Year: 2014

contined from vol 8 issue 43

Tlironging men and wailing women wept for Rama good and kind: “Draw the reins,
benign Sumantra, slowly drive the royal car, We would once more see our Rama,
banished Iong and banished far, Iron-hearted is Kausalya from her Rama thus to part, Rends it not her mother’s bosom thus to see her son depart? True is righteous -hearted Sita cleaving to her husband still,
As the ever present sunlight cleaves to Meru’s golden hill,
Faithful and heroic Lakshman! thou hast by thy brother stood, And in duty still unchanging thou hast sought the pathless wood, Fixed in purpose, true in valour, mighty boon to thee is given,
And the narrow path thou choosest is the righteous path to heaven!”
Thus they spake in tears and anguish as they followed him apace, And their eyes were fixed on Rama, pride of Raghu’s royal race, Meanwhile ancient Dasa-ratha from his palace chamber came,
With each weeping queen and consort, with each woe-distracted dame! And around the aged monarch rose the piercing voice of pain, Like the wail of forest creatures when the forest-king is slain,
And the faint and feeble monarch was with age and anguish pale, Like the darkened moon at eclipse when his light and radiance fail! Rama saw his ancient father with a faltering footstep go,
Used to royal pomp and splendour, stricken now by age and woe,
Saw his mother faint and feeble to the speeding chariot hie, As the mother-cow returneth to her young that loiters by,
Still she hastened to the chariot, “Rama! Rama!” was her cry, And a throb was in her bosom and a tear was in her eye! “Speed, Sumantra,” uttered Rama, “from this torture let me part.
Speed, my friend, this sight of sadness breaks a much-enduring heart, Heed not Dasa-ratha’s mandate, stop not for the royal train, Parting slow is lengthened sorrow like the sinner’s lengthened pain!”
Sad Sumantra urged the coursers and the rapid chariot flew, And the royal chiefs and courtiers round their fainting monarch drew, And they spake to Dasa-ratha: “Follow not thy banished son,
He whom thou wouldst keep beside thee comes not till his task is done!” Dasa-ratha, faint and feeble, listened to these words of pain, Stood and saw his son departing,–saw him not on earth again!

THE CITIZENS’ RETURN

Evening’s thickening shades descended on Tamasa’s distant shore, Rama rested by the river, day of toilsome journey o’er, And Ayodhya’s loving people by the limpid river lay, Sad and sorrowing they had followed Rama’s chariot through the day, “Soft-eyed Sita, faithful Lakshman,”
thus the gentle Rama said, “Hail the first night of our exile mantling us in welcome shade, Weeps the lone and voiceless forest, and in darksome lair and nest, Feathered bird and forest creature seek their midnight’s wonted rest, Weeps methinks our fair Ayodhya to her Rama ever dear,
And perchance her men and women shed for us a silent tear, Loyal men and faithful women, they have loved their ancient king, And his anguish and our exile will their gentle bosoms wring! Most I sorrow for my father and my mother loved and lost, Stricken by untimely anguish, by a cruel fortune crost,
But the good and righteous Bharat gently will my parents tend, And with fond and filial duty tender consolation lend, Well I know his stainless bosom and his virtues rare and high,
He will soothe our parents’ sorrow and their trickling tear will dry! Faithful Lakshman, thou hast nobly stood by us when sorrows fell, Guard my Sits, by thy valour, by thy virtues tend her well,
Wait on her while from this river Rama seeks his thirst to slake, On this first night of his exile food nor fruit shall Rama take, Thou Sumantra, tend the horses, darkness comes with close of day,
Weary was the endless journey, weary is our onward way!” Store of grass and welcome fodder to the steeds the driver gave, Gave them rest and gave them water from Tamasa’s limpid wave,
And performing night’s devotions, for the princes made their bed, By the softly rippling river ‘neath the tree’s umbrageous shade. On a bed of leaf and verdure Rama and his Sita slept, Faithful Lakshman with Sumantra nightly watch and vigils kept, And the stars their silent lustre on the weary exiles shed,
And on wood and rolling river night her darksome mantle spread. Early woke the righteous Rama and to watchful Lakshman spake: Mark the slumb’ring city people, still their nightly rest they take,
They have left their homes and children, followed us with loyal heart, They would take us to Ayodhya, from their princes loth to part! Speed, my brother, for the people wake not till the morning’s star,
Speed by night the silent chariot, we may travel fast and far, So my true and loving people see us not by dawn of day, Follow not through wood and jungle Rama in his onward way,
For a monarch meek in suffering should his burden bravely bear, And his true and faithful people may not ask his woe to share!” Lakshman heard the gentle mandate, and Sumantra yoked the steed, Fresh with rest and grateful fodder, matchless in their wondrous speed, Rama with his gentle consort and with Lakshman true and brave, Crossed beneath the silent starlight dark Tamasa’s limpid wave.
On the farther bank a pathway, fair to view and far and wide, Stretching onwards to the forests spanned the spacious country-side, “Leave the broad and open pathway,” so the gentle Rama said,
“Follow yet a track diverging, so the people be misled. Then returning to the pathway we shall march ere break of day, So our true and faithful people shall not know our southward way.”
Wise Sumantra hastened northward, then returning to the road, By his master and his consort and the valiant Lakshman stood, Raghu’s sons and gentle Sita mounted on the stately car, And Sumantra drove the coursers travelling fast and travelling far. Morning dawned, the waking people by Tamasa’s limpid wave,

TO BE CONTINUED