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Book Iv. Canto Lix. Sampati's Story

Canto Lix.: Sampati'S Story.


They heard his counsel to the close,

Then swiftly to their feet they rose;

And Jambavan with joyous breast

The vulture king again addressed:

"Where, where is St? who has seen,

Who borne away the Maithil queen?

Who would the lightning flight withstand

Of arrows shot by Lakshman's hand"

Again Sampti spoke to cheer

The Vnars as they bent to hear:

'Now listen, and my words shall show

What of the Maithil dame I know,

And in what distant prison lies

The lady of the long dark eyes.

Scorched by the fiery God of Day,

High on this mighty hill I lay.

A long and weary time had passed,

And strength and life were failing fast.

Yet, ere the breath had left my frame,

My son, my dear Suprs'va, came.

Each morn and eve he brought me food,

And filial care my life renewed.

But serpents still are swift to ire.

Gandbarvas slaves to soft desire.

And we, imperial vultures, need

A full supply our maws to feed.

Once he turned at close of day,

Stood by my side, but brought no prey.

He looked upon my ravenous eye,

Heard my complaint and made reply:

'Borne on swift wings ere day was light

I stood upon Mahendra's 1b height,

And, far below, the sea I viewed

And birds in countless multitude.

Before mine eyes a giant flew

Whose monstrous form was dark of hue

And struggling in his grasp was borne

A lady radiant as the morn.

Swift to the south his course he bent,

And cleft the yielding element.

The holy spirits of the air

Came round me as I marvelled there,

And cried as their bright legions met:

'O say, is St living yet?'

Thus cried the saints and told the name

Of him who held the struggling dame.

Then while mine eye with eager look

Pursued the path the robber took,

I marked the lady's streaming hair,

And heard her cry of wild despair.

I saw her silken vesture rent

And stripped of every ornament,

Thus, O my father, fled the time:

Forgive, I pray, the heedless crime.'

In vain the mournful tale I heard

My pitying heart to fury stirred.

What could a helpless bird of air,

Reft of his boasted pinions, dare?

Yet can I aid with all that will

And words can do, and friendly skill.'

Footnotes

388:1
Garuda, son of Vinat, the sovereign of the birds.

388:2
\"The well winged one," Garuda.

388:3 The God of the sea.

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