{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry186.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry186.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry186.htm","text":"Thus R\u00e1ma soothed his brother's grief:\n Then virtuous J\u00e1v\u00e1li, chief\n Of twice-born sages, thus replied\n In words that virtue's law defied:\n 'Hail, Raghu's princely son, dismiss\n A thought so weak and vain as this.\n Canst thou, with lofty heart endowed,\n Think with the dull ignoble crowd?\n For what are ties of kindred? can\n One profit by a brother man?\n Alone the babe first opes his eyes,\n And all alone at last he dies.\n The man, I ween, has little sense\n Who looks with foolish reverence\n On father's or on mother's name:\n In others, none a right may claim.\n E'en as a man may leave his home\n And to a distant village roam,\n Then from his lodging turn away\n And journey on the following day,\n Such brief possession mortals hold\n In sire and mother, house and gold,\n And never will the good and wise\n The brief uncertain lodging prize.\n Nor, best of men, shouldst thou disown\n Thy sire's hereditary throne,\n And tread the rough and stony ground\n Where hardship, danger, woes abound.\n Come, let Ayodhy\u00e1 rich and bright\n See thee enthroned with every rite:\n Her tresses bound in single braid \u00a01\n She waits thy coming long delayed.\n O come, thou royal Prince, and share\n The kingly joys that wait thee there,\n And live in bliss transcending price\n As Indra lives in Paradise.\n The parted king is naught to thee,\n Nor right in living man has he:\n The king is one; thou, Prince of men,\n Another art: be counselled then.\n Thy royal sire, O chief, has sped\n On the long path we all must tread.\n The common lot of all is this,\n And thou in vain art robbed of bliss.\n For those--and only those--I weep\n Who to the path of duty keep;\n For here they suffer ceaseless woe,\n And dying to destruction go.\n With pious care, each solemn day,\n Will men their funeral offerings pay:\n See, how the useful food they waste:\n He who is dead no more can taste.\n If one is fed, his strength renewed\n Whene'er his biother takes his food,\n Then offerings to the parted pay;\n Scarce will they serve him on his way.\n By crafty knaves these rites were framed,\n And to enforce men's gifts proclaimed;\n 'Give, worship, lead a life austere,\n Keep lustral rites, quit pleasures here.'\n There is no future life: be wise,\n And do, O Prince, as I advise.\n Enjoy, my lord, thy present bliss,\n And things unseen from thought dismiss.\n Let this advice thy bosom move,\n The counsel sage which all approve;\n To Bharat's earnest prayer incline,\n And take the rule so justly thine.'","title":"Book II: Canto CVIII.: J\u00e1v\u00e1li's Speech.","type":"page"}