{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rama/ry496.htm","path":"hin/rama/ry496.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rama/ry496.htm","text":"Then R\u00e1ma, speeding through the skies,\n Bent on the earth his eager eyes:\n 'Look, S\u00edt\u00e1, see, divinely planned\n And built by Vis'vakarm\u00e1's hand,\n Lank\u00e1 the lovely city rest\n Enthroned on Mount Trik\u00fata's crest\n Behold those fields, ensanguined yet,\n Where V\u00e1nar hosts and giants met.\n There, vainly screened by charm and spell,\n The robber R\u00e1van fought and fell.\n There knelt Mandodari \u00a01 and shed\n Her tears in floods for R\u00e1van dead.\n And every dame who loved him sent\n \n \n From her sad heart her wild lament.\n There gleams the margin of the deep,\n Where, worn with toil, we sank to sleep.\n Look, love, the unconquered sea behold,\n King Varun's home ordained of old,\n Whose boundless waters roar and swell\n Rich with their store of pearl and shell.\n O see, the morning sun is bright\n On fair Hiranyan\u00e1bha's \u00a01b height,\n Who rose from Ocean's sheltering breast\n That Hanum\u00e1n might stay and rest.\n There stretches, famed for evermore,\n The wondrous bridge from shore to shore.\n The worlds, to life's remotest day.\n Due reverence to the work shall pay,\n Which holier for the laps of time\n Shall give release from sin and crime.\n Now thither bend, dear love, thine eyes\n Where green with groves Kishkindh\u00e1 lies,\n The seat of King Sugr\u00edva's reign,\n Where B\u00e1li by this hand was slain. \u00a02b\n There R\u00edshyam\u00faka's hill behold\n Bright gleaming with embedded gold.\n There too my wandering foot I set,\n There King Sugr\u00edva first I met.\n And, where yon trees their branches wave,\n My promise of assistance gave.\n There, flushed with lilies, Pamp\u00e1 shines\n With banks which greenest foliage lines,\n Where melancholy steps I bent\n And mourned thee with a mad lament.\n There fierce Kabandha, spreading wide\n His giant arms, in battle died.\n Turn, S\u00edt\u00e1, turn thine eyes and see\n In Janasth\u00e1n that glorious tree:\n There R\u00e1van, lord of giants slew\n Our friend Jat\u00e1yas brave and true,\n Thy champion in the hopless* strife,\n Who gave for thee his noble life.\n Now mark that glade amid the trees\n Where once we lived as devotees.\n See, see our leafy cot between\n Those waving boughs of densest green,\n Where R\u00e1van seized his prize and stole\n My love the darling of my soul.\n O, look again: beneath thee gleams\n God\u00e1vari the best of streams,\n Whose lucid waters sweetly glide\n By lilies that adorn her side.\n There dwelt Agastya, holy sage,\n In plantain-sheltered hermitage.\n See S'arabhanga's humble shed\n \n \n Which sovereign Indra visited.\n See where the gentle hermits dwell\n Neath Atri's rule who loved us well;\n Where once thine eyes were blest to see\n His sainted dame who talked with thee.\n Now rest thine eyes with new delight\n On Chitrak\u00fata's woody height,\n See Jumna flashing in the sun\n Through groves of brilliant foliage run.\n Screened by the shade of spreading boughs\n There Bharadv\u00e1ja keeps his vows,\n There Gang\u00e1, river of the skies,\n Bolls the sweet wave that purifies,\n There S'ringavera's towers ascend\n Where Guha reigns, mine ancient friend.\n I see, I see thy glittering spires,\n Ayodhy\u00e1, city of my sires.\n Bow down, bow down thy head, my sweet,\n Our home, our long-lost home to greet.'\n \n \n \n \n \n502:1 Ravan's queen.\n502:1b Or Main\u00e1ka.\n502:2b Here, in the North-west recension, S\u00edt\u00e1 expresses a wish that Tar\u00e1 and the wives of the V\u00e1nar chiefs should be invited to accompany her to Ajodhy\u00e1. The car descends, and the V\u00e1nar matrons are added to the party. The Bengal recension ignores this palpable interruption.","title":"BOOK VI: Canto CXXV.: The Return.","type":"page"}