereft, +Wilt be in all thy woe, alas, +Weak as a blade of trembling grass: +And Lakshman's arrows, keen and fierce +From his strong bow, thy heart will pierce. +But if in lowly reverence meek +Sugríva's court with us thou seek, +He, as thy birth demands, will share +The kingdom with the royal heir. +Thy loving kinsman, true and wise, +Looks on thee still with favouring eyes. +Firm in his promise, pure is he, +And ne'er will vex or injure thee. +He loves thy mother, lives for her +A faithful friend and worshipper. +That mother's love thou mayst not spurn: +Her only child, return, return.” +Canto LV. Angad's Reply. +“What truth or justice canst thou find,” +Cried Angad, “in Sugríva's mind? +Where is his high and generous soul, +His purity and self-control? +How is he worthy of our trust, +Righteous, and true, and wise, and just, +Who, shrinking not from sin and shame, +Durst take his living brother's dame? +Who, when, in stress of mortal strife +His noble brother fought for life, +Against the valiant warrior barred +The portal which he stood to guard? +Can he be grateful—he who took +The hand of Rama, and forsook +That friend who saved him in his woes, +To whom his life and fame he owes? +Ah no! his heart is cold and mean, +What bids him search for Rama's queen? +Not honour's law, not friendship's debt, +But angry Lakshman's timely threat. +No prudent heart will ever place +Its trust in one so false and base, +Who heeds not friendship, kith or kin, +Who scorns the law and cleaves to sin. +But true or false, whate'er he be, +One consequence I clearly see; +Me, in my youth anointed heir +Against his wish, he will not spare, +But strike with eager hand the blow +That rids him of a household foe. +Shall I of power and friends despoiled, +In all my purpose crossed and foiled,— +Shall I Kishkindha seek, and wait, +Like some poor helpless thing, my fate? +The cruel wretch through lust of sway +Will seize upon his hapless prey, +And to a prison's secret gloom +The remnant of my years will doom. +'Tis better far to fast and die +Than hopeless bound in chains to lie, +Your steps, O Vanars, homeward bend +And leave me here my life to end. +Better to die of hunger here +Than meet at home the fate I fear. +Go, bow you at Sugríva's feet, +And in my name the monarch greet. +Before the sons of Raghu bend, +And give the greeting that I send. +Greet kindly Ruma too, for she +A son's affection claims from me, +And gently calm with friendly care +My mother Tara's wild despair; +Or when she hears her darling's fate +The queen will die disconsolate.” +Thus Angad bade the chiefs adieu: +Then on the ground his limbs he threw +Where sacred Darbha760 grass was spread, +And wept as every hope had fled. +The moving words of Angad drew +Down aged cheeks the piteous dew. +And, as the chieftains' eyes grew dim, +They swore to stay and die with him. +On holy grass whose every blade +Was duly, pointing southward, laid, +The Vanars sat them down and bent +Their faces to the orient, +While “Here, O comrades, let us die +With Angad,” was the general cry. +Canto LVI. Sampati. +Then came the vultures' mighty king +Where sat the Vanars sorrowing,— +Sampati,761 best of birds that fly +On sounding pinions through the sky, +Jaṭayus' brother, famed of old, +Most glorious and strong and bold. +Upon the slope of Vindhya's hill +He saw the Vanars calm and still. +[pg 386] +These words he uttered while the sight +Filled his fierce spirit with delight: +“Behold how Fate with changeless laws +Within his toils the sinner draws, +And brings me, after long delay, +A rich and noble feast to-day, +These Vanars who are doomed to die +My hungry maw to satisfy.” +He spoke no more: and Angad heard +The menace of the mighty bird; +And thus, while anguish filled his breast, +The noble Hanuman addressed: +“Vivasvat's762 son has sought this place +For vengeance on the Vanar race. +See, Yama, wroth for Síta's sake, +Is come our guilty lives to take. +Our king's decree is left undone, +And naught achieved for Raghu's son. +In duty have we failed, and hence +Comes punishment for dire offence. +Have we not heard the marvels wrought +By King Jaṭayus,763 how he fought +With Ravan's might, and, nobly brave, +Perished, the Maithil queen to save? +There is no living creature, none, +But loves to die for Raghu's son, +And in long toils and dangers we +Have placed our lives in jeopardy. +Blest is Jaṭayus, he who gave +His life the Maithil queen to save, +And proved his love for Rama well +When by the giant's hand he fell. +Now raised to bliss and high renown +He fears not fierce Sugríva's frown. +Alas, alas! what miseries spring +From that rash promise of the king!764 +His own sad death, and Rama sent +With Lakshman forth to banishment: +The Maithil lady borne away: +Jaṭayus slain in mortal fray: +The fall of Bali when the dart +Of Rama quivered in his heart: +And, after toil and pain and care, +Our misery and deep despair.” +He ceased: the feathered monarch heard, +His heart with ruth and wonder stirred: +“Whose is that voice,” the vulture cried, +“That tells me how Jaṭayus died, +And shakes my inmost soul with woe +For a loved brother's overthrow? +After long days at length I hear +The glorious name of one so dear. +Once more, O Vanar chieftains, tell +How King Jaṭayus fought and fell. +But first your aid, I pray you, lend, +And from this peak will I descend. +The sun has burnt my wings, and I +No longer have the power to fly.” +Canto LVII. Angad's Speech. +Though grief and woe his utterance broke +They trusted not the words he spoke; +But, looking still for secret guile, +Reflected in their hearts a while: +“If on our mangled limbs he feed, +We gain the death ourselves decreed.” +Then rose the Vanar chiefs, and lent +Their arms to aid the bird's descent; +And Angad spake: “There lived of yore +A noble Vanar king who bore +The name of Riksharajas, great +And brave and strong and fortunate. +His sons were like their father: fame +Knows Bali and Sugríva's name. +Praised in all lands, a glorious king +Was Bali, and from him I spring. +Brave Rama, Daśaratha's heir, +A glorious prince beyond compare, +His sire and duty's law obeyed, +And sought the depths of Danḍak' shade +Síta his well-beloved dame, +And Lakshman, with the wanderer came. +A giant watched his hour, and stole +The sweet delight of Rama's soul. +Jaṭayus, Daśaratha's friend, +Swift succour to the dame would lend. +Fierce Ravan from his car he felled, +And for a time the prize withheld. +But bleeding, weak with years, and tired, +Beneath the demon's blows expired, +Due rites at Rama's hands obtained, +And bliss that ne'er shall minish, gained. +Then Rama with Sugríva made +A covenant for mutual aid, +And Bali, to the field defied, +By conquering Rama's arrow died. +Sugríva then, by Rama's grace, +Was monarch of the Vanar race. +By his command a mighty host +Seeks Rama's queen from coast to coast. +Sent forth by him, in every spot +We looked for her, but find her not. +Vain is the toil, as though by night +We sought to find the Day-God's light. +In lands unknown at length we found +A spacious cavern under ground, +Whose vaults that stretch beneath the hill +Were formed by Maya's magic skill. +Through the dark maze our steps were bent, +And wandering there a month we spent, +[pg 387] +And lost, in fruitless error, thus +The days our king allotted us. +Thus we though faithful have transgressed, +And failed to keep our lord's behest. +No chance of safety can we see, +No lingering hope of life have we. +Sugríva's wrath and Rama's hate +Press on our souls with grievous weight: +And we, because 'tis vain to fly, +Resolve at length to fast and die.” +Canto LVIII. Tidings Of Síta. +The piteous tears his eye bedewed +As thus his speech the bird renewed; +“Alas my brother, slain in fight +By Ravan's unresisted might! +I, old and wingless, weak and worn, +O'er his sad fate can only mourn. +Fled is my youth: in life's decline +My former strength no more is mine. +Once on the day when Vritra765 died, +We brothers, in ambitious pride, +Sought, mounting with adventurous flight, +The Day-God garlanded with light. +On, ever on we urged our way +Where fields of ether round us lay, +Till, by the fervent heat assailed, +My brother's pinions flagged and failed. +I marked his sinking strength, and spread +My stronger wings to screen his head, +Till, all my feathers burnt away, +On Vindhya's hill I fell and lay. +There in my lone and helpless state +I heard not of my brother's fate.” +Thus King Sampati spoke and sighed: +And royal Angad thus replied: +“If, brother of Jatayus, thou +Hast heard the tale I told but now, +Obedient to mine earnest prayer +The dwelling of that fiend declare. +O, say where cursed Ravan dwells, +Whom folly to his death impels.” +He ceased. Again Sampati spoke, +And hope in every breast awoke: +“Though lost my wings, and strength decayed, +Yet shall my words lend Rama aid. +I know the worlds where Vishnu trod,766 +I know the realm of Ocean's God; +How Asurs fought with heavenly foes, +And Amrit from the churning rose.767 +A mighty task before me lies, +To prosper Rama's enterprise, +A task too hard for one whom length +Of days has rifled of his strength. +I saw the cruel Ravan bear +A gentle lady through the air. +Bright was her form, and fresh and young, +And sparkling gems about her hung. +“O Rama, Rama!” cried the dame, +And shrieked in terror Lakshman's name, +As, struggling in the giant's hold, +She dropped her gauds of gems and gold. +Like sun-light on a mountain shone +The silken garments she had on, +And glistened o'er his swarthy form +As lightning flashes through the storm. +That giant Ravan, famed of old, +Is brother of the Lord of Gold.768 +The southern ocean roars and swells +Round Lanka, where the robber dwells +In his fair city nobly planned +And built by Viśvakarma's769 hand. +Within his bower securely barred, +With monsters round her for a guard, +Still in her silken vesture clad +Lies Síta, and her heart is sad. +A hundred leagues your course must be +Beyond this margin of the sea. +Still to the south your way pursue, +And there the giant Ravan view. +Then up, O Vanars, and away! +For by my heavenly lore I say, +There will you see the lady's face, +And hither soon your steps retrace. +In the first field of air are borne +The doves and birds that feed on corn. +The second field supports the crows +And birds whose food on branches grows. +Along the third in balanced flight +Sail the keen osprey and the kite. +Swift through the fourth the falcon springs +The fifth the slower vulture wings. +Up to the sixth the gay swans rise, +[pg 388] +Where royal Vainateya770 flies. +We too, O chiefs, of vulture race, +Our line from Vinata may trace, +Condemned, because we wrought a deed +Of shame, on flesh and blood to feed. +But all Suparna's771 wondrous powers +And length of keenest sight are ours, +That we a hundred leagues away +Through fields of air descry our prey. +Now from this spot my gazing eye +Can Ravan and the dame descry. +Devise some plan to overleap +This barrier of the briny deep. +Find the Videhan lady there, +And joyous to your home repair. +Me too, O Vanars, to the side +Of Varun's772 home the ocean, guide, +Where due libations shall be paid +To my great-hearted brother's shade.” +Canto LIX. Sampati's Story. +They heard his counsel to the close, +Then swiftly to their feet they rose; +And Jambavan with joyous breast +The vulture king again addressed: +“Where, where is Síta? who has seen, +Who borne away the Maithil queen? +Who would the lightning flight withstand +by Lakshman's hand?” +Again Sampati spoke to cheer +The Vanars as they bent to hear: +“Now listen, and my words shall show +What of the Maithil dame I know, +And in what distant prison lies +The lady of the long dark eyes. +Scorched by the fiery God of Day, +High on this mighty hill I lay. +A long and weary time had passed, +And strength and life were failing fast. +Yet, ere the breath had left my frame, +My son, my dear Suparśva, came. +Each morn and eve he brought me food, +And filial care my life renewed. +But serpents still are swift to ire, +Gandharvas slaves to soft desire, +And we, imperial vultures, need +A full supply our maws to feed. +Once he turned at close of day, +Stood by my side, but brought no prey. +He looked upon my ravenous eye, +Heard my complaint and made reply: +“Borne on swift wings ere day was light +I stood upon Mahendra's773 height, +And, far below, the sea I viewed +And birds in countless multitude. +Before mine eyes a giant flew +Whose monstrous form was dark of hue +And struggling in his grasp was borne +A lady radiant as the morn. +Swift to the south his course he bent, +And cleft the yielding element. +The holy spirits of the air +Came round me as I marvelled there, +And cried as their bright legions met: +“O say, is Síta living yet?” +Thus cried the saints and told the name +Of him who held the struggling dame. +Then while mine eye with eager look +Pursued the path the robber took, +I marked the lady's streaming hair, +And heard her cry of wild despair. +I saw her silken vesture rent +And stripped of every ornament, +Thus, O my father, fled the time: +Forgive, I pray, the heedless crime.” +In vain the mournful tale I heard +My pitying heart to fury stirred, +What could a helpless bird of air, +Reft of his boasted pinions, dare? +Yet can I aid with all that will +And words can do, and friendly skill.” +Canto LX. Sampati's Story. +Then from the flood Sampati paid +Due offerings to his brother's shade. +He bathed him when the rites were done, +And spake again to Bali's son: +“Now listen, Prince, while I relate +How first I learned the lady's fate. +Burnt by the sun's resistless might +I fell and lay on Vindhya's height. +Seven nights in deadly swoon I passed, +But struggling life returned at last. +Around I bent my wondering view, +But every spot was strange and new. +I scanned the sea with eager ken, +And rock and brook and lake and glen, +I saw gay trees their branches wave, +And creepers mantling o'er the cave. +I heard the wild birds' joyous song, +And waters as they foamed along, +And knew the lovely hill must be +Mount Vindhya by the southern sea. +[pg 389] +Revered by heavenly beings, stood +Near where I lay, a sacred wood, +Where great Niśakar dwelt of yore +And pains of awful penance bore. +Eight thousand seasons winged their flight +Over the toiling anchorite— +Upon that hill my days were spent,— +And then to heaven the hermit went. +At last, with long and hard assay, +Down from that height I made my way, +And wandered through the mountain pass +Rough with the spikes of Darbha grass. +I with my misery worn, and faint +Was eager to behold the saint: +For often with Jaṭayus I +Had sought his home in days gone by. +As nearer to the grove I drew +The breeze with cooling fragrance blew, +And not a tree that was not fair, +With richest flower and fruit was there. +With anxious heart a while I stayed +Beneath the trees' delightful shade, +And soon the holy hermit, bright +With fervent penance, came in sight. +Behind him bears and lions, tame +As those who know their feeder, came, +And tigers, deer, and snakes pursued +His steps, a wondrous multitude, +And turned obeisant when the sage +Had reached his shady hermitage. +Then came Niśakar to my side +And looked with wondering eyes, and cried: +“I knew thee not, so dire a change +Has made thy form and feature strange. +Where are thy glossy feathers? where +The rapid wings that cleft the air? +Two vulture brothers once I knew: +Each form at will could they endue. +They of the vulture race were kings, +And flew with Matariśva's774 wings. +In human shape they loved to greet +Their hermit friend, and clasp his feet. +The younger was Jaṭayus, thou +The elder whom I gaze on now. +Say, has disease or foeman's hate +Reduced thee from thy high estate?” +Canto LXI. Sampati's Story. +“Ah me! o'erwhelmed with shame and weak +With wounds,” I cried, “I scarce can speak. +My hapless brother once and I +Our strength of flight resolved to try. +And by our foolish pride impelled +Our way through realms of ether held. +We vowed before the saints who tread +The wilds about Kailasa's head, +That we with following wings would chase +The swift sun to his resting place. +Up on our soaring pinions through +The fields of cloudless air we flew. +Beneath us far, and far away, +Like chariot wheels bright cities lay, +Whence in wild snatches rose the song +Of women mid the gay-clad throng, +With sounds of sweetest music blent +And many a tinkling ornament. +Then as our rapid wings we strained +The pathway of the sun we gained. +Beneath us all the earth was seen +Clad in her garb of tender green, +And every river in her bed +Meandered like a silver thread. +We looked on Meru far below +And Vindhya and the Lord of Snow, +Like elephants that bend to cool +Their fever in a lilied pool. +But fervent heat and toil o'ercame +The vigour of each yielding frame, +Our weary hearts began to quail, +And wildered sense to reel and fail. +We knew not, fainting and distressed, +The north or south or east or west. +With a great strain mine eyes I turned +Where the fierce sun before me burned, +And seemed to my astonished eyes +The equal of the earth in size.775 +At length, o'erpowered, Jaṭayus fell +Without a word to say farewell, +And when to earth I saw him hie +I followed headlong from the sky.776 +With sheltering wings I intervened +And from the sun his body screened, +But lost, for heedless folly doomed, +My pinions which the heat consumed. +In Janasthan, I hear them say, +My hapless brother fell and lay. +I, pinionless and faint and weak, +Dropped upon Vindhya's woody peak. +Now with my swift wings burnt away, +Reft of my brother and my sway, +From this tall mountain's summit I +Will cast me headlong down and die.” +[pg 390] +Canto LXII. Sampati's Story. +“As to the saint I thus complained +My bitter tears fell unrestrained. +He pondered for a while, then broke +The silence, and thus calmly spoke: +“Forth from thy sides again shall spring, +O royal bird, each withered wing, +And all thine ancient power and might +Return to thee with strength of sight. +A noble deed has been foretold +In prophecy pronounced of old: +Nor dark to me are future things, +Seen by the light which penance brings. +A glorious king shall rise and reign, +The pride of old Ikshvaku's strain. +A good and valiant prince, his heir, +Shall the dear name of Rama bear. +With his brave brother Lakshman he +An exile in the woods shall be, +Where Ravan, whom no God may slay,777 +Shall steal his darling wife away. +In vain the captive will be wooed +With proffered love and dainty food, +She will not hear, she will not taste: +But, lest her beauty wane and waste, +Lord Indra's self will come to her +With heavenly food, and minister. +Then envoys of the Vanar race +By Rama sent will seek this place. +To them, O roamer of the air, +The lady's fate shalt thou declare. +Thou must not move—so maimed thou art +Thou canst not from this spot depart. +Await the day and moment due, +And thy burnt wings will sprout anew. +I might this day the boon bestow +And bid again thy pinions grow, +But wait until thy saving deed +The nations from their fear have freed. +Then for this glorious aid of thine +The princes of Ikshvaku's line, +And Gods above and saints below +Eternal gratitude shall owe. +Fain would mine aged eyes behold +That pair of whom my lips have told, +Yet wearied here I must not stay, +But leave my frame and pass away.” +Canto LXIII. Sampati's Story. +“With this and many a speech beside +My failing heart he fortified, +With glorious hope my breast inspired, +And to his holy home retired. +I scaled the mountain height, to view +The region round, and looked for you. +In ceaseless watchings night and day +A hundred seasons passed away, +And by the sage's words consoled +I wait the hour and chance foretold. +But since Niśakar sought the skies. +And cast away all earthly ties, +Full many a care and doubt has pressed +With grievous weight upon my breast. +But for the saint who turned aside +My purpose I had surely died. +Those hopeful words the hermit spake, +That bid me live for Rama's sake, +Dispel my anguish as the light +Of lamp and torch disperse the night.” +He ceased: and in the Vanars' view +Forth from his side young pinions grew, +And boundless rapture filled his breast +As thus the chieftains he addressed: +“Joy, joy! the pinions, which the Lord +Of Day consumed, are now restored +Through the dear grace & boundless might +Of that illustrious anchorite. +The fire of youth within me burns, +And all my wonted strength returns. +Onward, ye Vanars, toil strive, +And you shall find the dame alive. +Look on these new-found wings, and hence +Be strong in surest confidence.” +Swift from the crag he sprang to try +His pinions in his native sky. +His words the chieftains' doubts had stilled, +And every heart with courage filled.778 +Canto LXIV. The Sea. +Shouts of triumphant joy outrang +As to their feet the Vanars sprang: +And, on the mighty task intent, +Swift to the sea their steps they bent. +They stood and gazed upon the deep, +Whose billows with a roar and leap +On the sea banks ware wildly hurled,— +The mirror of the mighty world. +There on the strand the Vanars stayed +And with sad eyes the deep surveyed, +Here, as in play, his billows rose, +And there he slumbered in repose. +Here leapt the boisterous waters, high +As mountains, menacing the sky, +And wild infernal forms between +The ridges of the waves were seen. +[pg 391] +They saw the billows rave and swell, +And their sad spirits sank and fell; +For ocean in their deep despair +Seemed boundless as the fields of air. +Then noble Angad spake to cheer +The Vanars and dispel their fear: +“Faint not: despair should never find +Admittance to a noble mind. +Despair, a serpent's mortal bite, +Benumbs the hero's power and might.” +Then passed the weary night, and all +Assembled at their prince's call, +And every lord of high estate +Was gathered round him for debate. +Bright was the chieftains' glorious band +Round Angad on the ocean strand, +As when the mighty Storm-Gods meet +Round Indra on his golden seat. +Then princely Angad looked on each, +And thus began his prudent speech: +“What chief of all our host will leap +A hundred leagues across the deep? +Who, O illustrious Vanars, who +Will make Sugríva's promise true, +And from our weight of fear set free +The leaders of our band and me? +To whom, O warriors, shall we owe +A sweet release from pain and woe, +And proud success, and happy lives +With our dear children and our wives, +Again permitted by his grace +To look with joy on Rama's face, +And noble Lakshman, and our lord +The king, to our sweet homes restored?” +Thus to the gathered lords he spoke; +But no reply the silence broke. +Then with a sterner voice he cried: +“O chiefs, the nation's boast and pride, +Whom valour strength and power adorn, +Of most illustrious lineage born, +Where'er you will you force a way, +And none your rapid course can stay. +Now come, your several powers declare. +And who this desperate leap will dare?” +Canto LXV. The Council. +But none of all the host was found +To clear the sea with desperate bound, +Though each, as Angad bade, declared +His proper power and what he dared.779 +Then spake good Jambavan the sage, +Chief of them all for reverend age; +“I, Vanar chieftains, long ago +Limbs light to leap could likewise show, +But now on frame and spirit weighs +The burthen of my length of days. +Still task like this I may not slight, +When Rama and our king unite. +So listen while I tell, O friends, +What lingering strength mine age attends. +If my poor leap may aught avail, +Of ninety leagues, I will not fail. +Far other strength in youth's fresh prime +I boasted, in the olden time, +When, at Prahlada's780 solemn rite, +I circled in my rapid flight +Lord Vishnu, everlasting God, +When through the universe he trod. +But now my limbs are weak and old, +My youth is fled, its fire is cold, +And these exhausted nerves to strain +In such a task were idle pain.” +Then Angad due obeisance paid, +And to the chief his answer made: +“Then I, ye noble Vanars, I +Myself the mighty leap will try: +Although perchance the power I lack +To leap from Lanka's island back.” +Thus the impetuous chieftain cried, +And Jambavan the sage replied: +“Whate'er thy power and might may be, +This task, O Prince, is not for thee. +Kings go not forth themselves, but send +The servants who their best attend. +Thou art the darling and the boast, +The honoured lord of all the host. +In thee the root, O Angad, lies +Of our appointed enterprise; +And thee, on whom our hopes depend, +Our care must cherish and defend.” +Then Bali's noble son replied: +“Needs must I go, whate'er betide, +For, if no chief this exploit dare, +What waits us all save blank despair,— +Upon the ground again to lie +In hopeless misery, fast, and die? +For not a hope of life I see +If we neglect our king's decree.” +Then spoke the aged chief again: +“Nay our attempt shall not be vain, +For to the task will I incite +A chieftain of sufficient might.” +[pg 392] +Canto LXVI. Hanuman. +The chieftain turned his glances where +The legions sat in mute despair; +And then to Hanuman, the best +Of Vanar lords, these words addressed: +“Why still, and silent, and apart, +O hero of the dauntless heart? +Thou keepest treasured in thy mind +The laws that rule the Vanar kind, +Strong as our king Sugríva, brave +As Rama's self to slay or save. +Through every land thy praise is heard, +Famous as that illustrious bird, +Aríshṭanemi's son,781 the king +Of every fowl that plies the wing. +Oft have I seen the monarch sweep +With sounding pinions o'er the deep, +And in his mighty talons bear +Huge serpents struggling through the air. +Thy arms, O hero, match in might +The ample wings he spreads for flight; +And thou with him mayest well compare +In power to do, in heart to dare. +Why, rich in wisdom, power, and skill, +O hero, art thou lingering still? +An Apsaras782 the fairest found +Of nymphs for heavenly charms renowned, +Sweet Punjikasthala, became +A noble Vanar's wedded dame. +Her heavenly title heard no more, +Anjana was the name she bore, +When, cursed by Gods, from heaven she fell +In Vanar form on earth to dwell, +New-born in mortal shape the child +Of Kunjar monarch of the wild. +In youthful beauty wondrous fair, +A crown of flowers about her hair, +In silken robes of richest dye +She roamed the hills that kiss the sky. +Once in her tinted garments dressed +She stood upon the mountain crest, +The God of Wind beside her came, +And breathed upon the lovely dame. +And as he fanned her robe aside +The wondrous beauty that he eyed +In rounded lines of breast and limb +And neck and shoulder ravished him; +And captured by her peerless charms +He strained her in his amorous arms. +Then to the eager God she cried +In trembling accents, terrified: +“Whose impious love has wronged a spouse +So constant in her nuptial vows?” +He heard, and thus his answer made: +“O, be not troubled, nor afraid, +But trust, and thou shalt know ere long +My love has done thee, sweet, no wrong, +So strong and brave and wise shall be +The glorious child I give to thee. +Might shall be his that naught can tire, +And limbs to spring as springs his sire.” +Thus spoke the God; the conquered dame +Rejoiced in heart nor feared the shame. +Down in a cave beneath the earth +The happy mother gave thee birth. +Once o'er the summit of the wood +Before thine eyes the new sun stood. +Thou sprangest up in haste to seize +What seemed the fruitage of the trees. +Up leapt the child, a wondrous bound, +Three hundred leagues above the ground, +And, though the angered Day-God shot +His fierce beams on him, feared him not. +Then from the hand of Indra came +A red bolt winged with wrath and flame. +The child fell smitten on a rock, +His cheek was shattered by the shock, +Named Hanuman783 thenceforth by all +In memory of the fearful fall. +The wandering Wind-God saw thee lie +With bleeding cheek and drooping eye, +And stirred to anger by thy woe +Forbade each scented breeze to blow. +The breath of all the worlds was stilled, +And the sad Gods with terror filled +Prayed to the Wind, to calm the ire +And soothe the sorrow of the sire. +His fiery wrath no longer glowed, +And Brahma's self the boon bestowed +That in the brunt of battle none +Should slay with steel the Wind-God's son. +Lord Indra, sovereign of the skies, +Bent on thee all his thousand eyes, +And swore that ne'er the bolt which he +Hurls from the heaven should injure thee. +'Tis thine, O mighty chief, to share +The Wind-God's power, his son and heir. +Sprung from that glorious father thou, +And thou alone, canst aid us now. +This earth of yore, through all her climes, +I circled one-and-twenty times, +And gathered, as the Gods decreed, +Great store of herbs from hill and mead, +Which, scattered o'er the troubled wave, +The Amrit to the toilers gave. +[pg 393] +But now my days are wellnigh told, +My strength is gone, my limbs are old, +And thou, the bravest and the best, +Art the sure hope of all the rest. +Now, mighty chief, the task assay: +Thy matchless power and strength display. +Rise up, O prince, our second king, +And o'er the flood of ocean spring. +So shall the glorious exploit vie +With his who stepped through earth and sky.”784 +He spoke: the younger chieftain heard, +His soul to vigorous effort stirred, +And stood before their joyous eyes +Dilated in gigantic size. +Canto LXVII. Hanuman's Speech. +Soon as his stature they beheld, +Their fear and sorrow were dispelled; +And joyous praises loud and long +Rang out from all the Vanar throng. +On the great chief their eyes they bent +In rapture and astonishment, +As, when his conquering foot he raised, +The Gods upon Narayan785 gazed. +He stood amid the joyous crowd, +Bent to the chiefs, and cried aloud: +“The Wind-God, Fire's eternal friend, +Whose blasts the mountain summits rend, +With boundless force that none may stay, +Takes where he lists his viewless way. +Sprung from that glorious father, I +In power and speed with him may vie, +A thousand times with airy leap +Can circle loftiest Meru's steep: +With my fierce arms can stir the sea +Till from their bed the waters flee +And rush at my command to drown +This land with grove and tower and town. +I through the fields of air can spring +Far swifter than the feathered King, +And leap before him as he flies, +On sounding pinions through the skies. +I can pursue the Lord of Light +Uprising from the eastern height, +And reach him ere his course be sped +With burning beams engarlanded. +I will dry up the mighty main, +Shatter the rocks and rend the plain. +O'er earth and ocean will I bound, +And every flower that grows on ground, +And bloom of climbing plants shall show +Strewn on the ground, the way I go, +Bright as the lustrous path that lies +Athwart the region of the skies.786 +The Maithil lady will I find,— +Thus speaks mine own prophetic mind,— +And cast in hideous ruin down +The shattered walls of Lanka's town.” +Still on the chief in rapt surprise +The Vanar legions bent their eyes, +And thus again sage Jambavan +Addressed the glorious Hanuman: +“Son of the Wind, thy promise cheers +The Vanars' hearts, and calms their fears, +Who, rescued from their dire distress, +With prospering vows thy way will bless. +The holy saints their favour lend, +And all our chiefs the deed commend +Urging thee forward on thy way: +Arise then, and the task assay. +Thou art our only refuge; we, +Our lives and all, depend on thee.” +Then sprang the Wind-God's son the best +Of Vanars, on Mahendra's crest, +And the great mountain rocked and swayed +By that unusual weight dismayed, +As reels an elephant beneath +The lion's spring and rending teeth. +The shady wood that crowned him shook, +The trembling birds the boughs forsook, +And ape and pard and lion fled +From brake and lair disquieted. +[pg 394] +BOOK V.787 +Canto I. Hanuman's Leap. +Thus Ravan's foe resolved to trace +The captive to her hiding-place +Through airy pathways overhead +Which heavenly minstrels visited. +With straining nerve and eager brows, +Like some strong husband of the cows, +In ready might he stood prepared +For the bold task his soul has dared. +O'er gem-like grass that flashed and glowed +The Vanar like a lion strode. +Roused by the thunder of his tread, +The beasts to shady coverts fled. +Tall trees he crushed or hurled aside, +And every bird was terrified. +Around him loveliest lilies grew, +Pale pink, and red, and white, and blue, +And tints of many a metal lent +The light of varied ornament. +Gandharvas, changing forms at will, +And Yakshas roamed the lovely hill, +And countless Serpent-Gods were seen +Where flowers and grass were fresh and green. +As some resplendent serpent takes +His pastime in the best of lakes, +So on the mountain's woody height +The Vanar wandered with delight. +Then, standing on the flowery sod, +He paid his vows to saint and God. +Svayambhu788 and the Sun he prayed, +And the swift Wind to lend him aid, +And Indra, sovereign of the skies, +To bless his hardy enterprise. +Then once again the chief addressed +The Vanars from the mountain crest: +“Swift as a shaft from Rama's bow +To Ravan's city will I go, +And if she be not there will fly +And seek the lady in the sky; +Or, if in heaven she be not found, +Will hither bring the giant bound.” +He ceased; and mustering his might +Sprang downward from the mountain height, +While, shattered by each mighty limb, +The trees unrooted followed him. +The shadow on the ocean cast +By his vast form, as on he passed, +Flew like a ship before the gale +When the strong breeze has filled the sail, +And where his course the Vanar held +The sea beneath him raged and swelled. +Then Gods and all the heavenly train +Poured flowerets down in gentle rain; +Their voices glad Gandharvas raised, +And saints in heaven the Vanar praised. +Fain would the Sea his succour lend +And Raghu's noble son befriend. +He, moved by zeal for Rama's sake, +The hill Mainaka789 thus bespake: +“O strong Mainaka, heaven's decree +In days of old appointed thee +To be the Asurs bar, and keep +The rebels in the lowest deep. +Thou guardest those whom heaven has cursed +Lest from their prison-house they burst, +And standest by the gates of hell +Their limitary sentinel. +To thee is given the power to spread +Or spring above thy watery bed. +Now, best of noble mountains, rise +And do the thing that I advise. +E'en now above thy buried crest +Flies mighty Hanuman, the best +Of Vanars, moved for Rama's sake +A wonderous deed to undertake. +Lift up thy head that he may stay +And rest him on his weary way.” +He heard, and from his watery shroud, +As bursts the sun from autumn cloud, +Rose swifty, crowned with plant and tree, +And stood above the foamy sea.790 +There with his lofty peaks upraised +Bright as a hundred suns he blazed, +And crest and crag of burnished gold +Flashed on the flood that round him rolled. +[pg 395] +The Vanar thought the mountain rose +A hostile bar to interpose, +And, like a wind-swept cloud, o'erthrew +The glittering mountain as he flew. +Then from the falling hill rang out +A warning voice and joyful shout. +Again he raised him high in air +To meet the flying Vanar there, +And standing on his topmost peak +In human form began to speak:791 +“Best of the Vanars' noblest line, +A mighty task, O chief, is thine. +Here for a while, I pray thee, light +And rest upon the breezy height. +A prince of Raghu's line was he +Who gave his glory to the Sea,792 +Who now to Rama's envoy shows +High honour for the debt he owes. +He bade me lift my buried head +Uprising from my watery bed, +And woo the Vanar chief to rest +A moment on my glittering crest. +Refresh thy weary limbs, and eat +My mountain fruits for they are sweet. +I too, O chieftain, know thee well; +Three worlds thy famous virtues tell; +And none, I ween, with thee may vie +Who spring impetuous through the sky. +To every guest, though mean and low. +The wise respect and honour show; +And how shall I neglect thee, how +Slight the great guest so near me now? +Son of the Wind, 'tis thine to share +The might of him who shakes the air; +And,—for he loves his offspring,—he +Is honoured when I honour thee. +Of yore, when Krita's age793 was new, +The little hills and mountains flew +Where'er they listed, borne on wings +More rapid than the feathered king's.794 +But mighty terror came on all +The Gods and saints who feared their fall. +And Indra in his anger rent +Their pinions with the bolts he sent. +When in his ruthless fury he +Levelled his flashing bolt at me, +The great-souled Wind inclined to save, +And laid me neath the ocean's wave. +Thus by the favour of the sire +I kept my cherished wings entire; +And for this deed of kindness done +I honour thee his noble son. +O come, thy weary limbs relieve, +And honour due from me receive.” +“I may not rest,” the Vanar cried; +“I must not stay or turn aside. +Yet pleased am I, thou noblest hill, +And as the deed accept thy will.” +Thus as he spoke he lightly pressed +With his broad hand the mountain's crest, +Then bounded upward to the height +Of heaven, rejoicing in his might, +And through the fields of boundless blue, +The pathway of his father, flew. +Gods, saints, and heavenly bards beheld +That flight that none had paralleled, +Then to the Nagas' mother795 came +And thus addressed the sun-bright dame: +“See, Hanuman with venturous leap +Would spring across the mighty deep,— +A Vanar prince, the Wind-God's seed: +Come, Surasa, his course impede. +In Rakshas form thy shape disguise, +Terrific, like a hill in size: +Let thy red eyes with fury glow, +And high as heaven thy body grow. +With fearful tusks the chief defy, +That we his power and strength may try. +He will with guile thy hold elude, +Or own thy might, by thee subdued.” +Pleased with the grateful honours paid, +The godlike dame their words obeyed, +Clad in a shape of terror she +Sprang from the middle of the sea, +And, with fierce accents that appalled +All creatures, to the Vanar called: +“Come, prince of Vanars, doomed to be +My food this day by heaven's decree. +Such boon from ages long ago +To Brahma's favouring will I owe.” +She ceased, and Hanuman replied, +By shape and threat unterrified: +“Brave Rama with his Maithil spouse +Lodged in the shade of Danḍak's boughs, +Thence Ravan king of giants stole +Síta the joy of Rama's soul. +[pg 396] +By Rama's high behest to her +I go a willing messenger; +And never shouldst them hinder one +Who toils for Daśaratha's son. +First captive Síta will I see, +And him who sent and waits for me, +Then come and to thy will submit, +Yea, by my truth I promise it.” +“Nay, hope not thus thy life to save; +Not such the boon that Brahma gave. +Enter my mouth,” was her reply, +“Then forward on thy journey hie!”796 +“Stretch, wider stretch thy jaws,” exclaimed +The Vanar chief, to ire inflamed; +And, as the Rakshas near him drew, +Ten leagues in height his stature grew. +Then straight, her threatening jaws between, +A gulf of twenty leagues was seen. +To fifty leagues he waxed, and still +Her mouth grew wider at her will. +Then smaller than a thumb became, +Shrunk by his power, the Vanar's frame.797 +He leaped within, and turning round +Sprang through the portal at a bound. +Then hung in air a moment, while +He thus addressed her with a smile: +“O Daksha's child,798 farewell at last! +For I within thy mouth have passed. +Thou hast the gift of Brahma's grace: +I go, the Maithil queen to trace.” +Then, to her former shape restored, +She thus addressed the Vanar lord: +“Then forward to the task, and may +Success and joy attend thy way! +Go, and the rescued lady bring +In triumph to her lord and king.” +Then hosts of spirits as they gazed +The daring of the Vanar praised. +Through the broad fields of ether, fast +Garuḍ's royal self, he passed, +The region of the cloud and rain, +Loved by the gay Gandharva train, +Where mid the birds that came and went +Shone Indra's glorious bow unbent, +And like a host of wandering stars +Flashed the high Gods' celestial cars. +Fierce Sinhika799 who joyed in ill +And changed her form to work her will, +Descried him on his airy way +And marked the Vanar for her prey. +“This day at length,” the demon cried, +“My hunger shall be satisfied,” +And at his passing shadow caught +Delighted with the cheering thought. +The Vanar felt the power that stayed +And held him as she grasped his shade, +Like some tall ship upon the main +That struggles with the wind in vain. +Below, above, his eye he bent +And scanned the sea and firmament. +High from the briny deep upreared +The monster's hideous form appeared, +“Sugríva's tale,” he cried, “is true: +This is the demon dire to view +Of whom the Vanar monarch told, +Whose grasp a passing shade can hold.” +Then, as a cloud in rain-time grows +His form, dilating, swelled and rose. +Wide as the space from heaven to hell +Her jaws she opened with a yell, +And rushed upon her fancied prey +With cloud-like roar to seize and slay. +The Vanar swift as thought compressed +His borrowed bulk of limb and chest, +And stood with one quick bound inside +The monstrous mouth she opened wide. +Hid like the moon when Rahu draws +The orb within his ravening jaws. +Within that ample cavern pent +The demon's form he tore and rent, +And, from the mangled carcass freed, +Came forth again with thought-like speed.800 +[pg 397] +Thus with his skill the fiend he slew, +Then to his wonted stature grew. +The spirits saw the demon die +And hailed the Vanar from the sky: +“Well hast thou fought a wondrous fight +Nor spared the fiend's terrific might, +On, on! perform the blameless deed, +And in thine every wish succeed. +Ne'er can they fail in whom combine +Such valour, thought, and skill as thine.” +Pleased with their praises as they sang, +Again through fields of air he sprang, +And now, his travail wellnigh done, +The distant shore was almost won. +Before him on the margent stood +In long dark line a waving wood, +And the fair island, bright and green +With flowers and trees, was clearly seen, +And every babbling brook that gave +Her lord the sea a tribute wave. +He lighted down on Lamba's peak +Which tinted metals stain and streak, +And looked where Lanka's splendid town +Shone on the mountain like a crown. +Canto II. Lanka. +The glorious sight a while he viewed, +Then to the town his way pursued. +Around the Vanar as he went +Breathed from the wood delicious scent, +And the soft grass beneath his feet +With gem-like flowers was bright and sweet. +Still as the Vanar nearer drew +More clearly rose the town to view. +The palm her fan-like leaves displayed, +Priyalas801 lent their pleasant shade, +And mid the lower greenery far +Conspicuous rose the Kovidar.802 +A thousand trees mid flowers that glowed +Hung down their fruit's delicious load,803 +And in their crests that rocked and swayed +Sweet birds delightful music made. +And there were pleasant pools whereon +The glories of the lotus shone; +And gleams of sparkling fountains, stirred +By many a joyous water-bird. +Around, in lovely gardens grew +Blooms sweet of scent and bright of hue, +And Lanka, seat of Ravan's sway, +Before the wondering Vanar lay: +With stately domes and turrets tall, +Encircled by a golden wall, +And moats whose waters were aglow +With lily blossoms bright below: +For Síta's sake defended well +With bolt and bar and sentinel, +And Rakshases who roamed in bands +With ready bows in eager hands. +He saw the stately mansions rise +Like pale-hued clouds in autumn skies; +Where noble streets were broad and bright, +And banners waved on every height. +Her gates were glorious to behold +Rich with the shine of burnished gold: +A lovely city planned and decked +By heaven's creative architect,804 +Fairest of earthly cities meet +To be the Gods' celestial seat. +The Vanar by the northern gate +Thus in his heart began debate +“Our mightiest host would strive in vain +To take this city on the main: +A city that may well defy +The chosen warriors of the sky; +A city never to be won +E'en by the arm of Raghu's son. +Here is no hope by guile to win +The hostile hearts of those within. +'Twere vain to war, or bribe, or sow +Dissension mid the Vanar foe. +But now my search must I pursue +Until the Maithil queen I view: +And, when I find the captive dame, +Make victory mine only aim. +But, if I wear my present shape, +How shall I enter and escape +The Rakshas troops, their guards and spies, +And sleepless watch of cruel eyes? +The fiends of giant race who hold +This mighty town are strong and bold; +And I must labour to elude +The fiercely watchful multitude. +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. +How may I see, myself unseen +Of the fierce king, the captive queen, +And meet her in some lonely place, +With none beside her, face to face?” +When the bright sun had left the skies +The Vanar dwarfed his mighty size, +[pg 398] +And, in the straitest bounds restrained, +The bigness of a cat retained.805 +Then, when the moon's soft light was spread, +Within the city's walls he sped. +Canto III. The Guardian Goddess. +There from the circling rampart's height +He gazed upon the wondrous sight; +Broad gates with burnished gold displayed, +And courts with turkises inlaid; +With gleaming silver, gems, and rows +Of crystal stairs and porticoes. +In semblance of a Rakshas dame +The city's guardian Goddess came,— +For she with glances sure and keen +The entrance of a foe had seen,— +And thus with fury in her eye +Addressed him with an angry cry: +“Who art thou? what has led thee, say, +Within these walls to find thy way? +Thou mayst not enter here in spite +Of Ravan and his warriors' might.” +“And who art thou?” the Vanar cried, +By form and frown unterrified, +“Why hast thou met me by the gate, +And chid me thus infuriate?” +He ceased: and Lanka made reply: +“The guardian of the town am I, +Who watch for ever to fulfil +My lord the Rakshas monarch's will. +But thou shalt fall this hour, and deep +Shall be thy never-ending sleep.” +Again he spake: “In spite of thee +This golden city will I see. +Her gates and towers, and all the pride +Of street and square from side to side, +And freely wander where I please +Amid her groves of flowering trees; +On all her beauties sate mine eye. +Then, as I came, will homeward hie.” +Swift with an angry roar she smote +With her huge hand the Vanar's throat. +The smitten Vanar, rage-impelled, +With fist upraised the monster felled: +But quick repented, stirred with shame +And pity for a vanquished dame, +When with her senses troubled, weak +With terror, thus she strove to speak: +“O spare me thou whose arm is strong: +O spare me, and forgive the wrong. +The brave that law will ne'er transgress +That spares a woman's helplessness. +Hear, best of Vanars, brave and bold, +What Brahma's self of yore foretold; +“Beware,” he said, “the fatal hour +When thou shalt own a Vanar's power. +Then is the giants' day of fear, +For terror and defeat are near.” +Now, Vanar chief, o'ercome by thee, +I own the truth of heaven's decree. +For Síta's sake will ruin fall +On Ravan, and his town, and all.” +Canto IV. Within The City. +The guardian goddess thus subdued, +The Vanar chief his way pursued, +And reached the broad imperial street +Where fresh-blown flowers were bright and sweet. +The city seemed a fairer sky +Where cloud-like houses rose on high, +Whence the soft sound of tabors came +Through many a latticed window frame, +And ever and anon rang out +The merry laugh and joyous shout. +From house to house the Vanar went +And marked each varied ornament, +Where leaves and blossoms deftly strung +About the crystal columns hung. +Then soft and full and sweet and clear +The song of women charmed his ear, +And, blending with their dulcet tones, +Their anklets' chime and tinkling zones. +He heard the Rakshas minstrel sing +The praises of their matchless king; +And softly through the evening air +Came murmurings of text and prayer. +Here moved a priest with tonsured head, +And there an eager envoy sped, +Mid crowds with hair in matted twine +Clothed in the skins of deer and kine,— +Whose only arms, which none might blame, +Were blades of grass and holy flame806 +There savage warriors roamed in bands +With clubs and maces in their hands, +Some dwarfish forms, some huge of size, +With single ears and single eyes. +Some shone in glittering mail arrayed +With bow and mace and flashing blade; +Fiends of all shapes and every hue, +Some fierce and foul, some fair to view. +[pg 399] +He saw the grisly legions wait +In strictest watch at Ravan's gate, +Whose palace on the mountain crest +Rose proudly towering o'er the rest, +Fenced with high ramparts from the foe, +And lotus-covered moats below. +But Hanuman, unhindered, found +Quick passage through the guarded bound, +Mid elephants of noblest breed, +And gilded car and neighing steed. + +Fair shone the moon, as if to lend +His cheering light to guide a friend, +And, circled by the starry host, +Looked down upon the wild sea-coast. +The Vanar cheiftain raised his eyes, +And saw him sailing through the skies +Like a bright swan who joys to take +His pastime on a silver lake; +Fair moon that calms the mourner's pain. +Heaves up the waters of the main, +And o'er the life beneath him throws +A tender light of soft repose, +The charm that clings to Mandar's hill, +Gleams in the sea when winds are still, +And decks the lilly's opening flower, +Showed in that moon her sweetest power. +I am unable to show the difference of style in a translation.] + +Canto VI. The Court. +The palace gates were guarded well +By many a Rakshas sentinel, +And far within, concealed from view, +Were dames and female retinue +For charm of form and face renowned; +Whose tinkling armlets made a sound, +Clashed by the wearers in their glee, +Like music of a distant sea. +The hall beyond the palace gate, +Rich with each badge of royal state, +Where lines of noble courtiers stood, +Showed like a lion-guarded wood. +There the wild music rose and fell +Of drum and tabor and of shell, +Through chambers at each holy tide +By solemn worship sanctified. +Through grove and garden, undismayed, +From house to house the Vanar strayed, +And still his wondering glances bent +On terrace, dome, and battlement: +Then with a light and rapid tread +Prahasta's807 home he visited, +And Kumbhakarna's808 courtyard where +A cloudy pile rose high in air; +And, wandering o'er the hill, explored +The garden of each Rakshas lord. +Each court and grove he wandered through, +Then nigh to Ravan's palace drew. +She-demons watched it foul of face, +Each armed with sword and spear and mace, +And warrior fiends of every hue, +A strange and fearful retinue. +There elephants in many a row, +The terror of the stricken foe. +Huge Airavat,809 deftly trained +In battle-fields, stood ready chained. +Fair litters on the ground were set +Adorned with gems and golden net. +Gay bloomy creepers clothed the walls; +Green bowers were there and picture halls, +And chambers made for soft delight. +Broad banners waved on every height. +And from the roof like Mandar's hill +The peacock's cry came loud and shrill.810 +Canto VII. Ravan's Palace. +He passed within the walls and gazed +On gems and gold that round him blazed, +And many a latticed window bright +With turkis and with lazulite. +[pg 400] +Through porch and ante-rooms he passed +Each richer, fairer than the last; +And spacious halls where lances lay, +And bows and shells, in fair array: +A glorious house that matched in show +All Paradise displayed below. +Upon the polished floor were spread +Fresh buds and blossoms white and red, +And women shone, a lovely crowd, +As lightning flashes through a cloud: +A palace splendid as the sky +Which moon and planets glorify: +Like earth whose towering hills unfold +Their zones and streaks of glittering gold; +Where waving on the mountain brows +The tall trees bend their laden boughs, +And every bough and tender spray +With a bright load of bloom is gay, +And every flower the breeze has bent +Fills all the region with its scent. +Near the tall palace pale of hue +Shone lovely lakes where lilies blew, +And lotuses with flower and bud +Gleamed on the bosom of the flood. +There shone with gems that flashed afar +The marvel of the Flower-named811 car, +Mid wondrous dwellings still confessed +Supreme and nobler than the rest. +Thereon with wondrous art designed +Were turkis birds of varied kind. +And many a sculptured serpent rolled +His twisted coil in burnished gold. +And steeds were there of noblest form +With flying feet as fleet as storm: +And elephants with deftest skill +Stood sculptured by a silver rill, +Each bearing on his trunk a wreath +Of lilies from the flood beneath. +There Lakshmí,812 beauty's heavenly queen, +Wrought by the artist's skill, was seen +Beside a flower-clad pool to stand +Holding a lotus in her hand. +Canto VIII. The Enchanted Car. +There gleamed the car with wealth untold +Of precious gems and burnished gold; +Nor could the Wind-God's son withdraw +His rapt gaze from the sight he saw, +By Viśvakarma's813 self proclaimed +The noblest work his hand had framed. +Uplifted in the air it glowed +Bright as the sun's diurnal road. +The eye might scan the wondrous frame +And vainly seek one spot to blame, +So fine was every part and fair +With gems inlaid with lavish care. +No precious stones so rich adorn +The cars wherein the Gods are borne, +Prize of the all-resistless might +That sprang from pain and penance rite,814 +Obedient to the master's will +It moved o'er wood and towering hill, +A glorious marvel well designed +By Viśvakarma's artist mind, +Adorned with every fair device +That decks the cars of Paradise. +Swift moving as the master chose +It flew through air or sank or rose,815 +And in its fleetness left behind +The fury of the rushing wind: +Meet mansion for the good and great, +The holy, wise, and fortunate. +Throughout the chariot's vast extent +Were chambers wide and excellent, +All pure and lovely to the eyes +As moonlight shed from cloudless skies. +Fierce goblins, rovers of the night +Who cleft the clouds with swiftest flight +In countless hosts that chariot drew, +With earrings clashing as they flew. +Canto IX. The Ladies' Bower. +Where stately mansions rose around, +A palace fairer still he found, +Whose royal height and splendour showed +Where Ravan's self, the king, abode. +A chosen band with bow and sword +Guarded the palace of their lord, +Where Raksha's dames of noble race +And many a princess fair of face +Whom Ravan's arm had torn away +From vanquished kings in slumber lay. +[pg 401] +There jewelled arches high o'erhead +An ever-changing lustre shed +From ruby, pearl, and every gem +On golden pillars under them. +Delicious came the tempered air +That breathed a heavenly summer there, +Stealing through bloomy trees that bore +Each pleasant fruit in endless store. +No check was there from jealous guard, +No door was fast, no portal barred; +Only a sweet air breathed to meet +The stranger, as a host should greet +A wanderer of his kith and kin +And woo his weary steps within. +He stood within a spacious hall +With fretted roof and painted wall, +The giant Ravan's boast and pride, +Loved even as a lovely bride. +'Twere long to tell each marvel there, +The crystal floor, the jewelled stair, +The gold, the silver, and the shine +Of chrysolite and almandine. +There breathed the fairest blooms of spring; +There flashed the proud swan's silver wing, +The splendour of whose feathers broke +Through fragrant wreaths of aloe smoke. +“'Tis Indra's heaven,” the Vanar cried, +Gazing in joy from side to side; +“The home of all the Gods is this, +The mansion of eternal bliss.” +There were the softest carpets spread, +Delightful to the sight and tread, +Where many a lovely woman lay +O'ercome by sleep, fatigued with play. +The wine no longer cheered the feast, +The sound of revelry had ceased. +The tinkling feet no longer stirred, +No chiming of a zone was heard. +So when each bird has sought her nest, +And swans are mute and wild bees rest, +Sleep the fair lilies on the lake +Till the sun's kiss shall bid them wake. +Like the calm field of winter's sky +Which stars unnumbered glorify, +So shone and glowed the sumptuous room +With living stars that chased the gloom. +“These are the stars,” the chieftain cried, +“In autumn nights that earth-ward glide, +In brighter forms to reappear +And shine in matchless lustre here.” +With wondering eyes a while he viewed +Each graceful form and attitude. +One lady's head was backward thrown, +Bare was her arm and loose her zone. +The garland that her brow had graced +Hung closely round another's waist. +Here gleamed two little feet all bare +Of anklets that had sparkled there, +Here lay a queenly dame at rest +In all her glorious garments dressed. +There slept another whose small hand +Had loosened every tie and band, +In careless grace another lay +With gems and jewels cast away, +Like a young creeper when the tread +Of the wild elephant has spread +Confusion and destruction round, +And cast it flowerless to the ground. +Here lay a slumberer still as death, +Save only that her balmy breath +Raised ever and anon the lace +That floated o'er her sleeping face. +There, sunk in sleep, an amorous maid +Her sweet head on a mirror laid, +Like a fair lily bending till +Her petals rest upon the rill. +Another black-eyed damsel pressed +Her lute upon her heaving breast, +As though her loving arms were twined +Round him for whom her bosom pined. +Another pretty sleeper round +A silver vase her arms had wound, +That seemed, so fresh and fair and young +A wreath of flowers that o'er it hung. +In sweet disorder lay a throng +Weary of dance and play and song, +Where heedless girls had sunk to rest +One pillowed on another's breast, +Her tender cheek half seen beneath +Bed roses of the falling wreath, +The while her long soft hair concealed +The beauties that her friend revealed. +With limbs at random interlaced +Round arm and leg and throat and waist, +That wreath of women lay asleep +Like blossoms in a careless heap. +Canto X. Ravan Asleep. +Apart a dais of crystal rose +With couches spread for soft repose, +Adorned with gold and gems of price +Meet for the halls of Paradise. +A canopy was o'er them spread +Pale as the light the moon beams shed, +And female figures,816 deftly planned, +The faces of the sleepers fanned, +There on a splendid couch, asleep +On softest skins of deer and sheep. +Dark as a cloud that dims the day +The monarch of the giants lay, +Perfumed with sandal's precious scent +And gay with golden ornament. +[pg 402] +His fiery eyes in slumber closed, +In glittering robes the king reposed +Like Mandar's mighty hill asleep +With flowery trees that clothe his steep. +Near and more near the Vanar +The monarch of the fiends to view, +And saw the giant stretched supine +Fatigued with play and drunk with wine. +While, shaking all the monstrous frame, +His breath like hissing serpents' came. +With gold and glittering bracelets gay +His mighty arms extended lay +Huge as the towering shafts that bear +The flag of Indra high in air. +Scars by Airavat's tusk impressed +Showed red upon his shaggy breast. +And on his shoulders were displayed +The dints the thunder-bolt had made.817 +The spouses of the giant king +Around their lord were slumbering, +And, gay with sparkling earrings, shone +Fair as the moon to look upon. +There by her husband's side was seen +Mandodarí the favourite queen, +The beauty of whose youthful face +Beamed a soft glory through the place. +The Vanar marked the dame more fair +Than all the royal ladies there, +And thought, “These rarest beauties speak +The matchless dame I come to seek. +Peerless in grace and splendour, she +The Maithil queen must surely be.” +Canto XI. The Banquet Hall. +But soon the baseless thought was spurned +And longing hope again returned: +“No: Rama's wife is none of these, +No careless dame that lives at ease. +Her widowed heart has ceased to care +For dress and sleep and dainty fare. +She near a lover ne'er would lie +Though Indra wooed her from the sky. +Her own, her only lord, whom none +Can match in heaven, is Raghu's son.” +Then to the banquet hall intent +On strictest search his steps he bent. +He passed within the door, and found +Fair women sleeping on the ground, +Where wearied with the song, perchance, +The merry game, the wanton dance, +Each girl with wine and sleep oppressed +Had sunk her drooping head to rest. +That spacious hall from side to side +With noblest fare was well supplied, +There quarters of the boar, and here +Roast of the buffalo and deer, +There on gold plate, untouched as yet +The peacock and the hen were set. +There deftly mixed with salt and curd +Was meat of many a beast and bird, +Of kid and porcupine and hare, +And dainties of the sea and air. +There wrought of gold, ablaze with shine +Of precious stones, were cups of wine. +Through court and bower and banquet hall +The Vanar passed and viewed them all; +From end to end, in every spot, +For Síta searched, but found her not. +Canto XII. The Search Renewed. +Again the Vanar chief began +Each chamber, bower, and hall to scan. +In vain: he found not her he sought, +And pondered thus in bitter thought: +“Ah me the Maithil queen is slain: +She, ever true and free from stain, +The fiend's entreaty has denied, +And by his cruel hand has died. +Or has she sunk, by terror killed, +When first she saw the palace filled +With female monsters evil miened +Who wait upon the robber fiend? +No battle fought, no might displayed, +In vain this anxious search is made; +Nor shall my steps, made slow by shame, +Because I failed to find the dame, +Back to our lord the king be bent, +For he is swift to punishment. +In every bower my feet have been, +The dames of Ravan have I seen; +But Rama's spouse I seek in vain, +And all my toil is fruitless pain. +How shall I meet the Vanar band +I left upon the ocean strand? +How, when they bid me speak, proclaim +These tidings of defeat and shame? +How shall I look on Angad's eye? +What words will Jambavan reply? +Yet dauntless hearts will never fail +To win success though foes assail, +And I this sorrow will subdue +And search the palace through and through, +Exploring with my cautious tread +Each spot as yet unvisited.” +Again he turned him to explore +Each chamber, hall, and corridor, +And arbour bright with scented bloom, +And lodge and cell and picture-room. +[pg 403] +With eager eye and noiseless feet +He passed through many a cool retreat +Where women lay in slumber drowned; +But Síta still was nowhere found. +Canto XIII. Despair And Hope. +Then rapid as the lightning's flame +From Ravan's halls the Vanar came. +Each lingering hope was cold and dead, +And thus within his heart he said: +“Alas, my fruitless search is done: +Long have I toiled for Raghu's son; +And yet with all my care have seen +No traces of the ravished queen. +It may be, while the giant through +The lone air with his captive flew, +The Maithil lady, tender-souled, +Slipped struggling from the robber's hold, +And the wild sea is rolling now +O'er Síta of the beauteous brow. +Or did she perish of alarm +When circled by the monster's arm? +Or crushed, unable to withstand +The pressure of that monstrous hand? +Or when she spurned his suit with scorn, +Her tender limbs were rent and torn. +And she, her virtue unsubdued, +Was slaughtered for the giant's food. +Shall I to Raghu's son relate +His well-beloved consort's fate, +My crime the same if I reveal +The mournful story or conceal? +If with no happier tale to tell +I seek our mountain citadel, +How shall I face our lord the king, +And meet his angry questioning? +How shall I greet my friends, and brook +The muttered taunt, the scornful look? +How to the son of Raghu go +And kill him with my tale of woe? +For sure the mournful tale I bear +Will strike him dead with wild despair. +And Lakshman ever fond and true, +Will, undivided, perish too. +Bharat will learn his brother's fate, +And die of grief disconsolate, +And sad Śatrughna with a cry +Of anguish on his corpse will die. +Our king Sugríva, ever found +True to each bond in honour bound, +Will mourn the pledge he vainly gave, +And die with him he could not save. +Then Ruma his devoted wife +For her dead lord will leave her life, +And Tara, widowed and forlorn, +Will die in anguish, sorrow-worn. +On Angad too the blow will fall +Killing the hope and joy of all. +The ruin of their prince and king +The Vanars' souls with woe will wring. +And each, overwhelmed with dark despair, +Will beat his head and rend his hair. +Each, graced and honoured long, will miss +His careless life of easy bliss, +In happy troops will play no more +On breezy rock and shady shore, +But with his darling wife and child +Will seek the mountain top, and wild +With hopeless desolation, throw +Himself, his wife, and babe, below. +Ah no: unless the dame I find +I ne'er will meet my Vanar kind. +Here rather in some distant dell +A lonely hermit will I dwell, +Where roots and berries will supply +My humble wants until I die; +Or on the shore will raise a pyre +And perish in the kindled fire. +Or I will strictly fast until +With slow decay my life I kill, +And ravening dogs and birds of air +The limbs of Hanuman shall tear. +Here will I die, but never bring +Destruction on my race and king. +But still unsearched one grove I see +With many a bright Aśoka tree. +There will I enter in, and through +The tangled shade my search renew. +Be glory to the host on high, +The Sun and Moon who light the sky, +The Vasus818 and the Maruts'819 train, +adityas820 and the Aśvins821 twain. +So may I win success, and bring +The lady back with triumphing.” +Canto XIV. The Asoka Grove. +He cleared the barrier at a bound; +He stood within the pleasant ground, +[pg 404] +And with delighted eyes surveyed +The climbing plants and varied shade, +He saw unnumbered trees unfold +The treasures of their pendent gold, +As, searching for the Maithil queen, +He strayed through alleys soft and green; +And when a spray he bent or broke +Some little bird that slept awoke. +Whene'er the breeze of morning blew, +Where'er a startled peacock flew, +The gaily coloured branches shed +Their flowery rain upon his head +That clung around the Vanar till +He seemed a blossom-covered hill,822 +The earth, on whose fair bosom lay +The flowers that fell from every spray, +Was glorious as a lovely maid +In all her brightest robes arrayed, +He saw the breath of morning shake +The lilies on the rippling lake +Whose waves a pleasant lapping made +On crystal steps with gems inlaid. +Then roaming through the enchanted ground, +A pleasant hill the Vanar found, +And grottoes in the living stone +With grass and flowery trees o'ergrown. +Through rocks and boughs a brawling rill +Leapt from the bosom of the hill, +Like a proud beauty when she flies +From her love's arms with angry eyes. +He clomb a tree that near him grew +And leafy shade around him threw. +“Hence,” thought the Vanar, “shall I see +The Maithil dame, if here she be, +These lovely trees, this cool retreat +Will surely tempt her wandering feet. +Here the sad queen will roam apart. +And dream of Rama in her heart.” +Canto XV. Síta. +Fair as Kailasa white with snow +He saw a palace flash and glow, +A crystal pavement gem-inlaid, +And coral steps and colonnade, +And glittering towers that kissed the skies, +Whose dazzling splendour charmed his eyes. +There pallid, with neglected dress, +Watched close by fiend and giantess, +Her sweet face thin with constant flow +Of tears, with fasting and with woe; +Pale as the young moon's crescent when +The first faint light returns to men: +Dim as the flame when clouds of smoke +The latent glory hide and choke; +Like Rohiní the queen of stars +Oppressed by the red planet Mars; +From her dear friends and husband torn, +Amid the cruel fiends, forlorn, +Who fierce-eyed watch around her kept, +A tender woman sat and wept. +Her sobs, her sighs, her mournful mien, +Her glorious eyes, proclaimed the queen. +“This, this is she,” the Vanar cried, +“Fair as the moon and lotus-eyed, +I saw the giant Ravan bear +A captive through the fields of air. +Such was the beauty of the dame; +Her form, her lips, her eyes the same. +This peerless queen whom I behold +Is Rama's wife with limbs of gold. +Best of the sons of men is he, +And worthy of her lord is she.” +Canto XVI. Hanuman's Lament. +Then, all his thoughts on Síta bent, +The Vanar chieftain made lament: +“The queen to Rama's soul endeared, +By Lakshman's pious heart revered, +Lies here,—for none may strive with Fate, +A captive, sad and desolate. +The brothers' might full well she knows, +And bravely bears the storm of woes, +As swelling Ganga in the rains +The rush of every flood sustains. +Her lord, for her, fierce Bali slew, +Viradha's monstrous might o'erthrew, +For her the fourteen thousand slain +In Janasthan bedewed the plain. +And if for her Ikshvaku's son +Destroyed the world 'twere nobly done. +This, this is she, so far renowned, +Who sprang from out the furrowed ground,823 +Child of the high-souled king whose sway +The men of Míthila obey: +The glorious lady wooed and won +By Daśaratha's noblest son; +And now these sad eyes look on her +Mid hostile fiends a prisoner. +From home and every bliss she fled +By wifely love and duty led, +And heedless of a wanderer's woes, +A life in lonely forests chose. +This, this is she so fair of mould. +Whose limbs are bright as burnished gold. +[pg 405] +Whose voice was ever soft and mild, +Who sweetly spoke and sweetly smiled. +O, what is Rama's misery! how +He longs to see his darling now! +Pining for one of her fond looks +As one athirst for water brooks. +Absorbed in woe the lady sees +No Rakshas guard, no blooming trees. +Her eyes are with her thoughts, and they +Are fixed on Rama far away.” +Canto XVII. Síta's Guard. +His pitying eyes with tears bedewed, +The weeping queen again he viewed, +And saw around the prisoner stand +Her demon guard, a fearful band. +Some earless, some with ears that hung +Low as their feet and loosely swung: +Some fierce with single ears and eyes, +Some dwarfish, some of monstrous size: +Some with their dark necks long and thin +With hair upon the knotty skin: +Some with wild locks, some bald and bare, +Some covered o'er with bristly hair: +Some tall and straight, some bowed and bent +With every foul disfigurement: +All black and fierce with eyes of fire, +Ruthless and stern and swift to ire: +Some with the jackal's jaw and nose, +Some faced like boars and buffaloes: +Some with the heads of goats and kine, +Of elephants, and dogs, and swine: +With lions' lips and horses' brows, +They walked with feet of mules and cows: +Swords, maces, clubs, and spears they bore +In hideous hands that reeked with gore, +And, never sated, turned afresh +To bowls of wine and piles of flesh. +Such were the awful guards who stood +Round Síta in that lovely wood, +While in her lonely sorrow she +Wept sadly neath a spreading tree. +He watched the spouse of Rama there +Regardless of her tangled hair, +Her jewels stripped from neck and limb, +Decked only with her love of him. +Canto XVIII. Ravan. +While from his shelter in the boughs +The Vanar looked on Rama's spouse +He heard the gathered giants raise +The solemn hymn of prayer and praise.— +Priests skilled in rite and ritual, who +The Vedas and their branches824 knew. +Then, as loud strains of music broke +His sleep, the giant monarch woke. +Swift to his heart the thought returned +Of the fair queen for whom he burned; +Nor could the amorous fiend control +The passion that absorbed his soul. +In all his brightest garb arrayed +He hastened to that lovely shade, +Where glowed each choicest flower and fruit, +And the sweet birds were never mute, +And tall deer bent their heads to drink +On the fair streamlet's grassy brink. +Near that Aśoka grove he drew,— +A hundred dames his retinue. +Like Indra with the thousand eyes +Girt with the beauties of the skies. +Some walked beside their lord to hold +The chouries, fans, and lamps of gold. +And others purest water bore +In golden urns, and paced before. +Some carried, piled on golden plates, +Delicious food of dainty cates; +Some wine in massive bowls whereon +The fairest gems resplendent shone. +Some by the monarch's side displayed, +Wrought like a swan, a silken shade: +Another beauty walked behind, +The sceptre to her care assigned. +Around the monarch gleamed the crowd +As lightnings flash about a cloud, +And each made music as she went +With zone and tinkling ornament. +Attended thus in royal state +The monarch reached the garden gate, +While gold and silver torches, fed +With scented oil a soft light shed.825 +[pg 406] +He, while the flame of fierce desire +Burnt in his eyes like kindled fire, +Seemed Love incarnate in his pride, +His bow and arrows laid aside.826 +His robe, from spot and blemish free +Like Amrit foamy from the sea,827 +Hung down in many a loosened fold +Inwrought with flowers and bright with gold. +The Vanar from his station viewed, +Amazed, the wondrous multitude, +Where, in the centre of that ring +Of noblest women, stood the king, +As stands the full moon fair to view, +Girt by his starry retinue. +Canto XIX. Síta's Fear. +Then o'er the lady's soul and frame +A sudden fear and trembling came, +When, glowing in his youthful pride, +She saw the monarch by her side. +Silent she sat, her eyes depressed, +Her soft arms folded o'er her breast, +And,—all she could,—her beauties screened +From the bold gazes of the fiend. +There where the wild she-demons kept +Their watch around, she sighed and wept. +Then, like a severed bough, she lay +Prone on the bare earth in dismay. +The while her thoughts on love's fleet wings +Flew to her lord the best of kings. +She fell upon the ground, and there +Lay struggling with her wild despair, +Sad as a lady born again +To misery and woe and pain, +Now doomed to grief and low estate, +Once noble fair and delicate: +Like faded light of holy lore, +Like Hope when all her dreams are o'er; +Like ruined power and rank debased, +Like majesty of kings disgraced: +Like worship foiled by erring slips, +The moon that labours in eclipse; +A pool with all her lilies dead, +An army when its king has fled: +So sad and helpless wan and worn, +She lay among the fiends forlorn. +Canto XX. Ravan's Wooing. +With amorous look and soft address +The fiend began his suit to press: +“Why wouldst thou, lady lotus-eyed, +From my fond glance those beauties hide? +Mine eager suit no more repel: +But love me, for I love thee well. +Dismiss, sweet dame, dismiss thy fear; +No giant and no man is near. +Ours is the right by force to seize +What dames soe'er our fancy please.828 +But I with rude hands will not touch +A lady whom I love so much. +Fear not, dear queen: no fear is nigh: +Come, on thy lover's love rely, +Some little sign of favor show, +Nor lie enamoured of thy woe. +Those limbs upon that cold earth laid, +Those tresses twined in single braid,829 +The fast and woe that wear thy frame, +Beseem not thee, O beauteous dame. +For thee the fairest wreaths were meant, +The sandal and the aloe's scent, +Rich ornaments and pearls of price, +And vesture meet for Paradise. +With dainty cates shouldst thou be fed, +And rest upon a sumptuous bed. +And festive joys to thee belong, +The music, and the dance and song. +Rise, pearl of women, rise and deck +With gems and chains thine arms and neck. +Shall not the dame I love be seen +In vesture worthy of a queen? +Methinks when thy sweet form was made +His hand the wise Creator stayed; +For never more did he design +A beauty meet to rival thine. +Come, let us love while yet we may, +For youth will fly and charms decay, +Come cast thy grief and fear aside, +And be my love, my chosen bride. +The gems and jewels that my hand +Has reft from every plundered land,— +To thee I give them all this day, +And at thy feet my kingdom lay. +[pg 407] +The broad rich earth will I o'errun, +And leave no town unconquered, none; +Then of the whole an offering make +To Janak,830 dear, for thy sweet sake. +In all the world no power I see +Of God or man can strive with me. +Of old the Gods and Asurs set +In terrible array I met: +Their scattered hosts to earth I beat, +And trod their flags beneath my feet. +Come, taste of bliss and drink thy fill, +And rule the slave who serves thy will. +Think not of wretched Rama: he +Is less than nothing now to thee. +Stript of his glory, poor, dethroned, +A wanderer by his friends disowned, +On the cold earth he lays his head, +Or is with toil and misery dead. +And if perchance he lingers yet, +His eyes on thee shall ne'er be set. +Could he, that mighty monarch, who +Was named Hiranyakaśipu, +Could he who wore the garb of gold +Win Glory back from Indra's hold?831 +O lady of the lovely smile, +Whose eyes the sternest heart beguile, +In all thy radiant beauty dressed +My heart and soul thou ravishest. +What though thy robe is soiled and worn, +And no bright gems thy limbs adorn, +Thou unadorned art dearer far +Than all my loveliest consorts are. +My royal home is bright and fair; +A thousand beauties meet me there, +But come, my glorious love, and be +The queen of all those dames and me.” +Canto XXI. Síta's Scorn. +She thought upon her lord and sighed, +And thus in gentle tones replied: +“Beseems thee not, O King, to woo +A matron, to her husband true. +Thus vainly one might hope by sin +And evil deeds success to win. +Shall I, so highly born, disgrace +My husband's house, my royal race? +Shall I, a true and loyal dame, +Defile my soul with deed of shame?” +Then on the king her back she turned, +And answered thus the prayer she spurned: +“Turn, Ravan, turn thee from thy sin; +Seek virtue's paths and walk therein. +To others dames be honour shown; +Protect them as thou wouldst thine own. +Taught by thyself, from wrong abstain +Which, wrought on thee, thy heart would pain.832 +Beware: this lawless love of thine +Will ruin thee and all thy line; +And for thy sin, thy sin alone, +Will Lanka perish overthrown. +Dream not that wealth and power can sway +My heart from duty's path to stray. +Linked like the Day-God and his shine, +I am my lord's and he is mine. +Repent thee of thine impious deed; +To Rama's side his consort lead. +Be wise; the hero's friendship gain, +Nor perish in his fury slain. +Go, ask the God of Death to spare, +Or red bolt flashing through the air, +But look in vain for spell or charm +To stay my Rama's vengeful arm. +Thou, when the hero bends his bow, +Shalt hear the clang that heralds woe, +Loud as the clash when clouds are rent +And Indra's bolt to earth is sent. +Then shall his furious shafts be sped, +Each like a snake with fiery head, +And in their flight shall hiss and flame +Marked with the mighty archer's name.833 +Then in the fiery deluge all +Thy giants round their king shall fall.” +[pg 408] +Canto XXII. Ravan's Threat. +Then anger swelled in Ravan's breast, +Who fiercely thus the dame addressed: +“'Tis ever thus: in vain we sue +To woman, and her favour woo. +A lover's humble words impel +Her wayward spirit to rebel. +The love of thee that fills my soul +Still keeps my anger in control, +As charioteers with bit and rein +The swerving of the steed restrain. +The love that rules me bids me spare +Thy forfeit life, O thou most fair. +For this, O Síta, have I borne +The keen reproach, the bitter scorn, +And the fond love thou boastest yet +For that poor wandering anchoret; +Else had the words which thou hast said +Brought death upon thy guilty head. +Two months, fair dame, I grant thee still +To bend thee to thy lover's will. +If when that respite time is fled +Thou still refuse to share my bed, +My cooks shall mince thy limbs with steel +And serve thee for my morning meal.”834 +The minstrel daughters of the skies +Looked on her woe with pitying eyes, +And sun-bright children of the Gods835 +Consoled the queen with smiles and nods. +She saw, and with her heart at ease, +Addressed the fiend in words like these; +“Hast thou no friend to love thee, none +In all this isle to bid thee shun +The ruin which thy crime will bring +On thee and thine, O impious King? +Who in all worlds save thee could woo +Me, Rama's consort pure and true, +As though he tempted with his love +Queen Śachí836 on her throne above? +How canst thou hope, vile wretch, to fly +The vengeance that e'en now is nigh, +When thou hast dared, untouched by shame, +To press thy suit on Rama's dame? +Where woods are thick and grass is high +A lion and a hare may lie; +My Rama is the lion, thou +Art the poor hare beneath the bough. +Thou railest at the lord of men, +But wilt not stand within his ken. +What! is that eye unstricken yet +Whose impious glance on me was set? +Still moves that tongue that would not spare +The wife of Daśaratha's heir?” +Then, hissing like a furious snake, +The fiend again to Síta spake: +“Deaf to all prayers and threats art thou, +Devoted to thy senseless vow. +No longer respite will I give, +And thou this day shalt cease to live; +For I, as sunlight kills the morn, +Will slay thee for thy scathe and scorn.” +The Rakshas guard was summoned: all +The monstrous crew obeyed the call, +And hastened to the king to take +The orders which he fiercely spake: +“See that ye guard her well, and tame, +Like some wild thing, the stubborn dame, +Until her haughty soul be bent +By mingled threat and blandishment.”837 +The monsters heard: away he strode, +And passed within his queens' abode. +Canto XXIII. The Demons' Threats. +Then round the helpless Síta drew +With fiery eyes the hideous crew, +And thus assailed her, all and each, +With insult, taunt, and threatening speech: +“What! can it be thou prizest not +This happy chance, this glorious lot, +To be the chosen wife of one +So strong and great, Pulastya's son? +Pulastya—thus have sages told— +Is mid the Lords of Life838 enrolled. +Lord Brahma's mind-born son was he, +Fourth of that glorious company. +Viśravas from Pulastya sprang,— +Through all the worlds his glory rang. +And of Viśravas, large-eyed dame! +Our king the mighty Ravan came. +His happy consort thou mayst be: +Scorn not the words we say to thee.” +One awful demon, fiery-eyed, +Stood by the Maithil queen and cried: +'Come and be his, if thou art wise, +Who smote the sovereign of the skies, +And made the thirty Gods and three,839 +O'ercome in furious battle, flee. +[pg 409] +Thy lover turns away with scorn +From wives whom grace and youth adorn. +Thou art his chosen consort, thou +Shall be his pride and darling now.” +Another, Vikata by name, +In words like these addressed the dame: +“The king whose blows, in fury dealt, +The Nagas840 and Gandharvas841 felt, +In battle's fiercest brunt subdued, +Has stood by thee and humbly wooed. +And wilt thou in thy folly miss +The glory of a love like this? +Scared by his eye the sun grows chill, +The wanderer wind is hushed and still. +The rains at his command descend, +And trees with new-blown blossoms bend. +His word the hosts of demons fear, +And wilt thou, dame, refuse to hear? +Be counselled; with his will comply, +Or, lady, thou shalt surely die.” +Canto XXIV. Síta's Reply. +Still with reproaches rough and rude +Those fiends the gentle queen pursued: +“What! can so fair a life displease, +To dwell with him in joyous ease? +Dwell in his bowers a happy queen +In silk and gold and jewels' sheen? +Still must thy woman fancy cling +To Rama and reject our king? +Die in thy folly, or forget +That wretched wandering anchoret. +Come, Síta, in luxurious bowers +Spend with our lord thy happy hours; +The mighty lord who makes his own +The treasures of the worlds o'erthrown.” +Then, as a tear bedewed her eye, +The hapless lady made reply: +“I loathe, with heart and soul detest +The shameful life your words suggest. +Eat, if you will, this mortal frame: +My soul rejects the sin and shame. +A homeless wanderer though he be, +In him my lord, my life I see, +And, till my earthly days be done, +Will cling to great Ikshvaku's son.” +Then with fierce eyes on Síta set +They cried again with taunt and threat: +Each licking with her fiery tongue +The lip that to her bosom hung, +And menacing the lady's life +With axe, or spear or murderous knife: +“Hear, Síta, and our words obey, +Or perish by our hands to-day. +Thy love for Raghu's son forsake, +And Ravan for thy husband take, +Or we will rend thy limbs apart +And banquet on thy quivering heart. +Now from her body strike the head, +And tell the king the dame is dead. +Then by our lord's commandment she +A banquet for our band shall be. +Come, let the wine be quickly brought +That frees each heart from saddening thought. +Then to the western gate repair, +And we will dance and revel there.” +Canto XXV. Síta's Lament. +On the bare earth the lady sank, +And trembling from their presence shrank +Like a strayed fawn, when night is dark, +And hungry wolves around her bark. +[pg 410] +Then to a shady tree she crept, +And thought upon her lord and wept. +By fear and bitter woe oppressed +She bathed the beauties of her breast +With her hot tears' incessant flow, +And found no respite from her woe. +As shakes a plantain in the breeze +She shook, and fell on trembling knees; +While at each demon's furious look +Her cheek its native hue forsook. +She lay and wept and made her moan +In sorrow's saddest undertone, +And, wild with grief, with fear appalled, +On Rama and his brother called: +“O dear Kauśalya,842 hear me cry! +Sweet Queen Sumitra,843 list my sigh! +True is the saw the wise declare: +Death comes not to relieve despair. +'Tis vain for dame or man to pray; +Death will not hear before his day; +Since I, from Rama's sight debarred, +And tortured by my cruel guard, +Still live in hopeless woe to grieve +And loathe the life I may not leave, +Here, like a poor deserted thing, +My limbs upon the ground I fling, +And, like a bark beneath the blast, +Shall sink oppressed with woes at last. +Ah, blest are they, supremely blest, +Whose eyes upon my lord may rest; +Who mark his lion port, and hear +His gentle speech that charms the ear. +Alas, what antenatal crime, +What trespass of forgotten time +Weighs on my soul, and bids me bow +Beneath this load of misery now?” +Canto XXVI. Síta's Lament. +“I Rama's wife, on that sad day, +By Ravan's arm was borne away, +Seized, while I sat and feared no ill, +By him who wears each form at will. +A helpless captive, left forlorn +To demons' threats and taunts and scorn, +Here for my lord I weep and sigh, +And worn with woe would gladly die. +For what is life to me afar +From Rama of the mighty car? +The robber in his fruitless sin +Would hope his captive's love to win. +My meaner foot shall never touch +The demon whom I loathe so much. +The senseless fool! he knows me not, +Nor the proud soul his love would blot. +Yea, limb from limb will I be rent, +But never to his prayer consent; +Be burnt and perish in the fire, +But never meet his base desire. +My lord was grateful, true and wise, +And looked on woe with pitying eyes; +But now, recoiling from the strife +He pities not his captive wife. +Alone in Janasthan he slew +The thousands of the Rakshas crew. +His arm was strong, his heart was brave, +Why comes he not to free and save? +Why blame my lord in vain surmise? +He knows not where his lady lies. +O, if he knew, o'er land and sea +His feet were swift to set me free; +This Lanka, girdled by the deep, +Would fall consumed, a shapeless heap, +And from each ruined home would rise +A Rakshas widow's groans and cries.” +Canto XXVII. Trijata's Dream. +Their threats unfeared, their counsel spurned, +The demons' breasts with fury burned. +Some sought the giant king to bear +The tale of Síta's fixt despair. +With threats and taunts renewed the rest +Around the weeping lady pressed. +But Trijaṭa, of softer mould, +A Rakshas matron wise and old, +With pity for the captive moved, +In words like these the fiends reproved: +“Me, me,” she cried, “eat me, but spare +The spouse of Daśaratha's heir. +Last night I dreamt a dream; and still +The fear and awe my bosom chill; +For in that dream I saw foreshown +Our race by Rama's hand o'erthrown. +I saw a chariot high in air, +Of ivory exceeding fair. +A hundred steeds that chariot drew +As swiftly through the clouds it flew, +And, clothed in white, with wreaths that shone, +The sons of Raghu rode thereon. +I looked and saw this lady here, +Clad in the purest white, appear +High on the snow white hill whose feet +The angry waves of ocean beat. +And she and Rama met at last +Like light and sun when night is past. +Again I saw them side by side. +On Ravan's car they seemed to ride, +And with the princely Lakshman flee +To northern realms beyond the sea. +[pg 411] +Then Ravan, shaved and shorn, besmeared +With oil from head to foot, appeared. +He quaffed, he raved: his robes were red: +Fierce was his eye, and bare his head. +I saw him from his chariot thrust; +I saw him rolling in the dust. +A woman came and dragged away +The stricken giant where he lay, +And on a car which asses drew +The monarch of our race she threw. +He rose erect, he danced and laughed, +With thirsty lips the oil he quaffed, +Then with wild eyes and streaming mouth +Sped on the chariot to the south.844 +Then, dropping oil from every limb, +His sons the princes followed him, +And Kumbhakarna,845 shaved and shorn, +Was southward on a camel borne. +Then royal Lanka reeled and fell +With gate and tower and citadel. +This ancient city, far-renowned: +All life within her walls was drowned; +And the wild waves of ocean rolled +O'er Lanka and her streets of gold. +Warned by these signs I bid you fly; +Or by the hand of Rama die, +Whose vengeance will not spare the life +Of one who vexed his faithful wife. +Your bitter taunts and threats forgo: +Comfort the lady in her woe, +And humbly pray her to forgive; +For so you may be spared and live.” + +Canto XXX. Hanuman's Deliberation. +The Vanar watched concealed: each word +Of Síta and the fiends he heard, +And in a maze of anxious thought +His quick-conceiving bosom wrought. +“At length my watchful eyes have seen, +Pursued so long, the Maithil queen, +Sought by our Vanar hosts in vain +From east to west, from main to main. +A cautious spy have I explored +The palace of the Rakhshas lord, +And thoroughly learned, concealed from sight, +The giant monarch's power and might. +And now my task must be to cheer +The royal dame who sorrows here. +For if I go, and soothe her not, +A captive in this distant spot, +She, when she finds no comfort nigh, +Will sink beneath her woes and die. +How shall my tale, if unconsoled +I leave her, be to Rama told? +How shall I answer Raghu's son, +“No message from my darling, none?” +The husband's wrath, to fury fanned, +Will scorch me lifeless where I stand, +Or if I urge my lord the king +To Lanka's isle his hosts to bring, +In vain will be his zeal, in vain +The toil, the danger, and the pain. +Yea, this occasion must I seize +That from her guard the lady frees,846 +To win her ear with soft address +And whisper hope in dire distress. +Shall I, a puny Vanar, choose +The Sanskrit men delight to use? +If, as a man of Brahman kind, +I speak the tongue by rules refined, +The lady, yielding to her fears, +Will think 'tis Ravan's voice she hears. +I must assume my only plan— +The language of a common847 man. +Yet, if the lady sees me nigh, +[pg 412] +In terror she will start and cry; +And all the demon band, alarmed, +Will come with various weapons armed, +With their wild shouts the grove will fill, +And strive to take me, or to kill. +And, at my death or capture, dies +The hope of Rama`s enterprise. +For none can leap, save only me, +A hundred leagues across the sea. +It is a sin in me, I own, +To talk with Janak's child alone. +Yet greater is the sin if I +Be silent, and the lady die. +First I will utter Rama's name, +And laud the hero's gifts and fame. +Perchance the name she holds so dear +Will soothe the faithful lady's fear.” +Canto XXXI. Hanuman's Speech. +Then in sweet accents low and mild +The Vanar spoke to Janak's child: +“A noble king, by sin unstained, +The mighty Daśaratha reigned. +Lord of the warrior's car and steed, +The pride of old Ikshvaku's seed. +A faithful friend, a blameless king, +Protector of each living thing. +A glorious monarch, strong to save, +Blest with the bliss he freely gave. +His son, the best of all who know +The science of the bended bow, +Was moon-bright Rama, brave and strong, +Who loved the right and loathed the wrong, +Who ne'er from kingly duty swerved, +Loved by the lands his might preserved. +His feet the path of law pursued; +His arm rebellious foes subdued. +His sire's command the prince obeyed +And, banished, sought the forest shade, +Where with his wife and brother he +Wandered a saintly devotee. +There as he roamed the wilds he slew +The bravest of the Rakshas crew. +The giant king the prince beguiled, +And stole his consort, Janak's child. +Then Rama roamed the country round, +And a firm friend, Sugríva, found, +Lord of the Vanar race, expelled +From his own realm which Bali held, +He conquered Bali and restored +The kingdom to the rightful lord. +Then by Sugríva's high decree +The Vanar legions searched for thee, +Sampati's counsel bade me leap +A hundred leagues across the deep. +And now my happy eyes have seen +At last the long-sought Maithil queen. +Such was the form, the eye, the grace +Of her whom Rama bade me trace.” +He ceased: her flowing locks she drew +To shield her from a stranger's view; +Then, trembling in her wild surprise, +Raised to the tree her anxious eyes. +Canto XXXII. Síta's Doubt. +Her eyes the Maithil lady raised +And on the monkey speaker gazed. +She looked, and trembling at the sight +Wept bitter tears in wild affright. +She shrank a while with fear distraught, +Then, nerved again, the lady thought: +“Is this a dream mine eyes have seen, +This creature, by our laws unclean? +O, may the Gods keep Rama, still, +And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill! +It is no dream: I have not slept, +But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept +Afar from that dear lord of mine +For whom in ceaseless woe I pine, +No art may soothe my wild distress +Or lull me to forgetfulness. +I see but him: my lips can frame +No syllable but Rama's name. +Each sight I see, each sound I hear, +Brings Rama to mine eye or ear, +The wish was in my heart, and hence +The sweet illusion mocked my sense. +'Twas but a phantom of the mind, +And yet the voice was soft and kind. +Be glory to the Eternal Sire,848 +Be glory to the Lord of Fire, +The mighty Teacher in the skies,849 +And Indra with his thousand eyes, +And may they grant the truth to be +E'en as the words that startled me.” +[pg 413] +Canto XXXIII. The Colloquy. +Down from the tree Hanuman came +And humbly stood before the dame. +Then joining reverent palm to palm +Addressed her thus with words of balm: +“Why should the tears of sorrow rise, +Sweet lady, to those lovely eyes, +As when the wind-swept river floods +Two half expanded lotus buds? +Who art thou, O most fair of face? +Of Asur,850 or celestial race? +Did Naga mother give thee birth? +For sure thou art no child of earth. +Do Rudras851 claim that heavenly form? +Or the swift Gods852 who ride the storm? +Or art thou Rohiní853 the blest, +That star more lovely than the rest,— +Reft from the Moon thou lovest well +And doomed a while on earth to dwell? +Or canst thou, fairest wonder, be +The starry queen Arundhatí,854 +Fled in thy wrath or jealous pride +From her dear lord Vaśishṭha's side? +Who is the husband, father, son +Or brother, O thou loveliest one, +Gone from this world in heaven to dwell, +For whom those eyes with weeping swell? +Yet, by the tears those sweet eyes shed, +Yet, by the earth that bears thy tread,855 +By calling on a monarch's name, +No Goddess but a royal dame. +Art thou the queen, fair lady, say, +Whom Ravan stole and bore away? +Yea, by that agony of woe, +That form unrivalled here below, +That votive garb, thou art, I ween, +King Janak's child and Rama's queen.” +Hope at the name of Rama woke, +And thus the gentle lady spoke: +“I am that Síta wooed and won +By Daśaratha's royal son, +The noblest of Ikshvaku's line; +And every earthly joy was mine. +But Rama left his royal home +In Danḍak's tangled wilds to roam. +Where with Sumitra's son and me, +He lived a saintly devotee. +The giant Ravan came with guile +And bore me thence to Lanka's isle. +Some respite yet the fiend allows, +Two months of life, to Rama's spouse. +Two moons of hopeless woe remain, +And then the captive will be slain.” +Canto XXXIV. Hanuman's Speech. +Thus spoke the dame in mournful mood, +And Hanuman his speech renewed: +“O lady, by thy lord's decree +I come a messenger to thee. +Thy lord is safe with steadfast friends, +And greeting to his queen he sends, +And Lakshman, ever faithful bows +His reverent head to Rama's spouse.” +Through all her frame the rapture ran, +As thus again the dame began: +“Now verily the truth I know +Of the wise saw of long ago: +“Once only in a hundred years +True joy to living man appears.” +He marked her rapture-beaming hue, +And nearer to the lady drew, +But at each onward step he took +Suspicious fear her spirit shook. +“Alas, Alas,” she cried in fear. +“False is the tale I joyed to hear. +'Tis Ravan, 'tis the fiend, who tries +To mock me with a new disguise. +If thou, to wring my woman's heart, +Hast changed thy shape by magic art, +And wouldst a helpless dame beguile, +The wicked deed is doubly vile. +But no: that fiend thou canst not be: +Such joy I had from seeing thee. +But if my fancy does not err, +And thou art Rama's messenger, +The glories of my lord repeat: +For to these ears such words are sweet.” +The Vanar knew the lady's thought,856 +And gave the answer fondly sought: +[pg 414] +“Bright as the sun that lights the sky +Dear as the Moon to every eye. +He scatters blessings o'er the land +Like bounties from Vaiśravan's857 hand. +Like Vishnu strong and unsubdued, +Unmatched in might and fortitude. +Wise, truthful as the Lord of Speech, +With gentle words he welcomes each. +Of noblest mould and form is he, +Like love's incarnate deity. +He quells the fury of the foe, +And strikes when justice prompts the blow. +Safe in the shadow of his arm +The world is kept from scathe and harm. +Now soon shall Ravan rue his theft, +And fall, of realm and life bereft. +For Rama's wrathful hand shall wing +His shafts against the giant king. +The day, O Maithil Queen, is near +When he and Lakshman will be here, +And by their side Sugríva lead +His countless hosts of Vanar breed. +Sugríva's servant, I, by name +Hanuman, by his order came. +With desperate leap I crossed the sea +To Lanka's isle in search of thee, +No traitor, gentle dame, am I: +Upon my word and faith rely.” +Canto XXXV. Hanuman's Speech. +With joyous heart she heard him tell +Of the great lord she loved so well, +And in sweet accents, soft and low, +Spoke, half forgetful of her woe: +“How didst thou stand by Rama's side? +How came my lord and thou allied? +How met the people of the wood +With men on terms of brotherhood? +Declare each grace and regal sign +That decks the lords of Raghu's line. +Each circumstance and look relate: +Tell Rama's form and speech, and gait.” +“Thy fear and doubt,” he cried, “dispelled, +Hear, lady, what mine eyes beheld. +Hear the imperial signs that grace +The glory of Ikshvaku's race. +With moon-bright face and lotus eyes, +Most beautiful and good and wise, +With sun-like glory round his head, +Long-suffering as the earth we tread, +He from all foes his realm defends. +Yea, o'er the world his care extends. +He follows right in all his ways, +And ne'er from royal duty strays. +He knows the lore that strengthens kings; +His heart to truth and honour clings. +Each grace and gift of form and mind +Adorns that prince of human kind; +And virtues like his own endue +His brother ever firm and true. +O'er all the land they roamed distraught, +And thee with vain endeavour sought, +Until at length their wandering feet +Trod wearily our wild retreat. +Our banished king Sugríva spied +The princes from the mountain side. +By his command I sought the pair +And led them to our monarch there. +Thus Rama and Sugríva met, +And joined the bonds that knit them yet, +When each besought the other's aid, +And friendship and alliance made. +An arrow launched from Rama's bow +Laid Bali dead, Sugríva's foe. +Then by commandment of our lord +The Vanar hosts each land explored. +We reached the coast: I crossed the sea +And found my way at length to thee.”858 +Canto XXXVI. Rama's Ring. +“Receive,” he cried, “this precious ring,859 +Sure token from thy lord the king: +The golden ring he wont to wear: +See, Rama's name engraven there.” +Then, as she took the ring he showed, +The tears that spring of rapture flowed. +She seemed to touch the hand that sent +The dearly valued ornament, +And with her heart again at ease, +Replied in gentle words like these: +“O thou, whose soul no fears deter, +Wise, brave, and faithful messenger! +And hast thou dared, o'er wave and foam, +To seek me in the giants' home? +In thee, true messenger, I find +The noblest of thy woodland kind. +Who couldst, unmoved by terror, brook +On Ravan, king of fiends, to look. +[pg 415] +Now may we commune here as friends, +For he whom royal Rama sends +Must needs be one in danger tried, +A valiant, wise, and faithful guide. +Say, is it well with Rama still? +Lives Lakshman yet untouched by ill? +Then why should Rama's hand be slow +To free his consort from her woe? +Why spare to burn, in search of me, +The land encircled by the sea? +Can Bharat send no army out +With banners, cars and battle shout? +Cannot thy king Sugríva lend +His legions to assist his friend?” +His hands upon his head he laid +And thus again his answer made: +“Not yet has Rama learnt where lies +His lady of the lotus eyes, +Or he like Indra from the sky +To Śachí's860 aid, to thee would fly. +Soon will he hear the tale, and then, +Roused to revenge, the lord of men +Will to the giants' island lead +Fierce myriads of the woodland breed, +Bridging his conquering way, and make +The town a ruin for thy sake. +Believe my words, sweet dame; I swear +By roots and fruit, my woodland fare, +By Meru's peak and Vindhva's chain, +And Mandar of the Milky Main, +Soon shalt thou see thy lord, though now +He waits upon Praśravan's861 brow, +Come glorious as the breaking morn, +Like Indra on Airavat862 borne. +For thee he looks with longing eyes; +The wood his scanty food supplies. +For thee his brow is pale and worn, +For thee are meat and wine forsworn. +Thine image in his heart he keeps, +For thee by night he wakes and weeps. +Or if perchance his eyes he close +And win brief respite from his woes, +E'en then the name of Síta slips +In anguish from his murmuring lips. +If lovely flowers or fruit he sees, +Which women love, upon the trees, +To thee, to thee his fancy flies. +And ‘Síta! O my love!’ he cries.” +Canto XXXVII. Síta's Speech. +“Thou bringest me,” she cried again, +“A mingled draught of bliss and pain: +Bliss, that he wears me in his heart, +Pain, that he wakes and weeps apart, +O, see how Fate is king of all, +Now lifts us high, now bids us fall, +And leads a captive bound with cord +The meanest slave, the proudest lord, +Thus even now Fate's stern decree +Has struck with grief my lord and me. +Say, how shall Rama reach the shore +Of sorrow's waves that rise and roar, +A shipwrecked sailor, well nigh drowned +In the wild sea that foams around? +When will he smite the demon down, +Lay low in dust the giants' town, +And, glorious from his foes' defeat, +His wife, his long-lost Síta, meet? +Go, bid him speed to smite his foes +Before the year shall reach its close. +Ten months are fled but two remain, +Then Ravan's captive must be slain. +Oft has Vibhishan,863 just and wise, +Besought him to restore his prize. +But deaf is Ravan's senseless ear: +His brother's rede he will not hear. +Vibhishan's daughter864 loves me well: +From her I learnt the tale I tell. +Avindhva865 prudent, just, and old, +The giant's fall has oft foretold; +But Fate impels him to despise +His word on whom he most relies. +In Rama's love I rest secure, +For my fond heart is true and pure, +And him, my noblest lord, I deem +In valour, power, and might supreme.” +As from her eyes the waters ran, +The Vanar chief again began: +“Yea, Rama, when he hears my tale, +Will with our hosts these walls assail. +Or I myself, O Queen, this day +Will bear thee from the fiend away, +Will lift thee up, and take thee hence +To him thy refuge and defence; +Will take thee in my arms, and flee +To Rama far beyond the sea; +Will place thee on Praśravan hill +Where Raghu's son is waiting still.” +[pg 416] +“How canst thou bear me hence?” she cried, +“The way is long, the sea is wide. +To bear my very weight would be +A task too hard for one like thee.”866 +Swift rose before her startled eyes +The Vanar in his native size, +Like Mandar's hill or Meru's height, +Encircled with a blaze of light. +“O come,” he cried, “thy fears dispel, +Nor doubt that I will bear thee well. +Come, in my strength and care confide, +And sit in joy by Rama's side.” +Again she spake: “I know thee now, +Brave, resolute, and strong art thou; +In glory like the Lord of Fire +With storm-swift feet which naught may tire +But yet with thee I may not fly: +For, borne so swiftly through the sky, +Mine eyes would soon grow faint and dim, +My dizzy brain would reel and swim, +My yielding arms relax their hold, +And I in terror uncontrolled +Should fall into the raging sea +Where hungry sharks would feed on me. +Nor can I touch, of free accord, +The limbs of any save my lord. +If, by the giant forced away, +In his enfolding arms I lay, +Not mine, O Vanar, was the blame; +What could I do, a helpless dame? +Go, to my lord my message bear, +And bid him end my long despair.” +Canto XXXVIII. Síta's Gem. +Again the Vanar chief replied, +With her wise answer satisfied: +“Well hast thou said: thou canst not brave +The rushing wind, the roaring wave. +Thy woman's heart would sink with fear +Before the ocean shore were near. +And for thy dread lest limb of thine +Should for a while be touched by mine, +The modest fear is worthy one +Whose cherished lord is Raghu's son. +Yet when I sought to bear thee hence +I spoke the words of innocence, +Impelled to set the captive free +By friendship for thy lord and thee. +But if with me thou wilt not try +The passage of the windy sky, +Give me a gem that I may show, +Some token which thy lord may know.” +Again the Maithil lady spoke, +While tears and sobs her utterance broke: +“The surest of all signs is this, +To tell the tale of vanished bliss. +Thus in my name to Rama speak: +“Remember Chitrakúṭa's peak +And the green margin of the rill867 +That flows beside that pleasant hill, +Where thou and I together strayed +Delighting in the tangled shade. +There on the grass I sat with thee +And laid my head upon thy knee. +There came a greedy crow and pecked +The meat I waited to protect +And, heedless of the clods I threw, +About my head in circles flew, +Until by darling hunger pressed +He boldly pecked me on the breast. +I ran to thee in rage and grief +And prayed for vengeance on the thief. +Then Rama868 from his slumber rose +And smiled with pity at my woes. +Upon my bleeding breast he saw +The scratches made by beak and claw. +He laid an arrow on his bow, +And launched it at the shameless crow. +That shaft, with magic power endued, +The bird, where'er he flew, pursued, +Till back to Raghu's son he fled +And bent at Rama's feet his head.869 +Couldst thou for me with anger stirred +Launch that dire shaft upon a bird, +And yet canst pardon him who stole +The darling of thy heart and soul? +Rise up, O bravest of the brave, +And come in all thy might to save. +Come with the thunders of thy bow, +And smite to earth the Rakshas foe.” +She ceased; and from her glorious hair +She took a gem that sparkled there +A token which her husband's eyes +With eager love would recognize. +His head the Vanar envoy bent +In low obeisance reverent. +And on his finger bound the gem +She loosened from her diadem. +[I omit two Cantos of dialogue. Síta tells Hanuman again to convey her message to Rama and bid him hasten to rescue her. Hanuman replies as before that there is no one on earth equal to Rama, who will soon come and destroy Ravan. There is not a new idea in the two Cantos: all is reiteration.] + +[pg 417] +Canto XLI. The Ruin Of The Grove. +Dismissed with every honour due +The Vanar from the spot withdrew. +Then joyous thought the Wind-God's son: +“The mighty task is wellnigh done. +The three expedients I must leave; +The fourth alone can I achieve.870 +These dwellers in the giants' isle +No arts of mine can reconcile. +I cannot bribe: I cannot sow +Dissension mid the Rakshas foe. +Arts, gifts, address, these fiends despise; +But force shall yet their king chastise. +Perchance he may relent when all +The bravest of his chieftains fall. +This lovely grove will I destroy, +The cruel Ravan's pride and joy. +The garden where he takes his ease +Mid climbing plants and flowery trees +That lift their proud tops to the skies, +Dear to the tyrant as his eyes. +Then will he rouse in wrath, and lead +His legions with the car and steed +And elephants in long array, +And seek me thirsty for the fray. +The Rakshas legions will I meet, +And all his bravest host defeat; +Then, glorious from the bloody plain, +Turn to my lord the king again.” +Then every lovely tree that bore +Fair blossoms, from the soil he tore, +Till each green bough that lent its shade +To singing birds on earth was laid. +The wilderness he left a waste, +The fountains shattered and defaced: +O'erthrew and levelled with the ground +Each shady seat and pleasure-mound. +Each arbour clad with climbing bloom, +Each grotto, cell, and picture room, +Each lawn by beast and bird enjoyed, +Each walk and terrace was destroyed. +And all the place that was so fair +Was left a ruin wild and bare, +As if the fury of the blast +Or raging fire had o'er it passed. +Canto XLII. The Giants Roused. +The cries of startled birds, the sound +Of tall trees crashing to the ground, +Struck with amaze each giant's ear, +And filled the isle with sudden fear. +Then, wakened by the crash and cries, +The fierce shefiends unclosed their eyes, +And saw the Vanar where he stood +Amid the devastated wood. +The more to scare them with the view +To size immense the Vanar grew; +And straight the Rakshas warders cried +Janak's daughter terrified +“Whose envoy, whence, and who is he, +Why has he come to talk with thee? +Speak, lady of the lovely eyes, +And let not fear thy joy disguise.” +Then thus replied the Maithil dame +Of noble soul and perfect frame. +“Can I discern, with scanty skill, +These fiends who change their forms at will? +'Tis yours to say: your kin you meet; +A serpent knows a serpent's feet. +I weet not who he is: the sight +Has filled my spirit with affright.” +Some pressed round Síta in a ring; +Some bore the story to their king: +“A mighty creature of our race, +In monkey form, has reached the place. +He came within the grove,” they cried, +“He stood and talked by Síta's side, +He comes from Indra's court to her, +Or is Kuvera's messenger; +Or Rama sent the spy to seek +His consort, and her wrongs to wreak. +His crushing arm, his trampling feet +Have marred and spoiled that dear retreat, +And all the pleasant place which thou +So lovest is a ruin now. +The tree where Síta sat alone +Is spared where all are overthrown. +Perchance he saved the dame from harm: +Perchance the toil had numbed his arm.” +Then flashed the giant's eye with fire +Like that which lights the funeral pyre. +He bade his bravest Kinkars871 speed +[pg 418] +And to his feet the spoiler lead. +Forth from the palace, at his hest, +Twice forty thousand warriors pressed. +Burning for battle, strong and fierce, +With clubs to crush and swords to pierce, +They saw Hanúman near a porch, +And, thick as moths around a torch, +Rushed on the foe with wild attacks +Of mace and club and battle-axe. +As round him pressed the Rakshas crowd, +The wondrous monkey roared aloud, +That birds fell headlong from the sky: +Then spake he with a mighty cry: +“Long life to Daśaratha's heir, +And Lakshman, ever-glorious pair! +Long life to him who rules our race, +Preserved by noblest Rama's grace! +I am the slave of Kośal's king,872 +Whose wondrous deeds the minstrels sing. +Hanúman I, the Wind-God's seed: +Beneath this arm the foemen bleed. +I fear not, unapproached in might, +A thousand Ravan's ranged for fight, +Although in furious hands they rear +The hill and tree for sword and spear, +I will, before the giants' eyes, +Their city and their king chastise; +And, having communed with the dame, +Depart in triumph as I came.” +At that terrific roar and yell +The heart of every giant fell. +But still their king's command they feared +And pressed around with arms upreared. +Beside the porch a club was laid: +The Vanar caught it up, and swayed +The weapon round his head, and slew +The foremost of the Rakshas crew. +Thus Indra vanquished, thousand-eyed, +The Daityas who the Gods defied. +Then on the porch Hanúman sprang, +And loud his shout of triumph rang. +The giants looked upon the dead, +And turning to their monarch fled. +And Ravan with his spirit wrought +To frenzy by the tale they brought, +Urged to the fight Prahasta's son, +Of all his chiefs the mightiest one. +Canto XLIII. The Ruin Of The Temple. +The Wind-God's son a temple873 scaled +Which, by his fury unassailed, +High as the hill of Meru, stood +Amid the ruins of the wood; +And in his fury thundered out +Again his haughty battle-shout: +“I am the slave of Kośal's King +Whose wondrous deeds the minstrels sing.” +Forth hurried, by that shout alarmed, +The warders of the temple armed +With every weapon haste supplied, +And closed him in on every side, +With bands that strove to pierce and strike +With shaft and axe and club and pike. +Then from its base the Vanar tore +A pillar with the weight it bore. +Against the wall the mass he dashed, +And forth the flames in answer flashed, +That wildly ran o'er roofs and wall +In hungry rage consuming all. +He whirled the pillar round his head +And struck a hundred giants dead. +Then high upheld on air he rose +And called in thunder to his foes: +“A thousand Vanar chiefs like me +Roam at their will o'er land and sea, +Terrific might we all possess: +Our stormy speed is limitless. +And all, unconquered in the fray, +Our king Sugríva's word obey. +Backed by his bravest myriads, he +Our warrior lord will cross the sea. +Then Lanka's lofty towers, and all +Your hosts and Ravan's self shall fall. +None shall be left unslaughtered; none +Who braves the wrath of Raghu's son.” +Canto XLIV. Jambumali's Death. +Then Jambumali, pride and boast +For valour of the Rakshas host, +Prahasta's son supremely brave, +Obeyed the hest that Ravan gave: +Fierce warrior with terrific teeth, +With saguine robes and brilliant wreath. +A bow like Indra's own874, and store +[pg 419] +Of glittering shafts the chieftain bore. +And ever as the string he tried +The weapon with a roar replied, +Loud as the crashing thunder sent +By him who rules the firmament. +Soon as the foeman came in view +Borne on a car which asses drew, +The Vanar chieftain mighty-voiced +Shouted in triumph and rejoiced. +Prahasta's son his bow-string drew, +And swift the winged arrows flew, +One in the face the Vanar smote, +Another quivered in his throat. +Ten from the deadly weapon sent +His brawny arms and shoulders rent. +Then as he felt each galling shot +The Vanar's rage waxed fiercely hot. +He looked, and saw a mass of stone +That lay before his feet o'erthrown. +The mighty block he raised and threw, +And crashing through the air it flew. +But Jambumali shunned the blow, +And rained fresh arrows from his bow. +The Vanar's limbs were red with gore: +A Sal tree from the earth he tore, +And, ere he hurled it undismayed, +Above his head the missile swayed. +But shafts from Jambumali's bow +Cut through it ere his hand could throw. +And thigh and arm and chest and side +With streams of rushing blood were dyed. +Still unsubdued though wounded oft +The shattered trunk he raised aloft, +And down with well-directed aim +On Jambumali's chest it came. +There crushed upon the trampled grass +He lay an undistinguished mass, +The foeman's eye no more could see +His head or chest or arm or knee. +And bow and car and steeds875 and store +Of glittering shafts were seen no more. +When Jambumali's death he heard, +King Ravan's heart with rage was stirred +And forth his general's sons he sent, +For power and might preeminent. +Canto XLV. The Seven Defeated. +Forth went the seven in brave attire, +In glory brilliant as the fire, +Impetuous chiefs with massive bows, +The quellers of a host of foes: +Trained from their youth in martial lore, +And masters of the arms they bore: +Each emulous and fiercely bold, +And banners wrought with glittering gold +Waved o'er their chariots, drawn at speed +By coursers of the noblest breed. +On through the ruins of the grove +At Hanuman they fiercely drove, +And from the ponderous bows they strained +A shower of deadly arrows rained. +Then scarce was seen the Vanar's form +Enveloped in the arrowy storm. +So stands half veiled the Mountains' King +When rainy clouds about him cling. +By nimble turn, by rapid bound +He shunned the shafts that rained around, +Eluding, as in air he rose, +The rushing chariots of his foes. +The mighty Vanar undismayed +Amid his archer foemen played, +As plays the frolic wind on high +Mid bow-armed876 clouds that fill the sky. +He raised a mighty roar and yell +That fear on all the army fell, +And then, his warrior soul aglow +With fury, rushed upon the foe, +Some with his open hand he beat +To death and trampled with his feet; +Some with fierce nails he rent and slew, +And others with his fists o'erthrew; +Some with his legs, as on he rushed, +Some with his bulky chest he crushed; +While some struck senseless by his roar +Dropped on the ground and breathed no more, +The remnant, seized with sudden dread, +Turned from the grove and wildly fled. +The trampled earth was thickly strown +With steed and car and flag o'erthrown, +And the red blood in rivers flowed +From slaughtered fiends o'er path and road. +Canto XLVI. The Captains. +Mad with the rage of injured pride +King Ravan summoned to his side +The valiant five who led his host, +Supreme in war and honoured most. +“Go forth,” he cried, “with car and steed, +And to my feet this monkey lead, +But watch each chance of time and place +To seize this thing of silvan race. +For from his wondrous exploits he +No monkey of the woods can be, +[pg 420] +But some new kind of creature meant +To work us woe, by Indra sent. +Gandharvas, Nagas, and the best +Of Yakshas have our might confessed. +Have we not challenged and subdued +The whole celestial multitude? +Yet will you not, if you are wise, +A chief of monkey race despise. +For I myself have Bali known, +And King Sugríva's power I own. +But none of all their woodland throng +Was half so terrible and strong.” +Obedient to the words he spake +They hastened forth the foe to take. +Swift were the cars whereon they rode, +And bright their weapons flashed and glowed. +They saw: they charged in wild career +With sword and mace and axe and spear. +From Durdhar's bow five arrows sped +And quivered in the Vanar's head. +He rose and roared: the fearful sound +Made all the region echo round. +Then from above his weight he threw +On Durdhar's car that near him drew. +The weight that came with lightning speed +Crushed pole and axle, car and steed. +It shattered Durdhar's head and neck, +And left him lifeless mid the wreck. +Yúpaksha saw the warrior die, +And Virúpaksha heard his cry, +And, mad for vengeance for the slain, +They charged their Vanar foe again. +He rose in air: they onward pressed +And fiercely smote him on the breast. +In vain they struck his iron frame: +With eagle swoop to earth he came, +Tore from the ground a tree that grew +Beside him, and the demons slew. +Then Bhasakama raised his spear, +And Praghas with a laugh drew near, +And, maddened at the sight, the two +Against the undaunted Vanar flew. +As from his wounds the torrents flowed, +Like a red sun the Vanar showed. +He turned, a mountain peak to seize +With all its beasts and snakes and trees. +He hurled it on the pair: and they +Crushed, overwhelmed, beneath it lay. +Canto XLVII. The Death Of Aksha. +But Ravan, as his fury burned, +His eyes on youthful Aksha877 turned, +Who rose impetuous at his glance +And shouted for his bow and lance. +He rode upon a glorious car +That shot the light of gems afar. +His pennon waved mid glittering gold +And bright the wheels with jewels rolled, +By long and fierce devotion won +That car was splendid as the sun. +With rows of various weapons stored; +And thought-swift horses whirled their lord +Racing along the earth, or rose +High through the clouds whene'er he chose. +Then fierce and fearful war between +The Vanar and the fiend was seen. +The Gods and Asurs stood amazed, +And on the wondrous combat gazed. +A cry from earth rose long and shrill, +The wind was hushed, the sun grew chill. +The thunder bellowed from the sky, +And troubled ocean roared reply. +Thrice Aksha strained his dreadful bow, +Thrice smote his arrow on the foe, +And with full streams of crimson bled +Three gashes in the Vanar's head. +Then rose Hanúman in the air +To shun the shafts no life could bear. +But Aksha in his car pursued, +And from on high the fight renewed +With storm of arrows, thick as hail +When angry clouds some hill assail. +Impatient of that arrowy shower +The Vanar chief put forth his power, +Again above his chariot rose +And smote him with repeated blows. +Terrific came each deadly stroke: +Breast neck and arm and back he broke; +And Aksha fell to earth, and lay +With all his life-blood drained away. +Canto XLVIII. Hanuman Captured. +To Indrajít878 the bold and brave +The giant king his mandate gave: +“O trained in warlike science, best +In arms of all our mightiest, +Whose valour in the conflict shown +To Asurs and to Gods is known, +The Kinkars whom I sent are slain, +And Jambumalí and his train; +The lords who led our giant bands +Have fallen by the monkey's hands; +With shattered cars the ground is spread, +And Aksha lies amid the dead. +Thou art my best and bravest: go, +Unmatched in power, and slay the foe.” +[pg 421] +He heard the hest: he bent his head; +Athirst for battle forth he sped. +Four tigers fierce, of tawny hue, +With fearful teeth, his chariot drew. +Hanúman heard his strong bow clang, +And swiftly from the earth he sprang, +While weak and ineffective fell +The archer's shafts though pointed well. +The Rakshas 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. +Forth flew the shaft: the mystic charm +Stayed his swift feet and numbed his arm, +Through all his frame he felt the spell, +And motionless to earth he fell. +Nor would the reverent Vanar loose +The bonds that bound him as a noose. +He knew that Brahma's self had charmed +The weapon that his might disarmed. +They saw him helpless on the ground, +And all the giants pressed around, +And bonds of hemp and bark were cast +About his limbs to hold him fast. +They drew the ropes round feet and wrists; +They beat him with their hands and fists, +And dragged him as they strained the cord +With shouts of triumph to their lord.879 +Canto XLIX. Ravan. +On the fierce king Hanúman turned +His angry eyes that glowed and burned. +He saw him decked with wealth untold +Of diamond and pearl and gold, +And priceless was each wondrous gem +That sparkled in his diadem. +About his neck rich chains were twined, +The best that fancy e'er designed, +And a fair robe with pearls bestrung +Down from his mighty shoulders hung. +Ten heads he reared,880 as Mandar's hill +Lifts woody peaks which tigers fill, +Bright were his eyes, and bright, beneath, +The flashes of his awful teeth. +His brawny arms of wondrous size +Were decked with rings and scented dyes. +His hands like snakes with five long heads +Descending from their mountain beds. +He sat upon a crystal throne +Inlaid with wealth of precious stone, +Whereon, of noblest work, was set +A gold-embroidered coverlet. +Behind the monarch stood the best +Of beauteous women gaily dressed, +And each her giant master fanned, +Or waved a chourie in her hand. +Four noble courtiers881 wise and good +In counsel, near the monarch stood, +As the four oceans ever stand +About the sea-encompassed land. +Still, though his heart with rage was fired, +The Vanar marvelled and admired: +“O what a rare and wondrous sight! +What beauty, majesty, and might! +All regal pomp combines to grace +This ruler of the Rakshas race. +He, if he scorned not right and law, +Might guide the world with tempered awe: +Yea, Indra and the Gods on high +Might on his saving power rely.” +Canto L. Prahasta's Questions. +Then fierce the giant's fury blazed +As on Hanúman's form he gazed, +And shaken by each wild surmise +He spake aloud with flashing eyes: +“Can this be Nandi882 standing here, +The mighty one whom all revere? +Who once on high Kailasa's hill +Pronounced the curse that haunts me still? +Or is the woodland creature one +Of Asur race, or Bali's883 son? +The wretch with searching question try: +Learn who he is, and whence; and why +He marred the glory of the grove, +And with my captains fiercely strove.” +[pg 422] +Prahasta heard his lord's behest, +And thus the Vanar chief addressed: +“O monkey stranger be consoled: +Fear not, and let thy heart be bold. +If thou by Indra's mandate sent +Thy steps to Lanka's isle hast bent, +With fearless words the cause explain, +And freedom thou shalt soon regain. +Or if thou comest as a spy +Despatched by Vishnu in the sky, +Or sent by Yama, or the Lord +Of Riches, hast our town explored; +Proved by the prowess thou hast shown +No monkey save in form alone; +Speak boldly all the truth, and be +Released from bonds, unharmed and free. +But falsehood spoken to our king +Swift punishment of death will bring.” +He ceased: the Vanar made reply; +“Not Indra's messenger am I, +Nor came I hither to fulfil +Kuvera's hest or Vishnu's will. +I stand before the giants here +A Vanar e'en as I appear. +I longed to see the king: 'twas hard +To win my way through gate and guard. +And so to gain my wish I laid +In ruin that delightful shade. +No fiend, no God of heavenly kind +With bond or chain these limbs may bind. +The Eternal Sire himself of old +Vouchsafed the boon that makes me bold, +From Brahma's magic shaft released884 +I knew the captor's power had ceased, +The fancied bonds I freely brooked, +And thus upon the king have looked. +My way to Lanka have I won, +A messenger from Raghu's son.” +Canto LI. Hanuman's Reply. +“My king Sugríva greets thee fair, +And bids me thus his rede declare. +Son of the God of Wind, by name +Hanuman, to this isle I came. +To set the Maithil lady free +I crossed the barrier of the sea. +I roamed in search of her and found +Her weeping in that lovely ground. +Thou in the lore of duty trained, +Who hast by stern devotion gained +This wondrous wealth and power and fame +Shouldst fear to wrong another's dame. +Hear thou my counsel, and be wise: +No fiend, no dweller in the skies +Can bear the shafts by Lakshman shot, +Or Rama when his wrath is hot. +O Giant King, repent the crime +And soothe him while there yet is time. +Now be the Maithil queen restored +Uninjured to her sorrowing lord. +Soon wilt thou rue thy dire mistake: +She is no woman but a snake, +Whose very deadly bite will be +The ruin of thy house and thee. +Thy pride has led thy thoughts astray, +That fancy not a hand may slay +The monarch of the giants, screened +From mortal blow of God and fiend. +Sugríva still thy death may be: +No Yaksha, fiend, or God is he, +And Rama from a woman springs, +The mortal seed of mortal kings. +O think how Bali fell subdued; +Think on thy slaughtered multitude. +Respect those brave and strong allies; +Consult thy safety, and be wise. +I, even I, no helper need +To overthrow, with car and steed, +Thy city Lanka half divine: +The power but not the will is mine. +For Raghu's son, before his friend +The Vanar monarch, swore to end +With his own conquering arm the life +Of him who stole his darling wife. +Turn, and be wise, O Ravan turn; +Or thou wilt see thy Lanka burn, +And with thy wives, friends, kith and kin +Be ruined for thy senseless sin.” +Canto LII. Vibhishan's Speech. +Then Ravan spake with flashing eye: +“Hence with the Vanar: let him die.” +Vibhishan heard the stern behest, +And pondered in his troubled breast; +Then, trained in arts that soothe and please +Addressed the king in words like these: +“Revoke, my lord, thy fierce decree, +And hear the words I speak to thee. +Kings wise and noble ne'er condemn +To death the envoys sent to them. +Such deed the world's contempt would draw +On him who breaks the ancient law.885 +Observe the mean where justice lies, +And spare his life but still chastise.” +[pg 423] +Then forth the tyrant's fury broke, +And thus in angry words he spoke: +“O hero, when the wicked bleed +No sin or shame attends the deed. +The Vanar's blood must needs be spilt, +The penalty of heinous guilt.” +Again Vibhishan made reply: +“Nay, hear me, for he must not die. +Hear the great law the wise declare: +“Thy foeman's envoy thou shalt spare.” +'Tis true he comes an open foe: +'Tis true his hands have wrought us woe, +But law allows thee, if thou wilt, +A punishment to suit the guilt. +The mark of shame, the scourge, the brand, +The shaven head, the wounded hand. +Yea, were the Vanar envoy slain, +Where, King of giants, were the gain? +On them alone, on them who sent +The message, be the punishment. +For spake he well or spake he ill, +He spake obedient to their will, +And, if he perish, who can bear +Thy challenge to the royal pair? +Who, cross the ocean and incite +Thy death-doomed enemies to fight?” +Canto LIII. The Punishment. +King Ravan, by his pleading moved, +The counsel of the chief approved: +“Thy words are wise and true: to kill +An envoy would beseem us ill. +Yet must we for his crime invent +Some fitting mode of punishment. +The tail, I fancy, is the part +Most cherished by a monkey's heart. +Make ready: set his tail aflame, +And let him leave us as he came, +And thus disfigured and disgraced +Back to his king and people haste.” +The giants heard their monarch's speech; +And, filled with burning fury, each +Brought strips of cotton cloth, and round +The monkey's tail the bandage wound. +As round his tail the bands they drew +His mighty form dilating grew +Vast as the flame that bursts on high +Where trees are old and grass is dry. +Each band and strip they soaked in oil, +And set on fire the twisted coil. +Delighted as they viewed the blaze, +The cruel demons stood at gaze: +And mid loud drums and shells rang out +The triumph of their joyful shout. +They pressed about him thick and fast +As through the crowded streets he passed, +Observing with attentive care +Each rich and wondrous structure there, +Still heedless of the eager cry +That rent the air, The spy! the spy! +Some to the captive lady ran, +And thus in joyous words began: +“That copper-visaged monkey, he +Who in the garden talked with thee, +Through Lanka's town is led a show, +And round his tail the red flames glow.” +The mournful news the lady heard +That with fresh grief her bosom stirred. +Swift to the kindled fire she went +And prayed before it reverent: +“If I my husband have obeyed, +And kept the ascetic vows I made, +Free, ever free, from stain and blot, +O spare the Vanar; harm him not.” +Then leapt on high the flickering flame +And shone in answer to the dame. +The pitying fire its rage forbore: +The Vanar felt the heat no more. +Then, to minutest size reduced, +The bonds that bound his limbs he loosed, +And, freed from every band and chain, +Rose to his native size again. +He seized a club of ponderous weight +That lay before him by the gate, +Rushed at the fiends that hemmed him round, +And laid them lifeless on the ground. +Through Lanka's town again he strode, +And viewed each street and square and road,— +Still wreathed about with harmless blaze, +A sun engarlanded with rays. +[pg 424] +Canto LIV. The Burning Of Lanka. +“What further deed remains to do +To vex the Rakshas king anew? +The beauty of his grove is marred, +Killed are the bravest of his guard. +The captains of his host are slain; +But forts and palaces remain, +Swift is the work and light the toil +Each fortress of the foe to spoil.” +Reflecting thus, his tail ablaze +As through the cloud red lightning plays, +He scaled the palaces and spread +The conflagration where he sped. +From house to house he hurried on, +And the wild flames behind him shone. +Each mansion of the foe he scaled, +And furious fire its roof assailed +Till all the common ruin shared: +Vibhishan's house alone was spared. +From blazing pile to pile he sprang, +And loud his shout of triumph rang, +As roars the doomsday cloud when all +The worlds in dissolution fall. +The friendly wind conspired to fan +The hungry flames that leapt and ran, +And spreading in their fury caught +The gilded walls with pearls inwrought, +Till each proud palace reeled and fell +As falls a heavenly citadel. +Loud was the roar the demons raised +Mid walls that split and beams that blazed, +As each with vain endeavour strove +To stay the flames in house or grove. +The women, with dishevelled hair, +Flocked to the roofs in wild despair, +Shrieked out for succour, wept aloud, +And fell, like lightning from a cloud. +He saw the flames ascend and curl +Round turkis, diamond, and pearl, +While silver floods and molten gold +From ruined wall and latice rolled. +As fire grows fiercer as he feeds +On wood and grass and crackling reeds, +So Hanúman the ruin eyed +With fury still unsatisfied. +Canto LV. Fear For Síta. +But other thoughts resumed their sway +When Lanka's town in ruin lay; +And, as his bosom felt their weight +He stood a while to meditate. +“What have I done?”, he thought with shame, +“Destroyed the town with hostile flame. +O happy they whose firm control +Checks the wild passion of the soul; +Who on the fires of anger throw +The cooling drops that check their glow. +But woe is me, whom wrath could lead +To do this senseless shameless deed. +The town to fire and death I gave, +Nor thought of her I came to save,— +Doomed by my own rash folly, doomed +To perish in the flames consumed. +If I, when anger drove me wild, +Have caused the death of Janak's child, +The kindled flame shall end my woe, +Or the deep fires that burn below,886 +Or my forsaken corse shall be +Food for the monsters of the sea. +How can I meet Sugríva? how +Before the royal brothers bow,— +I whose rash deed has madly foiled, +The noble work in which we toiled? +Or has her own bright virtue shed +Its guardian influence round her head? +She lives untouched,—the peerless dame; +Flame has no fury for the flame.887 +The very fire would ne'er consent +To harm a queen so excellent,— +The high-souled Rama's faithful wife, +Protected by her holy life. +She lives, she lives. Why should I fear +For one whom Raghu's sons hold dear? +Has not the pitying fire that spared +The Vanar for the lady cared?” +Such were his thoughts: he pondered long, +And fear grew faint and hope grew strong. +Then round him heavenly voices rang, +And, sweetly tuned, his praises sang: +“O glorious is the exploit done +By Hanuman the Wind-God's son. +The flames o'er Lanka's city rise: +The giants' home in ruin lies. +O'er roof and wall the fires have spread, +Nor harmed a hair of Síta's head.” +Canto LVI. Mount Arishta. +He looked upon the burning waste, +Then sought the queen in joyous haste, +With words of hope consoled her heart, +And made him ready to depart. +[pg 425] +He scaled Arishṭa's glorious steep +Whose summits beetled o'er the deep. +The woods in varied beauty dressed +Hung like a garland round his crest, +And clouds of ever changing hue +A robe about his shoulders threw. +On him the rays of morning fell +To wake the hill they loved so well, +And bid unclose those splendid eyes +That glittered in his mineral dyes. +He woke to hear the music made +By thunders of the white cascade, +While every laughing rill that sprang +From crag to crag its carol sang. +For arms, he lifted to the stars +His towering stems of Deodars, +And morning heard his pealing call +In tumbling brook and waterfall. +He trembled when his woods were pale +And bowed beneath the autumn gale, +And when his vocal reeds were stirred +His melancholy moan was heard. +Far down against the mountain's feet +The Vanar heard the wild waves beat; +Then turned his glances to the north. +Sprang from the peak and bounded forth, +The mountain felt the fearful shock +And trembled through his mass of rock. +The tallest trees were crushed and rent +And headlong to the valley sent, +And as the rocking shook each cave +Loud was the roar the lions gave. +Forth from the shaken cavern came +Fierce serpents with their tongues aflame; +And every Yaksha, wild with dread, +And Kinnar and Gandharva, fled. +Canto LVII. Hanuman's Return. +Still, like a winged mountain, he +Sprang forward through the airy sea,888 +And rushing through the ether drew +The clouds to follow as he flew, +Through the great host around him spread, +Grey, golden, dark, and white, and red. +Now in a sable cloud immersed, +Now from its gloomy pall he burst, +Like the bright Lord of Stars concealed +A moment, and again revealed. +Sunabha889 passed, he neared the coast +Where waited still the Vanar host. +They heard a rushing in the skies, +And lifted up their wondering eyes. +His wild triumphant shout they knew +That louder still and louder grew, +And Jambavan with eager voice +Called on the Vanars to rejoice: +“Look he returns, the Wind-God's son, +And full success his toils have won; +Triumphant is the shout that comes +Like music of a thousand drums.” +Up sprang the Vanars from the ground +And listened to the wondrous sound +Of hurtling arm and thigh as through +The region of the air he flew, +Loud as the wind, when tempests rave, +Roars in the prison of the cave. +From crag to crag, from height to height; +They bounded in their mad delight, +And when he touched the mountain's crest, +With reverent welcome round him pressed. +They brought him of their woodland fruits, +They brought him of the choicest roots, +And laughed and shouted in their glee +The noblest of their chiefs to see. +Nor Hanuman delayed to greet +Sage Jambavan with reverence meet; +To Angad and the chiefs he bent +For age and rank preëminent, +And briefly spoke: “These eyes have seen, +These lips addressed, the Maithil queen.” +They sat beneath the waving trees, +And Angad spoke in words like these: +“O noblest of the Vanar kind +For valour power and might combined, +To thee triumphant o'er the foe +Our hopes, our lives and all we owe. +O faithful heart in perils tried, +[pg 426] +Which toil nor fear could turn aside, +Thy deed the lady will restore, +And Rama's heart will ache no more.”890 +Canto LVIII. The Feast Of Honey. +They rose in air: the region grew +Dark with their shadow as they flew. +Swift to a lovely grove891 they came +That rivalled heavenly Nandan's892 fame; +Where countless bees their honey stored,— +The pleasance of the Vanars' lord, +To every creature fenced and barred, +Which Dadhimukh was set to guard, +A noble Vanar, brave and bold, +Sugríva's uncle lofty-souled. +To Angad came with one accord +The Vanars, and besought their lord +That they those honeyed stores might eat +That made the grove so passing sweet. +He gave consent: they sought the trees +Thronged with innumerable bees. +They rifled all the treasured store, +And ate the fruit the branches bore, +And still as they prolonged the feast +Their merriment and joy increased. +Drunk with the sweets, they danced and bowed, +They wildly sang, they laughed aloud, +Some climbed and sprang from tree to tree, +Some sat and chattered in their glee. +Some scaled the trees which creepers crowned, +And rained the branches to the ground. +There with loud laugh a Vanar sprang +Close to his friend who madly sang, +In doleful mood another crept +To mix his tears with one who wept. +Then Dadhimukh with fury viewed +The intoxicated multitude. +He looked upon the rifled shade, +And all the ruin they had made; +Then called with angry voice, and strove +To save the remnant of the grove. +But warning cries and words were spurned, +And angry taunt and threat returned. +Then fierce and wild contention rose: +With furious words he mingled blows. +They by no shame or fear withheld, +By drunken mood and ire impelled, +Used claws, and teeth, and hands, and beat +The keeper under trampling feet. +[Three Cantos consisting of little but repetitions are omitted. Dadhimukh escapes from the infuriated monkeys and hastens to Sugríva to report their misconduct. Sugríva infers that Hanuman and his band have been successful in their search, and that the exuberance of spirits and the mischief complained of, are but the natural expression of their joy. Dadhimukh obtains little sympathy from Sugríva, and is told to return and send the monkeys on with all possible speed.] + +Canto LXV. The Tidings. +On to Praśravan's hill they sped +Where blooming trees their branches spread. +To Raghu's sons their heads they bent +And did obeisance reverent. +Then to their king, by Angad led, +Each Vanar chieftain bowed his head; +And Hanuman the brave and bold +His tidings to the monarch told; +But first in Rama's hand he placed +The gem that Síta's brow had graced: +“I crossed the sea: I searched a while +For Síta in the giants' isle. +I found her vext with taunt and threat +By demon guards about her set. +Her tresses twined in single braid, +On the bare earth her limbs were laid. +Sad were her eyes: her cheeks were pale +As shuddering flowers in winter's gale. +I stood beside the weeping dame, +And gently whispered Rama's name: +With cheering words her grief consoled, +And then the whole adventure told. +She weeps afar beyond the sea, +And her true heart is still with thee. +She gave a sign that thou wouldst know, +She bids thee think upon the crow, +And bright mark pressed upon her brow +When none was nigh but she and thou. +She bids thee take this precious stone, +The sea-born gem thou long hast known. +“And I,” she said, “will dull the sting +Of woe by gazing on the ring. +One little month shall I sustain +This life oppressed with woe and pain: +And when the month is ended, I +The giants' prey must surely die.’ ” +[pg 427] +Canto LXVI. Rama's Speech. +There ceased the Vanar: Rama pressed +The treasured jewel to his breast, +And from his eyes the waters broke +As to the Vanar king he spoke: +“As o'er her babe the mother weeps, +This flood of tears the jewel steeps. +This gem that shone on Síta's head +Was Janak's gift when we were wed, +And the pure brow that wore it lent +New splendour to the ornament. +This gem, bright offspring of the wave, +The King of Heaven to Janak gave, +Whose noble sacrificial rite +Had filled the God with new delight. +Now, as I gaze upon the prize, +Methinks I see my father's eyes. +Methinks I see before me stand +The ruler of Videha's land.893 +Methinks mine arms are folded now +Round her who wore it on her brow. +Speak, Hanuman, O say, dear friend, +What message did my darling send? +O speak, and let thy words impart +Their gentle dew to cool my heart. +Ah, 'tis the crown of woe to see +This gem and ask “Where, where is she?” +If for one month her heart be strong, +Her days of life will yet be long. +But I, with naught to lend relief, +This very day must die of grief. +Come, Hanuman, and quickly guide +The mourner to his darling's side. +O lead me—thou hast learnt the way— +I cannot and I will not stay. +How can my gentle love endure, +So timid, delicate, and pure, +The dreadful demons fierce and vile +Who watch her in the guarded isle? +No more the light of beauty shines +From Síta as she weeps and pines. +But pain and sorrow, cloud on cloud +Her moonlight glory dim and shroud. +O speak, dear Hanuman, and tell +Each word that from her sweet lips fell, +Her words, her words alone can give +The healing balm to make me live.”894 +BOOK VI.895 +Canto I. Rama's Speech. +The son of Raghu heard, consoled, +The wondrous tale Hanuman told; +And, as his joyous hope grew high, +In friendly words he made reply: +“Behold a mighty task achieved, +Which never heart but his conceived. +Who else across the sea can spring, +Save Vayu896 and the Feathered King?897 +Who, pass the portals strong and high +Which Nagas,898 Gods, and fiends defy, +Where Ravan's hosts their station keep,— +And come uninjured o'er the deep? +By such a deed the Wind-God's son +Good service to the king has done, +And saved from ruin and disgrace +Lakshman and me and Raghu's race. +Well has he planned and bravely fought, +And with due care my lady sought. +But of the sea I sadly think, +And the sweet hopes that cheered me sink. +How can we cross the leagues of foam +That keep us from the giant's home? +What can the Vanar legions more +Than muster on the ocean shore?” +Canto II. Sugríva's Speech. +He ceased: and King Sugríva tried +To calm his grief, and thus replied: +“'Be to thy nobler nature true, +Nor let despair thy soul subdue. +This cloud of causeless woe dispel, +For all as yet has prospered well, +And we have traced thy queen, and know +The dwelling of our Rakshas foe. +Arise, consult: thy task must be +To cast a bridge athwart the sea, +The city of our foe to reach +That crowns the mountain by the beach; +[pg 428] +And when our feet that isle shall tread, +Rejoice and deem thy foeman dead. +The sea unbridged, his walls defy +Both fiends and children of the sky, +Though at the fierce battalions' head +Lord Indra's self the onset led. +Yea, victory is thine before +The long bridge touch the farther shore, +So fleet and fierce and strong are these +Who limb them as their fancies please. +Away with grief and sad surmise +That mar the noblest enterprise, +And with their weak suspicion blight +The sage's plan, the hero's might. +Come, this degenerate weakness spurn, +And bid thy dauntless heart return, +For each fair hope by grief is crossed +When those we love are dead or lost. +Arise, O best of those who know, +Arm for the giant's overthrow. +None in the triple world I see +Who in the fight may equal thee; +None who before thy face may stand +And brave the bow that arms thy hand, +Trust to these mighty Vanars: they +With full success thy trust will pay, +When thou shalt reach the robber's hold, +And loving arms round Síta fold.” +Canto III. Lanka. +He ceased: and Raghu's son gave heed, +Attentive to his prudent rede: +Then turned again, with hope inspired, +To Hanuman, and thus inquired: +“Light were the task for thee, I ween, +To bridge the sea that gleams between +The mainland and the island shore. +Or dry the deep and guide as o'er. +Fain would I learn from thee whose feet +Have trod the stones of every street, +Of fenced Lanka's towers and forts, +And walls and moats and guarded ports, +And castles where the giants dwell, +And battlemented citadel. +O Vayu's son, describe it all, +With palace, fort, and gate, and wall.” +He ceased: and, skilled in arts that guide +The eloquent, the chief replied: +“Vast is the city, gay and strong, +Where elephants unnumbered throng, +And countless hosts of Rakshas breed +Stand ready by the car and steed. +Four massive gates, securely barred, +All entrance to the city guard, +With murderous engines fixt to throw +Bolt, arrow, rock to check the foe, +And many a mace with iron head +That strikes at once a hundred dead. +Her golden ramparts wide and high +With massy strength the foe defy, +Where inner walls their rich inlay +Of coral, turkis, pearl display. +Her circling moats are broad and deep, +Where ravening monsters dart and leap. +By four great piers each moat is spanned +Where lines of deadly engines stand. +In sleepless watch at every gate +Unnumbered hosts of giants wait, +And, masters of each weapon, rear +The threatening pike and sword and spear. +My fury hurled those ramparts down, +Filled up the moats that gird the town, +The piers and portals overturned, +And stately Lanka spoiled and burned. +Howe'er we Vanars force our way +O'er the wide seat of Varun's899 sway, +Be sure that city of the foe +Is doomed to sudden overthrow, +Nay, why so vast an army lead? +Brave Angad, Dwivid good at need, +Fierce Mainda, Panas famed in fight, +And Níla's skill and Nala's might, +And Jambavan the strong and wise, +Will dare the easy enterprise. +Assailed by these shall Lanka fall +With gate and rampart, tower and wall. +Command the gathering, chief: and they +In happy hour will haste away.” +Canto IV. The March. +He ceased; and spurred by warlike pride +The impetuous son of Raghu cried: +“Soon shall mine arm with wrathful joy +That city of the foe destroy. +Now, chieftain, now collect the host, +And onward to the southern coast! +The sun in his meridian tower +Gives glory to the Vanar power. +The demon lord who stole my queen +By timely flight his life may screen. +She, when she knows her lord is near, +Will cling to hope and banish fear, +Saved like a dying wretch who sips +The drink of Gods with fevered lips. +Arise, thy troops to battle lead: +All happy omens counsel speed. +The Lord of Stars in favouring skies +Bodes glory to our enterprise. +This arm shall slay the fiend; and she, +My consort, shall again be free. +[pg 429] +Mine upward-throbbing eye foreshows +The longed-for triumph o'er my foes. +Far in the van be Níla's post, +To scan the pathway for the host, +And let thy bravest and thy best, +A hundred thousand, wait his hest. +Go forth, O warrior Níla, lead +The legions on through wood and mead +Where pleasant waters cool the ground, +And honey, flowers, and fruit abound. +Go, and with timely care prevent +The Rakshas foeman's dark intent. +With watchful troops each valley guard +Ere brooks and fruits and roots be marred +And search each glen and leafy shade +For hostile troops in ambuscade. +But let the weaklings stay behind: +For heroes is our task designed. +Let thousands of the Vanar breed +The vanguard of the armies lead: +Fierce and terrific must it be +As billows of the stormy sea. +There be the hill-huge Gaja's place, +And Gavaya's, strongest of his race, +And, like the bull that leads the herd, +Gavaksha's, by no fears deterred +Let Rishabh, matchless in the might +Of warlike arms, protect our right, +And Gandhamadan next in rank +Defend and guide the other flank. +I, like the God who rules the sky +Borne on Airavat900 mounted high +On stout Hanúman's back will ride, +The central host to cheer and guide. +Fierce as the God who rules below, +On Angad's back let Lakshman show +Like him who wealth to mortals shares,901 +The lord whom Sarvabhauma902 bears. +The bold Sushen's impetuous might, +And Vegadarśí's piercing sight, +And Jambavan whom bears revere, +Illustrious three, shall guard the rear.” +He ceased, the royal Vanar heard, +And swift, obedient to his word, +Sprang forth in numbers none might tell +From mountain, cave, and bosky dell, +From rocky ledge and breezy height, +Fierce Vanars burning for the fight. +And Rama's course was southward bent +Amid the mighty armament. +On, joyous, pressed in close array +The hosts who owned Sugríva's sway, +With nimble feet, with rapid bound +Exploring, ere they passed, the ground, +While from ten myriad throats rang out +The challenge and the battle shout. +On roots and honeycomb they fed, +And clusters from the boughs o'erhead, +Or from the ground the tall trees tore +Rich with the flowery load they bore. +Some carried comrades, wild with mirth, +Then cast their riders to the earth, +Who swiftly to their feet arose +And overthrew their laughing foes. +While still rang out the general cry, +“King Ravan and his fiends shall die,” +Still on, exulting in the pride +Of conscious strength, the Vanars hied, +And gazed where noble Sahya, best +Of mountains, raised each towering crest. +They looked on lake and streamlet, where +The lotus bloom was bright and fair, +Nor marched—for Rama's hest they feared +Where town or haunt of men appeared. +Still onward, fearful as the waves +Of Ocean when he roars and raves, +Led by their eager chieftains, went +The Vanars' countless armament. +Each captain, like a noble steed +Urged by the lash to double speed. +Pressed onward, filled with zeal and pride, +By Rama's and his brother's side, +Who high above the Vanar throng +On mighty backs were borne along, +Like the great Lords of Day and Night +Seized by eclipsing planets might. +Then Lakshman radiant as the morn, +On Angad's shoulders high upborne. +With sweet consoling words that woke +New ardour, to his brother spoke: +“Soon shalt thou turn, thy queen regained +And impious Ravan's life-blood drained, +In happiness and high renown +To dear Ayodhya's happy town. +I see around exceeding fair +All omens of the earth and air. +Auspicious breezes sweet and low +To greet the Vanar army blow, +And softly to my listening ear +Come the glad cries of bird and deer. +Bright is the sky around us, bright +Without a cloud the Lord of Light, +And Śukra903 with propitious love +Looks on thee from his throne above. +The pole-star and the Sainted Seven904 +Shine brightly in the northern heaven, +And great Triśanku,905 glorious king, +[pg 430] +Ikshvaku's son from whom we spring, +Beams in unclouded glory near +His holy priest906 whom all revere. +Undimmed the two Viśakhas907 shine, +The strength and glory of our line, +And Nairrit's908 influence that aids +Our Rakshas foemen faints and fades. +The running brooks are fresh and fair, +The boughs their ripening clusters bear, +And scented breezes gently sway +The leaflet of the tender spray. +See, with a glory half divine +The Vanars' ordered legions shine, +Bright as the Gods' exultant train +Who saw the demon Tarak slain. +O let thine eyes these signs behold, +And bid thy heart be glad and bold.” +The Vanar squadrons densely spread +O'er all the country onward sped, +While rising from the rapid beat +Of bears' and monkeys' hastening feet. +Dust hid the earth with thickest veil, +And made the struggling sunbeams pale. +Now where Mahendra's peaks arise +Came Rama of the lotus eyes +And the long arm's resistless might, +And clomb the mountain's wood-crowned height. +Thence Daśaratha's son beheld +Where billowy Ocean rose and swelled, +Past Malaya's peaks and Sahya's chain +The Vanar legions reached the main, +And stood in many a marshalled band +On loud-resounding Ocean's strand. +To the fair wood that fringed the tide +Came Daśaratha's son, and cried: +“At length, my lord Sugríva, we +Have reached King Varun's realm the sea, +And one great thought, still-vexing, how +To cross the flood, awaits us now. +The broad deep ocean, that denies +A passage, stretched before us lies. +Then let us halt and plan the while +How best to storm the giant's isle.” +He ceased: Sugríva on the coast +By trees o'ershadowed stayed the host, +That seemed in glittering lines to be +The bright waves of a second sea. +Then from the shore the captains gazed +On billows which the breezes raised +To fury, as they dashed in foam +O'er Varun's realm, the Asurs' home:909 +The sea that laughed with foam, and danced +With waves whereon the sunbeams glanced: +Where, when the light began to fade, +Huge crocodiles and monsters played; +And, when the moon went up the sky, +The troubled billows rose on high +From the wild watery world whereon +A thousand moons reflected shone: +Where awful serpents swam and showed +Their fiery crests which flashed and glowed, +Illumining the depths of hell, +The prison where the demons dwell. +The eye, bewildered, sought in vain +The bounding line of sky and main: +Alike in shade, alike in glow +Were sky above and sea below. +There wave-like clouds by clouds were chased, +Here cloud-like billows roared and raced: +Then shone the stars, and many a gem +That lit the waters answered them. +They saw the great-souled Ocean stirred +To frenzy by the winds, and heard, +Loud as ten thousand drums, the roar +Of wild waves dashing on the shore. +They saw him mounting to defy +With deafening voice the troubled sky. +And the deep bed beneath him swell +In fury as the billows fell. +Canto V. Rama's Lament. +There on the coast in long array +The Vanars' marshalled legions lay, +Where Níla's care had ordered well +The watch of guard and sentinel, +And Mainda moved from post to post +With Dwivid to protect the host. +Then Rama stood by Lakshman's side, +And mastered by his sorrow cried: +“My brother dear, the heart's distress, +As days wear on, grows less and less. +But my deep-seated grief, alas, +Grows fiercer as the seasons pass. +Though for my queen my spirit longs, +And broods indignant o'er my wrongs, +Still wilder is my grief to know +That her young life is passed in woe. +Breathe, gentle gale, O breathe where she +Lies prisoned, and then breathe on me, +[pg 431] +And, though my love I may not meet, +Thy kiss shall be divinely sweet. +Ah, by the giant's shape appalled, +On her dear lord for help she called, +Still in mine ears the sad cry rings +And tears my heart with poison stings. +Through the long daylight and the gloom +Of night wild thoughts of her consume +My spirit, and my love supplies +The torturing flame which never dies. +Leave me, my brother; I will sleep +Couched on the bosom of the deep, +For the cold wave may bring me peace +And bid the fire of passion cease. +One only thought my stay must be, +That earth, one earth, holds her and me, +To hear, to know my darling lives +Some life-supporting comfort gives, +As streams from distant fountains run +O'er meadows parching in the sun. +Ah when, my foeman at my feet, +Shall I my queen, my glory, meet, +The blossom of her dear face raise +And on her eyes enraptured gaze, +Press her soft lips to mine again, +And drink a balm to banish pain! +Alas, alas! where lies she now, +My darling of the lovely brow? +On the cold earth, no help at hand, +Forlorn amid the Rakshas band, +King Janak's child still calls on me, +Her lord and love, to set her free. +But soon in glory will she rise +A crescent moon in autumn skies, +And those dark rovers of the night, +Like scattered clouds shall turn in flight.” +Canto VI. Ravan's Speech. +But when the giant king surveyed +His glorious town in ruin laid, +And each dire sign of victory won +By Hanuman the Wind-God's son, +He vailed his angry eyes oppressed +By shame, and thus his lords addressed: +“The Vanar spy has passed the gate +Of Lanka long inviolate, +Eluded watch and ward, and seen +With his bold eyes the captive queen. +My royal roof with flames is red, +The bravest of my lords are dead, +And the fierce Vanar in his hate +Has left our city desolate. +Now ponder well the work that lies +Before us, ponder and advise. +With deep-observing judgment scan +The peril, and mature a plan. +From counsel, sages say, the root, +Springs victory, most glorious fruit. +First ranks the king, when woe impends +Who seeks the counsel of his friends, +Of kinsmen ever faithful found, +Or those whose hopes with his are bound, +Then with their aid his strength applies, +And triumphs in his enterprise. +Next ranks the prince who plans alone, +No counsel seeks to aid his own, +Weighs loss and gain and wrong and right, +And seeks success with earnest might. +Unwisest he who spurns delays, +Who counts no cost, no peril weighs, +Speeds to his aim, defying fate, +And risks his all, precipitate. +Thus too in counsel sages find +A best, a worst, a middle kind. +When gathered counsellors explore +The way by light of holy lore, +And all from first to last agree, +Is the best counsel of the three. +Next, if debate first waxes high, +And each his chosen plan would try +Till all agree at last, we deem +This counsel second in esteem. +Worst of the three is this, when each +Assails with taunt his fellow's speech; +When all debate, and no consent +Concludes the angry argument. +Consult then, lords; my task shall be +To crown with act your wise decree. +With thousands of his wild allies +The vengeful Rama hither hies; +With unresisted might and speed +Across the flood his troops will lead, +Or for the Vanar host will drain +The channels of the conquered main.” +Canto VII. Ravan Encouraged. +He ceased: they scorned, with blinded eyes, +The foeman and his bold allies, +Raised reverent hands with one accord, +And thus made answer to their lord: +“Why yield thee, King, to causeless fear? +A mighty host with sword and spear +And mace and axe and pike and lance +Waits but thy signal to advance. +Art thou not he who slew of old +The Serpent-Gods, and stormed their hold; +Scaled Mount Kailasa and o'erthrew +Kuvera910 and his Yaksha crew, +[pg 432] +Compelling Śiva's haughty friend +Beneath a mightier arm to bend? +Didst thou not bring from realms afar +The marvel of the magic car, +When they who served Kuvera fell +Crushed in their mountain citadel? +Attracted by thy matchless fame +To thee, a suppliant, Maya came, +The lord of every Danav band, +And won thee with his daughter's hand. +Thy arm in hell itself was felt, +Where Vasuki911 and Śankha dwelt, +And they and Takshak, overthrown, +Were forced thy conquering might to own. +The Gods in vain their blessing gave +To heroes bravest of the brave, +Who strove a year and, sorely pressed, +Their victor's peerless might confessed. +In vain their magic arts they tried, +In vain thy matchless arm defied +King Varun's sons with fourfold force, +Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, +But for a while thy power withstood, +And, conquered, mourned their hardihood. +Thou hast encountered, face to face, +King Yama912 with his murdering mace. +Fierce as the wild tempestuous sea, +What terror had his wrath for thee, +Though death in every threatening form, +And woe and torment, urged the storm? +Thine arm a glorious victory won +O'er the dread king who pities none; +And the three worlds, from terror freed, +In joyful wonder praised thy deed. +The tribe of Warriors, strong and dread +As Indra's self, o'er earth had spread; +As giant trees that towering stand +In mountain glens, they filled the land. +Can Raghu's son encounter foes +Fierce, numerous, and strong as those? +Yet, trained in war and practised well, +O'ermatched by thee, they fought and fell, +Stay in thy royal home, nor care +The battle and the toil to share; +But let the easy fight be won +By Indrajít913 thy matchless son. +All, all shall die, if thou permit, +Slain by the hand of Indrajít.” +Canto VIII. Prahasta's Speech. +Dark as a cloud of autumn, dread +Prahasta joined his palms and said: +“Gandharvas, Gods, the hosts who dwell +In heaven, in air, in earth, in hell, +Have yielded to thy might, and how +Shall two weak men oppose thee now? +Hanúman 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. +Command, O King, and this right hand +Shall sweep the Vanars from the land, +And hill and dale, to Ocean's shore, +Shall know the death-doomed race no more. +But let my care the means devise +To guard thy city from surprise.” +Then Durmukh cried, of Rakshas race: +“Too long we brook the dire disgrace. +He gave our city to the flames, +He trod the chambers of thy dames. +Ne'er shall so weak and vile a thing +Unpunished brave the giants' king. +Now shall this single arm attack +And drive the daring Vanars back, +Till to the winds of heaven they flee, +Or seek the depths of earth and sea.” +Then, brandishing the mace he bore, +Whose horrid spikes were stained with gore, +While fury made his eyeballs red, +Impetuous Vajradanshṭra said: +“Why waste a thought on one so vile +As Hanúman the Vanar, while +Sugríva, Lakshman, yet remain, +And Rama mightier still, unslain? +This mace to-day shall crush the three, +And all the host will turn and flee. +Listen, and I will speak: incline, +O King, to hear these words of mine, +For the deep plan that I propose +Will swiftly rid thee of thy foes. +Let thousands of thy host assume +The forms of men in youthful bloom, +In war's magnificent array +Draw near to Raghu's son, and say: +“Thy younger brother Bharat sends +This army, and thy cause befriends.” +Then let our legions hasten near +With bow and mace and sword and spear, +And on the Vanar army rain +Our steel and stone till all be slain. +If Raghu's sons will fain believe, +Entangled in the net we weave, +The penalty they both must pay, +And lose their forfeit lives to-day.” +[pg 433] +Then with his warrior soul on fire, +Nikumbha spoke in burning ire: +“I, only I, will take the field, +And Raghu's son his life shall yield. +Within these walls, O Chiefs, abide, +Nor part ye from our monarch's side.” +Canto IX. Vibhishan's Counsel. +A score of warriors914 forward sprang, +And loud the clashing iron rang +Of mace and axe and spear and sword, +As thus they spake unto their lord: +“Their king Sugríva will we slay, +And Raghu's sons, ere close of day, +And strike the wretch Hanúman down, +The spoiler of our golden town.” +But sage Vibhishan strove to calm +The chieftains' fury; palm to palm +He joined in lowly reverence, pressed915 +Before them, and the throng addressed: +“Dismiss the hope of conquering one +So stern and strong as Raghu's son. +In due control each sense he keeps +With constant care that never sleeps. +Whose daring heart has e'er conceived +The exploit Hanuman achieved, +Across the fearful sea to spring, +The tributary rivers' king? +O Rakshas lords, in time be wise, +Nor Rama's matchless power despise. +And say, what evil had the son +Of Raghu to our monarch done, +Who stole the dame he loved so well +And keeps her in his citadel; +If Khara in his foolish pride +Encountered Rama, fought, and died, +May not the meanest love his life +And guard it in the deadly strife? +The Maithil dame, O Rakshas King, +Sore peril to thy realm will bring. +Restore her while there yet is time, +Nor let us perish for thy crime. +O, let the Maithil lady go +Ere the avenger bend his bow +To ruin with his arrowy showers +Our Lanka with her gates and towers. +Let Janak's child again be free +Ere the wild Vanars cross the sea, +In their resistless might assail +Our city and her ramparts scale. +Ah, I conjure thee by the ties +Of brotherhood, be just and wise. +In all my thoughts thy good I seek, +And thus my prudent counsel speak. +Let captive Síta be restored +Ere, fierce as autumn's sun, her lord +Send his keen arrows from the string +To drink the life-blood of our king. +This fury from thy soul dismiss, +The bane of duty, peace, and bliss. +Seek duty's path and walk therein, +And joy and endless glory win. +Restore the captive, ere we feel +The piercing point of Rama's steel. +O spare thy city, spare the lives +Of us, our friends, our sons and wives.” +Thus spake Vibhishan wise and brave: +The Rakshas king no answer gave, +But bade his lords the council close, +And sought his chamber for repose. +Canto X. Vibhishan's Counsel. +Soon as the light of morning broke, +Vibhishan from his slumber woke, +And, duty guiding every thought, +The palace of his brother sought. +Vast as a towering hill that shows +His peaks afar, that palace rose. +Here stood within the monarch's gate +Sage nobles skilful in debate. +There strayed in glittering raiment through +The courts his royal retinue, +Where in wild measure rose and fell +The music of the drum and shell, +And talk grew loud, and many a dame +Of fairest feature went and came +Through doors a marvel to behold, +With pearl inlaid on burning gold: +Therein Gandharvas or the fleet +Lords of the storm might joy to meet. +He passed within the wondrous pile, +Chief glory of the giants' isle: +Thus, ere his fiery course be done, +An autumn cloud admits the sun. +[pg 434] +He heard auspicious voices raise +With loud accord the note of praise, +And sages, deep in Scripture, sing +Each glorious triumph of the king. +He saw the priests in order stand, +Curd, oil, in every sacred hand; +And by them flowers were laid and grain, +Due offerings to the holy train. +Vibhishan to the monarch bowed, +Raised on a throne above the crowd: +Then, skilled in arts of soft address, +He raised his voice the king to bless, +And sate him on a seat where he +Full in his brother's sight should be. +The chieftain there, while none could hear, +Spoke his true speech for Ravan's ear, +And to his words of wisdom lent +The force of weightiest argument: +“O brother, hear! since Rama's queen +A captive in thy house has been, +Disastrous omens day by day +Have struck our souls with wild dismay. +No longer still and strong and clear +The flames of sacrifice appear, +But, restless with the frequent spark, +Neath clouds of smoke grow faint and dark. +Our ministering priests turn pale +To see their wonted offerings fail, +And ants and serpents creep and crawl +Within the consecrated hall.916 +Dried are the udders of our cows, +Our elephants have juiceless brows,917 +Nor can the sweetest pasture stay +The charger's long unquiet neigh. +Big tears from mules and camels flow +Whose staring coats their trouble show, +Nor can the leech's art restore +Their health and vigour as before. +Rapacious birds are fierce and bold: +Not single hunters as of old, +In banded troops they chase the prey, +Or gathering on our temples stay. +Through twilight hours with shriek and howl +Around the city jackals prowl, +And wolves and foul hyænas wait +Athirst for blood at every gate. +One sole atonement still may cure +These evils, and our weal assure. +Restore the Maithil dame, and win +An easy pardon for thy sin.” +The Rakshas monarch heard, and moved +To sudden wrath his speech reproved: +“No danger, brother, can I see: +The Maithil dame I will not free. +Though all the Gods for Rama fight, +He yields to my superior might.” +Thus the tremendous king who broke +The ranks of heavenly warriors spoke, +And, sternly purposed to resist, +His brother from the hall dismissed. +Canto XI. The Summons. +Still Ravan's haughty heart rebelled, +The counsel of the wise repelled, +And, as his breast with passion burned, +His thoughts again to Síta turned. +Thus, to each sign of danger blind, +To love and war he still inclined. +Then mounted he his car that glowed +With gems and golden net, and rode +Where, gathered at the monarch's call, +The nobles filled the council hall. +A host of warriors bright and gay +With coloured robes and rich array, +With shield and mace and spear and sword, +Followed the chariot of their lord. +Mid the loud voice of shells and beat +Of drums he raced along the street, +And, ere he came, was heard afar +The rolling thunder of his car. +He reached the doors: the nobles bent +Their heads before him reverent: +And, welcomed with their loud acclaim, +Within the glorious hall he came. +He sat upon a royal seat +With golden steps beneath his feet, +And bade the heralds summon all +His captains to the council hall. +The heralds heard the words he spake, +And sped from house to house to wake +The giants where they slept or spent +The careless hours in merriment. +These heard the summons and obeyed: +From chamber, grove, and colonnade, +On elephants or cars they rode, +Or through the streets impatient strode. +As birds on rustling pinions fly +Through regions of the darkened sky, +Thus cars and mettled coursers through +The crowded streets of Lanka flew. +The council hall was reached, and then, +As lions seek their mountain den, +Through massy doors that opened wide, +With martial stalk the captains hied. +Welcomed with honour as was meet +They stooped to press their monarch's feet, +[pg 435] +And each a place in order found +On stool, on cushion, or the ground. +Nor did the sage Vibhishan long +Delay to join the noble throng. +High on a car that shone like flame +With gold and flashing gems he came, +Drew near and spoke his name aloud, +And reverent to his brother bowed. +Canto XII. Ravan's Speech. +The king in counsel unsurpassed +His eye around the synod cast, +And fierce Prahasta, first and best +Of all his captains, thus addressed: +“Brave master of each warlike art, +Arouse thee and perform thy part. +Array thy fourfold forces918 well +To guard our isle and citadel.” +The captain of the hosts obeyed, +The troops with prudent skill arrayed; +Then to the hall again he hied, +And stood before the king and cried: +“Each inlet to the town is closed +Without, within, are troops disposed. +With fearless heart thine aim pursue +And do the deed thou hast in view.” +Thus spoke Prahasta in the zeal +That moved him for the kingdom's weal. +And thus the monarch, who pursued +His own delight, his speech renewed: +“In ease and bliss, in toil and pain, +In doubts of duty, pleasure, gain, +Your proper path I need not tell, +For of yourselves ye know it well. +The Storm-Gods, Moon, and planets bring +New glory to their heavenly king,919 +And, ranged about your monarch, ye +Give joy and endless fame to me. +My secret counsel have I kept, +While senseless Kumbhakarna slept. +Six months the warrior's slumbers last +And bind his torpid senses fast; +But now his deep repose he breaks, +The best of all our champions wakes. +I captured, Rama's heart to wring, +This daughter of Videha's king. +And brought her from that distant land920 +Where wandered many a Rakshas band. +Disdainful still my love she spurns, +Still from each prayer and offering turns, +Yet in all lands beneath the sun +No dame may rival Síta, none, +Her dainty waist is round and slight, +Her cheek like autumn's moon is bright, +And she like fruit in graven gold +Mocks her921 whom Maya framed of old. +Faultless in form, how firmly tread +Her feet whose soles are rosy red! +Ah, as I gaze her beauty takes +My spirit, and my passion wakes. +Looking for Rama far away +She sought with tears a year's delay +Nor gazing on her love-lit eye +Could I that earnest prayer deny. +But baffled hopes and vain desire +At length my patient spirit tire. +How shall the sons of Raghu sweep +To vengeance o'er the pathless deep? +How shall they lead the Vanar train +Across the monster-teeming main? +One Vanar yet could find a way +To Lanka's town, and burn and slay. +Take counsel then, remembering still +That we from men need fear no ill; +And give your sentence in debate, +For matchless is the power of fate. +Assailed by you the Gods who dwell +In heaven beneath our fury fell. +And shall we fear these creatures bred +In forests, by Sugríva led? +E'en now on ocean's farther strand, +The sons of Daśaratha stand, +And follow, burning to attack +Their giant foes, on Síta's track. +Consult then, lords for ye are wise: +A seasonable plan devise. +The captive lady to retain, +And triumph when the foes are slain. +No power can bring across the foam +Those Vanars to our island home; +Or if they madly will defy +Our conquering might, they needs must die.” +Then Kumbhakarna's anger woke, +And wroth at Ravan's words he spoke: +“O Monarch, when thy ravished eyes +First looked upon thy lovely prize, +Then was the time to bid us scan +Each peril and mature a plan. +Blest is the king who acts with heed, +And ne'er repents one hasty deed; +And hapless he whose troubled soul +Mourns over days beyond control. +[pg 436] +Thou hast, in beauty's toils ensnared, +A desperate deed of boldness dared; +By fortune saved ere Rama's steel +One wound, thy mortal bane, could deal. +But, Ravan, as the deed is done, +The toil of war I will not shun. +This arm, O rover of the night, +Thy foemen to the earth shall smite, +Though Indra with the Lord of Flame, +The Sun and Storms, against me came. +E'en Indra, monarch of the skies, +Would dread my club and mountain size, +Shrink from these teeth and quake to hear +The thunders of my voice of fear. +No second dart shall Rama cast: +The first he aims shall be the last. +He falls, and these dry lips shall drain +The blood of him my hand has slain; +And Síta, when her champion dies, +Shall be thine undisputed prize.” +Canto XIII. Ravan's Speech. +But Mahaparśva saw the sting +Of keen reproach had galled the king; +And humbly, eager to appease +His anger, spoke in words like these: +“And breathes there one so cold and weak +The forest and the gloom to seek +Where savage beasts abound, and spare +To taste the luscious honey there? +Art thou not lord? and who is he +Shall venture to give laws to thee? +Love thy Videhan still, and tread +Upon thy prostrate foeman's head. +O'er Síta's will let thine prevail, +And strength achieve if flattery fail. +What though the lady yet be coy +And turn her from the proffered joy? +Soon shall her conquered heart relent +And yield to love and blandishment. +With us let Kumbhakarna fight, +And Indrajít of matchless might: +We need not other champions, they +Shall lead us forth to rout and slay. +Not ours to bribe or soothe or part +The foeman's force with gentle art, +Doomed, conquered by our might, to feel +The vengeance of the warrior's steel.” +The Rakshas monarch heard, and moved +By flattering hopes the speech approved: +“Hear me,” he cried, “great chieftain, tell +What in the olden time befell,— +A secret tale which, long suppressed, +Lies prisoned only in my breast. +One day—a day I never forget— +Fair Punjikasthala922 I met, +When, radiant as a flame of fire, +She sought the palace of the Sire. +In passion's eager grasp I tore +From her sweet limbs the robes she wore, +And heedless of her prayers and cries +Strained to my breast the vanquised prize. +Like Naliní923 with soil distained, +The mansion of the Sire she gained, +And weeping made the outrage known +To Brahma on his heavenly throne. +He in his wrath pronounced a curse,— +That lord who made the universe: +“If, Ravan, thou a second time +Be guilty of so foul a crime, +Thy head in shivers shall be rent: +Be warned, and dread the punishment.” +Awed by the threat of vengeance still +I force not Síta's stubborn will. +Terrific as the sea in might: +My steps are like the Storm-Gods' flight; +But Rama knows not this, or he +Had never sought to war with me. +Where is the man would idly brave +The lion in his mountain cave, +And wake him when with slumbering eyes +Grim, terrible as Death, he lies? +No, blinded Rama knows me not: +Ne'er has he seen mine arrows shot; +Ne'er marked them speeding to their aim +Like snakes with cloven tongues of flame. +On him those arrows will I turn, +Whose fiery points shall rend and burn. +Quenched by my power when I assail +The glory of his might shall fail, +As stars before the sun grow dim +And yield their feeble light to him.” +Canto XIV. Vibhishan's Speech. +He ceased: Vibhishan ill at ease +Addressed the king in words like these: +“O Ravan, O my lord, beware +Of Síta dangerous as fair, +Nor on thy heedless bosom hang +This serpent with a deadly fang. +O King, the Maithil dame restore +To Raghu's matchless son before +Those warriors of the woodlands, vast +As mountain peaks, approaching fast, +Armed with fierce teeth and claws, enclose +Thy city with unsparing foes. +O, be the Maithil dame restored +Ere loosened from the clanging cord +[pg 437] +The vengeful shafts of Rama fly, +And low in death thy princes lie. +In all thy legions hast thou one +A match in war for Raghu's son? +Can Kumbhakarna's self withstand, +Or Indrajít, that mighty hand? +In vain with Rama wilt thou strive: +Thou wilt not save thy soul alive +Though guarded by the Lord of Day +And Storm-Gods' terrible array, +In vain to Indra wilt thou fly, +Or seek protection in the sky, +In Yama's gloomy mansion dwell, +Or hide thee in the depths of hell.” +He ceased; and when his lips were closed +Prahasta thus his rede opposed: +“O timid heart, to counsel thus! +What terrors have the Gods for us? +Can snake, Gandharva, fiend appal +The giants' sons who scorn them all? +And shall we now our birth disgrace, +And dread a king of human race?” +Thus fierce Prahasta counselled ill: +But sage Vibhishan's constant will +The safety of the realm ensued; +Who thus in turn his speech renewed: +“Yes, when a soul defiled with sin +Shall mount to heaven and enter in, +Then, chieftain, will experience teach +The truth of thy disdainful speech. +Can I, or thou, or these or all +Our bravest compass Rama's fall, +The chief in whom all virtues shine, +The pride of old Ikshvaku'a line, +With whom the Gods may scarce compare +In skill to act, in heart to dare? +Yea, idly mayst thou vaunt thee, till +Sharp arrows winged with matchless skill +From Rama's bowstring, fleet and fierce +As lightning's flame, thy body pierce. +Nikumbha shall not save thee then, +Nor Ravan, from the lord of men. +O Monarch, hear my last appeal, +My counsel for thy kingdom's weal. +This sentence I again declare: +O giant King, beware, beware! +Save from the ruin that impends +Thy town, thy people, and thy friends; +O hear the warning urged once more: +To Raghu's son the dame restore.” +Canto XV. Indrajít's Speech. +He ceased: and Indrajít the pride +Of Rakshas warriors thus replied: +“Is this a speech our king should hear, +This counsel of ignoble fear? +A scion of our glorious race +Should ne'er conceive a thought so base, +But one mid all our kin we find, +Vibhishan, whose degenerate mind +No spark of gallant pride retains, +Whose coward soul his lineage stains. +Against one giant what can two +Unhappy sons of Raghu do? +Away with idle fears, away! +Matched with our meanest, what are they? +Beneath my conquering prowess fell +The Lord of earth and heaven and hell.924 +Through every startled region dread +Of my resistless fury spread; +And Gods in each remotest sphere +Confessed the universal fear. +Rending the air with roar and groan, +Airavat925 to the earth was thrown. +From his huge head the tusks I drew, +And smote the Gods with fear anew. +Shall I who tame celestials' pride, +By whom the fiends are terrified, +Now prove a weakling little worth, +And fail to slay those sons of earth?” +He ceased: Vibhishan trained and tried +In war and counsel thus replied +“Thy speech is marked with scorn of truth, +With rashness and the pride of youth. +Yea, to thy ruin like a child +Thou pratest, and thy words are wild. +Most dear, O Indrajít, to thee +Should Ravan's weal and safety be, +For thou art called his son, but thou +Art proved his direst foeman now, +When warned by me thou hast not tried +To turn the coming woe aside. +Both thee and him 'twere meet to slay, +Who brought thee to this hall to-day, +And dared so rash a youth admit +To council where the wisest sit. +Presumptuous, wild, devoid of sense, +Filled full of pride and insolence, +Thy reckless tongue thou wilt not rule +That speaks the counsel of a fool. +Who in the fight may brook or shun +The arrows shot by Raghu's son +With flame and fiery vengeance sped, +Dire as his staff who rules the dead? +O Ravan, let thy people live, +And to the son of Raghu give +Fair robes and gems and precious ore, +And Síta to his arms restore.” +[pg 438] +Canto XVI. Ravan's Speech. +Then, while his breast with fury swelled, +Thus Ravan spoke, as fate impelled: +“Better with foes thy dwelling make, +Or house thee with the venomed snake, +Than live with false familiar friends +Who further still thy foeman's ends. +I know their treacherous mood, I know +Their secret triumph at thy woe. +They in their inward hearts despise +The brave, the noble, and the wise, +Grieve at their bliss with rancorous hate, +And for their sorrows watch and wait: +Scan every fault with curious eye, +And each slight error magnify. +Ask elephants who roam the wild +How were their captive friends beguiled. +“For fire,” they cry, “we little care, +For javelin and shaft and snare: +Our foes are traitors, taught to bind +The trusting creatures of their kind.” +Still, still, shall blessings flow from cows,926 +And Brahmans love their rigorous vows; +Still woman change her restless will, +And friends perfidious work us ill. +What though with conquering feet I tread +On every prostrate foeman's head; +What though the worlds in abject fear +Their mighty lord in me revere? +This thought my peace of mind destroys +And robs me of expected joys. +The lotus of the lake receives +The glittering rain that gems its leaves, +But each bright drop remains apart: +So is it still with heart and heart. +Deceitful as an autumn cloud +Which, though its thunderous voice be loud, +On the dry earth no torrent sends, +Such is the race of faithless friends. +No riches of the bloomy spray +Will tempt the wandering bee to stay +That loves from flower to flower to range; +And friends like thee are swift to change. +Thou blot upon thy glorious line, +If any giant's tongue but thine +Had dared to give this base advice, +He should not live to shame me twice.” +Then just Vibhishan in the heat +Of anger started from his seat, +And with four captains of the band +Sprang forward with his mace in hand; +Then, fury flashing from his eye, +Looked on the king and made reply: +“Thy rights, O Ravan, I allow: +My brother and mine elder thou. +Such, though from duty's path they stray, +We love like fathers and obey, +But still too bitter to be borne +Is thy harsh speech of cruel scorn. +The rash like thee, who spurn control, +Nor check one longing of the soul, +Urged by malignant fate repel +The faithful friend who counsels well. +A thousand courtiers wilt thou meet, +With flattering lips of smooth deceit: +But rare are they whose tongue or ear +Will speak the bitter truth, or hear. +Unclose thy blinded eyes and see +That snares of death encompass thee. +I dread, my brother, to behold +The shafts of Rama, bright with gold, +Flash fury through the air, and red +With fires of vengeance strike thee dead. +Lord, brother, King, again reflect, +Nor this mine earnest prayer reject, +O, save thyself, thy royal town, +Thy people and thine old renown.” +Canto XVII. Vibhishan's Flight. +Soon as his bitter words were said, +To Raghu's sons Vibhishan fled.927 +Their eyes the Vanar leaders raised +And on the air-borne Rakhshas gazed, +Bright as a thunderbolt, in size +Like Meru's peak that cleaves the skies. +In gorgeous panoply arrayed +Like Indra's self he stood displayed, +And four attendants brave and bold +Shone by their chief in mail and gold. +Sugríva then with dark surmise +Bent on their forms his wondering eyes, +And thus in hasty words confessed +The anxious doubt that moved his breast: +“Look, look ye Vanars, and beware: +That giant chief sublime in air +With other four in bright array +Comes armed to conquer and to slay.” +[pg 439] +Soon as his warning speech they heard, +The Vanar chieftains undeterred +Seized fragments of the rock and trees, +And made reply in words like these: +“We wait thy word: the order give, +And these thy foes shall cease to live. +Command us, mighty King, and all +Lifeless upon the earth shall fall.” +Meanwhile Vibhishan with the four +Stood high above the ocean shore. +Sugríva and the chiefs he spied, +And raised his mighty voice and cried: +“From Ravan, lord of giants, I +His brother, named Vibhishan, fly. +From Janasthan he stole the child +Of Janak by his art beguiled, +And in his palace locked and barred +Surrounds her with a Rakshas guard. +I bade him, plied with varied lore, +His hapless prisoner restore. +But he, by Fate to ruin sent, +No credence to my counsel lent, +Mad as the fevered wretch who sees +And scorns the balm to bring him ease. +He scorned the sage advice I gave, +He spurned me like a base-born slave. +I left my children and my wife, +And fly to Raghu's son for life. +I pray thee, Vanar chieftain, speed +To him who saves in hour of need, +And tell him famed in distant lands +That suppliant here Vibhishan stands.” +The Rakshas ceased: Sugríva hied +To Raghu's noble son and cried: +“A stranger from the giant host, +Borne o'er the sea, has reached the coast; +A secret foe, he comes to slay, +As owls attack their heedless prey. +'Tis thine, O King, in time of need +To watch, to counsel, and to lead, +Our Vanar legions to dispose, +And guard us from our crafty foes. +Vibhishan from the giants' isle, +King Ravan's brother, comes with guile +And, feigning from his king to flee, +Seeks refuge, Raghu's son, with thee. +Arise, O Rama, and prevent +By bold attack his dark intent. +Who comes in friendly guise prepared +To slay thee by his arts ensnared.” +Thus urged Sugríva famed for lore +Of moving words, and spoke no more. +Then Rama thus in turn addressed +The bold Hanúman and the rest: +“Chiefs of the Vanar legions each +Of you heard Sugríva's speech. +What think ye now in time of fear, +When peril and distress are near, +In every doubt the wise depend +For counsel on a faithful friend.” +They heard his gracious words, and then +Spake reverent to the lord of men: +“O Raghu's son, thou knowest well +All things of heaven and earth and hell. +'Tis but thy friendship bids us speak +The counsel Rama need not seek. +So duteous, brave, and true art thou, +Heroic, faithful to thy vow. +Deep in the scriptures, trained and tried, +Still in thy friends wilt thou confide. +Let each of us in turn impart +The secret counsel of his heart, +And strive to win his chief's assent, +By force of wisest argument.” +They ceased and Angad thus began: +“With jealous eye the stranger scan: +Not yet with trusting heart receive +Vibhishan, nor his tale believe. +These giants wandering far and wide +Their evil nature falsely hide, +And watching with malignant skill +Assail us when we fear no ill. +Well ponder every hope and fear +Until thy doubtful course be clear; +Then own his merit or detect +His guile, and welcome or reject.” +Then Śarabha the bold and brave +In turn his prudent sentence gave: +“Yea, Rama, send a skilful spy +With keenest tact to test and try. +Then let the stranger, as is just, +Obtain or be refused thy trust.” +Then he whose heart was rich in store +Of scripture's life-directing lore, +King Jambavan, stood forth and cried: +“Suspect, suspect a foe allied +With Ravan lord of Lanka's isle, +And Rakshas sin and Rakshas guile.” +Then Mainda, wisest chief, who knew +The wrong, the right, the false, the true, +Pondered a while, then silence broke, +And thus his sober counsel spoke: +“Let one with gracious speech draw near +And gently charm Vibhishan's ear, +Till he the soothing witchery feel +And all his secret heart reveal. +So thou his aims and hopes shalt know, +And hail the friend or shun the foe.” +“Not he,” Hanúman cried, “not he +Who taught the Gods928 may rival thee, +Supreme in power of quickest sense, +First in the art of eloquence. +But hear me soothly speak, O King, +And learn the hope to which I cling. +Vibhishan comes no crafty spy: +Urged by his brother's fault to fly. +With righteous soul that loathes the sin, +He fled from Lanka and his kin. +[pg 440] +If strangers question, doubt will rise +And chill the heart of one so wise. +Marred by distrust the parle will end, +And thou wilt lose a faithful friend. +Nor let it seem so light a thing +To sound a stranger's heart, O King. +And he, I ween, whate'er he say, +Will ne'er an evil thought betray. +He comes a friend in happy time, +Loathing his brother for his crime. +His ear has heard thine old renown, +The might that struck King Bali down, +And set Sugríva on the throne. +And looking now to thee alone +He comes thy matchless aid to win +And punish Ravan for his sin. +Thus have I tried thy heart to move, +And thus Vibhishan's truth to prove. +Still in his friendship I confide; +But ponder, wisest, and decide.” +Canto XVIII. Rama's Speech. +Then Rama's rising doubt was stilled, +And friendly thoughts his bosom filled. +Thus, deep in Scripture's lore, he spake: +“The suppliant will I ne'er forsake, +Nor my protecting aid refuse +When one in name of friendship sues. +Though faults and folly blot his fame, +Pity and help he still may claim.” +He ceased: Sugríva bowed his head +And pondered for a while, and said: +“Past number be his faults or few, +What think ye of the Rakshas who, +When threatening clouds of danger rise, +Deserts his brother's side and flies? +Say, Vanars, who may hope to find +True friendship in his faithless kind?” +The son of Raghu heard his speech: +He cast a hasty look on each +Of those brave Vanar chiefs, and while +Upon his lips there played a smile, +To Lakshman turned and thus expressed +The thoughts that moved his gallant breast: +“Well versed in Scripture's lore, and sage +And duly reverent to age, +Is he, with long experience stored, +Who counsels like this Vanar lord. +Yet here, methinks, for searching eyes +Some deeper, subtler matter lies. +To you and all the world are known +The perils of a monarch's throne, +While foe and stranger, kith and kin +By his misfortune trust to win. +By hope of such advantage led, +Vibhishan o'er the sea has fled. +He in his brother's stead would reign, +And our alliance seeks to gain; +And we his offer may embrace, +A stranger and of alien race. +But if he comes a spy and foe, +What power has he to strike a blow +In furtherance of his close design? +What is his strength compared with mine? +And can I, Vanar King, forget +The great, the universal debt, +Ever to aid and welcome those +Who pray for shelter, friends or foes? +Hast thou not heard the deathless praise +Won by the dove in olden days, +Who conquering his fear and hate +Welcomed the slayer of his mate, +And gave a banquet, to refresh +The weary fowler, of his flesh? +Now hear me, Vanar King, rehearse +What Kandu929 spoke in ancient verse, +Saint Kanva's son who loved the truth +And clave to virtue from his youth: +“Strike not the suppliant when he stands +And asks thee with beseeching hands +For shelter: strike him not although +He were thy father's mortal foe. +No, yield him, be he proud or meek, +The shelter which he comes to seek, +And save thy foeman, if the deed +Should cost thy life, in desperate need.” +And shall I hear the wretched cry, +And my protecting aid deny? +Shall I a suppliant's prayer refuse, +And heaven and glory basely lose? +No, I will do for honour sake +E'en as the holy Kandu spake, +Preserve a hero's name from stain, +And bliss in heaven and glory gain. +Bound by a solemn vow I sware +That all my saving help should share +Who sought me in distress and cried, +“Thou art my hope, and none beside.” +Then go, I pray thee, Vanar King, +Vibhishan to my presence bring, +Yea, were he Ravan's self, my vow +Forbids me to reject him now.” +He ceased: the Vanar king approved; +And Rama toward Vibhishan moved. +So moves, a brother God to greet, +Lord Indra from his heavenly seat. +[pg 441] +Canto XIX. Vibhishan's Counsel. +When Raghu's son had owned his claim +Down from the air Vibhishan came, +And with his four attendants bent +At Rama's feet most reverent. +“O Rama,” thus he cried, “in me +Vibhishan, Ravan's brother see. +By him disgraced thine aid I seek, +Sure refuge of the poor and weak. +From Lanka, friends, and wealth I fly, +And reft of all on thee rely. +On thee, the wretch's firmest friend, +My kingdom, joys, and life depend.” +With glance of favour Rama eyed +The Rakshas chief and thus replied: +“First from thy lips I fain would hear +Each brighter hope, each darker fear. +Speak, stranger, that I well may know +The strength and weakness of the foe.” +He ceased: the Rakshas chief obeyed, +And thus in turn his answer made: +“O Prince, the Self-existent gave +This boon to Ravan; he may brave +All foes in fight; no fiend or snake, +Gandharva, God, his life may take. +His brother Kumbhakarna vies +In might with him who rules the skies. +The captain of his armies—fame +Perhaps has taught the warrior's name— +Is terrible Prahasta, who +King Manibhadra's930 self o'erthrew. +Where is the warrior found to face +Young Indrajít, when armed with brace +And guard931 and bow he stands in mail +And laughs at spear and arrowy hail? +Within his city Lanka dwell +Ten million giants fierce and fell, +Who wear each varied shape at will +And eat the flesh of those they kill. +These hosts against the Gods he led, +And heavenly might discomfited.” +Then Rama cried: “I little heed +Gigantic strength or doughty deed. +In spite of all their might has done +The king, the captain, and the son +Shall fall beneath my fury dead, +And thou shalt reign in Ravan's stead. +He, though in depths of earth he dwell, +Or seek protection down in hell, +Or kneel before the Sire supreme, +His forfeit life shall ne'er redeem. +Yea, by my brothers' lives I swear, +I will not to my home repair +Till Ravan and his kith and kin +Have paid in death the price of sin.” +Vibhishan bowed his head and cried: +“Thy conquering army will I guide +To storm the city of the foe, +And aid the tyrant's overthrow.” +Thus spake Vibhishan: Rama pressed +The Rakshas chieftain to his breast, +And cried to Lakshman: “Haste and bring +Sea-water for the new-made king.” +He spoke, and o'er Vibhishan's head +The consecrating drops were shed +Mid shouts that hailed with one accord +The giants' king and Lanka's lord. +“Is there no way,” Hanúman cried, +“No passage o'er the boisterous tide? +How may we lead the Vanar host +In triumph to the farther coast?” +“Thus,” said Vibhishan, “I advise: +Let Raghu's son in suppliant guise +Entreat the mighty Sea to lend +His succour and this cause befriend. +His channels, as the wise have told, +By Sagar's sons were dug of old,932 +Nor will high-thoughted Ocean scorn +A prince of Sagar's lineage born.” +He ceased; the prudent counsel won +The glad assent of Raghu's son. +Then on the ocean shore a bed +Of tender sacred grass was spread, +Where Rama at the close of day +Like fire upon an altar lay. +Canto XX. The Spies. +Śardúla, Ravan's spy, surveyed +The legions on the strand arrayed. +And bore, his bosom racked with fear, +These tidings to the monarch's ear: +“They come, they come. A rushing tide, +Ten leagues they spread from side to side, +And on to storm thy city press, +Fierce rovers of the wilderness. +Rich in each princely power and grace, +The pride of Daśaratha's race, +Rama and Lakshman lead their bands, +And halt them on the ocean sands. +O Monarch, rise, this peril meet; +Risk not the danger of defeat. +[pg 442] +First let each wiser art be tried; +Bribe them, or win them, or divide.” +Such was the counsel of the spy: +And Ravan called to Śuka: “Fly, +Sugríva lord of Vanars seek, +And thus my kingly message speak: +“Great power and might and fame are thine, +Brave scion of a royal line, +King Riksharajas' son, in thee +A brother and a friend I see. +How wronged by me canst thou complain? +What profit here pretend to gain? +If from the wood the wife I stole +Of Rama of the prudent soul, +What cause hast thou to mourn the theft? +Thou art not injured or bereft. +Return, O King, thy steps retrace +And seek thy mountain dwelling-place. +No, never may thy hosts within +My Lanka's walls a footing win. +A mighty town whose strength defies +The gathered armies of the skies.” +He ceased: obedient Śuka heard; +With wings and plumage of a bird +He rose in eager speed and through +The air upon his errand flew. +Borne o'er the sea with rapid wing +He stood above the Vanar king, +And spoke aloud, sublime in air, +The message he was charged to bear. +The Vanar heard the words he spoke, +And quick redoubling stroke on stroke +On head and pinions hemmed him round +And bore him struggling to the ground. +The Rakshas wounded and distressed +These words to Raghu's son addressed: +“Quick, quick! This Vanar host restrain, +For heralds never must be slain. +To him alone, a wretch untrue, +The punishment of death is due +Who leaves his master's speech unsaid +And speaks another in its stead.” +Moved by the suppliant speech and prayer +Up sprang the prince and cried, forbear. +Saved from his wild assailant's blows +Again the Rakshas herald rose +And borne on light wings to the sky +Addressed Sugríva from on high: +“O Vanar Monarch, chief endued +With power and wonderous fortitude, +What answer is my king, the fear +And scourge of weeping worlds, to hear?” +“Go tell thy lord,” Sugríva cried, +“Thou, Rama's foe, art thus defied. +His arm the guilty Bali slew; +Thus, tyrant, shalt thou perish too. +Thy sons, thy friends, proud King, and all +Thy kith and kin with thee shall fall; +And, emptied of the giant's brood, +Burnt Lanka be a solitude. +Fly to the Sun-God's pathway, go +And hide thee deep in hell below: +In vain from Rama shalt thou flee +Though heavenly warriors fight for thee. +Thine arm subdued, securely bold, +The Vulture-king infirm and old: +But will thy puny strength avail +When Raghu's wrathful sons assail? +A captive in thy palace lies +The lady of the lotus eyes: +Thou knowest not how fierce and strong +Is he whom thou hast dared to wrong. +The best of Raghu's lineage, he +Whose conquering hand shall punish thee.” +He ceased: and Angad raised a cry; +“This is no herald but a spy. +Above thee from his airy post +His rapid eye surveyed our host, +Where with advantage he might scan +Our gathered strength from rear to van. +Bind him, Vanars, bind the spy, +Nor let him back to Lanka fly.” +They hurled the Rakshas to the ground, +They grasped his neck, his pinions bound, +And firmly held him while in vain +His voice was lifted to complain. +But Rama's heart inclined to spare, +He listened to his plaint and prayer, +And cried aloud: “O Vanars, cease; +The captive from his bonds release.” +Canto XXI. Ocean Threatened. +His hands in reverence Rama raised +And southward o'er the ocean gazed; +Then on the sacred grass that made +His lowly couch his limbs he laid. +His head on that strong arm reclined +Which Síta, best of womankind, +Had loved in happier days to hold +With soft arms decked with pearls and gold. +Then rising from his bed of grass, +“This day,” he cried, “the host shall pass +Triumphant to the southern shore, +Or Ocean's self shall be no more.” +Thus vowing in his constant breast +Again he turned him to his rest, +And there, his eyes in slumber closed, +Silent beside the sea reposed. +Thrice rose the Day-God thrice he set, +The lord of Ocean came not yet, +Thrice came the night, but Raghu's son +No answer by his service won. +To Lakshman thus the hero cried, +His eyes aflame with wrath and pride: +“In vain the softer gifts that grace +The good are offered to the base. +Long-suffering, patience, gentle speech +[pg 443] +Their thankless hearts can never reach. +The world to him its honour pays +Whose ready tongue himself can praise, +Who scorns the true, and hates the right, +Whose hand is ever raised to smite. +Each milder art is tried in vain: +It wins no glory, but disdain. +And victory owns no softer charm +Than might which nerves a warrior's arm. +My humble suit is still denied +By Ocean's overweening pride. +This day the monsters of the deep +In throes of death shall wildly leap. +My shafts shall rend the serpents curled +In caverns of the watery world, +Disclose each sunless depth and bare +The tangled pearl and coral there. +Away with mercy! at a time +Like this compassion is a crime. +Welcome, the battle and the foe! +My bow! my arrows and my bow! +This day the Vanars' feet shall tread +The conquered Sea's exhausted bed, +And he who never feared before +Shall tremble to his farthest shore.” +Red flashed his eyes with angry glow: +He stood and grasped his mighty bow, +Terrific as the fire of doom +Whose quenchless flames the world consume. +His clanging cord the archer drew, +And swift the fiery arrows flew +Fierce as the flashing levin sent +By him who rules the firmament. +Down through the startled waters sped +Each missile with its flaming head. +The foamy billows rose and sank, +And dashed upon the trembling bank. +Sea monsters of tremendous form +With crash and roar of thunder storm. +Still the wild waters rose and fell +Crowned with white foam and pearl and shell. +Each serpent, startled from his rest, +Raised his fierce eyes and glowing crest. +And prisoned Danavs933 where they dwelt +In depths below the terror felt. +Again upon his string he laid +A flaming shaft, but Lakshman stayed +His arm, with gentle reasoning tried +To soothe his angry mood, and cried: +“Brother, reflect: the wise control +The rising passions of the soul. +Let Ocean grant, without thy threat, +The boon on which thy heart is set. +That gracious lord will ne'er refuse +When Rama son of Raghu sues.” +He ceased: and voices from the air +Fell clear and loud, Spare, Rama, spare. +Canto XXII. Ocean Threatened. +With angry menace Rama, best +Of Raghu's sons, the Sea addressed: +“With fiery flood of arrowy rain +Thy channels will I dry and drain. +And I and all the Vanar host +Will reach on foot the farther coast. +Thou shalt not from destruction save +The creatures of the teeming wave, +And lapse of time shall ne'er efface +The memory of the dire disgrace.” +Thus spoke the warrior, and prepared +The mortal shaft which never spared, +Known mystic weapon, by the name +Of Brahma, red with quenchless flame. +Great terror, as he strained the bow, +Struck heaven above and earth below. +Through echoing skies the thunder pealed, +And startled mountains rocked and reeled, +The earth was black with sudden night +And heaven was blotted from the sight. +Then ever and anon the glare +Of meteors shot through murky air, +And with a wild terrific sound +Red lightnings struck the trembling ground. +In furious gusts the fierce wind blew: +Tall trees it shattered and o'erthrew, +And, smiting with a giant's stroke, +Huge masses from the mountain broke. +A cry of terror long and shrill +Came from each valley, plain, and hill. +Each ruined dale, each riven peak +Re-echoed with a wail or shriek. +While Raghu's son undaunted gazed, +The waters of the deep were raised, +And, still uplifted more and more, +Leapt in wild flood upon the shore. +Still Rama looked upon the tide +And kept his post unterrified. +Then from the seething flood upreared +Majestic Ocean's form appeared, +As rising from his eastern height +Springs through the sky the Lord of Light. +Attendant on their monarch came +Sea serpents with their eyes aflame. +Like lazulite mid burning gold +His form was wondrous to behold. +Bright with each fairest precious stone +A chain about his neck was thrown. +Calm shone his lotus eyes beneath +The blossoms of his heavenly wreath, +And many a pearl and sea-born gem +Flashed in the monarch's diadem. +There Ganga, tributary queen, +And Sindhu934 by his lord, were seen, +[pg 444] +And every stream and brook renowned +In ancient story girt him round. +Then, as the waters rose and swelled, +The king with suppliant hands upheld, +His glorious head to Rama bent +And thus addressed him reverent: +“Air, ether, fire, earth, water, true +To nature's will, their course pursue; +And I, as ancient laws ordain, +Unfordable must still remain. +Yet, Raghu's son, my counsel hear: +I ne'er for love or hope or fear +Will pile my waters in a heap +And leave a pathway through the deep. +Still shall my care for thee provide +An easy passage o'er the tide, +And like a city's paven street +Shall be the road beneath thy feet.” +He ceased: and Rama spoke again: +“This spell is ne'er invoked in vain. +Where shall the magic shaft, to spend +The fury of its might, descend?” +“Shoot,” Ocean cried, “thine arrow forth +With all its fury to the north, +Where sacred Drumakulya lies, +Whose glory with thy glory vies. +There dwells a wild Abhíra935 race, +As vile in act as foul of face, +Fierce Dasyus936 who delight in ill, +And drink my tributary rill. +My soul no longer may endure +Their neighbourhood and touch impure. +At these, O son of Raghu, aim +Thine arrow with the quenchless flame.” +Swift from the bow, as Rama drew +His cord, the fiery arrow flew. +Earth groaned to feel the wound, and sent +A rush of water through the rent; +And famed for ever is the well +Of Vrana937 where the arrow fell. +Then every brook and lake beside +Throughout the region Rama dried. +But yet he gave a boon to bless +And fertilize the wilderness: +No fell disease should taint the air, +And sheep and kine should prosper there: +Earth should produce each pleasant root, +The stately trees should bend with fruit; +Oil, milk, and honey should abound, +And fragrant herbs should clothe the ground. +Then spake the king of brooks and seas +To Raghu's son in words like these: +“Now let a wondrous task be done +By Nala, Viśvakarma's son, +Who, born of one of Vanar race, +Inherits by his father's grace +A share of his celestial art. +Call Nala to perform his part, +And he, divinely taught and skilled, +A bridge athwart the sea shall build.” +He spoke and vanished. Nala, best +Of Vanar chiefs, the king addressed: +“O'er the deep sea where monsters play +A bridge, O Rama, will I lay; +For, sharer of my father's skill, +Mine is the power and mine the will. +'Tis vain to try each gentler art +To bribe and soothe the thankless heart; +In vain on such is mercy spent; +It yields to naught but punishment. +Through fear alone will Ocean now +A passage o'er his waves allow. +My mother, ere she bore her son, +This boon from Viśvakarma won: +“O Mandarí, thy child shall be +In skill and glory next to me.” +But why unbidden should I fill +Thine ear with praises of my skill? +Command the Vanar hosts to lay +Foundations for the bridge to-day.” +He spoke: and swift at Rama's hest +Up sprang the Vanars from their rest, +The mandate of the king obeyed +And sought the forest's mighty shade. +Unrooted trees to earth they threw, +And to the sea the timber drew. +The stately palm was bowed and bent, +Aśokas from the ground were rent, +And towering Sals and light bamboos, +And trees with flowers of varied hues, +With loveliest creepers wreathed and crowned, +Shook, reeled, and fell upon the ground. +With mighty engines piles of stone +And seated hills were overthrown: +Unprisoned waters sprang on high, +In rain descending from the sky: +And ocean with a roar and swell +Heaved wildly when the mountains fell. +Then the great bridge of wondrous strength +Was built, a hundred leagues in length. +Rocks huge as autumn clouds bound fast +With cordage from the shore were cast, +And fragments of each riven hill, +And trees whose flowers adorned them still. +Wild was the tumult, loud the din +As ponderous rocks went thundering in. +Ere set of sun, so toiled each crew, +Ten leagues and four the structure grew; +The labours of the second day +Gave twenty more of ready way, +And on the fifth, when sank the sun, +The whole stupendous work was done. +O'er the broad way the Vanars sped, +Nor swayed it with their countless tread. +[pg 445] +Exultant on the ocean strand +Vibhishan stood, and, mace in hand, +Longed eager for the onward way, +And chafed impatient at delay. +Then thus to Rama trained and tried +In battle King Sugríva cried: +“Come, Hanuman's broad back ascend; +Let Angad help to Lakshman lend. +These high above the sea shall bear +Their burthen through the ways of air.” +So, with Sugríva, borne o'erhead +Ikshvaku's sons the legions led. +Behind, the Vanar hosts pursued +Their march in endless multitude. +Some skimmed the surface of the wave, +To some the air a passage gave. +Amid their ceaseless roar the sound +Of Ocean's fearful voice was drowned, +As o'er the bridge by Nala planned +They hastened on to Lanka's strand, +Where, by the pleasant brooks, mid trees +Loaded with fruit, they took their ease. +Canto XXIII. The Omens. +Then Rama, peerless in the skill +That marks each sign of good and ill, +Strained his dear brother to his breast, +And thus with prudent words addressed: +“Now, Lakshman, by the water's side +In fruitful groves the host divide, +That warriors of each woodland race +May keep their own appointed place. +Dire is the danger: loss of friends, +Of Vanars and of bears, impends. +Distained with dust the breezes blow, +And earth is shaken from below. +The tall hills rock from foot to crown, +And stately trees come toppling down. +In threatening shape, with voice of fear, +The clouds like cannibals appear, +And rain in fitful torrents, red +With sanguinary drops, is shed. +Long streaks of lurid light invest +The evening skies from east to west. +And from the sun at times a ball +Of angry fire is seen to fall. +From every glen and brake is heard +The boding voice of beast and bird: +From den and lair night-prowlers run +And shriek against the falling sun. +Up springs the moon, but hot and red +Kills the sad night with woe and dread; +No gentle lustre, but the gloom +That heralds universal doom. +A cloud of dust and vapour mars +The beauty of the evening stars, +And wild and fearful is the sky +As though the wreck of worlds were nigh. +Around our heads in boding flight +Wheel hawk and vulture, crow and kite; +And every bird of happy note +Shrieks terror from his altered throat. +Sword, spear and shaft shall strew the plain +Dyed red with torrents of the slain. +To-day the Vanar troops shall close +Around the city of our foes.” +Canto XXIV. The Spy's Return. +As shine the heavens with autumn's moon +Refulgent in the height of noon, +So shone with light which Rama gave +That army of the bold and brave, +As from the sea it marched away +In war's magnificent array, +And earth was shaken by the beat +And trampling of unnumbered feet. +Then to the giants' ears were borne, +The mingled notes of drum and horn, +And clash of tambours smote the sky, +And shouting and the battle cry. +The sound of martial strains inspired +Each chieftain, and his bosom fired: +While giants from their walls replied, +And answering shouts the foe defied, +Then Rama looked on Lanka where +Bright banners floated in the air, +And, pierced with anguish at the view, +His loving thoughts to Síta flew. +“There, prisoned by the giant, lies +My lady of the tender eyes, +Like Rohiní the queen of stars +O'erpowered by the fiery Mars.” +Then turned he to his brother chief +And cried in agony of grief: +“See on the hill, divinely planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +The towers and domes of Lanka rise +In peerless beauty to the skies. +Bright from afar the city shines +With gleam of palaces and shrines, +Like pale clouds through the region spread +By Vishnu's self inhabited. +Fair gardens grow, and woods between +The stately domes are fresh and green, +Where trees their bloom and fruit display, +And sweet birds sing on every spray. +Each bird is mad with joy, and bees +Sing labouring in the bloomy trees +On branches by the breezes bowed, +Where the gay Koïl's voice is loud.” +This said, he ranged with warlike art +Each body of the host apart. +[pg 446] +“There in the centre,” Rama cried, +“Be Angad's place by Níla's side. +Let Rishabh of impetuous might +Be lord and leader on the right, +And Gandhamadan, next in rank, +Be captain of the farther flank. +Lakshman and I the hosts will lead, +And Jambavan of ursine breed, +With bold Sushen unused to fear, +And Vegadarśí, guide the rear.” +Thus Rama spoke: the chiefs obeyed; +And all the Vanar hosts arrayed +Showed awful as the autumn sky +When clouds embattled form on high. +Their arms were mighty trees o'erthrown, +And massy blocks of mountain stone. +One hope in every warlike breast, +One firm resolve, they onward pressed, +To die in fight or batter down +The walls and towers of Lanka's town. +Those marshalled legions Rama eyed, +And thus to King Sugríva cried: +“Now, Monarch, ere the hosts proceed, +Let Śuka, Ravan's spy, be freed.” +He spoke: the Vanar gave consent +And loosed him from imprisonment: +And Śuka, trembling and afraid, +His homeward way to Ravan made. +Loud laughed the lord of Lanka's isle: +“Where hast thou stayed this weary while? +Why is thy plumage marred, and why +Do twisted cords thy pinions tie? +Say, comest thou in evil plight +The victim of the Vanars' spite?” +He ceased: the spy his fear controlled, +And to the king his story told: +“I reached the ocean's distant shore, +Thy message to the king I bore. +In sudden wrath the Vanars rose, +They struck me down with furious blows; +They seized me helpless on the ground, +My plumage rent, my pinions bound. +They would not, headlong in their ire, +Consider, listen, or inquire; +So fickle, wrathful, rough and rude +Is the wild forest multitude. +There, marshalling the Vanar bands, +King Rama with Sugríva stands, +Rama the matchless warrior, who +Viradha and Kabandha slew, +Khara, and countless giants more, +And tracks his queen to Lanka's shore. +A bridge athwart the sea was cast, +And o'er it have his legions passed. +Hark! heralded by horns and drums +The terrible avenger comes. +E'en now the giants' isle he fills +With warriors huge as clouds and hills, +And burning with vindictive hate +Will thunder soon at Lanka's gate. +Yield or oppose him: choose between +Thy safety and the Maithil queen.” +He ceased: the tyrant's eyeballs blazed +With fury as his voice he raised: +“No, if the dwellers of the sky, +Gandharvas, fiends assail me, I +Will keep the Maithil lady still, +Nor yield her back for fear of ill. +When shall my shafts with iron hail +My foeman, Raghu's son, assail, +Thick as the bees with eager wing +Beat on the flowery trees of spring? +O, let me meet my foe at length, +And strip him of his vaunted strength, +Fierce as the sun who shines afar +Stealing the light of every star. +Strong as the sea's impetuous might +My ways are like the tempest's flight; +But Rama knows not this, or he +In terror from my face would flee.” +Canto XXV. Ravan's Spies.938 +When Rama and the host he led +Across the sea had safely sped, +Thus Ravan, moved by wrath and pride, +To Śuka and to Saran cried: +“O counsellors, the Vanar host +Has passed the sea from coast to coast, +And Daśaratha's son has wrought +A wondrous deed surpassing thought. +And now in truth I needs must know +The strength and number of the foe. +Go ye, to Rama's host repair +And count me all the legions there. +Learn well what power each captain leads +His name and fame for warlike deeds. +Learn by what artist's wondrous aid +That bridge athwart the sea was made; +Learn how the Vanar host came o'er +And halted on the island shore. +Mark Rama son of Raghu well; +His valour, strength, and weapons tell. +Watch his advisers one by one, +And Lakshman, Raghu's younger son. +Learn with observant eyes, and bring +“Unerring tidings to your king. +He ceased: then swift in Vanar guise +Forth on their errand sped the spies. +They reached the Vanars, and, dismayed, +Their never-ending lines surveyd: +Nor would they try, in mere despair, +To count the countless legions there, +[pg 447] +That crowded valley, plain and hill, +That pressed about each cave and rill. +Though sea-like o'er the land were spread +The endless hosts which Rama led, +The bridge by thousands yet was lined, +And eager myriads pressed behind. +But sage Vibhishan's watchful eyes +Had marked the giants in disguise. +He gave command the pair to seize, +And told the tale in words like these: +“O Rama these, well known erewhile, +Are giant sons of Lanka's isle, +Two counsellors of Ravan sent +To watch the invading armament.” +Vibhishan ceased: at Rama's look +The Rakshas envoys quailed and shook; +Then suppliant hand to hand they pressed +And thus Ikshvaku's son addressed: +“O Rama, bear the truth we speak: +Our monarch Ravan bade us seek +The Vanar legions and survey +Their numbers, strength, and vast array.” +Then Rama, friend and hope and guide +Of suffering creatures, thus replied: +“Now giants, if your eyes have scanned +Our armies, numbering every band, +Marked lord and chief, and gazed their fill, +Return to Ravan when ye will. +If aught remain, if aught anew +Ye fain would scan with closer view, +Vibhishan, ready at your call, +Will lead you forth and show you all. +Think not of bonds and capture; fear +No loss of life, no peril here: +For, captive, helpless and unarmed, +An envoy never should be harmed. +Again to Lanka's town repair, +Speed to the giant monarch there, +And be these words to Ravan told, +Fierce brother of the Lord of Gold: +“Now, tyrant, tremble for thy sin: +Call up thy friends, thy kith and kin, +And let the power and might be seen +Which made thee bold to steal my queen. +To-morrow shall thy mournful eye +Behold thy bravest warriors die, +And Lanka's city, tower and wall, +Struck by my fiery shafts, will fall. +Then shall my vengeful blow descend +Its rage on thee and thine to spend, +Fierce as the fiery bolt that flew +From heaven against the Danav crew, +Mid those rebellious demons sent +By him who rules the firmament.” +Thus spake Ikshvaku's son, and ceased: +The giants from their bonds released +Lauded the King with glad accord, +And hasted homeward to their lord. +Before the tyrant side by side +Śuka and Saran stood and cried: +“Vibhishan seized us, King, and fain +His helpless captives would have slain. +But glorious Rama saw us; he, +Great-hearted hero, made us free. +There in one spot our eyes beheld +Four chiefs on earth unparalleled, +Who with the guardian Gods may vie +Who rule the regions of the sky. +There Rama stood, the boast and pride +Of Raghu's race, by Lakshman's side. +There stood the sage Vibhishan, there +Sugríva strong beyond compare. +These four alone can batter down +Gate, rampart, wall, and Lanka's town. +Nay, Rama matchless in his form, +A single foe, thy town would storm: +So wondrous are his weapons, he +Needs not the succour of the three. +Why speak we of the countless train +That fills the valley, hill and plain, +The millions of the Vanar breed +Whom Rama and Sugríva lead? +O King, be wise, contend no more, +And Síta to her lord restore.” +Canto XXVI. The Vanar Chiefs. +“Not if the Gods in heaven who dwell, +Gandharvas, and the fiends of hell +In banded opposition rise +Against me, will I yield my prize. +Still trembling from the ungentle touch +Of Vanar hands ye fear too much, +And bid me, heedless of the shame, +Give to her lord the Maithil dame.” +Thus spoke the king in stern reproof; +Then mounted to his palace roof +Aloft o'er many a story raised, +And on the lands beneath him gazed. +There by his faithful spies he stood +And looked on sea and hill and wood. +There stretched before him far away +The Vanars' numberless array: +Scarce could the meadows' tender green +Beneath their trampling feet be seen. +He looked a while with furious eye, +Then questioned thus the nearer spy: +“Bend, Saran, bend thy gaze, and show +The leaders of the Vanar foe. +Tell me their heroes' names, and teach +The valour, power and might of each.” +Obedient Saran eyed the van, +The leaders marked, and thus began: +“That chief conspicuous at the head +Of warriors in the forest bred, +Who hither bends his ruthless eye +And shouts his fearful battle cry: +[pg 448] +Whose voice with pealing thunder shakes +All Lanka, with the groves and lakes +And hills that tremble at the sound, +Is Níla, for his might renowned: +First of the Vanar lords controlled +By King Sugríva lofty-souled. +He who his mighty arm extends, +And his fierce eye on Lanka bends, +In stature like a stately tower, +In colour like a lotus flower, +Who with his wild earth-shaking cries +Thee, Ravan, to the field defies, +Is Angad, by Sugríva's care +Anointed his imperial heir: +In wondrous strength, in martial fire +Peer of King Bali's self, his sire; +For Rama's sake in arms arrayed +Like Varun called to Śakra's aid. +Behind him, girt by warlike bands, +Nala the mighty Vanar stands, +The son of Viśvakarma, he +Who built the bridge athwart the sea. +Look farther yet, O King, and mark +That chieftain clothed in Sandal bark. +'Tis Śweta, famed among his peers, +A sage whom all his race reveres. +See, in Sugríva's ear he speaks, +Then, hasting back, his post reseeks, +And turns his practised eye to view +The squadrons he has formed anew. +Next Kumud stands who roamed of yore +On Gomatí's939 delightful shore, +Feared where the waving woods invest +His seat on Mount Sanrochan's crest. +Next him a chieftain strong and dread, +Comes Chanḍa at his legions' head; +Exulting in his warrior might +He hastens, burning for the fight, +And boasts that his unaided powers +Shall cast to earth thy walls and towers. +Mark, mark that chief of lion gait, +Who views thee with a glance of hate +As though his very eyes would burn +The city walls to which they turn: +'Tis Rambha, Vanar king; he dwells +In Krishnagiri's tangled dells, +Where Vindhya's pleasant slopes are spread +And fair Sudarśan lifts his head. +There, listening with erected ears, +Śarabha, mighty chief, appears. +His soul is burning for the strife, +Nor dreads the jeopardy of life. +He trembles as he moves, for ire, +And bends around his glance of fire. +Next, like a cloud that veils the skies, +A chieftain of terrific size, +Conspicuous mid the Vanars, comes +With battle shout like rolling drums, +'Tis Panas, trained in war and tried, +Who dwells on Pariyatra's side. +He, far away, the chief who throws +A glory o'er the marshalled rows +That ranged behind their captain stand +Exulting on the ocean strand, +Is Vinata the fierce in fight, +Preëminent like Dardur's height. +That chieftain bending down to drink +On lovely Vena's verdant brink, +Is Krathan; now he lifts his eyes +And thee to mortal fray defies. +Next Gavaya comes, whose haughty mind +Scorns all the warriors of his kind. +He comes to trample—such his boast— +On Lanka with his single host.” +Canto XXVII. The Vanar Chiefs. +“Yet more remain, brave chiefs who stake +Their noble lives for Rama's sake. +See, glorious, golden-coated, one +Who glisters like the morning sun, +Whom thousands of his race surround, +'Tis Hara for his strength renowned. +Next comes a mighty chieftain, he +Whose legions, armed with rock and tree, +Press on, in numbers passing tale, +The ramparts of our town to scale. +O Ravan, see the king advance +Terrific with his fiery glance, +Girt by the bravest of his train, +Majestic as the God of Rain, +Parjanya, when his host of clouds +About the king, embattled, crowds: +On Rikshavan's high mountain nursed, +In Narmada940 he slakes his thirst, +Dhúmra, proud ursine chief, who leads +Wild warriors whom the forest breeds. +His brother, next in strength and age, +In Jambavan the famous sage. +Of yore his might and skill he lent +To him who rules the firmament, +And Indra's liberal boons repaid +The chieftain for the timely aid. +There like a gloomy cloud that flies +Borne by the tempest through the skies, +Pramathí stands: he roamed of yore +The forest wilds on Ganga's shore, +Where elephants were struck with dread +And trembling at his coming fled. +There on his foes he loved to sate +The old hereditary hate.941 +[pg 449] +Look, Gaja and Gavaksha show +Their lust of battle with the foe. +See Nala burning for the fray, +And Níla chafing at delay. +Behind the eager captains press +Wild hosts in numbers numberless, +And each for Rama's sake would fall +Or force his way through Lanka's wall.” +Canto XXVIII. The Chieftains. +There Saran ceased: then Śuka broke +The silence and to Ravan spoke: +“O Monarch, yonder chiefs survey: +Like elephants in size are they, +And tower like stately trees that grow +Where Ganga's nursing waters flow; +Yea, tall as mountain pines that fling +Long shadows o'er the snow-crowned king. +They all in wild Kishkindha dwell +And serve their lord Sugríva well. +The Gods' and bright Gandharvas' seed, +They take each form that suits their need. +Now farther look, O Monarch, where +Those chieftains stand, a glorious pair, +Conspicuous for their godlike frames; +Dwivid and Mainda are their names. +Their lips the drink of heaven have known, +And Brahma claims them for his own. +That chieftain whom thine eyes behold +Refulgent like a hill of gold, +Before whose wrathful might the sea +Roused from his rest would turn and flee, +The peerless Vanar, he who came +To Lanka for the Maithil dame, +The Wind-God's son Hanuman; thou +Hast seen him once, behold him now. +Still nearer let thy glance be bent, +And mark that prince preëminent +Mid chieftains for his strength and size +And splendour of his lotus eyes. +Far through the worlds his virtues shine, +The glory of Ikshvaku's line. +The path of truth he never leaves, +And still through all to duty cleaves. +Deep in the Vedas, skilled to wield +The mystic shafts to him revealed: +Whose flaming darts to heaven ascend, +And through the earth a passage rend: +In might like him who rules the sky; +Like Yama, when his wrath grows high: +Whose queen, the darling of his soul, +Thy magic art deceived and stole: +There royal Rama stands and longs +For battle to avenge his wrongs. +Near on his right a prince, in hue +Like pure gold freshly burnished, view: +Broad is his chest, his eye is red, +His black hair curls about his head: +'Tis Lakshman, faithful friend, who shares +His brother's joys, his brother's cares. +By Rama's side he loves to stand +And serve him as his better hand, +For whose dear sake without a sigh +The warrior youth would gladly die. +On Rama's left Vibhishan view, +With giants for his retinue: +King-making drops have dewed his head, +Appointed monarch in thy stead. +Behold that chieftain sternly still, +High towering like a rooted hill, +Supreme in power and pride of place, +The monarch of the Vanar race. +Raised high above his woodland kind, +In might and glory, frame and mind, +His head above his host he shows +Conspicuous as the Lord of Snows. +His home is far from hostile eyes +Where deep in woods Kishkindha lies. +A glistering chain which flowers bedeck +With burnished gold adorns his neck. +Queen Fortune, loved by Gods and kings, +To him her chosen favourite clings. +That chain he owes to Rama's grace, +And Tara and his kingly place. +In him the great Sugríva know, +Whom Rama rescued from his foe.”942 +Canto XXIX. Sardúla Captured. +The giant viewed with earnest ken +The Vanars and the lords of men; +Then thus, with grief and anger moved, +In bitter tone the spies reproved: +“Can faithful servants hope to please +Their master with such fates as these? +Or hope ye with wild words to wring +The bosom of your lord and king? +Such words were better said by those +Who come arrayed our mortal foes. +In vain your ears have heard the sage, +And listened to the lore of age, +Untaught, though lectured many a day, +The first great lesson, to obey, +'Tis marvel Ravan reigns and rules +Whose counsellors are blind and fools. +Has death no terrors that ye dare +To tempt your monarch to despair, +[pg 450] +From whose imperial mandate flow +Disgrace and honour, weal and woe? +Yea, forest trees, when flames are fanned +About their scorching trunks, may stand; +But naught can set the sinner free +When kings the punishment decree. +I would not in mine anger spare +The traitorous foe-praising pair, +But years of faithful service plead +For pardon, and they shall not bleed. +Henceforth to me be dead: depart, +Far from my presence and my heart.” +Thus spoke the angry king: the two +Cried, Long live Ravan, and withdrew, +The giant monarch turned and cried +To strong Mahodar at his side: +“Go thou, and spies more faithful bring. +More duteous to their lord the king.” +Swift at his word Mahodar shed, +And came returning at the head +Of long tried messengers, who bent +Before their monarch reverent. +“Go quickly hence,” said Ravan “scan +With keenest eyes the foeman's plan. +Learn who, as nearest friends, advise +And mould each secret enterprise. +Learn when he wakes and goes to rest, +Sound every purpose of his breast. +Learn what the prince intends to-day: +Watch keenly all, and come away.” +With joy they heard the words he said: +Then with Śardúla at their head +About the giant king they went +With circling paces reverent. +By fair Suvela's grassy side +The chiefs of Raghu's race they spied, +Where, shaded by the waving wood, +Vibhishan and Sugríva stood. +A while they rested there and viewed +The Vanars' countless multitude. +Vibhishan with observant eyes +Knew at a glance the giant spies, +And bade the warriors of his train +Bind the rash foes with cord and chain: +“Śardúla's is the sin,” he cried. +He neath the Vanars' hands had died, +But Rama from their fury freed +The captive in his utmost need, +And, merciful at sight of woe, +Loosed all the spies and bade them go. +Then home to Lanka's monarch fled +The giant chiefs discomfited. +Canto XXX. Sardúla's Speech. +They told their lord that Rama still +Lay waiting by Suvela's hill. +The tyrant, flushed with angry glow, +Heard of the coming of the foe, +And thus with close inquiry pressed +Śardúla spokesman for the rest: +“Why art thou sad, night-rover? speak: +Has grief or terror changed thy cheek? +Have the wild Vanars' hostile bands +Assailed thee with their mighty hands?” +Śardúla heard, but scarce might speak; +His trembling tones were faint and weak: +“O Giant King, in vain we try +The purpose of the foe to spy. +Their strength and number none may tell, +And Rama guards his legions well. +He leaves no hope to prying eyes, +And parley with the chiefs denies: +Each road and path a Vanar guard, +Of mountain size, has closed and barred. +Soon as my feet an entrance found +By giants was I seized and bound, +And wounded sore I fell beneath +Their fists and knees and hands and teeth. +Then trembling, bleeding, wellnigh dead +To Rama's presence was I led. +He in his mercy stooped to save, +And freedom to the captive gave. +With rocks and shattered mountains he +Has bridged his way athwart the sea, +And he and all his legions wait +Embattled close to Lanka's gate. +Soon will the host thy wall assail, +And, swarming on, the rampart scale. +Now, O my King, his consort yield, +Or arm thee with the sword and shield. +This choice is left thee: choose between +Thy safety and the Maithil queen.”943 +Canto XXXI. The Magic Head. +The tyrant's troubled eye confessed +The secret fear that filled his breast. +With dread of coming woe dismayed +He called his counsellors to aid; +Then sternly silent, deep in thought, +His chamber in the palace sought. +Then, as the surest hope of all, +The monarch bade his servants call +[pg 451] +Vidyujjihva, whom magic skill +Made master of the means of ill. +Then spake the lord of Lanka's isle: +“Come, Síta with thine arts beguile. +With magic skill and deftest care +A head like Rama's own prepare. +This head, long shafts and mighty bow, +To Janak's daughter will we show.” +He ceased: Vidyujjihva obeyed, +And wondrous magic skill displayed; +And Ravan for the art he showed +An ornament of price bestowed. +Then to the grove where Síta lay +The lord of Lanka took his way. +Pale, wasted, weeping, on the ground +The melancholy queen he found, +Whose thoughts in utmost stress of ill +Were fixed upon her husband still. +The giant king approached the dame, +Declared in tones of joy his name; +Then heeding naught her wild distress +Bespake her, stern and pitiless: +“The prince to whom thy fancies cling +Though loved and wooed by Lanka's king, +Who slew the noble Khara,—he +Is slain by warriors sent by me. +Thy living root is hewn away, +Thy scornful pride is tamed to-day. +Thy lord in battle's front has died, +And Síta shall be Ravan's bride. +Hence, idle thoughts: thy hope is fled; +What wilt thou, Síta, with the dead? +Rise, child of Janak, rise and be +The queen of all my queens and me. +Incline thine ear, and I will tell, +Dear lady, how thy husband fell. +He bridged his way across the sea +With countless troops to fight with me. +The setting sun had flushed the west +When on the shore they took their rest. +Weary with toil no watch they kept, +Securely on the sands they slept. +Prahasta's troops assailed our foes, +And smote them in their deep repose. +Scarce could their bravest prove their might: +They perished in the dark of night. +Axe, spear, and sword, directed well, +Upon the sleeping myriads fell. +First in the fight Prahasta's sword +Reft of his head thy slumbering lord. +Roused at the din Vibhishan rose, +The captive of surrounding foes, +And Lakshman through the woods that spread +Around him with his Vanars fled. +Hanúman fell: one deadly stroke +The neck of King Sugríva broke, +And Mainda sank, and Dwivid lay +Gasping in blood his life away. +The Vanars died, or fled dispersed +Like cloudlets when the storm has burst. +Some rose aloft in air, and more +Ran to the sea and filled the shore. +On shore, in woods, on hill and plain +Our conquering giants left the slain. +Thus my victorious host o'erthrew +The Vanars, and thy husband slew: +See, rudely stained with dust, and red +With dropping blood, the severed head.” +Then, turning to a Rakshas slave, +The ruthless king his mandate gave, +And straight Vidyujjihva who bore +The head still wet with dripping gore, +The arrows and the mighty bow, +Bent down before his master low. +“Vidyujjihva,” cried Ravan, “place +The head before the lady's face, +And let her see with weeping eyes +That low in death her husband lies.” +Before the queen the giant laid +The beauteous head his art had made. +And Ravan cried: “Thine eyes will know +These arrows and the mighty bow. +With fame of this by Rama strung +The earth and heaven and hell have rung. +Prahasta brought it hither when +His hand had slain thy prince of men. +Now, widowed Queen, thy hopes resign: +Forget thy husband and be mine.” +Canto XXXII. Síta's Lament. +Again her eyes with tears o'erflowed: +She gazed upon the head he showed, +Gazed on the bow so famed of yore, +The glorious bow which Rama bore. +She gazed upon his cheek and brows, +The eyes of her beloved spouse; +His lips, the lustre of his hair, +The priceless gem that glittered there. +The features of her lord she knew, +And, pierced with anguish at the view, +She lifted up her voice and cried: +“Kaikeyí, art thou satisfied? +Now all thy longings are fulfilled; +The joy of Raghu's race is killed, +And ruined is the ancient line, +Destroyer, by that fraud of thine. +Ah, what offence, O cruel dame, +What fault in Rama couldst thou blame, +To drive him clad in hermit dress +With Síta to the wilderness?” +Great trembling seized her frame, and she +Fell like a stricken plantain tree. +As lie the dead she lay; at length +Slowly regaining sense and strength, +On the dear head she fixed her eye +[pg 452] +And cried with very bitter cry: +“Ah, when thy cold dead cheek I view, +My hero, I am murdered too. +Then first a faithful woman's eyes +See sorrow, when her husband dies. +When thou, my lord, wast nigh to save, +Some stealthy hand thy death wound gave. +Thou art not dead: rise, hero, rise; +Long life was thine, as spake the wise +Whose words, I ween, are ever true, +For faith lies open to their view. +Ah lord, and shall thy head recline +On earth's cold breast, forsaking mine, +Counting her chill lap dearer far +Than I and my caresses are? +Ah, is it thus these eyes behold +Thy famous bow adorned with gold, +Whereon of yore I loved to bind +Sweet garlands that my hands had twined? +And hast thou sought in heaven a place +Amid the founders of thy race, +Where in the home deserved so well +Thy sires and Daśaratha dwell? +Or dost thou shine a brighter star +In skies where blest immortals are, +Forsaking in thy lofty scorn +The race wherein thy sires were born? +Turn to my gaze, O turn thine eye: +Why are thy cold lips silent, why? +When first we met as youth and maid, +When in thy hand my hand was laid, +Thy promise was thy steps should be +Through life in duty's path with me. +Remember, faithful still, thy vow, +And take me with thee even now. +Is that broad bosom where I hung, +That neck to which I fondly clung, +Where flowery garlands breathed their scent +By hungry dogs and vultures rent? +Shall no funereal honours grace +The parted lord of Raghu's race, +Whose bounty liberal fees bestowed, +For whom the fires of worship glowed? +Kauśalya wild with grief will see +One sole survivor of the three +Who in their hermit garments went +To the dark woods in banishment. +Then at her cry shall Lakshman tell +How, slain by night, the Vanars fell; +How to thy side the giants crept, +And slew the hero as he slept. +Thy fate and mine the queen will know, +And broken-hearted die of woe. +For my unworthy sake, for mine, +Rama, the glory of his line, +Who bridged his way across the main, +Is basely in a puddle slain; +And I, the graceless wife he wed, +Have brought this ruin on his head. +Me, too, on him, O Ravan, slay: +The wife beside her husband lay. +By his dear body let me rest, +Cheek close to cheek and breast to breast, +My happy eyes I then will close, +And follow whither Rama goes.” +Thus cried the miserable dame; +When to the king a warder came, +Before the giant monarch bowed +And said that, followed by a crowd +Of counsellors and lords of state, +Prahasta stood before the gate, +And, sent by some engrossing care, +Craved audience of his master there. +The anxious tyrant left his seat +And hastened forth the chief to meet: +Then summoning his nobles all, +Took counsel in his regal hall. +When Lanka's lord had left the queen, +The head and bow no more were seen. +The giant king his nobles eyed, +And, terrible as Yama, cried: +“O faithful lords, the time is come: +Gather our hosts with beat of drum. +Nigh to the town our foeman draws: +Be prudent, nor reveal the cause.” +The nobles listened and obeyed: +Swift were the gathered troops arrayed, +And countless rovers of the night +Stood burning for the hour of fight. +Canto XXXIII. Sarama. +But Sarama, of gentler mood, +With pitying eyes the mourner viewed, +Stole to her side and softly told +Glad tidings that her heart consoled, +Revealing with sweet voice and smile +The secret of the giant's guile. +She, one of those who night and day +Watching in turns by Síta lay, +Though Rakshas born felt pity's touch, +And loved the hapless lady much. +“I heard,” she said, “thy bitter cry, +Heard Ravan's speech and thy reply, +For, hiding in the thicket near, +No word or tone escaped mine ear. +When Ravan hastened forth I bent +My steps to follow as he went, +And learnt the secret cause that drove +The monarch from the Aśoka grove. +Believe me, Queen, thou needst not weep +For Rama slaughtered in his sleep. +Thy lion lord of men defies +By day attack, by night surprise. +Can even giants slay with ease +Vast hosts who fight with brandished trees, +For whom, with eye that never sleeps, +His constant watch thy Rama keeps? +[pg 453] +Lord of the mighty arm and chest, +Of earthly warriors first and best, +Whose fame through all the regions rings, +Proud scion of a hundred kings; +Who guards his life and loves to lend +His saving succour to a friend: +Whose bow no hand but his can strain,— +Thy lord, thy Rama is not slain. +Obedient to his master's will, +A great magician, trained in ill, +With deftest art surpassing thought +That marvellous illusion wrought. +Let rising hope thy grief dispel: +Look up and smile, for all is well, +And gentle Lakshmí, Fortune's Queen, +Regards thee with a favouring mien. +Thy Rama with his Vanar train +Has thrown a bridge athwart the main, +Has led his countless legions o'er, +And ranged them on this southern shore. +These eyes have seen the hero stand +Girt by his hosts on Lanka's strand, +And breathless spies each moment bring +Fresh tidings to the giant king; +And every peer and lord of state +Is called to counsel and debate.” +She ceased: the sound, long loud and clear, +Of gathering armies smote her ear, +Where call of drum and shell rang out, +The tambour and the battle shout; +And, while the din the echoes woke, +Again to Janak's child she spoke: +“Hear, lady, hear the loud alarms +That call the Rakshas troops to arms, +From stable and from stall they lead +The elephant and neighing steed, +Brace harness on with deftest care, +And chariots for the fight prepare. +Swift o'er the trembling ground career +Mailed horsemen armed with axe and spear, +And here and there in road and street +The terrible battalions meet. +I hear the gathering near and far, +The snorting steed, the rattling car. +Bold chieftains, leaders of the brave, +Press densely on, like wave on wave, +And bright the evening sunbeams glance +On helm and shield, on sword and lance. +Hark, lady, to the ringing steel, +Hark to the rolling chariot wheel: +Hark to the mettled courser's neigh +And drums' loud thunder far away. +The Queen of Fortune holds thee dear, +For Lanka's troops are struck with fear, +And Rama with the lotus eyes, +Like Indra monarch of the skies, +With conquering arm will slay his foe +And free his lady from her woe. +Soon will his breast support thy head, +And tears of joy thine eyes will shed. +Soon by his mighty arm embraced +The long-lost rapture wilt thou taste, +And Rama, meet for highest bliss, +Will gain his guerdon in thy kiss.” +Canto XXXIV. Sarama's Tidings. +Thus Sarama her story told: +And Síta's spirit was consoled, +As when the first fresh rain is shed +The parching earth is comforted. +Then, filled with zeal for Síta's sake, +Again in gentle tones she spake, +And, skilled in arts that soothe and please, +Addressed the queen in words like these: +“Thy husband, lady, will I seek, +Say the fond words thy lips would speak, +And then, unseen of any eye, +Back to thy side will swiftly fly. +My airy flights are speedier far +Than Garuḍa's and the tempest are.” +Then Síta spake: her former woe +Still left her accents faint and low: +“I know thy steps, which naught can stay, +Can urge through heaven and hell their way. +Then if thy love and changeless will +Would serve the helpless captive still, +Go forth and learn each plot and guile +Planned by the lord of Lanka's isle. +With magic art like maddening wine +He cheats these weeping eyes of mine, +Torments me with his suit, nor spares +Reproof or flattery, threats or prayers. +These guards surround me night and day; +My heart is sad, my senses stray; +And helpless in my woe I fear +The tyrant Ravan even here.” +Then Sarama replied: “I go +To learn the purpose of thy foe, +Soon by thy side again to stand +And tell thee what the king has planned.” +She sped, she heard with eager ears +The tyrant speak his hopes and fears, +Where, gathered at their master's call, +The nobles filled the council hall; +Then swiftly, to her promise true, +Back to the Aśoka grove she flew. +The lady on the grassy ground, +Longing for her return, she found; +Who with a gentle smile, to greet +The envoy, led her to a seat. +Through her worn frame a shiver ran +As Sarama her tale began: +“There stood the royal mother: she +Besought her son to set thee free, +[pg 454] +And to her counsel, tears and prayers, +The elder nobles added theirs: +“O be the Maithil queen restored +With honour to her angry lord, +Let Janasthan's unhappy fight +Be witness of the hero's might. +Hanúman o'er the waters came +And looked upon the guarded dame. +Let Lanka's chiefs who fought and fell +The prowess of the leader tell.” +In vain they sued, in vain she wept, +His purpose still unchanged he kept, +As clings the miser to his gold, +He would not loose thee from his hold. +No, never till in death he lies, +Will Lanka's lord release his prize. +Soon slain by Rama's arrows all +The giants with their king will fall, +And Rama to his home will lead +His black-eyed queen from bondage freed.” +An awful sound that moment rose +From Lanka's fast-approaching foes, +Where drum and shell in mingled peal +Made earth in terror rock and reel. +The hosts within the walls arrayed +Stood trembling, in their hearts dismayed; +Thought of the tempest soon to burst, +And Lanka's lord, their ruin, cursed. +Canto XXXV. Malyavan's Speech. +The fearful notes of drum and shell +Upon the ear of Ravan fell. +One moment quailed his haughty look, +One moment in his fear he shook, +But soon recalling wonted pride, +His counsellors he sternly eyed, +And with a voice that thundered through +The council hall began anew: +“Lords, I have heard—your tongues have told— +How Raghu's son is fierce and bold. +To Lanka's shore has bridged his way +And hither leads his wild array. +I know your might, in battle tried, +Fighting and conquering by my side. +Why now, when such a foe is near, +Looks eye to eye in silent fear?” +He ceased, his mother's sire well known +For wisdom in the council shown, +Malyavan, sage and faithful guide. +Thus to the monarch's speech replied: +“Long reigns the king in safe repose, +Unmoved by fear of vanquished foes, +Whose feet by saving knowledge led +In justice path delight to tread: +Who knows to sheath the sword or wield, +To order peace, to strike or yield: +Prefers, when foes are stronger, peace, +And bids a doubtful conflict cease. +Now, King, the choice before thee lies, +Make peace with Rama, and be wise. +This day the captive queen restore +Who brings the foe to Lanka's shore. +The Sire by whom the worlds are swayed +Of yore the Gods and demons made. +With these Injustice sided; those +Fair Justice for her champions chose. +Still Justice dwells with Gods above; +Injustice, fiends and giants love. +Thou, through the worlds that fear thee, long +Hast scorned the right and loved the wrong, +And Justice, with thy foes allied, +Gives might resistless to their side. +Thou, guided by thy wicked will, +Hast found delight in deeds of ill, +And sages in their holy rest +Have trembled, by thy power oppressed. +But they, who check each vain desire, +Are clothed with might which burns like fire. +In them the power and glory live +Which zeal and saintly fervour give. +Their constant task, their sole delight +Is worship and each holy rite, +To chant aloud the Veda hymn, +Nor let the sacred fires grow dim. +Now through the air like thunder ring +The echoes of the chants they sing. +The vapours of their incense rise +And veil with cloudy pall the skies, +And Rakshas might grows weak and faint +Killed by the power of sage and saint. +By Brahma's boon thy life was screened +From God, Gandharva, Yaksha, fiend; +But Vanars, men, and bears, arrayed +Against thee now, thy shores invade. +Red meteors, heralds of despair +Flash frequent through the lurid air, +Foretelling to my troubled mind +The ruin of the Rakshas kind. +With awful thundering overhead +Clouds black as night are densely spread, +And oozing from the gloomy pall +Great drops of blood on Lanka fall. +Dogs roam through house and shrine to steal +The sacred oil and curd and meal, +Cats pair with tigers, hounds with swine, +And asses' foals are born of kine. +In these and countless signs I trace +The ruin of the giant race. +'Tis Vishnu's self who comes to storm +Thy city, clothed in Rama's form; +For, well I ween, no mortal hand +The ocean with a bridge has spanned. +O giant King, the dame release, +And sue to Raghu's son for peace” +[pg 455] +Canto XXXVI. Ravan's Reply. +But Ravan's breast with fury swelled, +And thus he spake by Death impelled, +While, under brows in anger bent, +Fierce glances from his eyes were sent: +“The bitter words which thou, misled +By friendly thought, hast fondly said, +Which praise the foe and counsel fear, +Unheeded fall upon mine ear. +How canst thou deem a mighty foe +This Rama who, in stress of woe, +Seeks, banished as his sire decreed, +Assistance from the Vanar breed? +Am I so feeble in thine eyes, +Though feared by dwellers of the skies,— +Whose might in many a battle shown +The glorious race of giants own? +Shall I for fear of him restore +The lady whom I hither bore, +Exceeding fair like Beauty's Queen944 +Without her well-loved lotus seen? +Around the chief let Lakshman stand, +Sugríva, and each Vanar band, +Soon, Malyavan, thine eyes will see +This boasted Rama slain by me. +I in the brunt of war defy +The mightiest warriors of the sky; +And if I stoop to combat men, +Shall I be weak and tremble then? +This mangled trunk the foe may rend, +But Ravan ne'er can yield or bend, +And be it vice or virtue, I +This nature never will belie. +What marvel if he bridged the sea? +Why should this deed disquiet thee? +This, only this, I surely know, +Back with his life he shall not go.” +Thus in loud tones the king exclaimed, +And mute stood Malyavan ashamed, +His reverend head he humbly bent, +And slowly to his mansion went. +But Ravan stayed, and deep in care +Held counsel with his nobles there, +All entrance to secure and close, +And guard the city from their foes. +He bade the chief Prahasta wait, +Commander at the eastern gate, +To fierce Mahodar, strong and brave, +To keep the southern gate, he gave, +Where Mahaparśva's might should aid +The chieftain with his hosts arrayed. +To guard the west—no chief more fit— +He placed the warrior Indrajít, +His son, the giant's joy and boast, +Surrounded by a Rakshas host: +And mighty Saran hastened forth +With Śuka to protect the north.945 +“I will myself,” the monarch cried, +“Be present on the northern side.” +These orders for the walls' defence +The tyrant gave, then parted thence, +And, by the hope of victory fired, +To chambers far within, retired. +Canto XXXVII. Preparations. +Lords of the legions of the wood, +The chieftains with Vibhishan stood, +And, strangers in the foeman's land, +Their hopes and fears in council scanned: +“See, see where Lanka's towers ascend, +Which Ravan's power and might defend, +Which Gods, Gandharvas, fiends would fail +To conquer, if they durst assail. +How shall our legions pass within, +The city of the foe to win, +With massive walls and portals barred +Which Ravan keeps with surest guard?” +With anxious looks the walls they eyed: +And sage Vibhishan thus replied: +“These lords of mine946 can answer: they +Within the walls have found their way, +The foeman's plan and order learned, +And hither to my side returned. +Now, Rama, let my tongue declare +How Ravan's hosts are stationed there. +Prahasta heads, in warlike state, +His legions at the eastern gate. +To guard the southern portal stands +Mahodar, girt by Rakshas bands, +Where mighty Mahaparśva, sent +By Ravan's hest, his aid has lent. +Guard of the gate that fronts the west +Is valiant Indrajít, the best +Of warriors, Ravan's joy and pride; +And by the youthful chieftain's side +Are giants, armed for fierce attacks +With sword and mace and battle-axe. +North, where approach is dreaded most, +The king, encompassed with a host +Of giants trained in war, whose hands +Wield maces, swords and lances, stands. +[pg 456] +All these are chiefs whom Ravan chose +As mightiest to resist his foes; +And each a countless army947 leads +With elephants and cars and steeds.” +Then Rama, while his spirit burned +For battle, words like these returned: +“The eastern gate be Níla's care, +Opponent of Prahasta there. +The southern gate, with troops arrayed +Let Angad, Bali's son, invade. +The gate that fronts the falling sun +Shall be by brave Hanúman won; +Soon through its portals shall he lead +His myriads of Vanar breed. +The gate that fronts the north shall be +Assailed by Lakshman and by me, +For I myself have sworn to kill +The tyrant who delights in ill. +Armed with the boon which Brahma gave, +The Gods of heaven he loves to brave, +And through the trembling worlds he flies, +Oppressor of the just and wise. +Thou, Jambavan, and thou, O King +Of Vanars, all your bravest bring, +And with your hosts in dense array +Straight to the centre force your way. +But let no Vanar in the storm +Disguise him in a human form, +Ye chiefs who change your shapes at will, +Retain your Vanar semblance still. +Thus, when we battle with the foe, +Both men and Vanars will ye know, +In human form will seven appear; +Myself, my brother Lakshman here; +Vibhishan, and the four he led +From Lanka's city when he fled.” +Thus Raghu's son the chiefs addressed: +Then, gazing on Suvela's crest, +Transported by the lovely sight, +He longed to climb the mountain height. +Canto XXXVIII. The Ascent Of Suvela. +“Come let us scale,” the hero cried, +“This hill with various metals dyed. +This night upon the breezy crest +Sugríva, Lakshman, I, will rest, +With sage Vibhishan, faithful friend, +His counsel and his lore to lend. +From those tall peaks each eager eye +The foeman's city shall espy, +Who from the wood my darling stole +And brought long anguish on my soul.” +Thus spake the lord of men, and bent +His footsteps to the steep ascent, +And Lakshman, true in weal and woe, +Next followed with his shafts and bow. +Vibhishan followed, next in place, +The sovereign of the Vanar race, +And hundreds of the forest kind +Thronged with impetuous feet, behind. +The chiefs in woods and mountains bred +Fast followed to Suvela's head, +And gazed on Lanka bright and fair +As some gay city in the air. +On glittering gates, on ramparts raised +By giant hands, the chieftains gazed. +They saw the mighty hosts that, skilled +In arts of war, the city filled, +And ramparts with new ramparts lined, +The swarthy hosts that stood behind. +With spirits burning for the fight +They saw the giants from the height, +And from a hundred throats rang out +Defiance and the battle shout. +Then sank the sun with dying flame, +And soft the shades of twilight came, +And the full moon's delicious light +Was shed upon the tranquil night. +Canto XXXIX. Lanka. +They slept secure: the sun arose +And called the chieftains from repose. +Before the wondering Vanars, gay +With grove and garden, Lanka lay, +Where golden buds the Champak showed, +And bright with bloom Aśoka glowed, +And palm and Sal and many a tree +With leaf and flower were fair to see. +They looked on wood and lawn and glade, +On emerald grass and dusky shade, +Where creepers filled the air with scent, +And luscious fruit the branches bent, +Where bees inebriate loved to throng, +And each sweet bird was loud in song. +The wondering Vanars passed the bound +That circled that enchanting ground, +And as they came a sweet breeze through +The odorous alleys softly blew. +Some Vanars, at their king's behest, +Onward to bannered Lanka pressed, +While, startled by the strangers' tread, +The birds and deer before them fled. +Earth trembled at each step they took, +And Lanka at their shouting shook. +Bright rose before their wondering eyes +Trikúṭa's peak that kissed the skies, +And, clothed with flowers of every hue, +Afar its golden radiance threw. +Most fair to see the mountain's head +[pg 457] +A hundred leagues in length was spread. +There Ravan's town, securely placed, +The summit of Trikúṭa graced. +O'er leagues of land she stretched in pride, +A hundred long and twenty wide. +They saw a lofty wall enfold +The city, built of blocks of gold, +They saw the beams of morning fall +On dome and fane within the wall, +Bright with the shine that mansion gives +Where Vishnu in his glory lives. +White-crested like the Lord of Snows +Before them Ravan's palace rose. +High on a thousand pillars raised +With gold and precious stone it blazed, +Guarded by giant warders, crown +And ornament of Lanka's town. +Canto XL. Ravan Attacked. +Still stood the son of Raghu where +Suvela's peak rose high in air, +And with Sugríva turned his eye +To scan each quarter of the sky. +There on Trikúṭa, nobly planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +He saw the lovely Lanka, dressed +In all her varied beauty, rest. +High on a tower above the gate +The tyrant stood in kingly state. +The royal canopy displayed +Above him lent its grateful shade, +And servants, from the giant band, +His cheek with jewelled chowries fanned. +Red sandal o'er his breast was spread, +His ornaments and robe were red: +Thus shows a cloud of darksome hue +With golden sunbeams flashing through. +While Rama and the chiefs intent +Upon the king their glances bent, +Up sprang Sugríva from the ground +And reached the turret at a bound. +Unterrified the Vanar stood, +And wroth, with wondrous hardihood, +The king in bitter words addressed, +And thus his scorn and hate expressed: +“King of the giant race, in me +The friend and slave of Rama see. +Lord of the world, he gives me power +To smite thee in thy fenced tower.” +While through the air his challenge rang, +At Ravan's face the Vanar sprang. +Snatched from his head the kingly crown +And dashed it in his fury down. +Straight at his foe the giant flew, +His mighty arms about him threw. +With strength resistless swung him round +And dashed him panting to the ground. +Unharmed amid the storm of blows +Swift to his feet Sugríva rose. +Again in furious fight they met: +With streams of blood their limbs were wet, +Each grasping his opponent's waist. +Thus with their branches interlaced, +Which, crimson with the flowers of spring, +From side to side the breezes swing, +In furious wrestle you may see +The Kinśuk and the Seemal tree.948 +They fought with fists and hands, alike +Prepared to parry and to strike. +Long time the doubtful combat, waged +With matchless strength and fury, raged. +Each fiercely struck, each guarded well, +Till, closing, from the tower they fell, +And, grasping each the other's throat, +Lay for an instant in the moat. +They rose, and each in fiercer mood +The sanguinary strife renewed. +Well matched in size and strength and skill +They fought the dubious battle still. +While sweat and blood their limbs bedewed +They met, retreated, and pursued: +Each stratagem and art they tried, +Stood front to front and swerved aside. +His hand a while the giant stayed +And called his magic to his aid. +But brave Sugríva, swift to know +The guileful purpose of the foe, +Gained with light leap the upper air, +And breath and strength and spirit there; +Then, joyous as for victory won, +Returned to Raghu's royal son. +Canto XLI. Rama's Envoy. +When Rama saw each bloody trace +On King Sugríva's limbs and face, +He cried, while, sorrowing at the view, +His arms about his friend he threw: +“Too venturous chieftain, kings like us +Bring not their lives in peril thus; +Nor, save when counsel shows the need, +Attempt so bold, so rash a deed. +Remember, I, Vibhishan all +Have sorrowed fearing for thy fall. +O do not—for us all I speak— +These desperate adventures seek.” +“I could not,” cried Sugríva, “brook +Upon the giant king to look, +[pg 458] +Nor challenge to the deadly strife +The fiend who robbed thee of thy wife.” +“Now Lakshman, marshal,” Rama cried, +“Our legions where the woods are wide, +And stand we ready to oppose +The fury of our giant foes. +This day our armies shall ascend +The walls which Ravan's powers defend, +And floods of Rakshas blood shall stain +The streets encumbered with the slain.” +Down from the peak he came, and viewed +The Vanars' ordered multitude. +Each captain there for battle burned, +Each fiery eye to Lanka turned. +On, where the royal brothers led +To Lanka's walls the legions sped. +The northern gate, where giant foes +Swarmed round their monarch, Rama chose +Where he in person might direct +The battle, and his troops protect. +What arm but his the post might keep +Where, strong as he who sways the deep,949 +Mid thousands armed with bow and mace, +Stood Ravan mightiest of his race? +The eastern gate was Níla's post, +Where marshalled stood his Vanar host, +And Mainda with his troops arrayed, +And Dwivid stood to lend him aid. +The southern gate was Angad's care, +Who ranged his bold battalions there. +Hanúman by the port that faced +The setting sun his legions placed, +And King Sugríva held the wood +East of the gate where Ravan stood. +On every side the myriads met, +And Lanka's walls of close beset +That scarce the roving gale could win +A passage to the hosts within. +Loud as the angry ocean's roar +When wild waves lash the rocky shore, +Ten thousand thousand throats upsent +A shout that tore the firmament, +And Lanka with each grove and brook +And tower and wall and rampart shook. +The giants heard, and were appalled: +Then Raghu's son to Angad called, +And, led by kingly duty,950 gave +This order merciful as brave: +“Go, Angad, Ravan's presence seek, +And thus my words of warning speak: +“How art thou changed and fallen now, +O Monarch of the giants, thou +Whose impious fury would not spare +Saint, nymph, or spirit of the air; +Whose foot in haughty triumph trod +On Yaksha, king, and Serpent God: +How art thou fallen from thy pride +Which Brahma's favour fortified! +With myriads at thy Lanka's gate +I stand my righteous ire to sate, +And punish thee with sword and flame, +The tyrant fiend who stole my dame. +Now show the might, employ the guile, +O Monarch of the giants' isle, +Which stole a helpless dame away: +Call up thy power and strength to-day. +Once more I warn thee, Rakshas King, +This hour the Maithil lady bring, +And, yielding while there yet is time, +Seek, suppliant, pardon for the crime, +Or I will leave beneath the sun +No living Rakshas, no, not one. +In vain from battle wilt thou fly, +Or borne on pinions seek the sky; +The hand of Rama shall not spare; +His fiery shaft shall smite thee there.’ ” +He ceased: and Angad bowed his head; +Thence like embodied flame he sped, +And lighted from his airy road +Within the Rakshas king's abode. +There sate, the centre of a ring +Of counsellors, the giant king. +Swift through the circle Angad pressed, +And spoke with fury in his breast: +“Sent by the lord of Kośal's land, +His envoy here, O King, I stand, +Angad the son of Bali: fame +Has haply taught thine ears my name. +Thus in the words of Rama I +Am come to warn thee or defy: +Come forth, and fighting in the van +Display the spirit of a man. +This arm shall slay thee, tyrant: all +Thy nobles, kith and kin shall fall: +And earth and heaven, from terror freed, +Shall joy to see the oppressor bleed. +Vibhishan, when his foe is slain, +Anointed king in peace shall reign. +Once more I counsel thee: repent, +Avoid the mortal punishment, +With honour due the dame restore, +And pardon for thy sin implore.” +Loud rose the king's infuriate cry: +“Seize, seize the Vanar, let him die.” +Four of his band their lord obeyed, +And eager hands on Angad laid. +He purposing his strength to show +Gave no resistance to the foe, +But swiftly round his captors cast +His mighty arms and held them fast. +Fierce shout and cry around him rang: +Light to the palace roof he sprang, +There his detaining arms unwound, +And hurled the giants to the ground. +Then, smiting with a fearful stroke, +A turret from the roof he broke,— +As when the fiery levin sent +[pg 459] +By Indra from the clouds has rent +The proud peak of the Lord of Snow,— +And flung the stony mass below. +Again with loud terrific cry +He sprang exulting to the sky, +And, joyous for his errand done, +Stood by the side of Raghu's son. +Canto XLII. The Sally. +Still was the cry, “The Vanar foes +Around the leaguered city close.” +King Ravan from the terrace gazed +And saw, with eyes where fury blazed, +The Vanar host in serried ranks +Press to the moat and line the banks, +And, first in splendour and in place, +The lion lord of Raghu's race. +And Rama looked on Lanka where +Gay flags were streaming to the air, +And, while keen sorrow pierced him through, +His loving thoughts to Síta flew: +“There, there in deep affliction lies +My darling with the fawn-like eyes. +There on the cold bare ground she keeps +Sad vigil and for Rama weeps.” +Mad with the thought, “Charge, charge,” he cried. +“Let earth with Rakshas blood be dyed.” +Responsive to his call rang out +A loud, a universal shout, +As myriads filled the moat with stone, +Trees, rocks, and mountains overthrown, +And charging at their leader's call +Pressed forward furious to the wall. +Some in their headlong ardour scaled +The rampart's height, the guard assailed, +And many a ponderous fragment rent +From portal, tower, and battlement. +Huge gates adorned with burnished gold +Were loosed and lifted from their hold; +And post and pillar, with a sound +Like thunder, fell upon the ground. +At every portal, east and west +And north and south, the chieftains pressed +Each in his post appointed led +His myriads in the forest bred. +“Charge, let the gates be opened wide: +Charge, charge, my giants,” Ravan cried. +They heard his voice, and loud and long +Rang the wild clamour of the throng, +And shell and drum their notes upsent, +And every martial instrument. +Forth, at the bidding of their lord +From every gate the giants poured, +As, when the waters rise and swell, +Huge waves preceding waves impel. +Again from every Vanar throat +A scream of fierce defiance smote +The welkin: earth and sea and sky +Reëchoed with the awful cry. +The roar of elephants, the neigh +Of horses eager for the fray. +The frequent clash of warriors' steel, +The rattling of the chariot wheel. +Fierce was the deadly fight: opposed +In terrible array they closed, +As when the Gods of heaven enraged +With rebel fiends wild battle waged. +Axe, spear, and mace were wielded well: +At every blow a Vanar fell. +But shivered rock and brandished tree +Brought many a giant on his knee, +To perish in his turn beneath +The deadly wounds of nails and teeth. +Canto XLIII. The Single Combats. +Brave chiefs of each opposing side +Their strength in single combat tried. +Fierce Indrajít the fight began +With Angad in the battle's van. +Sampati, strongest of his race, +Stood with Prajangha face to face. +Hanúman, Jambumali met +In mortal opposition set. +Vibhishan, brother of the lord +Of Lanka, raised his threatening sword +And singled out, with eyes aglow +With wrath, Śatrughna for his foe. +The mighty Gaja Tapan sought, +And Níla with Nikumbha fought. +Sugríva, Vanar king, defied +Fierce Praghas long in battle tried, +And Lakshman fearless in the fight +Encountered Vírúpaksha's might. +To meet the royal Rama came +Wild Agniketu fierce as flame; +Mitraghana, he who loved to strike +His foeman and his friend alike: +With Raśmiketu, known and feared +Where'er his ponderous flag was reared; +And Yajnakopa whose delight +Was ruin of the sacred rite. +These met and fought, with thousands more, +And trampled earth was red with gore. +Swift as the bolt which Indra sends +When fire from heaven the mountain rends +Smote Indrajít with furious blows +On Angad queller of his foes. +But Angad from his foeman tore +The murderous mace the warrior bore, +[pg 460] +And low in dust his coursers rolled, +His driver, and his car of gold. +Struck by the shafts Prajangha sped, +The Vanar chief Sampati bled, +But, heedless of his gashes he +Crushed down the giant with a tree. +Then car-borne Jambumali smote +Hanuman on the chest and throat; +But at the car the Vanar rushed, +And chariot, steeds, and rider crushed. +Sugríva whirled a huge tree round, +And struck fierce Praghas to the ground. +One arrow shot from Lakshman's bow +Laid mighty Vírúpaksha low. +His giant foes round Rama pressed +And shot their shafts at head and breast; +But, when the iron shower was spent, +Four arrows from his bow he sent, +And every missile, deftly sped; +Cleft from the trunk a giant head.951 +Canto XLIV. The Night. +The lord of Light had sunk and set: +Night came; the foeman struggled yet; +And fiercer for the gloom of night +Grew the wild fury of the fight. +Scarce could each warrior's eager eye +The foeman from the friend descry. +“Rakshas or Vanar? say;” cried each, +And foe knew foeman by his speech. +“Why wilt thou fly? O warrior, stay: +Turn on the foe, and rend and slay:” +Such were the cries, such words of fear +Smote through the gloom each listening ear. +Each swarthy rover of the night +Whose golden armour flashed with light, +Showed like a towering hill embraced +By burning woods about his waist. +The giants at the Vanars flew, +And ravening ate the foes they slew: +With mortal bite like serpent's fang, +The Vanars at the giants sprang, +And car and steeds and they who bore +The pennons fell bedewed with gore. +No serried band, no firm array +The fury of their charge could stay. +Down went the horse and rider, down +Went giant lords of high renown. +Though midnight's shade was dense and dark, +With skill that swerved not from the mark +Their bows the sons of Raghu drew, +And each keen shaft a chieftain slew. +Uprose the blinding dust from meads +Ploughed by the cars and trampling steeds, +And where the warriors fell the flood +Was dark and terrible with blood. +Six giants952 singled Rama out, +And charged him with a furious shout +Loud as the roaring of the sea +When every wind is raging free. +Six times he shot: six heads were cleft; +Six giants dead on earth were left. +Nor ceased he yet: his bow he strained, +And from the sounding weapon rained +A storm of shafts whose fiery glare +Filled all the region of the air; +And chieftains dropped before his aim +Like moths that perish in the flame. +Earth glistened where the arrows fell, +As shines in autumn nights a dell +Which fireflies, flashing through the gloom, +With momentary light illume. +But Indrajít, when Bali's son953 +The victory o'er the foe had won, +Saw with a fury-kindled eye +His mangled steeds and driver die; +Then, lost in air, he fled the fight, +And vanished from the victor's sight. +The Gods and saints glad voices raised, +And Angad for his virtue praised; +And Raghu's sons bestowed the meed +Of honour due to valorous deed. +Compelled his shattered car to quit, +Rage filled the soul of Indrajít, +Who brooked not, strong by Brahma's grace +Defeat from one of Vanar race. +In magic mist concealed from view +His bow the treacherous warrior drew, +And Raghu's sons were first to feel +The tempest of his winged steel. +Then when his arrows failed to kill +The princes who defied him still, +He bound them with the serpent noose,954 +The magic bond which none might loose. +Canto XLV. Indrajít's Victory. +Brave Rama, burning still to know +The station of his artful foe, +[pg 461] +Gave to ten chieftains, mid the best +Of all the host, his high behest. +Swift rose in air the Vanar band: +Each region of the sky they scanned: +But Ravan's son by magic skill +Checked them with arrows swifter still, +When streams of blood from chest and side +The dauntless Vanars' limbs had dyed, +The giant in his misty shroud +Showed like the sun obscured by cloud. +Like serpents hissing through the air, +His arrows smote the princely pair; +And from their limbs at every rent +A stream of rushing blood was sent. +Like Kinśuk trees they stood, that show +In spring their blossoms' crimson glow. +Then Indrajít with fury eyed +Ikshvaku's royal sons, and cried: +“Not mighty Indra can assail +Or see me when I choose to veil +My form in battle: and can ye, +Children of earth, contend with me? +The arrowy noose this hand has shot +Has bound you with a hopeless knot; +And, slaughtered by my shafts and bow, +To Yama's hall this hour ye go.” +He spoke, and shouted. Then anew +The arrows from his bowstring flew, +And pierced, well aimed with perfect art, +Each limb and joint and vital part. +Transfixed with shafts in every limb, +Their strength relaxed, their eyes grew dim. +As two tall standards side by side, +With each sustaining rope untied, +Fall levelled by the howling blast, +So earth's majestic lords at last +Beneath the arrowy tempest reeled, +And prostrate pressed the battle field. +Canto XLVI. Indrajít's Triumph. +The Vanar chiefs whose piercing eyes +Scanned eagerly the earth and skies, +Saw the brave brothers wounded sore +Transfixed with darts and stained with gore. +The monarch of the Vanar race, +With wise Vibhishan, reached the place; +Angad and Níla came behind, +And others of the forest kind, +And standing with Hanúman there +Lamented for the fallen pair. +Their melancholy eyes they raised; +In fruitless search a while they gazed. +But magic arts Vibhishan knew; +Not hidden from his keener view, +Though veiled by magic from the rest, +The son of Ravan stood confessed. +Fierce Indrajít with savage pride +The fallen sons of Raghu eyed, +And every giant heart was proud +As thus the warrior cried aloud: +“Slain by mine arrows Rama lies, +And closed in death are Lakshman's eyes. +Dead are the mighty princes who +Dúshan and Khara smote and slew. +The Gods and fiends may toil in vain +To free them from the binding chain. +The haughty chief, my father's dread, +Who drove him sleepless from his bed, +While Lanka, troubled like a brook +In rain time, heard his name and shook: +He whose fierce hate our lives pursued +Lies helpless by my shafts subdued. +Now fruitless is each wondrous deed +Wrought by the race the forests breed, +And fruitless every toil at last +Like cloudlets when the rains are past.” +Then rose the shout of giants loud +As thunder from a bursting cloud, +When, deeming Rama, dead, they raised +Their voices and the conqueror praised. +Still motionless, as lie the slain, +The brothers pressed the bloody plain, +No sigh they drew, no breath they heaved, +And lay as though of life bereaved. +Proud of the deed his art had done, +To Lanka's town went Ravan's son, +Where, as he passed, all fear was stilled, +And every heart with triumph filled. +Sugríva trembled as he viewed +Each fallen prince with blood bedewed, +And in his eyes which overflowed +With tears the flame of anger glowed. +“Calm,” cried Vibhishan, “calm thy fears, +And stay the torrent of thy tears. +Still must the chance of battle change, +And victory still delight to range. +Our cause again will she befriend +And bring us triumph in the end. +This is not death: each prince will break +The spell that holds him, and awake; +Nor long shall numbing magic bind +The mighty arm, the lofty mind.” +He ceased: his finger bathed in dew +Across Sugríva's eyes he drew; +From dulling mist his vision freed, +And spoke these words to suit the need: +“No time is this for fear: away +With fainting heart and weak delay. +Now, e'en the tear which sorrow wrings +From loving eyes destruction brings. +Up, on to battle at the head +Of those brave troops which Rama led. +Or guardian by his side remain +Till sense and strength the prince regain. +Soon shall the trance-bound pair revive, +And from our hearts all sorrow drive. +Though prostrate on the earth he lie, +[pg 462] +Deem not that Rama's death is nigh; +Deem not that Lakshmí will forget +Or leave her darling champion yet. +Rest here and be thy heart consoled; +Ponder my words, be firm and bold. +I, foremost in the battlefield, +Will rally all who faint or yield. +Their staring eyes betray their fear; +They whisper each in other's ear. +They, when they hear my cheering cry +And see the friend of Rama nigh, +Will cast their gloom and fears away +Like faded wreaths of yesterday.” +Thus calmed he King Sugríva's dread; +Then gave new heart to those who fled. +Fierce Indrajít, his soul on fire +With pride of conquest, sought his sire, +Raised reverent hands, and told him all, +The battle and the princes' fall. +Rejoicing at his foes' defeat +Upsprang the monarch from his seat, +Girt by his giant courtiers: round +His warrior son his arms he wound, +Close kisses on his head applied, +And heard again how Rama died. +Canto XLVII. Síta. +Still on the ground where Rama slept +Their faithful watch the Vanars kept. +There Angad stood o'erwhelmed with grief +And many a lord and warrior chief; +And, ranged in densest mass around, +Their tree-armed legions held the ground. +Far ranged each Vanar's eager eye, +Now swept the land, now sought the sky, +All fearing, if a leaf was stirred, +A Rakshas in the sound they heard. +The lord of Lanka in his hall, +Rejoicing at his foeman's fall, +Commanded and the warders came +Who ever watched the Maithil dame. +“Go,” cried the Rakshas king, “relate +To Janak's child her husband's fate. +Low on the earth her Rama lies, +And dark in death are Lakshman's eyes. +Bring forth my car and let her ride +To view the chieftains side by side. +The lord to whom her fancy turned +For whose dear sake my love she spurned, +Lies smitten, as he fiercely led +The battle, with his brother dead. +Lead forth the royal lady: go +Her husband's lifeless body show. +Then from all doubt and terror free +Her softening heart will turn to me.” +They heard his speech: the car was brought; +That shady grove the warders sought +Where, mourning Rama night and day, +The melancholy lady lay. +They placed her in the car and through +The yielding air they swiftly flew. +The lady looked upon the plain, +Looked on the heaps of Vanar slain, +Saw where, triumphant in the fight, +Thronged the fierce rovers of the night, +And Vanar chieftains, mournful-eyed, +Watched by the fallen brothers' side. +There stretched upon his gory bed +Each brother lay as lie the dead, +With shattered mail and splintered bow +Pierced by the arrows of the foe. +When on the pair her eyes she bent, +Burst from her lips a wild lament +Her eyes o'erflowed, she groaned and sighed +And thus in trembling accents cried: +Canto XLVIII. Síta's Lament. +“False are they all, proved false to-day, +The prophets of my fortune, they +Who in the tranquil time of old +A blessed life for me foretold, +Predicting I should never know +A childless dame's, a widow's woe, +False are they all, their words are vain, +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +False was the priest and vain his lore +Who blessed me in those days of yore +By Rama's side in bliss to reign: +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +They hailed me happy from my birth, +Proud empress of the lord of earth. +They blessed me—but the thought is pain— +For thou, my lord and life, art slain. +Ah, fruitless hope! each glorious sign +That stamps the future queen is mine, +With no ill-omened mark to show +A widow's crushing hour of woe. +They say my hair is black and fine, +They praise my brows' continuous line; +My even teeth divided well, +My bosom for its graceful swell. +They praise my feet and fingers oft; +They say my skin is smooth and soft, +And call me happy to possess +The twelve fair marks that bring success.955 +But ah, what profit shall I gain? +Thou, O my lord and life, art slain. +The flattering seer in former days +My gentle girlish smile would praise, +[pg 463] +And swear that holy water shed +By Brahman hands upon my head +Should make me queen, a monarch's bride: +How is the promise verified? +Matchless in might the brothers slew +In Janasthan the giant crew. +And forced the indomitable sea +To let them pass to rescue me. +Theirs was the fiery weapon hurled +By him who rules the watery world;956 +Theirs the dire shaft by Indra sped; +Theirs was the mystic Brahma's Head.957 +In vain they fought, the bold and brave: +A coward's hand their death-wounds gave. +By secret shafts and magic spell +The brothers, peers of Indra, fell. +That foe, if seen by Rama's eye +One moment, had not lived to fly. +Though swift as thought, his utmost speed +Had failed him in the hour of need. +No might, no tear, no prayer may stay +Fate's dark inevitable day. +Nor could their matchless valour shield +These heroes on the battle field. +I sorrow for the noble dead, +I mourn my hopes for ever fled; +But chief my weeping eyes o'erflow +For Queen Kauśalya's hopeless woe. +The widowed queen is counting now +Each hour prescribed by Rama's vow, +And lives because she longs to see +Once more her princely sons and me.” +Then Trijaṭa,958 of gentler mould +Though Rakshas born, her grief consoled: +“Dear Queen, thy causeless woe dispel: +Thy husband lives, and all is well. +Look round: in every Vanar face +The light of joyful hope I trace. +Not thus, believe me, shine the eyes +Of warriors when their leader dies. +An Army, when the chief is dead, +Flies from the field dispirited. +Here, undisturbed in firm array, +The Vanars by the brothers stay. +Love prompts my speech; no longer grieve; +Ponder my counsel, and believe. +These lips of mine from earliest youth +Have spoken, and shall speak, the truth. +Deep in my heart thy gentle grace +And patient virtues hold their place. +Turn, lady, turn once more thine eye: +Though pierced with shafts the heroes lie, +On brows and cheeks with blood-drops wet +The light of beauty lingers yet. +Such beauty ne'er is found in death, +But vanishes with parting breath. +O, trust the hope these tokens give: +The heroes are not dead, but live.” +Then Síta joined her hands, and sighed, +“O, may thy words be verified!” +The car was turned, which fleet as thought +The mourning queen to Lanka brought. +They led her to the garden, where +Again she yielded to despair, +Lamenting for the chiefs who bled +On earth's cold bosom with the dead. +Canto XLIX. Rama's Lament. +Ranged round the spot where Rama fell +Each Vanar chief stood sentinel. +At length the mighty hero broke +The trance that held him, and awoke. +He saw his senseless brother, dyed +With blood from head to foot, and cried: +“What have I now to do with life +Or rescue of my prisoned wife, +When thus before my weeping eyes, +Slain in the fight, my brother lies? +A queen like Síta I may find +Among the best of womankind, +But never such a brother, tried +In war, my guardian, friend, and guide. +If he be dead, the brave and true, +I will not live but perish too. +How, reft of Lakshman, shall I meet +My mother, and Kaikeyí greet? +My brother's eager question brook, +And fond Sumitra's longing look? +What shall I say, o'erwhelmed with shame +To cheer the miserable dame? +How, when she hears her son is dead, +Will her sad heart be comforted? +Ah me, for longer life unfit +This mortal body will I quit; +For Lakshman slaughtered for my sake, +From sleep of death will never wake. +Ah when I sank oppressed with care, +Thy gentle voice could soothe despair. +And art thou, O my brother, killed? +Is that dear voice for ever stilled? +Cold are those lips, my brother, whence +Came never word to breed offence? +Ah stretched upon the gory plain +My brother lies untimely slain: +Numbed is the mighty arm that slew +The leaders of the giant crew. +Transfixed with shafts, with blood-streams red, +Thou liest on thy lowly bed: +[pg 464] +So sinks to rest, his journey done, +Mid arrowy rays the crimson sun. +Thou, when from home and sire I fled, +The wood's wild ways with me wouldst tread: +Now close to thine my steps shall be, +For I in death will follow thee. +Vibhishan now will curse my name, +And Rama as a braggart blame, +Who promised—but his word is vain— +That he in Lanka's isle should reign. +Return, Sugríva: reft of me +Lead back thy Vanars o'er the sea, +Nor hope to battle face to face +With him who rules the giant race. +Well have ye done and nobly fought, +And death in desperate combat sought. +All that heroic might can do, +Brave Vanars, has been done by you. +My faithful friends I now dismiss: +Return: my last farewell is this.” +Bedewed with tears was every cheek +As thus the Vanars heard him speak. +Vibhishan on the field had stayed +The Vanar hosts who fled dismayed. +Now lifting up his mace on high +With martial step the chief drew nigh. +The hosts who watched by Rama's side +Beheld his shape and giant stride. +'Tis he, 'tis Ravan's son, they thought: +And all in flight their safety sought. +Canto L. The Broken Spell. +Sugríva viewed the flying crowd, +And thus to Angad cried aloud: +“Why run the trembling hosts, as flee +Storm-scattered barks across the sea?” +“Dost thou not mark,” the chief replied, +“Transfixed with shafts, with bloodstreams dyed, +With arrowy toils about them wound, +The sons of Raghu on the ground?” +That moment brought Vibhishan near. +Sugríva knew the cause of fear, +And ordered Jambavan, who led +The bears, to check the hosts that fled. +The king of bears his hest obeyed: +The Vanars' headlong flight was stayed. +A little while Vibhishan eyed +The brothers fallen side by side. +His giant fingers wet with dew +Across the heroes' eyes he drew, +Still on the pair his sad look bent, +And spoke these word in wild lament: +“Ah for the mighty chiefs brought low +By coward hand and stealthy blow! +Brave pair who loved the open fight, +Slain by that rover of the night. +Dishonest is the victory won +By Indrajít my brother's son. +I on their might for aid relied, +And in my cause they fought and died. +Lost is the hope that soothed each pain: +I live, but live no more to reign, +While Lanka's lord, untouched by ill, +Exults in safe defiance still.” +“Not thus,” Sugríva said, “repine, +For Lanka's isle shall still be thine. +Nor let the tyrant and his son +Exult before the fight be done. +These royal chiefs, though now dismayed, +Freed from the spell by Garuḍ's aid, +Triumphant yet the foe shall meet +And lay the robber at their feet.” +His hope the Vanar monarch told, +And thus Vibhishan's grief consoled. +Then to Sushen who at his side +Expectant stood, Sugríva cried: +“When these regain their strength and sense, +Fly, bear them to Kishkindha hence. +Here with my legions will I stay, +The tyrant and his kinsmen slay, +And, rescued from the giant king, +The Maithil lady will I bring, +Like Glory lost of old, restored +By Śakra, heaven's almighty lord.” +Sushen made answer: “Hear me yet: +When Gods and fiends in battle met, +So fiercely fought the demon crew, +So wild a storm of arrows flew, +That heavenly warriors faint with pain, +Sank smitten by the ceaseless rain. +Vṛihaspati,959 with herb and spell, +Cured the sore wounds of those who fell. +And, skilled in arts that heal and save, +New life and sense and vigour gave. +Far, on the Milky Ocean's shore, +Still grow those herbs in boundless store; +Let swiftest Vanars thither speed +And bring them for our utmost need. +Those herbs that on the mountain spring +Let Panas and Sampati bring, +For well the wondrous leaves they know, +That heal each wound and life bestow. +Beside that sea which, churned of yore, +The amrit on its surface bore, +Where the white billows lash the land, +Chandra's fair height and Drona stand. +Planted by Gods each glittering steep +Looks down upon the milky deep. +Let fleet Hanúman bring us thence +Those herbs of wondrous influence.” +Meanwhile the rushing wind grew loud, +Red lightnings flashed from banks of cloud. +The mountains shook, the wild waves rose, +And smitten with resistless blows +[pg 465] +Unrooted fell each stately tree +That fringed the margin of the sea. +All life within the waters feared +Then, as the Vanars gazed, appeared +King Garuḍ's self, a wondrous sight, +Disclosed in flames of fiery light. +From his fierce eye in sudden dread +All serpents in a moment fled. +And those transformed to shaft that bound +The princes vanished in the ground. +On Raghu's sons his eyes he bent, +And hailed the lords armipotent. +Then o'er them stooped the feathered king, +And touched their faces with his wing. +His healing touch their pangs allayed, +And closed each rent the shafts had made. +Again their eyes were bright and bold, +Again the smooth skin shone like gold. +Again within their shell enshrined +Came memory and each power of mind: +And, from those numbing bonds released, +Their spirit, zeal, and strength increased. +Firm on their feet they stood, and then +Thus Rama spake, the lord of men: +“By thy dear grace in sorest need +From deadly bonds we both are freed. +To these glad eyes as welcome now +As Aja960 or my sire art thou. +Who art thou, mighty being? say, +Thus glorious in thy bright array.” +He ceased: the king of birds replied, +While flashed his eye with joy and pride: +“In me, O Raghu's son, behold +One who has loved thee from of old: +Garuḍ, the lord of all that fly, +Thy guardian and thy friend am I. +Not all the Gods in heaven could loose +These numbing bonds, this serpent noose, +Wherewith fierce Ravan's son, renowned +For magic arts, your limbs had bound. +Those arrows fixed in every limb +Were mighty snakes, transformed by him. +Blood thirsty race, they live beneath +The earth, and slay with venomed teeth. +On, smite the lord of Lanka's isle, +But guard you from the giants' guile +Who each dishonest art employ +And by deceit brave foes destroy. +So shall the tyrant Ravan bleed, +And Síta from his power be freed.” +Thus Garuḍ spake: then, swift as thought, +The region of the sky he sought, +Where in the distance like a blaze +Of fire he vanished from the gaze. +Then the glad Vanars' joy rang out +In many a wild tumultuous shout, +And the loud roar of drum and shell +Startled each distant sentinel. +Canto LI. Dhúmraksha's Sally. +King Ravan, where he sat within, +Heard from his hall the deafening din, +And with a spirit ill at ease +Addressed his lords in words like these: +“That warlike shout, those joyous cries, +Loud as the thunder of the skies, +Upsent from every Vanar throat, +Some new-born confidence denote. +Hark, how the sea and trembling shore +Re-echo with the Vanars' roar. +Though arrowy chains, securely twined +Both Rama and his brother bind, +Still must the fierce triumphant shout +Disturb my soul with rising doubt. +Swift envoys to the army send, +And learn what change these cries portend.” +Obedient, at their master's call, +Fleet giants clomb the circling wall. +They saw the Vanars formed and led: +They saw Sugríva at their head, +The brothers from their bonds released: +And hope grew faint and fear increased. +Their faces pale with doubt and dread, +Back to the giant king they sped, +And to his startled ear revealed +The tidings of the battle field. +The flush of rage a while gave place +To chilling fear that changed his face: +“What?” cried the tyrant, “are my foes +Freed from the binding snakes that close +With venomed clasp round head and limb, +Bright as the sun and fierce like him: +The spell a God bestowed of yore, +The spell that never failed before? +If arts like these be useless, how +Shall giant strength avail us now? +Go forth, Dhúmraksha, good at need, +The bravest of my warriors lead: +Force through the foe thy conquering way, +And Rama and the Vanars slay.” +Before his king with reverence due +Dhúmraksha bowed him, and withdrew. +Around him at his summons came +Fierce legions led by chiefs of fame. +Well armed with sword and spear and mace, +They hurried to the gathering place, +And rushed to battle, borne at speed +By elephant and car and steed. +Canto LII. Dhúmraksha's Death. +The Vanars saw the giant foe +Pour from the gate in gallant show, +[pg 466] +Rejoiced with warriors' fierce delight +And shouted, longing for the fight. +Near came the hosts and nearer yet: +Dire was the tumult as they met, +As, serried line to line opposed, +The Vanars and the giants closed. +Fierce on the foe the Vanars rushed, +And, wielding trees, the foremost crushed; +But, feathered from the heron's wing, +With eager flight from sounding string, +Against them shot with surest aim +A ceaseless storm of arrows came: +And, pierced in head and chest and side, +Full many a Vanar fell and died. +They perished slain in fierce attacks +With sword and pike and battle-axe; +But myriads following undismayed +Their valour in the fight displayed. +Unnumbered Vanars rent and torn +With shaft and spear to earth were borne. +But crushed by branchy trees and blocks +Of jagged stone and shivered rocks +Which the wild Vanars wielded well +The bravest of the giants fell. +Their trampled banners strewed the fields, +And broken swords and spears and shields; +And, crushed by blows which none might stay, +Cars, elephants, and riders lay. +Dhúmraksha turned his furious eye +And saw his routed legions fly. +Still dauntless, with terrific blows, +He struck and slew his foremost foes. +At every blow, at every thrust, +He laid a Vanar in the dust. +So fell they neath the sword and lance +In battle's wild Gandharva961 dance, +Where clang of bow and clash of sword +Did duty for the silvery chord, +And hoofs that rang and steeds that neighed +Loud concert for the dancers made. +So fiercely from Dhúmraksha's bow +His arrows rained in ceaseless flow, +The Vanar legions turned and fled +To all the winds discomfited. +Hanúman saw the Vanars fly; +He heaved a mighty rock on high. +His keen eyes flashed with wrathful fire, +And, rapid as the Wind his sire, +Strong as the rushing tempests are, +He hurled it at the advancing car. +Swift through the air the missile sang: +The giant from the chariot sprang, +Ere crushed by that terrific blow +Lay pole and wheel and flag and bow. +Hanúman's eyes with fury blazed: +A mountain's rocky peak he raised, +Poised it on high in act to throw, +And rushed upon his giant foe. +Dhúmraksha saw: he raised his mace +And smote Hanúman on the face, +Who maddened by the wound's keen pang +Again upon his foeman sprang; +And on the giant's head the rock +Descended with resistless shock. +Crushed was each limb: a shapeless mass +He lay upon the blood-stained grass. +Canto LIII. Vajradanshtra's Sally. +When Ravan in his palace heard +The mournful news, his wrath was stirred; +And, gasping like a furious snake, +To Vajradanshṭra thus he spake: +“Go forth, my fiercest captain, lead +The bravest of the giants' breed. +Go forth, the sons of Raghu slay +And by their side Sugríva lay.” +He ceased: the chieftain bowed his head +And forth with gathered troops he sped. +Cars, camels, steeds were well arrayed, +And coloured banners o'er them played. +Rings decked his arms: about his waist +The life-protecting mail was braced, +And on the chieftain's forehead set +Glittered his cap and coronet. +Borne on a bannered car that glowed +With golden sheen the warrior rode, +And footmen marched with spear and sword +And bow and mace behind their lord. +In pomp and pride of warlike state +They sallied from the southern gate, +But saw, as on their way they sped, +Dread signs around and overhead. +For there were meteors falling fast, +Though not a cloud its shadow cast; +And each ill-omened bird and beast, +Forboding death, the fear increased, +While many a giant slipped and reeled, +Falling before he reached the field. +They met in mortal strife engaged, +And long and fierce the battle raged. +Spears, swords uplifted, gleamed and flashed, +And many a chief to earth was dashed. +A ceaseless storm of arrows rained, +And limbs were pierced and blood-distained. +Terrific was the sound that filled +The air, and every heart was chilled, +As hurtling o'er the giants flew +The rocks and trees which Vanars threw. +Fierce as a hungry lion when +Unwary deer approach his den, +[pg 467] +Angad, his eyes with fury red, +Waving a tree above his head, +Rushed with wild charge which none could stay +Where stood the giants' dense array. +Like tall trees levelled by the blast +Before him fell the giants fast, +And earth that streamed with blood was strown +With warriors, steeds, and cars o'erthrown. +Canto LIV. Vajradanshtra's Death. +The giant leader fiercely rained +His arrows and the fight maintained. +Each time the clanging cord he drew +His certain shaft a Vanar slew. +Then, as the creatures he has made +Fly to the Lord of Life for aid, +To Angad for protection fled +The Vanar hosts dispirited. +Then raged the battle fiercer yet +When Angad and the giant met. +A hundred thousand arrows, hot +With flames of fire, the giant shot; +And every shaft he deftly sent +His foeman's body pierced and rent. +From Angad's limbs ran floods of gore: +A stately tree from earth he tore, +Which, maddened as his gashes bled, +He hurled at his opponent's head. +His bow the dauntless giant drew; +To meet the tree swift arrows flew, +Checked the huge missile's onward way, +And harmless on the earth it lay. +A while the Vanar chieftain gazed, +Then from the earth a rock he raised +Rent from a thunder-splitten height, +And cast it with resistless might. +The giant marked, and, mace in hand, +Leapt from his chariot to the sand, +Ere the rough mass descending broke +The seat, the wheel, the pole and yoke. +Then Angad seized a shattered hill, +Whereon the trees were flowering still, +And with full force the jagged peak +Fell crashing on the giant's cheek. +He staggered, reeled, and fell: the blood +Gushed from the giant in a flood. +Reft of his might, each sense astray, +A while upon the sand he lay. +But strength and wandering sense returned +Again his eyes with fury burned, +And with his mace upraised on high +He wounded Angad on the thigh. +Then from his hand his mace he threw, +And closer to his foeman drew. +Then with their fists they fought, and smote +On brow and cheek and chest and throat. +Worn out with toil, their limbs bedewed, +With blood, the strife they still renewed, +Like Mercury and fiery Mars +Met in fierce battle mid the stars. +A while the deadly fight was stayed: +Each armed him with his trusty blade +Whose sheath with tinkling bells supplied, +And golden net, adorned his side; +And grasped his ponderous leather shield +To fight till one should fall or yield. +Unnumbered wounds they gave and took: +Their wearied bodies reeled and shook. +At length upon the sand that drank +Streams of their blood the warriors sank, +But as a serpent rears his head +Sore wounded by a peasant's tread, +So Angad, fallen on his knees, +Yet gathered strength his sword to seize; +And, severed by the glittering blade, +The giant's head on earth was laid. + +[pg 468] +Canto LIX. Ravan's Sally. +They told him that the chief was killed, +And Ravan's breast with rage was filled. +Then, fiercely moved by wrath and pride, +Thus to his lords the tyrant cried: +“No longer, nobles, may we show +This lofty scorn for such a foe +By whom our bravest, with his train +Of steeds and elephants, is slain. +Myself this day will take the field, +And Raghu's sons their lives shall yield.” +High on the royal car, that glowed +With glory from his face, he rode; +And tambour shell and drum pealed out, +And joyful was each giant's shout. +A mighty host, with eyeballs red +Like flames of kindled fire, he led. +He passed the city gate, and viewed, +Arrayed, the Vanar multitude, +Those wielding massy rocks, and these +Armed with the stems of uptorn trees, +And Rama with his eyes aglow +With warlike ardour viewed the foe, +And thus the brave Vibhishan, best +Of weapon-wielding chiefs, addressed: +“What captain leads this bright array +Where lances gleam and banners play, +And thousands armed with spear and sword +Await the bidding of their lord?” +“Seest, thou,” Vibhishan answered, “one +Whose face is as the morning sun, +Preëminent for hugest frame? +Akampan962 is the giant's name. +Behold that chieftain, chariot-borne, +Whom Brahma's chosen gifts adorn. +He wields a bow like Indra's own; +A lion on his flag is shown, +His eyes with baleful fire are lit: +'Tis Ravan's son, 'tis Indrajít. +There, brandishing in mighty hands +His huge bow, Atikaya stands. +And that proud warrior o'er whose head +A moon-bright canopy is spread: +Whose might, in many a battle tried, +Has tamed imperial Indra's pride; +Who wears a crown of burnished gold, +Is Lanka's lord the lofty-souled.” +He ceased: and Rama knew his foe, +And laid an arrow on his bow: +“Woe to the wretch,” he cried, “whom fate +Abandons to my deadly hate.” +He spoke, and, firm by Lakshman's side, +The giant to the fray defied. +The lord of Lanka bade his train +Of warriors by the gates remain, +To guard the city from surprise +By Rama's forest born allies. +Then as some monster of the sea +Cleaves swift-advancing billows, he +Charged with impetuous onset through +The foe, and cleft the host in two. +Sugríva ran, the king to meet: +A hill uprooted from its seat +He hurled, with trees that graced the height +Against the rover of the night: +But cleft with shafts that checked its way +Harmless upon the earth it lay. +Then fiercer Ravan's fury grew, +An arrow from his side he drew, +Swift as a thunderbolt, aglow +With fire, and launched it at the foe. +Through flesh and bone a way it found, +And stretched Sugríva on the ground. +Sushen and Nala saw him fall, +Gavaksha, Gavaya heard their call, +And, poising hills, in act to fling +They charged amain the giant king. +They charged, they hurled the hills in vain, +He checked them with his arrowy rain, +And every brave assailant felt +The piercing wounds his missiles dealt, +Then smitten by the shafts that came +Keen, fleet, and thick, with certain aim, +They fled to Rama, sure defence +Against the oppressor's violence, +Then, reverent palm to palm applied, +Thus Lakshman to his brother cried: +“To me, my lord, the task entrust +To lay this giant in the dust.” +“Go, then,” said Rama, “bravely fight; +Beat down this rover of the night. +But he, unmatched in bold emprise, +Fears not the Lord of earth and skies, +Keep on thy guard: with keenest eye +Thy moments of attack espy. +Let hand and eye in due accord +Protect thee with the bow and sword.” +Then Lakshman round his brother threw +His mighty arms in honour due, +Bent lowly down his reverent head, +And onward to the battle sped. +Hanúman from afar beheld +How Ravan's shafts the Vanars quelled: +To meet the giant's car he ran, +Raised his right arm and thus began: +“If Brahma's boon thy life has screened +From Yaksha, God, Gandharva, fiend, +With these contending fear no ill, +But tremble at a Vanar still.” +With fury flashing from his eye +The lord of Lanka made reply: +“Strike, Vanar, strike: the fray begin, +And hope eternal fame to win. +This arm shall prove thee in the strife +[pg 469] +And end thy glory and thy life.” +“Remember,” cried the Wind-God's son, +“Remember all that I have done, +My prowess, King, thou knowest well, +Shown in the fight when Aksha963 fell.” +With heavy hand the giant smote +Hanúman on the chest and throat, +Who reeled and staggered to and fro, +Stunned for a moment by the blow. +Till, mustering strength, his hand he reared +And struck the foe whom Indra feared. +His huge limbs bent beneath the shock, +As mountains, in an earthquake, rock, +And from the Gods and sages pealed +Shouts of loud triumph as he reeled. +But strength returning nerved his frame: +His eyeballs flashed with fiercer flame. +No living creature might resist +That blow of his tremendous fist +Which fell upon Hanúman's flank: +And to the ground the Vanar sank, +No sign of life his body showed: +And Ravan in his chariot rode +At Níla; and his arrowy rain +Fell on the captain and his train. +Fierce Níla stayed his Vanar band, +And, heaving with his single hand +A mountain peak, with vigorous swing +Hurled the huge missile at the king. +Hanúman life and strength regained, +Burned for the fight and thus complained: +“Why, coward giant, didst thou flee +And leave the doubtful fight with me?” +Seven mighty arrows keen and fleet +The giant launched, the hill to meet; +And, all its force and fury stayed, +The harmless mass on earth was laid. +Enraged the Vanar chief beheld +The mountain peak by force repelled, +And rained upon the foe a shower +Of trees uptorn with branch and flower. +Still his keen shafts which pierced and rent +Each flying tree the giant sent: +Still was the Vanar doomed to feel +The tempest of the winged steel. +Then, smarting from that arrowy storm, +The Vanar chief condensed his form,964 +And lightly leaping from the ground +On Ravan's standard footing found; +Then springing unimpeded down +Stood on his bow and golden crown. +The Vanar's nimble leaps amazed +Ikshvaku's son who stood and gazed. +The giant, raging in his heart, +Laid on his bow a fiery dart; +The Vanar on his flagstaff eyed, +And thus in tones of fury cried: +“Well skilled in magic lore art thou: +But will thine art avail thee now? +See if thy magic will defend +Thy life against the dart I send.” +Thus Ravan spake, the giant king, +And loosed the arrow from the string. +It pierced, with direst fury sped, +The Vanar with its flaming head. +His father's might, his power innate +Preserved him from the threatened fate. +Upon his knees he fell, distained +With streams of blood, but life remained. +Still Ravan for the battle burned: +At Lakshman next his car he turned, +And charged amain with furious show, +Straining in mighty hands his bow. +“Come,” Lakshman cried, “assay the fight: +Leave foes unworthy of thy might.” +Thus Lakshman spoke: and Lanka's lord +Heard the dread thunder of the cord. +And mad with burning rage and pride +In hasty words like these replied: +“Joy, joy is mine, O Raghu's son: +Thy fate to-day thou canst not shun. +Slain by mine arrows thou shalt tread +The gloomy pathway of the dead.” +Thus as he spoke his bow he drew, +And seven keen shafts at Lakshman flew, +But Raghu's son with surest aim +Cleft every arrow as it came. +Thus with fleet shafts each warrior shot +Against his foe, and rested not. +Then one choice weapon from his store, +By Brahma's self bestowed of yore, +Fierce as the flames that end the world, +The giant king at Lakshman hurled. +The hero fell, and racked with pain, +Scarce could his hand his bow retain. +But sense and strength resumed their seat +And, lightly springing to his feet, +He struck with one tremendous stroke +And Ravan's bow in splinters broke. +From Lakshman's cord three arrows flew +And pierced the giant monarch through. +Sore wounded Ravan closed, and round +Ikshvaku's son his strong arms wound. +With strength unrivalled, Brahma's gift, +He strove from earth his foe to lift. +“Shall I,” he cried, “who overthrow +Mount Meru and the Lord of Snow, +And heaven and all who dwell therein, +Be foiled by one of Rama's kin?” +But though he heaved, and toiled, and strained, +Unmoved Ikshvaku's son remained. +His frame by those huge arms compressed +The giant's God-given force confessed, +But conscious that himself was part +[pg 470] +Of Vishnu, he was firm in heart. +The Wind-God's son the fight beheld, +And rushed at Ravan, rage-impelled. +Down crashed his mighty hand; the foe +Full in the chest received the blow. +His eyes grew dim, his knees gave way, +And senseless on the earth he lay. +The Wind-God's son to Rama bore +Deep-wounded Lakshman stained with gore. +He whom no foe might lift or bend +Was light as air to such a friend. +The dart that Lakshman's side had cleft, +Untouched, the hero's body left, +And flashing through the air afar +Resumed its place in Ravan's car; +And, waxing well though wounded sore, +He felt the deadly pain no more. +And Ravan, though with deep wounds pained, +Slowly his sense and strength regained, +And furious still and undismayed +On bow and shaft his hand he laid. +Then Hanuman to Rama cried: +“Ascend my back, great chief, and ride +Like Vishnu borne on Garuḍ's wing, +To battle with the giant king.” +So, burning for the dire attack, +Rode Rama on the Vanar's back, +And with fierce accents loud and slow +Thus gave defiance to the foe, +While his strained bowstring made a sound +Like thunder when it shakes the ground: +“Stay, Monarch of the giants, stay, +The penalty of sin to pay. +Stay! whither wilt thou fly, and how +Escape the death that waits thee now?” +No word the giant king returned: +His eyes with flames of fury burned. +His arm was stretched, his bow was bent, +And swift his fiery shafts were sent. +Red torrents from the Vanar flowed: +Then Rama near to Ravan strode, +And with keen darts that never failed, +The chariot of the king assailed. +With surest aim his arrows flew: +The driver and the steeds he slew. +And shattered with the pointed steel +Car, flag, and pole and yoke and wheel. +As Indra hurls his bolt to smite +Mount Meru's heaven-ascending height, +So Rama with a flaming dart +Struck Lanka's monarch near the heart, +Who reeled and fell beneath the blow +And from loose fingers dropped his bow. +Bright as the sun, with crescent head, +From Rama's bow an arrow sped, +And from his forehead, proud no more, +Cleft the bright coronet he wore. +Then Rama stood by Ravan's side +And to the conquered giant cried: +“Well hast thou fought: thine arm has slain +Strong heroes of the Vanar train. +I will not strike or slay thee now, +For weary, faint with fight art thou. +To Lanka's town thy footsteps bend, +And there the night securely spend. +To-morrow come with car and bow, +And then my prowess shalt thou know.” +He ceased: the king in humbled pride +Rose from the earth and naught replied. +With wounded limbs and shattered crown +He sought again his royal town. +Canto LX. Kumbhakarna Roused. +With humbled heart and broken pride +Through Lanka's gate the giant hied, +Crushed, like an elephant beneath +A lion's spring and murderous teeth, +Or like a serpent 'neath the wing +And talons of the Feathered King. +Such was the giant's wild alarm +At arrows shot by Rama's arm; +Shafts with red lightning round them curled, +Like Brahma's bolts that end the world. +Supported on his golden throne, +With failing eye and humbled tone, +“Giants,” he cried, “the toil is vain, +Fruitless the penance and the pain, +If I whom Indra owned his peer, +Secure from Gods, a mortal fear. +My soul remembers, now too late, +Lord Brahma's words who spoke my fate: +“Tremble, proud Giant,” thus they ran, +“And dread thy death from slighted man. +Secure from Gods and demons live, +And serpents, by the boon I give. +Against their power thy life is charmed, +But against man is still unarmed.” +This Rama is the man foretold +By Anaranya's965 lips of old: +“Fear, Ravan, basest of the base: +For of mine own imperial race +A prince in after time shall spring +And thee and thine to ruin bring. +And Vedavatí,966 ere she died +Slain by my ruthless insult, cried: +[pg 471] +“A scion of my royal line +Shall slay, vile wretch, both thee and thine.” +She in a later birth became +King Janak's child, now Rama's dame. +Nandíśvara967 foretold this fate, +And Uma968 when I moved her hate, +And Rambha,969 and the lovely child +Of Varun970 by my touch defiled. +I know the fated hour is nigh: +Hence, captains, to your stations fly. +Let warders on the rampart stand: +Place at each gate a watchful band; +And, terror of immortal eyes, +Let mightiest Kumbhakarna rise. +He, slumbering, free from care and pain, +By Brahma's curse, for months has lain. +But when Prahasta's death he hears, +Mine own defeat and doubts and fears, +The chief will rise to smite the foe +And his unrivalled valour show. +Then Raghu's royal sons and all +The Vanars neath his might will fall.” +The giant lords his hest obeyed, +They left him, trembling and afraid, +And from the royal palace strode +To Kumbhakarna's vast abode. +They carried garlands sweet and fresh, +And reeking loads of blood and flesh. +They reached the dwelling where he lay, +A cave that reached a league each way, +Sweet with fair blooms of lovely scent +And bright with golden ornament. +His breathings came so fierce and fast, +Scarce could the giants brook the blast. +They found him on a golden bed +With his huge limbs at length outspread. +They piled their heaps of venison near, +Fat buffaloes and boars and deer. +With wreaths of flowers they fanned his face, +And incense sweetened all the place. +Each raised his mighty voice as loud +As thunders of an angry cloud, +And conchs their stirring summons gave +That echoed through the giant's cave. +Then on his breast they rained their blows, +And high the wild commotion rose +When cymbal vied with drum and horn. +And war cries on the gale upborne. +Through all the air loud discord spread, +And, struck with fear, the birds fell dead. +But still he slept and took his rest. +Then dashed they on his shaggy chest +Clubs, maces, fragments of the rock: +He moved not once, nor felt the shock. +The giants made one effort more +With shell and drum and shout and roar. +Club, mallet, mace, in fury plied, +Rained blows upon his breast and side. +And elephants were urged to aid, +And camels groaned and horses neighed. +They drenched him with a hundred pails, +They tore his ears with teeth and nails. +They bound together many a mace +And beat him on the head and face; +And elephants with ponderous tread +Stamped on his limbs and chest and head. +The unusual weight his slumber broke: +He started, shook his sides, and woke; +And, heedless of the wounds and blows, +Yawning with thirst and hunger rose, +His jaws like hell gaped fierce and wide, +Dire as the flame neath ocean's tide. +Red as the sun on Meru's crest +The giant's face his wrath expressed, +And every burning breath he drew +Was like the blast that rushes through +The mountain cedars. Up he raised +His awful head with eyes that blazed +Like comets, dire as Death in form +Who threats the worlds with fire and storm. +The giants pointed to their stores +Of buffaloes and deer and boars, +And straight he gorged him with a flood +Of wine, with marrow, flesh, and blood. +He ceased: the giants ventured near +And bent their lowly heads in fear. +Then Kumbhakar[n.]a glared with eyes +Still heavy in their first surprise, +Still drowsy from his troubled rest, +And thus the giant band addressed. +“How have ye dared my sleep to break? +No trifling cause should bid me wake. +Say, is all well? or tell the need +That drives you with unruly speed +To wake me. Mark the words I say, +The king shall tremble in dismay, +[pg 472] +The fire be quenched and Indra slain +Ere ye shall break my rest in vain.” +Yúpaksha answered: “Chieftain, hear; +No God or fiend excites our fear. +But men in arms our walls assail: +We tremble lest their might prevail. +For vengeful Rama vows to slay +The foe who stole his queen away, +And, matchless for his warlike deeds, +A host of mighty Vanars leads. +Ere now a monstrous Vanar came, +Laid Lanka waste with ruthless flame, +And Aksha, Ravan's offspring, slew +With all his warrior retinue. +Our king who never trembled yet +For heavenly hosts in battle met, +At length the general dread has shared, +O'erthrown by Rama's arm and spared.” +He ceased: and Kumbhakarna spake: +“I will go forth and vengeance take; +Will tread their hosts beneath my feet, +Then triumph-flushed our king will meet. +Our giant bands shall eat their fill +Of Vanars whom this arm shall kill. +The princes' blood shall be my draught, +The chieftains' shall by you be quaffed.” +He spake, and, with an eager stride +That shook the earth, to Ravan hied. +Canto LXI. The Vanars' Alarm. +The son of Raghu near the wall +Saw, proudly towering over all, +The mighty giant stride along +Attended by the warrior throng; +Heard Kumbhakarna's heavy feet +Awake the echoes of the street; +And, with the lust of battle fired, +Turned to Vibhishan and inquired: +“Vibhishan, tell that chieftain's name +Who rears so high his mountain frame; +With glittering helm and lion eyes, +Preëminent in might and size +Above the rest of giant birth, +He towers the standard of the earth; +And all the Vanars when they see +The mighty warrior turn and flee.” +“In him,” Vibhishan answered, “know +Viśravas' son, the Immortals' foe, +Fierce Kumbhakarna, mightier far +Than Gods and fiends and giants are. +He conquered Yama in the fight, +And Indra trembling owned his might. +His arm the Gods and fiends subdued, +Gandharvas and the serpent brood. +The rest of his gigantic race +Are wondrous strong by God-giving grace; +But nature at his birth to him +Gave matchless power and strength of limb. +Scarce was he born, fierce monster, when +He killed and ate a thousand men. +The trembling race of men, appalled, +On Indra for protection called; +And he, to save the suffering world, +His bolt at Kumbhakarna hurled. +So awful was the monster's yell +That fear on all the nations fell, +He, rushing on with furious roar, +A tusk from huge Airavat tore, +And dealt the God so dire a blow +That Indra reeling left his foe, +And with the Gods and mortals fled +To Brahma's throne dispirited. +“O Brahma,” thus the suppliants cried, +“Some refuge for this woe provide. +If thus his maw the giant sate +Soon will the world be desolate.” +The Self-existent calmed their woe, +And spake in anger to their foe: +“As thou wast born, Pulastya's son, +That worlds might weep by thee undone, +Thou like the dead henceforth shalt be: +Such is the curse I lay on thee.” +Senseless he lay, nor spoke nor stirred; +Such was the power of Brahma's word. +But Ravan, troubled for his sake, +Thus to the Self-existent spake: +“Who lops the tree his care has reared +When golden fruit has first appeared? +Not thus, O Brahma, deal with one +Descended from thine own dear son.971 +Still thou, O Lord, thy word must keep, +He may not die, but let him sleep. +Yet fix a time for him to break +The chains of slumber and awake.” +He ceased: and Brahma made reply; +“Six months in slumber shall he lie +And then arising for a day +Shall cast the numbing bonds away.” +Now Ravan in his doubt and dread +Has roused the monster from his bed, +Who comes in this the hour of need +On slaughtered Vanars flesh to feed. +Each Vanar, when his awe-struck eyes +Behold the monstrous chieftain, flies. +With hopeful words their minds deceive, +And let our trembling hosts believe +They see no giant, but, displayed, +A lifeless engine deftly made.” +Then Rama called to Níla: “Haste, +Let troops near every gate be placed, +And, armed with fragments of the rock +And trees, each lane and alley block.” +[pg 473] +Thus Rama spoke: the chief obeyed, +And swift the Vanars stood arrayed, +As when the black clouds their battle form, +The summit of a hill to storm. +Canto LXII. Ravan's Request. +Along bright Lanka's royal road +The giant, roused from slumber, strode, +While from the houses on his head +A rain of fragrant flowers was shed. +He reached the monarch's gate whereon +Rich gems and golden fretwork shone. +Through court and corridor that shook +Beneath his tread his way he took, +And stood within the chamber where +His brother sat in dark despair. +But sudden, at the grateful sight +The monarch's eye again grew bright. +He started up, forgot his fear, +And drew his giant brother near. +The younger pressed the elder's feet +And paid the King observance meet, +Then cried: “O Monarch, speak thy will, +And let my care thy word fulfil. +What sudden terror and dismay +Have burst the bonds in which I lay?” +Fierce flashed the flame from Ravan's eye, +As thus in wrath he made reply: +“Fair time, I ween, for sleep is this, +To lull thy soul in tranquil bliss, +Unheeding, in oblivion drowned, +The dangers that our lives surround. +Brave Rama, Daśaratha's son, +A passage o'er the sea has won, +And, with the Vanar monarch's aid, +Round Lanka's walls his hosts arrayed. +Though never in the deadly field +My Rakshas troops were known to yield, +The bravest of the giant train +Have fallen by the Vanars slain. +Hence comes my fear. O fierce and brave, +Go forth, our threatened Lanka save. +Go forth, a dreadful vengeance take: +For this, O chief, I bade thee wake. +The Gods and trembling fiends have felt +The furious blows thine arm has dealt. +Earth has no warrior, heaven has none +To match thy might, Paulastya's son.” +Canto LXIII. Kumbhakarna's Boast. +Then Kumbhakarna laughed aloud +And cried; “O Monarch, once so proud, +We warned thee, but thou wouldst not hear; +And now the fruits of sin appear. +We warned thee, I, thy nobles, all +Who loved thee, in thy council hall. +Those sovereigns who with blinded eyes +Neglect the foe their hearts despise, +Soon, falling from their high estate +Bring on themselves the stroke of fate. +Accept at length, thy life to save, +The counsel sage Vibhishan gave, +The prudent counsel spurned before, +And Síta to her lord restore.”972 +The monarch frowned, by passion moved +And thus in angry words reproved: +“Wilt thou thine elder brother school, +Forgetful of the ancient rule +That bids thee treat him as the sage +Who guides thee with the lore of age? +Think on the dangers of the day, +Nor idly throw thy words away: +If, led astray, by passion stirred, +I in the pride of power have erred; +If deeds of old were done amiss, +No time for vain reproach is this. +Up, brother; let thy loving care +The errors of thy king repair.” +To calm his wrath, his soul to ease, +The younger spake in words like these: +“Yea, from our bosoms let us cast +All idle sorrow for the past. +Let grief and anger be repressed: +Again be firm and self-possessed. +This day, O Monarch, shalt thou see +The Vanar legions turn and flee, +And Rama and his brother slain +With their hearts' blood shall dye the plain. +Yea, if the God who rules the dead, +And Varun their battalions led; +If Indra with the Storm-Gods came +Against me, and the Lord of Flame, +Still would I fight with all and slay +Thy banded foes, my King, to-day. +If Raghu's son this day withstand +The blow of mine uplifted hand, +Deep in his breast my darts shall sink, +And torrents of his life-blood drink. +O fear not, in my promise trust: +This arm shall lay him in the dust, +Shall leave the fierce Sugríva dyed +With gore, and Lakshman by his side, +And strike the great Hanúman down, +The spoiler of our glorious town.”973 +[pg 474] +Canto LXIV. Mahodar's Speech. +He ceased: and when his lips were closed +Mahodar thus his rede opposed: +“Why wilt thou shame thy noble birth +And speak like one of little worth? +Why boast thee thus in youthful pride +Rejecting wisdom for thy guide? +How will thy single arm oppose +The victor of a thousand foes, +Who proved in Janasthan his might +And slew the rovers of the night? +The remnant of those legions, they +Who saw his power that fatal day, +Now in this leaguered city dread +The mighty chief from whom they fled. +And wouldst thou meet the lord of men, +Beard the great lion in his den, +And, when thine eyes are open, break +The slumber of a deadly snake? +Who may an equal battle wage +With him, so awful in his rage, +Fierce as the God of Death whom none +May vanquish, Daśaratha's son? +But, Ravan, shall the lady still +Refuse compliance with thy will? +No, listen, King, to this design +Which soon shall make the captive thine. +This day through Lanka's streets proclaim +That four of us974 of highest fame +With Kumbhakarna at our head +Will strike the son of Raghu dead. +Forth to the battle will we go +And prove our prowess on the foe. +Then, if our bold attempt succeed, +No further plans thy hopes will need. +But if in vain our warriors strive, +And Raghu's son be left alive, +We will return, and, wounded sore, +Our armour stained with gouts of gore, +Will show the shafts that rent each frame, +Keen arrows marked with Rama's name, +And say we giants have devoured +The princes whom our might o'erpowered. +Then let the joyful tidings spread +That Raghu's royal sons are dead. +To all around thy pleasure show, +Gold, pearls, and precious robes, bestow. +Gay garlands round the portals twine, +Enjoy the banquet and the wine. +Then go, the scornful lady seek, +And woo her when her heart is weak. +Rich robes and gold and gems display, +And gently wile her grief away. +Then will she feel her hopeless state, +Widowed, forlorn, and desolate; +Know that on thee her bliss depends, +Far from her country and her friends; +Then, her proud spirit overthrown, +The lady will be all thine own.” +Canto LXV. Kumbhakarna's Speech. +But haughty Kumbhakarna spurned +His counsel, and to Ravan turned: +“Thy life from peril will I free +And slay the foe who threatens thee. +A hero never vaunts in vain, +Like bellowing clouds devoid of rain, +Nor, Monarch, be thine ear inclined +To counsellors of slavish kind, +Who with mean arts their king mislead +And mar each gallant plan and deed. +O, let not words like his beguile +The glorious king of Lanka's isle.” +Thus scornful Kumbhakarna cried, +And Ravan with a laugh replied: +“Mahodar fears and fain would shun +The battle with Ikshvaku's son. +Of all my giant warriors, who +Is strong as thou, and brave and true? +Ride, conqueror, to the battle ride, +And tame the foeman's senseless pride. +Go forth like Yama to the field, +And let thine arm thy trident wield. +Scared by the lightning of thine eye +The Vanar hosts will turn and fly; +And Rama, when he sees thee near, +With trembling heart will own his fear.” +The champion heard, and, well content, +Forth from the hall his footsteps bent. +He grasped his spear, the foeman's dread, +Black iron all, both shaft and head, +Which, dyed in many a battle, bore +Great spots of slaughtered victims' gore. +The king upon his neck had thrown +The jewelled chain which graced his own. +And garlands of delicious scent +About his limbs for ornament. +Around his arms gay bracelets clung, +And pendants in his ears were hung. +Adorned with gold, about his waist +His coat of mail was firmly braced, +And like Narayan975 or the God +Who rules the sky he proudly trod. +Behind him went a mighty throng +Of giant warriors tall and strong, +[pg 475] +On elephants of noblest breeds. +With cars, with camels, and with steeds: +And, armed with spear and axe and sword +Were fain to battle for their lord.976 +Canto LXVI. Kumbhakarna's Sally. +In pomp and pride of warlike state +The giant passed the city gate. +He raised his voice: the hills, the shore +Of Lanka's sea returned the roar. +The Vanars saw the chief draw nigh +Whom not the ruler of the sky, +Nor Yama, monarch of the dead, +Might vanquish, and affrighted fled. +When royal Angad, Bali's son, +Saw the scared Vanars turn and run, +Undaunted still he kept his ground, +And shouted as he gazed around: +“O Nala, Níla, stay nor let +Your souls your generous worth forget, +O Kumud and Gavaksha, why +Like base-born Vanars will ye fly? +Turn, turn, nor shame your order thus: +This giant is no match for us” +They heard his voice: the flight was stayed; +Again for war they stood arrayed, +And hurled upon the foe a shower +Of mountain peaks and trees in flower. +Still on his limbs their missiles rained: +Unmoved, their blows he still sustained, +And seemed unconscious of the stroke +When rocks against his body broke. +Fierce as the flame when woods are dry +He charged with fury in his eye. +Like trees consumed with fervent heat +They fell beneath the giant's feet. +Some o'er the ground, dyed red with gore, +Fled wild with terror to the shore, +And, deeming that all hope was lost, +Ran to the bridge they erst had crossed. +Some clomb the trees their lives to save, +Some sought the mountain and the cave; +Some hid them in the bosky dell, +And there in deathlike slumber fell. +When Angad saw the chieftains fly +He called them with a mighty cry: +“Once more, O Vanars, charge once more, +On to the battle as before. +In all her compass earth has not, +To hide you safe, one secret spot. +What! leave your arms? each nobler dame +Will scorn her consort for the shame. +This blot upon your names efface, +And keep your valour from disgrace. +Stay, chieftains; wherefore will ye run, +A band of warriors scared by one?” +Scarce would they hear: they would not stay, +And basely spoke in wild dismay: +“Have we not fought, and fought in vain +Have we not seen our mightiest slain? +The giant's matchless force we fear, +And fly because our lives are dear.” +But Bali's son with gentle art +Dispelled their dread and cheered each heart. +They turned and formed and waited still +Obedient to the prince's will. +Canto LXVII. Kumbhakarna's Death. +Thus from their flight the Vanars turned, +And every heart for battle burned, +Determined on the spot to die +Or gain a warrior's meed on high. +Again the Vanars stooped to seize +Their weapons, rocks and fallen trees; +Again the deadly fight began, +And fiercely at the giant ran. +Unmoved the monster kept his place: +He raised on high his awful mace, +Whirled the huge weapon round his head +And laid the foremost Vanars dead. +Eight thousand fell bedewed with gore, +Then sank and died seven hundred more. +Then thirty, twenty, ten, or eight +At each fierce onset met their fate, +And fast the fallen were devoured +Like snakes by Garuḍ's beak o'erpowered. +Then Dwivid from the Vanar van, +Armed with an uptorn mountain, ran, +Like a huge cloud when fierce winds blow, +And charged amain the mountain foe. +With wondrous force the hill he threw: +O'er Kumbhakarna's head it flew, +And falling on his host afar +Crushed many a giant, steed, and car. +Rocks, trees, by fierce Hanúman sped, +Rained fast on Kumbhakarna's head. +Whose spear each deadlier missile stopped, +And harmless on the plain it dropped. +[pg 476] +Then with his furious eyes aglow +The giant rushed upon the foe, +Where, with a woody hill upheaved, +Hanúman's might his charge received. +Through his vast frame the giant felt +The angry blow Hanúman dealt. +He reeled a moment, sore distressed, +Then smote the Vanar on the breast, +As when the War-God's furious stroke +Through Krauncha's hill a passage broke.977 +Fierce was the blow, and deep and wide +The rent: with crimson torrents dyed, +Hanúman, maddened by the pain, +Roared like a cloud that brings the rain, +And from each Rakshas throat rang out +Loud clamour and exultant shout. +Then Níla hurled with mustered might +The fragment of a mountain height; +Nor would the rock the foe have missed, +But Kumbhakarna raised his fist +And smote so fiercely that the mass +Fell crushed to powder on the grass. +Five chieftains of the Vanar race978 +Charged Kumbhakarna face to face, +And his huge frame they wildly beat +With rocks and trees and hands and feet. +Round Rishabh first the giant wound +His arms and hurled him to the ground, +Where speechless, senseless, wounded sore, +He lay his face besmeared with gore. +Then Níla with his fist he slew, +And Śarabh with his knee o'erthrew, +Nor could Gavaksha's strength withstand +The force of his terrific hand. +At Gandhamadan's eager call +Rushed thousands to avenge their fall, +Nor ceased those Vanars to assail +With knee and fist and tooth and nail. +Around his foes the giant threw +His mighty arms, and nearer drew +The captives subject to his will: +Then snatched them up and ate his fill. +There was no respite then, no pause: +Fast gaped and closed his hell-like jaws: +Yet, prisoned in that gloomy cave, +Some Vanars still their lives could save: +Some through his nostrils found a way, +Some through his ears resought the day. +Like Indra with his thunder, like +The God of Death in act to strike, +The giant seized his ponderous spear, +And charged the foe in swift career. +Before his might the Vanars fell, +Nor could their hosts his charge repel. +Then trembling, nor ashamed to run, +They turned and fled to Raghu's son. +When Bali's warrior son979 beheld +Their flight, his heart with fury swelled. +He rushed, with his terrific shout, +To meet the foe and stay the rout. +He came, he hurled a mountain peak, +And smote the giant on the cheek. +His ponderous spear the giant threw: +Fierce was the cast, the aim was true; +But Angad, trained in war and tried, +Saw ere it came, and leapt aside. +Then with his open hand he smote +The giant on the chest and throat. +That blow the giant scarce sustained; +But sense and strength were soon regained. +With force which nothing might resist +He caught the Vanar by the wrist, +Whirled him, as if in pastime, round, +And dashed him senseless on the ground. +There low on earth his foe lay crushed: +At King Sugríva next he rushed, +Who, waiting for the charge, stood still, +And heaved on high a shattered hill, +He looked on Kumbhakarna dyed +With streams of blood, and fiercely cried: +“Great glory has thine arm achieved, +And thousands of their lives bereaved. +Now leave a while thy meaner foes, +And brook the hill Sugríva throws.” +He spoke, and hurled the mass he held: +The giant's chest the stroke repelled, +Then on the Vanars fell despair, +And Rakshas clamour filled the air. +The giant raised his arm, and fast +Came the tremendous980 spear he cast. +Hanúman caught it as it flew, +And knapped it on his knee in two. +The giant saw the broken spear: +His clouded eye confessed his fear; +Yet at Sugríva's head he sent +A peak from Lanka's mountain rent. +[pg 477] +The rushing mass no might could stay: +Sugríva fell and senseless lay. +The giant stooped his foe to seize, +And bore him thence, as bears the breeze +A cloud in autumn through the sky. +He heard the sad Immortals sigh, +And shouts of triumph long and loud +Went up from all the Rakshas crowd. +Through Lanka's gate the giant passed +Holding his struggling captive fast, +While from each terrace, house, and tower +Fell on his haughty head a shower +Of fragrant scent and flowery rain, +Blossoms and leaves and scattered grain.981 +By slow degrees the Vanars' lord +Felt life and sense and strength restored. +He heard the giants' joyful boast: +He thought upon his Vanar host. +His teeth and feet he fiercely plied, +And bit and rent the giant's side, +Who, mad with pain and smeared with gore, +Hurled to the ground the load he bore. +Regardless of a storm of blows +Swift to the sky the Vanar rose, +Then lightly like a flying ball +High overleapt the city wall, +And joyous for deliverance won +Regained the side of Raghu's son. +And Kumbhakarna, mad with hate +And fury, sallied from the gate, +The carnage of the foe renewed +And filled his maw with gory food. +Slaying, with headlong frenzy blind, +Both Vanar foes and giant kind. +Nor would Sumitra's valiant son982 +The might of Kumbhakarna shun, +Who through his harness felt the sting +Of keen shafts loosened from the string. +His heart confessed the warrior's power, +And, bleeding from the ceaseless shower +That smote him on the chest and side, +With words like these the giant cried: +“Well fought, well fought, Sumitra's son; +Eternal glory hast thou won, +For thou in desperate fight hast met +The victor never conquered yet, +Whom, borne on huge Airavat's back, +E'en Indra trembles to attack. +Go, son of Queen Sumitra, go: +Thy valour and thy strength I know. +Now all my hope and earnest will +Is Rama in the fight to kill. +Let him beneath my weapons fall, +And I will meet and conquer all.” +The chieftain, of Sumitra born, +Made answer as he laughed in scorn: +“Yea, thou hast won a victor's fame +From trembling Gods and Indra's shame. +There waits thee now a mightier foe +Whose prowess thou hast yet to know. +There, famous in a hundred lands, +Rama the son of Raghu stands.” +Straight at the king the giant sped, +And earth was shaken at his tread. +His bow the hero grasped and strained, +And deadly shafts in torrents rained. +As Kumbhakarna felt each stroke +From his huge mouth burst fire and smoke; +His hands were loosed in mortal pain +And dropped his weapons on the plain. +Though reft of spear and sword and mace +No terror changed his haughty face. +With heavy hands he rained his blows +And smote to death a thousand foes. +Where'er the furious monster strode +While down his limbs the red blood flowed +Like torrents down a mountain's side, +Vanars and bears and giants died. +High o'er his head a rock he swung, +And the huge mass at Rama flung. +But Rama's arrows bright as flame +Shattered the mountain as it came. +Then Raghu's son, his eyes aglow +With burning anger, charged the foe, +And as his bow he strained and tried +With fearful clang the cord replied. +Wroth at the bowstring's threatening clang +To meet his foe the giant sprang. +High towering with enormous frame +Huge as a wood-crowned hill he came. +But Rama firm and self-possessed +In words like these the foe addressed: +“Draw near, O Rakshas lord, draw near, +Nor turn thee from the fight in fear. +Thou meetest Rama face to face, +Destroyer of the giant race. +Come, fight, and thou shalt feel this hour, +Laid low in death, thy conqueror's power.” +He ceased: and mad with wrath and pride +The giant champion thus replied: +“Come thou to me and thou shalt find +A foeman of a different kind. +No Khara, no Viradha,—thou +Hast met a mightier warrior now. +The strength of Kumbhakarna fear, +And dread the iron mace I rear +This mace in days of yore subdued +The Gods and Danav multitude. +Prove, lion of Ikshvaku's line, +Thy power upon these limbs of mine. +Then, after trial, shalt thou bleed, +And with thy flesh my hunger feed.” +He ceased: and Rama, undismayed, +Upon his cord those arrows laid +[pg 478] +Which pierced the stately Sal trees through, +And Bali king of Vanars slew. +They flew, they smote, but smote in vain +Those mighty limbs that felt no pain. +Then Rama sent with surest aim +The dart that bore the Wind-God's name. +The missile from the giant tore +His huge arm and the mace it bore, +Which crushed the Vanars where it fell: +And dire was Kumbhakarna's yell. +The giant seized a tree, and then +Rushed madly at the lord of men. +Another dart, Lord Indra's own, +To meet his furious onset thrown, +His left arm from the shoulder lopped, +And like a mountain peak it dropped. +Then from the bow of Rama sped +Two arrows, each with crescent head; +And, winged with might which naught could stay, +They cut the giant's legs away. +They fell, and awful was the sound +As those vast columns shook the ground; +And sky and sea and hill and cave +In echoing roars their answer gave. +Then from his side the hero drew +A dart that like the tempest flew— +No deadlier shaft has ever flown +Than that which Indra called his own— +Nor could the giant's mail-armed neck +The fury of the missile check. +Through skin and flesh and bone it smote +And rent asunder head and throat. +Down with the sound of thunder rolled +The head adorned with rings of gold, +And crushed to pieces in its fall +A gate, a tower, a massive wall. +Hurled to the sea the body fell: +Terrific was the ocean's swell, +Nor could swift fin and nimble leap +Save the crushed creatures of the deep. +Thus he who plagued in impious pride +The Gods and Brahmans fought and died. +Glad were the hosts of heaven, and long +The air re-echoed with their song.983 +Canto LXVIII. Ravan's Lament. +They ran to Ravan in his hall +And told him of his brother's fall: +“Fierce as the God who rules the dead, +Upon the routed foe he fed; +And, victor for a while, at length +Fell slain by Rama's matchless strength. +Now like a mighty hill in size +His mangled trunk extended lies, +And where he fell, a bleeding mass, +Blocks Lanka's gate that none may pass.” +The monarch heard: his strength gave way; +And fainting on the ground he lay. +Grieved at the giants' mournful tale, +Long, shrill was Atikaya's wail; +And Triśiras in sorrow bowed +His triple head, and wept aloud. +Mahodar, Mahaparśva shed +Hot tears and mourned their brother dead. +At length, his wandering sense restored, +In loud lament cried Lanka's lord: +“Ah chief, for might and valour famed, +Whose arm the haughty foeman tamed, +Forsaking me, thy friends and all, +Why hast thou fled to Yama's hall? +Why hast thou fled to taste no more +The slaughtered foeman's flesh and gore? +Ah me, my life is done to-day: +My better arm is lopped away. +Whereon in danger I relied, +And, fearless, Gods and fiends defied. +How could a shaft from Rama's bow +The matchless giant overthrow, +Whose iron frame so strong of yore +The crushing bolt of Indra bore? +This day the Gods and sages meet +And triumph at their foe's defeat. +This day the Vanar chiefs will boast +And, with new ardour fired, their host +In fiercer onset will assail +Our city, and the ramparts scale. +What care I for a monarch's name, +For empire, or the Maithil dame? +What joy can power and riches give, +Or life that I should care to live, +Unless this arm in mortal fray +The slayer of my brother slay? +For me, of Kumbhakarna reft, +Death is the only solace left; +And I will seek, o'erwhelmed with woes, +The realm to which my brother goes. +Ah me ill-minded, not to take +His counsel when Vibhishan spake +When he this evil day foretold +My foolish heart was overbold: +I drove my sage adviser hence, +And reap the fruits of mine offence.” +[pg 479] +Canto LXIX. Narantak's Death. +Pierced to the soul by sorrow's sting +Thus wailed the evil-hearted king. +Then Triśiras stood forth and cried: +“Yea, father, he has fought and died, +Our bravest: and the loss is sore: +But rouse thee, and lament no more. +Hast thou not still thy coat of mail, +Thy bow and shafts which never fail? +A thousand asses draw thy car +Which roars like thunder heard afar. +Thy valour and thy warrior skill, +Thy God-given strength, are left thee still. +Unarmed, thy matchless might subdued +The Gods and Danav multitude. +Armed with thy glorious weapons, how +Shall Raghu's son oppose thee now? +Or, sire, within thy palace stay; +And I myself will sweep away +Thy foes, like Garuḍ when he makes +A banquet of the writhing snakes. +Soon Raghu's son shall press the plain, +As Narak984 fell by Vishnu slain, +Or Śambar985 in rebellious pride +Who met the King of Gods986 and died.” +The monarch heard: his courage grew, +And life and spirit came anew. +Devantak and Narantak heard, +And their fierce souls with joy were stirred; +And Atikaya987 burned to fight, +And heard the summons with delight; +While from the rest loud rang the cry, +“I too will fight,” “and I,” “and I.” +The joyous king his sons embraced, +With gold and chains and jewels graced, +And sent them forth with stirring speech +Of benison and praise to each. +Forth from the gate the princes sped +And ranged for war the troops they led. +The Vanar legions charged anew, +And trees and rocks for missiles flew. +They saw Narantak's mighty form +Borne on a steed that mocked the storm. +To check his charge in vain they strove: +Straight through their host his way he clove, +As springs a dolphin through the tide: +And countless Vanars fell and died, +And mangled limbs and corpses lay +To mark the chief's ensanguined way, +Sugríva saw them fall or fly +When fierce Narantak's steed was nigh, +And marked the giant where he sped +O'er heaps of dying or of dead. +He bade the royal Angad face +That bravest chief of giant race. +As springs the sun from clouds dispersed, +So Angad from the Vanars burst. +No weapon for the fight he bore +Save nails and teeth, and sought no more. +“Leave, giant chieftain,” thus he spoke, +“Leave foes unworthy of thy stroke, +And bend against a nobler heart +The terrors of thy deadly dart.” +Narantak heard the words he spake: +Fast breathing, like an angry snake, +With bloody teeth his lips he pressed +And hurled his dart at Angad's breast. +True was the aim and fierce the stroke, +Yet on his breast the missile broke. +Then Angad at the giant flew, +And with a blow his courser slew: +The fierce hand crushed through flesh and bone, +And steed and rider fell o'erthrown. +Narantak's eyes with fury blazed: +His heavy hand on high he raised +And struck in savage wrath the head +Of Bali's son, who reeled and bled, +Fainted a moment and no more: +Then stronger, fiercer than before +Smote with that fist which naught could stay, +And crushed to death the giant lay. +Canto LXX. The Death Of Trisiras. +Then raged the Rakshas chiefs, and all +Burned to avenge Narantak's fall. +Devantak raised his club on high +And rushed at Angad with a cry. +Behind came Triśiras, and near +Mahodar charged with levelled spear. +There Angad stood to fight with three: +High o'er his head he waved a tree, +And at Devantak, swift and true +As Indra's flaming bolt, it flew. +But, cut by giant shafts in twain, +With minished force it flew in vain. +A shower of trees and blocks of stone +From Angad's hand was fiercely thrown; +But well his club Devantak plied +And turned each rock and tree aside. +Nor yet, by three such foes assailed, +[pg 480] +The heart of Angad sank or quailed. +He slew the mighty beast that bore +Mahodar: from his head he tore +A bleeding tusk, and blow on blow +Fell fiercely on his Rakshas foe. +The giant reeled, but strength regained, +And furious strokes on Angad rained, +Who, wounded by the storm of blows, +Sank on his knees, but swiftly rose. +Then Triśiras, as up he sprang, +Drew his great bow with awful clang, +And fixed three arrows from his sheaf +Full in the forehead of the chief. +Hanúman saw, nor long delayed +To speed with Níla to his aid, +Who at the three-faced giant sent +A peak from Lanka's mountain rent. +But Triśiras with certain aim +Shot rapid arrows as it came: +And shivered by their force it broke +And fell to earth with flash and smoke. +Then as the Wind-God's son came nigh, +Devantak reared his mace on high. +Hanúman smote him on the head +And stretched the monstrous giant dead. +Fierce Triśiras with fury strained +His bow, and showers of arrows rained +That smote on Níla's side and chest: +He sank a moment, sore distressed; +But quickly gathered strength to seize +A mountain with its crown of trees. +Crushed by the hill, distained with gore, +Mahodar fell to rise no more. +Then Triśiras raised high his spear +Which chilled the trembling foe with fear +And, like a flashing meteor through +The air at Hanúman it flew. +The Vanar shunned the threatened stroke, +And with strong hands the weapon broke. +The giant drew his glittering blade: +Dire was the wound the weapon made +Deep in the Vanar's ample chest, +Who, for a moment sore oppressed, +Raised his broad hand, regaining might, +And struck the rover of the night. +Fierce was the blow: with one wild yell +Low on the earth the monster fell. +Hanúman seized his fallen sword +Which served no more its senseless lord, +And from the monster triple-necked +Smote his huge heads with crowns bedecked. +Then Mahaparśva burned with ire; +Fierce flashed his eyes with vengeful fire. +A moment on the dead he gazed, +Then his black mace aloft was raised, +And down the mass of iron came +That struck and shook the Vanar's frame. +Hanúman's chest was wellnigh crushed, +And from his mouth red torrents gushed: +Yet served one instant to restore +His spirit: from the foe he tore +His awful mace, and smote, and laid +The giant in the dust dismayed. +Crushed were his jaws and teeth and eyes: +Breathless and still he lay as lies +A summit from a mountain rent +By him who rules the firmament. +Canto LXXI. Atikaya's Death. +But Atikaya's wrath grew high +To see his noblest kinsmen die. +He, fiercest of the giant race, +Presuming still on Brahma's grace; +Proud tamer of the Immortals' pride, +Whose power and might with Indra's vied, +For blood and vengeful carnage burned, +And on the foe his fury turned. +High on a car that flashed and glowed +Bright as a thousand suns he rode. +Around his princely brows was set +A rich bejewelled coronet. +Gold pendants in his ears he wore; +He strained and tried the bow he bore, +And ever, as a shaft he aimed, +His name and royal race proclaimed. +Scarce might the Vanars brook to hear +His clanging bow and voice of fear: +To Raghu's elder son they fled, +Their sure defence in woe and dread. +Then Rama bent his eyes afar +And saw the giant in his car +Fast following the flying crowd +And roaring like a rainy cloud. +He, with the lust of battle fired, +Turned to Vibhishan and inquired: +“Say, who is this, of mountain size, +This archer with the lion eyes? +His car, which strikes our host with awe, +A thousand eager coursers draw. +Surrounded by the flashing spears +Which line his car, the chief appears +Like some huge cloud when lightnings play +About it on a stormy day; +And the great bow he joys to hold +Whose bended back is bright with gold, +As Indra's bow makes glad the skies, +That best of chariots glorifies. +O see the sunlike splendour flung +From the great flag above him hung, +Where, blazoned with refulgent lines, +Rahu988 the dreadful Dragon shines. +Full thirty quivers near his side, +His car with shafts is well supplied: +[pg 481] +And flashing like the light of stars +Gleam his two mighty scimitars. +Say, best of giants, who is he +Before whose face the Vanars flee?” +Thus Rama spake. Vibhishan eyed +The giants' chief, and thus replied: +“This Rama, this is Ravan's son: +High fame his youthful might has won. +He, best of warriors, bows his ear +The wisdom of the wise to hear. +Supreme is he mid those who know +The mastery of sword and bow. +Unrivalled in the bold attack +On elephant's or courser's back, +He knows, beside, each subtler art, +To win the foe, to bribe, or part. +On him the giant hosts rely, +And fear no ill when he is nigh. +This peerless chieftain bears the name +Of Atikaya huge of frame, +Whom Dhanyamaliní of yore +To Ravan lord of Lanka bore.” +Roused by his bow-string's awful clang, +To meet their foes the Vanars sprang. +Armed with tall trees from Lanka's wood, +And rocks and mountain peaks, they stood. +The giant's arrows, gold-bedecked, +The storm of hurtling missiles checked; +And ever on his foemen poured +Fierce tempest from his clanging cord; +Nor could the Vanar chiefs sustain +His shafts' intolerable rain. +They fled: the victor gained the place +Where stood the lord of Raghu's race, +And cried with voice of thunder: “Lo, +Borne on my car, with shaft and bow, +I, champion of the giants, scorn +To fight with weaklings humbly born. +Come forth your bravest, if he dare, +And fight with one who will not spare.” +Forth sprang Sumitra's noble child,989 +And strained his ready bow, and smiled; +And giants trembled as the clang +Through heaven and earth reëchoing rang. +The giant to his string applied +A pointed shaft, and proudly cried; +“Turn, turn, Sumitra's son and fly, +For terrible as Death am I. +Fly, nor that youthful form oppose, +Untrained in war, to warriors' blows. +What! wilt thou waste thy childish breath +And wake the dormant fire of death? +Cast down, rash boy, that useless bow: +Preserve thy life, uninjured go.” +He ceased: and stirred by wrath & pride +Sumitra's noble son replied: +“By warlike deed, not words alone, +The valour of the brave is shown. +Cease with vain boasts my scorn to move, +And with thine arm thy prowess prove. +Borne on thy car, with sword and bow, +With all thine arms, thy valour show. +Fight, and my deadly shafts this day +Low in the dust thy head shall lay, +And, rushing fast in ceaseless flood, +Shall rend thy flesh and drink thy blood.” +His giant foe no answer made, +But on his string an arrow laid. +He raised his arm, the cord he drew, +At Lakshman's breast the arrow flew. +Sumitra's son, his foemen's dread, +Shot a fleet shaft with crescent head, +Which cleft that arrow pointed well, +And harmless to the earth it fell. +A shower of shafts from Lakshman's bow +Fell fast and furious on the foe +Who quailed not as the missiles smote +With idle force his iron coat. +Then came the friendly Wind-God near, +And whispered thus in Lakshman's ear: +“Such shafts as these in vain assail +Thy foe's impenetrable mail. +A more tremendous missile try, +Or never may the giant die. +Employ the mighty spell, and aim +The weapon known by Brahma's name.” +He ceased; Sumitra's son obeyed: +On his great bow the shaft was laid, +And with a roar like thunder, true +As Indra's flashing bolt, it flew. +The giant poured his shafts like rain +To check its course, but all in vain. +With spear and mace and sword he tried +To turn the fiery dart aside. +Winged with a force which naught could check, +It smote the monster in the neck, +And, sundered from his shoulders, rolled +To earth his head and helm of gold. +Canto LXXII. Ravan's Speech. +The giants bent, in rage and grief, +Their eyes upon the fallen chief: +Then flying wild with fear and pale +To Ravan bore the mournful tale. +He heard how Atikaya died, +Then turned him to his lords, and cried: +“Where are they now—my bravest—where, +Wise to consult and prompt to dare? +Where is Dhúmraksha, skilled to wield +All weapons in the battle field? +Akampan, and Prahasta's might, +And Kumbhakarna bold in fight? +These, these and many a Rakshas more, +Each master of the arms he bore, +[pg 482] +Who every foe in fight o'erthrew, +The victors none could e'er subdue, +Have perished by the might of one, +The vengeful arm of Raghu's son. +In vain I cast mine eyes around, +No match for Rama here is found, +No chief to stand before that bow +Whose deadly shafts have caused our woe. +Now, warriors, to your stations hence; +Provide ye for the wall's defence, +And be the Aśoka garden, where +The lady lies, your special care. +Be every lane and passage barred, +Set at each gate a chosen guard. +And with your troops, where danger calls, +Be ready to defend the walls. +Each movement of the Vanars mark; +Observe them when the skies grow dark; +Be ready in the dead of night, +And ere the morning bring the light. +Taught by our loss we may not scorn +These legions of the forest-born.” +He ceased: the Rakshas lords obeyed; +Each at his post his troops arrayed: +And, torn with pangs that pierced him through +The monarch from the hall withdrew. +Canto LXXIII. Indrajít's Victory. +But Indrajít the fierce and bold +With words like these his sire consoled: +“Dismiss, O King, thy grief and dread, +And be not thus disquieted. +Against this numbing sorrow strive, +For Indrajít is yet alive; +And none in battle may withstand +The fury of his strong right hand. +This day, O sire, thine eyes shall see +The sons of Raghu slain by me.” +He ceased: he bade the king farewell: +Clear, mid the roar of drum and shell, +The clash of sword and harness rang +As to his car the warrior sprang. +Close followed by his Rakshas train +Through Lanka's gate he reached the plain. +Then down he leapt, and bade a band +Of giants by the chariot stand: +Then with due rites, as rules require, +Did worship to the Lord of Fire. +The sacred oil, as texts ordain, +With wreaths of scented flowers and grain, +Within the flame in order due, +That mightiest of the giants threw. +There on the ground were spear and blade, +And arrowy leaves and fuel laid; +An iron ladle deep and wide, +And robes with sanguine colours dyed. +Beside him stood a sable goat: +The giant seized it by the throat, +And straight from the consuming flame +Auspicious signs of victory came. +For swiftly, curling to the right, +The fire leapt up with willing light +Undimmed by smoky cloud, and, red +Like gold, upon the offering fed. +They brought him, while the flame yet glowed, +The dart by Brahma's grace bestowed, +And all the arms he wielded well +Were charmed with text and holy spell. +Then fiercer for the fight he burned, +And at the foe his chariot turned, +While all his followers lifting high +Their maces charged with furious cry. +Dire, yet more dire the battle grew, +As rocks and trees and arrows flew. +The giant shot his shafts like rain, +And Vanars fell in myriads slain, +Sugríva, Angad, Níla felt +The wounds his hurtling arrows dealt. +His shafts the blood of Gaya drank; +Hanúman reeled and Mainda sank. +Bright as the glances of the sun +Came the swift darts they could not shun. +Caught in the arrowy nets he wove, +In vain the sons of Raghu strove; +And Rama, by the darts oppressed, +His brother chieftain thus addressed: +“See, first this giant warrior sends +Destruction, mid our Vanar friends, +And now his arrows thick and fast +Their binding net around us cast. +To Brahma's grace the chieftain owes +The matchless power and might he shows; +And mortal strength in vain contends +With him whom Brahma's self befriends. +Then let us still with dauntless hearts +Endure this storm of pelting darts. +Soon must we sink bereaved of sense; +And then the victor, hurrying hence, +Will seek his father in his hall +And tell him of his foemen's fall.” +He ceased: o'erpowered by shaft and spell +The sons of Raghu reeled and fell. +The Rakshas on their bodies gazed; +And, mid the shouts his followers raised, +Sped back to Lanka to relate +In Ravan's hall the princes' fate. +Canto LXXIV. The Medicinal Herbs. +The shades of falling night concealed +The carnage of the battle field, +[pg 483] +Which, bearing each a blazing brand, +Hanúman and Vibhishan scanned, +Moving with slow and anxious tread +Among the dying and the dead. +Sad was the scene of slaughter shown +Where'er the torches' light was thrown. +Here mountain forms of Vanars lay +Whose heads and limbs were lopped away, +Arms, legs and fingers strewed the ground, +And severed heads lay thick around. +The earth was moist with sanguine streams, +And sighs were heard and groans and screams. +There lay Sugríva still and cold, +There Angad, once so brave and bold. +There Jambavan his might reposed, +There Vegadarśí's eyes were closed; +There in the dust was Nala's pride, +And Dwivid lay by Mainda's side. +Where'er they looked the ensanguined plain +Was strewn with myriads of the slain;990 +They sought with keenly searching eyes +King Jambavan supremely wise. +His strength had failed by slow decay, +And pierced with countless shafts he lay. +They saw, and hastened to his side, +And thus the sage Vibhishan cried: +“Thee, monarch of the bears, we seek: +Speak if thou yet art living, speak.” +Slow came the aged chief's reply; +Scarce could he say with many a sigh: +“Torn with keen shafts which pierce each limb, +My strength is gone, my sight is dim; +Yet though I scarce can raise mine eyes, +Thy voice, O chief, I recognize. +O, while these ears can hear thee, say, +Has Hanúman survived this day?” +“Why ask,” Vibhishan cried, “for one +Of lower rank, the Wind-God's son? +Hast thou forgotten, first in place, +The princely chief of Raghu's race? +Can King Sugríva claim no care, +And Angad, his imperial heir?” +“Yea, dearer than my noblest friends +Is he on whom our hope depends. +For if the Wind-God's son survive, +All we though dead are yet alive. +But if his precious life be fled +Though living still we are but dead: +He is our hope and sure relief.” +Thus slowly spoke the aged chief: +Then to his side Hanúman came, +And with low reverence named his name. +Cheered by the face he longed to view +The wounded chieftain lived anew. +“Go forth,” he cried, “O strong and brave, +And in their woe the Vanars save. +No might but thine, supremely great, +May help us in our lost estate. +The trembling bears and Vanars cheer, +Calm their sad hearts, dispel their fear. +Save Raghu's noble sons, and heal +The deep wounds of the winged steel. +High o'er the waters of the sea +To far Himalaya's summits flee. +Kailasa there wilt thou behold, +And Rishabh, with his peaks of gold. +Between them see a mountain rise +Whose splendour will enchant thine eyes; +His sides are clothed above, below, +With all the rarest herbs that grow. +Upon that mountain's lofty crest +Four plants, of sovereign powers possessed, +Spring from the soil, and flashing there +Shed radiance through the neighbouring air. +One draws the shaft: one brings again +The breath of life to warm the slain; +One heals each wound; one gives anew +To faded cheeks their wonted hue. +Fly, chieftain, to that mountain's brow +And bring those herbs to save us now.” +Hanúman heard, and springing through +The air like Vishnu's discus991 flew. +The sea was passed: beneath him, gay +With bright-winged birds, the mountains lay, +And brook and lake and lonely glen, +And fertile lands with toiling men. +On, on he sped: before him rose +The mansion of perennial snows. +There soared the glorious peaks as fair +As white clouds in the summer air. +Here, bursting from the leafy shade, +In thunder leapt the wild cascade. +He looked on many a pure retreat +Dear to the Gods' and sages' feet: +The spot where Brahma dwells apart, +The place whence Rudra launched his dart;992 +Vishnu's high seat and Indra's home, +And slopes where Yama's servants roam. +There was Kuvera's bright abode; +There Brahma's mystic weapon glowed. +There was the noble hill whereon +[pg 484] +Those herbs with wondrous lustre shone, +And, ravished by the glorious sight, +Hanúman rested on the height. +He, moving down the glittering peak, +The healing herbs began to seek: +But, when he thought to seize the prize, +They hid them from his eager eyes. +Then to the hill in wrath he spake: +“Mine arm this day shall vengeance take, +If thou wilt feel no pity, none, +In this great need of Raghu's son.” +He ceased: his mighty arms he bent +And from the trembling mountain rent +His huge head with the life it bore, +Snakes, elephants, and golden ore. +O'er hill and plain and watery waste +His rapid way again he traced. +And mid the wondering Vanars laid +His burthen through the air conveyed, +The wondrous herbs' delightful scent +To all the host new vigour lent. +Free from all darts and wounds and pain +The sons of Raghu lived again, +And dead and dying Vanars healed +Rose vigorous from the battle field. +Canto LXXV. The Night Attack. +Sugríva spake in words like these: +“Now, Vanar lords, the occasion seize. +For now, of sons and brothers reft, +To Ravan little hope is left: +And if our host his gates assail +His weak defence will surely fail.” +At dead of night the Vanar bands +Rushed on with torches in their hands. +Scared by the coming of the host +Each giant warder left his post. +Where'er the Vanar legions came +Their way was marked with hostile flame +That spread in fury to devour +Palace and temple, gate and tower. +Down came the walls and porches, down +Came stately piles that graced the town. +In many a house the fire was red, +On sandal wood and aloe fed. +And scorching flames in billows rolled +O'er diamonds and pearls and gold. +On cloth of wool, on silk brocade, +On linen robes their fury preyed. +Wheels, poles and yokes were burned, and all +The coursers' harness in the stall; +And elephants' and chariots' gear, +The sword, the buckler, and the spear. +Scared by the crash of falling beams, +Mid lamentations, groans and screams, +Forth rushed the giants through the flames +And with them dragged bewildered dames, +Each, with o'erwhelming terror wild, +Still clasping to her breast a child. +The swift fire from a cloud of smoke +Through many a gilded lattice broke, +And, melting pearl and coral, rose +O'er balconies and porticoes. +The startled crane and peacock screamed +As with strange light the courtyard gleamed, +And fierce unusual glare was thrown +On shrinking wood and heated stone. +From burning stall and stable freed +Rushed frantic elephant and steed, +And goaded by the driving blaze +Fled wildly through the crowded ways. +As earth with fervent heat will glow +When comes her final overthrow; +From gate to gate, from court to spire +Proud Lanka was one blaze of fire, +And every headland, rock and bay +Shone bright a hundred leagues away. +Forth, blinded by the heat and flame +Ran countless giants huge of frame; +And, mustering for fierce attack, +The Vanars charged to drive them back, +While shout and scream and roar and cry +Reëchoed through the earth and sky. +There Rama stood with strength renewed, +And ever, as the foe he viewed, +Shaking the distant regions rang +His mighty bow's tremendous clang. +Then through the gates Nikumbha hied, +And Kumbha by his brother's side, +Sent forth—the bravest and the best— +To battle by the king's behest. +There fought the chiefs in open field, +And Angad fell and Dwivid reeled. +Sugríva saw: by rage impelled +He crushed the bow which Kumbha held. +About his foe Sugríva wound +His arms, and, heaving from the ground +The giant hurled him o'er the bank; +And deep beneath the sea he sank. +Like mandar hill with furious swell +Up leapt the waters where he fell. +Again he rose: he sprang to land +And raised on high his threatening hand: +Full on Sugríva's chest it came +And shook the Vanar's massy frame, +But on the wounded bone he broke +His wrist—so furious was the stroke. +With force that naught could stay or check, +Sugríva smote him neath the neck. +The fierce blow crashed through flesh and bone +And Kumbha lay in death o'erthrown. +Nikumbha saw his brother die, +And red with fury flashed his eye. +He dashed with mighty sway and swing +[pg 485] +His axe against the Vanar king; +But shattered on that living rock +It split in fragments at the shock. +Sugríva, rising to the blow, +Raised his huge hand and smote his foe. +And in the dust the giant lay +Gasping in blood his soul away. + +Canto XCIII. Ravan's Lament. +They sought the king, a mournful train, +And cried, “My lord, thy son is slain. +By Lakshman's hand, before these eyes, +The warrior fell no more to rise. +No time is this for vain regret: +Thy hero son a hero met; +And he whose might in battle pressed +Lord Indra and the Gods confessed, +Whose power was stranger to defeat, +Has gained in heaven a blissful seat.” +The monarch heard the mournful tale: +His heart was faint, his cheek was pale; +His fleeting sense at length regained, +In trembling tones he thus complained: +“Ah me, my son, my pride: the boast +And glory of the giant host. +Could Lakshman's puny might defeat +The foe whom Indra feared to meet? +Could not thy deadly arrows split +Proud Mandar's peaks, O Indrajít, +And the Destroyer's self destroy? +And wast thou conquered by a boy? +I will not weep: thy noble deed +Has blessed thee with immortal meed +Gained by each hero in the skies +Who fighting for his sovereign dies. +Now, fearless of all meaner foes, +The guardian Gods993 will taste repose: +But earth to me, with hill and plain, +Is desolate, for thou art slain. +Ah, whither hast thou fled, and left +Thy mother, Lanka, me bereft; +Left pride and state and wives behind, +And lordship over all thy kind? +I fondly hoped thy hand should pay +Due honours on my dying day: +And couldst thou, O beloved, flee +And leave thy funeral rites to me? +Life has no comfort left me, none, +O Indrajít my son, my son.” +Thus wailed he broken by his woes: +But swift the thought of vengeance rose. +In awful wrath his teeth he gnashed, +And from his eyes red lightning flashed. +Hot from his mouth came fire and smoke, +As thus the king in fury spoke: +“Through many a thousand years of yore +The penance and the pain I bore, +And by fierce torment well sustained +The highest grace of Brahma gained, +His plighted word my life assured, +From Gods of heaven and fiends secured. +He armed my limbs with burnished mail +Whose lustre turns the sunbeams pale, +In battle proof gainst heavenly bands +With thunder in their threatening hands. +Armed in this mail myself will go +With Brahma's gift my deadly bow, +And, cleaving through the foes my way, +The slayers of my son will slay.” +Then, by his grief to frenzy wrought, +The captive in the grove he sought. +Swift through the shady path he sped: +Earth trembled at his furious tread. +Fierce were his eyes: his monstrous hand +Held drawn for death his glittering brand. +[pg 486] +There weeping stood the Maithil dame: +She shuddered as the giant came. +Near drew the rover of the night +And raised his sword in act to smite; +But, by his nobler heart impelled, +One Rakshas lord his arm withheld: +“Wilt thou, great Monarch,” thus he cried, +“Wilt thou, to heavenly Gods allied, +Blot for all time thy glorious fame, +The slayer of a gentle dame? +What! shall a woman's blood be spilt +To stain thee with eternal guilt, +Thee deep in all the Veda's lore? +Far be the thought for evermore. +Ah look, and let her lovely face +This fury from thy bosom chase.” +He ceased: the prudent counsel pleased +The monarch, and his wrath appeased; +Then to his council hall in haste +The giant lord his steps retraced. +[I omit two Cantos in the first of which Rama with an enchanted Gandharva weapon deals destruction among the Rakshases sent out by Ravan, and in the second the Rakshas dames lament the slain and mourn over the madness of Ravan.] + +Canto XCVI. Ravan's Sally. +The groans and cries of dames who wailed +The ears of Lanka's lord assailed, +For from each house and home was sent +The voice of weeping and lament. +In troubled thought his head he bowed, +Then fiercely loosing on the crowd +Of nobles near his throne he broke +The silence, and in fury spoke: +“This day my deadly shafts shall fly, +And Raghu's sons shall surely die. +This day shall countless Vanars bleed +And dogs and kites and vultures feed. +Go, bid them swift my car prepare, +Bring the great bow I long to bear: +And let my host with sword and shield +And spear be ready for the field.” +From street to street the captains passed +And Rakshas warriors gathered fast. +With spear and sword to pierce and strike, +And axe and club and mace and pike. +[I omit several weapons for which I cannot find distinctive names, and among them the Sataghní or Centicide, supposed by some to be a kind of fire-arms or rocket, but described by a commentator on the Mahabharata as a stone or cylindrical piece of wood studded with iron spikes.] + +Then Ravan's warrior chariot994 wrought +With gold and rich inlay was brought. +Mid tinkling bells and weapons' clang +The monarch on the chariot sprang, +Which, decked with gems of every hue, +Eight steeds of noble lineage drew. +Mid roars of drum and shell rang out +From countless throats a joyful shout. +As, girt with hosts in warlike pride, +Through Lanka's streets the tyrant hied. +Still, louder than the roar of drums, +Went up the cry “He comes, he comes, +Our ever conquering lord who trod +Beneath his feet both fiend and God.” +On to the gate the warriors swept +Where Raghu's sons their station kept. +When Ravan's car the portal passed +The sun in heaven was overcast. +Earth rocked and reeled from side to side +And birds with boding voices cried. +Against the standard of the king +A vulture flapped his horrid wing. +Big gouts of blood before him dropped, +His trembling steeds in terror stopped. +The hue of death was on his cheek, +And scarce his flattering tongue could speak, +When, terrible with flash and flame, +Through murky air a meteor came. +Still by the hand of Death impelled +His onward way the giant held. +The Vanars in the field afar +Heard the loud thunder of his car. +And turned with warriors' fierce delight +To meet the giant in the fight. +He came: his clanging bow he drew +And myriads of the Vanars slew. +Some through the side and heart he cleft, +Some headless on the plain were left. +Some struggling groaned with mangled thighs, +Or broken arms or blinded eyes. +[I omit Cantos XCVII, XCVIII, and XCIX, which describe in the usual way three single combats between Sugríva and Angad on the Vanar side and Virúpaksha, Mahodar, and Mahaparśva on the side of the giants. The weapons of the Vanars are trees and rocks; the giants fight with swords, axes, and bows and arrows. The details are generally the same as those of preceding duels. The giants fall, one in each Canto.] + +[pg 487] +Canto C. Ravan In The Field. +The plain with bleeding limbs was spread, +And heaps of dying and of dead. +His mighty bow still Rama strained, +And shafts upon the giants rained. +Still Angad and Sugríva, wrought +To fury, for the Vanars fought. +Crushed with huge rocks through chest and side +Mahodar, Mahaparśva died, +And Virúpaksha stained with gore +Dropped on the plain to rise no more. +When Ravan saw the three o'erthrown +He cried aloud in furious tone: +“Urge, urge the car, my charioteer, +The haughty Vanars' death is near. +This very day shall end our griefs +For leaguered town and slaughtered chiefs. +Rama the tree whose lovely fruit +Is Síta, shall this arm uproot,— +Whose branches with protecting shade +Are Vanar lords who lend him aid.” +Thus cried the king: the welkin rang +As forth the eager coursers sprang, +And earth beneath the chariot shook +With flowery grove and hill and brook. +Fast rained his shafts: where'er he sped +The conquered Vanars fell or fled, +On rolled the car in swift career +Till Raghu's noble sons were near. +Then Rama looked upon the foe +And strained and tried his sounding bow, +Till earth and all the region rang +Re-echoing to the awful clang. +His bow the younger chieftain bent, +And shaft on shaft at Ravan sent. +He shot: but Ravan little recked; +Each arrow with his own he checked, +And headless, baffled of its aim, +To earth the harmless missile came; +And Lakshman stayed his arm o'erpowered +By the thick darts the giant showered. +Fierce waxed the fight and fiercer yet, +For Ravan now and Rama met, +And each on other poured amain +The tempest of his arrowy rain. +While all the sky above was dark +With missiles speeding to their mark +Like clouds, with flashing lightning twined +About them, hurried by the wind. +Not fiercer was the wondrous fight +When Vritra fell by Indra's might. +All arts of war each foeman knew, +And trained alike, his bowstring drew. +Red-eyed with fury Lanka's king +Pressed his huge fingers on the string, +And fixed in Rama's brows a flight +Of arrows winged with matchless flight. +Still Raghu's son endured, and bore +That crown of shafts though wounded sore. +O'er a dire dart a spell he spoke +With mystic power to aid the stroke. +In vain upon the foe it smote +Rebounding from the steelproof coat. +The giant armed his bow anew, +And wondrous weapons hissed and flew, +Terrific, deadly, swift of flight, +Beaked like the vulture and the kite, +Or bearing heads of fearful make, +Of lion, tiger, wolf and snake.995 +Then Rama, troubled by the storm +Of flying darts in every form +Shot by an arm that naught could tire, +Launched at the foe his dart of fire, +Which, sacred to the Lord of Flame, +Burnt and consumed where'er it came. +And many a blazing shaft beside +The hero to his string applied. +With fiery course of dazzling hue +Swift to the mark each missile flew, +Some flashing like a shooting star, +Some as the tongues of lightning are; +One like a brilliant plant, one +In splendour like the morning sun. +Where'er the shafts of Rama burned +The giant's darts were foiled and turned. +Far into space his weapons fled, +But as they flew struck thousands dead. +Canto CI. Lakshman's Fall. +When Ravan saw his darts repelled, +With double rage his bosom swelled. +He summoned, wroth but undismayed, +A mightier charm to lend its aid. +And, fierce as fire before the blast, +A storm of missiles thick and fast, +Spear, pike and javelin, mace and brand, +Came hurtling from the giant's hand. +But, mightier still, the arms employed +By Raghu's son their force destroyed, +And every dart fell dulled and spent +By powers the bards of heaven had lent. +With his huge mace Vibhishan slew +The steeds that Ravan's chariot drew. +[pg 488] +Then Ravan hurled in deadly ire +A ponderous spear that flashed like fire: +But Rama's arrows checked its way, +And harmless on the earth it lay, +The giant seized a mightier spear, +Which Death himself would shun with fear. +Vibhishan with the stroke had died, +But Lakshman's hand his bowstring plied, +And flying arrows thick as hail +Smote fiercely on the giant's mail. +Then Ravan turned his aim aside, +On Lakshman looked and fiercely cried: +“Thou, thou again my wrath hast braved, +And from his death Vibhishan saved. +Now in his stead this spear receive +Whose deadly point thy heart shall cleave.” +He ceased: he hurled the mortal dart +By Maya forged with magic art. +The spear, with all his fury flung, +Swift, flickering like a serpent's tongue, +Adorned with many a tinkling bell, +Smote Lakshman, and the hero fell. +When Rama saw, he heaved a sigh, +A tear one moment dimmed his eye. +But tender grief was soon repressed +And thoughts of vengeance filled his breast. +The air around him flashed and gleamed +As from his bow the arrows streamed; +And Lanka's lord, the foeman's dread, +O'erwhelmed with terror turned and fled. +Canto CII. Lakshman Healed. +But Rama, pride of Raghu's race, +Gazed tenderly on Lakshman's face, +And, as the sight his spirit broke, +Turned to Sushen and sadly spoke: +“Where is my power and valour? how +Shall I have heart for battle now, +When dead before my weeping eyes +My brother, noblest Lakshman, lies? +My tears in blinding torrents flow, +My hand unnerved has dropped my bow. +The pangs of woe have blanched my cheek, +My heart is sick, my strength is weak. +Ah me, my brother! Ah, that I +By Lakshman's side might sink and die: +Life, war and conquest, all are vain +If Lakshman lies in battle slain. +Why will those eyes my glances shun? +Hast thou no word of answer, none? +Ah, is thy noble spirit flown +And gone to other worlds alone? +Couldst thou not let thy brother seek +Those worlds with thee? O speak, O speak! +Rise up once more, my brother, rise, +Look on me with thy loving eyes. +Were not thy steps beside me still +In gloomy wood, on breezy hill? +Did not thy gentle care assuage +Thy brother's grief and fitful rage? +Didst thou not all his troubles share, +His guide and comfort in despair?” +As Rama, vanquished, wept and sighed +The Vanar chieftain thus replied: +“Great Prince, unmanly thoughts dismiss, +Nor yield thy soul to grief like this. +In vain those burning tears are shed: +Our glory Lakshman is not dead. +Death on his brow no mark has set, +Where beauty's lustre lingers yet. +Clear is the skin, and tender hues +Of lotus flowers his palms suffuse. +O Rama, cheer thy trembling heart; +Not thus do life and body part. +Now, Hanuman, to thee I speak: +Hie hence to tall Mahodaya's996 peak +Where herbs of sovereign virtue grow +Which life and health and strength bestow +Bring thou the leaves to balm his pain, +And Lakshman shall be well again.” +He ceased: the Wind-God's son obeyed +Swift through the clouds his way he made. +He reached the hill, nor stayed to find +The wondrous herbs of healing kind, +From its broad base the mount he tore +With all the shrubs and trees it bore, +Sped through the clouds again and showed +To wise Sushen his woody load.997 +Sushen in wonder viewed the hill, +And culled the sovereign salve of ill. +Soon as the healing herb he found, +The fragrant leaves he crushed and ground. +Then over Lakshman's face he bent, +Who, healed and strengthened by the scent +Of that blest herb divinely sweet, +Rose fresh and lusty on his feet. +Canto CIII. Indra's Car. +Then Raghu's son forgot his woe: +Again he grasped his fallen bow +And hurled at Lanka's lord amain +The tempest of his arrowy rain. +[pg 489] +Drawn by the steeds his lords had brought, +Again the giant turned and fought. +And drove his glittering chariot nigh +As springs the Day-God through the sky. +Then, as his sounding bow he bent, +Like thunderbolts his shafts were sent, +As when dark clouds in rain time shed +Fierce torrents on a mountain's head. +High on his car the giant rode, +On foot the son of Raghu strode. +The Gods from their celestial height +Indignant saw the unequal fight. +Then he whom heavenly hosts revere, +Lord Indra, called his charioteer: +“Haste, Matali,” he cried, “descend; +To Raghu's son my chariot lend. +With cheering words the chief address; +And all the Gods thy deed will bless.” +He bowed; he brought the glorious car +Whose tinkling bells were heard afar; +Fair as the sun of morning, bright +With gold and pearl and lazulite. +He yoked the steeds of tawny hue +That swifter than the tempest flew. +Then down the slope of heaven he hied +And stayed the car by Rama's side. +“Ascend, O Chief,” he humbly cried, +“The chariot which the Gods provide. +The mighty bow of Indra see, +Sent by the Gods who favour thee; +Behold this coat of glittering mail, +And spear and shafts which never fail.” +Cheered by the grace the Immortals showed +The chieftain on the chariot rode. +Then as the car-borne warriors met +The awful fight raged fiercer yet. +Each shaft that Ravan shot became +A serpent red with kindled flame, +And round the limbs of Rama hung +With fiery jaws and quivering tongue. +But every serpent fled dismayed +When Raghu's valiant son displayed +The weapon of the Feathered King,998 +And loosed his arrows from the string. +But Ravan armed his bow anew, +And showers of shafts at Rama flew, +While the fierce king in swift career +Smote with a dart the charioteer. +An arrow shot by Ravan's hand +Laid the proud banner on the sand, +And Indra's steeds of heavenly strain +Fell by the iron tempest slain. +On Gods and spirits of the air +Fell terror, trembling, and despair. +The sea's white billows mounted high +With froth and foam to drench the sky. +The sun by lurid clouds was veiled, +The friendly lights of heaven were paled; +And, fiercely gleaming, fiery Mars +Opposed the beams of gentler stars. +Then Rama's eyes with fury blazed +As Indra's heavenly spear he raised. +Loud rang the bells: the glistering head +Bright flashes through the region shed. +Down came the spear in swift descent: +The giant's lance was crushed and bent. +Then Ravan's horses brave and fleet +Fell dead beneath his arrowy sleet. +Fierce on his foeman Rama pressed, +And gored with shafts his mighty breast. +And spouting streams of crimson dyed +The weary giant's limbs and side. +[I omit Cantos CIV and CV in which the fight is renewed and Ravan severely reprimands his charioteer for timidity and want of confidence in his master's prowess, and orders him to charge straight at Rama on the next occasion.] + +Canto CVI. Glory To The Sun. +There faint and bleeding fast, apart +Stood Ravan raging in his heart. +Then, moved with ruth for Rama's sake, +Agastya999 came and gently spake: +“Bend, Rama, bend thy heart and ear +The everlasting truth to hear +Which all thy hopes through life will bless +And crown thine arms with full success. +The rising sun with golden rays, +Light of the worlds, adore and praise: +The universal king, the lord +By hosts of heaven and fiends adored. +He tempers all with soft control, +He is the Gods' diviner soul; +And Gods above and fiends below +And men to him their safety owe. +He Brahma, Vishnu, Śiva, he +Each person of the glorious Three, +Is every God whose praise we tell, +The King of Heaven,1000 the Lord of Hell:1001 +Each God revered from times of old, +The Lord of War,1002 the King of Gold:1003 +[pg 490] +Mahendra, Time and Death is he, +The Moon, the Ruler of the Sea.1004 +He hears our praise in every form,— +The manes,1005 Gods who ride the storm,1006 +The Aśvins,1007 Manu,1008 they who stand +Round Indra,1009 and the Sadhyas'1010 band +He is the air, and life and fire, +The universal source and sire: +He brings the seasons at his call, +Creator, light, and nurse of all. +His heavenly course he joys to run, +Maker of Day, the golden sun. +The steeds that whirl his car are seven,1011 +The flaming steeds that flash through heaven. +Lord of the sky, the conqueror parts +The clouds of night with glistering darts. +He, master of the Vedas' lore, +Commands the clouds' collected store: +He is the rivers' surest friend; +He bids the rains, and they descend. +Stars, planets, constellations own +Their monarch of the golden throne. +Lord of twelve forms,1012 to thee I bow, +Most glorious King of heaven art thou. +O Rama, he who pays aright +Due worship to the Lord of Light +Shall never fall oppressed by ill, +But find a stay and comfort still. +Adore with all thy heart and mind +This God of Gods, to him resigned; +And thou his saving power shalt know +Victorious o'er thy giant foe.” + +A canto is here omitted. It contains fighting of the ordinary kind between Rama and Ravan, and a description of sights and sounds of evil omen foreboding the destruction of the giant.] + +Canto CVIII. The Battle. +He spoke, and vanished: Rama raised +His eyes with reverence meet, and praised +The glorious Day-God full in view: +Then armed him for the fight anew. +Urged onward by his charioteer +The giant's foaming steeds came near, +And furious was the battle's din +Where each resolved to die or win. +The Rakshas host and Vanar bands +Stood with their weapons in their hands, +And watched in terror and dismay +The fortune of the awful fray. +The giant chief with rage inflamed +His darts at Rama's pennon aimed; +But when they touched the chariot made +By heavenly hands their force was stayed. +Then Rama's breast with fury swelled; +He strained the mighty bow he held, +And straight at Ravan's banner flew +An arrow as the string he drew— +A deadly arrow swift of flight, +Like some huge snake ablaze with light, +Whose fury none might e'er repel,— +And, split in twain, the standard fell. +At Rama's steeds sharp arrows, hot +With flames of fire, the giant shot. +Unmoved the heavenly steeds sustained +The furious shower the warrior rained, +As though soft lotus tendrils smote +Each haughty crest and glossy coat. +Then volleyed swift by magic art, +Tree, mountain peak and spear and dart, +Trident and pike and club and mace +Flew hurtling straight at Rama's face. +But Rama with his steeds and car +Escaped the storm which fell afar +Where the strange missiles, as they rushed +To earth, a thousand Vanars crushed. +[pg 491] +Canto CIX. The Battle. +With wondrous power and might and skill +The giant fought with Rama still. +Each at his foe his chariot drove, +And still for death or victory strove. +The warriors' steeds together dashed, +And pole with pole reëchoing clashed. +Then Rama launching dart on dart +Made Ravan's coursers swerve and start. +Nor was the lord of Lanka slow +To rain his arrows on the foe, +Who showed, by fiery points assailed, +No trace of pain, nor shook nor quailed. +Dense clouds of arrows Rama shot +With that strong arm which rested not, +And spear and mace and club and brand +Fell in dire rain from Ravan's hand. +The storm of missiles fiercely cast +Stirred up the oceans with its blast, +And Serpent-Gods and fiends who dwell +Below were troubled by the swell. +The earth with hill and plain and brook +And grove and garden reeled and shook: +The very sun grew cold and pale, +And horror stilled the rising gale. +God and Gandharva, sage and saint +Cried out, with grief and terror faint: +“O may the prince of Raghu's line +Give peace to Brahmans and to kine, +And, rescuing the worlds, o'erthrow +The giant king our awful foe.” +Then to his deadly string the pride +Of Raghu's race a shaft applied. +Sharp as a serpent's venomed fang +Straight to its mark the arrow sprang, +And from the giant's body shred +With trenchant steel the monstrous head. +There might the triple world behold +That severed head adorned with gold. +But when all eyes were bent to view, +Swift in its stead another grew. +Again the shaft was pointed well: +Again the head divided fell; +But still as each to earth was cast +Another head succeeded fast. +A hundred, bright with fiery flame, +Fell low before the victor's aim, +Yet Ravan by no sign betrayed +That death was near or strength decayed. +The doubtful fight he still maintained, +And on the foe his missiles rained. +In air, on earth, on plain, on hill, +With awful might he battled still; +And through the hours of night and day +The conflict knew no pause or stay. +Canto CX. Ravan's Death. +Then Matali to Rama cried: +“Let other arms the day decide. +Why wilt thou strive with useless toil +And see his might thy efforts foil? +Launch at the foe thy dart whose fire +Was kindled by the Almighty Sire.” +He ceased: and Raghu's son obeyed: +Upon his string the hero laid +An arrow, like a snake that hissed. +Whose fiery flight had never missed: +The arrow Saint Agastya gave +And blessed the chieftain's life to save +That dart the Eternal Father made +The Monarch of the Gods to aid; +By Brahma's self on him bestowed +When forth to fight Lord Indra rode. +'Twas feathered with the rushing wind; +The glowing sun and fire combined +To the keen point their splendour lent; +The shaft, ethereal element, +By Meru's hill and Mandar, pride +Of mountains, had its weight supplied. +He laid it on the twisted cord, +He turned the point at Lanka's lord, +And swift the limb-dividing dart +Pierced the huge chest and cleft the heart, +And dead he fell upon the plain +Like Vritra by the Thunderer slain. +The Rakahas host when Ravan fell +Sent forth a wild terrific yell, +Then turned and fled, all hope resigned, +Through Lanka's gates, nor looked behind. +His voice each joyous Vanar raised, +And Rama, conquering Rama, praised. +Soft from celestial minstrels came +The sound of music and acclaim. +Soft, fresh, and cool, a rising breeze +Brought odours from the heavenly trees, +And ravishing the sight and smell +A wondrous rain of blossoms fell: +And voices breathed round Raghu's son: +“Champion of Gods, well done, well done.” +Canto CXI. Vibhishan's Lament. +Vibhishan saw his brother slain, +Nor could his heart its woe contain. +O'er the dead king he sadly bent +And mourned him with a loud lament: +“O hero, bold and brave,” he cried, +“Skilled in all arms, in battle tried. +Spoiled of thy crown, with limbs outspread, +[pg 492] +Why wilt thou press thy gory bed? +Why slumber on the earth's cold breast, +When sumptuous couches woo to rest? +Ah me, my brother over bold, +Thine is the fate my heart foretold: +But love and pride forbade to hear +The friend who blamed thy wild career. +Fallen is the sun who gave us light, +Our lordly moon is veiled in night. +Our beacon fire is dead and cold +A hundred waves have o'er it rolled. +What could his light and fire avail +Against Lord Rama's arrowy hail? +Woe for the giants' royal tree, +Whose stately height was fair to see. +His buds were deeds of kingly grace, +His bloom the sons who decked his race. +With rifled bloom and mangled bough +The royal tree lies prostrate now.” +“Nay, idly mourn not,” Rama cried, +“The warrior king has nobly died, +Intrepid hero, firm through all, +So fell he as the brave should fall; +And ill beseems it chiefs like us +To weep for those who perish thus. +Be firm: thy causeless grief restrain, +And pay the dues that yet remain.” +Again Vibhishan sadly spoke: +“His was the hero arm that broke +Embattled Gods' and Indra's might, +Unconquered ere to-day in fight. +He rushed against thee, fought and fell, +As Ocean, when his waters swell, +Hurling his might against a rock, +Falls spent and shattered by the shock. +Woe for our king's untimely end, +The generous lord the trusty friend: +Our sure defence when fear arose, +A dreaded scourge to stubborn foes. +O, let the king thy hand has slain +The honours of the dead obtain.” +Then Rama answered. “Hatred dies +When low in dust the foeman lies. +Now triumph bids the conflict cease, +And knits us in the bonds of peace. +Let funeral rites be duly paid. +And be it mine thy toil to aid.” +Canto CXII. The Rakshas Dames. +High rose the universal wail +That mourned the monarch's death, and, pale +With crushing woe, her hair unbound, +Her eyes in floods of sorrow drowned, +Forth from the inner chambers came +With trembling feet each royal dame, +Heedless of those who bade them stay +They reached the field where Ravan lay; +There falling by their husband's side, +“Ah, King! ah dearest lord!” they cried. +Like creepers shattered by the storm +They threw them on his mangled form. +One to his bleeding bosom crept +And lifted up her voice and wept. +About his feet one mourner clung, +Around his neck another hung, +One on the giant's severed head, +Her pearly tears in torrents shed +Fast as the drops the summer shower +Pours down upon the lotus flower. +“Ah, he whose arm in anger reared +The King of Gods and Yama feared, +While panic struck their heavenly train, +Lies prostrate in the battle slain. +Thy haughty heart thou wouldst not bend, +Nor listen to each wiser friend. +Ah, had the dame, as they implored, +Been yielded to her injured lord, +We had not mourned this day thy fall, +And happy had it been for all. +Then Rama and thy friends content +In blissful peace their days had spent. +Thine injured brother had not fled, +Nor giant chiefs and Vanars bled. +Yet for these woes we will not blame. +Thy fancy for the Maithil dame, +Fate, ruthless Fate, whom none may bend +Has urged thee to thy hapless end.” +Canto CXIII. Mandodarí's Lament. +While thus they wept, supreme in place, +The loveliest for form and face, +Mandodarí drew near alone, +Looked on her lord and made her moan: +“Ah Monarch, Indra feared to stand +In fight before thy conquering hand. +From thy dread spear the Immortals ran; +And art thou murdered by a man? +Ah, 'twas no child of earth, I know, +That smote thee with that mortal blow. +'Twas Death himself in Rama's shape, +That slew thee: Death whom none escape. +Or was it he who rules the skies +Who met thee, clothed in man's disguise? +Ah no, my lord, not Indra: he +In battle ne'er could look on thee. +One only God thy match I deem: +'Twas Vishnu's self, the Lord Supreme, +Whose days through ceaseless time extend +And ne'er began and ne'er shall end: +He with the discus, shell, and mace, +Brought ruin on the giant race. +Girt by the Gods of heaven arrayed +Like Vanar hosts his strength to aid, +He Rama's shape and arms assumed +[pg 493] +And slew the king whom Fate had doomed. +In Janasthan when Khara died +With giant legions by his side, +No mortal was the unconquered foe +In Rama's form who struck the blow. +When Hanuman the Vanar came +And burnt thy town with hostile flame, +I counselled peace in anxious fear: +I counselled, but thou wouldst not hear. +Thy fancy for the foreign dame +Has brought thee death and endless shame. +Why should thy foolish fancy roam? +Hadst thou not wives as fair at home? +In beauty, form and grace could she, +Dear lord, surpass or rival me? +Now will the days of Síta glide +In tranquil joy by Rama's side: +And I—ah me, around me raves +A sea of woe with whelming waves. +With thee in days of old I trod +Each spot beloved by nymph and God; +I stood with thee in proud delight +On Mandar's side and Meru's height; +With thee, my lord, enchanted strayed +In Chaitraratha's1013 lovely shade, +And viewed each fairest scene afar +Transported in thy radiant car. +But source of every joy wast thou, +And all my bliss is ended now.” +Then Rama to Vibhishan cried: +“Whate'er the ritual bids, provide. +Obsequial honours duly pay, +And these sad mourners' grief allay.” +Vibhishan answered, wise and true, +For duty's changeless law he knew: +“Nay one who scorned all sacred vows +And dared to touch another's spouse, +Fell tyrant of the human race, +With funeral rites I may not grace.” +Him Raghu's royal son, the best +Of those who love the law, addressed: +“False was the rover of the night, +He loved the wrong and scorned the right. +Yet for the fallen warrior plead +The dauntless heart, the valorous deed. +Let him who ne'er had brooked defeat, +The chief whom Indra feared to meet, +The ever-conquering lord, obtain +The honours that should grace the slain.” +Vibhishan bade his friends prepare +The funeral rites with thoughtful care. +Himself the royal palace sought +Whence sacred fire was quickly brought, +With sandal wood and precious scents +And pearl and coral ornaments. +Wise Brahmans, while the tears that flowed +Down their wan cheeks their sorrow sowed, +Upon a golden litter laid +The corpse in finest ropes arrayed. +Thereon were flowers and pennons hung, +And loud the monarch's praise was sung. +Then was the golden litter raised, +While holy fire in order blazed. +And first in place Vibhishan led +The slow procession of the dead, +Behind, their cheeks with tears bedewed, +Came sad the widowed multitude. +Where, raised as Brahmans ordered, stood +Piled sandal logs, and scented wood, +The body of the king was set +High on a deerskin coverlet. +Then duly to the monarch's shade +The offerings for the dead they paid, +And southward on the eastern side +An altar formed and fire supplied. +Then on the shoulder of the dead +The oil and clotted milk were shed. +All rites were done as rules ordain: +The sacrificial goat was slain. +Next on the corpse were perfumes thrown +And many a flowery wreath was strown; +And with Vibhishan's ready aid +Rich vesture o'er the king was laid. +Then while the tears their cheeks bedewed +Parched grain upon the dead they strewed; +Last, to the wood, as rules require, +Vibhishan set the kindling fire. +Then having bathed, as texts ordain, +To Lanka went the mourning train. +Vibhishan, when his task was done, +Stood by the side of Raghu's son. +And Rama, freed from every foe, +Unstrung at last his deadly bow, +And laid the glittering shafts aside, +And mail by Indra's love supplied. +Canto CXIV. Vibhishan Consecrated. +Joy reigned in heaven where every eye +Had seen the Lord of Lanka die. +In cars whose sheen surpassed the sun's +Triumphant rode the radiant ones: +And Ravan's death, by every tongue, +And Rama's glorious deeds were sung. +They praised the Vanars true and brave, +The counsel wise Sugríva gave. +The deeds of Hanúman they told, +The valiant chief supremely bold, +The strong ally, the faithful friend, +And Síta's truth which naught could bend. +To Matali, whom Indra sent, +His head the son of Raghu bent: +And he with fiery steeds who clove +The clouds again to Swarga drove. +[pg 494] +Round King Sugríva brave and true +His arms in rapture Rama threw, +Looked on the host with joy and pride, +And thus to noble Lakshman cried: +“Now let king-making drops be shed, +Dear brother, on Vibhishan's head +For truth and friendship nobly shown, +And make him lord of Ravan's throne.” +This longing of his heart he told: +And Lakshman took an urn of gold +And bade the wind-fleet Vanars bring +Sea water for the giants' king. +The brimming urn was swiftly brought: +Then on a throne superbly wrought +Vibhishan sat, the giants' lord, +And o'er his brows the drops were poured. +As Raghu's son the rite beheld +His loving heart with rapture swelled: +But tenderer thoughts within him woke, +And thus to Hanúman he spoke: +“Go to my queen: this message give: +Say Lakshman and Sugríva live. +The death of Lanka's monarch tell, +And bid her joy, for all is well.” +Canto CXV. Síta's Joy. +The Vanar chieftain bowed his head, +Within the walls of Lanka sped, +Leave from the new-made king obtained, +And Síta's lovely garden gained. +Beneath a tree the queen he found, +Where Rakshas warders watched around. +Her pallid cheek, her tangled hair, +Her raiment showed her deep despair, +Near and more near the envoy came +And gently hailed the weeping dame. +She started up in sweet surprise, +And sudden joy illumed her eyes. +For well the Vanar's voice she knew, +And hope reviving sprang and grew. +“Fair Queen,” he said, “our task is done: +The foe is slain and Lanka won. +Triumphant mid triumphant friends +Kind words of greeting Rama sends. +“Blest for thy sake, O spouse most true, +My deadly foe I met and slew. +Mine eyes are strangers yet to sleep: +I built a bridge athwart the deep +And crossed the sea to Lanka's shore +To keep the mighty oath I swore. +Now, gentle love, thy cares dispel, +And weep no more, for all is well. +Fear not in Ravan's house to stay +For good Vibhishan now bears sway, +For constant truth and friendship known +Regard his palace as thine own.” +He greets thee thus thy heart to cheer, +And urged by love will soon be here.” +Then flushed with joy the lady's cheek. +Her eyes o'erflowed, her voice was weak; +But struggling with her sobs she broke +Her silence thus, and faintly spoke: +“So fast the flood of rapture came, +My trembling tongue no words could frame. +Ne'er have I heard in days of bliss +A tale that gave such joy as this. +More precious far than gems and gold +The message which thy lips have told.” +His reverent hands the Vanar raised +And thus the lady's answer praised: +“Sweet are the words, O Queen, which thou +True to thy lord, hast spoken now, +Better than gems and pearls of price, +Yea, or the throne of Paradise. +But, lady, ere I leave this place, +Grant me, I pray, a single grace. +Permit me, and this vengeful hand +Shall slay thy guards, this Rakshas band, +Whose cruel insult threat and scorn +Thy gentle soul too long has borne.” +Thus, stern of mood, Hanúman cried: +The Maithil lady thus replied: +“Nay, be not wroth with servants: they, +When monarchs bid must needs obey. +And, vassals of their lords, fulfil +Each fancy of their sovereign will. +To mine own sins the blame impute, +For as we sow we reap the fruit. +The tyrant's will these dames obeyed +When their fierce threats my soul dismayed.” +She ceased: with admiration moved +The Vanar chief her words approved: +“Thy speech,” he cried, “is worthy one +Whom love has linked to Raghu's son. +Now speak, O Queen, that I may know +Thy pleasure, for to him I go.” +The Vanar ceased: then Janak's child +Made answer as she sweetly smiled: +“'My first, my only wish can be, +O chief, my loving lord to see.” +Again the Vanar envoy spoke, +And with his words new rapture woke: +“Queen, ere this sun shall cease to shine +Thy Rama's eyes shall look in thine. +Again the lord of Raghu's race +Shall turn to thee his moon-bright face. +His faithful brother shall thou see +And every friend who fought for thee, +And greet once more thy king restored +Like Śachí1014 to her heavenly lord.” +To Raghu's son his steps he bent +And told the message that she sent. +[pg 495] +Canto CXVI. The Meeting. +He looked upon that archer chief +Whose full eye mocked the lotus leaf, +And thus the noble Vanar spake: +“Now meet the queen for whose dear sake +Thy mighty task was first begun, +And now the glorious fruit is won. +O'erwhelmed with woe thy lady lies, +The hot tears streaming from her eyes. +And still the queen must long and pine +Until those eyes be turned to thine.” +But Rama stood in pensive mood, +And gathering tears his eyes bedewed. +His sad looks sought the ground: he sighed +And thus to King Vibhishan cried: +“Let Síta bathe and tire her head +And hither to my sight be led +In raiment sweet with precious scent, +And gay with golden ornament.” +The Rakshas king his palace sought, +And Síta from her bower was brought. +Then Rakshas bearers tall and strong, +Selected from the menial throng, +Through Lanka's gate the queen, arrayed +In glorious robes and gems, conveyed. +Concealed behind the silken screen, +Swift to the plain they bore the queen, +While Vanars, close on every side, +With eager looks the litter eyed. +The warders at Vibhishan's hest +The onward rushing throng repressed, +While like the roar of ocean loud +Rose the wild murmur of the crowd. +The son of Raghu saw and moved +With anger thus the king reproved: +“Why vex with hasty blow and threat +The Vanars, and my rights forget? +Repress this zeal, untimely shown: +I count this people as mine own. +A woman's guard is not her bower, +The lofty wall, the fenced tower: +Her conduct is her best defence, +And not a king's magnificence. +At holy rites, in war and woe, +Her face unveiled a dame may show; +When at the Maiden's Choice1015 they meet, +When marriage troops parade the street. +And she, my queen, who long has lain +In prison racked with care and pain, +May cease a while her face to hide, +For is not Rama by her side? +Lay down the litter: on her feet +Let Síta come her lord to meet. +And let the hosts of woodland race +Look near upon the lady's face.” +Then Lakshman and each Vanar chief +Who heard his words were filled with grief. +The lady's gentle spirit sank, +And from each eye in fear she shrank, +As, her sweet eyelids veiled for shame, +Slowly before her lord she came. +While rapture battled with surprise +She raised to his her wistful eyes. +Then with her doubt and fear she strove, +And from her breast all sorrow drove. +Regardless of the gathering crowd, +Bright as the moon without a cloud, +She bent her eyes, no longer dim, +In joy and trusting love on him. +Canto CXVII. Síta's Disgrace. +He saw her trembling by his side, +And looked upon her face and cried: +“Lady, at length my task is done, +And thou, the prize of war, art won, +This arm my glory has retrieved, +And all that man might do achieved; +The insulting foe in battle slain +And cleared mine honour from its stain. +This day has made my name renowned +And with success my labour crowned. +Lord of myself, the oath I swore +Is binding on my soul no more. +If from my home my queen was reft, +This arm has well avenged the theft, +And in the field has wiped away +The blot that on mine honour lay. +The bridge that spans the foaming flood, +The city red with giants' blood; +The hosts by King Sugríva led +Who wisely counselled, fought and bled; +Vibhishan's love, our guide and stay— +All these are crowned with fruit to-day. +But, lady, 'twas not love for thee +That led mine army o'er the sea. +'Twas not for thee our blood was shed, +Or Lanka filled with giant dead. +No fond affection for my wife +Inspired me in the hour of strife. +I battled to avenge the cause +Of honour and insulted laws. +My love is fled, for on thy fame +Lies the dark blot of sin and shame; +And thou art hateful as the light +[pg 496] +That flashes on the injured sight. +The world is all before thee: flee: +Go where thou wilt, but not with me. +How should my home receive again +A mistress soiled with deathless stain? +How should I brook the foul disgrace, +Scorned by my friends and all my race? +For Ravan bore thee through the sky, +And fixed on thine his evil eye. +About thy waist his arms he threw, +Close to his breast his captive drew, +And kept thee, vassal of his power, +An inmate of his ladies' bower.” +Canto CXVIII. Síta's Reply. +Struck down with overwhelming shame +She shrank within her trembling frame. +Each word of Rama's like a dart +Had pierced the lady to the heart; +And from her sweet eyes unrestrained +The torrent of her sorrows, rained. +Her weeping eyes at length she dried, +And thus mid choking sobs replied: +“Canst thou, a high-born prince, dismiss +A high-born dame with speech like this? +Such words befit the meanest hind, +Not princely birth and generous mind, +By all my virtuous life I swear +I am not what thy words declare. +If some are faithless, wilt thou find +No love and truth in womankind? +Doubt others if thou wilt, but own +The truth which all my life has shown. +If, when the giant seized his prey, +Within his hated arms I lay, +And felt the grasp I dreaded, blame +Fate and the robber, not thy dame. +What could a helpless woman do? +My heart was mine and still was true, +Why when Hanúman sent by thee +Sought Lanka's town across the sea, +Couldst thou not give, O lord of men, +Thy sentence of rejection then? +Then in the presence of the chief +Death, ready death, had brought relief, +Nor had I nursed in woe and pain +This lingering life, alas in vain. +Then hadst thou shunned the fruitless strife +Nor jeopardied thy noble life, +But spared thy friends and bold allies +Their vain and weary enterprise. +Is all forgotten, all? my birth, +Named Janak's child, from fostering earth? +That day of triumph when a maid +My trembling hand in thine I laid? +My meek obedience to thy will, +My faithful love through joy and ill, +That never failed at duty's call— +O King, is all forgotten, all?” +To Lakshman then she turned and spoke +While sobs and sighs her utterance broke: +“Sumitra's son, a pile prepare, +My refuge in my dark despair. +I will not live to bear this weight +Of shame, forlorn and desolate. +The kindled fire my woes shall end +And be my best and surest friend.” +His mournful eyes the hero raised +And wistfully on Rama gazed, +In whose stern look no ruth was seen, +No mercy for the weeping queen. +No chieftain dared to meet those eyes, +To pray, to question or advise. +The word was passed, the wood was piled +And fain to die stood Janak's child. +She slowly paced around her lord, +The Gods with reverent act adored, +Then raising suppliant hands the dame +Prayed humbly to the Lord of Flame: +“As this fond heart by virtue swayed +From Raghu's son has never strayed, +So, universal witness, Fire +Protect my body on the pyre, +As Raghu's son has idly laid +This charge on Síta, hear and aid.” +She ceased: and fearless to the last +Within the flame's wild fury passed. +Then rose a piercing cry from all +Dames, children, men, who saw her fall +Adorned with gems and gay attire +Beneath the fury of the fire. +Canto CXIX. Glory To Vishnu. +The shrill cry pierced through Rama's ears +And his sad eyes o'erflowed with tears, +When lo, transported through the sky +A glorious band of Gods was nigh. +Ancestral shades,1016 by men revered, +In venerable state appeared, +And he from whom all riches flow,1017 +And Yama Lord who reigns below: +King Indra, thousand-eyed, and he +Who wields the sceptre of the sea.1018 +The God who shows the blazoned bull,1019 +And Brahma Lord most bountiful +By whose command the worlds were made +All these on radiant cars conveyed, +[pg 497] +Brighter than sun-beams, sought the place +Where stood the prince of Raghu's race, +And from their glittering seats the best +Of blessed Gods the chief addressed: +“Couldst thou, the Lord of all, couldst thou, +Creator of the worlds, allow +Thy queen, thy spouse to brave the fire +And give her body to the pyre? +Dost thou not yet, supremely wise, +Thy heavenly nature recognize?” +They ceased: and Rama thus began: +“I deem myself a mortal man. +Of old Ikshvaku's line, I spring +From Daśaratha Kośal's king.” +He ceased: and Brahma's self replied: +“O cast the idle thought aside. +Thou art the Lord Narayan, thou +The God to whom all creatures bow. +Thou art the saviour God who wore +Of old the semblance of a boar; +Thou he whose discus overthrows +All present, past and future foes; +Thou Brahma, That whose days extend +Without beginning, growth or end; +The God, who, bears the bow of horn, +Whom four majestic arms adorn; +Thou art the God who rules the sense +And sways with gentle influence; +Thou all-pervading Vishnu Lord +Who wears the ever-conquering sword; +Thou art the Guide who leads aright, +Thou Krishna of unequalled might. +Thy hand, O Lord, the hills and plains, +And earth with all her life sustains; +Thou wilt appear in serpent form +When sinks the earth in fire and storm. +Queen Síta of the lovely brows +Is Lakshmí thy celestial spouse. +To free the worlds from Ravan thou +Wouldst take the form thou wearest now. +Rejoice: the mighty task is done: +Rejoice, thou great and glorious one. +The tyrant, slain, thy labours end: +Triumphant now to heaven ascend. +High bliss awaits the devotee +Who clings in loving faith to thee, +Who celebrates with solemn praise +The Lord of ne'er beginning days. +On earth below, in heaven above +Great joy shall crown his faith and love. +And he who loves the tale divine +Which tells each glorious deed of thine +Through life's fair course shall never know +The fierce assault of pain and woe.”1020 +Canto CXX. Síta Restored. +Thus spoke the Self-existent Sire: +Then swiftly from the blazing pyre +The circling flames were backward rolled, +And, raising in his gentle hold +Alive unharmed the Maithil dame, +The Lord of Fire embodied came. +Fair as the morning was her sheen, +And gold and gems adorned the queen. +Her form in crimson robes arrayed, +Her hair was bound in glossy braid. +Her wreath was fresh and sweet of scent, +Undimmed was every ornament. +Then, standing close to Rama'a side, +The universal witness cried: +“From every blot and blemish free +Thy faithful queen returns to thee. +In word or deed, in look or mind +Her heart from thee has ne'er declined. +By force the giant bore away +From thy lone cot his helpless prey; +And in his bowers securely kept +She still has longed for thee and wept. +With soft temptation, bribe and threat, +He bade the dame her love forget: +But, nobly faithful to her lord, +Her soul the giant's suit abhorred. +Receive, O King, thy queen again, +Pure, ever pure from spot and stain.” +Still stood the king in thoughtful mood +And tears of joy his eyes bedewed. +Then to the best of Gods the best +Of warrior chiefs his mind expressed: +“'Twas meet that mid the thousands here +The searching fire my queen should clear; +For long within the giant's bower +She dwelt the vassal of his power. +For else had many a slanderous tongue +Reproaches on mine honour flung, +And scorned the king who, love-impelled, +His consort from the proof withheld. +No doubt had I, but surely knew +That Janak's child was pure and true, +That, come what might, in good and ill +Her faithful heart was with me still. +I knew that Ravan could not wrong +My queen whom virtue made so strong. +I knew his heart would sink and fail, +Nor dare her honour to assail, +As Ocean, when he raves and roars, +Fears to o'erleap his bounding shores. +Now to the worlds her truth is shown, +And Síta is again mine own. +Thus proved before unnumbered eyes, +On her pure fame no shadow lies. +As heroes to their glory cleave, +Mine own dear spouse I ne'er will leave.” +[pg 498] +He ceased: and clasped in fond embrace +On his dear breast she hid her face. +Canto CXXI. Dasaratha. +To him Maheśvar thus replied: +“O strong-armed hero, lotus-eyed, +Thou, best of those who love the right, +Hast nobly fought the wondrous fight. +Dispelled by thee the doom that spread +Through trembling earth and heaven is fled. +The worlds exult in light and bliss, +And praise thy name, O chief, for this. +Now peace to Bharat's heart restore, +And bid Kausalya weep no more. +Thy face let Queen Kaikeyí see, +Let fond Sumitra gaze on thee. +The longing of thy friends relieve, +The kingdom of thy sires receive. +Let sons of gentle Síta born +Ikshvaku's ancient line adorn. +Then from all care and foemen freed +Perform the offering of the steed. +In pious gifts thy wealth expend, +Then to the home of Gods ascend, +Thy sire, this glorious king, behold, +Among the blest in heaven enrolled. +He comes from where the Immortals dwell: +Salute him, for he loves thee well.” +His mandate Raghu's sons obeyed, +And to their sire obeisance made, +Where high he stood above the car +In wondrous light that shone afar, +His limbs in radiant garments dressed +Whereon no spot of dust might rest. +When on the son he loved so well +The eyes of Daśaratha fell, +He strained the hero to his breast +And thus with gentle words addressed: +“No joy to me is heavenly bliss, +For there these eyes my Rama miss. +Enrolled on high with saint and sage, +Thy woes, dear son, my thoughts engage. +Kaikeyí's guile I ne'er forget: +Her cruel words will haunt me yet, +Which sent thee forth, my son, to roam +The forest far from me and home. +Now when I look on each dear face, +And hold you both in fond embrace, +My heart is full of joy to see +The sons I love from danger free. +Now know I what the Gods designed, +And how in Rama's form enshrined +The might of Purushottam lay, +The tyrant of the worlds to slay. +Ah, how Kausalya will rejoice +To hear again her darling's voice, +And, all thy weary wanderings o'er, +To gaze upon thy face once more. +Ah blest, for ever blest are they +Whose eyes shall see the glorious day +Of thy return in joy at last, +Thy term of toil and exile past. +Ayodhya's lord, begin thy reign, +And day by day new glory gain.” +He ceased: and Rama thus replied: +“Be not this grace, O sire, denied. +Those hasty words, that curse revoke +Which from thy lips in anger broke: +“Kaikeyí, be no longer mine: +I cast thee off, both thee and thine.” +O father, let no sorrow fall +On her or hers: thy curse recall.” +“Yea, she shall live, if so thou wilt,” +The sire replied, “absolved from guilt.” +Round Lakshman then his arms he threw, +And moved by love began anew: +“Great store of merit shall be thine, +And brightly shall thy glory shine; +Secure on earth thy brother's grace. +And high in heaven shall be thy place. +Thy glorious king obey and fear: +To him the triple world is dear. +God, saint, and sage, by Indra led, +To Rama bow the reverent head, +Nor from the Lord, the lofty-souled, +Their worship or their praise withhold. +Heart of the Gods, supreme is he, +The One who ne'er shall cease to be.” +On Síta then he looked and smiled; +“List to my words” he said, “dear child, +Let not thy gentle breast retain +One lingering trace of wrath or pain. +When by the fire thy truth be proved, +By love for thee his will was moved. +The furious flame thy faith confessed +Which shrank not from the awful test: +And thou, in every heart enshrined, +Shalt live the best of womankind.” +He ceased: he bade the three adieu, +And home to heaven exulting flew. +Canto CXXII. Indra's Boon. +Then Indra, he whose fiery stroke +Slew furious Paka, turned and spoke: +“A glorious day, O chief, is this, +Rich with the fruit of lasting bliss. +Well pleased are we: we love thee well +Now speak, thy secret wishes tell.” +Thus spake the sovereign of the sky, +And this was Rama's glad reply: +“If I have won your grace, incline +To grant this one request of mine. +Restore, O King: the Vanar dead +Whose blood for me was nobly shed. +[pg 499] +To life and strength my friends recall, +And bring them back from Yama's hall. +When, fresh in might the warriors rise, +Prepare a feast to glad their eyes. +Let fruits of every season glow, +And streams of purest water flow.” +Thus Raghu's son, great-hearted, prayed, +And Indra thus his answer made: +“High is the boon thou seekest: none +Should win this grace but Raghu's son. +Yet, faithful to the word I spake, +I grant the prayer for thy dear sake. +The Vanars whom the giants slew +Their life and vigour shall renew. +Their strength repaired, their gashes healed +Whose torrents dyed the battle field, +The warrior hosts from death shall rise +Like sleepers when their slumber flies.” +Restored from Yama's dark domain +The Vanar legions filled the plain, +And, round the royal chief arrayed, +With wondering hearts obeisance paid. +Each God the son of Raghu praised, +And cried as loud his voice he raised: +“Turn, King, to fair Ayodhya speed, +And leave thy friends of Vanar breed. +Thy true devoted consort cheer +After long days of woe and fear. +Bharat, thy loyal brother, see, +A hermit now for love of thee. +The tears of Queen Kauśalya dry, +And light with joy each stepdame's eye; +Then consecrated king of men +Make glad each faithful citizen.” +They ceased: and borne on radiant cars +Sought their bright home amid the stars. +Canto CXXIII. The Magic Car. +Then slept the tamer of his foes +And spent the night in calm repose. +Vibhishan came when morning broke, +And hailed the royal chief, and spoke: +“Here wait thee precious oil and scents, +And rich attire and ornaments. +The brimming urns are newly filled, +And women in their duty skilled, +With lotus-eyes, thy call attend, +Assistance at thy bath to lend.” +“Let others,” Rama cried, “desire +These precious scents, this rich attire, +I heed not such delights as these, +For faithful Bharat, ill at ease, +Watching for me is keeping now +Far far away his rigorous vow. +By Bharat's side I long to stand, +I long to see my fatherland. +Far is Ayodhya: long, alas, +The dreary road and hard to pass.” +“One day,” Vibhishan cried, “one day +Shall bear thee o'er that length of way. +Is not the wondrous chariot mine, +Named Pushpak, wrought by hands divine. +The prize which Ravan seized of old +Victorious o'er the God of Gold? +This chariot, kept with utmost care, +Will waft thee through the fields of air, +And thou shalt light unwearied down +In fair Ayodhya's royal town. +But yet if aught that I have done +Has pleased thee well, O Raghu's son; +If still thou carest for thy friend, +Some little time in Lanka spend; +There after toil of battle rest +Within my halls an honoured guest.” +Again the son of Raghu spake: +“Thy life was perilled for my sake. +Thy counsel gave me priceless aid: +All honours have been richly paid. +Scarce can my love refuse, O best +Of giant kind, thy last request. +But still I yearn once more to see +My home and all most dear to me; +Nor can I brook one hour's delay: +Forgive me, speed me on my way.” +He ceased: the magic car was brought. +Of yore by Viśvakarma wrought. +In sunlike sheen it flashed and blazed; +And Raghu's sons in wonder gazed. +Canto CXXIV. The Departure. +The giant lord the chariot viewed, +And humbly thus his speech renewed: +“Behold, O King, the car prepared: +Now be thy further will declared.” +He ceased: and Rama spake once more: +“These hosts who thronged to Lanka's shore +Their faith and might have nobly shown, +And set thee on the giants' throne. +Let pearls and gems and gold repay +The feats of many a desperate day, +That all may go triumphant hence +Proud of their noble recompense.” +Vibhishan, ready at his call, +With gold and gems enriched them all. +Then Rama clomb the glorious car +That shone like day's resplendent star. +There in his lap he held his dame +Vailing her eyes in modest shame. +Beside him Lakshman took his stand, +Whose mighty bow still armed his hand, +“O King Vibhishan,” Rama cried, +“O Vanar chiefs, so long allied, +[pg 500] +My comrades till the foemen fell, +List, for I speak a long farewell. +The task, in doubt and fear begun, +With your good aid is nobly done. +Leave Lanka's shore, your steps retrace, +Brave warriors of the Vanar race. +Thou, King Sugríva, true, through all, +To friendship's bond and duty's call, +Seek far Kishkindha with thy train +And o'er thy realm in glory reign. +Farewell, Vibhishan, Lanka's throne +Won by our arms is now thine own, +Thou, mighty lord, hast nought to dread +From heavenly Gods by Indra led. +My last farewell, 0 King, receive, +For Lanka's isle this hour I leave.” +Loud rose their cry in answer: “We, +O Raghu's son, would go with thee. +With thee delighted would we stray +Where sweet Ayodhya's groves are gay, +Then in the joyous synod view +King-making balm thy brows bedew; +Our homage to Kauśalya pay, +And hasten on our homeward way.” +Their prayer the son of Raghu heard, +And spoke, his heart with rapture stirred: +“Sugríva, O my faithful friend, +Vibhishan and ye chiefs, ascend. +A joy beyond all joys the best +Will fill my overflowing breast, +If girt by you, O noble band, +I seek again my native land.” +With Vanar lords in danger tried +Sugríva sprang to Rama's side, +And girt by chiefs of giant kind +Vibhíshan's step was close behind. +Swift through the air, as Rama chose, +The wondrous car from earth arose. +And decked with swans and silver wings +Bore through the clouds its freight of kings. +Canto CXXV. The Return. +Then Rama, speeding through the skies, +Bent on the earth his eager eyes: +“Look, Síta, see, divinely planned +And built by Viśvakarma's hand, +Lanka the lovely city rest +Enthroned on Mount Trikúṭa's crest +Behold those fields, ensanguined yet, +Where Vanar hosts and giants met. +There, vainly screened by charm and spell, +The robber Ravan fought and fell. +There knelt Mandodarí1021 and shed +Her tears in floods for Ravan dead. +And every dame who loved him sent +From her sad heart her wild lament. +There gleams the margin of the deep, +Where, worn with toil, we sank to sleep. +Look, love, the unconquered sea behold, +King Varun's home ordained of old, +Whose boundless waters roar and swell +Rich with their store of pearl and shell. +O see, the morning sun is bright +On fair Hiranyanabha's1022 height, +Who rose from Ocean's sheltering breast +That Hanuman might stay and rest. +There stretches, famed for evermore, +The wondrous bridge from shore to shore. +The worlds, to life's remotest day, +Due reverence to the work shall pay, +Which holier for the lapse of time +Shall give release from sin and crime. +Now thither bend, dear love, thine eyes +Where green with groves Kishkindha lies, +The seat of King Sugríva's reign, +Where Bali by this hand was slain.1023 +There Ríshyamúka's hill behold +Bright gleaming with embedded gold. +There too my wandering foot I set, +There King Sugríva first I met. +And, where yon trees their branches wave, +My promise of assistance gave. +There, flushed with lilies, Pampa shines +With banks which greenest foliage lines, +Where melancholy steps I bent +And mourned thee with a mad lament. +There fierce Kabandha, spreading wide +His giant arms, in battle died. +Turn, Síta, turn thine eyes and see +In Janasthan that glorious tree: +There Ravan, lord of giants slew +Our friend Jaṭayus brave and true, +Thy champion in the hopeless strife, +Who gave for thee his noble life. +Now mark that glade amid the trees +Where once we lived as devotees. +See, see our leafy cot between +Those waving boughs of densest green, +Where Ravan seized his prize and stole +My love the darling of my soul. +O, look again: beneath thee gleams +Godavarí the best of streams, +Whose lucid waters sweetly glide +By lilies that adorn her side. +There dwelt Agastya, holy sage, +In plantain-sheltered hermitage. +See Śarabhanga's humble shed +[pg 501] +Which sovereign Indra visited. +See where the gentle hermits dwell +Neath Atri's rule who loved us well; +Where once thine eyes were blest to see +His sainted dame who talked with thee. +Now rest thine eyes with new delight +On Chitrakúṭa's woody height, +See Jumna flashing in the sun +Through groves of brilliant foliage run. +Screened by the shade of spreading boughs. +There Bharadvaja keeps his vows, +There Ganga, river of the skies, +Rolls the sweet wave that purifies, +There Śringavera's towers ascend +Where Guha reigns, mine ancient friend. +I see, I see thy glittering spires, +Ayodhya, city of my sires. +Bow down, bow down thy head, my sweet, +Our home, our long-lost home to greet.” +Canto CXXVI. Bharat Consoled. +But Rama bade the chariot stay, +And halting in his airy way, +In Bharadvaja's holy shade +His homage to the hermit paid. +“O saint,” he cried, “I yearn to know +My dear Ayodhya's weal and woe. +O tell me that the people thrive, +And that the queens are yet alive.” +Joy gleamed in Bhardvaja's eye, +Who gently smiled and made reply: +“Thy brother, studious of thy will, +Is faithful and obedient still. +In tangled twine he coils his hair: +Thy safe return is all his care. +Before thy shoes he humbly bends, +And to thy house and realm attends. +When first these dreary years began, +When first I saw the banished man, +With Síta, in his hermit coat, +At this sad heart compassion smote. +My breast with tender pity swelled: +I saw thee from thy home expelled, +Reft of all princely state, forlorn, +A hapless wanderer travel-worn, +Firm in thy purpose to fulfil +Thy duty and thy father's will. +But boundless is my rapture now: +Triumphant, girt with friends, art thou. +Where'er thy wandering steps have been, +Thy joy and woe mine eyes have seen. +Thy glorious deeds to me art known, +The Brahmans saved, the foes o'erthrown. +Such power have countless seasons spent +In penance and devotion lent. +Thy virtues, best of chiefs, I know, +And now a boon would fain bestow. +This hospitable gift1024 receive: +Then with the dawn my dwelling leave.” +The bended head of Rama showed +His reverence for the grace bestowed; +Then for each brave companion's sake +He sought a further boon and spake: +“O let that mighty power of thine +The road to fair Ayodhya line +With trees where fruit of every hue +The Vanars' eye and taste may woo, +And flowers of every season, sweet +With stores of honeyed juice, may meet.” +The hero ceased: the hermit bent +His reverend head in glad assent; +And swift, as Bharadvaja willed, +The prayer of Rama was fulfilled. +For many a league the lengthening road +Trees thick with fruit and blossom showed +With luscious beauty to entice +The taste like trees of Paradise. +The Vanars passed beneath the shade +Of that delightful colonnade, +Still tasting with unbounded glee +The treasures of each wondrous tree. +Canto CXXVII. Rama's Message. +But Rama, when he first looked down +And saw afar Ayodhya's town, +Had called Hanuman to his side, +The chief on whom his heart relied, +And said: “Brave Vanar, good at need, +Haste onward, to Ayodhya speed, +And learn, I pray, if all be well +With those who in the palace dwell. +But as thou speedest on thy way +Awhile at Śringavera stay. +Tell Guha the Nishadas' lord, +That victor, with my queen restored, +In health and strength with many a friend +Homeward again my steps I bend. +Thence by the road that he will show +On to Ayodhya swiftly go. +There with my love my brother greet, +And all our wondrous tale repeat. +Say that victorious in the strife +I come with Lakshman and my wife, +Then mark with keenest eye each trace +Of joy or grief on Bharat's face. +Be all his gestures closely viewed, +[pg 502] +Each change of look and attitude. +Where breathes the man who will not cling +To all that glorifies a king? +Where beats the heart that can resign +An ancient kingdom, nor repine +To lose a land renowned for breeds +Of elephants and warrior steeds? +If, won by custom day by day, +My brother Bharat thirsts for sway, +Still let him rule the nations, still +The throne of old Ikshvaku fill. +Go, mark him well: his feelings learn, +And, ere we yet be near return.” +He ceased: and, garbed in human form, +Forth sped Hanúman swift as storm. +Sublime in air he rose, and through +The region of his father flew. +He saw far far beneath his feet +Where Ganga's flood and Jumna meet. +Descending from the upper air +He entered Śringavera, where +King Guha's heart was well content +To hear the message Rama sent. +Then, with his mighty strength renewed, +The Vanar chief his way pursued, +Valúkiní was far behind, +And Gomatí with forests lined, +And golden fields and pastures gay +With flocks and herds beneath him lay. +Then Nandigrama charmed his eye +Where flowers were bright with every dye, +And trees of lovely foliage made +With meeting boughs delightful shade, +Where women watched in trim array +Their little sons' and grandsons' play. +His eager eye on Bharat fell +Who sat before his lonely cell. +In hermit weed, with tangled hair, +Pale, weak, and worn with ceaseless care. +His royal pomp and state resigned +For Rama still he watched and pined, +Still to his dreary vows adhered, +And royal Rama's shoes revered. +Yet still the terror of his arm +Preserved the land from fear and harm. +The Wind-God's son, in form a man, +Raised reverent hands and thus began: +“Fond greeting, Prince, I bring to thee, +And Rama's self has sent it: he +For whom thy spirit sorrows yet +As for a hapless anchoret +In Danḍak wood, in dire distress, +With matted hair and hermit dress. +This sorrow from thy bosom fling, +And hear the tale of joy I bring. +This day thy brother shalt thou meet +Exulting in his foe's defeat, +Freed from his toil and lengthened vow, +The light of victory on his brow, +With Síta, Lakshman and his friends +Homeward at last his steps he bends.” +Then joy, too mighty for control, +Rushed in full flood o'er Bharat's soul; +His reeling sense and strength gave way, +And fainting on the earth he lay, +At length upspringing from the ground, +His arms about Hanúman wound, +With tender tears of rapture sprung, +He dewed the neck to which he clung: +“Art thou a God or man,” he cried, +“Whom love and pity hither guide? +For this a hundred thousand kine, +A hundred villages be thine. +A score of maids of spotless lives +To thee I give to be thy wives, +Of golden hue and bright of face, +Each lovely for her tender grace.” +He ceased a while by joy subdued, +And then his eager speech renewed. +Canto CXXVIII. Hanuman's Story. +“In doubt and fear long years have passed +And glorious tidings come at last. +True, true is now the ancient verse +Which men in time of bliss rehearse: +“Once only in a hundred years +Great joy to mortal men appears.” +But now his woes and triumph tell, +And loss and gain as each befell.” +He ceased: Hanúman mighty-souled +The tale of Rama's wanderings told +From that first day on which he stood +In the drear shade of Danḍak wood. +He told how fierce Viradha fell; +He told of Śarabhanga's cell +Where Rama saw with wondering eyes +Indra descended from the skies. +He told how Śúrpanakhí came, +Her soul aglow with amorous flame, +And fled repulsed, with rage and tears, +Reft of her nose and severed ears. +He told how Rama's might subdued +The giants' furious multitude; +How Khara with the troops he led +And Triśiras and Dúshan bled: +How Rama, tempted from his cot, +The golden deer pursued and shot, +And Ravan came and stole away +The Maithil queen his hapless prey, +When, as he fought, the dame to save, +His noble life Jatayus gave: +How Rama still the the search renewed, +The robber to his hold pursued, +Bridging the sea from shore to shore, +And found his queen to part no more.1025 +[pg 503] +Canto CXXIX. The Meeting With Bharat. +O'erwhelmed with rapture Bharat heard +The tale that all his being stirred, +And, heralding the glad event, +This order to Śatrughna sent: +“Let every shrine with flowers be gay +Let incense burn and music play. +Go forth, go forth to meet your king, +Let tabours sound and minstrels sing, +Let bards swell high the note of praise +Skilled in the lore of ancient days, +Call forth the royal matrons: call +Each noble from the council hall. +Send all we love and honour most, +Send Brahmans and the warrior host, +A glorious company to bring +In triumph home our lord the king.” +Great rapture filled Śatrughna's breast, +Obedient to his brother's hest. +“Send forth ten thousand men” he cried, +“Let brawny arms be stoutly plied, +And, smoothing all with skilful care, +The road for Kośal's king prepare. +Then o'er the earth let thousands throw +Fresh showers of water cool as snow, +And others strew with garlands gay +With loveliest blooms our monarch's way. +On tower and temple porch and gate +Let banners wave in royal state, +And be each roof and terrace lined +With blossoms loose and chaplets twined.” +The nobles hasting forth fulfilled +His order as Śatrughna willed. +Sublime on elephants they rode +Whose gilded girths with jewels glowed. +Attended close by thousands more +Gay with the gear and flags they bore. +A thousand chiefs their steeds bestrode, +Their glittering cars a thousand showed. +And countless hosts in rich array +Pursued on foot their eager way. +Veiled from the air with silken screens +In litters rode the widowed queens. +Kausalya first, acknowledged head +And sovereign of the household, led: +Sumitra next, and after, dames +Of lower rank and humbler names. +Then compassed by a white-robed throng +Of Brahmans, heralded with song, +With shouts of joy from countless throats, +And shells' and tambours' mingled notes, +And drums resounding long and loud, +Exulting Bharat joined the crowd. +Still on his head, well-trained in lore +Of duty, Rama's shoes he bore. +The moon-white canopy was spread +With flowery twine engarlanded, +And jewelled cheuries, meet to hold +O'er Rama's brow, shone bright with gold, +Though Nandigrama's town they neared, +Of Rama yet no sign appeared. +Then Bharat called the Vanar chief +And questioned thus in doubt and grief: +“Hast thou uncertain, like thy kind, +A sweet delusive guile designed? +Where, where is royal Rama? show +The hero, victor of the foe. +I gaze, but see no Vanars still +Who wear each varied shape at will.” +In eager love thus Bharat cried, +And thus the Wind-God's son replied: +“Look, Bharat, on those laden trees +That murmur with the song of bees; +For Rama's sake the saint has made +Untimely fruits, unwonted shade. +Such power in ages long ago +Could Indra's gracious boon bestow. +O, hear the Vanars' voices, hear +The shouting which proclaims them near. +E'en now about to cross they seem +Sweet Gomatí's delightful stream. +I see, I see the car designed +By Brahma's own creative mind, +The car which, radiant as the moon, +Moves at the will by Brahma's boon; +The car which once was Ravan's pride, +The victor's spoil when Ravan died. +Look, there are Raghu's sons: between +The brothers stands the rescued queen. +There is Vibhishan full in view, +Sugríva and his retinue.” +He ceased: then rapture loosed each tongue: +From men and dames, from old and young, +One long, one universal cry, +'Tis he, 'tis Rama, smote the sky. +All lighted down with eager speed +From elephant and car and steed, +And every joyful eye intent +On Rama's moonbright face was bent. +Entranced a moment Bharat gazed: +Then reverential hands he raised, +And on his brother humbly pressed +The honours due to welcome guest. +Then Bharat clomb the car to greet +His king and bowed him at his feet, +Till Rama raised him face to face +And held him in a close embrace. +Then Lakshman and the Maithil dame +He greeted as he spoke his name1026 +He greeted next, supreme in place, +The sovereign of the Vanar race, +And Jambavan and Bali's son, +[pg 504] +And lords and chiefs, omitting none.1027 +Sugríva to his heart he pressed +And thus with grateful words addressed: +“Four brothers, Vanar king, were we, +And now we boast a fifth in thee. +By kindly acts a friend we know: +Offence and wrong proclaim the foe.” +To King Vibhishan then he spake: +“Well hast thou fought for Rama's sake.” +Nor was the brave Śatrughna slow +His reverential love to show +To both his brothers, as was meet, +And venerate the lady's feet. +Then Rama to his mother came, +Saw her pale cheek and wasted frame, +With gentle words her heart consoled, +And clasped her feet with loving hold. +Then at Sumitra's feet he bent, +And fair Kaikeyí's, reverent, +Greeted each dame from chief to least, +And bowed him to the household priest. +Up rose a shout from all the throng: +“O welcome, Rama, mourned so long. +Welcome, Kausalya's joy and pride,” +Ten hundred thousand voices cried. +Then Bharat placed, in duty taught, +On Rama's feet the shoes he brought: +“My King,” he cried, “receive again +The pledge preserved through years of pain, +The rule and lordship of the land +Entrusted to my weaker hand. +No more I sigh o'er sorrows past, +My birth and life are blest at last +In the glad sight this day has shown, +When Rama comes to rule his own.” +He ceased: the faithful love that moved +The prince's soul each heart approved; +Nor could the Vanar chiefs refrain +From tender tears that fell like rain. +Then Rama, stirred with joy anew, +His arms about his brother threw, +And to the grove his course he bent +Where Bharat's hermit days were spent. +Alighting in that pure retreat +He pressed the earth with eager feet. +Then, at his hest, the car rose high +And sailing through the northern sky +Sped homeward to the Lord of Gold +Who owned the wondrous prize of old.1028 +Canto CXXX. The Consecration. +Then, reverent hand to hand applied, +Thus Bharat to his brother cried: +“Thy realm, O King, is now restored, +Uninjured to the rightful lord. +This feeble arm with toil and pain, +The weighty charge could scarce sustain. +And the great burthen wellnigh broke +The neck untrained to bear the yoke. +The royal swan outspeeds the crow: +The steed is swift, the mule is slow, +Nor can my feeble feet be led +O'er the rough ways where thine should tread. +Now grant what all thy subjects ask: +Begin, O King, thy royal task. +Now let our longing eyes behold +The glorious rite ordained of old, +And on the new-found monarch's head +Let consecrating drops be shed.” +He ceased; victorious Rama bent +His head in token of assent. +He sat, and tonsors trimmed with care +His tangles of neglected hair +Then, duly bathed, the hero shone +With all his splendid raiment on. +And Síta with the matrons' aid +Her limbs in shining robes arrayed, +Sumantra then, the charioteer, +Drew, ordered by Śatrughna near, +And stayed within the hermit grove +The chariot and the steeds he drove. +Therein Sugríva's consorts, graced +With gems, and Rama's queen were placed, +All fain Ayodhya to behold: +And swift away the chariot rolled. +Like Indra Lord of Thousand Eyes, +Drawn by fleet lions through the skies. +Thus radiant in his glory showed +King Rama as he homeward rode, +In power and might unparalleled. +The reins the hand of Bharat held. +Above the peerless victor's head +The snow-white shade Śatrughna spread, +And Lakshman's ever-ready hand +His forehead with a chourie fanned. +Vibhishan close to Lakshman's side +Sharing his task a chourie plied. +Sugríva on Śatrunjay came, +An elephant of hugest frame: +Nine thousand others bore, behind, +The chieftains of the Vanar kind +All gay, in forms of human mould, +With rich attire and gems and gold. +[pg 505] +Thus borne along in royal state +King Rama reached Ayodbya's gate +With merry noise of shells and drums +And joyful shouts, He comes, he comes, +A Brahman host with solemn tread, +And kine the long procession led, +And happy maids in ordered bands +Threw grain and gold with liberal hands. +Neath gorgeous flags that waved in rows +On towers and roofs and porticoes. +Mid merry crowds who sang and cheered +The palace of the king they neared. +Then Raghu's son to Bharat, best +Of duty's slaves, these words addressed: +“Pass onward to the monarch's hall. +The high-souled Vanars with thee call, +And let the chieftains, as is meet, +The widows of our father greet. +And to the Vanar king assign +Those chambers, best of all, which shine +With lazulite and pearl inlaid, +And pleasant grounds with flowers and shade.” +He ceased: and Bharat bent his head; +Sugríva by the hand he led +And passed within the palace where +Stood couches which Śatrughna's care, +With robes and hangings richly dyed, +And burning lamps, had seen supplied. +Then Bharat spake: “I pray thee, friend, +Thy speedy messengers to send, +Each sacred requisite to bring +That we may consecrate our king.” +Sugríva raised four urns of gold, +The water for the rite to hold, +And bade four swiftest Vanars flee +And fill them from each distant sea. +Then east and west and south and north +The Vanar envoys hastened forth. +Each in swift flight an ocean sought +And back through air his treasure brought, +And full five hundred floods beside +Pure water for the king supplied. +Then girt by many a Brahman sage, +Vaśishṭha, chief for reverend age, +High on a throne with jewels graced +King Rama and his Síta placed. +There by Jabali, far revered, +Vijay and Kaśyap's son appeared; +By Gautam's side Katvayan stood, +And Vamadeva wise and good, +Whose holy hands in order shed +The pure sweet drops on Rama's head. +Then priests and maids and warriors, all +Approaching at Vaśishṭha's call, +With sacred drops bedewed their king, +The centre of a joyous ring, +The guardians of the worlds, on high, +And all the children of the sky +From herbs wherewith their hands were filled +Rare juices on his brow distilled. +His brows were bound with glistering gold +Which Manu's self had worn of old, +Bright with the flash of many a gem +His sire's ancestral diadem. +Śatrughna lent his willing aid +And o'er him held the regal shade: +The monarchs whom his arm had saved +The chouries round his forehead waved. +A golden chain, that flashed and glowed +With gems the God of Wind bestowed: +Mahendra gave a glorious string +Of fairest pearls to deck the king, +The skies with acclamation rang, +The gay nymphs danced, the minstrels sang. +On that blest day the joyful plain +Was clothed anew with golden grain. +The trees the witching influence knew, +And bent with fruits of loveliest hue, +And Rama's consecration lent +New sweetness to each flowret's scent. +The monarch, joy of Raghu's line, +Gave largess to the Brahmans, kine +And steeds unnumbered, wealth untold +Of robes and pearls and gems and gold. +A jewelled chain, whose lustre passed +The glory of the sun, he cast +About his friend Sugríva's neck; +And, Angad Bali's son to deck, +He gave a pair of armlets bright +With diamond and lazulite. +A string of pearls of matchless hue +Which gleams like tender moonlight threw +Adorned with gems of brightest sheen, +He gave to grace his darling queen. +The offering from his hand received +A moment on her bosom heaved; +Then from her neck the chain she drew, +A glance on all the Vanars threw, +And wistful eyes on Rama bent +As still she held the ornament. +Her wish he knew, and made reply +To that mute question of her eye: +“Yea, love; the chain on him bestow +Whose wisdom truth and might we know, +The firm ally, the faithful friend +Through toil and peril to the end.” +Then on Hanúman's bosom hung +The chain which Síta's hand had flung: +So may a cloud, when winds are still +With moon-lit silver gird a hill. +To every Vanar Rama gave +Rich treasures from the mine and wave. +And with their honours well content +Homeward their steps the chieftains bent. +Ten thousand years Ayodhya, blest +With Rama's rule, had peace and rest, +No widow mourned her murdered mate, +No house was ever desolate. +The happy land no murrain knew, +The flocks and herds increased and grew. +[pg 506] +The earth her kindly fruits supplied, +No harvest failed, no children died. +Unknown were want, disease, and crime: +So calm, so happy was the time.1029