{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry281.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry281.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry281.htm","text":"With longing love and woe oppressed\n The V\u00e1nar chief he thus addressed:\n And lie, while sobs his utterance broke,\n Raised up his reverent hands and spoke:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'O Raghu's son, I cannot tell\n Where now that cruel fiend may dwell,\n Declare his power and might, or trace\n The author of his cursed race.\n Still trust the promise that I make\n And let thy breast no longer ache.\n So will I toil, nor toil in vain,\n That thou thy consort mayst regain.\n So will I work with might and skill\n That joy anew thy heart shall fill:\n The valour of my soul display,\n And R\u00e1van and his legions slay.\n Awake, awake! unmanned no more\n Recall the strength was thine of yore.\n Beseems not men like thee to wear\n A weak heart yielding to despair.\n Like troubles, too, mine eyes have seen,\n Lamenting for a long-lost queen;\n But, by despair unconquered yet,\n My strength of mind I ne'er forget.\n Far more shouldst thou of lofty soul\n Thy passion and thy tears control,\n When I, of V\u00e1nar's humbler strain,\n Weep not for her in ceaseless pain.\n Be firm, be patient, nor forget\n The bounds the brave of heart have set\n In loss, in woe, in strife, in fear,\n When the dark hour of death is near.\n Up? with thine own brave heart advise:\n Not thus despond the firm and wise.\n But he who gives his childish heart\n To choose the coward's weakling part,\n Sinks, like a foundered vessel, deep\n In waves of woe that o'er him sweep.\n See, suppliant hand to hand I lay,\n And, moved by faithful love, I pray.\n Give way no more to grief and gloom,\n But all thy native strength resume.\n No joy on earth, I ween, have they\n Who yield their souls to sorrow's sway.\n Their glory fades in slow decline:\n 'Tis not for thee to grieve and pine.\n I do but hint with friendly speech\n The wiser part I dare not teach.\n This better path, dear friend, pursue,\n And let not grief thy soul subdue.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Sugr\u00edva thus with gentle art\n And sweet words soothed the mourner's heart,\n Who brushed off with his mantle's hem\n Tears from the eyes bedewed with them.\n \n \n Sugr\u00edva's words were not in vain,\n And R\u00e1ma was himself again,\n Around the king his arms he threw\n And thus began his speech anew:\n \u00a0\u00a0 'Whate'er a friend most wise and true,\n Who counsels for the best, should do,\n Whate'er his gentle part should be,\n Has been performed, dear friend, by thee.\n Taught by thy counsel, O my lord,\n I feel my native strength restored.\n A friend like thee is hard to gain.\n Most rare in time of grief and pain.\n Now strain thine utmost power to trace\n The Maithil lady's dwelling place,\n And aid me in my search to find\n Fierce R\u00e1van of the impious mind.\n Trust thou, in turn thy loyal friend,\n And say what aid this arm can lend\n To speed thy hopes, as fostering rain\n Quickens in earth the scattered grain.\n Deem not those words, that seemed to spring\n From pride, are false, O V\u00e1nar King.\n None from these lips has ever heard,\n None e'er shall hear, one lying word.\n Again I promise and declare,\n Yea, by my truth, dear friend, I swear.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 Then glad was King Sugr\u00edva's breast,\n And all his lords their joy confessed,\n Stirred by sure hope of R\u00e1ma's aid,\n And promise which the prince had made.","title":"BOOK IV: Canto VII.: R\u00e1ma Consoled.","type":"page"}