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Book Ii. Canto Xl. R'ama's Departure

Canto Xl.: Rma'S Departure.


Then Rma, St, Lakshman bent

At the king's feet, and sadly went

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Round him with slow steps reverent.

When Rma of the duteous heart

Had gained his sire's consent to part,

With St by his side he paid

Due reverence to the queen dismayed.

And Lakshman, with affection meet,

Bowed down and clasped his mother's feet.

Sumitr viewed him as he pressed

Her feet, and thus her son addressed:

'Neglect not Rma 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 Rma Das'aratha be,

Look upon St as on me,

And let the cot wherein you dwell

Be thine Ayodhy. Fare thee well."

Her blessing thus Sumitr gave

To him whose soul to Rma 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 Mtali his charioteer

Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear,

Sumantra, palm to palm applied,

In reverence trained, to Rma 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 Kaikey cries, Away."

Then St, best of womankind,

Ascended, with a tranquil mind,

Soon as her toilet task was done,

That chariot brilliant as the sun.

Rma and Lakshman true and bold

Sprang on the car adorned with gold.

The king those years had counted o'er,

And given St 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,

Ayodh 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 Rma 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 Rma go,

Nor feel it shattered by the blow.

St, 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 Ikshvku'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 Das'aratha'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,

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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 Rma's car arose,

Who saw their monarch fainting there

Beneath that grief too great to bear.

Then 'Rma, Rma!" with the cry

Of 'Ah, his mother!' sounded high,

As all the people wept aloud

Around the ladies' sorrowing crowd.

When Rma 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 Rma'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 St, Lakshman, O my child!'

'Stay,' cried the king, 'thy chariot stay:'

'On, on,' cried Rma, 'speed away.'

As one between two hosts, inclined

To neither was Sumantra's mind.

But Rma 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 Rma kept.

As swift away the horses sped,

His lords to Das'aratha 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. 1
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