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Book Iii. Canto Xlix. The Rape Of Sit'a

Canto Xlix.: The Rape Of Sit.


The Rkshas 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.

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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 Rma 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 Rvan 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 Budha 1 with ill-omened might

Steals Rohini'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 Rvan'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 Rma! 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 eider brother's will,

This fiend, who all disguises wears,

From Rma's side his darling tears.

Thou who couldst leave bliss, fortune, all,

Yea life itselt 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 Rma's arm ere long

A dreadful death for hideous wrong.

Ah, too successful in their ends

Are Queen Kaikey and her friends,

When virtuous Rma, dear to fame,

Is mourning for his ravished dame.

Ah me, ah me! a long farewell

To lawn and glade and forest dell

In Janasthn's wild region, where

The Cassia trees are bright and fair

With all your tongues to Rma say

That Rvan bears his wife away.

Farewell, a long farewell to thee,

O pleasant stream Godvari,

Whose rippling waves are ever stirred

By many a glad wild water bird!

All ye to Rma's ear relate

The giant's deed and St's fata.

O all ye Gods who love this ground

Where trees of every leaf abound,

Tell Rma 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 we to Rma's ear proclaim

That Rvan tears away his dame

Witn forceful arms--his darling wife,

Dearer to Rma 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

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With piteous voice her last lament,

And as she wept she chanced to see

The vulture on a lofty tree.

As Rvan 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,

Rvan 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 Rma's ear by thee be borne

How St from her home is torn,

And to the valiant Lakshman tell

The giant's deed and what befell.'

Footnotes

287:1
Mercury: to be carefully distinguished hum Buddha.
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