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Book Iii. Canto Xxxix. M'ar'icha's Speech

Canto Xxxix.: Mrcha'S Speech.

'I told thee of that dreadful day

When Rma smote and spared to slay.

Now hear me, Rvan, while I tell

What in the after time befell.

At length, restored to strength and pride,

I and two mighty fiends beside

Assumed the forms of deer and strayed

Through Dandak wood in lawn and glade,

I reared terrific horns: beneath

Were flaming tongue and pointed teeth.

I roamed where'er my fancy led,

And on the flesh of hermits fed,

In sacred haunt, by hallowed tree,

Where'er the ritual fires might be.

A fearful shape, I wandered through

The wood, and many a hermit slew.

With ruthless rage the saints I killed

Who in the grove their tasks fulfilled.

When smitten to the earth they sank,

Their flesh I ate, their blood I drank,

And with my cruel deeds dismayed

All dwellers in the forest shade,

Spoiling their rites in bitter hate,

With human blood inebriate.

Once in the wood I chanced to see

Rma again, a devotee,

A hermit, fed on scanty fare,

Who made the good of all his care.

His noble wife was by his side,

And Lakshman in the battle tried.

In senseless pride I scorned the might

Of that illustrious anchorite,

And heedless of a hermit foe,

Recalled my earlier overthow.

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charged him in my rage and scorn

To slay him with my pointed horn,

In heedless haste, to fury wrought

As on my former wounds I thought.

Then from the mighty bow he drew

Three foe-destroying arrows flew,

Keen-pointed, leaping from the string:

Swift as the wind or feathered king.

Dire shafts, on flesh of foemen fed,

Like rushing thunderbolts they sped.

With knots well smoothed and barbs well bent,

Shot e'en as one, the arrows went.

But I who Rma's might had felt,

And knew the blows the hero dealt,

Escaped by rapid flight. The two

Who lingered on the spot, he slew.

I fled from mortal danger, freed

From the dire shaft by timely speed.

Now to deep thought my days I give,

And as a humble hermit live.

In every shrub, in every tree

I view that noblest devotee.

In every knotted trunk I mark

His deerskin and his coat of bark,

And see the bow-armed Rma stand

Like Yama with his noose in hand.

I tell thee Rvan, in my fright

A thousand Rmas mock my sight,

This wood with every bush and bough

Seems all one fearful Rma now.

Throughout the grove there is no spot

So lonely where I see him not.

He haunts me in my dreams by night,

And wakes me with the wild affright.

The letter that begins his name

Sends terror through my startled frame.

The rapid cars whereon we ride,

The rich rare jewels, once my pride,

Have names 1 that strike upon mine ear

With hated sound that counsels fear.

His mighty strength too well I know,

Nor art thou match for such a foe.

Too strong were Raghus's son in fight

For Namu*chi or Bali's might.

Then Rma to the battle dare,

Or else be patient and forbear;

But, wouldst thou see me live in peace,

Let mention of the hero cease.

The good whose holy lives were spent

In deepest thought, most innocent.

With all their people many a time

Have perished through another's crime.

So in the common ruin, I

Must for another's folly die,

Do all thy strength and courage can.

But ne'er will I approve the plan.

For he, in might supremely great,

The giant world could extirpate,

Since, when impetuous Khara sought

The grove of Janasthn and fought

For Srpanakh's sake, he died

By Rma's hand in battle tried.

How has he wronged thee? Soothly swear,

And Rma's fault and sin declare.

I warn thee, and my words are wise,

I seek thy people's weal:

But if this rede thou wilt despise.

Nor hear my last appeal,

Thou with thy kin and all thy friends

In fight this day wilt die,

When his great bow the hero bends,

And shafts unerring fly.'

Footnotes

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The Sanskrit words for car and jewels begin with "ra".
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