{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry274.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry274.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry274.htm","text":"When S'avar\u00ed had sought the skies\n And gained her splendid virtue's prize,\n R\u00e1ma with Lakshman stayed to brood\n O'er the strange scenes their eyes had viewed.\n His mind upon those saints was bent,\n For power and might preeminent\n And he to musing Lakshman spoke\n The thoughts that in his bosom woke:\n \n \n 'Mine eyes this wondrous home have viewed\n Of those great saints with souls subdued,\n Where peaceful tigers dwell and birds,\n And deer abound in heedless herds.\n Our feet upon the banks have stood\n Of those seven lakes within the wood,\n Where we have duly dipped, and paid\n Libations to each royal shade.\n Forgotten now are thoughts of ill\n And joyful hopes my bosom fill.\n Again my heart is light and gay\n And grief and care have passed away.\n Come, brother, let us hasten where\n Bright Pamp\u00e1's flood is fresh and fair,\n And towering in their beauty near\n Mount Rishyam\u00faka's heights appear,\n When, offspring of the Lord of Light,\n Still fearing B\u00e1li's conquering might,\n With four brave chiefs of V\u00e1nar race\n Sugr\u00edva makes his dwelling-place.\n I long with eager heart to find\n That leader of the V\u00e1nar kind,\n For on that chief my hopes depend\n That this our quest have prosperous end.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thus R\u00e1ma spoke, in battle tried,\n And thus Sumitr\u00e1's son replied:\n 'Come, brother, come, and speed away:\n My spirit brooks no more delay.'\n Thus spake Sumitr\u00e1's son, and then\n Forth from the grove the king of men\n With his dear brother by his side\n To Pamp\u00e1's lucid waters hied.\n He gazed upon the winds where grew\n Trees rich in flowers of every hue.\n From brake and dell on every side\n The curlew and the peacock cried,\n And flocks of screaming parrots made\n Shrill music in the bloomy shade.\n His eager eyes, as on he went,\n On many a pool and tree were bent.\n Inflamed with love he journeyed on\n Till a fair flood before him shone.\n He stood upon the water's side\n \u00a0\u00a0 Which streams from distant hills supplied\n Mataranga's * name that water bore:\n There bathed he from the shelving shore.\n Then, each on earnest thoughts intent,\n Still farther on their way they went.\n But R\u00e1ma's heart once more gave way\n Beneath his grief and wild dismay.\n Before him lay the noble flood\n Adorned with many a lotus bud.\n On its fair banks As'okas glowed,\n And all bright trees their blossoms showed\n Green banks that silver waves confined\n With lovely groves--were ringed and lined\n The crystal waters in their flow\n Showed level sands that gleamed below.\n There glittering fish and tortoise played,\n And bending trees gave pleasant shade.\n \n \n There creepers on the branches hung\n With lover-like embraces clung,\n There gay Gandharvas loved to meet,\n And Kinnar sought the calm retreat.\n There wandering Vakshas* found delight,\n Snake gods and rovers of the night.\n Cool were the pleasant waters, gay\n Each tree with creeper, flower, and spray.\n There flushed the lotus darkly red,\n Here their white glory lilies spread,\n Here sweet buds showed their tints of blue:\n So carpets gleam with many a hue.\n A grove of Mangoes blossomed nigh,\n Echoing with the peacock's cry.\n When R\u00e1ma by his brother's side\n The lovely flood of Pamp\u00e1 eyed,\n Decked like a beauty, fair to see\n With every charm of flower and tree,\n His mighty heart with woe was rent\n And thus he spoke in wild lament\n \u00a0\u00a0 'Here, Lakshman, on this beauteous shore,\n Stands, dyed with tints of many an ore,\n The mountain Rishyam\u00faka bright\n With flowery trees that crown each height.\n Sprung from the chief who, famed of yore,\n The name of Rikshnrajas bore,\n Sugr\u00edva, chieftain strong and dread,\n Dwells on that mountain's towering head.\n Go to him, best of men, and seek\n That prince of V\u00e1nars on the peak,\n I cannot longer brook my pain,\n Or, S\u00edt\u00e1 lost, my life retain.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Thus by the pangs of love distressed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His thoughts on S\u00edt\u00e1 bent,\n \u00a0\u00a0 His faithful brother he addressed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And cried in wild lament.\n \u00a0\u00a0 He reached the lovely ground that lay\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 On Pamp\u00e1's wooded side,\n \u00a0\u00a0 And told in anguish and dismay,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The grief he could not hide.\n \u00a0\u00a0 With listless footsteps faint and slow\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His way the chief pursued,\n \u00a0\u00a0 Till Pamp\u00e1 with her glorious show\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of flowering woods he viewed.\n \u00a0\u00a0 Through shades were every bird was found\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The prince with Lakshman passed,\n \u00a0\u00a0 And Pamp\u00e1 with her groves around\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Burst on his eyes, at last.","title":"BOOK III: Canto LXXVI.: Pamp\u00e1.","type":"page"}