{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry306.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry306.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry306.htm","text":"Sugr\u00edva heard, and, trained and tried\n In counsel, to his lords replied:\n 'No deed of mine, no hasty word\n The anger of the prince has stirred.\n But haply some who hate me still\n And watch their time to work me ill,\n Have slandered me to Raghu's son,\n Accused of deeds I ne'er have done.\n Now, O my lords--for you are wise--\n Speak truly what your hearts advise.\n And, pondering each event, inquire\n The reason of the prince's ire.\n No fear have I of Lakshman: none:\n No dread of Raghu's mightier son.\n But wrath, that fires a friendly breast\n Without due cause, distrubs my rest.\n With labour light is friendship gained.\n But with severest toil maintained.\n And doubt is strong, and faith is weak,\n \n \n And friendship dies when traitors speak.\n Hence is my troubled bosom cold\n With fear of Rama lofty-souled;\n For heavy on my spirit weigh\n His favours I can ne'er repay.'\n \u00a0\u00a0 He ceased: and Hanuman of all\n The V\u00e1nars in the council hall\n In wisdom first, and rank, expressed\n The thoughts that filled his prudent breast:\n 'No marvel thou rememberest yet\n The service thou shouldst ne'er forget,\n How the brave prince of Raghu'a seed\n Thy days from fear and peril freed;\n And B\u00e1li for thy sake o'erthrew,\n Whom Indra's self might scarce subdue.\n I doubt not R\u00e1ma's anger burns\n For the scant love thy heart returns.\n For this he sends his brother, him\n Whose glory never waxes dim.\n Sunk in repose thy careless eye\n Marks not the seasons as they fly,\n Nor sees that autumn has begun\n With dark blooms opening to the sun.\n Clear is the sky no cloudlet mars\n The splendour of the shining stars.\n The balmy air is soft and still,\n And clear and bright are lake and rill.\n Thou heedest not with blinded eyes\n The hour for warlike enterprise.\n Hence Lakshman hither comes to break\n Thy slothful trance and bid thee wake.\n Then, Monarch, with a patient ear\n The high-souled R\u00e1ma's message hear,\n Which, reft of wife and realm and friends,\n Thus by another's mouth he sends.\n Thou, V\u00e1nar King, hast done amiss:\n And now I see no way but this;\n Before his envoy humbly stand\n And sue for peace with suppliant hand.\n High duty bids a courtier seek\n His master's weal, and freely speak.\n So by no thought of fear controlled\n My speech, O King, is free and bold,\n For R\u00e1ma, if his anger glow,\n Can, with the terrors of his bow.\n This earth with all the Gods subdue,\n Gandharvas,\u00a01 and the demon crew.\n Unwise to stir his wrathful mood\n Whose favour must again be wooed.\n And, most of all, unwise for one\n Grateful like thee for service done.\n Go with thy son and kinsmen: bend\n Thy humble head and greet thy friend.\n And, like a fond obedient spouse,\n Be faithful to thy plighted vows.\n \n \n363:1 In a note on the corresponding passage in the Bengal recension Gorresio says: 'The text here makes use of a strange and something more than bold metaphor which I have sought to modify. The text says: \"Here is Lakshman the charioteer of words who by the orders of Rama has come hither upon the ear of resolution.\" In his Italian translation he renders the passage: \"Here is Laksh- man, the brother of Rama who by his orders comes hither the determined bearer of words.\"\n364:1 Indra's associates in arms, and musicians of his heaven.","title":"BOOK IV: Canto XXXII.: Hanuman's Counsel.","type":"page"}