{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry216.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry216.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry216.htm","text":"On her ensnared in R\u00e1ma's net\n His eyes the royal Rama set,\n \n \n And thus, her passion to beguile,\n Addressed her with a gentle smile:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'I have a wife: behold her here,\n My S\u00edt\u00e1 ever true and dear:\n And one like thee will never brook\n Upon a rival spouse to look.\n But there my brother Lakshman stands:\n Unchained is he by nuptial bands:\n A youth heroic, loved of all,\n Gracious and gallant, fair and tall.\n With winning looks, most nobly bred,\n Unmatched till now, he longs to wed.\n Meet to enjoy thy youthful charms,\n O take him to thy loving arms.\n Enamoured on his bosom lie,\n Fair damsel of the radiant eye,\n As the warm sunlight loves to rest\n Upon her darling Meru's breast.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 The hero spoke, the monster heard,\n While passion still her bosom stirred.\n Away from R\u00e1ma's side she broke,\n And thus in turn to Lakshman spoke:\n 'Come, for thy bride take me who shine\n In fairest grace that suits with thine.\n Thou by my side from grove to grove\n Of Dandak's wild in bliss shalt rove.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then Lakshman, skilled in soft address,\n Wooed by the amorous giantess,\n With art to turn her love aside,\n To S\u00farpanakh\u00ed thus replied:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'And can so high a dame agree\n The slave-wife of a slave to be?\n I, lotus-hued! in good and ill\n Am bondsman to my brother's will.\n Be thou, fair creature radiant-eyed,\n My honoured brother's younger bride:\n With faultless tint and dainty limb,\n A happy wife, bring joy to him.\n He from his spouse grown old and grey,\n Deformed, untrue, will turn away,\n Her withered charms will gladly leave,\n And to his fair young darling cleave.\n For who could be so fond and blind,\n O loveliest of all female kind,\n To love another dame and slight\n Thy beauties rich in all delight?'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thus Lakshman praised in scornful jest\n The long-toothed fiend with loathly breast,\n Who fondly heard his speech, nor knew\n His mocking words were aught but true.\n Again inflamed with love she fled\n To R\u00e1ma, in his leafy shed\n Where S\u00edt\u00e1 rested by his side,\n And to the mighty victor cried:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'What, R\u00e1ma, canst thou blindly cling\n To this old false misshapen thing?\n Wilt thou refuse the charms of youth\n For withered breast and grinning tooth!\n Canst thou this wretched creature prize\n And look on me with scornful eyes?\n This aged crone this very hour\n Before thy face will I devour:\n Then joyous, from all rivals free.\n Through Dandak will I stray with thee.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 She spoke, and with a glance of flame\n Rushed on the fawn-eyed Maithil dame:\n So would a horrid meteor mar\n Fair Rohin\u00ed's soft beaming star.\n But as the furious fiend drew near,\n Like Death's dire noose which chills with fear,\n The mighty chief her purpose stayed,\n And spoke, his brother to upbraid:\n 'Ne'er should we jest with creatures rude.\n Of savage race and wrathful mood.\n Think, Lakshman, think how nearly slain\n My dear Videhan breathes again.\n Let not the hideous wretch escape\n Without a mark to mar her shape.\n Strike, lord of men, the monstrous fiend,\n Deformed, and foul, and evil-miened.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 He spoke: then Lakshman's wrath rose high,\n And there before his brother's eye,\n He drew that sword which none could stay,\n And cleft her nose and ears away.\n Noseless and earless, torn and maimed,\n With fearful shrieks the fiend exclaimed,\n And frantic in her wild distress\n Resought the distant wilderness.\n Deformed, terrific, huge, and dread.\n As on she moved, her gashes bled,\n And groan succeeded groan as loud\n As roars, ere rain, the thunder cloud.\n Still on the fearful monster passed,\n While streams of blood kept falling fast,\n And with a roar, and arms outspread\n Within the boundless wood she fled.\n To Janasth\u00e1n the monster flew;\n \u00a0\u00a0 Fierce Khara there she found,\n With chieftains of the giant crew\n \u00a0\u00a0 In thousands ranged around.\n Before his awful feet she bent\n \u00a0\u00a0 And fell with piercing cries,\n As when a bolt in swift descent\n \u00a0\u00a0 Comes flashing from the skies.\n There for a while with senses dazed\n \u00a0\u00a0 Silent she lay and scared:\n At length her drooping head she raised,\n \u00a0\u00a0 And all the tale declared,\n How R\u00e1ma, Lakshman, and the dame\n \u00a0\u00a0 Had reached that lonely place:\n Then told her injuries and shame,\n \u00a0\u00a0 And showed her bleeding face.\n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 * * * * *","title":"BOOK III: Canto XVIII.: The Mutilation.","type":"page"}