{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry101.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry101.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry101.htm","text":"Thus Rama to his brother said;\n And Laksbnmn bent his drooping head.\n In turns by grief and pride impelled,\n A middle course of thought he held,\n Then in a frown of anger, bent\n His brows that chief most excellent,\n And like a serpent in his hole,\n Breathed fierce and fast in wrath of soul.\n His threatening brows so darkly frowned,\n His eyes so fiercely glanced around,\n They made his glare, which none might brook,\n Like some infuriate lion's look.\n Like some wild elephant, full oft\n He raised and shook his hand \u00a01 aloft.\n Now turned his neck to left and right\n Now bent, now raised its stately height.\n Now in his rage that sword he felt\n Which mangling wounds to foemen dealt,\n With sidelong glance his brother eyed,\n And thus in burning words replied:\n 'Thy rash resolve, thy eager haste,\n Thy mighty fear, are all misplaced:\n No room is here for duty's claim,\n No cause to dread the people's blame.\n Can one as brave as thou consent\n To use a coward's argument?\n The glory of the Warrior race\n With craven speech his lips debase?\n Can one like thee so falsely speak,\n Exalling Fate, confessed so weak?\n Canst thou, undoubting still restrain?\n Suspicions of those sinful twain?\n \n \n Canst thou, most duteous, fail to know\n Their hearts are set on duty's show?\n They with deceit have set their trains,\n And now the fruit rewards their pains,\n Had they not long ago agreed,\n O Rama, on this treacherous deed,\n That promised boon, so long retained,\n He erst had given and she had gained.\n I cannot, O my brother, bear\n To see another throned as heir\n With rites which all our people hate:\n Then, O, this passion tolerate.\n This vaunted duty which can guide\n Thy steps from wisdom's path aside,\n And change the counsel of thy breast,\n O lofty-hearted, I detest.\n Wilt thou, when power and might are thine,\n Submit to this abhorred design?\n Thy father's impious hest fulfil,\n That vassal of Kaikeyi's will?\n But if thou still wilt shut thine eyes,\n Nor see the guile herein that lies.\n My soul is sad, I deeply mourn.\n And duty seems a thing to scorn.\n Canst thou one moment think to please\n This pair who live for love and ease,\n And 'gainst thy peace, as foes, allied,\n With tenderest names their hatred hide\n Now if thy judgment still refers\n To Fate this plot of his and hers,\n My mind herein can ne'er agree:\n And O, in this be ruled by me.\n Weak, void of manly pride are they\n Who bend to Fate's imputed sway:\n The choicest souls, the nobly great\n Disdain to bow their heads to Fate.\n And he who dares his Fate control\n With vigorous act and manly soul,\n Though threatening Fate his hopes assail.\n Unmoved through all need never quail.\n This day mankind shall learn aright\n The power of Fate and human might,\n So shall the gulf that lies between\n A man and Fate be clearly seen.\n The might of Fate subdued by me\n This hour the citizens shall see,\n Who saw its intervention stay\n Thy consecrating rites to-day\n My power shall turn this Fate aside,\n That threatens, as, with furious stride,\n An elephant who scorns to feel,\n In rage unchecked, tne driver's steel.\n Not the great Lords whose sleepless might\n Protects the worlds, shall stay the rite\n Though earth, hell, heaven combine their powers:\n And shall we fear this sire of ours?\n Then if their minds are idly bent\n To doom thee, King, to banishment,\n Through twice seven years of exile they\n \n \n Shall In the lonely forest stay.\n I will consume the hopes that fire\n The queen Kaikey\u00ed and our sire,\n That to her son this check will bring\n Advantage, making Bharat king.\n The power of Fate will ne'er withstand\n The might that arms my vigorous hand;\n If danger and distress assail,\n My fearless strength will still prevail.\n A thousand circling years shall flee:\n The forest then thy home shall be,\n And thy good sons, succeeding, hold\n The empire which their sire controlled.\n The royal saints, of old who reigned,\n For aged kings this rest ordained:\n These to their sons their realm commit\n That they, like sires, may cherish it.\n O pious soul, if thou decline\n The empire which is justly thine,\n Lest, while the king distracted lies,\n Disorder in the state should rise,\n I,--or no mansion may I find\n In worlds to hero souls assigned,--\n The guardian of thy realm will be,\n As the sea-bank protects the sea.\n Then cast thine idle fears aside:\n With prosperous rites be sanctified.\n The lords of earth may strive in vain:\n My power shall all their force restrain.\n My pair of arms, my warrior's bow\n Are not for pride of empty show:\n For no support these shafts were made;\n And binding up ill suits my blade:\n To pierce the foe with deadly breach--\n This is the work of all and each.\n But small, methinks the love I show\n For him I count my mortal foe.\n Soon as my trenchant steel is bare,\n Flashing its lightning through the air,\n I heed no foe, nor stand aghast\n Though Indra's self the levin cast.\n Then shall the ways be hard to pass,\n Where chariots lie in ruinous mass;\n When elephant and man and steed\n Crushed in the murderous onslaught bleed,\n And legs and heads tall, heap on heap,\n Beneath my sword's tremendous sweep.\n Struck by my keen brand's trenchant blade,\n Thine enemies shall fall dismayed,\n Like towering mountains rent in twain,\n Or lightning clouds that burst in rain.\n When armed with brace and glove I stand,\n And take my trusty bow in hand,\n Who then shall vaunt his might? who dare\n Count him a man to meet me there?\n Then will I loose my shafts, and strike\n Man, elephant, and steed alike:\n At one shall many an arrow fly,\n And many a foe with one shall die.\n This day the world my power shall see,\n That none in arms can rival me:\n My strength the monarch shall abase,\n And set thee, lord, in lordliest place.\n These arms which breathe the sandal's\n \u00a0\u00a0 scent,\n Which golden bracelets ornament,\n These hands which precious gifts bestow,\n Which guard the friend and smite the foe,\n A nobler service shall assay,\n And fight in R\u00e1ma's cause to-day,\n The robbers of thy rights to stay.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Speak, brother, tell thy foeman's name\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Whom I, in conquering strife,\n \u00a0\u00a0 May strip of followers and fame,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of fortune, or of life.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Say, how may all this sea-girt land\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Be brought to own thy sway:\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thy faithful servant here I stand\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To listen and obey.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then strove the bride of Raghu's race\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sad Lakshman's heart to cheer,\n \u00a0\u00a0 While slowly down the hero's face,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Unchecked, there rolled a tear.\n \u00a0\u00a0 'The orders of my sire,' he cried,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 'My will shall ne'er oppose:\n \u00a0\u00a0 I follow still, whate'er betide,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The path which duty shows.'\n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 * * * * *\n \n \n \n \n121:1 The Sanskrit word hasta signifies both hand, and the trunk of the beast that bears between his eyes a serpent for a hand.'","title":"Book II: Canto XXIII.: Lakshman's Anger.","type":"page"}