Book Vi. Canto Cxxv. The Return
Canto Cxxv.: The Return.
Then Rma, speeding through the skies,
Bent on the earth his eager eyes:
'Look, St, see, divinely planned
And built by Vis'vakarm's hand,
Lank the lovely city rest
Enthroned on Mount Trikta's crest
Behold those fields, ensanguined yet,
Where Vnar hosts and giants met.
There, vainly screened by charm and spell,
The robber Rvan fought and fell.
There knelt Mandodari 1 and shed
Her tears in floods for Rvan dead.
And every dame who loved him sent
From her sad heart her wild lament.
There gleams the margin of the deep,
Where, worn with toil, we sank to sleep.
Look, love, the unconquered sea behold,
King Varun's home ordained of old,
Whose boundless waters roar and swell
Rich with their store of pearl and shell.
O see, the morning sun is bright
On fair Hiranyanbha's 1b height,
Who rose from Ocean's sheltering breast
That Hanumn might stay and rest.
There stretches, famed for evermore,
The wondrous bridge from shore to shore.
The worlds, to life's remotest day.
Due reverence to the work shall pay,
Which holier for the laps of time
Shall give release from sin and crime.
Now thither bend, dear love, thine eyes
Where green with groves Kishkindh lies,
The seat of King Sugrva's reign,
Where Bli by this hand was slain. 2b
There Rshyamka's hill behold
Bright gleaming with embedded gold.
There too my wandering foot I set,
There King Sugrva first I met.
And, where yon trees their branches wave,
My promise of assistance gave.
There, flushed with lilies, Pamp shines
With banks which greenest foliage lines,
Where melancholy steps I bent
And mourned thee with a mad lament.
There fierce Kabandha, spreading wide
His giant arms, in battle died.
Turn, St, turn thine eyes and see
In Janasthn that glorious tree:
There Rvan, lord of giants slew
Our friend Jatyas brave and true,
Thy champion in the hopless* strife,
Who gave for thee his noble life.
Now mark that glade amid the trees
Where once we lived as devotees.
See, see our leafy cot between
Those waving boughs of densest green,
Where Rvan seized his prize and stole
My love the darling of my soul.
O, look again: beneath thee gleams
Godvari the best of streams,
Whose lucid waters sweetly glide
By lilies that adorn her side.
There dwelt Agastya, holy sage,
In plantain-sheltered hermitage.
See S'arabhanga's humble shed
p. 503
Which sovereign Indra visited.
See where the gentle hermits dwell
Neath Atri's rule who loved us well;
Where once thine eyes were blest to see
His sainted dame who talked with thee.
Now rest thine eyes with new delight
On Chitrakta's woody height,
See Jumna flashing in the sun
Through groves of brilliant foliage run.
Screened by the shade of spreading boughs
There Bharadvja keeps his vows,
There Gang, river of the skies,
Bolls the sweet wave that purifies,
There S'ringavera's towers ascend
Where Guha reigns, mine ancient friend.
I see, I see thy glittering spires,
Ayodhy, city of my sires.
Bow down, bow down thy head, my sweet,
Our home, our long-lost home to greet.'
Footnotes
502:1 Ravan's queen.
502:1b Or Mainka.
502:2b Here, in the North-west recension, St expresses a wish that Tar and the wives of the Vnar chiefs should be invited to accompany her to Ajodhy. The car descends, and the Vnar matrons are added to the party. The Bengal recension ignores this palpable interruption.
Then Rma, speeding through the skies,
Bent on the earth his eager eyes:
'Look, St, see, divinely planned
And built by Vis'vakarm's hand,
Lank the lovely city rest
Enthroned on Mount Trikta's crest
Behold those fields, ensanguined yet,
Where Vnar hosts and giants met.
There, vainly screened by charm and spell,
The robber Rvan fought and fell.
There knelt Mandodari 1 and shed
Her tears in floods for Rvan dead.
And every dame who loved him sent
From her sad heart her wild lament.
There gleams the margin of the deep,
Where, worn with toil, we sank to sleep.
Look, love, the unconquered sea behold,
King Varun's home ordained of old,
Whose boundless waters roar and swell
Rich with their store of pearl and shell.
O see, the morning sun is bright
On fair Hiranyanbha's 1b height,
Who rose from Ocean's sheltering breast
That Hanumn might stay and rest.
There stretches, famed for evermore,
The wondrous bridge from shore to shore.
The worlds, to life's remotest day.
Due reverence to the work shall pay,
Which holier for the laps of time
Shall give release from sin and crime.
Now thither bend, dear love, thine eyes
Where green with groves Kishkindh lies,
The seat of King Sugrva's reign,
Where Bli by this hand was slain. 2b
There Rshyamka's hill behold
Bright gleaming with embedded gold.
There too my wandering foot I set,
There King Sugrva first I met.
And, where yon trees their branches wave,
My promise of assistance gave.
There, flushed with lilies, Pamp shines
With banks which greenest foliage lines,
Where melancholy steps I bent
And mourned thee with a mad lament.
There fierce Kabandha, spreading wide
His giant arms, in battle died.
Turn, St, turn thine eyes and see
In Janasthn that glorious tree:
There Rvan, lord of giants slew
Our friend Jatyas brave and true,
Thy champion in the hopless* strife,
Who gave for thee his noble life.
Now mark that glade amid the trees
Where once we lived as devotees.
See, see our leafy cot between
Those waving boughs of densest green,
Where Rvan seized his prize and stole
My love the darling of my soul.
O, look again: beneath thee gleams
Godvari the best of streams,
Whose lucid waters sweetly glide
By lilies that adorn her side.
There dwelt Agastya, holy sage,
In plantain-sheltered hermitage.
See S'arabhanga's humble shed
p. 503
Which sovereign Indra visited.
See where the gentle hermits dwell
Neath Atri's rule who loved us well;
Where once thine eyes were blest to see
His sainted dame who talked with thee.
Now rest thine eyes with new delight
On Chitrakta's woody height,
See Jumna flashing in the sun
Through groves of brilliant foliage run.
Screened by the shade of spreading boughs
There Bharadvja keeps his vows,
There Gang, river of the skies,
Bolls the sweet wave that purifies,
There S'ringavera's towers ascend
Where Guha reigns, mine ancient friend.
I see, I see thy glittering spires,
Ayodhy, city of my sires.
Bow down, bow down thy head, my sweet,
Our home, our long-lost home to greet.'
Footnotes
502:1 Ravan's queen.
502:1b Or Mainka.
502:2b Here, in the North-west recension, St expresses a wish that Tar and the wives of the Vnar chiefs should be invited to accompany her to Ajodhy. The car descends, and the Vnar matrons are added to the party. The Bengal recension ignores this palpable interruption.
