{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry105.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry105.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry105.htm","text":"His sweetly-speaking bride, who best\n Deserved her lord, he thus addressed.\n Then tender love bade passion wake,\n And thus the fair Videhan spake:\n 'What words are these that thou hast said?\n Contempt of me the thought has bred.\n O best of heroes, I dismiss\n With bitter scorn a speech like this:\n \n \n Unworthy of a warrior's fame\n It taints a monarch's son with shame,\n Ne'er to be heard from those who know\n The science of the sword and bow.\n My lord, the mother, sire, and son,\n Receive their lots by merit won;\n The brother and the daughter find\n The portions to their deeds aligned.\n The wife alone, whate'er await,\n Must share on earth her husband's fate.\n So now the king's command which sends\n Thee to the wild, to me extends.\n The wife can find no refuge, none,\n In father, mother, self, or son:\n Both here, and when they vanish hence,\n Her husband is her sole defence.\n If, Raghu's son, thy steps are led\n Where Dandak's pathless wilds are spread,\n My foot before thine own shall pass\n Through tangled thorn and matted grass.\n Dismiss thine anger and thy doubt:\n Like refuse water cast them out,\n And lead me, O my hero, hence--\n I know not sin--with confidence.\n Whate'er his lot,'tis far more sweet\n To follow still a husband's feet\n Than in rich palaces to lie,\n Or roam at pleasure through the sky.\n My mother and my sire have taught\n What duty bids, and trained each thought,\n Nor have I now mine ear to turn\n The duties of a wife to learn,\n I'll seek with thee the woodland dell\n And pathless wild where no men dwell,\n Where tribes of silvan creatures roam,\n And many a tiger makes his home.\n My life shall pass as pleasant there\n As in my father's palace fair.\n The worlds shall wake no care in me;\n My only care be truth to thee.\n There while thy wish I still obey,\n True to my vows with thee I'll stray,\n And there shall blissful hours be spent\n In woods with honey redolent.\n In forest shades thy mighty arm\n Would keep a stranger's life from harm,\n And how shall Sit\u00e1 think of fear\n When thou, O glorious lord, art near?\n Heir of high bliss, my choice is made,\n Nor can I from my will be stayed.\n Doubt not; the earth will yield me roots,\n These will I eat, and woodland fruits;\n And as with thee I wander there\n I will not bring thee grief or care.\n I long, when thou, wise lord, art nigh,\n All fearless, with delighted eye\n To gaze upon the rocky hill,\n The lake, the fountain, and the hill;\n To sport with thee, my limbs to cool,\n In some pure lily-covered pool,\n While the white swan's and mallard's wings\n \n \n Are plashing in the water-springs.\n So would a thousand seasons flee\n Like one sweet day, if spent with thee.\n Without my lord I would not prize\n A home with Gods above the skies:\n Without my lord, my life to bless,\n Where could be heaven or happiness?\n \u00a0\u00a0 Forbid me not: with thee I go\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The tangled wood to tread.\n \u00a0\u00a0 There will I live with thee, as though\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This roof were o'er my head.\n \u00a0\u00a0 My will for thine shall be resigned;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thy feet my steps shall guide.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thou, only thou, art in my mind:\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I heed not all beside.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thy heart shall ne'er by me be grieved;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Do not my prayer deny:\n \u00a0\u00a0 Take me, dear lord; of thee bereaved\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thy Sit\u00e1 swears to die.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 These words the duteous lady spake,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nor would he yet consent\n \u00a0\u00a0 His faithful wife with him to take\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To share his banishment.\n \u00a0\u00a0 He soothed her with his gentle speech;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To change her will he strove:\n \u00a0\u00a0 And much he said the woes to teach\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of those in wilds who rove.","title":"Book II: Canto XXVII.: S\u00edt\u00e1's Speech.","type":"page"}