{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry194.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry194.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry194.htm","text":"When Bharat took his homeward road\n Still R\u00e1ma in the wood abode:\n But soon he marked the fear and care\n That darkened all the hermits there.\n For all who dwelt before the hill\n Were sad with dread of coming ill:\n Each holy brow was lined by thought,\n And R\u00e1ma's side they often sought.\n With gathering frowns the prince they eyed,\n And then withdrew and talked aside.\n \n \n Then Raghu's son with anxious breast\n The leader of the saints addressed:\n 'Can aught that I have done displease,\n O reverend Sage, the devotees?\n Why are their loving looks, O say,\n Thus sadly changed or turned away?\n Has Lakshman through his want of heed\n Offended with unseemly deed!\n Or is the gentle S\u00edt\u00e1, she\n Who loved to honour you and me--\n Is she the cause of this offence,\n Failing in lowly reverence?'\n \n \n One sage, o'er whom, exceeding old,\n Had many a year of penance rolled,\n Trembling in every aged limb\n Thus for the rest replied to him:\n 'How could we, O beloved, blame\n Thy lofty-souled Videhan dame,\n Who in the good of all delights,\n And more than all of anchorites?\n But yet through thee a numbing dread\n Of fiends among our band has spread;\n Obstructed by the demons' art\n The trembling hermits talk apart.\n For R\u00e1van's brother, overbold,\n Named Khara, of gigantic mould,\n Vexes with fury fierce and fell\n All those in Janasth\u00e1n \u00a01 who dwell.\n Resistless in his cruel deeds,\n On flesh of men the monster feeds:\n Sinful and arrogant is he,\n And looks with special hate on thee.\n Since thou, beloved son, hast made\n Thy home within this holy shade,\n The fiends have vexed with wilder rage\n The dwellers of the hermitage.\n In many a wild and dreadful form\n Around the trembling saints they swarm,\n With hideous shape and foul disguise\n They terrify our holy eyes.\n They make our loathing souls endure\n Insult and scorn and sights impure,\n And flocking round the altars stay\n The holy rites we love to pay.\n In every spot throughout the grove\n With evil thoughts the monsters rove,\n Assailing with their secret might\n Each unsuspecting anchorite.\n Ladle and dish away they fling,\n Our fires with floods extinguishing,\n And when the sacred flame should burn\n They trample on each water-urn.\n Now when they see their sacred wood\n Plagued by this impious brotherhood,\n The troubled saints away would roam\n And seek in other shades a home:\n Hence will we fly, O R\u00e1ma, ere\n The cruel fiends our bodies tear.\n Not far away a forest lies\n Rich in the roots and fruit we prize,\n To this will I and all repair\n And join the holy hermits there;\n Be wise, and with us thither flee\n Before this Khara injure thee.\n Mighty art thou, O R\u00e1ma, yet\n Each day with peril is beset.\n If with thy consort by thy side\n Thou in this wood wilt still abide.'\n \n \n He ceased: the words the hero spake\n The hermit's purpose failed to break:\n To Raghu's son farewell he said,\n And blessed the chief and comforted;\n Then with the rest the holy sage\n Departed from the hermitage.\n \n \n So from the wood the saints withdrew,\n And R\u00e1ma bidding all adieu\n \u00a0\u00a0 In lowly reverence bent:\n Instructed by their friendly speech,\n Blest with the gracious love of each,\n \u00a0\u00a0 To his pure home he went.\n Nor would the son of Raghu stray\n A moment from that grove away\n \u00a0\u00a0 From which the saints had fled.\n And many a hermit thither came\n Attracted by his saintly fame\n \u00a0\u00a0 And the pure life he led.\n \n \n \n225:1 A part of the great Dandak forest.","title":"Book II: Canto CXVI.: The Hermit's Speech.","type":"page"}