contined from vol 8 issue 30
And as VISHNU with his consort dwells in skies, alone, apart, Rama in a sweet communion lived in Sita’s loving heart!
THE COUNCIL CONVENED
Thus the young and brave Satrughna,
Bharat ever true and bold,
Went to warlike western regions where Kaikeyas lived of old,
Where the ancient Aswa-pati ruled his kingdom broad and fair,
Hailed the sons of Dasa-ratha with a grandsire’s loving care.
Tended with a fond affection, guarded with a gentle sway,
Stillthe princes of their father dreamt and thought by night and day,
And their father in Ayodhya, great of heart and stout of hand,
Thought of Bharat and Satrughna living in Kaikeya’s land.
For his great and gallant princes were to him his life and light,
Were a part of Dasa-ratha like his hands and arms of might, But of all his righteous children righteous Rama won his heart, As SWAYABIBHU of all creatures, was his dearest, holiest part,
For his Rama strong and stately was his eldest and his best,
Void of every baser passion and with every virtue blest! Soft in speech, sedate and peaceful,
seeking still the holy path, Calm in conscious worth and valour,
taunt nor cavil waked his wrath, In the field of war excelling,
boldest warrior midst the bold,
In the palace chambers musing on the tales by elders told, Faithful to the wise and learned,
truthful in his deed and word,
Rama dearly loved his people and his people loved their lord! To the Brahmans pure and holy Rama due obeisance made,
To the poor and to the helpless deeper love and honour paid, Spirit of his race and nation was to highsouled Rama given,
Thoughtsthat widen human glory, deeds that ope the gates of heaven Not intent on idle cavil Rama spake with purpose high,
And the God of speech might envy when he spake or made reply,
In the learning of the Vedas highest meed and glory won,
In the skill of arms the father scarcely matched the gallant son!
Taught by sages and by elders in the manners of his race, Rama,
grew in social virtues and each soft endearing grace,
Taught by inborn pride and wisdom patient purpose to conceal,
Deep determined was his effort,
dauntless was his silent will! Peerless in his skill and valour steed and elephant to tame, Dauntless leader of his forces, matchless in his warlike fame,
Higher thought and nobler duty did the righteous Rama move,
By his toil and by his virtues still he sought his people’s love Dasa-ratha marked his Rama with each kingly virtue blest,
And from lifelong royal duties now he sought repose and rest: “Shall I see my son anointed, seated on Kosala’s throne,
In the evening of my lifetime ere my days on earth be done, Shall I place my ancient empire in the youthful Rama’s care,
Seek for me a higher duty and prepare for life more fair?” Pondering thus within his bosom counsel from his courtiers sought, And to crown his Rama, Regent,
was his purpose and his thought, For strange signs and diverse tokens now appeared on earth and sky,
And his failing strength and vigour spoke his end approaching nigh,
And he witnessed Rama’s virtues filling all the world with love,
As the full-moon’s radiant lustre fills the earth from skies above! Dear to him appeared his purpose,
Rama to his people dear,
Private wish and public duty made his path serene and clear,
Dasa-ratha called his Council, summoned chiefs from town and plain.
Welcomed too from distant regions monarchs and the kings of men,
Mansions meet for prince andchieftain to his guests the monarch gave,
Gracious as the Lord of Creatures held the gathering rich and brave!
Nathless to Kosala’s Council nor Videha’s monarch came, Nor the warlike chief Kaikeya,
Aswa-pati king of fame, To those kings and near relations, ancient Dasa-ratha meant,
Message of the proud anointment with his greetings would be sent.
Brightly dawned the day of gathering; in the lofty Council Hall Stately chiefs and ancient burghers came and mustered one and all,
And each prince and peer was seated on his cushion rich and high,
And on monarch Dasa-ratha eager turned his anxious eye, Girt by crownéd kings and chieftains,
burghers from the town and plain, Dasa-ratha shone like INDRA girt by heaven’s immortal train!
THE PEOPLE CONSULTED
With the voice of pealing thunder Dasaratha spake to all,
To the princes and the burghers gathered in Ayodhya’s hall: “Known to all,
the race of Raghu rules this empire broad and fair,
And hath ever loved and cherished subjects with a father’s care,
Tn my fathers’ footsteps treading I have sought the ancient path,
Nursed my people as my children, free from passion, pride and wrath,
Underneath this white umbrella, seated on this royal throne,
I have toiled to win their welfare and my task is almost done!
Years have passed of fruitful labour,
years of work by fortune blest,
And the evening of my lifetime needs,
my friends, the evening’s rest, Years have passed in watchful effort,
Law and Duty to uphold, Effort needing strength and prowess-and my feeble limbs are old!
Peers and burghers, let your monarch, now his lifelong labour done,
For the weal of lovinor subjects on his empire seat his son,
INDRA-like in peerless valour, rishi-like in holy lore, Rama follows Dasa-ratha,
but in virtues stands before!
Throned in Pushya’s constellation shines the moon with fuller light Throned to rule his father’s empire Rama wins a loftier might, He will be your gracious monarch favoured well by FORTUNE’S QUEEN,
By his virtue and his valour lord of earth he might have been!
Speak your thoughts and from this bosom lift a load of toil and care,
On the proud throne of my fathers let me place a peerless heir,
Speak your thought, my chiefs and people,
if this purpose please you well, Or if wiser,
better counsel in your wisdom ye can tell, Speak your thoughts without compulsion,
though this plan to me be dear,
TO BE CONTINUED