{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry135.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry135.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry135.htm","text":"When R\u00e1ma reached the southern bank,\n King Guha's heart with sorrow sank:\n \n \n \n He with Sumantra talked, and spent\n With his deep sorrow, homeward went.\n Sumantra, as the king decreed,\n Yoked to the car each noble steed,\n And to Ayodhy\u00e1's city sped\n With his sad heart disquieted.\n On lake and brook and scented grove\n His glances fell, as on he drove:\n City and village came in view\n As o'er the road his coursers flew.\n On the third day the charioteer,\n When now the hour of night was near,\n Came to Ayodhy\u00e1's gate, and found\n The city all in sorrow drowned.\n To him, in spirit quite cast down,\n Forsaken seemed the silent town,\n And by the rush of grief oppressed\n He pondered in his mournful breast:\n 'Is all Ayodhy\u00e1 burnt with grief,\n Steed, elephant, and man, and chief?\n Does her loved R\u00e1ma's exile so\n Afflict her with the fires of woe?'\n Thus as he mused, his steeds flew fast,\n And swiftly through the gate he passed.\n On drove the charioteer, and then\n In hundreds, yea in thousands, men\n Ran to the car from every side,\n And, 'R\u00e1ma, where is R\u00e1ma?' cried.\n Sumantra said: 'My chariot bore\n The duteous prince to Gang\u00e1's shore;\n I left him there at his behest,\n And homeward to Ayodhy\u00e1 pressed.'\n Soon as the anxious people knew\n That he was o'er the flood they drew\n Deep sighs, and crying, R\u00e1ma! all\n Wailed, and big tears began to fall.\n He heard the mournful words prolonged,\n As here and there the people thronged:\n 'Woe, woe for us, forlorn, undone,\n No more to look on Raghu's son!\n His like again we ne'er shall see,\n Of heart so true, of hand so free,\n In gifts, in gatherings for debate,\n When marriage pomps we celebrate,\n What should we do? What earthly thing\n Can rest, or hope, or pleasure bring?'\n \n \n Thus the sad town, which R\u00e1ma kept\n As a kind father, wailed and wept.\n Each mansion, as the car went by,\n Sent forth a loud and bitter cry,\n As to the window every dame,\n Mourning for banished R\u00e1ma, came.\n As his sad eyes with tears o'erflowed,\n He sped along the royal road\n To Das'aratha's high abode.\n There leaping down his car he stayed;\n Within the gates his way he made;\n Through seven broad courts he onward hied\n Where people thronged on every side.\n From each high terrace, wild with woe\n The royal Indies flocked below:\n \n \n He heard them talk in gentle tone,\n As each for R\u00e1ma made her moan:\n 'What will the charioteer reply\n To Queen Kaus'aly\u00e1's eager cry?\n With R\u00e1ma from the gates he went;\n Homeward alone, his steps are bent.\n Hard is a life with woe distressed!\n But difficult to win is rest,\n If, when her son is banished, still\n She lives beneath her load of ill.'\n \n \n Such was the speech Sumantra heard\n From them whom grief unfeigned had stirred.\n As fires of anguish burnt him through,\n Swift to the monarch's hall he drew,\n Past the eighth court; there met his sight,\n The sovereign in his palace bright,\n Still weeping for his son, forlorn,\n Pale, faint, and all with sorrow worn.\n As there he sat, Sumantra bent\n And did obeisance reverent,\n And to the king repeated o'er\n The message he from R\u00e1ma bore.\n The monarch heard, and well-nigh brake\n His heart, but yet no word he spake:\n Fainting to earth he fell, and dumb,\n By grief for R\u00e1ma overcome,\n Rang through the hall a startling cry,\n And women's arms were tossed on high,\n When, with his senses all astray,\n Upon the ground the monarch lay.\n Kaus'aly\u00e1 with Sumitr\u00e1s aid,\n Raised from the ground her lord dismayed:\n 'Sire, of high fate, she cried, O, why\n Dost thou no single word reply\n To R\u00e1ma's messenger who brings\n News of his painful wanderings?\n The great injustice done, art thou\n Shame-stricken for thy conduct now?\n Rise up, and do thy part: bestow\n Comfort and help in this our woe.\n Speak freely, King; dismiss thy fear,\n For Queen Kaikey\u00ed stands not near,\n Afraid of whom thou wouldst not seek\n Tidings of R\u00e1ma: freely speak.'\n \n \n When the sad queen had ended so,\n She sank, insatiate in her woe,\n And prostrate lay upon the ground,\n While her faint voice by sobs was drowned.\n When all the ladies in despair\n Saw Queen Kaus'aly\u00e1 wailing there,\n And the poor king oppressed with pain,\n They flocked around and wept again.\n \n \n \n \n \n162:1 Deities of a particular class in which five or ten are enumerated. They are worshipped particularly at the funeral obsequies in honour of deceased progenitors.","title":"Book II: Canto LVII.: Sumantra's Return.","type":"page"}