{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry492.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry492.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry492.htm","text":"To him Mahes'var thus replied:\n 'O strong-armed hero, lotus-eyed,\n Thou, best of those who love the right,\n Hast nobly fought the wondrous fight.\n Dispelled by thee the doom that spread\n Through trembling earth and heaven is fled.\n The worlds exult in light and bliss,\n And praise thy name, O chief, for this.\n Now peace to Bharat's heart restore,\n And bid Kausaly\u00e1 weep no more.\n Thy face let Queen Kaikey\u00ed see,\n Let fond Sumitr\u00e1 gaze on thee.\n The longing of thy friends relieve,\n The kingdom of thy sires receive.\n Let sons of gentle S\u00edt\u00e1 born\n Ikshv\u00e1ku's ancient line adorn.\n Then from all care and foemen freed\n Perform the offering of the steed.\n In pious gifts thy wealth expend,\n Then to the home of Gods ascend,\n Thy sire, this glorious king, behold.\n Among the blest in heaven enrolled.\n He comes from where the Immortals dwell:\n Salute him, for he loves thee well.'\n \n \n His mandate Raghu's sons obeyed,\n And to their sire obeisance mads,\n Where high he stood above the car\n In wondrous light that shone afar,\n His limbs in radiant garments dressed\n Whereon no spot of dust might rest.\n When on the son he loved so well\n The eyes of Das'aratha fell,\n He strained the hero to his breast\n And thus with gentle words addressed:\n 'No joy to me is heavenly bliss,\n For there these eyes my R\u00e1ma miss.\n Enrolled on high with saint and sage,\n Thy woes, dear son, my thoughts engage.\n Kaikey\u00ed's guile I ne'er forget:\n Her cruel words will haunt me yet,\n Which sent thee forth, my son, to roam\n The forest far from me and home.\n Now when I look on each dear face,\n And hold you both in fond embrace,\n My heart is full of joy to see\n The sons I love from danger free.\n Now know I what the Gods designed,\n And how in R\u00e1ma's form enshrined\n The might of Purushottam lay,\n The tyrant of the worlds to slay.\n Ah, how Kausaly\u00e1 will rejoice\n To hear again her darling's voice,\n And, all thy weary wanderings o'er,\n \n \n To gaze upon thy face once more.\n Ah blest, for ever blest are they\n Whose eyes shall see the glorious day\n Of thy return in joy at last,\n Thy term of toil and exile past.\n Ayodhy\u00e1's lord, begin thy reign,\n And day by day new glory gain,'\n \n \n He ceased: and R\u00e1ma thus replied:\n 'Be not this grace, O sire, denied.\n Those hasty words, that curse revoke\n Which from thy lips in anger broke:\n 'Kaikey\u00ed, be no longer mine:\n I cast thee off, both thee and thine.'\n O father, let no sorrow fall\n On her or hers: thy curse recall.'\n 'Yea, she shall live, if so thou wilt,'\n The sire replied, 'absolved from guilt.'\n Round Lakshman then his arms he threw,\n And moved by love began anew:\n 'Great store of merit shall be thine,\n And brightly shall thy glory shine;\n Secure on earth thy brother's grace.\n And high in heaven shall be thy place.\n Thy glorious king obey and fear:\n To him the triple world is dear.\n God, saint, and sage, by Indra led,\n To R\u00e1ma bow the reverent head,\n Nor from the Lord, the lofty-souled,\n Their worship or their praise withhold.\n Heart of the Gods, supreme is he,\n The One who ne'er shall cease to be.'\n \n \n On S\u00edt\u00e1 then he looked and smiled;\n 'List to my words' he said, 'dear child,\n Let not thy gentle breast retain\n One lingering trace of wrath or pain.\n When by the fire thy truth be proved,\n By love for thee his will was moved.\n The furious flame thy faith confessed\n Which shrank not from the awful test:\n And thou, in every heart enshrined,\n Shalt live the best of womankind.'\n \n \n He ceased: he bade the three adieu,\n And home to heaven exulting flew.","title":"BOOK VI: Canto CXXI.: Das'aratha.","type":"page"}