{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry104.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry104.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry104.htm","text":"So R\u00e1ma, to his purpose true,\n To Queen Kaus'aly\u00e1 bade adieu,\n Received the benison she gave,\n And to the path of duty clave.\n As through the crowded street he passed,\n A radiance on the way he cast,\n And each fair grace, by all approved,\n The bosoms of the people moved.\n \n \n Now of the woeful change no word\n The fair Videhan bride had heard;\n The thought of that imperial rite\n Still filled her bosom with delight.\n With grateful heart and joyful thought\n The Gods in worship she had sought,\n And, well in royal duties learned,\n Sat longing till her lord returned,\n Not all unmarked by grief and shame\n Within his sumptuous home he came,\n And hurried through the happy crowd\n With eye dejected, gloomy-browed.\n Up Sit\u00e1 sprang, and every limb\n Trembled with fear at sight of him.\n She marked that cheek where anguish fed,\n Those senses care-disquieted.\n For, when he looked on her, no more\n Could his heart hide the load it bore,\n Nor could the pious chief control\n The paleness o'er his cheek that stole.\n His altered cheer, his brow bedewed\n With clammy drops, his grief she viewed,\n And cried, consumed with fires of woe.\n 'What, O my lord, has changed thee so?\n \n \n Vrihaspati looks down benign,\n And the moon rests in Pushya's sign,\n As Br\u00e1hmans sage this day declare:\n Then whence, my lord, this grief and care?\n Why does no canopy, like foam\n For its white beauty, shade thee home,\n Its hundred ribs spread wide to throw\n Splendour on thy fair head below?\n Where are the royal fans, to grace\n The lotus beauty of thy face,\n Fair as the moon or wild-swan's wing,\n And waving round the new-made king?\n Why do no sweet-toned bards rejoice\n To hail thee with triumphant voice?\n No tuneful heralds love to raise\n Loud music in their monarch's praise?\n Why do no Br\u00e1hmans, Scripture-read,\n Pour curds and honey on thy head,\n Anointed, as the laws ordain,\n With holy rites, supreme to reign?\n Where are the chiefs of every guild?\n Where are the myriads should have filled\n The streets, and followed home their king\n With merry noise and triumphing?\n Why does no gold-wrought chariot lead\n With four brave horses, best for speed?\n No elephant precede the crowd\n Like a huge hill or thunder cloud,\n Marked from his birth for happy fate,\n Whom signs auspicious decorate?\n Why does no henchman, young and fair,\n Precede thee, and delight to bear\n Entrusted to his reverent hold\n The burthen of thy throne of gold?\n Why, if the consecrating rite\n Be ready, why this mournful plight?\n Why do I see this sudden change,\n This altered mien so sad and strange?'\n \n \n To her, as thus she weeping cried,\n Raghu's illustrious son replied:\n \n \n 'S\u00edt\u00e1, my honoured sire's decree\n Commands me to the woods to flee.\n O high-born lady, nobly bred\n In the good paths thy footsteps tread,\n Hear, Janak's daughter, while I tell\n The story as it all befell.\n Of old my father true and brave\n Two boons to Queen Kaikey\u00ed gave.\n Through these the preparations made\n For me today by her are stayed,\n For he is bound to disallow\n This promise by that earlier vow.\n In Dandak forest wild and vast\n Must fourteen years by me be passed.\n My father's will makes Bharat heir,\n The kingdom and the throne to share.\n Now, ere the lonely wild I seek,\n I come once more with thee to speak.\n In Bharat's presence, O my dame,\n Ne'er speak with pride of R\u00e1ma's name:\n Another's eulogy to hear\n Is hateful to a monarch's ear.\n Thou must with love his rule obey\n To whom my father yields the sway.\n With love and sweet observance learn\n His grace, and more the king's, to earn.\n Now, that my father may not break\n The words of promise that he spake,\n To the drear wood my steps are bent:\n Be firm, good S\u00edt\u00e1, and content.\n Through all that time, my blameless spouse,\n Keep well thy fasts and holy vows,\n Rise from thy bed at break of day,\n And to the Gods due worship pay.\n With meek and lowly love revere\n The lord of men, my father dear,\n And reverence to Kaus'aly\u00e1 show,\n My mother, worn with eld and woe:\n By duty's law, O best of dames,\n High worship from thy love she claims,\n Nor to the other queens refuse\n Observance, rendering each her dues:\n By love and fond attention shown\n They are my mothers like mine own.\n Let Bharat and S'atrughna bear\n In thy sweet love a special share:\n Dear as my life, O let them be\n Like brother and like son to thee.\n In every word and deed refrain\n From aught that Bharat's soul may pain:\n He is Ayodhy\u00e1's king and mine,\n The head and lord of all our line.\n For those who serve and love them much\n With weariless endeavour, touch\n And win the gracious hearts of kings.\n While wrath from disobedience springs.\n Great monarchs from their presence send\n Their lawful sons who still offend,\n And welcome to the vacant place\n Good children of an alien race.\n Then, best of women, rest thou here,\n And Bharat's will with love revere.\n Obedient to thy king remain,\n And still thy vows of truth maintain.\n \u00a0\u00a0 To the wide wood my steps I bend:\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Make thou thy dwelling here;\n \u00a0\u00a0 See that thy conduct ne'er offend,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And keep my words, my dear.'","title":"Book II: Canto XXVI.: Alone With Sit\u00e1","type":"page"}