Book Vi. Canto Xviii. R'ama's Speech Canto Xviii.: Rma 'S Speech. Then Rma'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: Sugrva bowed his headAnd pondered for a while, and said: 'Past number be his faults or few, What think ye of the Rkshas who, When threatening clouds of danger rise, Deserts his brother's side and flies? Say, Vnars, 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 Vnar chiefs, and while Upon his lips there played a smile, To Lakshman turned and thus expressedThe 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 Vnar lord. Yet here, methinks, for searching eyea 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, Vibhshan 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, Vnar 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, Vnar King, rehearse What Kandu 1 spoke in ancient verse, Saint Kanva's son who loved the truthAnd clave to virtue from his youth: 'Strike not the suppliant when he standsAnd 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, Vnar King, Vibhshan to my presence bring. Yea, were he Rvan's self, my vow Forbids me to reject him now.' He ceased: the Vnar king approved; And Rma toward Vibhshan moved. So moves, a brother God to greet, Lord Indra from his heavenly seat. p. 441Footnotes 440:1 In Book II. Canto XXI, Kandu is mentioned by Rma as an example of filial obedience. At the command of his father he is said to have killed a cow.
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