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Ramcharitmanas · Rama

Chapter 2

अयोध्याकाण्ड

Ayodhya Kand

Verses

  1. Verse 1

    caupāī jaba teṃ rāmu byāhi ghara āe| nita nava maṃgala moda badhāe|| bhuvana cāridasa bhūdhara bhārī| sukṛta megha baraṣahi sukha bārī|| ridhi sidhi saṃpati nadīṃ suhāī| umagi avadha aṃbudhi kahu~ āī|| manigana pura nara nāri sujātī| suci amola suṃdara saba bhā~tī|| kahi na jāi kachu nagara bibhūtī| janu etania biraṃci karatūtī|| saba bidhi saba pura loga sukhārī| rāmacaṃda mukha caṃdu nihārī|| mudita mātu saba sakhīṃ sahelī| phalita biloki manoratha belī|| rāma rūpu gunasīlu subhāū| pramudita hoi dekhi suni rāū|| dohā/soraṭhā saba keṃ ura abhilāṣu asa kahahiṃ manāi mahesu| āpa achata jubarāja pada rāmahi deu naresu||1||

    Meaning

    From the day Rama came home a wedded bridegroom there was fresh blessing, fresh joy and fresh congratulation every day. The fourteen worlds were like great mountains, and over them the clouds of merit poured down the waters of delight. Prosperity, attainment and wealth were lovely rivers that rose in flood and came pouring into the ocean that is Ayodhya. The men and women of the city, all of good birth, were its jewels, pure and priceless and beautiful in every way. The splendour of the city cannot be told; it was as though this were the whole sum of Brahma's handiwork. In every way all the people of the city were happy, gazing upon the moon that is Ramachandra's face. The mothers with all their friends and companions rejoiced to see the creeper of their longing bear fruit at last. Seeing and hearing of Rama's beauty, his virtue, his conduct and his nature, the king was filled with delight. In every heart lay this one desire, and praying to Mahesha they spoke it aloud: may the king, in his own lifetime, give Rama the rank of heir apparent.

  2. Verse 2

    caupāī eka samaya saba sahita samājā| rājasabhā~ raghurāju birājā|| sakala sukṛta mūrati naranāhū| rāma sujasu suni atihi uchāhū|| nṛpa saba rahahiṃ kṛpā abhilāṣeṃ| lokapa karahiṃ prīti rukha rākheṃ|| tibhuvana tīni kāla jaga māhīṃ| bhūri bhāga dasaratha sama nāhīṃ|| maṃgalamūla rāmu suta jāsū| jo kachu kahija thora sabu tāsū|| rāya~ subhāya~ mukuru kara līnhā| badanu biloki mukuṭa sama kīnhā|| śravana samīpa bhae sita kesā| manahu~ jaraṭhapanu asa upadesā|| nṛpa jubarāja rāma kahu~ dehū| jīvana janama lāhu kina lehū|| dohā/soraṭhā yaha bicāru ura āni nṛpa sudinu suavasaru pāi| prema pulaki tana mudita mana gurahi sunāyau jāi||2||

    Meaning

    One day the king of Raghu's line sat in state in the royal assembly with all his court about him. That lord of men, the very image of all merit, heard Rama's fair fame and was filled with gladness. Every other king waited longing for his favour, and the guardians of the worlds gave him their love and kept to his pleasure. In the three worlds and the three ages there is none in all creation so richly blessed as Dasharatha, whose son is Rama, the root of every blessing; whatever is said of such a man falls short. Idly the king took up a mirror, looked at his face and set his crown straight, and near his ears he saw that the hair had turned white, as though old age were giving him this counsel: O king, give Rama the place of heir apparent; why not take the gain of your life and your birth? Turning this thought over in his heart, the king waited for a fair day and a fitting hour, and then, his body thrilling with love and his mind glad, went and laid the matter before his preceptor.

  3. Verse 3

    caupāī kahai bhuālu sunia munināyaka| bhae rāma saba bidhi saba lāyaka|| sevaka saciva sakala purabāsī| je hamāre ari mitra udāsī|| sabahi rāmu priya jehi bidhi mohī| prabhu asīsa janu tanu dhari sohī|| bipra sahita parivāra gosāīṃ| karahiṃ chohu saba raurihi nāī|| je gura carana renu sira dharahīṃ| te janu sakala bibhava basa karahīṃ|| mohi sama yahu anubhayau na dūjeṃ| sabu pāyau~ raja pāvani pūjeṃ|| aba abhilāṣu eku mana moreṃ| pūjahi nātha anugraha toreṃ|| muni prasanna lakhi sahaja sanehū| kaheu naresa rajāyasu dehū|| dohā/soraṭhā rājana rāura nāmu jasu saba abhimata dātāra| phala anugāmī mahipa mani mana abhilāṣu tumhāra||3||

    Meaning

    The king said: Hear me, chief of sages. Rama has grown fit in every way and for every charge. Servants, ministers, all the townsfolk, and those who are our enemies, our friends or neutral towards us: to every one of them Rama is dear exactly as he is dear to me. He shines, lord, as though your own blessing had taken a body. The brahmins too, master, and their households with them, cherish him with the same tenderness that you show. Those who lay the dust of their guru's feet upon their heads bring all fortune, as it were, under their command; no other has known this as I have known it, for by worshipping that hallowing dust I have obtained everything. One desire only is left in my mind now, and by your grace, lord, it will be fulfilled. Seeing the sage pleased and marking his unforced affection, the king said, Give me your command. And the sage answered: O king, your name and your fame are themselves the givers of every wish. Jewel among rulers, the fruit comes running after the desire of your heart.

  4. Verse 4

    caupāī saba bidhi guru prasanna jiya~ jānī| boleu rāu raha~si mṛdu bānī|| nātha rāmu kariahiṃ jubarājū| kahia kṛpā kari karia samājū|| mohi achata yahu hoi uchāhū| lahahiṃ loga saba locana lāhū|| prabhu prasāda siva sabai nibāhīṃ| yaha lālasā eka mana māhīṃ|| puni na soca tanu rahau ki jāū| jehiṃ na hoi pācheṃ pachitāū|| suni muni dasaratha bacana suhāe| maṃgala moda mūla mana bhāe|| sunu nṛpa jāsu bimukha pachitāhīṃ| jāsu bhajana binu jarani na jāhīṃ|| bhayau tumhāra tanaya soi svāmī| rāmu punīta prema anugāmī|| dohā/soraṭhā begi bilaṃbu na karia nṛpa sājia sabui samāju| sudina sumaṃgalu tabahiṃ jaba rāmu hohiṃ jubarāju||4||

    Meaning

    Knowing in his heart that the guru was pleased in every way, the king spoke gladly and in gentle words: Lord, let Rama be made heir apparent; be gracious, give the word, and let the preparations be set on foot. Let this festival be held while I am still here, and let all men win the reward of their eyes. By your grace, lord, Shiva has carried everything through for me; only this one longing remains within my mind. After that I shall have no care whether this body stays or goes, so long as no regret comes to me afterwards. Hearing Dasharatha's fair words, which were the very root of blessing and of joy, the sage was pleased at heart. Listen, king, he said: he from whom men turn away and afterwards repent it, without whose worship the burning of the heart never departs — that very Lord has become your son, Rama, who follows after pure love. Be quick, king, make no delay, and let every preparation be arrayed. That day alone is a fair day and a truly auspicious one on which Rama becomes heir apparent.

  5. Verse 5

    caupāī mudita mahipati maṃdira āe| sevaka saciva sumaṃtru bolāe|| kahi jayajīva sīsa tinha nāe| bhūpa sumaṃgala bacana sunāe|| jauṃ pā~cahi mata lāgai nīkā| karahu haraṣi hiya~ rāmahi ṭīkā|| maṃtrī mudita sunata priya bānī| abhimata birava~ pareu janu pānī|| binatī saciva karahi kara jorī| jiahu jagatapati barisa karorī|| jaga maṃgala bhala kāju bicārā| begia nātha na lāia bārā|| nṛpahi modu suni saciva subhāṣā| baṛhata bauṃṛa janu lahī susākhā|| dohā/soraṭhā kaheu bhūpa munirāja kara joi joi āyasu hoi| rāma rāja abhiṣeka hita begi karahu soi soi||5||

    Meaning

    Delighted, the lord of earth came to his palace and summoned his servants, his ministers and Sumantra. Crying Long may you live, they bowed their heads, and the king told them the auspicious news: If the council judges it good, then with glad hearts perform the anointing of Rama. The ministers were overjoyed to hear those welcome words, as though water had fallen upon the seedling of their own wish. With folded hands they made their petition: Lord of the world, may you live ten million years. You have resolved upon a good work, a blessing for all the world; hasten, master, and let there be no delay. The king took joy in the ministers' fine speech, as a spreading vine takes joy in finding a strong branch. Then the king said: Whatever the command of the king of sages may be, do that at once, and all of it, for the sake of Rama's royal consecration.

  6. Verse 6

    caupāī haraṣi munīsa kaheu mṛdu bānī| ānahu sakala sutīratha pānī|| auṣadha mūla phūla phala pānā| kahe nāma gani maṃgala nānā|| cāmara carama basana bahu bhā~tī| roma pāṭa paṭa aganita jātī|| manigana maṃgala bastu anekā| jo jaga jogu bhūpa abhiṣekā|| beda bidita kahi sakala bidhānā| kaheu racahu pura bibidha bitānā|| saphala rasāla pūgaphala kerā| ropahu bīthinha pura cahu~ pherā|| racahu maṃju mani caukeṃ cārū| kahahu banāvana begi bajārū|| pūjahu ganapati gura kuladevā| saba bidhi karahu bhūmisura sevā|| dohā/soraṭhā dhvaja patāka torana kalasa sajahu turaga ratha nāga| sira dhari munibara bacana sabu nija nija kājahiṃ lāga||6||

    Meaning

    Gladly the lord of sages spoke in gentle words: Fetch water from every holy ford, and herbs, roots, flowers, fruit and leaves — and he named and counted over many things of good omen. Chowries, hides, garments of many kinds, woollen and silken cloths of countless sorts, heaps of jewels and many an auspicious article, whatever in the world is fit for the consecration of a king. Setting out all the ordinances the Vedas make known, he said: Raise pavilions of every sort throughout the city. Plant fruit-laden mango, areca and plantain along the streets, all round the city. Lay out lovely squares patterned with gems, and give word for the markets to be decked at once. Worship Ganapati, the preceptor and the family deities, and serve the brahmins, the gods of earth, in every way. Set up flagstaffs, banners, festal arches and water-jars, and array the horses, the chariots and the elephants. Taking the great sage's words upon their heads, they all turned, each man to his own task.

  7. Verse 7

    caupāī jo munīsa jehi āyasu dīnhā| so tehiṃ kāju prathama janu kīnhā|| bipra sādhu sura pūjata rājā| karata rāma hita maṃgala kājā|| sunata rāma abhiṣeka suhāvā| bāja gahāgaha avadha badhāvā|| rāma sīya tana saguna janāe| pharakahiṃ maṃgala aṃga suhāe|| pulaki saprema parasapara kahahīṃ| bharata āgamanu sūcaka ahahīṃ|| bhae bahuta dina ati avaserī| saguna pratīti bheṃṭa priya kerī|| bharata sarisa priya ko jaga māhīṃ| ihai saguna phalu dūsara nāhīṃ|| rāmahi baṃdhu soca dina rātī| aṃḍanhi kamaṭha hradau jehi bhā~tī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi avasara maṃgalu parama suni raha~seu ranivāsu| sobhata lakhi bidhu baṛhata janu bāridhi bīci bilāsu||7||

    Meaning

    Whatever charge the lord of sages laid upon each man, that man seemed to have finished it before all others. The king worshipped brahmins, holy men and gods, performing auspicious rites for Rama's welfare. At the news of Rama's lovely consecration, festive music of congratulation rang out in swelling waves through Ayodhya. Auspicious signs declared themselves in the bodies of Rama and Sita: their fair limbs throbbed with good omen. Thrilled with love, the two said to one another that these signs foretold Bharata's coming. 'Many days have gone by and the longing is great; the omens give assurance of a meeting with one who is dear. Who in the world is as dear as Bharata? This and nothing else is the fruit of the omen.' Rama carried the thought of his brother day and night, the way a tortoise keeps her eggs alive by holding them in her mind. At that hour, hearing the supremely happy news, the queens' apartments rejoiced, and were as glorious to look on as the play of waves swelling in the sea when the moon is seen to wax.

  8. Verse 8

    caupāī prathama jāi jinha bacana sunāe| bhūṣana basana bhūri tinha pāe|| prema pulaki tana mana anurāgīṃ| maṃgala kalasa sajana saba lāgīṃ|| caukeṃ cāru sumitrā~ purī| manimaya bibidha bhā~ti ati rurī|| āna~da magana rāma mahatārī| die dāna bahu bipra ha~kārī|| pūjīṃ grāmadebi sura nāgā| kaheu bahori dena balibhāgā|| jehi bidhi hoi rāma kalyānū| dehu dayā kari so baradānū|| gāvahiṃ maṃgala kokilabayanīṃ| bidhubadanīṃ mṛgasāvakanayanīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma rāja abhiṣeku suni hiya~ haraṣe nara nāri| lage sumaṃgala sajana saba bidhi anukūla bicāri||8||

    Meaning

    Those who went first and delivered the news received ornaments and raiment in abundance. Thrilled with love, their minds full of affection, the women set about arranging the auspicious jars. Sumitra drew beautiful squares of many kinds, jewelled and exceedingly fine. Rama's mother, drowned in joy, called brahmins to her and gave much away in charity. She worshipped the village goddesses, the gods and the nagas, and undertook to give them their share of offerings hereafter, praying, 'In your mercy grant that boon by which Rama's welfare may come about.' Women with the voice of the cuckoo, faces like the moon and eyes like a fawn's sang songs of blessing. Hearing of Rama's royal consecration, men and women rejoiced in their hearts, and, judging Providence favourable, all fell to preparing what so happy an occasion required.

  9. Verse 9

    caupāī taba naranāha~ basiṣṭhu bolāe| rāmadhāma sikha dena paṭhāe|| gura āgamanu sunata raghunāthā| dvāra āi pada nāyau māthā|| sādara aragha dei ghara āne| soraha bhā~ti pūji sanamāne|| gahe carana siya sahita bahorī| bole rāmu kamala kara jorī|| sevaka sadana svāmi āgamanū| maṃgala mūla amaṃgala damanū|| tadapi ucita janu boli saprītī| paṭhaia kāja nātha asi nītī|| prabhutā taji prabhu kīnha sanehū| bhayau punīta āju yahu gehū|| āyasu hoi so karauṃ gosāī| sevaka lahai svāmi sevakāī|| dohā/soraṭhā suni saneha sāne bacana muni raghubarahi prasaṃsa| rāma kasa na tumha kahahu asa haṃsa baṃsa avataṃsa||9||

    Meaning

    Then the king summoned Vasishtha and sent him to Rama's house with his instructions. Hearing that his guru had come, Raghunatha came out to the door and bowed his head at his feet. Offering him water in homage, he brought him into the house and honoured him with worship of sixteen kinds. Then, with Sita, he clasped his feet again, and Rama spoke with lotus hands joined: 'When a master comes to a servant's house, that is the very root of good fortune and the undoing of all ill. Even so, lord, the fitting thing would have been to call the servant kindly and send him about the work; such is the rule. You have laid your greatness aside and shown me love, and by that this house is hallowed today. Whatever your command may be, master, I shall carry it out; a servant's whole gain is the service of his lord.' Hearing words so steeped in affection, the sage praised the best of Raghu's line: 'Rama, why should you not speak so, you who are the ornament of the Hamsa line?'

  10. Verse 10

    caupāī barani rāma guna sīlu subhāū| bole prema pulaki munirāū|| bhūpa sajeu abhiṣeka samājū| cāhata dena tumhahi jubarājū|| rāma karahu saba saṃjama ājū| jauṃ bidhi kusala nibāhai kājū|| guru sikha dei rāya pahiṃ gayau| rāma hṛdaya~ asa bisamau bhayaū|| janame eka saṃga saba bhāī| bhojana sayana keli larikāī|| karanabedha upabīta biāhā| saṃga saṃga saba bhae uchāhā|| bimala baṃsa yahu anucita ekū| baṃdhu bihāi baṛehi abhiṣekū|| prabhu saprema pachitāni suhāī| harau bhagata mana kai kuṭilāī|| dohā/soraṭhā tehi avasara āe lakhana magana prema ānaṃda| sanamāne priya bacana kahi raghukula kairava caṃda||10||

    Meaning

    Describing Rama's virtues, his gentleness and his nature, the lord of sages spoke, thrilled with love: 'The king has made ready all the apparatus of consecration; he wishes to give you the office of heir apparent. Rama, keep every rule and restraint today, that Providence may carry the business safely through.' The guru gave his instruction and went back to the king; and in Rama's heart there rose this misgiving: 'All of us brothers were born together; together we ate, slept and played as children. The piercing of the ears, the sacred thread, the marriages — every festival came to us all at once. In this stainless house this one thing is unfitting, that the brothers should be passed over and the eldest alone consecrated.' May the Lord's loving and lovely regret take away the crookedness of his devotees' minds. At that moment Lakshmana came, lost in love and joy, and Rama, the moon to the night-lily of Raghu's line, honoured him with affectionate words.

  11. Verse 11

    caupāī bājahiṃ bājane bibidha bidhānā| pura pramodu nahiṃ jāi bakhānā|| bharata āgamanu sakala manāvahiṃ| āvahu~ begi nayana phalu pāvahiṃ|| hāṭa bāṭa ghara galīṃ athāī| kahahiṃ parasapara loga logāī|| kāli lagana bhali ketika bārā| pūjihi bidhi abhilāṣu hamārā|| kanaka siṃghāsana sīya sametā| baiṭhahiṃ rāmu hoi cita cetā|| sakala kahahiṃ kaba hoihi kālī| bighana manāvahiṃ deva kucālī|| tinhahi sohāi na avadha badhāvā| corahi caṃdini rāti na bhāvā|| sārada boli binaya sura karahīṃ| bārahiṃ bāra pāya lai parahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā bipati hamāri biloki baṛi mātu karia soi āju| rāmu jāhiṃ bana rāju taji hoi sakala surakāju||11||

    Meaning

    Instruments of every kind sounded, and the city's delight was past telling. Everyone prayed for Bharata's coming: 'Let him come quickly, and our eyes will win their reward.' In markets and roads, in houses, lanes and meeting places, men and women said to one another, 'Tomorrow — at what hour does the good conjunction fall? Will the Creator fulfil our longing? When Rama sits with Sita upon the golden throne, our hearts will come to life.' All were asking when tomorrow would come; but the gods, bent on mischief, were praying for an obstacle. The rejoicing of Ayodhya was not to their liking, as a night of bright moonlight brings no joy to a thief. They called upon Sharada and made their plea, falling at her feet again and again: 'Mother, look upon our great distress and do this day the thing by which Rama shall give up the kingdom and go to the forest, and the whole purpose of the gods be achieved.'

  12. Verse 12

    caupāī suni sura binaya ṭhāṛhi pachitātī| bhaiu~ saroja bipina himarātī|| dekhi deva puni kahahiṃ nihorī| mātu tohi nahiṃ thoriu khorī|| bisamaya haraṣa rahita raghurāū| tumha jānahu saba rāma prabhāū|| jīva karama basa sukha dukha bhāgī| jāia avadha deva hita lāgī|| bāra bāra gahi carana sa~kocau| calī bicāri bibudha mati pocī|| ū~ca nivāsu nīci karatūtī| dekhi na sakahiṃ parāi bibhūtī|| āgila kāju bicāri bahorī| karahahiṃ cāha kusala kabi morī|| haraṣi hṛdaya~ dasaratha pura āī| janu graha dasā dusaha dukhadāī|| dohā/soraṭhā nāmu maṃtharā maṃdamati cerī kaikei keri| ajasa peṭārī tāhi kari gaī girā mati pheri||12||

    Meaning

    Hearing the gods' plea she stood there full of regret: 'For a grove of lotuses I have turned out to be a night of frost.' Seeing this, the gods pressed her again: 'Mother, not the least blame falls upon you. The Lord of the Raghus is untouched by dismay or delight, and you know all of Rama's power. It is the soul, bound by its own deeds, that takes its share of pleasure and pain. Go to Ayodhya for the good of the gods.' Clasping her feet over and over they put her under obligation, and she went her way reflecting that the wit of the gods was mean: their dwelling is lofty, their conduct low, and they cannot bear the sight of another's prosperity. Then, weighing the work that lay ahead, she considered that wise poets would still hold her dear. Glad at heart she came to Dasharatha's city, like the onset of a cruel and sorrow-dealing course of planets. Kaikeyi had a dull-witted maid named Manthara; making her the basket of ill-fame, the goddess of speech turned her mind and went away.

  13. Verse 13

    caupāī dīkha maṃtharā nagaru banāvā| maṃjula maṃgala bāja badhāvā|| pūchesi loganha kāha uchāhū| rāma tilaku suni bhā ura dāhū|| karai bicāru kubuddhi kujātī| hoi akāju kavani bidhi rātī|| dekhi lāgi madhu kuṭila kirātī| jimi gava~ takai leu~ kehi bhā~tī|| bharata mātu pahiṃ gai bilakhānī| kā anamani hasi kaha ha~si rānī|| ūtaru dei na lei usāsū| nāri carita kari ḍhārai ā~sū|| ha~si kaha rāni gālu baṛa toreṃ| dīnha lakhana sikha asa mana moreṃ|| tabahu~ na bola ceri baṛi pāpini| chāṛi svāsa kāri janu sā~pini|| dohā/soraṭhā sabhaya rāni kaha kahasi kina kusala rāmu mahipālu| lakhanu bharatu ripudamanu suni bhā kubarī ura sālu||13||

    Meaning

    Manthara saw the city decked out and heard the sweet festive music of congratulation. She asked the people what the rejoicing was about, and when she heard of Rama's anointing her heart caught fire. Evil-witted and base-born, she turned it over in her mind: by what means could the business be spoilt that very night? She was like a cunning Kirata woman who, having marked where the honey hangs, bides her time and considers how she may carry it off. Wearing a woebegone face she went to Bharata's mother, and the queen laughed and asked, 'Why so out of sorts?' She would give no answer, only drew long sighs, and with a woman's practised art let her tears fall. Laughing again the queen said, 'Your tongue has grown very bold. I fancy Lakshmana has given you a lesson.' Even then the wicked maid would not speak, but only breathed hard like a black she-serpent. Alarmed now, the queen said, 'Why will you not speak? Is all well with Rama and with the king, with Lakshmana, Bharata and Ripudamana?' Hearing that, the hunchback felt a sharp pang in her heart.

  14. Verse 14

    caupāī kata sikha dei hamahi kou māī| gālu karaba kehi kara balu pāī|| rāmahi chāṛi kusala kehi ājū| jehi janesu dei jubarājū|| bhayau kausilahi bidhi ati dāhina| dekhata garaba rahata ura nāhina|| dekhehu kasa na jāi saba sobhā| jo avaloki mora manu chobhā|| pūtu bidesa na socu tumhāreṃ| jānati hahu basa nāhu hamāreṃ|| nīda bahuta priya seja turāī| lakhahu na bhūpa kapaṭa caturāī|| suni priya bacana malina manu jānī| jhukī rāni aba rahu aragānī|| puni asa kabahu~ kahasi gharaphorī| taba dhari jībha kaṛhāvau~ torī|| dohā/soraṭhā kāne khore kūbare kuṭila kucālī jāni| tiya biseṣi puni ceri kahi bharatamātu musukāni||14||

    Meaning

    Manthara answered, 'Why should anyone trouble to school me, mother? On whose strength would I be pert? Leaving Rama aside, who is well today, seeing that it is to him the king gives the office of crown prince? Fate has turned wholly favourable to Kaushalya; to look at her, her heart cannot hold its pride. Why do you not go and see all that splendour, the sight that has churned my mind? Your son is away in another land and you feel no anxiety; you fancy your husband is in your keeping. Sleep is very dear to you, and your quilted bed, and you never perceive the king's crafty guile.' Hearing words spoken as though in affection, yet knowing the maid's mind to be foul, the queen bridled and said, 'Now hold your peace. If you ever talk like this again, you home-breaker, I shall have your tongue seized and drawn out.' Then Bharata's mother said with a smile, 'The one-eyed, the lame and the hunchbacked are known to be crooked and full of mischief; the more so when the creature is a woman, and a serving-maid besides.'

  15. Verse 15

    caupāī priyabādini sikha dīnhiu~ tohī| sapanehu~ to para kopu na mohī|| sudinu sumaṃgala dāyaku soī| tora kahā phura jehi dina hoī|| jeṭha svāmi sevaka laghu bhāī| yaha dinakara kula rīti suhāī|| rāma tilaku jauṃ sā~cehu~ kālī| deu~ māgu mana bhāvata ālī|| kausalyā sama saba mahatārī| rāmahi sahaja subhāya~ piārī|| mo para karahiṃ sanehu biseṣī| maiṃ kari prīti parīchā dekhī|| jauṃ bidhi janamu dei kari chohū| hohu~ rāma siya pūta putohū|| prāna teṃ adhika rāmu priya moreṃ| tinha keṃ tilaka chobhu kasa toreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata sapatha tohi satya kahu parihari kapaṭa durāu| haraṣa samaya bisamau karasi kārana mohi sunāu||15||

    Meaning

    Kaikeyi said, 'You sweet-spoken thing, I only gave you a scolding; not even in a dream am I angry with you. That day is a good day and a giver of blessing on which your words come true. The eldest is master and the younger brothers his servants: this is the goodly custom of the solar line. If Rama's anointing is truly to be tomorrow, then ask, my friend, whatever pleases your heart, and I will give it. To Rama every mother is the same as Kaushalya; by his very nature they are dear to him. To me he shows a special love, and I have tested that affection and seen it for myself. If the Creator in kindness grants me another birth, let Rama and Sita be my son and my son's wife. Rama is dearer to me than life itself; why then should his anointing distress you? I put you on Bharata's oath: speak the truth and put away deceit and concealment. At a time of rejoicing you show grief, so let me hear the reason.'

  16. Verse 16

    caupāī ekahiṃ bāra āsa saba pūjī| aba kachu kahaba jībha kari dūjī|| phorai jogu kapāru abhāgā| bhaleu kahata dukha raurehi lāgā|| kahahiṃ jhūṭhi phuri bāta banāī| te priya tumhahi karui maiṃ māī|| hamahu~ kahabi aba ṭhakurasohātī| nāhiṃ ta mauna rahaba dinu rātī|| kari kurūpa bidhi parabasa kīnhā| bavā so lunia lahia jo dīnhā|| kou nṛpa hou hamahi kā hānī| ceri chāṛi aba hoba ki rānī|| jārai jogu subhāu hamārā| anabhala dekhi na jāi tumhārā|| tāteṃ kachuka bāta anusārī| chamia debi baṛi cūka hamārī|| dohā/soraṭhā gūṛha kapaṭa priya bacana suni tīya adharabudhi rāni| suramāyā basa bairinihi suhda jāni patiāni||16||

    Meaning

    Manthara said, 'At one stroke all my hopes are fulfilled; now I shall speak again only when I have got myself a second tongue. This luckless brow of mine deserves to be broken, since even when I speak for your good you take it ill. Those who dress up lies as truth are dear to you, and I taste bitter, mother. Very well, from now on I too will say only what flatters my mistress, and if not that, then I shall keep silent day and night. The Creator made me ill-favoured and dependent on others; one reaps what one has sown and receives what has been given. Let whoever will be king, what do I lose by it? Shall I be anything but a maid, am I to become a queen? This nature of mine deserves to be burnt, for it cannot bear to see harm come to you. That is why I broached the matter a little. Forgive me, my lady, my great fault.' Hearing these words, sweet on the surface and deeply treacherous within, the queen, a woman of shallow understanding, fell under the spell of the gods' bewitchment and, taking her enemy for a well-wisher, trusted her.

  17. Verse 17

    caupāī sādara puni puni pū~chati ohī| sabarī gāna mṛgī janu mohī|| tasi mati phirī ahai jasi bhābī| rahasī ceri ghāta janu phābī|| tumha pū~chahu maiṃ kahata ḍerāū~| dhareu mora gharaphorī nāū~|| saji pratīti bahubidhi gaṛhi cholī| avadha sāṛhasātī taba bolī|| priya siya rāmu kahā tumha rānī| rāmahi tumha priya so phuri bānī|| rahā prathama aba te dina bīte| samau phireṃ ripu hohiṃ piṃrīte|| bhānu kamala kula poṣanihārā| binu jala jāri karai soi chārā|| jari tumhāri caha savati ukhārī| rū~dhahu kari upāu bara bārī|| dohā/soraṭhā tumhahi na socu sohāga bala nija basa jānahu rāu| mana malīna muha mīṭha nṛpa rāura sarala subhāu||17||

    Meaning

    Respectfully the queen asked her again and again, like a doe charmed by a hunter woman's song. Her mind turned just as destiny had appointed, and the maid rejoiced within, as though her stroke had gone home. 'You ask me, but I am afraid to speak, for you have fixed the name of home-breaker upon me.' Having built up trust in a hundred ways, shaping and paring her story, that seven-and-a-half years' affliction of Ayodhya then spoke: 'You said, O queen, that Sita and Rama are dear to you and that you are dear to Rama, and that word was true. So it was at first, but those days are past; when the season turns, the beloved become enemies. The sun is the sustainer of the lotus family, yet let the water be gone and that same sun burns the lotus to ashes. Your co-wife means to tear up your very root; check her by some device and raise a strong fence about yourself. You feel no anxiety, resting on the strength of your wedded fortune, and you think the king is in your keeping. But the king is foul within and sweet of mouth, while your own nature is guileless and plain.'

  18. Verse 18

    caupāī catura ga~bhīra rāma mahatārī| bīcu pāi nija bāta sa~vārī|| paṭhae bharatu bhūpa naniaureṃ| rāma mātu mata jānava raureṃ|| sevahiṃ sakala savati mohi nīkeṃ| garabita bharata mātu bala pī keṃ|| sālu tumhāra kausilahi māī| kapaṭa catura nahiṃ hoi janāī|| rājahi tumha para premu biseṣī| savati subhāu sakai nahiṃ dekhī|| racī praṃpacu bhūpahi apanāī| rāma tilaka hita lagana dharāī|| yaha kula ucita rāma kahu~ ṭīkā| sabahi sohāi mohi suṭhi nīkā|| āgili bāta samujhi ḍaru mohī| deu daiu phiri so phalu ohī|| dohā/soraṭhā raci paci koṭika kuṭilapana kīnhesi kapaṭa prabodhu|| kahisi kathā sata savati kai jehi bidhi bāṛha birodhu||18||

    Meaning

    Manthara went on, 'Rama's mother is clever and deep, and finding her opening she has arranged her own affair. The king sent Bharata away to his mother's kin, and you may take it, my lady, that this was Rama's mother's counsel. She reckons that all the co-wives serve her well, and that only Bharata's mother is proud on her husband's strength. You are the thorn in Kaushalya's side, mother; she is so skilled in deceit that nothing of it shows. The king loves you above the others, and a co-wife's nature cannot endure the sight of it. So she has spun her web, won the king over, and had an auspicious hour fixed for Rama's anointing. To give Rama the tilak befits the family; it pleases everybody, and to me it is exceedingly welcome. It is what is to come, when I consider it, that frightens me; may God turn that fruit back upon her.' Contriving and cooking up ten million crooked devices, she practised her deceitful awakening on the queen, and told a hundred tales of co-wives, of such a sort that the enmity grew.

  19. Verse 19

    caupāī bhāvī basa pratīti ura āī| pū~cha rāni puni sapatha devāī|| kā pūchahu~ tumha abahu~ na jānā| nija hita anahita pasu pahicānā|| bhayau pākhu dina sajata samājū| tumha pāī sudhi mohi sana ājū|| khāia pahiria rāja tumhāreṃ| satya kaheṃ nahiṃ doṣu hamāreṃ|| jauṃ asatya kachu kahaba banāī| tau bidhi deihi hamahi sajāī|| rāmahi tilaka kāli jauṃ bhayaū| tumha kahu~ bipati bīju bidhi bayaū|| rekha kha~cāi kahau~ balu bhāṣī| bhāmini bhaihu dūdha kai mākhī|| jauṃ suta sahita karahu sevakāī| tau ghara rahahu na āna upāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kadrū~ binatahi dīnha dukhu tumhahi kausilā~ deba| bharatu baṃdigṛha seihahiṃ lakhanu rāma ke neba||19||

    Meaning

    Driven by what was destined, belief settled in her heart, and the queen questioned her again, making her swear to it. 'What is there to ask? Even now you have not understood — a beast knows its own good and harm. A full fortnight has gone by in the making of the arrangements, and only today have you had the news, and that from me. I eat and clothe myself by your rule; there is no fault in me if I speak the truth, and if I dress up a falsehood the Creator himself will punish me. Should Rama be anointed tomorrow, then the Creator has sown the seed of calamity for you. I draw a line and say it with all my force: lady, you have become the fly in the milk. If you and your son will consent to serve, then you may stay on in the house — there is no other way left. As Kadru dealt sorrow to Vinata, so will Kaushalya deal it to you; Bharata will keep to a prison house and Lakshmana will be Rama's deputy.'

  20. Verse 20

    caupāī kaikayasutā sunata kaṭu bānī| kahi na sakai kachu sahami sukhānī|| tana paseu kadalī jimi kā~pī| kubarīṃ dasana jībha taba cā~pī|| kahi kahi koṭika kapaṭa kahānī| dhīraju dharahu prabodhisi rānī|| phirā karamu priya lāgi kucālī| bakihi sarāhai māni marālī|| sunu maṃtharā bāta phuri torī| dahini ā~khi nita pharakai morī|| dina prati dekhau~ rāti kusapane| kahau~ na tohi moha basa apane|| kāha karau sakhi sūdha subhāū| dāhina bāma na jānau~ kāū|| dohā/soraṭhā apane calata na āju lagi anabhala kāhuka kīnha| kehiṃ agha ekahi bāra mohi daia~ dusaha dukhu dīnha||20||

    Meaning

    Hearing these bitter words the daughter of Kekaya could say nothing; she shrank in terror and went dry. Sweat broke out over her body and she shook like a plantain, and the hunchback then bit her tongue between her teeth. Then, telling a million crafty tales, she soothed the queen and bade her keep her courage. Fate had turned: the crooked scheme grew dear to her, and she praised the heron, taking it for a swan. 'Listen, Manthara,' she said, 'your words are true. My right eye throbs day after day, and night after night I see evil dreams; in my own blindness I never spoke of them to you. What am I to do, friend? My nature is plain and straight — I have never known the right hand from the left. By my own conduct I have to this day done harm to no one. For what sin, then, has fate given me sorrow so unbearable, and all at one stroke?'

  21. Verse 21

    caupāī naihara janamu bharaba baru jāi| jiata na karabi savati sevakāī|| ari basa daiu jiāvata jāhī| maranu nīka tehi jīvana cāhī|| dīna bacana kaha bahubidhi rānī| suni kubarīṃ tiyamāyā ṭhānī|| asa kasa kahahu māni mana ūnā| sukhu sohāgu tumha kahu~ dina dūnā|| jehiṃ rāura ati anabhala tākā| soi pāihi yahu phalu paripākā|| jaba teṃ kumata sunā maiṃ svāmini| bhūkha na bāsara nīṃda na jāmini|| pū~cheu guninha rekha tinha khā~cī| bharata bhuāla hohiṃ yaha sā~cī|| bhāmini karahu ta kahauṃ upāū| hai tumharīṃ sevā basa rāū|| dohā/soraṭhā parau~ kūpa tua bacana para sakau~ pūta pati tyāgi| kahasi mora dukhu dekhi baṛa kasa na karaba hita lāgi||21||

    Meaning

    'I would sooner go and live out my whole life in my father's house than serve a co-wife while I breathe. When fate keeps someone alive in the power of an enemy, death is better for that one than living.' The queen spoke piteously in many ways, and hearing her the hunchback set her woman's guile to work. 'Why speak so, and let your heart sink? Your happiness and your wedded fortune will double by the day. Whoever has plotted this great harm against you will reap the ripened fruit of it. From the hour I heard of this evil design, mistress, I have had no hunger by day and no sleep by night. I asked those who know, and they drew out their figures: Bharata shall be king — that is certain. Lady, if you will act, I will tell you the means; the king is held fast by your service.' 'At your word I would drop into a well,' said Kaikeyi. 'I could give up son and husband both. You speak only because you see how great my sorrow is — why then would you not act for my good?'

  22. Verse 22

    caupāī kubarīṃ kari kabulī kaikeī| kapaṭa churī ura pāhana ṭeī|| lakhai na rāni nikaṭa dukhu kaiṃse| carai harita tina balipasu jaiseṃ|| sunata bāta mṛdu aṃta kaṭhorī| deti manahu~ madhu māhura ghorī|| kahai ceri sudhi ahai ki nāhī| svāmini kahihu kathā mohi pāhīṃ|| dui baradāna bhūpa sana thātī| māgahu āju juṛāvahu chātī|| sutahi rāju rāmahi banavāsū| dehu lehu saba savati hulāsu|| bhūpati rāma sapatha jaba karaī| taba māgehu jehiṃ bacanu na ṭaraī|| hoi akāju āju nisi bīteṃ| bacanu mora priya mānehu jī teṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā baṛa kughātu kari pātakini kahesi kopagṛha~ jāhu| kāju sa~vārehu sajaga sabu sahasā jani patiāhu||22||

    Meaning

    So the hunchback brought Kaikeyi to consent, whetting the knife of her deceit upon the stone of that heart. The queen could not see the ruin standing at her elbow, as the beast marked for sacrifice goes on cropping the green grass. The words were soft to hear and cruel in their end, as though she were serving out honey stirred with poison. 'Do you remember, mistress, or not?' said the maid. 'You told me the story yourself: two boons lie with the king, held in trust. Ask for them today and cool your breast — the kingdom for your son, the forest for Rama. Give the one, take the other, and take away all the co-wife's gladness. When the king swears by Rama, ask then, so that his word cannot be turned aside. If this night passes the work is spoilt: hold my word dearer than your own life.' Having wrought this great mischief, the sinful woman said, 'Go now to the chamber of wrath. Manage the whole business wide awake, and do not be quick to trust.'

  23. Verse 23

    caupāī kubarihi rāni prānapriya jānī| bāra bāra baṛi buddhi bakhānī|| tohi sama hita na mora saṃsārā| bahe jāta kai bhaisi adhārā|| jauṃ bidhi puraba manorathu kālī| karauṃ tohi cakha pūtari ālī|| bahubidhi cerihi ādaru deī| kopabhavana gavani kaikeī|| bipati bīju baraṣā ritu cerī| bhui~ bhai kumati kaikeī kerī|| pāi kapaṭa jalu aṃkura jāmā| bara dou dala dukha phala parināmā|| kopa samāju sāji sabu soī| rāju karata nija kumati bigoī|| rāura nagara kolāhalu hoī| yaha kucāli kachu jāna na koī|| dohā/soraṭhā pramudita pura nara nāri| saba sajahiṃ sumaṃgalacāra| eka prabisahiṃ eka nirgamahiṃ bhīra bhūpa darabāra||23||

    Meaning

    The queen held the hunchback dear as her own life and praised her great wit over and over. 'In all the world I have no well-wisher like you; to one already being swept away you have become a support. If the Creator fulfils my desire tomorrow, then, dear friend, I will keep you as the pupil of my eye.' Honouring the maid in every way, Kaikeyi went off to the chamber of wrath. Calamity was the seed and the maid the season of rain, and Kaikeyi's crooked mind was the ground it fell upon. Fed with the water of deceit the shoot came up, the two boons were its pair of leaves, and grief was the fruit at the last. She laid out the whole apparatus of anger and lay down: reigning as she was, she undid herself by her own bad counsel. In the palace and in the city there was a joyful uproar, and of this wicked scheme nobody knew a thing. The men and women of the city were full of delight and all were setting out the rites of good fortune; some going in, some coming out, there was a press of people at the king's court.

  24. Verse 24

    caupāī bāla sakhā suna hiya~ haraṣāhīṃ| mili dasa pā~ca rāma pahiṃ jāhīṃ|| prabhu ādarahiṃ premu pahicānī| pū~chahiṃ kusala khema mṛdu bānī|| phirahiṃ bhavana priya āyasu pāī| karata parasapara rāma baṛāī|| ko raghubīra sarisa saṃsārā| sīlu saneha nibāhanihārā| jeṃhi jeṃhi joni karama basa bhramahīṃ| taha~ taha~ īsu deu yaha hamahīṃ|| sevaka hama svāmī siyanāhū| hou nāta yaha ora nibāhū|| asa abhilāṣu nagara saba kāhū| kaikayasutā hdaya~ ati dāhū|| ko na kusaṃgati pāi nasāī| rahai na nīca mateṃ caturāī|| dohā/soraṭhā sā~sa samaya sānaṃda nṛpu gayau kaikeī geha~| gavanu niṭhuratā nikaṭa kiya janu dhari deha saneha~||24||

    Meaning

    Hearing the news, Rama's boyhood companions rejoiced in their hearts and went to him in tens and fives together. The Lord received them with honour, knowing their love, and asked after their health and welfare in gentle speech. Taking leave of their beloved they turned homewards, praising Rama to one another: 'Who in the world is like Raghubira, who carries good nature and affection through to the end? In whatever wombs our deeds may set us wandering, may God grant us there only this — that we be the servants and Sita's Lord the master, and may this bond be kept up to the last.' Such was the longing of every soul in the city, while in the heart of the Kekaya princess there was a fierce burning. Who is not ruined by falling into bad company? No sharpness of wit survives once base counsel is taken. At the evening hour the king went in gladness to Kaikeyi's house — as though affection had taken a body and walked up to cruelty.

  25. Verse 25

    caupāī kopabhavana suni sakuceu rāu| bhaya basa agahuṛa parai na pāū|| surapati basai bāha~bala jāke| narapati sakala rahahiṃ rukha tākeṃ|| so suni tiya risa gayau sukhāī| dekhahu kāma pratāpa baṛāī|| sūla kulisa asi a~gavanihāre| te ratinātha sumana sara māre|| sabhaya naresu priyā pahiṃ gayaū| dekhi dasā dukhu dāruna bhayaū|| bhūmi sayana paṭu moṭa purānā| die ḍāri tana bhūṣaṇa nānā|| kumatihi kasi kubeṣatā phābī| ana ahivātu sūca janu bhābī|| jāi nikaṭa nṛpu kaha mṛdu bānī| prānapriyā kehi hetu risānī||

    Meaning

    Hearing of the chamber of wrath, the king shrank back; fear held him so that his foot would not go forward. He by the might of whose arm Indra himself dwelt secure, upon whose least look all kings waited, withered away at the news of a woman's anger. Behold the might and greatness of Kama: those who take trident, thunderbolt and sword upon their bodies unflinching are laid low by the flower-arrows of Rati's lord. In fear the king went to his beloved, and seeing her state his grief was terrible. She lay on the bare ground in a coarse old wrap, the many ornaments flung off her body. How well that squalid dress became the evil-minded woman, as though fate were signalling the coming ruin of her wedded state. Drawing near, the king spoke in gentle words: 'Dearest as life, for what reason are you angry?'

  26. Verse 26

    caupāī anahita tora priyā kei~ kīnhā| kehi dui sira kehi jamu caha līnhā|| kahu kehi raṃkahi karau naresū| kahu kehi nṛpahi nikāsauṃ desū|| sakau~ tora ari amarau mārī| kāha kīṭa bapure nara nārī|| jānasi mora subhāu barorū| manu tava ānana caṃda cakorū|| priyā prāna suta sarabasu moreṃ| parijana prajā sakala basa toreṃ|| jauṃ kachu kahau kapaṭu kari tohī| bhāmini rāma sapatha sata mohī|| bihasi māgu manabhāvati bātā| bhūṣana sajahi manohara gātā|| gharī kugharī samujhi jiya~ dekhū| begi priyā pariharahi kubeṣū|| dohā/soraṭhā yaha suni mana guni sapatha baṛi bihasi uṭhī matimaṃda| bhūṣana sajati biloki mṛgu manahu~ kirātini phaṃda||26||

    Meaning

    'Who has wronged you, my love? Who wears two heads on his shoulders; whom does Yama wish to carry off? Say which beggar I should make a king, say which king I should drive out of his realm. Your enemy I can kill though he be a god; what then are wretched men and women, mere insects? You know my nature, fair one: my mind is a chakora bird and your face its moon. Beloved, my life, my sons, my whole substance, my household and all my people are in your hands. If I speak one word to you in guile, lady, let a hundred oaths by Rama lie upon my head. Smile, and ask whatever pleases your heart; deck your lovely limbs with ornaments. Weigh in your mind which hour is fitting and which is not, and quickly, beloved, put off this squalid dress.' Hearing this and turning that great oath over in her mind, the dull-witted woman rose smiling, and began to put on her ornaments as a huntress of the woods sights a deer and sets her snare.

  27. Verse 27

    caupāī puni kaha rāu suhrada jiya~ jānī| prema pulaki mṛdu maṃjula bānī|| bhāmini bhayau tora manabhāvā| ghara ghara nagara anaṃda badhāvā|| rāmahi deu~ kāli jubarājū| sajahi sulocani maṃgala sājū|| dalaki uṭheu suni hradau kaṭhorū| janu chui gayau pāka baratorū|| aisiu pīra bihasi tehi goī| cora nāri jimi pragaṭi na roī|| lakhahiṃ na bhūpa kapaṭa caturāī| koṭi kuṭila mani gurū paṛhāī|| jadyapi nīti nipuna naranāhū| nāricarita jalanidhi avagāhū|| kapaṭa sanehu baṛhāi bahorī| bolī bihasi nayana muhu morī|| dohā/soraṭhā māgu māgu pai kahahu piya kabahu~ na dehu na lehu| dena kahehu baradāna dui teu pāvata saṃdehu||27||

    Meaning

    Then the king, taking her in his heart for a well-wisher and thrilling with love, spoke in soft and lovely words: 'Lady, what your heart desired has come about; in house after house across the city there is rejoicing and celebration. Tomorrow I shall install Rama as heir-apparent; fair-eyed one, put on festive attire.' At that her hard heart throbbed with pain, as though a ripened boil had been touched. Even such a pang she hid behind a smile, as a thief's wife cannot weep openly. The king did not see through her artful deceit; the crest-jewel of a million crooked women had been well tutored by her teacher. Though he was skilled in statecraft, the ways of women are an ocean past sounding. Then, heightening her feigned affection, turning away her eyes and her face, she said with a smile: 'You say ask, ask, my love, but you never give and never take. You promised two boons, and even those I doubt I shall obtain.'

  28. Verse 28

    caupāī jāneu~ maramu rāu ha~si kahaī| tumhahi kohāba parama priya ahaī|| thāti rākhi na māgihu kāū| bisari gayau mohi bhora subhāū|| jhūṭhehu~ hamahi doṣu jani dehū| dui kai cāri māgi maku lehū|| raghukula rīti sadā cali āī| prāna jāhu~ baru bacanu na jāī|| nahiṃ asatya sama pātaka puṃjā| giri sama hohiṃ ki koṭika guṃjā|| satyamūla saba sukṛta suhāe| beda purāna bidita manu gāe|| tehi para rāma sapatha kari āī| sukṛta saneha avadhi raghurāī|| bāta dṛṛhāi kumati ha~si bolī| kumata kubihaga kulaha janu kholī|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūpa manoratha subhaga banu sukha subihaṃga samāju| bhillani jimi chāṛana cahati bacanu bhayaṃkaru bāju||28||

    Meaning

    The king said with a laugh, 'I have found out the secret: sulking is very dear to you. You left the boons with me in trust and never asked for them, and I forgot; forgetfulness is my nature. Do not lay a false charge on me; ask and take four instead of two. This custom has always come down in Raghu's line: life may go, but the given word must not. There is no heap of sins to equal untruth; can ten million gunja berries weigh as much as a mountain? All fair and virtuous deeds are rooted in truth; the Vedas and Puranas declare it and Manu has sung it. Besides, I have come having sworn by Rama, and Raghurai is the very measure of my merit and my love.' Having thus made the matter fast, the evil-minded woman spoke with a smile, as though she were slipping the hood off the wicked hawk of her design. The king's desire was a lovely wood and his joys the flock of fair birds within it; like a Bhil huntress she was about to loose upon them the dreadful hawk of her words.

  29. Verse 29

    caupāī sunahu prānapriya bhāvata jī kā| dehu eka bara bharatahi ṭīkā|| māgau~ dūsara bara kara jorī| puravahu nātha manoratha morī|| tāpasa beṣa biseṣi udāsī| caudaha barisa rāmu banabāsī|| suni mṛdu bacana bhūpa hiya~ sokū| sasi kara chuata bikala jimi kokū|| gayau sahami nahiṃ kachu kahi āvā| janu sacāna bana jhapaṭeu lāvā|| bibarana bhayau nipaṭa narapālū| dāmini haneu manahu~ taru tālū|| māthe hātha mūdi dou locana| tanu dhari socu lāga janu socana|| mora manorathu surataru phūlā| pharata karini jimi hateu samūlā|| avadha ujāri kīnhi kaikeīṃ| dīnhasi acala bipati kai neīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā kavaneṃ avasara kā bhayau gayau~ nāri bisvāsa| joga siddhi phala samaya jimi jatihi abidyā nāsa||29||

    Meaning

    'Listen, beloved as life, to what pleases my heart. Grant me one boon: the anointing of Bharata. The second boon I ask with folded hands; fulfil my desire, my lord: in the garb of an ascetic, wholly renounced, let Rama live in the forest for fourteen years.' At those soft words grief filled the king's heart, as the chakravaka is stricken when the moon's rays touch it. He was struck dumb with terror and could bring out no word, as though a hawk had swooped on a quail in the wood. All colour drained from the king, as though lightning had struck a palmyra. With his hand to his forehead and both eyes shut he sank into brooding, as though Care itself had put on a body and fallen to caring. 'My heart's desire was a tree of paradise in bloom; just as it came to fruit she has torn it up root and all, as a she-elephant would. Kaikeyi has laid Ayodhya waste and set an immovable foundation of calamity. At what a moment, and what a thing has come to pass! I placed my trust in a woman and am undone, as ignorance destroys an ascetic at the very hour when the fruit of his perfected yoga is ripe.'

  30. Verse 30

    caupāī ehi bidhi rāu manahiṃ mana jhā~khā| dekhi kubhā~ti kumati mana mākhā|| bharatu ki rāura pūta na hohīṃ| ānehu mola besāhi ki mohī|| jo suni saru asa lāga tumhāreṃ| kāhe na bolahu bacanu sa~bhāre|| dehu utaru anu karahu ki nāhīṃ| satyasaṃdha tumha raghukula māhīṃ|| dena kahehu aba jani baru dehū| tajahu~ satya jaga apajasu lehū|| satya sarāhi kahehu baru denā| jānehu leihi māgi cabenā|| sibi dadhīci bali jo kachu bhāṣā| tanu dhanu tajeu bacana panu rākhā|| ati kaṭu bacana kahati kaikeī| mānahu~ lona jare para deī|| dohā/soraṭhā dharama dhuraṃdhara dhīra dhari nayana ughāre rāya~| siru dhuni līnhi usāsa asi māresi mohi kuṭhāya~||30||

    Meaning

    So the king fretted inwardly. Seeing his wretched state, the evil-minded woman grew angry at heart. 'Is Bharata not your son? Or did you buy me for a price? If merely hearing it struck you like an arrow, why did you not weigh your words before you spoke? Give me an answer: do you consent or not? In Raghu's line you are called the man true to his word. You said you would give; now do not give the boons, forsake truth and earn the world's disgrace. You praised truth and promised the boons; you thought, no doubt, that I would beg for a handful of parched grain. Shibi, Dadhichi and Bali gave up body and wealth for whatever they had said, but kept the pledge of their word.' Kaikeyi spoke words of such bitterness, as if salt were being laid on a burn. The king, that foremost upholder of dharma, gathered his fortitude and opened his eyes; he beat his head and drew a long sigh: 'She has struck me in a mortal place.'

  31. Verse 31

    caupāī āgeṃ dīkhi jarata risa bhārī| manahu~ roṣa taravāri ughārī|| mūṭhi kubuddhi dhāra niṭhurāī| dharī kūbarīṃ sāna banāī|| lakhī mahīpa karāla kaṭhorā| satya ki jīvanu leihi morā|| bole rāu kaṭhina kari chātī| bānī sabinaya tāsu sohātī|| priyā bacana kasa kahasi kubhā~tī| bhīra pratīti prīti kari hā~tī|| moreṃ bharatu rāmu dui ā~khī| satya kahau~ kari saṃkarū sākhī|| avasi dūtu maiṃ paṭhaiba prātā| aihahiṃ begi sunata dou bhrātā|| sudina sodhi sabu sāju sajāī| deu~ bharata kahu~ rāju bajāī|| dohā/soraṭhā lobhu na rāmahi rāju kara bahuta bharata para prīti| maiṃ baṛa choṭa bicāri jiya~ karata raheu~ nṛpanīti||31||

    Meaning

    Before him he saw her burning with fierce anger, as though wrath itself stood there like a bared sword, hilted with crooked counsel and edged with pitilessness, which the hunchbacked woman had taken up and whetted on her stone. The king saw how dreadful and hard it was and thought: will it truly take my life? Steeling his breast, he spoke words courteous and pleasing to her: 'Beloved, why do you speak so ill? Why cast away trust and love at the very hour of trouble? Bharata and Rama are to me my two eyes; I say it truly, and I call Shankara to witness. I will certainly send a messenger at dawn, and the moment they hear it both brothers will come with all speed. I shall search out an auspicious day, have every preparation made, and give the kingdom to Bharata with drums beaten and proclamation. Rama has no greed for the throne, and he loves Bharata dearly; it was only weighing elder and younger in my mind that I was following the custom of kings.'

  32. Verse 32

    caupāī rāma sapatha sata kahuu~ subhāū| rāmamātu kachu kaheu na kāū|| maiṃ sabu kīnha tohi binu pū~cheṃ| tehi teṃ pareu manorathu chūcheṃ|| risa pariharū aba maṃgala sājū| kachu dina gae~ bharata jubarājū|| ekahi bāta mohi dukhu lāgā| bara dūsara asamaṃjasa māgā|| ajahu~ hṛdaya jarata tehi ā~cā| risa parihāsa ki sā~cehu~ sā~cā|| kahu taji roṣu rāma aparādhū| sabu kou kahai rāmu suṭhi sādhū|| tuhū~ sarāhasi karasi sanehū| aba suni mohi bhayau saṃdehū|| jāsu subhāu arihi anukūlā| so kimi karihi mātu pratikūlā|| dohā/soraṭhā priyā hāsa risa pariharahi māgu bicāri bibeku| jehiṃ dekhā~ aba nayana bhari bharata rāja abhiṣeku||32||

    Meaning

    'I swear by Rama and speak the plain truth of my heart: Rama's mother never said a word of this at any time. I did the whole thing without asking you, and from that my purpose has fallen empty. Put your anger aside now and let the rejoicing be prepared; in a few days Bharata shall be crown prince. One thing alone grieves me: the second boon you asked, a thing improper and full of trouble. Even now my heart burns in that heat. Is this anger a jest, or is it earnest indeed? Lay aside your rage and tell me what Rama's offence is; every soul says that Rama is exceedingly good. You yourself used to praise him and show him affection; hearing you now, I am seized with doubt. He whose nature is kind even to an enemy, how should he ever act against a mother? Beloved, give up this jesting and this wrath, and ask with discernment and thought, so that I may yet behold Bharata's coronation with eyes filled full.'

  33. Verse 33

    caupāī jiai mīna barū bāri bihīnā| mani binu phaniku jiai dukha dīnā|| kahau~ subhāu na chalu mana māhīṃ| jīvanu mora rāma binu nāhīṃ|| samujhi dekhu jiya~ priyā prabīnā| jīvanu rāma darasa ādhīnā|| suni mradu bacana kumati ati jaraī| manahu~ anala āhuti ghṛta paraī|| kahai karahu kina koṭi upāyā| ihā~ na lāgihi rāuri māyā|| dehu ki lehu ajasu kari nāhīṃ| mohi na bahuta prapaṃca sohāhīṃ| rāmu sādhu tumha sādhu sayāne| rāmamātu bhali saba pahicāne|| jasa kausilā~ mora bhala tākā| tasa phalu unhahi deu~ kari sākā|| dohā/soraṭhā hota prāta munibeṣa dhari jauṃ na rāmu bana jāhiṃ| mora maranu rāura ajasa nṛpa samujhia mana māhiṃ||33||

    Meaning

    'Sooner may a fish live on though robbed of water, or a serpent live in wretched pain without its gem. I speak my true feeling, there is no guile in my mind: without Rama there is no life for me. Weigh it in your heart and see, my clever one, my very living hangs upon the sight of Rama.' Hearing these gentle words the evil-minded queen burned the fiercer, as when an offering of ghee falls into fire. She said, 'Work a million devices if you will, your wiles will not serve here. Either give what you promised or refuse and take the disgrace; all this elaborate pretence does not please me. Rama is good, you are good and shrewd, and Rama's mother is good too. I have taken the measure of you all. As Kaushalya has looked to my welfare, so will I repay her with a deed that shall be remembered. If at daybreak Rama does not put on the hermit's garb and go to the forest, then know this in your mind, O king: my death and your infamy.'

  34. Verse 34

    caupāī asa kahi kuṭila bhaī uṭhi ṭhāṛhī| mānahu~ roṣa taraṃgini bāṛhī|| pāpa pahāra pragaṭa bhai soī| bharī krodha jala jāi na joī|| dou bara kūla kaṭhina haṭha dhārā| bhava~ra kūbarī bacana pracārā|| ḍhāhata bhūparūpa taru mūlā| calī bipati bāridhi anukūlā|| lakhī naresa bāta phuri sā~cī| tiya misa mīcu sīsa para nācī|| gahi pada binaya kīnha baiṭhārī| jani dinakara kula hosi kuṭhārī|| māgu mātha abahīṃ deu~ tohī| rāma biraha~ jani mārasi mohī|| rākhu rāma kahu~ jehi tehi bhā~tī| nāhiṃ ta jarihi janama bhari chātī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhī byādhi asādha nṛpu pareu dharani dhuni mātha| kahata parama ārata bacana rāma rāma raghunātha||34||

    Meaning

    So saying, the crooked woman rose and stood up, as though a river of wrath had risen in flood. It had broken out from the mountain of sin, brimming with the water of anger, too terrible to be looked upon. The two boons were its banks, hard obstinacy its current, and the hunchback's goading words its whirlpools. Undermining the roots of the tree that was the king, it ran on towards the ocean of calamity. The king saw that her words were fixed and true, and that death, in the guise of a wife, was dancing above his head. He caught her feet, seated her and entreated her: 'Do not become an axe to the race of the Sun. Ask for my head and I will give it you this instant, only do not kill me with separation from Rama. Keep Rama here by whatever means you please, or your own breast will burn as long as you live.' Seeing the malady past all cure, the king fell to the ground beating his head and crying out in utter anguish, 'Rama, Rama, Raghunatha.'

  35. Verse 35

    caupāī byākula rāu sithila saba gātā| karini kalapataru manahu~ nipātā|| kaṃṭhu sūkha mukha āva na bānī| janu pāṭhīnu dīna binu pānī|| puni kaha kaṭu kaṭhora kaikeī| manahu~ ghāya mahu~ māhura deī|| jauṃ aṃtahu~ asa karatabu raheū| māgu māgu tumha kehiṃ bala kaheū|| dui ki hoi eka samaya bhuālā| ha~saba ṭhaṭhāi phulāuba gālā|| dāni kahāuba aru kṛpanāī| hoi ki khema kusala rautāī|| chāṛahu bacanu ki dhīraju dharahū| jani abalā jimi karunā karahū|| tanu tiya tanaya dhāmu dhanu dharanī| satyasaṃdha kahu~ tṛna sama baranī|| dohā/soraṭhā marama bacana suni rāu kaha kahu kachu doṣu na tora| lāgeu tohi pisāca jimi kālu kahāvata mora||35||

    Meaning

    The king lay distraught, every limb gone slack, as though a she-elephant had thrown down a wish-yielding tree. His throat dried and no word would come to his mouth; he was like a helpless fish stranded without water. Then Kaikeyi spoke again, bitter and harsh, as though dropping poison into a wound: 'If this was to be your conduct at the last, on what strength did you say, Ask, ask? Can two things be done at one time, O king, to laugh out loud and to puff out the cheeks together? To be called a giver and be a miser as well; can safety and knightly valour go hand in hand? Either let your word go or take courage, and do not whimper with pity like a helpless woman. For a man who holds fast to his word, body, wife, son, home, riches and the earth itself are all reckoned no better than a blade of grass.' Hearing words that cut him to the quick, the king said, 'Say on, no fault is yours; the death that is to be called mine has seized you like a fiend.'

  36. Verse 36

    caupāī cahata na bharata bhūpatahi bhoreṃ| bidhi basa kumati basī jiya toreṃ|| so sabu mora pāpa parināmū| bhayau kuṭhāhara jehiṃ bidhi bāmū|| subasa basihi phiri avadha suhāī| saba guna dhāma rāma prabhutāī|| karihahiṃ bhāi sakala sevakāī| hoihi tihu~ pura rāma baṛāī|| tora kalaṃku mora pachitāū| muehu~ na miṭahi na jāihi kāū|| aba tohi nīka lāga karu soī| locana oṭa baiṭhu muhu goī|| jaba lagi jiauṃ kahau~ kara jorī| taba lagi jani kachu kahasi bahorī|| phiri pachitaihasi aṃta abhāgī| mārasi gāi nahāru lāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā pareu rāu kahi koṭi bidhi kāhe karasi nidānu| kapaṭa sayāni na kahati kachu jāgati manahu~ masānu||36||

    Meaning

    'Bharata does not covet the throne even in forgetfulness; it is by fate's doing that this evil mind has come to lodge in your heart. And all of it is the fruit of my own sin, through which fate has turned adverse at so wrong an hour. Fair Ayodhya will be happily settled once more, and Rama, in whom every virtue has its home, will hold sway; all his brothers will render him service, and Rama's greatness will be told in the three worlds. But your stain and my remorse will not be wiped out even by death; they will never depart. Now do whatever seems good to you: go and sit beyond the reach of my eyes, and hide your face. As long as I live, and I ask it with folded hands, do not speak to me again. In the end you will repent, unlucky woman: for a scrap of sinew you are slaughtering the cow.' Having pleaded in a million ways the king sank down, saying, 'Why do you work this ruin?' But the cunning woman said nothing at all, like a spirit of the burning ground waking to life.

  37. Verse 37

    caupāī rāma rāma raṭa bikala bhuālū| janu binu paṃkha bihaṃga behālū|| hṛdaya~ manāva bhoru jani hoī| rāmahi jāi kahai jani koī|| udau karahu jani rabi raghukula gura| avadha biloki sūla hoihi ura|| bhūpa prīti kaikai kaṭhināī| ubhaya avadhi bidhi racī banāī|| bilapata nṛpahi bhayau bhinusārā| bīnā benu saṃkha dhuni dvārā|| paṛhahiṃ bhāṭa guna gāvahiṃ gāyaka| sunata nṛpahi janu lāgahiṃ sāyaka|| maṃgala sakala sohāhiṃ na kaiseṃ| sahagāminihi bibhūṣana jaiseṃ|| tehiṃ nisi nīda parī nahi kāhū| rāma darasa lālasā uchāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā dvāra bhīra sevaka saciva kahahiṃ udita rabi dekhi| jāgeu ajahu~ na avadhapati kāranu kavanu biseṣi||37||

    Meaning

    Distraught, the king kept repeating 'Rama, Rama', as helpless as a bird stripped of its wings. In his heart he prayed that the dawn might not break and that no one might go and carry the news to Rama. 'Do not rise, O sun, preceptor of the Raghu line, for looking upon Ayodhya your own heart will be pierced with anguish.' The king's love and Kaikeyi's hardness: the Creator had fashioned both and set each at its utmost limit. While he still lamented the morning came, and at the gate rose the sound of lute and flute and conch. Bards recited his titles and singers sang his virtues, but to the king these came like arrows as he heard them. None of the auspicious ceremony pleased him; it was as ornaments upon a woman going to the pyre with her husband. That night nobody had slept, out of longing and eager joy at the thought of beholding Rama. A crowd of servants and ministers at the door, seeing the sun already risen, said, 'The lord of Ayodhya has not woken even now. What special reason can there be?'

  38. Verse 38

    caupāī pachile pahara bhūpu nita jāgā| āju hamahi baṛa acaraju lāgā|| jāhu sumaṃtra jagāvahu jāī| kījia kāju rajāyasu pāī|| gae sumaṃtru taba rāura māhī| dekhi bhayāvana jāta ḍerāhīṃ|| dhāi khāi janu jāi na herā| mānahu~ bipati biṣāda baserā|| pūcheṃ kou na ūtaru deī| gae jeṃhiṃ bhavana bhūpa kaikaiī|| kahi jayajīva baiṭha siru nāī| daikhi bhūpa gati gayau sukhāī|| soca bikala bibarana mahi pareū| mānahu~ kamala mūlu parihareū|| saciu sabhīta sakai nahiṃ pū~chī| bolī asubha bharī subha chūchī|| dohā/soraṭhā parī na rājahi nīda nisi hetu jāna jagadīsu| rāmu rāmu raṭi bhoru kiya kahai na maramu mahīsu||38||

    Meaning

    'The king always wakes in the last watch of the night; today it strikes us as a great wonder. Go, Sumantra, wake him, take his command, and let the business be set forward.' So Sumantra went into the royal apartments, and the sight of them was so dreadful that he grew afraid as he walked, as though the place would rush upon him and devour him and could not be looked at, as if calamity and gloom had made their dwelling there. He asked, but no one gave him an answer; and he came to the chamber where the king was with Kaikeyi. Uttering 'Victory and long life to you,' he bowed his head and sat down, and at the sight of the king's condition he withered. Distracted with grief and drained of colour, the king lay fallen upon the ground, as though a lotus had let go of its own root. The minister was too frightened to ask anything; then Kaikeyi spoke, her words loaded with ill and empty of good: 'No sleep came to the king the whole night, and why, the Lord of the world alone knows; he wore the night away repeating "Rama, Rama", and the lord of earth will not tell what is in his mind.'

  39. Verse 39

    caupāī ānahu rāmahi begi bolāī| samācāra taba pū~chehu āī|| caleu sumaṃtra rāya rūkha jānī| lakhī kucāli kīnhi kachu rānī|| soca bikala maga parai na pāū| rāmahi boli kahihi kā rāū|| ura dhari dhīraju gayau duāreṃ| pūcha~hiṃ sakala dekhi manu māreṃ|| samādhānu kari so sabahī kā| gayau jahā~ dinakara kula ṭīkā|| rāmu sumaṃtrahi āvata dekhā| ādaru kīnha pitā sama lekhā|| nirakhi badanu kahi bhūpa rajāī| raghukuladīpahi caleu levāī|| rāmu kubhā~ti saciva sa~ga jāhīṃ| dekhi loga jaha~ taha~ bilakhāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā jāi dīkha raghubaṃsamani narapati nipaṭa kusāju|| sahami pareu lakhi siṃghinihi manahu~ bṛddha gajarāju||39||

    Meaning

    'Fetch Rama here quickly,' said Kaikeyi, 'and afterwards come and ask what has happened.' Sumantra set out, taking this for the king's own wish, yet he perceived that the queen had worked some mischief. So distressed with worry that his feet would not fall straight upon the road, he wondered what the king could mean to say to Rama once he was called. Steadying his heart, he reached the outer gate, where everyone, seeing him so crushed, questioned him. Having satisfied them all, he went to where the tilaka of the solar house stood. Rama saw Sumantra approaching and received him with honour, holding him equal to his own father. Looking at his face, Sumantra delivered the king's command and led away the lamp of the Raghu line. Rama went along with the minister in this unwonted fashion, and the people, seeing it, grieved wherever they stood. Going in, the jewel of the Raghu line saw the king in an utterly wretched state, fallen back in dismay like an aged lord of elephants that has caught sight of a lioness.

  40. Verse 40

    caupāī sūkhahiṃ adhara jarai sabu aṃgū| manahu~ dīna manihīna bhuaṃgū|| saruṣa samīpa dīkhi kaikeī| mānahu~ mīcu gharī gani leī|| karunāmaya mṛdu rāma subhāū| prathama dīkha dukhu sunā na kāū|| tadapi dhīra dhari samau bicārī| pū~chī madhura bacana mahatārī|| mohi kahu mātu tāta dukha kārana| karia jatana jehiṃ hoi nivārana|| sunahu rāma sabu kārana ehū| rājahi tuma para bahuta sanehū|| dena kahenhi mohi dui baradānā| māgeu~ jo kachu mohi sohānā| so suni bhayau bhūpa ura socū| chāṛi na sakahiṃ tumhāra sa~kocū|| dohā/soraṭhā suta saneha ita bacanu uta saṃkaṭa pareu naresu| sakahu na āyasu dharahu sira meṭahu kaṭhina kalesu||40||

    Meaning

    The king's lips were parched and his whole body burned, like some piteous serpent that has lost its gem. Close by he saw Kaikeyi filled with wrath, as though Death itself sat counting out the hours. Rama's nature is compassion and gentleness; this was the first time he had looked upon sorrow, having never so much as heard of it. Even so, holding himself firm and weighing the moment, he asked his mother in sweet words, 'Mother, tell me the cause of my father's grief, so that some effort may be made to remove it.' 'Listen, Rama, the whole cause is this: the king bears you very great love. He had promised to give me two boons, and I asked for whatever pleased me. Hearing that, distress arose in the king's heart, for he cannot put by his scruple where you are concerned. Affection for his son on the one side and his given word on the other, the king of men has fallen into a strait. If you can, take his command upon your head and put an end to this hard distress.'

  41. Verse 41

    caupāī nidharaka baiṭhi kahai kaṭu bānī| sunata kaṭhinatā ati akulānī|| jībha kamāna bacana sara nānā| manahu~ mahipa mṛdu laccha samānā|| janu kaṭhorapanu dhareṃ sarīrū| sikhai dhanuṣabidyā bara bīrū|| saba prasaṃgu raghupatihi sunāī| baiṭhi manahu~ tanu dhari niṭhurāī|| mana musakāi bhānukula bhānu| rāmu sahaja ānaṃda nidhānū|| bole bacana bigata saba dūṣana| mṛdu maṃjula janu bāga bibhūṣana|| sunu jananī soi sutu baṛabhāgī| jo pitu mātu bacana anurāgī|| tanaya mātu pitu toṣanihārā| durlabha janani sakala saṃsārā|| dohā/soraṭhā munigana milanu biseṣi bana sabahi bhā~ti hita mora| tehi maha~ pitu āyasu bahuri saṃmata jananī tora||41||

    Meaning

    Seated there unabashed she spoke her bitter words, and hardness itself, hearing them, was sorely troubled. Her tongue was the bow and her words were arrows without number, and the king was as a tender target; it was as though ruthlessness had taken a body and, in the shape of a champion warrior, was learning the science of the bow. She laid the whole matter before Raghupati, sitting there like cruelty grown into flesh. Within his mind the sun of the solar house smiled, Rama who is by nature the very treasury of bliss, and he spoke words free of every blemish, gentle and lovely, like ornaments of speech. 'Hear me, mother. That son is greatly blessed who loves the word of his father and mother. A son who gives contentment to his mother and father is hard to find in the whole world, mother. To meet with companies of sages, and in the forest above all, is in every way to my good; and along with it goes my father's command, and further, mother, your own approval.'

  42. Verse 42

    caupāī bharata prānapriya pāvahiṃ rājū| bidhi saba bidhi mohi sanamukha āju| joṃ na jāu~ bana aisehu kājā| prathama gania mohi mūṛha samājā|| sevahiṃ ara~ḍu kalapataru tyāgī| parihari amṛta lehiṃ biṣu māgī|| teu na pāi asa samau cukāhīṃ| dekhu bicāri mātu mana māhīṃ|| aṃba eka dukhu mohi biseṣī| nipaṭa bikala naranāyaku dekhī|| thorihiṃ bāta pitahi dukha bhārī| hoti pratīti na mohi mahatārī|| rāu dhīra guna udadhi agādhū| bhā mohi te kachu baṛa aparādhū|| jāteṃ mohi na kahata kachu rāū| mori sapatha tohi kahu satibhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā sahaja sarala raghubara bacana kumati kuṭila kari jāna| calai joṃka jala bakragati jadyapi salilu samāna||42||

    Meaning

    'Bharata, dear to me as life, receives the kingdom, and the Creator is favourable to me today in every way. If I did not go to the forest even for such an errand, I should be reckoned first in the whole company of fools. There are men who forsake the wish-granting tree and tend the castor plant, who let nectar go and beg for poison; even they would not let such an opportunity slip if it came to them. Consider it in your mind, mother, and see. One sorrow only, mother, weighs upon me particularly: to see the lord of men so utterly broken. That so slight a matter should give my father such heavy grief I cannot believe, mother. The king is steadfast, a fathomless ocean of virtues; some great fault must have come from me, and it is for that the king says nothing to me. I lay you under my oath: tell me the truth.' The words of the chief of the Raghus were plain and straight by their very nature, but the crooked mind took them for crooked. Water is everywhere the same, yet the leech travels through it with a winding motion.

  43. Verse 43

    caupāī rahasī rāni rāma rukha pāī| bolī kapaṭa sanehu janāī|| sapatha tumhāra bharata kai ānā| hetu na dūsara mai kachu jānā|| tumha aparādha jogu nahiṃ tātā| jananī janaka baṃdhu sukhadātā|| rāma satya sabu jo kachu kahahū| tumha pitu mātu bacana rata ahahū|| pitahi bujhāi kahahu bali soī| cautheṃpana jehiṃ ajasu na hoī|| tumha sama suana sukṛta jehiṃ dīnhe| ucita na tāsu nirādaru kīnhe|| lāgahiṃ kumukha bacana subha kaise| magaha~ gayādika tīratha jaise|| rāmahi mātu bacana saba bhāe| jimi surasari gata salila suhāe|| dohā/soraṭhā gai muruchā rāmahi sumiri nṛpa phiri karavaṭa līnha| saciva rāma āgamana kahi binaya samaya sama kīnha||43||

    Meaning

    The queen was delighted to find Rama willing, and spoke with a show of false affection. 'I swear by you and by Bharata, I know of no other cause for this. You are not one who could ever be at fault, dear son; you are the joy of mother and father and brothers. All that you say is true, Rama, for you are devoted to the word of your parents. I entreat you, then, persuade your father and say only that which will bring him no disgrace in his old age. The merit that gave him sons such as you ought not to be slighted.' How well auspicious words sit in an evil mouth, just as holy places like Gaya lie within the land of Magadha! Yet every word of his mother pleased Rama, as water that has entered the heavenly river becomes fair and pure. Meanwhile the king's swoon passed; remembering Rama he turned upon his side, and the minister announced Rama's coming and framed his submission to suit the moment.

  44. Verse 44

    caupāī avanipa akani rāmu pagu dhāre| dhari dhīraju taba nayana ughāre|| saciva~ sa~bhāri rāu baiṭhāre| carana parata nṛpa rāmu nihāre|| lie saneha bikala ura lāī| gai mani manahu~ phanika phiri pāī|| rāmahi citai raheu naranāhū| calā bilocana bāri prabāhū|| soka bibasa kachu kahai na pārā| hṛdaya~ lagāvata bārahiṃ bārā|| bidhihi manāva rāu mana māhīṃ| jehiṃ raghunātha na kānana jāhīṃ|| sumiri mahesahi kahai nihorī| binatī sunahu sadāsiva morī|| āsutoṣa tumha avaḍhara dānī| ārati harahu dīna janu jānī|| dohā/soraṭhā tumha preraka saba ke hṛdaya~ so mati rāmahi dehu| bacanu mora taji rahahi ghara parihari sīlu sanehu||44||

    Meaning

    Hearing that Rama had come, the lord of the earth gathered his courage and opened his eyes. The minister supported him and raised him to a sitting posture, and the king saw Rama falling at his feet. Distraught with love he lifted him and clasped him to his breast, like a serpent that has recovered its lost gem. He went on gazing at Rama while a flood of tears ran from his eyes; helpless with grief he could utter nothing, and pressed him to his heart again and again. Within his mind the king implored the Creator that Raghunatha might not go to the forest, and calling Mahesha to mind he pleaded, 'Hear my prayer, Sadashiva. You are swiftly appeased and you give without measure; take away my anguish, counting me a poor and helpless servant. You are the prompter within every heart, so give Rama such a mind that he sets aside my word, lays by his own gentleness and love, and stays at home.'

  45. Verse 45

    caupāī ajasu hou jaga sujasu nasāū| naraka parau baru surapuru jāū|| saba dukha dusaha sahāvahu mohī| locana oṭa rāmu jani hoṃhī|| asa mana gunai rāu nahiṃ bolā| pīpara pāta sarisa manu ḍolā|| raghupati pitahi premabasa jānī| puni kachu kahihi mātu anumānī|| desa kāla avasara anusārī| bole bacana binīta bicārī|| tāta kahau~ kachu karau~ ḍhiṭhāī| anucitu chamaba jāni larikāī|| ati laghu bāta lāgi dukhu pāvā| kāhu~ na mohi kahi prathama janāvā|| dekhi gosāi~hi pū~chiu~ mātā| suni prasaṃgu bhae sītala gātā|| dohā/soraṭhā maṃgala samaya saneha basa soca pariharia tāta| āyasu deia haraṣi hiya~ kahi pulake prabhu gāta||45||

    Meaning

    'Let infamy come upon me in the world and my good name perish; let me fall into hell or go to the city of the gods; make me bear every unbearable sorrow, only let Rama never pass out of my sight.' So the king reasoned within himself, but he did not speak, and his mind shook like the leaf of a pipal tree. Raghupati, knowing his father to be overcome by love, and judging that his mother would speak again, weighed place and time and occasion and uttered these humble, considered words: 'Father, I take a liberty in saying anything at all; forgive what is unfitting in it, counting it a child's boldness. You have taken so slight a matter to heart and suffered for it, and no one thought to tell me of it first. Seeing you thus, my lord, I asked my mother, and hearing the whole matter my body grew cool with relief. This is an auspicious hour; do not let affection hold you in sorrow, father, but give me your command with a glad heart.' As he said this, the Lord's limbs thrilled with joy.

  46. Verse 46

    caupāī dhanya janamu jagatītala tāsū| pitahi pramodu carita suni jāsū|| cāri padāratha karatala tākeṃ| priya pitu mātu prāna sama jākeṃ|| āyasu pāli janama phalu pāī| aihau~ begihiṃ hou rajāī|| bidā mātu sana āvau~ māgī| calihau~ banahi bahuri paga lāgī|| asa kahi rāma gavanu taba kīnhā| bhūpa soka basu utaru na dīnhā|| nagara byāpi gai bāta sutīchī| chuata caṛhī janu saba tana bīchī|| suni bhae bikala sakala nara nārī| beli biṭapa jimi dekhi davārī|| jo jaha~ sunai dhunai siru soī| baṛa biṣādu nahiṃ dhīraju hoī|| dohā/soraṭhā mukha sukhāhiṃ locana stravahi soku na hṛdaya~ samāi| manahu~ karuna rasa kaṭakaī utarī avadha bajāi||46||

    Meaning

    'Blessed is that man's birth upon the earth whose doings bring his father delight; and the four great rewards of life lie in the palm of him to whom father and mother are dear as his own breath. Obeying your command I shall win the fruit of my birth and return quickly; let the order only be given. Let me go and take leave of my mother, and then I shall touch your feet once more and set out for the forest.' Saying this Rama went out, and the king, in the grip of sorrow, gave him no answer. The piercing news spread through the city, and at its mere touch it climbed through every body like the venom of a scorpion. Hearing it, all the men and women were stricken, as creepers and trees are at the sight of a forest fire. Wherever a man heard it, there he beat his head; the anguish was great and no one could hold on to composure. Mouths went dry, eyes streamed, and hearts could not contain the grief, as though the whole army of pathos had marched down upon Ayodhya with its drums beating.

  47. Verse 47

    caupāī milehi mājha bidhi bāta begārī| jaha~ taha~ dehiṃ kaikeihi gārī|| ehi pāpinihi būjhi kā pareū| chāi bhavana para pāvaku dhareū|| nija kara nayana kāṛhi caha dīkhā| ḍāri sudhā biṣu cāhata cīkhā|| kuṭila kaṭhora kubuddhi abhāgī| bhai raghubaṃsa benu bana āgī|| pālava baiṭhi peṛu ehiṃ kāṭā| sukha mahu~ soka ṭhāṭu dhari ṭhāṭā|| sadā rāmu ehi prāna samānā| kārana kavana kuṭilapanu ṭhānā|| satya kahahiṃ kabi nāri subhāū| saba bidhi agahu agādha durāū|| nija pratibiṃbu baruku gahi jāī| jāni na jāi nāri gati bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kāha na pāvaku jāri saka kā na samudra samāi| kā na karai abalā prabala kehi jaga kālu na khāi||47||

    Meaning

    Fate had spoiled the whole matter just as everything had come together, and here and there people began to revile Kaikeyi. 'What can have entered this sinful woman's head? She has thatched the house and then laid fire upon it. She would pluck out her own eyes with her hands and still hope to see; she throws away nectar and wants to taste poison. Crooked, hard, evil of mind and luckless, she has become a fire in the bamboo grove of Raghu's line. Sitting on the branch, she is the one who has felled the tree; in the midst of joy she has raised up a whole edifice of grief. Rama was always dear to her as her own life, so what reason could have made her set her mind on such treachery? The poets speak truly of woman's nature: it is in every way beyond grasp, unfathomable, full of concealment. One may sooner catch hold of one's own reflection than know the ways of a woman, brother. What can fire not burn, what can the ocean not swallow, what can a weak woman in her strength not do, and whom in this world does Death not devour?'

  48. Verse 48

    caupāī kā sunāi bidhi kāha sunāvā| kā dekhāi caha kāha dekhāvā|| eka kahahiṃ bhala bhūpa na kīnhā| baru bicāri nahiṃ kumatihi dīnhā|| jo haṭhi bhayau sakala dukha bhājanu| abalā bibasa gyānu gunu gā janu|| eka dharama paramiti pahicāne| nṛpahi dosu nahiṃ dehiṃ sayāne|| sibi dadhīci haricaṃda kahānī| eka eka sana kahahiṃ bakhānī|| eka bharata kara saṃmata kahahīṃ| eka udāsa bhāya~ suni rahahīṃ|| kāna mūdi kara rada gahi jīhā| eka kahahiṃ yaha bāta alīhā|| sukṛta jāhiṃ asa kahata tumhāre| rāmu bharata kahu~ prānapiāre|| dohā/soraṭhā caṃdu cavai baru anala kana sudhā hoi biṣatūla| sapanehu~ kabahu~ na karahiṃ kichu bharatu rāma pratikūla||48||

    Meaning

    'After all that the Creator once gave us to hear, what has he made us hear now! After all that he showed us, what is it he means to show!' Some said the king had not done well, that he had granted the boons to that evil-minded woman without weighing them, and by his own obstinacy had become the vessel of every sorrow; helpless before a woman, his wisdom and his goodness seemed to have deserted him. Others, the wiser sort who recognize the bounds of dharma, laid no blame upon the king at all, and told one another at length the stories of Shibi and Dadhichi and Harishchandra. Some said that Bharata had consented to this; some heard that and sat listening in cold indifference. Others stopped their ears with their hands and bit their tongues with their teeth, saying, 'This report is false. You lose the merit of your good deeds by talking so, for Rama is dear to Bharata as his own life. Sooner may the moon rain down sparks of fire and nectar turn to the likeness of poison, than Bharata do anything, even in a dream, against Rama.'

  49. Verse 49

    caupāī eka bidhātahiṃ dūṣanu deṃhīṃ| sudhā dekhāi dīnha biṣu jehīṃ|| kharabharu nagara socu saba kāhū| dusaha dāhu ura miṭā uchāhū|| biprabadhū kulamānya jaṭherī| je priya parama kaikeī kerī|| lagīṃ dena sikha sīlu sarāhī| bacana bānasama lāgahiṃ tāhī|| bharatu na mohi priya rāma samānā| sadā kahahu yahu sabu jagu jānā|| karahu rāma para sahaja sanehū| kehiṃ aparādha āju banu dehū|| kabahu~ na kiyahu savati āresū| prīti pratīti jāna sabu desū|| kausalyā~ aba kāha bigārā| tumha jehi lāgi bajra pura pārā|| dohā/soraṭhā sīya ki piya sa~gu pariharihi lakhanu ki rahihahiṃ dhāma| rāju ki bhū~jaba bharata pura nṛpu ki jiihi binu rāma||49||

    Meaning

    Some laid the blame on the Creator, who had shown them nectar and then handed them poison. The city was in an uproar and every heart was heavy; the joy in men's breasts was gone and an unbearable burning had taken its place. Brahmin wives, women honoured in the family and senior in years, those who were dearest of all to Kaikeyi, began to counsel her and praised her good nature, but their words fell upon her like arrows. 'You have always said that Bharata is not so dear to you as Rama, and the whole world knows it. Your love for Rama is natural and unforced; for what offence do you send him to the forest today? You never once showed a co-wife's jealousy; the whole country knows your affection and your trust. What harm has Kaushalya done you now, that for her sake you have hurled a thunderbolt upon this city? Will Sita give up her husband's company? Will Lakshmana stay behind in the house? Will Bharata enjoy a kingdom in this city, and will the king live on without Rama?'

  50. Verse 50

    caupāī asa bicāri ura chāṛahu kohū| soka kalaṃka koṭhi jani hohū|| bharatahi avasi dehu jubarājū| kānana kāha rāma kara kājū|| nāhina rāmu rāja ke bhūkhe| dharama dhurīna biṣaya rasa rūkhe|| gura gṛha basahu~ rāmu taji gehū| nṛpa sana asa baru dūsara lehū|| jauṃ nahiṃ lagihahu kaheṃ hamāre| nahiṃ lāgihi kachu hātha tumhāre|| jauṃ parihāsa kīnhi kachu hoī| tau kahi pragaṭa janāvahu soī|| rāma sarisa suta kānana jogū| kāha kahihi suni tumha kahu~ logū|| uṭhahu begi soi karahu upāī| jehi bidhi soku kalaṃku nasāī||

    Meaning

    'Weigh this in your mind and let your anger go; do not make yourself a storehouse of grief and disgrace. By all means have Bharata made heir apparent, but what business has Rama in the forest? Rama is not hungry for a kingdom; he bears the burden of dharma and is dry to the relish of the senses. Let Rama leave his home and live in his preceptor's house instead, and ask the king for a second boon of that sort. If you will not come round to what we say, nothing at all will come into your hands. If something was meant as a jest, then say so openly and let it be known. Is a son like Rama fit for the forest? What will people say of you when they hear of this? Rise quickly and take whatever course will undo this sorrow and this stain.'

  51. Verse 51

    caupāī utaru na dei dusaha risa rūkhī| mṛginha citava janu bāghini bhūkhī|| byādhi asādhi jāni tinha tyāgī| calīṃ kahata matimaṃda abhāgī|| rāju karata yaha daia~ bigoī| kīnhesi asa jasa karai na koī|| ehi bidhi bilapahiṃ pura nara nārīṃ| dehiṃ kucālihi koṭika gārīṃ|| jarahiṃ biṣama jara lehiṃ usāsā| kavani rāma binu jīvana āsā|| bipula biyoga prajā akulānī| janu jalacara gana sūkhata pānī|| ati biṣāda basa loga logāī| gae mātu pahiṃ rāmu gosāī|| mukha prasanna cita cauguna cāū| miṭā socu jani rākhai rāū|| dohā/soraṭhā nava gayaṃdu raghubīra manu rāju alāna samāna| chūṭa jāni bana gavanu suni ura anaṃdu adhikāna||51||

    Meaning

    She gave no answer, harsh with an anger past enduring, and looked at them as a hungry tigress looks at does. Judging the disease past cure, they gave her up and went away saying she was dull of wit and ill-fated: with the kingdom in her hands fate had ruined her, and she had done what nobody would do. In this way the men and women of the city lamented and heaped millions of reproaches upon the author of the mischief. They burned with a terrible fever and drew long sighs — what hope of life was left without Rama? The people were as distraught with this vast separation as water creatures when the water dries away. While men and women alike were sunk in the deepest gloom, Lord Rama went to his mother, his face bright and his heart four times as eager, for the one anxiety that the king might hold him back was now gone. Raghubira's mind was a young elephant and the kingship the post that tethered it; hearing of the journey to the forest and knowing itself loosed, the joy in his heart rose higher still.

  52. Verse 52

    caupāī raghukulatilaka jori dou hāthā| mudita mātu pada nāyau māthā|| dīnhi asīsa lāi ura līnhe| bhūṣana basana nichāvari kīnhe|| bāra bāra mukha cuṃbati mātā| nayana neha jalu pulakita gātā|| goda rākhi puni hṛdaya~ lagāe| stravata prenarasa payada suhāe|| premu pramodu na kachu kahi jāī| raṃka dhanada padabī janu pāī|| sādara suṃdara badanu nihārī| bolī madhura bacana mahatārī|| kahahu tāta jananī balihārī| kabahiṃ lagana muda maṃgalakārī|| sukṛta sīla sukha sīva~ suhāī| janama lābha kai avadhi aghāī|| dohā/soraṭhā jehi cāhata nara nāri saba ati ārata ehi bhā~ti| jimi cātaka cātaki tṛṣita bṛṣṭi sarada ritu svāti||52||

    Meaning

    The ornament of Raghu's line joined both palms and gladly bowed his head at his mother's feet. She gave him her blessing, clasped him to her breast, and waved ornaments and raiment about him as an offering. Again and again the mother kissed his face; tears of love stood in her eyes and her body thrilled all over. She set him on her lap, then pressed him to her heart, and her lovely breasts flowed with the milk of love. Her love and rapture were past all telling, as though a pauper had been given the station of the lord of wealth. Gazing reverently at that lovely face, the mother spoke sweet words: 'Tell me, dear son, your mother is a sacrifice to you — when is that auspicious hour that brings joy and blessing? It is the fair boundary of merit and virtue and happiness, the full and satisfying measure of the gain of being born; and every man and woman longs for it as achingly as the thirsty chataka and its mate long for rain under the star Swati in the autumn season.'

  53. Verse 53

    caupāī tāta jāu~ bali begi nahāhū| jo mana bhāva madhura kachu khāhū|| pitu samīpa taba jāehu bhaiā| bhai baṛi bāra jāi bali maiā|| mātu bacana suni ati anukūlā| janu saneha surataru ke phūlā|| sukha makaraṃda bhare śriyamūlā| nirakhi rāma manu bhavaru~ na bhūlā|| dharama dhurīna dharama gati jānī| kaheu mātu sana ati mṛdu bānī|| pitā~ dīnha mohi kānana rājū| jaha~ saba bhā~ti mora baṛa kājū|| āyasu dehi mudita mana mātā| jehiṃ muda maṃgala kānana jātā|| jani saneha basa ḍarapasi bhoreṃ| āna~du aṃba anugraha toreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā baraṣa cāridasa bipina basi kari pitu bacana pramāna| āi pāya puni dekhihau~ manu jani karasi malāna||53||

    Meaning

    'Dear son, I am a sacrifice to you — go and bathe quickly, and eat something sweet that takes your fancy. Then go to your father, my child; a great deal of time has already passed — your mother is a sacrifice to you.' Hearing his mother's words, so wholly favourable, as though they were blossoms of the wish-yielding tree of affection, laden with the honey of happiness and rooted in prosperity, Rama looked upon them, yet the bee of his mind was not beguiled. Bearing the burden of dharma and knowing the way of dharma, he said to his mother in the gentlest voice: 'Father has given me the kingdom of the forest, where in every way great work awaits me. Give me leave with a glad heart, mother, so that my going to the forest may be all joy and blessing. Do not out of love take fright even by mistake; by your favour, mother, there is nothing but gladness. When I have dwelt fourteen years in the forest and made my father's word good, I shall come and behold your feet again — do not let your heart grow sad.'

  54. Verse 54

    caupāī bacana binīta madhura raghubara ke| sara sama lage mātu ura karake|| sahami sūkhi suni sītali bānī| jimi javāsa pareṃ pāvasa pānī|| kahi na jāi kachu hṛdaya biṣādū| manahu~ mṛgī suni kehari nādū|| nayana sajala tana thara thara kā~pī| mājahi khāi mīna janu māpī|| dhari dhīraju suta badanu nihārī| gadagada bacana kahati mahatārī|| tāta pitahi tumha prānapiāre| dekhi mudita nita carita tumhāre|| rāju dena kahu~ subha dina sādhā| kaheu jāna bana kehiṃ aparādhā|| tāta sunāvahu mohi nidānū| ko dinakara kula bhayau kṛsānū|| dohā/soraṭhā nirakhi rāma rukha sacivasuta kāranu kaheu bujhāi| suni prasaṃgu rahi mūka jimi dasā barani nahiṃ jāi||54||

    Meaning

    Raghubara's words, humble and sweet as they were, struck the mother's heart and smarted there like arrows. Hearing that cool speech she shrank and withered, as the javasa shrivels when the rains come down upon it. The grief in her heart could not be uttered; she was like a doe that has heard a lion's roar. Her eyes filled, her body shook and shook, and she was left senseless as a fish stunned by the first muddy water of the rains. Gathering her courage and gazing at her son's face, the mother spoke in a voice choked with feeling: 'Dear one, you are dearer than life to your father, and he is glad each day to see your ways. He fixed an auspicious day for giving you the kingdom — for what offence has he now told you to go to the forest? Tell me the root of it, son: who has turned into a fire upon the solar line?' Reading Rama's inclination, the minister's son explained the whole cause to her; and hearing the story out she was left as if dumb, in a state past all describing.

  55. Verse 55

    caupāī rākhi na sakai na kahi saka jāhū| duhū~ bhā~ti ura dāruna dāhū|| likhata sudhākara gā likhi rāhū| bidhi gati bāma sadā saba kāhū|| dharama saneha ubhaya~ mati gherī| bhai gati sā~pa chuchuṃdari kerī|| rākhau~ sutahi karau~ anurodhū| dharamu jāi aru baṃdhu birodhū|| kahau~ jāna bana tau baṛi hānī| saṃkaṭa soca bibasa bhai rānī|| bahuri samujhi tiya dharamu sayānī| rāmu bharatu dou suta sama jānī|| sarala subhāu rāma mahatārī| bolī bacana dhīra dhari bhārī|| tāta jāu~ bali kīnhehu nīkā| pitu āyasu saba dharamaka ṭīkā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāju dena kahi dīnha banu mohi na so dukha lesu| tumha binu bharatahi bhūpatihi prajahi pracaṃḍa kalesu||55||

    Meaning

    She could neither hold him back nor bring herself to say 'Go' — either way a fierce burning seized her heart. Setting out to draw the moon, fate had drawn Rahu instead; the Creator's course runs crosswise, always, for everyone. Duty and affection together besieged her judgement, and her plight became that of the snake with the muskrat, which can neither be swallowed nor let go. 'If I keep my son and press my plea upon him, dharma is lost and there is a quarrel with his brother; and if I tell him to go to the forest, that is a great ruin.' So the queen was left helpless between danger and grief. Then, wise as she was, she thought again upon a woman's duty and held Rama and Bharata to be equally her sons. Rama's mother, guileless by nature, gathered great firmness and spoke: 'Son, I am your sacrifice — you have chosen well; a father's command is the crowning mark of every duty. He promised you the kingdom and gave you the forest, and of that I have not the least sorrow; but without you, Bharata, the king and the people will all be in fierce distress.'

  56. Verse 56

    caupāī jauṃ kevala pitu āyasu tātā| tau jani jāhu jāni baṛi mātā|| jauṃ pitu mātu kaheu bana jānā| tauṃ kānana sata avadha samānā|| pitu banadeva mātu banadevī| khaga mṛga carana saroruha sevī|| aṃtahu~ ucita nṛpahi banabāsū| baya biloki hiya~ hoi harā~sū|| baṛabhāgī banu avadha abhāgī| jo raghubaṃsatilaka tumha tyāgī|| jauṃ suta kahau saṃga mohi lehū| tumhare hṛdaya~ hoi saṃdehū|| pūta parama priya tumha sabahī ke| prāna prāna ke jīvana jī ke|| te tumha kahahu mātu bana jāū~| maiṃ suni bacana baiṭhi pachitāū~|| dohā/soraṭhā yaha bicāri nahiṃ karau~ haṭha jhūṭha sanehu baṛhāi| māni mātu kara nāta bali surati bisari jani jāi||56||

    Meaning

    'If it is only your father's command, son, then do not go — count your mother the greater authority. But if both father and mother have told you to go to the forest, then the woods are worth a hundred Ayodhyas. There the forest-gods will be your father and the forest-goddesses your mother, and birds and beasts will wait upon your lotus feet. In the end, forest-dwelling is proper for a king; yet when I look at your years my heart sinks within me. Blessed is the forest and luckless Ayodhya, which is letting go of you, the tilaka of the Raghu line. If I were to say, son, take me along with you, misgiving would rise in your heart. My child, you are supremely dear to everyone — the life of our life, the very life of our hearts; and it is you who say, mother, I am going to the forest, while I hear the words and sit here lamenting. Weighing all this I will not be obstinate, nor swell my affection into a false show. I am your sacrifice — honour the bond of a mother, and do not let the remembrance of me slip from you.'

  57. Verse 57

    caupāī deva pitara saba tunhahi gosāī| rākhahu~ palaka nayana kī nāī|| avadhi aṃbu priya parijana mīnā| tumha karunākara dharama dhurīnā|| asa bicāri soi karahu upāī| sabahi jiata jehiṃ bheṃṭehu āī|| jāhu sukhena banahi bali jāū~| kari anātha jana parijana gāū~|| saba kara āju sukṛta phala bītā| bhayau karāla kālu biparītā|| bahubidhi bilapi carana lapaṭānī| parama abhāgini āpuhi jānī|| dāruna dusaha dāhu ura byāpā| barani na jāhiṃ bilāpa kalāpā|| rāma uṭhāi mātu ura lāī| kahi mṛdu bacana bahuri samujhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā samācāra tehi samaya suni sīya uṭhī akulāi| jāi sāsu pada kamala juga baṃdi baiṭhi siru nāi||57||

    Meaning

    'May all the gods and the ancestors, my lord, guard you as the eyelids guard the eyes. The appointed term of exile is the water and your dear kinsfolk the fish within it; you are a mine of compassion and a bearer of duty's burden. Consider this, and contrive it so that you return and meet them all while they are still living. Go happily to the forest — I am your sacrifice — leaving the people, the household and the whole village orphaned. Today the fruit of everyone's good deeds has run out, and cruel Time has turned against us.' Lamenting in a hundred ways she clung to his feet, counting herself the most luckless of women; a harsh, unbearable burning spread through her breast, and the whole store of her wailing is beyond telling. Rama raised his mother up, held her to his heart, and consoled her once again with gentle words. At that very moment Sita heard the news, rose in agitation, went and reverenced the pair of lotus-feet of her mother-in-law, bowed her head and sat down.

  58. Verse 58

    caupāī dīnhi asīsa sāsu mṛdu bānī| ati sukumāri dekhi akulānī|| baiṭhi namitamukha socati sītā| rūpa rāsi pati prema punītā|| calana cahata bana jīvananāthū| kehi sukṛtī sana hoihi sāthū|| kī tanu prāna ki kevala prānā| bidhi karatabu kachu jāi na jānā|| cāru carana nakha lekhati dharanī| nūpura mukhara madhura kabi baranī|| manahu~ prema basa binatī karahīṃ| hamahi sīya pada jani pariharahīṃ|| maṃju bilocana mocati bārī| bolī dekhi rāma mahatārī|| tāta sunahu siya ati sukumārī| sāsu sasura parijanahi piārī|| dohā/soraṭhā pitā janaka bhūpāla mani sasura bhānukula bhānu| pati rabikula kairava bipina bidhu guna rūpa nidhānu||58||

    Meaning

    The mother-in-law blessed her in soft words, and grew troubled to see how tender she was. Sita sat with her face bent low, sunk in thought — a treasury of beauty, pure in her love for her husband: 'The lord of my life means to go to the forest; to which fortunate creature will his company fall? Will it be body and life together, or life alone? What the Creator will do cannot be known at all.' She scratched at the ground with her lovely toe-nails, and her anklets rang sweetly, as the poet has told it — as though they too, mastered by love, were pleading that Sita's feet might never forsake them. Water fell from her beautiful eyes, and seeing it Rama's mother spoke: 'Listen, son. Sita is exceedingly delicate, and dear to her mother-in-law, her father-in-law and all the household. Her father is Janaka, a jewel among kings; her father-in-law the sun of the solar house; her husband the moon to the lily-beds of the Sun's line, a storehouse of virtue and beauty.'

  59. Verse 59

    caupāī maiṃ puni putrabadhū priya pāī| rūpa rāsi guna sīla suhāī|| nayana putari kari prīti baṛhāī| rākheu~ prāna jānikihiṃ lāī|| kalapabeli jimi bahubidhi lālī| sīṃci saneha salila pratipālī|| phūlata phalata bhayau bidhi bāmā| jāni na jāi kāha parināmā|| pala~ga pīṭha taji goda hiṃṛorā| siya~ na dīnha pagu avani kaṭhorā|| jianamūri jimi jogavata rahaū~| dīpa bāti nahiṃ ṭārana kahaū~|| soi siya calana cahati bana sāthā| āyasu kāha hoi raghunāthā| caṃda kirana rasa rasika cakorī| rabi rukha nayana sakai kimi jorī|| dohā/soraṭhā kari kehari nisicara carahiṃ duṣṭa jaṃtu bana bhūri| biṣa bāṭikā~ ki soha suta subhaga sajīvani mūri||59||

    Meaning

    'And I, for my part, have gained a beloved daughter-in-law, a mass of beauty, graced with virtue and sweetness of conduct. I made her the pupil of my eyes and let my love for her grow, and have kept Janaki fastened to my very life. Like a wish-yielding creeper I fondled her in every way, watered her with the water of affection and reared her; and just as she came into flower and fruit the Creator turned adverse, and what the end will be cannot be known. Apart from bedstead and stool, from my lap and the swing, Sita has never set her foot on the hard ground. I watched over her as over a life-restoring herb; I never so much as asked her to trim a lamp-wick. And that same Sita now wishes to walk with you into the forest. What is your command, Raghunatha? The chakori that lives on the nectar of moonbeams — how can she turn her eyes upon the face of the sun? Elephants and lions, night-rangers and evil creatures in plenty roam that forest; son, can a lovely herb of life look fitting in a garden of poison?'

  60. Verse 60

    caupāī bana hita kola kirāta kisorī| racīṃ biraṃci biṣaya sukha bhorī|| pāina kṛmi jimi kaṭhina subhāū| tinhahi kalesu na kānana kāū|| kai tāpasa tiya kānana jogū| jinha tapa hetu tajā saba bhogū|| siya bana basihi tāta kehi bhā~tī| citralikhita kapi dekhi ḍerātī|| surasara subhaga banaja bana cārī| ḍābara jogu ki haṃsakumārī|| asa bicāri jasa āyasu hoī| maiṃ sikha deu~ jānakihi soī|| jauṃ siya bhavana rahai kaha aṃbā| mohi kaha~ hoi bahuta avalaṃbā|| suni raghubīra mātu priya bānī| sīla saneha sudhā~ janu sānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kahi priya bacana bibekamaya kīnhi mātu paritoṣa| lage prabodhana jānakihi pragaṭi bipina guna doṣa||60||

    Meaning

    'For the forest Brahma has made the young girls of the Kol and Kirata tribes, who know nothing of the pleasures of sense; their nature is hard as the grub bred in stone, and the woods are never a hardship to them. Or else ascetics' wives are fit for the forest, who have given up every enjoyment for the sake of austerity. How, son, is Sita to dwell in the forest — she who takes fright at the sight of a monkey in a painting? A young swan that moves among the lovely lotus-beds of the celestial lake — is she fit for a muddy pool? Weigh this, and whatever your command may be, that is what I shall teach Janaki.' And the mother added, 'If Sita stays at home it will be a great support to me.' Raghubira heard his mother's loving speech, steeped as it were in the nectar of tenderness and affection. With fond words full of discernment he set his mother's mind at rest, and then began to counsel Janaki, setting out plainly the good and the ill of forest life.

  61. Verse 61

    caupāī mātu samīpa kahata sakucāhīṃ| bole samau samujhi mana māhīṃ|| rājakumāri sikhāvana sunahū| āna bhā~ti jiya~ jani kachu gunahū|| āpana mora nīka jauṃ cahahū| bacanu hamāra māni gṛha rahahū|| āyasu mora sāsu sevakāī| saba bidhi bhāmini bhavana bhalāī|| ehi te adhika dharamu nahiṃ dūjā| sādara sāsu sasura pada pūjā|| jaba jaba mātu karihi sudhi morī| hoihi prema bikala mati bhorī|| taba taba tumha kahi kathā purānī| suṃdari samujhāehu mṛdu bānī|| kahau~ subhāya~ sapatha sata mohī| sumukhi mātu hita rākhau~ tohī|| dohā/soraṭhā gura śruti saṃmata dharama phalu pāia binahiṃ kalesa| haṭha basa saba saṃkaṭa sahe gālava nahuṣa naresa||61||

    Meaning

    Shy of speaking in his mother's presence, he weighed the moment in his mind and then said: 'Hear my counsel, princess, and put no other construction on it in your heart. If you wish well to yourself and to me, take my word and remain at home. Carry out what I bid you and wait upon your mother-in-law; every way you look at it, gentle lady, your good lies in the house. No duty stands higher than this - to honour the feet of mother-in-law and father-in-law with reverent worship. Whenever mother calls me to mind and love leaves her distracted, her wits gone simple, then you, lovely one, must tell over the old tales and quiet her with gentle speech. I speak from the heart, with a hundred oaths upon me: fair-faced one, it is for mother's sake that I am keeping you here. The reward of the dharma that guru and Veda approve is gained without any suffering; it was obstinacy that made Galava and King Nahusha undergo every calamity.'

  62. Verse 62

    caupāī maiṃ puni kari pravāna pitu bānī| begi phiraba sunu sumukhi sayānī|| divasa jāta nahiṃ lāgihi bārā| suṃdari sikhavanu sunahu hamārā|| jau haṭha karahu prema basa bāmā| tau tumha dukhu pāuba parināmā|| kānanu kaṭhina bhayaṃkaru bhārī| ghora ghāmu hima bāri bayārī|| kusa kaṃṭaka maga kā~kara nānā| calaba payādehiṃ binu padatrānā|| carana kamala mudu maṃju tumhāre| māraga agama bhūmidhara bhāre|| kaṃdara khoha nadīṃ nada nāre| agama agādha na jāhiṃ nihāre|| bhālu bāgha bṛka kehari nāgā| karahiṃ nāda suni dhīraju bhāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūmi sayana balakala basana asanu kaṃda phala mūla| te ki sadā saba dina milihiṃ sabui samaya anukūla||62||

    Meaning

    'And I, once I have made my father's word good, shall be back quickly - hear me, fair-faced and wise one. The days will slip by; it will be no long while. Listen, beautiful one, to what I advise. If love masters you, my lady, and you hold out stubbornly, sorrow is all you will gather in the end. The forest is hard and hugely fearful - savage heat, frost, rain and wind. Kusha grass, thorns and pebbles without number lie along the way, and it has to be covered on foot, with nothing on the feet. Your feet are lotuses, tender and shapely, while the road is trackless and the mountains are massive. Caverns and chasms, rivers, streams and torrents lie across it, so unfathomable and impassable that one cannot even look at them. Bears, tigers, wolves, lions and elephants set up such a roaring that courage takes to its heels. You would sleep on bare earth, dress in bark, and live on wild bulbs, roots and fruit - and would even that much be there every single day? Whatever comes there comes only as the season permits.'

  63. Verse 63

    caupāī nara ahāra rajanīcara carahīṃ| kapaṭa beṣa bidhi koṭika karahīṃ|| lāgai ati pahāra kara pānī| bipina bipati nahiṃ jāi bakhānī|| byāla karāla bihaga bana ghorā| nisicara nikara nāri nara corā|| ḍarapahiṃ dhīra gahana sudhi āe~| mṛgalocani tumha bhīru subhāe~|| haṃsagavani tumha nahiṃ bana jogū| suni apajasu mohi deihi logū|| mānasa salila sudhā~ pratipālī| jiai ki lavana payodhi marālī|| nava rasāla bana biharanasīlā| soha ki kokila bipina karīlā|| rahahu bhavana asa hṛdaya~ bicārī| caṃdabadani dukhu kānana bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā sahaja suhda gura svāmi sikha jo na karai sira māni|| so pachitāi aghāi ura avasi hoi hita hāni||63||

    Meaning

    'Man-eating rangers of the night move about there, and by their arts they take on ten million lying shapes. The water of the hills falls very hard on the body, and the wretchedness of the woods is beyond describing. There are frightful serpents and grim birds of the forest, and troops of night-prowlers who steal away women and men. Steady men take fright at the mere recollection of that deep wood, and you, doe-eyed one, are timid by your very nature. Swan-gaited lady, you are not made for the forest; hearing of such a thing, people will fasten ill fame on me. Lake Manasa's water is nectar, and a swan brought up on it - would she stay alive in a salt sea? A cuckoo whose pleasure is the young mango grove - would she show to any advantage in a thorny karil thicket? Turn this over in your heart and stay at home; moon-faced one, the forest's suffering weighs heavy. Whoever will not bow his head to the counsel of a natural well-wisher, of a guru or of a master, has his fill of regret in his heart, and the loss of his own good is certain.'

  64. Verse 64

    caupāī suni mṛdu bacana manohara piya ke| locana lalita bhare jala siya ke|| sītala sikha dāhaka bhai kaiṃseṃ| cakaihi sarada caṃda nisi jaiṃseṃ|| utaru na āva bikala baidehī| tajana cahata suci svāmi sanehī|| barabasa roki bilocana bārī| dhari dhīraju ura avanikumārī|| lāgi sāsu paga kaha kara jorī| chamabi debi baṛi abinaya morī|| dīnhi prānapati mohi sikha soī| jehi bidhi mora parama hita hoī|| maiṃ puni samujhi dīkhi mana māhīṃ| piya biyoga sama dukhu jaga nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā prānanātha karunāyatana suṃdara sukhada sujāna| tumha binu raghukula kumuda bidhu surapura naraka samāna||64||

    Meaning

    Hearing her beloved's soft, winning words, the lovely eyes of Sita filled with water. That cooling counsel burned her as the autumn moon at night burns the chakwi. Vaidehi was too stricken for any answer to come: her pure and loving lord meant to leave her behind. Holding back the water in her eyes by main force, the daughter of the earth steadied her heart, and clinging to her mother-in-law's feet she said with folded hands, 'Pardon me, my lady, this great want of modesty in me. The lord of my life has given me exactly that counsel by which my highest good would be served; but I too have thought it out and seen this in my mind - there is no sorrow in the world like parting from one's beloved. Lord of my life, dwelling of compassion, beautiful, joy-giving, all-discerning - without you, moon to the night-lily bed of Raghu's line, the city of the gods itself would be no better than hell.'

  65. Verse 65

    caupāī mātu pitā bhaginī priya bhāī| priya parivāru suhrada samudāī|| sāsu sasura gura sajana sahāī| suta suṃdara susīla sukhadāī|| jaha~ lagi nātha neha aru nāte| piya binu tiyahi taranihu te tāte|| tanu dhanu dhāmu dharani pura rājū| pati bihīna sabu soka samājū|| bhoga rogasama bhūṣana bhārū| jama jātanā sarisa saṃsārū|| prānanātha tumha binu jaga māhīṃ| mo kahu~ sukhada katahu~ kachu nāhīṃ|| jiya binu deha nadī binu bārī| taisia nātha puruṣa binu nārī|| nātha sakala sukha sātha tumhāreṃ| sarada bimala bidhu badanu nihāreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā khaga mṛga parijana nagaru banu balakala bimala dukūla| nātha sātha surasadana sama paranasāla sukha mūla||65||

    Meaning

    'Mother and father, sister and dear brother, dear kinsfolk and the whole company of well-wishers; mother-in-law and father-in-law, guru, one's own people and those who stand by one; and handsome sons, well-mannered and delightful - every attachment and every tie that exists, my lord, scorches a woman worse than the sun when her beloved is not by her. Body, wealth, house, land, city and kingdom - take the husband away and the whole of it is one assembly of grief. Enjoyments turn to sickness and ornaments to dead weight, and the world is like the torments of Yama. Lord of my life, in the whole world there is nothing anywhere that can give me pleasure without you. A body with no life in it, a river with no water - such, my lord, is a woman without her husband. All happiness is mine where you are, my lord, with your face before my eyes like the spotless autumn moon. Birds and beasts will be my people and the forest my city, and bark will serve me for spotless fine silk; with my lord beside me the leaf-hut is the equal of the gods' own dwelling and the root of all joy.'

  66. Verse 66

    caupāī banadevīṃ banadeva udārā| karihahiṃ sāsu sasura sama sārā|| kusa kisalaya sātharī suhāī| prabhu sa~ga maṃju manoja turāī|| kaṃda mūla phala amia ahārū| avadha saudha sata sarisa pahārū|| chinu chinu prabhu pada kamala biloki| rahihau~ mudita divasa jimi kokī|| bana dukha nātha kahe bahutere| bhaya biṣāda paritāpa ghanere|| prabhu biyoga lavalesa samānā| saba mili hohiṃ na kṛpānidhānā|| asa jiya~ jāni sujāna siromani| leia saṃga mohi chāṛia jani|| binatī bahuta karauṃ kā svāmī| karunāmaya ura aṃtarajāmī|| dohā/soraṭhā rākhia avadha jo avadhi lagi rahata na janiahiṃ prāna| dīnabaṃdhu saṃdara sukhada sīla saneha nidhāna||66||

    Meaning

    'The open-handed goddesses and gods of the wood will look after me as a mother-in-law and father-in-law would. A pretty pallet of kusha grass and young leaves will be, with my lord beside me, love's own lovely quilt. Wild bulbs, roots and fruit will be nectar to eat, and the hills will match a hundred palaces of Ayodhya. Looking every instant on my lord's lotus feet, I shall stay as glad as the chakwi is by day. My lord, you have set out many of the forest's sorrows, many fears and despairs and torments; but all of them put together, treasury of grace, do not come to the least trace of separation from you. Know this in your heart, crest-jewel of the wise, and take me along; do not leave me behind. How much more am I to plead, my master - you are all compassion, and you read the heart within. If I am to be kept in Ayodhya till the term runs out, then know that my life will not stay in me, friend of the helpless, beautiful, joy-giving, treasury of gentleness and love.'

  67. Verse 67

    caupāī mohi maga calata na hoihi hārī| chinu chinu carana saroja nihārī|| sabahi bhā~ti piya sevā karihauṃ| māraga janita sakala śrama harihauṃ|| pāya pakhārī baiṭhi taru chāhīṃ| karihau~ bāu mudita mana māhīṃ|| śrama kana sahita syāma tanu dekheṃ| kaha~ dukha samau prānapati pekheṃ|| sama mahi tṛna tarupallava ḍāsī| pāga paloṭihi saba nisi dāsī|| bārabāra mṛdu mūrati johī| lāgahi tāta bayāri na mohī| ko prabhu sa~ga mohi citavanihārā| siṃghabadhuhi jimi sasaka siārā|| maiṃ sukumāri nātha bana jogū| tumhahi ucita tapa mo kahu~ bhogū|| dohā/soraṭhā aiseu bacana kaṭhora suni jauṃ na hradau bilagāna| tau prabhu biṣama biyoga dukha sahihahiṃ pāva~ra prāna||67||

    Meaning

    Walking the road I shall feel no weariness, for I shall be gazing moment by moment upon your lotus feet. In every way I shall serve my beloved and take away all the fatigue the journey brings. I shall wash your feet, and seated in the shade of a tree I shall fan you with a glad heart. Beholding your dark body beaded with sweat — where is there room for sorrow, when the lord of my life is before my eyes? On the level ground I shall spread grass and the leaves of trees, and all night long this handmaid will press your feet. Looking again and again upon your tender form, no scorching wind will touch me. With my Lord beside me, who is there that dares cast a glance my way — as hare or jackal might at a lioness? So I am delicate, my Lord, and you alone are fit for the forest; austerity befits you and enjoyment me? If my heart does not break at hearing even such hard words, then, my Lord, these wretched life-breaths will endure the cruel pain of separation.

  68. Verse 68

    caupāī asa kahi sīya bikala bhai bhārī| bacana biyogu na sakī sa~bhārī|| dekhi dasā raghupati jiya~ jānā| haṭhi rākheṃ nahiṃ rākhihi prānā|| kaheu kṛpāla bhānukulanāthā| parihari socu calahu bana sāthā|| nahiṃ biṣāda kara avasaru ājū| begi karahu bana gavana samājū|| kahi priya bacana priyā samujhāī| lage mātu pada āsiṣa pāī|| begi prajā dukha meṭaba āī| jananī niṭhura bisari jani jāī|| phirahi dasā bidhi bahuri ki morī| dekhihau~ nayana manohara jorī|| sudina sugharī tāta kaba hoihi| jananī jiata badana bidhu joihi|| dohā/soraṭhā bahuri baccha kahi lālu kahi raghupati raghubara tāta| kabahiṃ bolāi lagāi hiya~ haraṣi nirakhihau~ gāta||68||

    Meaning

    So saying, Sita grew deeply distressed; she could not bear even the word of separation. Seeing her state, Raghupati knew within himself that if he kept her back by force she would not keep her life. The merciful lord of the solar line said, 'Set aside your grief and come with me to the forest. Today is no occasion for sorrow; make ready quickly for the journey to the woods.' Having comforted his beloved with loving words, he went and touched his mother's feet and received her blessing. 'Come back soon and wipe away the people's sorrow; do not forget this hard-hearted mother of yours. Will the Ordainer turn my fortune round again, that these eyes may look upon the lovely pair? When, my child, will that good day and happy hour come, when your mother, still living, may behold your moonlike face? When shall I call you child, and call you darling, Raghupati, Raghubara, dear one — call you to me, press you to my heart, and gaze upon your limbs with joy?'

  69. Verse 69

    caupāī lakhi saneha kātari mahatārī| bacanu na āva bikala bhai bhārī|| rāma prabodhu kīnha bidhi nānā| samau sanehu na jāi bakhānā|| taba jānakī sāsu paga lāgī| sunia māya maiṃ parama abhāgī|| sevā samaya daia~ banu dīnhā| mora manorathu saphala na kīnhā|| tajaba chobhu jani chāṛia chohū| karamu kaṭhina kachu dosu na mohū|| suni siya bacana sāsu akulānī| dasā kavani bidhi kahauṃ bakhānī|| bārahi bāra lāi ura līnhī| dhari dhīraju sikha āsiṣa dīnhī|| acala hou ahivātu tumhārā| jaba lagi gaṃga jamuna jala dhārā|| dohā/soraṭhā sītahi sāsu asīsa sikha dīnhi aneka prakāra| calī nāi pada paduma siru ati hita bārahiṃ bāra||69||

    Meaning

    Seeing his mother helpless with love — no word would come from her, so greatly was she shaken — Rama consoled her in many ways; that hour and that affection are past telling. Then Janaki bowed at her mother-in-law's feet and said, 'Hear me, mother: I am most unfortunate. At the very time for serving you, destiny has given me the forest and left my heart's wish unfulfilled. Put away your distress, but do not withdraw your kindness from me; fate is hard, and none of the fault is mine.' Hearing Sita's words her mother-in-law was overwhelmed — in what manner is her state to be described? Again and again she clasped her to her breast, then, gathering courage, gave her counsel and blessing: 'May your wedded state stand unshaken as long as the waters of Ganga and Yamuna run.' In many ways did the mother-in-law give Sita her blessings and her counsel; and Sita, bowing her head at those lotus feet again and again with deep love, went her way.

  70. Verse 70

    caupāī samācāra jaba lachimana pāe| byākula bilakha badana uṭhi dhāe|| kaṃpa pulaka tana nayana sanīrā| gahe carana ati prema adhīrā|| kahi na sakata kachu citavata ṭhāṛhe| mīnu dīna janu jala teṃ kāṛhe|| socu hṛdaya~ bidhi kā honihārā| sabu sukhu sukṛta sirāna hamārā|| mo kahu~ kāha kahaba raghunāthā| rakhihahiṃ bhavana ki lehahiṃ sāthā|| rāma biloki baṃdhu kara joreṃ| deha geha saba sana tṛnu toreṃ|| bole bacanu rāma naya nāgara| sīla saneha sarala sukha sāgara|| tāta prema basa jani kadarāhū| samujhi hṛdaya~ parināma uchāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu pitā guru svāmi sikha sira dhari karahi subhāya~| laheu lābhu tinha janama kara nataru janamu jaga jāya~||70||

    Meaning

    When the news reached Lakshmana he sprang up and ran, distraught, his face fallen. His body trembled and thrilled, his eyes brimmed with tears, and made reckless by love he clasped Rama's feet. He could utter nothing and stood gazing, like a poor fish drawn out of water. In his heart he grieved: 'O Creator, what is to happen now? All our happiness and merit is spent. What will Raghunatha say to me — will he keep me at home or take me with him?' Rama looked at his brother standing with folded palms, who had broken every tie with body and home and all. Then Rama, wise in conduct, an ocean of goodness, affection, simplicity and joy, spoke: 'Dear one, do not lose heart under the sway of love; consider in your heart how joyful the end will be. Those who set upon their head the counsel of mother, father, guru and master, and follow it as their very nature — they have won the profit of their birth; otherwise birth in this world runs to waste.'

  71. Verse 71

    caupāī asa jiya~ jāni sunahu sikha bhāī| karahu mātu pitu pada sevakāī|| bhavana bharatu ripusūdana nāhīṃ| rāu bṛddha mama dukhu mana māhīṃ|| maiṃ bana jāu~ tumhahi lei sāthā| hoi sabahi bidhi avadha anāthā|| guru pitu mātu prajā parivārū| saba kahu~ parai dusaha dukha bhārū|| rahahu karahu saba kara paritoṣū| nataru tāta hoihi baṛa doṣū|| jāsu rāja priya prajā dukhārī| so nṛpu avasi naraka adhikārī|| rahahu tāta asi nīti bicārī| sunata lakhanu bhae byākula bhārī|| siareṃ bacana sūkhi gae kaiṃseṃ| parasata tuhina tāmarasu jaiseṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā utaru na āvata prema basa gahe carana akulāi| nātha dāsu maiṃ svāmi tumha tajahu ta kāha basāi||71||

    Meaning

    'Knowing this in your heart, brother, hear my counsel: serve the feet of our mother and father. Bharata and Shatrughna are not at home, the king is old, and his mind is heavy with grief for me. If I go to the forest and take you with me, Ayodhya will be left in every way without a protector, and an unbearable weight of sorrow will fall upon guru, father, mother, subjects and household alike. Stay, and content them all; otherwise, dear brother, great blame will follow. The king in whose reign his beloved subjects are wretched is surely fit for hell. Weigh this rule of conduct, brother, and remain here.' Hearing this Lakshmana was sorely troubled; at those cool words he withered as a lotus withers at the touch of frost. Overpowered by love, no answer would come to him; distraught, he clasped Rama's feet and said, 'Lord, I am your servant and you my master; if you forsake me, what recourse have I?'

  72. Verse 72

    caupāī dīnhi mohi sikha nīki gosāīṃ| lāgi agama apanī kadarāīṃ|| narabara dhīra dharama dhura dhārī| nigama nīti kahu~ te adhikārī|| maiṃ sisu prabhu saneha~ pratipālā| maṃdaru meru ki lehiṃ marālā|| gura pitu mātu na jānau~ kāhū| kahau~ subhāu nātha patiāhū|| jaha~ lagi jagata saneha sagāī| prīti pratīti nigama niju gāī|| moreṃ sabai eka tumha svāmī| dīnabaṃdhu ura aṃtarajāmī|| dharama nīti upadesia tāhī| kīrati bhūti sugati priya jāhī|| mana krama bacana carana rata hoī| kṛpāsiṃdhu pariharia ki soī|| dohā/soraṭhā karunāsiṃdhu subaṃdha ke suni mṛdu bacana binīta| samujhāe ura lāi prabhu jāni saneha~ sabhīta||72||

    Meaning

    'Master, you have given me good counsel, but through my own faintheartedness it lies beyond my reach. Those best of men who are steadfast and bear the burden of dharma — they are the fit recipients of the rules of scripture and polity. I am a child, reared upon my Lord's affection: can swans lift up Mandara or Meru? I know no guru, father or mother apart from you; I speak as my nature moves me — believe me, my Lord. All the affection and kinship there is in the world, all the love and trust that the Vedas themselves have sung — for me you alone are the whole of it, my master, friend of the humble, knower of the heart within. Preach dharma and polity to the man who prizes fame, prosperity and a good end; but one who is bound to your feet in thought, word and deed — ocean of grace, is such a one to be cast off?' Hearing the gentle, humble words of his good brother, the ocean of compassion knew him to be fearful out of love, drew him to his breast and consoled him.

  73. Verse 73

    caupāī māgahu bidā mātu sana jāī| āvahu begi calahu bana bhāī|| mudita bhae suni raghubara bānī| bhayau lābha baṛa gai baṛi hānī|| haraṣita hdaya~ mātu pahiṃ āe| manahu~ aṃdha phiri locana pāe| jāi janani paga nāyau māthā| manu raghunaṃdana jānaki sāthā|| pū~che mātu malina mana dekhī| lakhana kahī saba kathā biseṣī|| gaī sahami suni bacana kaṭhorā| mṛgī dekhi dava janu cahu orā|| lakhana lakheu bhā anaratha ājū| ehiṃ saneha basa karaba akājū|| māgata bidā sabhaya sakucāhīṃ| jāi saṃga bidhi kahihi ki nāhī|| dohā/soraṭhā samujhi sumitrā~ rāma siya rūpa susīlu subhāu| nṛpa sanehu lakhi dhuneu siru pāpini dīnha kudāu||73||

    Meaning

    'Go to your mother and ask her leave; come back quickly, brother, and set out for the forest.' Hearing Raghubara's words Lakshmana was filled with delight — a great gain had come to him and a great loss had passed away. With a joyful heart he came to his mother, like a blind man who had recovered his eyes. Going in, he laid his head at his mother's feet, though his mind stayed with Raghunandana and Janaki. Seeing him troubled in mind, his mother asked what had happened, and Lakshmana told her the whole matter in detail. She was struck with terror at those harsh tidings, like a doe that sees a forest fire closing in on every side. Lakshmana realized that a calamity had befallen that day: swayed by her love, she would ruin his purpose. So he begged leave in fear and hesitation, wondering whether providence would let him go with them or not. But Sumitra, calling to mind the beauty, good conduct and gentle nature of Rama and Sita, and seeing the king's love for them, beat her head and said that the sinful woman had played a wicked stroke.

  74. Verse 74

    caupāī dhīraju dhareu kuavasara jānī| sahaja suhda bolī mṛdu bānī|| tāta tumhāri mātu baidehī| pitā rāmu saba bhā~ti sanehī|| avadha tahā~ jaha~ rāma nivāsū| taha~i~ divasu jaha~ bhānu prakāsū|| jau pai sīya rāmu bana jāhīṃ| avadha tumhāra kāju kachu nāhiṃ|| gura pitu mātu baṃdhu sura sāī| seiahiṃ sakala prāna kī nāīṃ|| rāmu prānapriya jīvana jī ke| svāratha rahita sakhā sabahī kai|| pūjanīya priya parama jahā~ teṃ| saba māniahiṃ rāma ke nāteṃ|| asa jiya~ jāni saṃga bana jāhū| lehu tāta jaga jīvana lāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā bhūri bhāga bhājanu bhayahu mohi sameta bali jāu~| jauma tumhareṃ mana chāṛi chalu kīnha rāma pada ṭhāu~||74||

    Meaning

    Realizing that the hour was an untoward one, she took hold of her courage, and being a well-wisher by her very nature she spoke in gentle words: 'Son, Vaidehi is now your mother and Rama your father, loving to you in every way. Ayodhya is wherever Rama dwells, just as day is wherever the sun gives light. If Sita and Rama are setting out for the forest, then nothing is left for you to do in Ayodhya. Guru, father, mother, brother, the gods, one's master — all of these are to be served as dearly as life itself; and Rama is dear as life, the very life of one's life, the selfless friend of all. Whoever is worthy of honour and supremely dear is so only through kinship with Rama. Knowing this in your heart, go with them to the forest and win, my son, the true gain of a life in this world. You, and I along with you, have become a vessel of abundant good fortune — I am a sacrifice for you — if your mind, putting away all deceit, has truly made its home at Rama's feet.'

  75. Verse 75

    caupāī putravatī jubatī jaga soī| raghupati bhagatu jāsu sutu hoī|| nataru bā~jha bhali bādi biānī| rāma bimukha suta teṃ hita jānī|| tumharehiṃ bhāga rāmu bana jāhīṃ| dūsara hetu tāta kachu nāhīṃ|| sakala sukṛta kara baṛa phalu ehū| rāma sīya pada sahaja sanehū|| rāga roṣu iriṣā madu mohū| jani sapanehu~ inha ke basa hohū|| sakala prakāra bikāra bihāī| mana krama bacana karehu sevakāī|| tumha kahu~ bana saba bhā~ti supāsū| sa~ga pitu mātu rāmu siya jāsū|| jehiṃ na rāmu bana lahahiṃ kalesū| suta soi karehu ihai upadesū|| chaṃda upadesu yahu jehiṃ tāta tumhare rāma siya sukha pāvahīṃ| pitu mātu priya parivāra pura sukha surati bana bisarāvahīṃ|| tulasī prabhuhi sikha dei āyasu dīnha puni āsiṣa daī| rati hou abirala amala siya raghubīra pada nita nita naī|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu carana siru nāi cale turata saṃkita hṛdaya~| bāgura biṣama torāi manahu~ bhāga mṛgu bhāga basa||75||

    Meaning

    'In this world she alone is a young woman blessed in her son, whose son is a devotee of Raghupati; otherwise it is better to be barren, and she has borne in vain who looks for good from a son turned away from Rama. It is by your own good fortune, my son, that Rama is going to the forest; there is no other reason for it. This is the great fruit of all merit — an unforced love for the feet of Rama and Sita. Passion, anger, envy, pride and delusion — never fall under their sway, not even in a dream. Casting off every kind of failing, serve them in thought, word and deed. The forest will be comfortable for you in every way, for Rama and Sita, your father and mother, are with you. Do that, my son, by which Rama may suffer no hardship in the woods: this is my instruction — that through you Rama and Sita may find happiness, and in the forest forget all memory of father and mother, of dear kinsfolk and the comforts of the city.' Having counselled her lord in this way, says Tulsidas, she gave him leave to go and then her blessing: 'May your love for the feet of Sita and Raghubira be unbroken and pure, and new each day.' Bowing his head at his mother's feet he set off at once, anxious at heart, like a deer that had by good luck broken a cruel snare and fled.

  76. Verse 76

    caupāī gae lakhanu jaha~ jānakināthū| bhe mana mudita pāi priya sāthū|| baṃdi rāma siya carana suhāe| cale saṃga nṛpamaṃdira āe|| kahahiṃ parasapara pura nara nārī| bhali banāi bidhi bāta bigārī|| tana kṛsa dukhu badana malīne| bikala manahu~ mākhī madhu chīne|| kara mījahiṃ siru dhuni pachitāhīṃ| janu bina paṃkha bihaga akulāhīṃ|| bhai baṛi bhīra bhūpa darabārā| barani na jāi biṣādu apārā|| saciva~ uṭhāi rāu baiṭhāre| kahi priya bacana rāmu pagu dhāre|| siya sameta dou tanaya nihārī| byākula bhayau bhūmipati bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā sīya sahita suta subhaga dou dekhi dekhi akulāi| bārahiṃ bāra saneha basa rāu lei ura lāi||76||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana went to where the Lord of Janaki was, and his heart was glad at winning the company of one so dear. He reverenced the lovely feet of Rama and Sita and walked along with them, and so they came to the king's palace. The men and women of the city were saying to one another that the Creator had made a fine job of ruining a settled matter. Their bodies were wasted and their faces darkened with grief, and they were as distraught as bees whose honey has been carried off. They wrung their hands, beat their heads and lamented, fluttering helplessly like birds without wings. A great crowd had gathered in the king's court, and the boundless anguish there was beyond describing. The minister raised the king and seated him, saying kindly that Rama had come. Beholding both his sons, and Sita with them, the lord of the earth was overwhelmed. Looking again and again at the two beautiful sons and at Sita, the king grew distraught, and again and again, overcome with love, clasped them to his breast.

  77. Verse 77

    caupāī sakai na boli bikala naranāhū| soka janita ura dāruna dāhū|| nāi sīsu pada ati anurāgā| uṭhi raghubīra bidā taba māgā|| pitu asīsa āyasu mohi dījai| haraṣa samaya bisamau kata kījai|| tāta kie~ priya prema pramādū| jasu jaga jāi hoi apabādū|| suni saneha basa uṭhi naranāhā~| baiṭhāre raghupati gahi bāhā~|| sunahu tāta tumha kahu~ muni kahahīṃ| rāmu carācara nāyaka ahahīṃ|| subha aru asubha karama anuhārī| īsa dei phalu hdaya~ bicārī|| karai jo karama pāva phala soī| nigama nīti asi kaha sabu koī|| dohā/soraṭhā auru karai aparādhu kou aura pāva phala bhogu| ati bicitra bhagavaṃta gati ko jaga jānai jogu||77||

    Meaning

    The king was so distraught that he could not speak, and a fierce burning born of sorrow filled his breast. Bowing his head at his father's feet with deep love, Raghubira rose and asked leave to go: 'Father, grant me your blessing and your command; why give way to sorrow at a time of rejoicing? To let love for one who is dear betray you into a lapse, dear father, would lose you your fame in the world and bring reproach in its place.' Hearing this the king, overcome with affection, rose, took Raghupati by the arm and seated him. 'Listen, my son: the sages say of you that Rama is the lord of all that moves and all that moves not. According to a man's good and evil deeds the Lord weighs the matter in his heart and awards the fruit; whoever does a deed receives its fruit — such is the rule laid down in scripture, and everyone says the same. Yet here one man commits the offence and another must eat the fruit of it. Wholly strange are the ways of the Lord: who in this world is fit to understand them?'

  78. Verse 78

    caupāī rāya~ rāma rākhana hita lāgī| bahuta upāya kie chalu tyāgī|| lakhī rāma rukha rahata na jāne| dharama dhuraṃdhara dhīra sayāne|| taba nṛpa sīya lāi ura līnhī| ati hita bahuta bhā~ti sikha dīnhī|| kahi bana ke dukha dusaha sunāe| sāsu sasura pitu sukha samujhāe|| siya manu rāma carana anurāgā| gharu na sugamu banu biṣamu na lāgā|| aurau sabahiṃ sīya samujhāī| kahi kahi bipina bipati adhikāī|| saciva nāri gura nāri sayānī| sahita saneha kahahiṃ mṛdu bānī|| tumha kahu~ tau na dīnha banabāsū| karahu jo kahahiṃ sasura gura sāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā -sikha sītali hita madhura mṛdu suni sītahi na sohāni| sarada caṃda caṃdani lagata janu cakaī akulāni||78||

    Meaning

    The king, laying all guile aside, tried every device to keep Rama back; but reading Rama's inclination he knew he would not stay — a champion of duty, steadfast and wise. Then the king clasped Sita to his breast and with great tenderness counselled her in many ways. He described the unbearable hardships of the forest and set out the comforts of staying with her father-in-law, her mother-in-law and her father. But Sita's heart was in love with Rama's feet, so home seemed to her no ease, nor the forest any hardship. Everyone else counselled her too, telling over and over of the many miseries of the woods; and the wise wives of the minister and of the guru spoke with affection in gentle words: 'No exile has been laid upon you; do as your father-in-law, your guru and your mother-in-law bid you.' That counsel, cooling and kindly, sweet and gentle, gave Sita no pleasure to hear — she was like the chakavi, grown restless the moment the moonlight of the autumn moon falls upon her.

  79. Verse 79

    caupāī sīya sakuca basa utaru na deī| so suni tamaki uṭhī kaikeī|| muni paṭa bhūṣana bhājana ānī| āgeṃ dhari bolī mṛdu bānī|| nṛpahi prāna priya tumha raghubīrā| sīla saneha na chāṛihi bhīrā|| sukṛta sujasu paraloku nasāū| tumhahi jāna bana kahihi na kāū|| asa bicāri soi karahu jo bhāvā| rāma janani sikha suni sukhu pāvā|| bhūpahi bacana bānasama lāge| karahiṃ na prāna payāna abhāge|| loga bikala muruchita naranāhū| kāha karia kachu sūjha na kāhū|| rāmu turata muni beṣu banāī| cale janaka jananihi siru nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā saji bana sāju samāju sabu banitā baṃdhu sameta| baṃdi bipra gura carana prabhu cale kari sabahi aceta||79||

    Meaning

    Sita, held back by modesty, gave no answer; hearing this, Kaikeyi flared up and rose. She fetched hermit's garments, ornaments and bowls, set them down before them and spoke in soft words: 'Raghubira, you are dear as life itself to the king, and being weak of heart he will never give up his tenderness and love. Though his merit, his fair fame and his life hereafter be ruined, he will never tell you to go to the forest. Consider this, and do what pleases you.' Rama heard his mother's counsel and was glad. To the king those words struck like arrows, yet his wretched breath would not depart. The people were beside themselves and the lord of men lay senseless; no one could think what ought to be done. Rama at once put on the garb of a hermit and set out, bowing his head to his father and his mother. With all the gear for the forest made ready, and his wife and brother beside him, the Lord saluted the Brahmins and the feet of his guru, and went his way, leaving everyone stunned and senseless.

  80. Verse 80

    caupāī nikasi basiṣṭha dvāra bhae ṭhāṛhe| dekhe loga biraha dava dāṛhe|| kahi priya bacana sakala samujhāe| bipra bṛṃda raghubīra bolāe|| gura sana kahi baraṣāsana dīnhe| ādara dāna binaya basa kīnhe|| jācaka dāna māna saṃtoṣe| mīta punīta prema paritoṣe|| dāsīṃ dāsa bolāi bahorī| gurahi sauṃpi bole kara jorī|| saba kai sāra sa~bhāra gosāīṃ| karabi janaka jananī kī nāī|| bārahiṃ bāra jori juga pānī| kahata rāmu saba sana mṛdu bānī|| soi saba bhā~ti mora hitakārī| jehi teṃ rahai bhuāla sukhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu sakala more biraha~ jehiṃ na hohiṃ dukha dīna| soi upāu tumha karehu saba pura jana parama prabīna||80||

    Meaning

    Coming out, he stood at Vasishtha's door and saw the people scorched by the wildfire of separation. He comforted them all with affectionate words, and Raghubira called the throng of Brahmins to him. Speaking to his guru, he had a year's maintenance settled upon them, and won them over with honour, gifts and humility. He satisfied the suppliants with alms and respect, and contented his friends with pure love. Then, calling the menservants and maidservants, he made them over to the guru and spoke with folded hands: 'My lord, take thought and care for them all as a father and mother would.' Again and again joining both palms, Rama spoke gently to everyone: 'He alone is my well-wisher in every way through whom the king may remain happy. See that none of my mothers is brought low by grief at my going: devise that means, all of you, for you citizens of the city are exceedingly skilful.'

  81. Verse 81

    caupāī ehi bidhi rāma sabahi samujhāvā| gura pada paduma haraṣi siru nāvā| ganapatī gauri girīsu manāī| cale asīsa pāi raghurāī|| rāma calata ati bhayau biṣādū| suni na jāi pura ārata nādū|| kusaguna laṃka avadha ati sokū| haharaṣa biṣāda bibasa suralokū|| gai muruchā taba bhūpati jāge| boli sumaṃtru kahana asa lāge|| rāmu cale bana prāna na jāhīṃ| kehi sukha lāgi rahata tana māhīṃ| ehi teṃ kavana byathā balavānā| jo dukhu pāi tajahiṃ tanu prānā|| puni dhari dhīra kahai naranāhū| lai rathu saṃga sakhā tumha jāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā -suṭhi sukumāra kumāra dou janakasutā sukumāri| ratha caṛhāi dekharāi banu phirehu gae~ dina cāri||81||

    Meaning

    In this way Rama consoled them all, and bowed his head with joy at his guru's lotus feet. Having made his prayer to Ganapati, Gauri and the Lord of the mountains, Raghurai received their blessing and set out. As Rama went there was measureless sorrow; the anguished wailing of the city could not be borne. Ill omens showed themselves in Lanka and deep grief in Ayodhya, while the world of the gods was seized at once by joy and by sorrow. When the swoon left him the king awoke, and calling Sumantra he began to speak thus: 'Rama has gone to the forest and still my life does not leave me. For what pleasure does it linger in this body? What pain is mightier than this, that a man should suffer it and give up body and breath together?' Then, gathering courage again, the lord of men said: 'Friend, take the chariot and go with them. Both princes are very tender and Janaka's daughter is delicate; set them in the chariot, let them see the forest, and when four days have passed, turn back.'

  82. Verse 82

    caupāī jau nahiṃ phirahiṃ dhīra dou bhāī| satyasaṃdha dṛṛhabrata raghurāī|| tau tumha binaya karehu kara jorī| pheria prabhu mithilesakisorī|| jaba siya kānana dekhi ḍerāī| kahehu mori sikha avasaru pāī|| sāsu sasura asa kaheu sa~desū| putri phiria bana bahuta kalesū|| pitṛgṛha kabahu~ kabahu~ sasurārī| rahehu jahā~ ruci hoi tumhārī|| ehi bidhi karehu upāya kadaṃbā| phirai ta hoi prāna avalaṃbā|| nāhiṃ ta mora maranu parināmā| kachu na basāi bhae~ bidhi bāmā|| asa kahi muruchi parā mahi rāū| rāmu lakhanu siya āni dekhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā -pāi rajāyasu nāi siru rathu ati bega banāi| gayau jahā~ bāhera nagara sīya sahita dou bhāi||82||

    Meaning

    'If the two resolute brothers will not turn back, for Raghurai is true to his pledge and unshakeable in his vow, then entreat him with folded hands: "Lord, send back the young daughter of Mithila's king." And when Sita is frightened at the sight of the forest, wait for your moment and give her my counsel: "Your mother-in-law and father-in-law have sent this message. Daughter, turn back, for the forest holds much hardship. Live sometimes at your father's house and sometimes at your husband's home, wherever it pleases you to be." Try every expedient in this fashion; if she comes back, my life will have a prop. If not, the end of it is my death, for nothing avails a man when fate has turned against him.' So saying, the king fell in a swoon upon the ground, crying, 'Bring Rama, Lakshmana and Sita, and let me see them!' Taking his orders and bowing his head, Sumantra made the chariot ready with all speed and drove to where the two brothers stood with Sita outside the city.

  83. Verse 83

    caupāī taba sumaṃtra nṛpa bacana sunāe| kari binatī ratha rāmu caṛhāe|| caṛhi ratha sīya sahita dou bhāī| cale hṛdaya~ avadhahi siru nāī|| calata rāmu lakhi avadha anāthā| bikala loga saba lāge sāthā|| kṛpāsiṃdhu bahubidhi samujhāvahiṃ| phirahiṃ prema basa puni phiri āvahiṃ|| lāgati avadha bhayāvani bhārī| mānahu~ kālarāti a~dhiārī|| ghora jaṃtu sama pura nara nārī| ḍarapahiṃ ekahi eka nihārī|| ghara masāna parijana janu bhūtā| suta hita mīta manahu~ jamadūtā|| bāganha biṭapa beli kumhilāhīṃ| sarita sarovara dekhi na jāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā haya gaya koṭinha kelimṛga purapasu cātaka mora| pika rathāṃga suka sārikā sārasa haṃsa cakora||83||

    Meaning

    Then Sumantra repeated the king's words and by much pleading got Rama to mount the chariot. Mounting it, the two brothers with Sita drove away, bowing their heads to Ayodhya within their hearts. Seeing Rama depart and Ayodhya left masterless, the distracted people all followed after him. The ocean of compassion reasoned with them in many ways; they would turn homewards, and then, mastered by love, come after him once more. Ayodhya seemed dreadful beyond bearing, as though it were the dark night of universal doom. The men and women of the city were like grim creatures, and shrank in fear at the sight of one another; the houses were as burning-grounds, the kinsfolk as ghosts, and sons, well-wishers and friends as messengers of Death. In the gardens the trees and creepers drooped and withered, and the rivers and lakes were painful to look upon. Horses and elephants in their crores, the pet deer, the beasts of the city, the chataka birds and the peacocks, the cuckoos and the chakravakas, parrots and mynahs, cranes, swans and chakoras --

  84. Verse 84

    caupāī rāma biyoga bikala saba ṭhāṛhe| jaha~ taha~ manahu~ citra likhi kāṛhe|| nagaru saphala banu gahabara bhārī| khaga mṛga bipula sakala nara nārī|| bidhi kaikeī kirātini kīnhī| jeṃhi dava dusaha dasahu~ disi dīnhī|| sahi na sake raghubara birahāgī| cale loga saba byākula bhāgī|| sabahiṃ bicāra kīnha mana māhīṃ| rāma lakhana siya binu sukhu nāhīṃ|| jahā~ rāmu taha~ sabui samājū| binu raghubīra avadha nahiṃ kājū|| cale sātha asa maṃtru dṛṛhāī| sura durlabha sukha sadana bihāī|| rāma carana paṃkaja priya jinhahī| biṣaya bhoga basa karahiṃ ki tinhahī|| dohā/soraṭhā bālaka bṛddha bihāi gṛ~ha lage loga saba sātha| tamasā tīra nivāsu kiya prathama divasa raghunātha||84||

    Meaning

    -- all of them stood distraught in the pain of parting from Rama, scattered here and there like figures drawn in a painting. The city was a great tangled forest laden with fruit, and its men and women were the countless birds and beasts within it; the Creator had made Kaikeyi the huntress, who set an unendurable fire to it on all ten sides. Unable to bear the fire of separation from Raghubara, the people all ran out after him in their distress. Every one of them settled it in his own mind: without Rama, Lakshmana and Sita there is no happiness; where Rama is, there is the whole community, and with Raghubira gone there is nothing left to do in Ayodhya. Firm in this resolve they went along with him, abandoning homes of comfort such as the gods themselves can scarcely win; for can the pleasures of sense hold in their grip those to whom Rama's lotus feet are dear? Leaving only the children and the aged at home, the whole people went with him, and on the first day Raghunatha halted on the bank of the Tamasa.

  85. Verse 85

    caupāī raghupati prajā premabasa dekhī| sadaya hṛdaya~ dukhu bhayau biseṣī|| karunāmaya raghunātha gosā~ī| begi pāiahiṃ pīra parāī|| kahi saprema mṛdu bacana suhāe| bahubidhi rāma loga samujhāe|| kie dharama upadesa ghanere| loga prema basa phirahiṃ na phere|| sīlu sanehu chāṛi nahiṃ jāī| asamaṃjasa basa bhe raghurāī|| loga soga śrama basa gae soī| kachuka devamāyā~ mati moī|| jabahiṃ jāma juga jāmini bītī| rāma saciva sana kaheu saprītī|| khoja māri rathu hā~kahu tātā| āna upāya~ banihi nahiṃ bātā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma lakhana suya jāna caṛhi saṃbhu carana siru nāi|| saciva~ calāyau turata rathu ita uta khoja durāi||85||

    Meaning

    Raghupati saw that the people were wholly in the grip of love, and an especial grief filled his tender heart, for the compassionate Lord Raghunath feels another's pain at once. Speaking loving words, gentle and sweet, Rama reasoned with them in every way and gave them abundant instruction in dharma; but the people, mastered by love, would not turn back though he turned them. Their goodness and affection could not be cast aside, and so Raghurai was left in a quandary. Worn out at last by sorrow and weariness the people fell asleep, and in some measure the maya of the gods clouded their minds. When two watches of the night had gone by, Rama said affectionately to the minister, 'Blot out the trail and drive the chariot on, dear one; nothing else will serve.' Bowing their heads at Shambhu's feet, Rama, Lakshmana and Sita mounted the chariot, and the minister at once drove it away, hiding the wheel-marks now this way and now that.

  86. Verse 86

    caupāī jāge sakala loga bhae~ bhorū| ge raghunātha bhayau ati sorū|| ratha kara khoja katahahu~ nahiṃ pāvahiṃ| rāma rāma kahi cahu disi dhāvahiṃ|| manahu~ bārinidhi būṛa jahājū| bhayau bikala baṛa banika samājū|| ekahi eka deṃhiṃ upadesū| taje rāma hama jāni kalesū|| niṃdahiṃ āpu sarāhahiṃ mīnā| dhiga jīvanu raghubīra bihīnā|| jauṃ pai priya biyogu bidhi kīnhā| tau kasa maranu na māgeṃ dīnhā|| ehi bidhi karata pralāpa kalāpā| āe avadha bhare paritāpā|| biṣama biyogu na jāi bakhānā| avadhi āsa saba rākhahiṃ prānā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma darasa hita nema brata lage karana nara nāri| manahu~ koka kokī kamala dīna bihīna tamāri||86||

    Meaning

    At daybreak all the people awoke, and finding Raghunath gone they raised a great outcry. Nowhere could they find the track of the chariot, and crying 'Rama, Rama' they ran off in all four directions, like a great company of merchants driven frantic when their ship goes down in the sea. Each counselled the other: 'Rama has left us behind, counting us an affliction.' They reproached themselves and praised the fish, which does not outlive its parting from the water, and said that life without Raghubira was a thing to be cursed. 'If the Creator had decreed this parting from our beloved, why did he not grant us the death we begged of him?' Lamenting thus in a hundred ways they came back to Ayodhya, filled with anguish. That bitter separation cannot be told; it was only the hope of the appointed term that kept the breath in their bodies. Men and women alike began to keep rules and vows for the sake of beholding Rama again, forlorn as the ruddy sheldrake and his mate and the lotus when the sun, the enemy of darkness, is gone.

  87. Verse 87

    caupāī sītā saciva sahita dou bhāī| sṛṃgaberapura pahu~ce jāī|| utare rāma devasari dekhī| kīnha daṃḍavata haraṣu biseṣī|| lakhana saciva~ siya~ kie pranāmā| sabahi sahita sukhu pāyau rāmā|| gaṃga sakala muda maṃgala mūlā| saba sukha karani harani saba sūlā|| kahi kahi koṭika kathā prasaṃgā| rāmu bilokahiṃ gaṃga taraṃgā|| sacivahi anujahi priyahi sunāī| bibudha nadī mahimā adhikāī|| majjanu kīnha paṃtha śrama gayaū| suci jalu piata mudita mana bhayaū|| sumirata jāhi miṭai śrama bhārū| tehi śrama yaha laukika byavahārū|| dohā/soraṭhā sudhda sacidānaṃdamaya kaṃda bhānukula ketu| carita karata nara anuharata saṃsṛti sāgara setu||87||

    Meaning

    With Sita and with the minister, the two brothers came at last to Shringaverapura. Seeing the river of the gods, Rama alighted and prostrated himself before her with especial joy; Lakshmana, the minister and Sita made obeisance too, and Rama with all of them found happiness there. Ganga is the root of every delight and blessing, the giver of all happiness and the remover of all pain. Telling over countless tales and stories, Rama gazed upon the waves of Ganga, and recounted to the minister, to his younger brother and to his beloved the surpassing glory of the celestial river. They bathed, and the weariness of the road left them; drinking that pure water gladdened their hearts. Yet in him whose very remembrance lifts the heavy load of toil, such weariness is nothing but the way of the world. Pure, the very root and substance of being, consciousness and bliss, the banner of the solar line performs his deeds after the manner of a man, and those deeds are a bridge across the ocean of birth and death.

  88. Verse 88

    caupāī yaha sudhi guha~ niṣāda jaba pāī| mudita lie priya baṃdhu bolāī|| lie phala mūla bheṃṭa bhari bhārā| milana caleu hiṃya~ haraṣu apārā|| kari daṃḍavata bheṃṭa dhari āgeṃ| prabhuhi bilokata ati anurāgeṃ|| sahaja saneha bibasa raghurāī| pū~chī kusala nikaṭa baiṭhāī|| nātha kusala pada paṃkaja dekheṃ| bhayau~ bhāgabhājana jana lekheṃ|| deva dharani dhanu dhāmu tumhārā| maiṃ janu nīcu sahita parivārā|| kṛpā karia pura dhāria pāū| thāpiya janu sabu logu sihāū|| kahehu satya sabu sakhā sujānā| mohi dīnha pitu āyasu ānā|| dohā/soraṭhā baraṣa cāridasa bāsu bana muni brata beṣu ahāru| grāma bāsu nahiṃ ucita suni guhahi bhayau dukhu bhāru||88||

    Meaning

    When Guha the Nishada had word of this, he joyfully called his dear kinsmen together, and loading up fruits and roots as an offering he set out to meet them with boundless gladness in his heart. Prostrating himself and laying the gifts before the Lord, he gazed at him with the deepest love. Overcome by his own natural affection, Raghurai seated him close by and asked after his welfare. 'Master, all is well now that I have seen your lotus feet; I have become fortunate, reckoned among your own people. Lord, the land, the wealth and the house are all yours; I am only a lowly servant, I and my whole family. Show me favour and set foot in my town; give this servant such standing that the whole world may envy him.' 'You have spoken it all truly, wise friend,' said Rama, 'but my father has laid another command upon me — fourteen years' dwelling in the forest, with the vow, the garb and the fare of a hermit; to live in a village would not be right.' Hearing that, Guha was weighed down with grief.

  89. Verse 89

    caupāī rāma lakhana siya rūpa nihārī| kahahiṃ saprema grāma nara nārī|| te pitu mātu kahahu sakhi kaise| jinha paṭhae bana bālaka aise|| eka kahahiṃ bhala bhūpati kīnhā| loyana lāhu hamahi bidhi dīnhā|| taba niṣādapati ura anumānā| taru siṃsupā manohara jānā|| lai raghunāthahi ṭhāu~ dekhāvā| kaheu rāma saba bhā~ti suhāvā|| purajana kari johāru ghara āe| raghubara saṃdhyā karana sidhāe|| guha~ sa~vāri sā~tharī ḍasāī| kusa kisalayamaya mṛdula suhāī|| suci phala mūla madhura mṛdu jānī| donā bhari bhari rākhesi pānī|| dohā/soraṭhā siya sumaṃtra bhrātā sahita kaṃda mūla phala khāi| sayana kīnha raghubaṃsamani pāya paloṭata bhāi||89||

    Meaning

    Gazing at the beauty of Rama, Lakshmana and Sita, the men and women of the village spoke lovingly to one another: 'Tell me, friend, what manner of father and mother can they be, who have sent children such as these to the forest?' One of them said, 'The king has done well; the Creator has given our eyes their reward.' Then the lord of the Nishadas turned it over in his mind and fixed upon a charming shinshapa tree; he took Raghunath and showed him the place, and Rama said it was pleasing in every way. The townsfolk made their salutation and went home, and Raghubar withdrew to perform the evening devotions. Guha prepared and spread a bed of kusha grass and tender leaves, soft and inviting, and choosing clean fruits and roots that were sweet and soft, he filled leaf-cups with them and set water ready. With Sita, Sumantra and his brother, the jewel of the house of Raghu ate of the bulbs, roots and fruits, and then lay down to sleep, while his brother kneaded his feet.

  90. Verse 90

    caupāī uṭhe lakhanu prabhu sovata jānī| kahi sacivahi sovana mṛdu bānī|| kachuka dūra saji bāna sarāsana| jāgana lage baiṭhi bīrāsana|| gu~ha bolāi pāharū pratītī| ṭhāva~ ṭhā~va rākhe ati prītī|| āpu lakhana pahiṃ baiṭheu jāī| kaṭi bhāthī sara cāpa caṛhāī|| sovata prabhuhi nihāri niṣādū| bhayau prema basa hdaya~ biṣādū|| tanu pulakita jalu locana bahaī| bacana saprema lakhana sana kahaī|| bhūpati bhavana subhāya~ suhāvā| surapati sadanu na paṭatara pāvā|| manimaya racita cāru caubāre| janu ratipati nija hātha sa~vāre|| dohā/soraṭhā suci subicitra subhogamaya sumana sugaṃdha subāsa| pala~ga maṃju manidīpa jaha~ saba bidhi sakala supāsa||90||

    Meaning

    Knowing the Lord asleep, Lakshmana rose, and having told the minister in a gentle voice to sleep, he took up bow and arrows a little way off and kept watch, seated in the hero's posture. Guha summoned trusted watchmen and with great love posted them at one place and another, and himself went and sat beside Lakshmana, a quiver at his waist and an arrow fitted to the strung bow. Looking at the Lord lying asleep, the Nishada was overcome with love and sorrow filled his heart; his body thrilled, water flowed from his eyes, and he spoke lovingly to Lakshmana: 'The king's palace is beautiful by its very nature; even the mansion of the lord of the gods is no match for it. Those lovely upper chambers wrought of jewels seem as though the lord of Rati had fashioned them with his own hands — clean, wondrously varied, furnished for every enjoyment, fragrant with the scent of sweet flowers, where there are exquisite couches and lamps of jewels and every comfort of every kind at hand.'

  91. Verse 91

    caupāī bibidha basana upadhāna turāī| chīra phena mṛdu bisada suhāī|| taha~ siya rāmu sayana nisi karahīṃ| nija chabi rati manoja madu harahīṃ|| te siya rāmu sātharīṃ soe| śramita basana binu jāhiṃ na joe|| mātu pitā parijana purabāsī| sakhā susīla dāsa aru dāsī|| jogavahiṃ jinhahi prāna kī nāī| mahi sovata tei rāma gosāīṃ|| pitā janaka jaga bidita prabhāū| sasura suresa sakhā raghurāū|| rāmacaṃdu pati so baidehī| sovata mahi bidhi bāma na kehī|| siya raghubīra ki kānana jogū| karama pradhāna satya kaha logū|| dohā/soraṭhā kaikayanaṃdini maṃdamati kaṭhina kuṭilapanu kīnha| jehīṃ raghunaṃdana jānakihi sukha avasara dukhu dīnha||91||

    Meaning

    Garments of many kinds, pillows and mattresses, soft and white and lovely as the froth of milk — on beds such as these Sita and Rama used to sleep at night, and by their own beauty they stripped Rati and the god of love of their pride. Those same Sita and Rama now lie on a bed of straw, weary and without covering; one cannot bear to look upon them. Mother and father, kinsfolk and townsfolk, friends, well-mannered servants and maids tended them as dearly as their own breath — and that lord Rama sleeps on the bare earth. Her father is Janaka, whose greatness is known throughout the world; her father-in-law is the king of the Raghus, the friend of Indra; her husband is Ramachandra — and even she, the daughter of Videha, sleeps upon the ground. To whom has fate not turned hostile? Are Sita and Raghubira fit for the forest? People say truly that it is deeds that rule all. Kaikeyi, daughter of the Kekaya king, dull of wit, wrought a hard and crooked thing, giving grief to Raghunandana and to Janaki at the very hour of their joy.

  92. Verse 92

    caupāī bhai dinakara kula biṭapa kuṭhārī| kumati kīnha saba bisva dukhārī|| bhayau biṣādu niṣādahi bhārī| rāma sīya mahi sayana nihārī|| bole lakhana madhura mṛdu bānī| gyāna birāga bhagati rasa sānī|| kāhu na kou sukha dukha kara dātā| nija kṛta karama bhoga sabu bhrātā|| joga biyoga bhoga bhala maṃdā| hita anahita madhyama bhrama phaṃdā|| janamu maranu jaha~ lagi jaga jālū| saṃpatī bipati karamu aru kālū|| dharani dhāmu dhanu pura parivārū| saragu naraku jaha~ lagi byavahārū|| dekhia sunia gunia mana māhīṃ| moha mūla paramārathu nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā sapaneṃ hoi bhikhāri nṛpa raṃku nākapati hoi| jāgeṃ lābhu na hāni kachu timi prapaṃca jiya~ joi||92||

    Meaning

    That evil-minded woman became an axe to the tree of the Sun's line, and made the whole world grieve. Heavy was the sorrow of the Nishada as he gazed on Rama and Sita asleep on the ground. Then Lakshmana spoke in sweet and gentle words, steeped in the savour of knowledge, dispassion and devotion: 'No one is the giver of joy or sorrow to another; brother, every man tastes the fruit of the deeds he himself has done. Union and separation, fortune good and ill, friend and foe and the man who is neither — all are the noose of delusion. Birth and death and every net this world spreads, wealth and calamity, action and time; land, house, riches, city and family, heaven and hell and every dealing there is — whatever is seen, whatever is heard, whatever is turned over in the mind — all of it is rooted in delusion, and none of it is the highest truth. In a dream a king becomes a beggar, and a pauper becomes lord of heaven; on waking there is neither gain nor loss. Look upon this whole world-show in your heart in just that way.'

  93. Verse 93

    caupāī asa bicāri nahiṃ kījaa rosū| kāhuhi bādi na deia dosū|| moha nisā~ sabu sovanihārā| dekhia sapana aneka prakārā|| ehiṃ jaga jāmini jāgahiṃ jogī| paramārathī prapaṃca biyogī|| jānia tabahiṃ jīva jaga jāgā| jaba jaba biṣaya bilāsa birāgā|| hoi bibeku moha bhrama bhāgā| taba raghunātha carana anurāgā|| sakhā parama paramārathu ehū| mana krama bacana rāma pada nehū|| rāma brahma paramāratha rūpā| abigata alakha anādi anūpā|| sakala bikāra rahita gatabhedā| kahi nita neti nirūpahiṃ bedā| dohā/soraṭhā bhagata bhūmi bhūsura surabhi sura hita lāgi kṛpāla| karata carita dhari manuja tanu sunata miṭahi jaga jāla||93||

    Meaning

    'Considering this, give no room to anger, and lay blame on no one without cause. All lie sleeping in the night of delusion, and they see dreams of every kind; in this night that is the world, only the yogis stay awake — those bent on the highest truth, who have parted company with the world-show. Know that a soul has woken in this world only when it turns away from the pleasures of sense; when discernment dawns and the confusion of delusion flees, then comes love for the feet of Raghunatha. Friend, this is the supreme end of all: love for Rama's feet in thought, word and deed. Rama is Brahman, the very form of the highest reality — unknowable, imperceptible, without beginning, without compare, free of every change and beyond all division, whom the Vedas ever define by saying, not this, not this. For the sake of his devotees, of the earth, of the brahmins, of the cows and of the gods, the merciful one takes a human body and performs his deeds, and for those who listen to them the net of the world falls away.'

  94. Verse 94

    caupāī sakhā samujhi asa parihari mohu| siya raghubīra carana rata hohū|| kahata rāma guna bhā bhinusārā| jāge jaga maṃgala sukhadārā|| sakala soca kari rāma nahāvā| suci sujāna baṭa chīra magāvā|| anuja sahita sira jaṭā banāe| dekhi sumaṃtra nayana jala chāe|| hṛdaya~ dāhu ati badana malīnā| kaha kara jori bacana ati dīnā|| nātha kaheu asa kosalanāthā| lai rathu jāhu rāma keṃ sāthā|| banu dekhāi surasari anhavāī| ānehu pheri begi dou bhāī|| lakhanu rāmu siya ānehu pherī| saṃsaya sakala sa~koca niberī|| dohā/soraṭhā nṛpa asa kaheu gosāīṃ jasa kahai karauṃ bali soi| kari binatī pāyanha pareu dīnha bāla jimi roi||94||

    Meaning

    'Friend, understand this, cast off your delusion, and give your love to the feet of Sita and Raghubira.' While they were still telling over Rama's virtues the dawn came, and he who is the blessing of the world and the giver of joy awoke. Rama performed every purifying rite and bathed, and the pure and knowing one sent for the milky sap of the banyan; with his younger brother he wound his hair into matted locks. Seeing it, Sumantra's eyes brimmed over; his heart burning and his face darkened, he joined his palms and spoke in the most piteous words: 'Lord, the king of Kosala said this to me — take the chariot and go with Rama; show them the forest, bathe them in the river of the gods, and bring the two brothers back quickly; bring Lakshmana, Rama and Sita back, and settle every doubt and every hesitation. So the king spoke; my lord, I am wholly yours, and whatever you say, that I shall do.' Having made his plea, he fell at Rama's feet and wept like a child.

  95. Verse 95

    caupāī tāta kṛpā kari kījia soī| jāteṃ avadha anātha na hoī|| maṃtrahi rāma uṭhāi prabodhā| tāta dharama matu tumha sabu sodhā|| sibi dadhīci haricaṃda naresā| sahe dharama hita koṭi kalesā|| raṃtideva bali bhūpa sujānā| dharamu dhareu sahi saṃkaṭa nānā|| dharamu na dūsara satya samānā| āgama nigama purāna bakhānā|| maiṃ soi dharamu sulabha kari pāvā| tajeṃ tihū~ pura apajasu chāvā|| saṃbhāvita kahu~ apajasa lāhū| marana koṭi sama dāruna dāhū|| tumha sana tāta bahuta kā kahaū~| die~ utaru phiri pātaku lahaū~|| dohā/soraṭhā pitu pada gahi kahi koṭi nati binaya karaba kara jori| ciṃtā kavanihu bāta kai tāta karia jani mori||95||

    Meaning

    'Dear one, be gracious and act in such a way that Ayodhya is not left without a master' — so the minister pleaded. Rama raised him up and consoled him: 'Father, you have examined the whole doctrine of dharma. Shibi, Dadhichi and King Harishchandra bore countless torments for the sake of dharma; Rantideva and the wise king Bali upheld dharma and endured trouble upon trouble. There is no dharma equal to truth — so the Agamas, the Vedas and the Puranas declare — and that very dharma has come to me easily. Were I to abandon it, my ill fame would spread through the three worlds; and for a man of standing to gain ill fame is a burning as cruel as ten million deaths. What more shall I say to you, father? By merely giving an answer back I take on sin. Clasp my father's feet, offer him ten million obeisances from me, and entreat him with folded hands that he must not, on any account, be anxious for me.'

  96. Verse 96

    caupāī tumha puni pitu sama ati hita moreṃ| binatī karau~ tāta kara joreṃ|| saba bidhi soi karatabya tumhāreṃ| dukha na pāva pitu soca hamāreṃ|| suni raghunātha saciva saṃbādū| bhayau saparijana bikala niṣādū|| puni kachu lakhana kahī kaṭu bānī| prabhu baraje baṛa anucita jānī|| sakuci rāma nija sapatha devāī| lakhana sa~desu kahia jani jāī|| kaha sumaṃtru puni bhūpa sa~desū| sahi na sakihi siya bipina kalesū|| jehi bidhi avadha āva phiri sīyā| soi raghubarahi tumhahi karanīyā|| nataru nipaṭa avalaṃba bihīnā| maiṃ na jiaba jimi jala binu mīnā|| dohā/soraṭhā maikeṃ sasareṃ sakala sukha jabahiṃ jahā~ manu māna|| ta~ha taba rahihi sukhena siya jaba lagi bipati bihāna||96||

    Meaning

    'You too are like a father to me and my great well-wisher; with folded hands I make this request of you, father — in every way it rests upon you to see that my father takes no grief on our account.' Hearing this exchange between Raghunatha and the minister, the Nishada and all his people were overcome. Then Lakshmana spoke some bitter words, and the Lord checked him, knowing them highly improper; abashed, Rama made Sumantra swear by him that Lakshmana's message must not be carried back and repeated. Then Sumantra gave the king's own message: 'Sita will not be able to endure the hardships of the forest. Whatever will bring Sita back to Ayodhya, that is what you and Raghubara should do; otherwise, left utterly without support, I shall not live, as a fish does not live without water. At her mother's house and at her husband's there is every comfort; wherever and whenever her heart is content, there let Sita stay at ease, until this night of calamity gives way to morning.'

  97. Verse 97

    caupāī binatī bhūpa kīnha jehi bhā~tī| ārati prīti na so kahi jātī|| pitu sa~desu suni kṛpānidhānā| siyahi dīnha sikha koṭi bidhānā|| sāsu sasura gura priya parivārū| phiratu ta saba kara miṭai khabhārū|| suni pati bacana kahati baidehī| sunahu prānapati parama sanehī|| prabhu karunāmaya parama bibekī| tanu taji rahati chā~ha kimi cheṃkī|| prabhā jāi kaha~ bhānu bihāī| kaha~ caṃdrikā caṃdu taji jāī|| patihi premamaya binaya sunāī| kahati saciva sana girā suhāī|| tumha pitu sasura sarisa hitakārī| utaru deu~ phiri anucita bhārī|| dohā/soraṭhā ārati basa sanamukha bhaiu~ bilagu na mānaba tāta| ārajasuta pada kamala binu bādi jahā~ lagi nāta||97||

    Meaning

    The way the king had made his entreaty — that anguish, that love, cannot be told. Hearing his father's message, the treasury of compassion counselled Sita in a myriad ways: 'Your mother-in-law and father-in-law, our guru and all the dear household — if you turn back, the anxiety of every one of them will be wiped away.' Hearing her husband's words, Videha's daughter said, 'Hear me, lord of my life, dearest of all. My Lord, you are full of compassion and supremely discerning: how can a shadow leave the body and stay held back? Where does radiance go, forsaking the sun? Where does moonlight go, abandoning the moon?' Having offered this loving submission to her husband, she turned to the minister and spoke in sweet words: 'You are a well-wisher to me as my own father and my father-in-law are, and to answer you back is a great impropriety. It is distress alone that has made me speak out before you — do not take it amiss, father. Without the lotus feet of my noble lord, every tie there is counts for nothing.'

  98. Verse 98

    caupāī pitu baibhava bilāsa maiṃ ḍīṭhā| nṛpa mani mukuṭa milita pada pīṭhā|| sukhanidhāna asa pitu gṛha moreṃ| piya bihīna mana bhāva na bhoreṃ|| sasura cakkavai kosalarāū| bhuvana cāridasa pragaṭa prabhāū|| āgeṃ hoi jehi surapati leī| aradha siṃghāsana āsanu deī|| sasuru etādṛsa avadha nivāsū| priya parivāru mātu sama sāsū|| binu raghupati pada paduma parāgā| mohi keu sapanehu~ sukhada na lāgā|| agama paṃtha banabhūmi pahārā| kari kehari sara sarita apārā|| kola kirāta kuraṃga bihaṃgā| mohi saba sukhada prānapati saṃgā|| dohā/soraṭhā sāsu sasura sana mori hu~ti binaya karabi pari pāya~|| mora socu jani karia kachu maiṃ bana sukhī subhāya~||98||

    Meaning

    'I have seen my father's wealth and its splendour — a footstool where the crest-jewels of kings meet as they bow. Such a storehouse of comfort is my father's house, yet parted from my beloved my mind does not incline to it even by oversight. My father-in-law is an emperor, the king of Kosala, whose might is manifest through all fourteen worlds; the king of the gods himself steps forward to welcome him and seats him upon half of his own throne. Such is my father-in-law, and Ayodhya is my dwelling, the household dear to me, and my mothers-in-law as my own mother. Yet without the pollen of Raghupati's lotus feet nothing of it seems sweet to me, not even in a dream. Trackless paths, forest land and hills, elephants and lions, boundless pools and rivers, Kols and Kiratas, deer and birds — all of it is joy to me in the company of the lord of my life. Fall at the feet of my mother-in-law and father-in-law and carry my submission to them: let them not grieve for me at all, for I am happy in the forest by my very nature.'

  99. Verse 99

    caupāī prānanātha priya devara sāthā| bīra dhurīna dhareṃ dhanu bhāthā|| nahiṃ maga śramu bhramu dukha mana moreṃ| mohi lagi socu karia jani bhoreṃ|| suni sumaṃtru siya sītali bānī| bhayau bikala janu phani mani hānī|| nayana sūjha nahiṃ sunai na kānā| kahi na sakai kachu ati akulānā|| rāma prabodhu kīnha bahu bhā~ti| tadapi hoti nahiṃ sītali chātī|| jatana aneka sātha hita kīnhe| ucita utara raghunaṃdana dīnhe|| meṭi jāi nahiṃ rāma rajāī| kaṭhina karama gati kachu na basāī|| rāma lakhana siya pada siru nāī| phireu banika jimi mūra gavā~ī|| dohā/soraṭhā -ratha hā~keu haya rāma tana heri heri hihināhiṃ| dekhi niṣāda biṣādabasa dhunahiṃ sīsa pachitāhiṃ||99||

    Meaning

    'With the lord of my life beside me and my dear brother-in-law, foremost among heroes, bearing bow and quiver, my mind knows no weariness of the road, no bewilderment, no sorrow; do not grieve on my account even by mistake.' Hearing Sita's cooling words Sumantra was thrown into distress like a snake whose head-jewel has been taken from it: his eyes could see nothing, his ears could hear nothing, and in his great agitation he could not utter a word. Rama consoled him in many ways, yet his breast would not be cooled; he tried device after device to be allowed to stay with them, and Raghunandana gave each attempt its fitting answer. Rama's command could not be set aside — hard is the working of destiny, and nothing lay in his power. So, bowing his head at the feet of Rama, Lakshmana and Sita, he turned back as a trader turns back who has forfeited the very stock he traded with. He drove the chariot away, but the horses kept turning to look at Rama and neighing; and the Nishadas who saw it were overcome with grief, beating their heads and lamenting.

  100. Verse 100

    caupāī jāsu biyoga bikala pasu aise| prajā mātu pitu jiihahiṃ kaiseṃ|| barabasa rāma sumaṃtru paṭhāe| surasari tīra āpu taba āe|| māgī nāva na kevaṭu ānā| kahai tumhāra maramu maiṃ jānā|| carana kamala raja kahu~ sabu kahaī| mānuṣa karani mūri kachu ahaī|| chuata silā bhai nāri suhāī| pāhana teṃ na kāṭha kaṭhināī|| taraniu muni gharini hoi jāī| bāṭa parai mori nāva uṛāī|| ehiṃ pratipālau~ sabu parivārū| nahiṃ jānau~ kachu aura kabārū|| jau prabhu pāra avasi gā cahahū| mohi pada paduma pakhārana kahahū||

    Meaning

    'When beasts are so undone by parting from him,' they lamented, 'how will his people, and his mother and father, live?' Rama sent Sumantra back against his will, and then came himself to the bank of the celestial river. He asked for a boat, but the ferryman would not bring it, saying, 'I know your secret. Everyone speaks of the dust of your lotus feet as a herb of some kind that has the power to make a human being of whatever it touches: a stone it touched became a lovely woman, and wood is not harder than stone. My little boat too would turn into a sage's wife; it would fly from me and I should be left destitute on the road. It is by this boat that I keep my whole family, and I know no other trade. If you must certainly cross, my Lord, then bid me wash your lotus feet.'

  101. Verse 101

    caupāī kṛpāsiṃdhu bole musukāī| soi karu jeṃhi tava nāva na jāī|| vegi ānu jala pāya pakhārū| hota bilaṃbu utārahi pārū|| jāsu nāma sumarata eka bārā| utarahiṃ nara bhavasiṃdhu apārā|| soi kṛpālu kevaṭahi nihorā| jehiṃ jagu kiya tihu pagahu te thorā|| pada nakha nirakhi devasari haraṣī| suni prabhu bacana moha~ mati karaṣī|| kevaṭa rāma rajāyasu pāvā| pāni kaṭhavatā bhari lei āvā|| ati ānaṃda umagi anurāgā| carana saroja pakhārana lāgā|| baraṣi sumana sura sakala sihāhīṃ| ehi sama punyapuṃja kou nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā pada pakhāri jalu pāna kari āpu sahita parivāra| pitara pāru kari prabhuhi puni mudita gayau lei pāra||101||

    Meaning

    The ocean of mercy said with a smile, 'Then do whatever will keep your boat from being lost. Bring water quickly and wash my feet; it is growing late — take us across.' He whose name, remembered but once, carries men over the shoreless ocean of birth and death; he who reduced the whole world to less than three of his own paces — that same gracious Lord stood entreating a ferryman. Beholding the nails of his feet the celestial river rejoiced, and hearing the Lord's words her judgement was drawn away by fond bewilderment. Having received Rama's leave, the boatman brought a wooden bowl filled with water, and with joy and love welling up in him began to wash the lotus feet. All the gods rained down flowers and envied him: there is no such heap of merit in anyone as in this man. Having washed the feet, he drank that water himself along with his family, and having thereby carried his forefathers across, he joyfully ferried the Lord to the farther bank.

  102. Verse 102

    caupāī utari ṭhāṛa bhae surasari retā| sīyarāma guha lakhana sametā|| kevaṭa utari daṃḍavata kīnhā| prabhuhi sakuca ehi nahiṃ kachu dīnhā|| piya hiya kī siya jānanihārī| mani mudarī mana mudita utārī|| kaheu kṛpāla lehi utarāī| kevaṭa carana gahe akulāī|| nātha āju maiṃ kāha na pāvā| miṭe doṣa dukha dārida dāvā|| bahuta kāla maiṃ kīnhi majūrī| āju dīnha bidhi bani bhali bhūrī|| aba kachu nātha na cāhia moreṃ| dīnadayāla anugraha toreṃ|| phiratī bāra mohi je debā| so prasādu maiṃ sira dhari lebā|| dohā/soraṭhā bahuta kīnha prabhu lakhana siya~ nahiṃ kachu kevaṭu lei| bidā kīnha karunāyatana bhagati bimala baru dei||102||

    Meaning

    They stepped ashore and stood upon the sand of the celestial river — Sita and Rama, with Guha and Lakshmana. The boatman came out and prostrated himself full length, and the Lord felt abashed that he had given the man nothing. Sita, who reads her beloved's heart, gladly drew the jewelled ring from her finger. The gracious one said, 'Take your fare,' but the boatman clasped his feet in distress. 'Lord, what is there that I have not received today? My faults, my sorrows and the wildfire of my poverty are all put out. For a long while I have laboured for hire; today the Creator has arranged good and ample wages for me. Now, master, I need nothing at all, such is your favour, you who are kind to the lowly. Whatever you give me on your return, that gift I shall take upon my head.' The Lord, Lakshmana and Sita pressed him hard, but the ferryman would take nothing; so the abode of compassion sent him on his way, granting him the boon of stainless devotion.

  103. Verse 103

    caupāī taba majjanu kari raghukulanāthā| pūji pārathiva nāyau māthā|| siya~ surasarihi kaheu kara jorī| mātu manoratha puraubi morī|| pati devara saṃga kusala bahorī| āi karauṃ jehiṃ pūjā torī|| suni siya binaya prema rasa sānī| bhai taba bimala bāri bara bānī|| sunu raghubīra priyā baidehī| tava prabhāu jaga bidita na kehī|| lokapa hohiṃ bilokata toreṃ| tohi sevahiṃ saba sidhi kara joreṃ|| tumha jo hamahi baṛi binaya sunāī| kṛpā kīnhi mohi dīnhi baṛāī|| tadapi debi maiṃ debi asīsā| saphala hopana hita nija bāgīsā|| dohā/soraṭhā prānanātha devara sahita kusala kosalā āi| pūjahi saba manakāmanā sujasu rahihi jaga chāi||103||

    Meaning

    Then the Lord of the Raghu line bathed, worshipped an earthen image of Shiva and bowed his head before it. Sita with folded hands spoke to the celestial river: 'Mother, fulfil this longing of mine. Let me come again in safety with my husband and his brother, and then perform your worship.' Hearing Sita's plea steeped in the essence of love, a fair voice rose from the clear water: 'Listen, Vaidehi, beloved of Raghubira, to whom in the world is your power unknown? At a look from you men become guardians of the worlds, and all the powers of perfection wait upon you with folded hands. That you have made so great an entreaty to me is your own kindness; you have honoured me by it. Even so, goddess, I shall give a blessing, that my own gift of speech may bear fruit: come back safe to Kosala with your lord of life and his brother, every wish of your heart shall be fulfilled, and your fair fame shall spread across the world.'

  104. Verse 104

    caupāī gaṃga bacana suni maṃgala mūlā| mudita sīya surasari anukulā|| taba prabhu guhahi kaheu ghara jāhū| sunata sūkha mukhu bhā ura dāhū|| dīna bacana guha kaha kara jorī| binaya sunahu raghukulamani morī|| nātha sātha rahi paṃthu dekhāī| kari dina cāri carana sevakāī|| jehiṃ bana jāi rahaba raghurāī| paranakuṭī maiṃ karabi suhāī|| taba mohi kaha~ jasi deba rajāī| soi karihau~ raghubīra dohāī|| sahaja saneha rāma lakhi tāsu| saṃga līnha guha hṛdaya hulāsū|| puni guha~ gyāti boli saba līnhe| kari paritoṣu bidā taba kīnhe|| dohā/soraṭhā taba ganapati siva sumiri prabhu nāi surasarihi mātha| sakhā anuja siyā sahita bana gavanu kīnha radhunātha||104||

    Meaning

    Hearing Ganga's words, the root of all good fortune, Sita rejoiced that the celestial river was favourable. Then the Lord told Guha to go home; at that his mouth went dry and his heart burned. With folded hands Guha spoke humble words: 'Hear my prayer, jewel of the Raghus. Let me stay with you, lord, and show the path, and for four days serve at your feet. In whatever forest you go and dwell, Raghurai, I shall build you a fine hut of leaves. Then whatever command you give me, that I shall do, by Raghubira's oath.' Seeing his unfeigned affection, Rama took him along, and Guha's heart filled with delight. Then Guha called all his kinsmen together, satisfied them and sent them away. Then, calling Ganapati and Shiva to mind and bowing his head to the celestial river, Raghunatha set out for the forest with his friend, his younger brother and Sita.

  105. Verse 105

    caupāī tehi dina bhayau biṭapa tara bāsū| lakhana sakhā~ saba kīnha supāsū|| prāta prātakṛta kari radhusāī| tīratharāju dīkha prabhu jāī|| saciva satya śradhdā priya nārī| mādhava sarisa mītu hitakārī|| cāri padāratha bharā bha~ḍāru| punya pradesa desa ati cāru|| chetra agama gaṛhu gāṛha suhāvā| sapanehu~ nahiṃ pratipacchinha pāvā|| sena sakala tīratha bara bīrā| kaluṣa anīka dalana ranadhīrā|| saṃgamu siṃhāsanu suṭhi sohā| chatru akhayabaṭu muni manu mohā|| cava~ra jamuna aru gaṃga taraṃgā| dekhi hohiṃ dukha dārida bhaṃgā|| dohā/soraṭhā sevahiṃ sukṛti sādhu suci pāvahiṃ saba manakāma| baṃdī beda purāna gana kahahiṃ bimala guna grāma||105||

    Meaning

    That day they lodged under a tree, and Lakshmana and the friend made every comfortable arrangement. At daybreak the Lord of the Raghus performed the morning rites and went on to behold Prayaga, the king of holy places. Truth is that king's minister, Faith his beloved queen, and Madhava a friend who wishes him well; the four great ends of life fill his treasury, and the region of merit is his most beautiful realm. The sacred field is his fort, unapproachable, strong and fair, which his adversaries have not won even in a dream. All the places of pilgrimage are his fine and valiant army, steady in battle, crushing the ranks of sin. The confluence is his most resplendent throne, and the undying banyan the umbrella that charms the minds of sages; the waves of Yamuna and Ganga are his whisks, and the sight of them breaks sorrow and want. Men of merit, saintly and pure, serve him and win every wish of their hearts, while the Vedas and Puranas are the bards who recite the whole host of his stainless virtues.

  106. Verse 106

    caupāī ko kahi sakai prayāga prabhāū| kaluṣa puṃja kuṃjara mṛgarāū|| asa tīrathapati dekhi suhāvā| sukha sāgara raghubara sukhu pāvā|| kahi siya lakhanahi sakhahi sunāī| śrīmukha tīratharāja baṛāī|| kari pranāmu dekhata bana bāgā| kahata mahātama ati anurāgā|| ehi bidhi āi bilokī benī| sumirata sakala sumaṃgala denī|| mudita nahāi kīnhi siva sevā| puji jathābidhi tīratha devā|| taba prabhu bharadvāja pahiṃ āe| karata daṃḍavata muni ura lāe|| muni mana moda na kachu kahi jāi| brahmānaṃda rāsi janu pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā dīnhi asīsa munīsa ura ati anaṃdu asa jāni| locana gocara sukṛta phala manahu~ kie bidhi āni||106||

    Meaning

    Who can tell the glory of Prayaga, a lion to the elephant that is the heaped mass of sins? Beholding so lovely a lord of holy places, Raghubira, ocean of joy, felt joy himself. With his own blessed lips he spoke the greatness of Tirtharaja for Sita, Lakshmana and his friend to hear. Making obeisance, and looking upon the woods and gardens, he told its glory with deep love. In this way he came and gazed upon the Triveni, which grants every blessing to those who merely remember it. Gladly he bathed, worshipped Shiva, and made due offering to the deity of the holy place. Then the Lord came to Bharadvaja; as he prostrated himself the sage clasped him to his breast. The delight of the sage's mind cannot be told at all, as if he had come by the whole store of the bliss of Brahman. The lord of sages gave his blessing, knowing such great gladness in his heart, as if the Creator had brought the fruit of all his good deeds and set it before his eyes.

  107. Verse 107

    caupāī kusala prasna kari āsana dīnhe| pūji prema paripūrana kīnhe|| kaṃda mūla phala aṃkura nīke| die āni muni manahu~ amī ke|| sīya lakhana jana sahita suhāe| ati ruci rāma mūla phala khāe|| bhae bigataśrama rāmu sukhāre| bharavdāja mṛdu bacana ucāre|| āju suphala tapu tīratha tyāgū| āju suphala japa joga birāgū|| saphala sakala subha sādhana sājū| rāma tumhahi avalokata ājū|| lābha avadhi sukha avadhi na dūjī| tumhāreṃ darasa āsa saba pūjī|| aba kari kṛpā dehu bara ehū| nija pada sarasija sahaja sanehū|| dohā/soraṭhā karama bacana mana chāṛi chalu jaba lagi janu na tumhāra| taba lagi sukhu sapanehu~ nahīṃ kie~ koṭi upacāra||

    Meaning

    Asking after their welfare, the sage gave them seats, worshipped them and filled them wholly with love. He fetched fine bulbs, roots, fruits and shoots and set them before them, and from the sage's hand they seemed to be nectar. Seated in beauty with Sita, Lakshmana and his servant, Rama ate the roots and fruit with great relish. When Rama was rested and refreshed, Bharadvaja spoke gentle words: 'Today my austerity, my pilgrimage and my renunciation have borne fruit; today my prayer, my yoga and my detachment have borne fruit. Every good discipline and preparation of mine has succeeded, Rama, in beholding you this day. There is no other bound to gain, no other bound to joy; by the sight of you every hope of mine is granted. Now be gracious and give me this one boon, a natural love for your own lotus feet. So long as a man, giving up all guile, is not your servant in deed and word and thought, so long he shall not find happiness even in a dream, though he perform ten million rites.'

  108. Verse 108

    caupāī suni muni bacana rāmu sakucāne| bhāva bhagati ānaṃda aghāne|| taba raghubara muni sujasu suhāvā| koṭi bhā~ti kahi sabahi sunāvā|| so baḍa so saba guna gana gehū| jehi munīsa tumha ādara dehū|| muni raghubīra parasapara navahīṃ| bacana agocara sukhu anubhavahīṃ|| yaha sudhi pāi prayāga nivāsī| baṭu tāpasa muni siddha udāsī|| bharadvāja āśrama saba āe| dekhana dasaratha suana suhāe|| rāma pranāma kīnha saba kāhū| mudita bhae lahi loyana lāhū|| dehiṃ asīsa parama sukhu pāī| phire sarāhata suṃdaratāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma kīnha biśrāma nisi prāta prayāga nahāi| cale sahita siya lakhana jana mudadita munihi siru nāi||108||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sage's words Rama grew bashful, sated with the sage's feeling and devotion and filled with joy. Then Raghubira told the sage's fair fame in countless ways and made all present hear it: 'He is great, he is the home of every virtue, to whom you, lord of sages, give honour.' The sage and Raghubira bowed to each other, and each felt a happiness beyond the reach of words. Getting this news, the dwellers at Prayaga, students and ascetics, sages and adepts and the detached, all came to Bharadvaja's hermitage to look upon the lovely son of Dasharatha. Rama made obeisance to every one of them, and they were glad, having won the reward of their eyes. Finding the highest happiness, they gave their blessings and turned back praising his beauty. Rama rested through the night; and in the morning, having bathed at Prayaga, he gladly bowed his head to the sage and set out with Sita, Lakshmana and his servant.

  109. Verse 109

    caupāī rāma saprema kaheu muni pāhīṃ| nātha kahia hama kehi maga jāhīṃ|| muni mana bihasi rāma sana kahahīṃ| sugama sakala maga tumha kahu~ ahahīṃ|| sātha lāgi muni siṣya bolāe| suni mana mudita pacāsaka āe|| sabanhi rāma para prema apārā| sakala kahahi magu dīkha hamārā|| muni baṭu cāri saṃga taba dīnhe| jinha bahu janama sukṛta saba kīnhe|| kari pranāmu riṣi āyasu pāī| pramudita hṛdaya~ cale raghurāī|| grāma nikaṭa jaba nikasahi jāī| dekhahi darasu nāri nara dhāī|| hohi sanātha janama phalu pāī| phirahi dukhita manu saṃga paṭhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bidā kie baṭu binaya kari phire pāi mana kāma| utari nahāe jamuna jala jo sarīra sama syāma||109||

    Meaning

    Rama asked the sage lovingly, 'Tell us, lord, by which road are we to travel?' Smiling to himself, the sage answered Rama, 'Every road is an easy one for you.' Still, he called his disciples to go along with them, and hearing him some fifty came with glad hearts, for the love they all bore Rama was boundless, and every one of them declared, 'I know the way.' The sage then sent four young brahmachari lads with him, souls who had gathered merit through many births. Bowing to the sage and receiving his leave, the Lord of the Raghus set out with a heart full of joy. Whenever they passed close to a village, men and women ran out for a sight of them, and finding a protector they won the reward of their birth; then they turned back sorrowing, sending their hearts along with him. Entreating them courteously, Rama gave the brahmachari lads their leave, and they went back with their hearts' desire fulfilled; then the travellers went down and bathed in the water of the Yamuna, which is dark as his own body.

  110. Verse 110

    caupāī sunata tīravāsī nara nārī| dhāe nija nija kāja bisārī|| lakhana rāma siya sundaratāī| dekhi karahiṃ nija bhāgya baṛāī|| ati lālasā basahiṃ mana māhīṃ| nāu~ gāu~ būjhata sakucāhīṃ|| je tinha mahu~ bayabiridha sayāne| tinha kari juguti rāmu pahicāne|| sakala kathā tinha sabahi sunāī| banahi cale pitu āyasu pāī|| suni sabiṣāda sakala pachitāhīṃ| rānī rāya~ kīnha bhala nāhīṃ|| tehi avasara eka tāpasu āvā| tejapuṃja laghubayasa suhāvā|| kavi alakhita gati beṣu birāgī| mana krama bacana rāma anurāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā sajala nayana tana pulaki nija iṣṭadeu pahicāni| pareu daṃḍa jimi dharanitala dasā na jāi bakhāni||110||

    Meaning

    Hearing of them, the men and women who dwelt on the bank came running, forgetting their own errands. Seeing the beauty of Lakshmana, Rama and Sita, they praised their own good fortune. A keen longing filled their minds, yet they were too shy to ask the names and the village. Those among them who were old and wise reasoned it out and recognized Rama, and they told the whole story to everybody — how he had received his father's command and gone to the forest. Hearing it, all grieved and lamented, saying the queen and the king had not done well. At that very hour an ascetic came there, a mass of splendour, young in years and comely, his ways such as no poet could trace, his garb that of a renunciant, devoted to Rama in thought, in deed and in word. With brimming eyes and a thrilling body, recognizing his own chosen deity, he fell to the ground like a staff; his state was past all telling.

  111. Verse 111

    caupāī rāma saprema pulaki ura lāvā| parama raṃka janu pārasu pāvā|| manahu~ premu paramārathu doū| milata dhare tana kaha sabu koū|| bahuri lakhana pāyanha soi lāgā| līnha uṭhāi umagi anurāgā|| puni siya carana dhūri dhari sīsā| janani jāni sisu dīnhi asīsā|| kīnha niṣāda daṃḍavata tehī| mileu mudita lakhi rāma sanehī|| piata nayana puṭa rūpu piyūṣā| mudita suasanu pāi jimi bhūkhā|| te pitu mātu kahahu sakhi kaise| jinha paṭhae bana bālaka aise|| rāma lakhana siya rūpu nihārī| hohiṃ saneha bikala nara nārī|| dohā/soraṭhā taba raghubīra aneka bidhi sakhahi sikhāvanu dīnha| rāma rajāyasu sīsa dhari bhavana gavanu teṃi~ kīnha||111||

    Meaning

    Rama, thrilling with love, drew him to his breast — as though a man in utter destitution had chanced upon the philosopher's stone; everyone said it was as if Love and the Highest Good had each taken a body and were meeting. Next the ascetic clung to Lakshmana's feet, and Lakshmana raised him up with a surge of affection. Then he set the dust of Sita's feet upon his head, and she, taking him for a child of her own, gave him her blessing. The Nishada prostrated himself before him, and he embraced the Nishada gladly, seeing in him one dear to Rama. With the cups of his eyes he drank the nectar of that beauty, as glad as a hungry man given good food. The women said to one another, 'Tell me, friend, what manner of father and mother can they be, who sent such children as these to the forest?' Gazing on the beauty of Rama, Lakshmana and Sita, men and women alike grew helpless with love. Then Raghubira instructed his friend in many ways, and he, setting Rama's command upon his head, made his way home.

  112. Verse 112

    caupāī puni siya~ rāma lakhana kara jorī| jamunahi kīnha pranāmu bahorī|| cale sasīya mudita dou bhāī| rabitanujā kai karata baṛāī|| pathika aneka milahiṃ maga jātā| kahahiṃ saprema dekhi dou bhrātā|| rāja lakhana saba aṃga tumhāreṃ| dekhi socu ati hṛdaya hamāreṃ|| māraga calahu payādehi pāe~| jyotiṣu jhūṭha hamāreṃ bhāe~|| agamu paṃtha giri kānana bhārī| tehi maha~ sātha nāri sukumārī|| kari kehari bana jāi na joī| hama sa~ga calahi jo āyasu hoī|| jāba jahā~ lagi taha~ pahu~cāī| phiraba bahori tumhahi siru nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi pū~chahiṃ prema basa pulaka gāta jalu naina| kṛpāsiṃdhu pherahi tinhahi kahi binīta mṛdu baina||112||

    Meaning

    Then Sita, Rama and Lakshmana joined their palms and made obeisance to the Yamuna once again, and the two brothers went on gladly with Sita, praising the daughter of the Sun. Many travellers met them as they went, and seeing the two brothers said lovingly, 'Every limb of yours bears the marks of royalty; to see it fills our hearts with great disquiet. You are walking the road on foot — to our minds, then, astrology must be a lie. The way is hard, with great hills and heavy forest, and with you goes a tender woman. The jungle holds elephants and lions and cannot even be looked at; if you give us leave we will walk along with you. We will see you as far as you go, and then bow our heads and turn back.' In this fashion, overcome by love, with thrilling bodies and eyes brimming with tears, they entreated him; and the ocean of compassion turned them back with gentle, courteous words.

  113. Verse 113

    caupāī je pura gā~va basahiṃ maga māhīṃ| tinhahi nāga sura nagara sihāhīṃ|| kehi sukṛtīṃ kehi gharīṃ basāe| dhanya punyamaya parama suhāe|| jaha~ jaha~ rāma carana cali jāhīṃ| tinha samāna amarāvati nāhīṃ|| punyapuṃja maga nikaṭa nivāsī| tinhahi sarāhahiṃ surapurabāsī|| je bhari nayana bilokahiṃ rāmahi| sītā lakhana sahita ghanasyāmahi|| je sara sarita rāma avagāhahiṃ| tinhahi deva sara sarita sarāhahiṃ|| jehi taru tara prabhu baiṭhahiṃ jāī| karahiṃ kalapataru tāsu baṛāī|| parasi rāma pada paduma parāgā| mānati bhūmi bhūri nija bhāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā chā~ha karahi ghana bibudhagana baraṣahi sumana sihāhiṃ| dekhata giri bana bihaga mṛga rāmu cale maga jāhiṃ||113||

    Meaning

    The towns and villages that lie along that road are envied by the cities of the Nagas and of the gods, who ask what virtuous soul settled them, and in what hour — places so blessed, so full of merit, so utterly lovely. Wherever Rama's feet walk, even Amaravati is no match for those places. The people who live near that road are a very heap of merit, and the dwellers of heaven praise them — those who fill their eyes with the sight of cloud-dark Rama together with Sita and Lakshmana. The pools and rivers that Rama steps down into are praised by the pools and rivers of the gods; whatever tree the Lord goes and sits beneath is extolled by the wish-granting trees; and the earth, touched by the pollen of Rama's lotus feet, counts her own fortune very great. The clouds spread shade over him, and the hosts of gods rain down flowers and look on with envy, while Rama walks along the road, gazing at the hills, the woods, the birds and the deer.

  114. Verse 114

    caupāī sītā lakhana sahita raghurāī| gā~va nikaṭa jaba nikasahiṃ jāī|| suni saba bāla bṛddha nara nārī| calahiṃ turata gṛhakāju bisārī|| rāma lakhana siya rūpa nihārī| pāi nayanaphalu hohiṃ sukhārī|| sajala bilocana pulaka sarīrā| saba bhae magana dekhi dou bīrā|| barani na jāi dasā tinha kerī| lahi janu raṃkanha suramani ḍherī|| ekanha eka boli sikha dehīṃ| locana lāhu lehu chana ehīṃ|| rāmahi dekhi eka anurāge| citavata cale jāhiṃ sa~ga lāge|| eka nayana maga chabi ura ānī| hohiṃ sithila tana mana bara bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā eka dekhiṃ baṭa chā~ha bhali ḍāsi mṛdula tṛna pāta| kahahiṃ gavā~ia chinuku śramu gavanaba abahiṃ ki prāta||114||

    Meaning

    When the Lord of the Raghus, with Sita and Lakshmana, passed close to a village, all who heard of it — children and old folk, men and women — set out at once, forgetting the work of the house. Gazing on the beauty of Rama, Lakshmana and Sita, they won the reward of their eyes and were made happy. With wet eyes and thrilling bodies, all were absorbed at the sight of the two heroes. Their condition cannot be described — it was as if a crowd of paupers had lit upon a mound of the gods' own jewels. One called to another and urged, 'Take the profit of your eyes in this very moment.' Some, filled with love at the sight of Rama, walked along behind him with their gaze fixed on him; others, having drawn that image into their hearts by the path of the eyes, went slack in body, in mind and in the power of speech. Some, seeing the good shade of a banyan, spread soft grass and leaves there and said, 'Let your weariness pass a little while — will you travel on now, or at daybreak?'

  115. Verse 115

    caupāī eka kalasa bhari ānahiṃ pānī| a~caia nātha kahahiṃ mṛdu bānī|| suni priya bacana prīti ati dekhī| rāma kṛpāla susīla biseṣī|| jānī śramita sīya mana māhīṃ| gharika bilaṃbu kīnha baṭa chāhīṃ|| mudita nāri nara dekhahiṃ sobhā| rūpa anūpa nayana manu lobhā|| ekaṭaka saba sohahiṃ cahu~ orā| rāmacaṃdra mukha caṃda cakorā|| taruna tamāla barana tanu sohā| dekhata koṭi madana manu mohā|| dāmini barana lakhana suṭhi nīke| nakha sikha subhaga bhāvate jī ke|| munipaṭa kaṭinha kaseṃ tūnīrā| sohahiṃ kara kamalini dhanu tīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā jaṭā mukuṭa sīsani subhaga ura bhuja nayana bisāla| sarada paraba bidhu badana bara lasata sveda kana jāla||115||

    Meaning

    One of them brings a pitcher filled with water and says in a gentle voice, 'Rinse your mouth, my lord.' Hearing these loving words and seeing their great affection, the compassionate and exceptionally gracious Rama, knowing in his heart that Sita was weary, halted a while in the shade of a banyan. Delighted, the men and women gazed upon the beauty before them; that matchless form stole away their eyes and their minds. On every side they stood unblinking, like chakora birds before the moon of Ramachandra's face. Rama's body shone with the colour of a young tamala tree, a sight to bewitch the hearts of a million gods of love. Lakshmana, of the hue of lightning, was exceedingly fair, lovely from foot to crown and dear to every heart. Hermits' garments and quivers were bound at their waists, and bows and arrows graced their lotus hands. Crowns of matted hair sat lovely upon their heads; broad were their chests and arms, and large their eyes; and on their noble faces, bright as the moon of the autumn festival, glistened a net of beads of sweat.

  116. Verse 116

    caupāī barani na jāi manohara jorī| sobhā bahuta thori mati morī|| rāma lakhana siya suṃdaratāī| saba citavahiṃ cita mana mati lāī|| thake nāri nara prema piāse| manahu~ mṛgī mṛga dekhi diā se|| sīya samīpa grāmatiya jāhīṃ| pū~chata ati saneha~ sakucāhīṃ|| bāra bāra saba lāgahiṃ pāe~| kahahiṃ bacana mṛdu sarala subhāe~|| rājakumāri binaya hama karahīṃ| tiya subhāya~ kachu pū~chata ḍarahīṃ| svāmini abinaya chamabi hamārī| bilagu na mānaba jāni gavā~rī|| rājakua~ra dou sahaja salone| inha teṃ lahī duti marakata sone|| dohā/soraṭhā syāmala gaura kisora bara suṃdara suṣamā aina| sarada sarbarīnātha mukhu sarada saroruha naina||116||

    Meaning

    The charming pair is beyond describing: their beauty is vast and my wit is slight. All fix heart, mind and understanding upon the loveliness of Rama, Lakshmana and Sita. Men and women stand spellbound, athirst with love, like a doe and a stag caught in the light of a lamp. The village women draw near Sita; they long to ask her something, yet out of great affection they hold back shyly. Again and again they fall at her feet, speaking words soft, simple and unforced: 'Princess, we make a request; being women by nature, we wish to ask something and yet are afraid. Mistress, forgive our want of manners, and take no offence, knowing us to be rustic. These two princes are handsome by their very nature; it is from them that emerald and gold have got their sheen. The dark youth and the fair, both noble and beautiful, are the very dwelling place of loveliness: their faces the autumn moon, their eyes the autumn lotus.'

  117. Verse 117

    caupāī koṭi manoja lajāvanihāre| sumukhi kahahu ko āhiṃ tumhāre|| suni sanehamaya maṃjula bānī| sakucī siya mana mahu~ musukānī|| tinhahi biloki bilokati dharanī| duhu~ sakoca sakucita barabaranī|| sakuci saprema bāla mṛga nayanī| bolī madhura bacana pikabayanī|| sahaja subhāya subhaga tana gore| nāmu lakhanu laghu devara more|| bahuri badanu bidhu aṃcala ḍhā~kī| piya tana citai bhauṃha kari bā~kī|| khaṃjana maṃju tirīche nayanani| nija pati kaheu tinhahi siya~ sayanani|| bhai mudita saba grāmabadhūṭīṃ| raṃkanha rāya rāsi janu lūṭīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā ati saprema siya pāya~ pari bahubidhi dehiṃ asīsa| sadā sohāgini hohu tumha jaba lagi mahi ahi sīsa||117||

    Meaning

    The village women went on: 'They put a million gods of love to shame. Tell us, fair-faced one, what are they to you?' Hearing this affectionate and charming speech, Sita grew bashful and smiled within her mind. She looked at them, and then looked down at the ground; the fair one was abashed on both counts at once. Shy yet full of love, the fawn-eyed lady, whose voice was the cuckoo's, spoke sweet words: 'The one whose fair body is lovely by its very nature is my younger brother-in-law, and his name is Lakshmana.' Then, veiling her moonlike face with the end of her garment, she glanced at her beloved, arched her brow, and with a lovely sidelong movement of her wagtail eyes told them by signs that he was her husband. All the young village wives were overjoyed, as though beggars had made off with a heap of riches. With deep love they fell at Sita's feet and blessed her in many ways: 'May your wedded state endure as long as the earth is upheld on the serpent's head.'

  118. Verse 118

    caupāī pārabatī sama patipriya hohū| debi na hama para chāṛaba chohū|| puni puni binaya karia kara jorī| jauṃ ehi māraga phiria bahorī|| darasanu deba jāni nija dāsī| lakhīṃ sīya~ saba prema piāsī|| madhura bacana kahi kahi paritoṣīṃ| janu kumudinīṃ kaumudīṃ poṣīṃ|| tabahiṃ lakhana raghubara rukha jānī| pū~cheu magu loganhi mṛdu bānī|| sunata nāri nara bhae dukhārī| pulakita gāta bilocana bārī|| miṭā modu mana bhae malīne| bidhi nidhi dīnha leta janu chīne|| samujhi karama gati dhīraju kīnhā| sodhi sugama magu tinha kahi dīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhana jānakī sahita taba gavanu kīnha raghunātha| phere saba priya bacana kahi lie lāi mana sātha||118||

    Meaning

    'Be as dear to your husband as Parvati is to hers; O goddess, do not withdraw your kindness from us. Again and again, with folded hands, we entreat you: if ever you should return along this road, count us your own servants and grant us the sight of you.' Sita saw that they were all athirst with love, and contented them with one sweet word after another, as moonlight nourishes the night-lotus. Just then Lakshmana, reading Rama's mind, asked the people about the way ahead in a gentle voice. Hearing this the men and women were stricken with grief; their bodies thrilled and their eyes filled with water. Their joy was gone and their minds darkened, as though the Creator, having given them a treasure, were snatching it back. Reflecting on the workings of destiny they steadied themselves, and having found out an easy path they described it. Then Raghunatha set out with Lakshmana and Janaki. He turned them all back with kind words, yet carried their hearts away with him.

  119. Verse 119

    caupāī phirata nāri nara ati pachitāhīṃ| deahi doṣu dehiṃ mana māhīṃ|| sahita biṣāda parasapara kahahīṃ| bidhi karataba ulaṭe saba ahahīṃ|| nipaṭa niraṃkusa niṭhura nisaṃkū| jehiṃ sasi kīnha saruja sakalaṃkū|| rūkha kalapataru sāgaru khārā| tehiṃ paṭhae bana rājakumārā|| jauṃ pe inhahi dīnha banabāsū| kīnha bādi bidhi bhoga bilāsū|| e bicarahiṃ maga binu padatrānā| race bādi bidhi bāhana nānā|| e mahi parahiṃ ḍāsi kusa pātā| subhaga seja kata sṛjata bidhātā|| tarubara bāsa inhahi bidhi dīnhā| dhavala dhāma raci raci śramu kīnhā||

    Meaning

    As they turned homewards the men and women lamented bitterly, blaming Providence in their hearts. Sorrowfully they said to one another that the Creator's doings are all contrary. Utterly unrestrained, hard-hearted and unabashed is he: it was he who made the moon both waning and stained, who left the wishing-tree a mere tree and the ocean salt, and the same one has sent these princes into the forest. If he meant to give them exile in the woods, then in vain did he make enjoyment and delight. If these must walk the road without sandals, in vain did he fashion his many kinds of conveyance. If these must spread kusha grass and leaves and lie upon the bare ground, why does the Creator make lovely beds at all? He has given them the shelter of trees for a dwelling, so he wearied himself for nothing, raising white palaces one after another.

  120. Verse 120

    caupāī jauṃ e kaṃda mūla phala khāhīṃ| bādi sudhādi asana jaga māhīṃ|| eka kahahiṃ e sahaja suhāe| āpu pragaṭa bhae bidhi na banāe|| jaha~ lagi beda kahī bidhi karanī| śravana nayana mana gocara baranī|| dekhahu khoji bhuana dasa cārī| kaha~ asa puruṣa kahā~ asi nārī|| inhahi dekhi bidhi manu anurāgā| paṭatara joga banāvai lāgā|| kīnha bahuta śrama aika na āe| tehiṃ iriṣā bana āni durāe|| eka kahahiṃ hama bahuta na jānahiṃ| āpuhi parama dhanya kari mānahiṃ|| te puni punyapuṃja hama lekhe| je dekhahiṃ dekhihahiṃ jinha dekhe|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi kahi kahi bacana priya lehiṃ nayana bhari nīra| kimi calihahi māraga agama suṭhi sukumāra sarīra||120||

    Meaning

    If these are to eat bulbs and roots and fruit, then nectar and all such food in the world is worthless. Some said: they are lovely of themselves; they appeared of their own accord, and the Creator never made them at all. Take the whole of the Creator's handiwork that the Vedas have described, everything that ear, eye and mind can reach, and search the fourteen worlds: where is there such a man, and where such a woman? Seeing them, the Creator's own heart was captivated, and he set about fashioning something to match them. He laboured long and not one thing came out their equal, and out of that envy he has brought them here and hidden them in the forest. Others said: we know very little, but we count ourselves supremely blessed; and by our reckoning those too are a mass of merit who behold them, who will behold them, and who have beheld them. Speaking such fond words over and over, they filled their eyes with tears: how will bodies so very delicate travel that hard and trackless road?

  121. Verse 121

    caupāī nāri saneha bikala basa hohīṃ| cakaī sā~jha samaya janu sohīṃ|| mṛdu pada kamala kaṭhina magu jānī| gahabari hṛdaya~ kahahiṃ bara bānī|| parasata mṛdula carana arunāre| sakucati mahi jimi hṛdaya hamāre|| jauṃ jagadīsa inhahi banu dīnhā| kasa na sumanamaya māragu kīnhā|| jauṃ māgā pāia bidhi pāhīṃ| e rakhiahiṃ sakhi ā~khinha māhīṃ|| je nara nāri na avasara āe| tinha siya rāmu na dekhana pāe|| suni surupa būjhahiṃ akulāī| aba lagi gae kahā~ lagi bhāī|| samaratha dhāi bilokahiṃ jāī| pramudita phirahiṃ janamaphalu pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā abalā bālaka bṛddha jana kara mījahiṃ pachitāhiṃ|| hohiṃ premabasa loga imi rāmu jahā~ jaha~ jāhiṃ||121||

    Meaning

    The women were helpless with love, looking like chakavi birds at the fall of evening. Knowing how tender those lotus feet were and how hard the road, with anguish welling in their hearts they spoke gracious words: 'At the touch of those soft, rose-red feet the earth shrinks back, just as our own hearts do. If the Lord of the world had to give them the forest, why did he not make the path of flowers? If whatever one asked could be had from the Creator, friend, we would keep them within our eyes.' Those men and women who did not come in time could not see Sita and Rama; hearing of their beauty they asked in distress, 'How far can they have gone by now, brother?' Those who were able ran and looked their fill and came back rejoicing, having won the fruit of their birth. Weak women, children and old people wrung their hands and lamented. In this way, wherever Rama went, the people were overcome with love.

  122. Verse 122

    caupāī gā~va gā~va asa hoi anaṃdū| dekhi bhānukula kairava caṃdū|| je kachu samācāra suni pāvahiṃ| te nṛpa rānihi dosu lagāvahiṃ|| kahahiṃ eka ati bhala naranāhū| dīnha hamahi joi locana lāhū|| kahahiṃ paraspara loga logāīṃ| bāteṃ sarala saneha suhāīṃ|| te pitu mātu dhanya jinha jāe| dhanya so nagaru jahā~ teṃ āe|| dhanya so desu sailu bana gāū~| jaha~ jaha~ jāhiṃ dhanya soi ṭhāū~|| sukha pāyau biraṃci raci tehī| e jehi ke saba bhā~ti sanehī|| rāma lakhana pathi kathā suhāī| rahī sakala maga kānana chāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi raghukula kamala rabi maga loganha sukha deta| jāhiṃ cale dekhata bipina siya saumitri sameta||122||

    Meaning

    In village after village there was such rejoicing at the sight of Rama, the moon to the night-lotus of the Sun's line. Those who got to hear anything of what had happened laid the blame on the king and the queen. Some said, 'The king is exceedingly good, for he has given our eyes this gain.' Men and women spoke to one another in simple words made lovely by affection: 'Blessed are the father and mother who bore them, blessed the city they have come from. Blessed is that land, that hill, that forest, that hamlet; blessed is every place they go. The Creator found his own happiness in fashioning that one whose loved ones these are in every way.' The sweet talk of Rama and Lakshmana on the road lay spread over the whole way and the woodland. So Rama, the sun to the lotus of Raghu's line, giving joy to the people along the road, went on his way, viewing the forest with Sita and Sumitra's son.

  123. Verse 123

    caupāī āge rāmu lakhanu bane pācheṃ| tāpasa beṣa birājata kācheṃ|| ubhaya bīca siya sohati kaise| brahma jīva bica māyā jaise|| bahuri kahau~ chabi jasi mana basaī| janu madhu madana madhya rati lasaī|| upamā bahuri kahau~ jiya~ johī| janu budha bidhu bica rohini sohī|| prabhu pada rekha bīca bica sītā| dharati carana maga calati sabhītā|| sīya rāma pada aṃka barāe~| lakhana calahiṃ magu dāhina lāe~|| rāma lakhana siya prīti suhāī| bacana agocara kimi kahi jāī|| khaga mṛga magana dekhi chabi hohīṃ| lie cori cita rāma baṭohīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā jinha jinha dekhe pathika priya siya sameta dou bhāi| bhava magu agamu anaṃdu tei binu śrama rahe sirāi||123||

    Meaning

    Rama walked in front and Lakshmana came comely behind, both resplendent in the ascetic garb they had put on. And how did Sita shine between the two? As Maya shines between Brahman and the individual soul. Let me tell that beauty again as it dwells in my mind: as though Rati were shining between Spring and the god of love. And let me seek out one more likeness in my heart: as though Rohini shone between Mercury and the moon. Sita set her feet in the spaces between the marks of her Lord's feet, walking the road in fear, while Lakshmana walked avoiding the footprints of Sita and Rama, keeping them to his right. The lovely love among Rama, Lakshmana and Sita is beyond words: how can it be told? Birds and beasts were lost in rapture at the sight of such beauty, for Rama the wayfarer had stolen their hearts away. Whoever beheld those two dear travelling brothers with Sita, for them the impassable road of worldly existence came to its end in joy, without any toil at all.

  124. Verse 124

    caupāī ajahu~ jāsu ura sapanehu~ kāū| basahu~ lakhanu siya rāmu baṭāū|| rāma dhāma patha pāihi soī| jo patha pāva kabahu~ muni koī|| taba raghubīra śramita siya jānī| dekhi nikaṭa baṭu sītala pānī|| taha~ basi kaṃda mūla phala khāī| prāta nahāi cale raghurāī|| dekhata bana sara saila suhāe| bālamīki āśrama prabhu āe|| rāma dīkha muni bāsu suhāvana| suṃdara giri kānanu jalu pāvana|| sarani saroja biṭapa bana phūle| guṃjata maṃju madhupa rasa bhūle|| khaga mṛga bipula kolāhala karahīṃ| birahita baira mudita mana carahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā suci suṃdara āśramu nirakhi haraṣe rājivanena| suni raghubara āgamanu muni āgeṃ āyau lena||124||

    Meaning

    Even now, in whosoever's heart Lakshmana, Sita and Rama should come to dwell as wayfarers, though it be but once and only in a dream, he too will find the road to Rama's abode, that road which hardly any sage ever finds. Then Raghubira, seeing that Sita was weary and finding a banyan and cool water close at hand, halted there; they ate bulbs, roots and fruits, and in the morning, after bathing, the lord of the Raghus went on. Viewing lovely woods and lakes and hills, the Lord came to Valmiki's hermitage. Rama saw the sage's charming dwelling place, the beautiful hill, the forest, the holy water. Lotuses were open in the pools and the trees of the wood stood in flower, and bees hummed sweetly, lost in the nectar. Birds and beasts in plenty made a great clamour there, ranging with glad hearts, every enmity gone from them. The lotus-eyed one rejoiced to look on that pure and lovely hermitage, and the sage, hearing of Raghubara's coming, came forward to receive him.

  125. Verse 125

    caupāī muni kahu~ rāma daṃḍavata kīnhā| āsirabādu biprabara dīnhā|| dekhi rāma chabi nayana juṛāne| kari sanamānu āśramahiṃ āne|| munibara atithi prānapriya pāe| kaṃda mūla phala madhura magāe|| siya saumitri rāma phala khāe| taba muni āśrama die suhāe|| bālamīki mana āna~du bhārī| maṃgala mūrati nayana nihārī|| taba kara kamala jori raghurāī| bole bacana śravana sukhadāī|| tumha trikāla darasī munināthā| bisva badara jimi tumhareṃ hāthā|| asa kahi prabhu saba kathā bakhānī| jehi jehi bhā~ti dīnha banu rānī|| dohā/soraṭhā tāta bacana puni mātu hita bhāi bharata asa rāu| mo kahu~ darasa tumhāra prabhu sabu mama punya prabhāu||125||

    Meaning

    Rama prostrated himself before the sage, and the great brahmana gave him his blessing. The sight of Rama's beauty cooled his eyes; he did him honour and brought him into the hermitage. Having received guests dear to him as life, the great sage sent for sweet bulbs, roots and fruits, and when Sita, Lakshmana and Rama had eaten them, he gave them pleasant quarters in the hermitage. Great was the joy in Valmiki's mind as he gazed with his own eyes on that embodiment of blessing. Then the lord of the Raghus, joining his lotus hands, spoke words that were sweet to the ear: 'Lord of sages, you behold all three times at once; the universe lies in your hand like a berry.' So saying, the Lord related the whole story, in what several ways the queen had made the forest over to him. 'My father's word, then my mother's good, a brother like Bharata, and such a king, and this sight of you, my lord: all of it is the working of my merit.'

  126. Verse 126

    caupāī dekhi pāya munirāya tumhāre| bhae sukṛta saba suphala hamāre|| aba jaha~ rāura āyasu hoī| muni udabegu na pāvai koī|| muni tāpasa jinha teṃ dukhu lahahīṃ| te naresa binu pāvaka dahahīṃ|| maṃgala mūla bipra paritoṣū| dahai koṭi kula bhūsura roṣū|| asa jiya~ jāni kahia soi ṭhāū~| siya saumitri sahita jaha~ jāū~|| taha~ raci rucira parana tṛna sālā| bāsu karau kachu kāla kṛpālā|| sahaja sarala suni raghubara bānī| sādhu sādhu bole muni gyānī|| kasa na kahahu asa raghukulaketū| tumha pālaka saṃtata śruti setū||

    Meaning

    'Seeing your feet, king of sages, all our good deeds have borne their fruit. Now let me stay wherever your command sends me, in some place where no sage will be put to distress. Those kings from whom sages and ascetics receive pain burn without any fire; the contentment of brahmanas is the root of all blessing, while the wrath of these gods on earth consumes ten million families. Knowing this in your heart, name me that place where I may go with Sita and Lakshmana, and there raise a fair hut of leaves and grass and dwell a while, O merciful one.' Hearing Raghubara's naturally guileless speech, the enlightened sage cried, 'Well said, well said! And why should you not speak so, banner of Raghu's line? You are for ever the guardian of the bounds the Vedas have set.'

  127. Verse 127

    caupāī jagu pekhana tumha dekhanihāre| bidhi hari saṃbhu nacāvanihāre|| teu na jānahiṃ maramu tumhārā| auru tumhahi ko jānanihārā|| soi jānai jehi dehu janāī| jānata tumhahi tumhai hoi jāī|| tumharihi kṛpā~ tumhahi raghunaṃdana| jānahiṃ bhagata bhagata ura caṃdana|| cidānaṃdamaya deha tumhārī| bigata bikāra jāna adhikārī|| nara tanu dharehu saṃta sura kājā| kahahu karahu jasa prākṛta rājā|| rāma dekhi suni carita tumhāre| jaṛa mohahiṃ budha hohiṃ sukhāre|| tumha jo kahahu karahu sabu sā~cā| jasa kāchia tasa cāhia nācā|| dohā/soraṭhā pū~chehu mohi ki rahauṃ kaha~ maiṃ pū~chata sakucāu~| jaha~ na hohu taha~ dehu kahi tumhahi dekhāvauṃ ṭhāu~||127||

    Meaning

    Valmiki said, 'The world is a spectacle and you are the one who watches it; Brahma, Vishnu and Shambhu are the ones who set it dancing. Even they do not know your secret - who else, then, can know you? He alone knows whom you yourself cause to know, and in knowing you he becomes you. It is by your own grace, Raghunandana, that your devotees know you, you who are sandal-paste to the devotee's heart. Your body is made of consciousness and bliss, free of every change and blemish, as those fit for such knowledge understand. You have taken a human form for the sake of saints and gods, and you speak and act like any ordinary king. Rama, at the sight and the telling of your deeds the dull are bewildered and the wise are gladdened. Whatever you say and do is wholly true, for as one dresses for a part, so one must dance it. You asked me where you should live, and I hesitate to ask in return - tell me where you are not, and there I will show you a place.'

  128. Verse 128

    caupāī suni muni bacana prema rasa sāne| sakuci rāma mana mahu~ musukāne|| bālamīki ha~si kahahiṃ bahorī| bānī madhura amia rasa borī|| sunahu rāma aba kahau~ niketā| jahā~ basahu siya lakhana sametā|| jinha ke śravana samudra samānā| kathā tumhāri subhaga sari nānā|| bharahiṃ niraṃtara hohiṃ na pūre| tinha ke hiya tumha kahu~ gṛha rūre|| locana cātaka jinha kari rākhe| rahahiṃ darasa jaladhara abhilāṣe|| nidarahiṃ sarita siṃdhu sara bhārī| rūpa biṃdu jala hohiṃ sukhārī|| tinha ke hṛdaya sadana sukhadāyaka| basahu baṃdhu siya saha raghunāyaka|| dohā/soraṭhā jasu tumhāra mānasa bimala haṃsini jīhā jāsu| mukutāhala guna gana cunai rāma basahu hiya~ tāsu||128||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sage's words steeped in the savour of love, Rama grew bashful and smiled within himself. Valmiki laughed and spoke again, in words sweet and dipped in nectar: 'Listen, Rama, now I will name the dwellings where you may live with Sita and Lakshmana. Those whose ears are like the ocean, into which the many lovely rivers of your story pour without ceasing and yet never fill it - their hearts are goodly homes for you. Those who have made their eyes chataka birds that live longing for the rain-cloud of your sight, who think nothing of rivers and sea and great lakes and are made happy by a single drop of the water of your beauty - the hearts of such men are mansions of delight; dwell there, Lord of the Raghus, with your brother and Sita. Your fame is the pure Manasa lake, and the tongue that gathers the pearls of your virtues from it is the swan upon that water - Rama, dwell in that man's heart.'

  129. Verse 129

    caupāī prabhu prasāda suci subhaga subāsā| sādara jāsu lahai nita nāsā|| tumhahi nibedita bhojana karahīṃ| prabhu prasāda paṭa bhūṣana dharahīṃ|| sīsa navahiṃ sura guru dvija dekhī| prīti sahita kari binaya biseṣī|| kara nita karahiṃ rāma pada pūjā| rāma bharosa hṛdaya~ nahi dūjā|| carana rāma tīratha cali jāhīṃ| rāma basahu tinha ke mana māhīṃ|| maṃtrarāju nita japahiṃ tumhārā| pūjahiṃ tumhahi sahita parivārā|| tarapana homa karahiṃ bidhi nānā| bipra jevā~i dehiṃ bahu dānā|| tumha teṃ adhika gurahi jiya~ jānī| sakala bhāya~ sevahiṃ sanamānī||

    Meaning

    'Those whose nostrils receive with reverence each day the pure and fragrant sweetness of what has first been offered to the Lord; who take their food only after offering it to you, and wear the cloth and ornaments that are your leavings; who bow their heads at the sight of gods, guru or brahmin, with love and marked humility; whose hands worship Rama's feet daily, and in whose hearts there is trust in Rama and in no second thing; whose feet carry them to Rama's holy places - dwell, Rama, in the minds of such men. They repeat daily that sovereign mantra which is yours, and worship you together with your household; they perform libations and fire-offerings by many rites, feed brahmins and give abundantly in charity; and holding the guru in their hearts to be greater even than you, they serve him with wholehearted affection and honour.'

  130. Verse 130

    caupāī kāma koha mada māna na mohā| lobha na chobha na rāga na drohā|| jinha keṃ kapaṭa daṃbha nahiṃ māyā| tinha keṃ hṛdaya basahu raghurāyā|| saba ke priya saba ke hitakārī| dukha sukha sarisa prasaṃsā gārī|| kahahiṃ satya priya bacana bicārī| jāgata sovata sarana tumhārī|| tumhahi chāṛi gati dūsari nāhīṃ| rāma basahu tinha ke mana māhīṃ|| jananī sama jānahiṃ paranārī| dhanu parāva biṣa teṃ biṣa bhārī|| je haraṣahiṃ para saṃpati dekhī| dukhita hohiṃ para bipati biseṣī|| jinhahi rāma tumha prānapiāre| tinha ke mana subha sadana tumhāre|| dohā/soraṭhā svāmi sakhā pitu mātu gura jinha ke saba tumha tāta| mana maṃdira tinha keṃ basahu sīya sahita dou bhrāta||130||

    Meaning

    'In whom there is no lust, no anger, no pride, no conceit and no delusion, no greed, no agitation, no passion and no malice; in whom is no guile, no hypocrisy, no pretence - dwell in their hearts, Lord of the Raghus. They are dear to all and wish well to all; sorrow and joy are alike to them, and praise no different from abuse; they weigh their words and speak what is true and kindly; waking and sleeping they rest in your refuge, and apart from you they have no other recourse - Rama, dwell in the minds of such men. They look upon another man's wife as a mother, and on another's wealth as a poison worse than poison; they are glad to see another prosper and are grieved most of all by another's distress; and to them, Rama, you are dear as life itself - their minds are your auspicious dwelling. Dear one, those for whom you are all - master, friend, father, mother and guru - in the temple of their minds let the two brothers dwell with Sita.'

  131. Verse 131

    caupāī avaguna taji saba ke guna gahahīṃ| bipra dhenu hita saṃkaṭa sahahīṃ|| nīti nipuna jinha kai jaga līkā| ghara tumhāra tinha kara manu nīkā|| guna tumhāra samujhai nija dosā| jehi saba bhā~ti tumhāra bharosā|| rāma bhagata priya lāgahiṃ jehī| tehi ura basahu sahita baidehī|| jāti pā~ti dhanu dharama baṛāī| priya parivāra sadana sukhadāī|| saba taji tumhahi rahai ura lāī| tehi ke hṛdaya~ rahahu raghurāī|| saragu naraku apabaragu samānā| jaha~ taha~ dekha dhareṃ dhanu bānā|| karama bacana mana rāura cerā| rāma karahu tehi keṃ ura ḍerā|| dohā/soraṭhā jāhi na cāhia kabahu~ kachu tumha sana sahaja sanehu| basahu niraṃtara tāsu mana so rāura nija gehu||131||

    Meaning

    'Those who pass over faults and take up the good in everyone, and who bear hardship for the sake of brahmins and cows; those skilled in right conduct, whose lives have drawn a line the world follows - their minds are a fine home for you. He who sees the virtue as yours and the fault as his own, who trusts you in every way, and to whom Rama's devotees are dear - dwell in that heart, and Vaidehi with you. He who lets go of caste and kin, of wealth, religious merit and standing, of a beloved family and the comfort of a home, and holds you alone clasped to his heart - remain in that heart, Lord of the Raghus. He to whom heaven, hell and liberation are all one, since wherever he looks he sees you bearing bow and arrow, and who in deed, word and thought is your servant - Rama, make your camp in his heart. And he who never wants anything at all, whose love for you is natural and unforced - dwell in his mind without ceasing, for that is your own house.'

  132. Verse 132

    caupāī ehi bidhi munibara bhavana dekhāe| bacana saprema rāma mana bhāe|| kaha muni sunahu bhānukulanāyaka| āśrama kahau~ samaya sukhadāyaka|| citrakūṭa giri karahu nivāsū| taha~ tumhāra saba bhā~ti supāsū|| sailu suhāvana kānana cārū| kari kehari mṛga bihaga bihārū|| nadī punīta purāna bakhānī| atripriyā nija tapabala ānī|| surasari dhāra nāu~ maṃdākini| jo saba pātaka potaka ḍākini|| atri ādi munibara bahu basahīṃ| karahiṃ joga japa tapa tana kasahīṃ|| calahu saphala śrama saba kara karahū| rāma dehu gaurava giribarahū|| dohā/soraṭhā citrakūṭa mahimā amita kahīṃ mahāmuni gāi| āe nahāe sarita bara siya sameta dou bhāi||132||

    Meaning

    In this way the great sage showed him his dwellings, and those loving words gladdened Rama's mind. Then the sage said, 'Listen, lord of the solar line - I will name a hermitage that will suit you well at this season. Make your home upon the hill of Chitrakuta; there you will have comfort of every kind. The mountain is pleasant and the forest fair, where elephants and lions, deer and birds roam at play. There is a holy river praised in the Puranas, which the wife of Atri brought there by the power of her own austerity - a stream of the heavenly Ganga, Mandakini by name, which is a witch to the infant brood of all sins. Many great sages, Atri and the rest, dwell there, keeping to yoga, to japa and to penance, wearing the body thin. Go there and make all their labour fruitful; and give honour, Rama, to that best of mountains too.' So the great sage sang the measureless glory of Chitrakuta, and the two brothers came with Sita and bathed in that excellent river.

  133. Verse 133

    caupāī raghubara kaheu lakhana bhala ghāṭū| karahu katahu~ aba ṭhāhara ṭhāṭū|| lakhana dīkha paya utara karārā| cahu~ disi phireu dhanuṣa jimi nārā|| nadī panaca sara sama dama dānā| sakala kaluṣa kali sāuja nānā|| citrakūṭa janu acala aherī| cukai na ghāta māra muṭhabherī|| asa kahi lakhana ṭhāu~ dekharāvā| thalu biloki raghubara sukhu pāvā|| rameu rāma manu devanha jānā| cale sahita sura thapati pradhānā|| kola kirāta beṣa saba āe| race parana tṛna sadana suhāe|| barani na jāhi maṃju dui sālā| eka lalita laghu eka bisālā|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhana jānakī sahita prabhu rājata rucira niketa| soha madanu muni beṣa janu rati riturāja sameta||133||

    Meaning

    Raghubira said, 'Lakshmana, this landing-place is good; now set up for us somewhere a place to stay.' Lakshmana looked at the raised bank on the northern side of the Payasvini, where a stream ran curved about on every side like a drawn bow. The river itself is the bowstring; calm, self-restraint and charity are the arrows; the whole crowd of the Kali age's sins are wild beasts of every sort; and Chitrakuta is a hunter who never stirs from his post, whose aim is never wasted and who strikes down his prey in the very encounter. So saying, Lakshmana pointed out the place, and Raghubira was glad when he had looked the ground over. The gods understood that Rama's heart had settled there, so they set out, bringing with them the foremost builder among the gods. All of them came dressed as Kols and Kiratas and put up charming huts of leaf and grass, two lovely halls past all describing, one small and delicate, the other spacious. With Lakshmana and Janaki the Lord is resplendent in that beautiful dwelling, as though the god of love in the garb of a hermit were seated there with Rati and the king of the seasons.

  134. Verse 134

    caupāī amara nāga kiṃnara disipālā| citrakūṭa āe tehi kālā|| rāma pranāmu kīnha saba kāhū| mudita deva lahi locana lāhū|| baraṣi sumana kaha deva samājū| nātha sanātha bhae hama ājū|| kari binatī dukha dusaha sunāe| haraṣita nija nija sadana sidhāe|| citrakūṭa raghunaṃdanu chāe| samācāra suni suni muni āe|| āvata dekhi mudita munibṛṃdā| kīnha daṃḍavata raghukula caṃdā|| muni raghubarahi lāi ura lehīṃ| suphala hona hita āsiṣa dehīṃ|| siya saumitra rāma chabi dekhahiṃ| sādhana sakala saphala kari lekhahiṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā jathājoga sanamāni prabhu bidā kie munibṛṃda| karahi joga japa jāga tapa nija āśramanhi suchaṃda||134||

    Meaning

    Gods, Nagas, Kinnaras and the guardians of the quarters came to Chitrakuta at that hour. Rama saluted them all, and the gods rejoiced, having won the reward of their eyes. Raining down flowers, the assembly of gods said, 'Lord, today we have found our protector.' They made their plea, told out their unbearable sufferings, and went away gladly, each to his own abode. Once Raghunandana had settled at Chitrakuta, the sages heard the news and came. Seeing the glad throng of sages approaching, the moon of Raghu's line prostrated himself before them. The sages clasp Raghubira to their breast and give blessings that his purpose may bear fruit; they gaze on the beauty of Sita, of Saumitri and of Rama, and reckon all their disciplines fulfilled. Honouring each as befitted him, the Lord bade the sages farewell, and in their own hermitages they carried on yoga, japa, sacrifice and austerity without hindrance.

  135. Verse 135

    caupāī yaha sudhi kola kirātanha pāī| haraṣe janu nava nidhi ghara āī|| kaṃda mūla phala bhari bhari donā| cale raṃka janu lūṭana sonā|| tinha maha~ jinha dekhe dou bhrātā| apara tinhahi pū~chahi magu jātā|| kahata sunata raghubīra nikāī| āi sabanhi dekhe raghurāī|| karahiṃ johāru bheṃṭa dhari āge| prabhuhi bilokahiṃ ati anurāge|| citra likhe janu jaha~ taha~ ṭhāṛhe| pulaka sarīra nayana jala bāṛhe|| rāma saneha magana saba jāne| kahi priya bacana sakala sanamāne|| prabhuhi johāri bahori bahorī| bacana binīta kahahiṃ kara jorī|| dohā/soraṭhā aba hama nātha sanātha saba bhae dekhi prabhu pāya| bhāga hamāre āgamanu rāura kosalarāya||135||

    Meaning

    When the Kols and Kiratas got this news they rejoiced as though the nine treasures had walked into their houses. Filling leaf-cups with bulbs, roots and fruit, they set out like paupers running to plunder gold. Those among them who had already seen the two brothers were questioned by the rest as they went along the road; and so, telling and hearing of Raghubira's excellence, they all came and beheld Raghurai. They make their rustic salutation, lay their offerings before him and gaze at the Lord with overflowing love. They stand here and there as if painted in a picture, their bodies thrilling, their eyes brimming with tears. Rama saw that all of them were drowned in affection, and he honoured every one with kind words. Saluting the Lord again and again, with folded hands they speak these humble words: 'Now, Lord, having seen your feet, we have all found a protector; your coming, O king of Kosala, is our own good fortune.'

  136. Verse 136

    caupāī dhanya bhūmi bana paṃtha pahārā| jaha~ jaha~ nātha pāu tumha dhārā|| dhanya bihaga mṛga kānanacārī| saphala janama bhae tumhahi nihārī|| hama saba dhanya sahita parivārā| dīkha darasu bhari nayana tumhārā|| kīnha bāsu bhala ṭhāu~ bicārī| ihā~ sakala ritu rahaba sukhārī|| hama saba bhā~ti karaba sevakāī| kari kehari ahi bāgha barāī|| bana behaṛa giri kaṃdara khohā| saba hamāra prabhu paga paga johā|| taha~ taha~ tumhahi ahera khelāuba| sara nirajhara jalaṭhāu~ dekhāuba|| hama sevaka parivāra sametā| nātha na sakucaba āyasu detā|| dohā/soraṭhā beda bacana muni mana agama te prabhu karunā aina| bacana kirātanha ke sunata jimi pitu bālaka baina||136||

    Meaning

    'Blessed is the ground, the forest, the path and the hill wherever you have set your foot, Lord. Blessed are the birds and the deer that range these woods, for their birth is fulfilled in the sight of you. We too are blessed, we and our households, for we have filled our eyes with the sight of you. You have thought well and settled in a good place; here you will live at ease in every season. We shall serve you in every way, driving off elephants and lions, snakes and tigers. The tangled woods, the hills, the caves and the ravines, all of it, Lord, we have scouted step by step; we shall take you there to hunt, and show you the pools, the waterfalls and the watering-places. We with our families are your servants; do not hesitate, Lord, to give us your orders.' That Lord whom the words of the Vedas and the minds of sages cannot reach, that very home of compassion, listened to the Kiratas' words as a father listens to the prattle of his child.

  137. Verse 137

    caupāī rāmahi kevala premu piārā| jāni leu jo jānanihārā|| rāma sakala banacara taba toṣe| kahi mṛdu bacana prema paripoṣe|| bidā kie sira nāi sidhāe| prabhu guna kahata sunata ghara āe|| ehi bidhi siya sameta dou bhāī| basahiṃ bipina sura muni sukhadāī|| jaba te āi rahe raghunāyaku| taba teṃ bhayau banu maṃgaladāyaku|| phūlahiṃ phalahiṃ biṭapa bidhi nānā||maṃju balita bara beli bitānā|| surataru sarisa subhāya~ suhāe| manahu~ bibudha bana parihari āe|| gaṃja maṃjutara madhukara śrenī| tribidha bayāri bahai sukha denī|| dohā/soraṭhā nīlakaṃṭha kalakaṃṭha suka cātaka cakka cakora| bhā~ti bhā~ti bolahiṃ bihaga śravana sukhada cita cora||137||

    Meaning

    To Rama love alone is dear; let him realize this who has the power to know. Then Rama contented all the foresters, speaking gentle words steeped in affection; he gave them leave, and bowing their heads they went, telling and hearing of the Lord's virtues all the way home. In this manner the two brothers with Sita dwelt in the forest, a joy to gods and sages alike. From the day Raghunayaka came and stayed there, the wood itself became a giver of blessings. Trees of every kind flower and bear fruit, and lovely creepers twine into fine canopies; they are beautiful in their own natural grace, like the trees of heaven, as though they had quitted the grove of the gods and come to stand here. Rows of bees hum most sweetly, and a breeze of threefold quality blows, giving delight. Blue-jays and cuckoos, parrots, chataka birds, chakwas and chakoras, birds of every kind call in their many voices, sweet to the ear and stealing away the heart.

  138. Verse 138

    caupāī keri kehari kapi kola kuraṃgā| bigatabaira bicarahiṃ saba saṃgā|| phirata ahera rāma chabi dekhī| hohiṃ mudita mṛgabaṃda biseṣī|| bibudha bipina jaha~ lagi jaga māhīṃ| dekhi rāma banu sakala sihāhīṃ|| surasari sarasai dinakara kanyā| mekalasutā godāvari dhanyā|| saba sara siṃdhu nadī nada nānā| maṃdākini kara karahiṃ bakhānā|| udaya asta giri aru kailāsū| maṃdara meru sakala surabāsū|| saila himācala ādika jete| citrakūṭa jasu gāvahiṃ tete|| biṃdhi mudita mana sukhu na samāī| śrama binu bipula baṛāī pāī|| dohā/soraṭhā citrakūṭa ke bihaga mṛga beli biṭapa tṛna jāti| punya puṃja saba dhanya asa kahahiṃ deva dina rāti||138||

    Meaning

    Elephants and lions, monkeys, boars and deer move about together, their old enmity gone. As Rama ranges hunting, the herds of deer look upon his beauty and are especially glad. Every divine grove there is in the world envies Rama's forest when it sees it. The heavenly Ganga, the Sarasvati, the Sun's daughter Yamuna, Mekala's daughter Narmada and the blessed Godavari; all lakes and seas and countless rivers and streams, they sing the praise of the Mandakini. The mountains of sunrise and sunset, Kailasa, Mandara and Meru, all the dwellings of the gods, Himalaya and every other peak, all of them sing the fame of Chitrakuta. The Vindhya is glad at heart and its joy will not be contained, for without any labour it has come by so great a distinction. The birds and beasts of Chitrakuta, its creepers, its trees and every kind of grass, all are heaps of merit, all are blessed: so the gods declare, day and night.

  139. Verse 139

    caupāī nayanavaṃta raghubarahi bilokī| pāi janama phala hohiṃ bisokī|| parasi carana raja acara sukhārī| bhae parama pada ke adhikārī|| so banu sailu subhāya~ suhāvana| maṃgalamaya ati pāvana pāvana|| mahimā kahia kavani bidhi tāsū| sukhasāgara jaha~ kīnha nivāsū|| paya payodhi taji avadha bihāī| jaha~ siya lakhanu rāmu rahe āī|| kahi na sakahiṃ suṣamā jasi kānana| jauṃ sata sahasa hoṃhiṃ sahasānana|| so maiṃ barani kahauṃ bidhi kehīṃ| ḍābara kamaṭha ki maṃdara lehīṃ|| sevahiṃ lakhanu karama mana bānī| jāi na sīlu sanehu bakhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā -chinu chinu lakhi siya rāma pada jāni āpu para nehu| karata na sapanehu~ lakhanu citu baṃdhu mātu pitu gehu||139||

    Meaning

    Those who have eyes and look upon Raghubira win the fruit of their birth and are set free of sorrow; even things that cannot move are gladdened by the touch of the dust of his feet and become fit for the supreme state. That forest and its hill are lovely by their very nature, full of blessing, purest of the pure. How is the greatness of such a place to be told, where the very ocean of bliss made his dwelling, where, leaving the sea of milk and quitting Ayodhya, Sita, Lakshmana and Rama came and stayed? Were there a hundred thousand thousand-headed Sheshas they could not tell the beauty of that wood; by what means then shall I describe it? Can a turtle from a puddle lift up Mount Mandara? Lakshmana serves them in deed, thought and word, and his gentleness and love are past all praising. Moment by moment he beheld the feet of Sita and Rama and knew the love they bore him, and not even in a dream did Lakshmana turn his mind to brother, mother, father or home.

  140. Verse 140

    caupāī rāma saṃga siya rahati sukhārī| pura parijana gṛha surati bisārī|| chinu chinu piya bidhu badanu nihārī| pramudita manahu~ cakorakumārī|| nāha nehu nita baṛhata bilokī| haraṣita rahati divasa jimi kokī|| siya manu rāma carana anurāgā| avadha sahasa sama banu priya lāgā|| paranakuṭī priya priyatama saṃgā| priya parivāru kuraṃga bihaṃgā|| sāsu sasura sama munitiya munibara| asanu amia sama kaṃda mūla phara|| nātha sātha sā~tharī suhāī| mayana sayana saya sama sukhadāī|| lokapa hohiṃ bilokata jāsū| tehi ki mohi saka biṣaya bilāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā -sumirata rāmahi tajahiṃ jana tṛna sama biṣaya bilāsu| rāmapriyā jaga janani siya kachu na ācaraju tāsu||140||

    Meaning

    At Rama's side Sita lived in happiness, forgetting all memory of the city, her people and her home. Moment by moment she gazed on the moon of her beloved's face, delighted as a young chakori bird; and seeing her husband's love grow greater by the day, she stayed as glad as the chakravaki in the daylight. Sita's mind was in love with Rama's feet, and so the forest was dear to her as a thousand Ayodhyas. The hut of leaves was dear because her dearest was in it, deer and birds were her dear kinsfolk, the sages' wives and the great sages were as mother-in-law and father-in-law, and bulbs, roots and fruits were food like nectar. Beside her lord the strewn grass bed was lovely, sweet as a hundred couches of Kamadeva. Those on whom her glance falls become guardians of the worlds; how then could the delights of sense ever infatuate her? Merely by remembering Rama men cast off sensual enjoyment like a blade of straw; and Sita is Rama's beloved and the mother of the world, so in her case there is nothing to wonder at.

  141. Verse 141

    caupāī sīya lakhana jehi bidhi sukhu lahahīṃ| soi raghunātha karahi soi kahahīṃ|| kahahiṃ purātana kathā kahānī| sunahiṃ lakhanu siya ati sukhu mānī| jaba jaba rāmu avadha sudhi karahīṃ| taba taba bāri bilocana bharahīṃ|| sumiri mātu pitu parijana bhāī| bharata sanehu sīlu sevakāī|| kṛpāsiṃdhu prabhu hohiṃ dukhārī| dhīraju dharahiṃ kusamau bicārī|| lakhi siya lakhanu bikala hoi jāhīṃ| jimi puruṣahi anusara parichāhīṃ|| priyā baṃdhu gati lakhi raghunaṃdanu| dhīra kṛpāla bhagata ura caṃdanu|| lage kahana kachu kathā punītā| suni sukhu lahahiṃ lakhanu aru sītā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmu lakhana sītā sahita sohata parana niketa| jimi bāsava basa amarapura sacī jayaṃta sameta||141||

    Meaning

    Whatever would give Sita and Lakshmana joy, that Raghunatha did and that he said; he told over ancient tales and stories, and Lakshmana and Sita listened with great delight. But whenever Rama called Ayodhya to mind, his eyes filled with tears; remembering mother and father, kinsfolk and brothers, and Bharata's love and goodness and service, the Lord, the ocean of mercy, grew sorrowful, though he held to his composure, reflecting that the times were evil. Seeing him so, Sita and Lakshmana too became distressed, as a shadow follows the man who casts it. Marking the state of his beloved and his brother, Raghunandana, steadfast, compassionate, sandal-paste to the hearts of the faithful, began to tell some holy story, and hearing it Lakshmana and Sita took comfort. With Lakshmana and Sita beside him, Rama shone in that dwelling of leaves as Indra dwells in the city of the immortals with Shachi and Jayanta.

  142. Verse 142

    caupāī jogavahiṃ prabhu siya lakhanahiṃ kaiseṃ| palaka bilocana golaka jaiseṃ|| sevahiṃ lakhanu sīya raghubīrahi| jimi abibekī puruṣa sarīrahi|| ehi bidhi prabhu bana basahiṃ sukhārī| khaga mṛga sura tāpasa hitakārī|| kaheu~ rāma bana gavanu suhāvā| sunahu sumaṃtra avadha jimi āvā|| phireu niṣādu prabhuhi pahu~cāī| saciva sahita ratha dekhesi āī|| maṃtrī bikala biloki niṣādū| kahi na jāi jasa bhayau biṣādū|| rāma rāma siya lakhana pukārī| pareu dharanitala byākula bhārī|| dekhi dakhina disi haya hihināhīṃ| janu binu paṃkha bihaga akulāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nahiṃ tṛna carahiṃ piahiṃ jalu mocahiṃ locana bāri| byākula bhae niṣāda saba raghubara bāji nihāri||142||

    Meaning

    The Lord watched over Sita and Lakshmana as the eyelids watch over the eyeballs, and Lakshmana served Sita and Raghubira as an undiscerning man serves his own body. In this way the Lord dwelt happily in the forest, doing good to birds and beasts, to gods and to ascetics. I have told of Rama's lovely going to the forest; hear now how Sumantra came back to Ayodhya. The Nishada turned back after seeing the Lord upon his way, and coming to the spot he found the chariot and the minister with it. Seeing the minister so distraught, the sorrow that took hold of the Nishada is past telling. Crying out 'Rama, Rama, Sita, Lakshmana', the minister fell to the ground in bitter anguish; and the horses, looking towards the south, neighed and fretted like birds robbed of their wings. They would not crop the grass nor drink water, and tears ran from their eyes; and all the Nishadas were stricken with distress to look upon Raghubira's horses.

  143. Verse 143

    caupāī dhari dhīraja taba kahai niṣādū| aba sumaṃtra pariharahu biṣādū|| tumha paṃḍita paramāratha gyātā| dharahu dhīra lakhi bimukha bidhātā bibidha kathā kahi kahi mṛdu bānī| ratha baiṭhāreu barabasa ānī|| soka sithila ratha sakai na hā~kī| raghubara biraha pīra ura bā~kī|| carapharāhiṃ maga calahiṃ na ghore| bana mṛga manahu~ āni ratha jore|| aṛhuki parahiṃ phiri herahiṃ pīcheṃ| rāma biyogi bikala dukha tīcheṃ|| jo kaha rāmu lakhanu baidehī| hiṃkari hiṃkari hita herahiṃ tehī|| bāji biraha gati kahi kimi jātī| binu mani phanika bikala jehi bhā~tī|| dohā/soraṭhā bhayau niṣāda biṣādabasa dekhata saciva turaṃga| boli susevaka cāri taba die sārathī saṃga||143||

    Meaning

    Then, gathering his courage, the Nishada said, 'Sumantra, let your grief go now. You are learned, a knower of the highest truth: hold firm, seeing that the Ordainer has turned away.' Telling him tale after tale in gentle words, he brought him and set him upon the chariot almost by force. Slack with sorrow, the charioteer could not drive, for the sharp, twisting pain of parting from Raghubira lay in his breast; and the horses fretted and would not keep the road, as though deer of the forest had been brought and harnessed to the car. They stumbled and fell and turned to look behind them, distraught with the keen pain of Rama's absence; and whoever spoke the names of Rama or Lakshmana or Vaidehi, at him they neighed again and again and gazed with love. How is the state of those horses in their separation to be told? They were as a serpent distraught that has lost its gem. Seeing the minister and the horses, the Nishada was overcome with grief; so he called four trusty servants and sent them along with the charioteer.

  144. Verse 144

    caupāī guha sārathihi phireu pahu~cāī| birahu biṣādu barani nahiṃ jāī|| cale avadha lei rathahi niṣādā| hohi chanahiṃ chana magana biṣādā|| soca sumaṃtra bikala dukha dīnā| dhiga jīvana raghubīra bihīnā|| rahihi na aṃtahu~ adhama sarīrū| jasu na laheu bichurata raghubīrū|| bhae ajasa agha bhājana prānā| kavana hetu nahiṃ karata payānā|| ahaha maṃda manu avasara cūkā| ajahu~ na hṛdaya hota dui ṭūkā|| mīji hātha siru dhuni pachitāī| manaha~ kṛpana dhana rāsi gavā~ī|| birida bā~dhi bara bīru kahāī| caleu samara janu subhaṭa parāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bipra bibekī bedabida saṃmata sādhu sujāti| jimi dhokheṃ madapāna kara saciva soca tehi bhā~ti||144||

    Meaning

    Guha turned back after seeing the charioteer upon his way, and the grief of that parting is beyond describing. The Nishadas set out for Ayodhya with the chariot, sinking at every moment deeper into sorrow. Sumantra brooded, wretched and undone with pain: 'A curse upon a life bereft of Raghubira. This base body will not endure to the end in any case, yet it did not win the glory of perishing in the hour of parting from Raghubira. My breath has become a vessel of infamy and sin; for what cause does it not depart? Alas, my dull mind let the moment slip; even now my heart will not break in two.' He wrung his hands and beat his head and repented, like a miser who has lost his hoard of wealth; he was like a warrior who binds on the badge of his vow, is hailed as a mighty champion, and then, going out to battle, flees the field. As a discerning Brahmin, versed in the Veda, honoured by the good and of noble birth, would grieve had he unknowingly drunk liquor, in that manner did the minister grieve.

  145. Verse 145

    caupāī jimi kulīna tiya sādhu sayānī| patidevatā karama mana bānī|| rahai karama basa parihari nāhū| saciva hṛdaya~ timi dāruna dāhu|| locana sajala ḍīṭhi bhai thorī| sunai na śravana bikala mati bhorī|| sūkhahiṃ adhara lāgi muha~ lāṭī| jiu na jāi ura avadhi kapāṭī|| bibarana bhayau na jāi nihārī| māresi manahu~ pitā mahatārī|| hāni galāni bipula mana byāpī| jamapura paṃtha soca jimi pāpī|| bacanu na āva hṛdaya~ pachitāī| avadha kāha maiṃ dekhaba jāī|| rāma rahita ratha dekhihi joī| sakucihi mohi bilokata soī|| dohā/soraṭhā -dhāi pū~chihahiṃ mohi jaba bikala nagara nara nāri| utaru deba maiṃ sabahi taba hṛdaya~ bajru baiṭhāri||145||

    Meaning

    As a wise and virtuous woman of good family, who holds her husband a god in deed, thought and word, may yet by the force of fate be made to live apart from him, so cruel was the burning in the minister's heart. His eyes swam and his sight grew dim; his ears took in nothing, his wits were dulled and distracted. His lips dried and his mouth grew parched, yet the life would not go out of him, for the appointed term stood like a bolted door across his breast. His colour was so drained that none could bear to look at him, as though he had murdered his own father and mother. Loss and self-loathing spread wide through his mind, as remorse fills a sinner on the road to the city of Yama. No word would come; he repented within himself: what am I going to Ayodhya to look upon? Whoever sees this chariot returning without Rama in it will shrink away at the sight of me. When the distracted men and women of the city come running and question me, I shall have to answer them all with a thunderbolt set firm in my heart.

  146. Verse 146

    caupāī puchihahiṃ dīna dukhita saba mātā| kahaba kāha maiṃ tinhahi bidhātā|| pūchihi jabahiṃ lakhana mahatārī| kahihau~ kavana sa~desa sukhārī|| rāma janani jaba āihi dhāī| sumiri bacchu jimi dhenu lavāī|| pū~chata utaru deba maiṃ tehī| ge banu rāma lakhanu baidehī|| joi pū~chihi tehi ūtaru debā| jāi avadha aba yahu sukhu lebā|| pū~chihi jabahiṃ rāu dukha dīnā| jivanu jāsu raghunātha adhīnā|| dehau~ utaru kaunu muhu lāī| āyau~ kusala kua~ra pahu~cāī|| sunata lakhana siya rāma sa~desū| tṛna jimi tanu pariharihi naresū|| dohā/soraṭhā -hradau na bidareu paṃka jimi bichurata prītamu nīru|| jānata hauṃ mohi dīnha bidhi yahu jātanā sarīru||146||

    Meaning

    All the mothers, worn and wretched, will question me — Creator, what am I to tell them? When Lakshmana's mother asks me, what glad message shall I have to give? When Rama's mother comes hurrying, as a cow lately calved runs at the memory of her calf, and asks me, what answer shall I give her — that Rama, Lakshmana and Vaidehi have gone away to the forest? To every single one who asks I must give this same answer; this is the happiness I shall gather by going now to Ayodhya. And when the king asks, wretched with grief, he whose very life depends upon Raghunatha, with what face shall I answer him that I have come back safe, having seen the princes on their way? At the mere sound of a message from Lakshmana, Sita and Rama, the lord of men will let his body drop like a wisp of straw. Why did my heart not split apart, as mud splits when the water it loves deserts it? Now I know that the Creator gave me this body only so that it might endure torment.

  147. Verse 147

    caupāī ehi bidhi karata paṃtha pachitāvā| tamasā tīra turata rathu āvā|| bidā kie kari binaya niṣādā| phire pāya~ pari bikala biṣādā|| paiṭhata nagara saciva sakucāī| janu māresi gura bā~bhana gāī|| baiṭhi biṭapa tara divasu gavā~vā| sā~jha samaya taba avasaru pāvā|| avadha prabesu kīnha a~dhiāreṃ| paiṭha bhavana rathu rākhi duāreṃ|| jinha jinha samācāra suni pāe| bhūpa dvāra rathu dekhana āe|| rathu pahicāni bikala lakhi ghore| garahiṃ gāta jimi ātapa ore|| nagara nāri nara byākula kaiṃseṃ| nighaṭata nīra mīnagana jaiṃseṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā -saciva āgamanu sunata sabu bikala bhayau ranivāsu| bhavana bhayaṃkaru lāga tehi mānahu~ preta nivāsu||147||

    Meaning

    Lamenting in this way along the road, the chariot soon reached the bank of the Tamasa. With courteous entreaty he sent the Nishadas back; they fell at his feet and turned away, distraught with sorrow. Entering the city, the minister shrank with shame, as though he had killed his teacher, a Brahmin and a cow. He sat beneath a tree and let the whole day pass, and at evening he found his chance. He entered Ayodhya in the dark, left the chariot standing at the gate and went into the palace. Everyone who got word of it came to the king's door to see the chariot; recognizing it, and seeing the horses in distress, their bodies melted away like hailstones in the sun. The men and women of the city were as stricken as shoals of fish in water that is draining away. Hearing that the minister had come, the whole of the queens' quarter was thrown into anguish, and the palace seemed to them as terrible as a dwelling of ghosts.

  148. Verse 148

    caupāī ati ārati saba pū~chahiṃ rānī| utaru na āva bikala bhai bānī|| sunai na śravana nayana nahiṃ sūjhā| kahahu kahā~ nṛpa tehi tehi būjhā|| dāsinha dīkha saciva bikalāī| kausalyā gṛha~ gaīṃ lavāī|| jāi sumaṃtra dīkha kasa rājā| amia rahita janu caṃdu birājā|| āsana sayana bibhūṣana hīnā| pareu bhūmitala nipaṭa malīnā|| lei usāsu soca ehi bhā~tī| surapura teṃ janu kha~seu jajātī|| leta soca bhari chinu chinu chātī| janu jari paṃkha pareu saṃpātī|| rāma rāma kaha rāma sanehī| puni kaha rāma lakhana baidehī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhi saciva~ jaya jīva kahi kīnheu daṃḍa pranāmu| sunata uṭheu byākula nṛpati kahu sumaṃtra kaha~ rāmu||148||

    Meaning

    In utmost distress all the queens questioned him, but no answer came; his voice broke with agitation. His ears did not hear and his eyes did not see; he only kept asking each of them, 'Tell me, where is the king?' The serving women saw the minister's distraction and led him to Kaushalya's apartments. Going in, Sumantra saw in what state the king lay — as though the moon shone bereft of its nectar. Stripped of seat and couch and ornament, he lay on the bare ground, utterly wretched. He drew long sighs and grieved so that he seemed Yayati fallen from the city of the gods; grief filled his breast moment by moment, as though he were Sampati fallen with his wings burnt away. He cried out 'Rama, Rama, my loving Rama,' and then again 'Rama, Lakshmana, Vaidehi.' Seeing him, the minister gave the salutation of victory and long life and prostrated himself full length before him; hearing it, the king started up in anguish: 'Tell me, Sumantra, where is Rama?'

  149. Verse 149

    caupāī bhūpa sumaṃtru līnha ura lāī| būṛata kachu adhāra janu pāī|| sahita saneha nikaṭa baiṭhārī| pū~chata rāu nayana bhari bārī|| rāma kusala kahu sakhā sanehī| kaha~ raghunāthu lakhanu baidehī|| āne pheri ki banahi sidhāe| sunata saciva locana jala chāe|| soka bikala puni pū~cha naresū| kahu siya rāma lakhana saṃdesū|| rāma rūpa guna sīla subhāū| sumiri sumiri ura socata rāū|| rāu sunāi dīnha banabāsū| suni mana bhayau na haraṣu harā~sū|| so suta bichurata gae na prānā| ko pāpī baṛa mohi samānā|| dohā/soraṭhā sakhā rāmu siya lakhanu jaha~ tahā~ mohi pahu~cāu| nāhiṃ ta cāhata calana aba prāna kahau~ satibhāu||149||

    Meaning

    The king caught Sumantra to his breast, as a drowning man who has found some support. He seated him affectionately at his side and asked with eyes brimming over: 'Tell me that Rama is well, dear friend; where are Raghunatha, Lakshmana and Vaidehi? Have you brought them back, or have they gone on into the forest?' At this the minister's eyes filled with tears. Distraught with sorrow the king asked again: 'Give me the message of Sita, Rama and Lakshmana.' Recalling over and over Rama's beauty, his virtue, his gentleness and his nature, the king grieved within. 'I, the king, proclaimed his banishment and gave it to him, and when he heard it there was in his mind neither gladness nor dismay. Parted from such a son, my breath has still not left me — who is a greater sinner than I? Friend, take me to the place where Rama, Sita and Lakshmana are; otherwise my life is even now ready to go — I say this to you in all sincerity.'

  150. Verse 150

    caupāī puni puni pū~chata maṃtrahi rāū| priyatama suana sa~desa sunāū|| karahi sakhā soi begi upāū| rāmu lakhanu siya nayana dekhāū|| saciva dhīra dhari kaha mudu bānī| mahārāja tumha paṃḍita gyānī|| bīra sudhīra dhuraṃdhara devā| sādhu samāju sadā tumha sevā|| janama marana saba dukha bhogā| hāni lābha priya milana biyogā|| kāla karama basa hauhiṃ gosāīṃ| barabasa rāti divasa kī nāīṃ|| sukha haraṣahiṃ jaṛa dukha bilakhāhīṃ| dou sama dhīra dharahiṃ mana māhīṃ|| dhīraja dharahu bibeku bicārī| chāṛia soca sakala hitakārī|| dohā/soraṭhā prathama bāsu tamasā bhayau dūsara surasari tīra| nhāī rahe jalapānu kari siya sameta dou bīra||150||

    Meaning

    Again and again the king pressed the minister: 'Give me some message of my beloved son. Friend, contrive a means quickly, and let my eyes see Rama, Lakshmana and Sita.' Gathering his courage, the minister spoke in gentle words: 'Great king, you are learned and wise, brave, firm of mind, foremost among the steadfast, my lord, and you have always served the company of the good. Birth and death, all sufferings and enjoyments, loss and gain, meeting with the dear and parting from them, all of these come about, master, under the sway of time and destiny, and come inescapably, as night and day do. The dull rejoice in pleasure and wail in pain; the steadfast keep the two alike within their minds. Weigh the matter with discernment and take courage; let grief go, you who wish the welfare of all. The first halt was at the Tamasa, the second on the bank of the Ganga; there the two brothers with Sita bathed and stayed, taking only water.'

  151. Verse 151

    caupāī kevaṭa kīnhi bahuta sevakāī| so jāmini siṃgaraura gavā~ī|| hota prāta baṭa chīru magāvā| jaṭā mukuṭa nija sīsa banāvā|| rāma sakhā~ taba nāva magāī| priyā caṛhāi caṛhe raghurāī|| lakhana bāna dhanu dhare banāī| āpu caṛhe prabhu āyasu pāī|| bikala biloki mohi raghubīrā| bole madhura bacana dhari dhīrā|| tāta pranāmu tāta sana kahehu| bāra bāra pada paṃkaja gahehū|| karabi pāya~ pari binaya bahorī| tāta karia jani ciṃtā morī|| bana maga maṃgala kusala hamāreṃ| kṛpā anugraha punya tumhāreṃ||

    Meaning

    The ferryman rendered them much service, and so that night was spent at Singraur. At daybreak Rama sent for the milky sap of the banyan and with it shaped the matted crown of hair upon his own head. Then Rama's friend called for a boat; the Lord of the Raghus helped his beloved aboard and stepped in after her. Lakshmana arranged the bow and arrows carefully and, having received his master's leave, embarked himself. Seeing me distraught, Raghubira steadied himself and spoke sweet words to me: 'Dear one, carry my obeisance to my father, and clasp his lotus-feet again and again on my behalf. Fall at his feet and entreat him once more: father, do not grieve on my account. On the road and in the forest all is well and auspicious with us, through your kindness, your favour and your merit.'

  152. Verse 152

    caupāī purajana parijana sakala nihorī| tāta sunāehu binatī morī|| soi saba bhā~ti mora hitakārī| jāteṃ raha naranāhu sukhārī|| kahaba sa~desu bharata ke āe~| nīti na tajia rājapadu pāe~|| pālehu prajahi karama mana bānī| seehu mātu sakala sama jānī|| ora nibāhehu bhāyapa bhāī| kari pitu mātu sujana sevakāī|| tāta bhā~ti tehi rākhaba rāū| soca mora jehiṃ karai na kāū|| lakhana kahe kachu bacana kaṭhorā| baraji rāma puni mohi nihorā|| bāra bāra nija sapatha devāī| kahabi na tāta lakhana larikāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kahi pranāma kachu kahana liya siya bhai sithila saneha| thakita bacana locana sajala pulaka pallavita deha||152||

    Meaning

    'Entreat all the townspeople and the household, father, and convey my plea to them. He alone is my well-wisher in every way, through whom the king may remain content. When Bharata comes, give him this message: having gained the royal seat, do not forsake right conduct. Cherish the subjects in deed, mind and word, and serve all the mothers, holding them equal. Carry your brotherhood through to the end, brother, and serve father, mother and the good. Father, so uphold the king that he never comes to grieve over me.' Lakshmana spoke some hard words, but Rama checked him and then pressed me, putting me again and again upon his own oath: 'Do not repeat Lakshmana's childish talk, father.' Having sent her obeisance, Sita began to say something, but love unstrung her: her words faltered, her eyes filled, and her body broke into thrills like a tree bursting into leaf.

  153. Verse 153

    caupāī tehi avasara raghubara rūkha pāī| kevaṭa pārahi nāva calāī|| raghukulatilaka cale ehi bhā~tī| dekhau~ ṭhāṛha kulisa dhari chātī|| maiṃ āpana kimi kahauṃ kalesū| jiata phireu~ lei rāma sa~desū|| asa kahi saciva bacana rahi gayaū| hāni galāni soca basa bhayaū|| suta bacana sunatahiṃ naranāhū| pareu dharani ura dāruna dāhū|| talaphata biṣama moha mana māpā| mājā manahu~ mīna kahu~ byāpā|| kari bilāpa saba rovahiṃ rānī| mahā bipati kimi jāi bakhānī|| suni bilāpa dukhahū dukhu lāgā| dhīrajahū kara dhīraju bhāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhayau kolāhalu avadha ati suni nṛpa rāura soru| bipula bihaga bana pareu nisi mānahu~ kulisa kaṭhoru||153||

    Meaning

    At that moment, taking Raghubara's signal, the ferryman set the boat towards the farther bank. Thus the glory of the house of Raghu went on his way, while I stood looking on, holding my breast hard as a thunderbolt. How am I to tell my own anguish — that I came back alive, bearing Rama's message? Saying this the minister's voice failed him, and he was overcome by loss, self-reproach and sorrow. Hearing his son's words the king fell to the ground, a fierce burning in his heart. He writhed, his mind steeped in a grievous swoon, as though a fish had been overtaken by the foul scum spreading across its water. All the queens wept and wailed aloud; how can so great a calamity be described? Hearing their lament, sorrow itself grew sorrowful, and even fortitude lost its own steadiness. Such an uproar arose in Ayodhya at the clamour heard from the royal palace, as if a hard thunderbolt had fallen at night upon a wood thick with birds.

  154. Verse 154

    caupāī prāna kaṃṭhagata bhayau bhuālū| mani bihīna janu byākula byālū|| idrīṃ sakala bikala bhai~ bhārī| janu sara sarasija banu binu bārī|| kausalyā~ nṛpu dīkha malānā| rabikula rabi a~thayau jiya~ jānā| ura dhari dhīra rāma mahatārī| bolī bacana samaya anusārī|| nātha samujhi mana karia bicārū| rāma biyoga payodhi apārū|| karanadhāra tumha avadha jahājū| caṛheu sakala priya pathika samājū|| dhīraju dharia ta pāia pārū| nāhiṃ ta būṛihi sabu parivārū|| jauṃ jiya~ dharia binaya piya morī| rāmu lakhanu siya milahiṃ bahorī|| dohā/soraṭhā priyā bacana mṛdu sunata nṛpu citayau ā~khi ughāri| talaphata mīna malīna janu sīṃcata sītala bāri||154||

    Meaning

    The king's life came up to his throat, and he lay writhing like a serpent robbed of its gem. All his senses were sorely troubled, like a bed of lotuses in a lake gone dry. Kaushalya saw the king sinking and knew within herself that the sun of the solar house had set. Taking heart, Rama's mother spoke words fitted to the hour: 'My lord, consider in your mind and reflect — the parting from Rama is a shoreless ocean. You are the helmsman and Ayodhya the ship, and all our dear ones have boarded it as travellers. Hold fast to courage and we shall reach the shore; otherwise the whole family will drown. Beloved, if you take my entreaty to heart, Rama, Lakshmana and Sita will come to us again.' At his beloved's gentle words the king opened his eyes and looked up — as a faded, writhing fish revives when cool water is sprinkled over it.

  155. Verse 155

    caupāī dhari dhīraju uṭhī baiṭha bhuālū| kahu sumaṃtra kaha~ rāma kṛpālū|| kahā~ lakhanu kaha~ rāmu sanehī| kaha~ priya putrabadhū baidehī|| bilapata rāu bikala bahu bhā~tī| bhai juga sarisa sirāti na rātī|| tāpasa aṃdha sāpa sudhi āī| kausalyahi saba kathā sunāī|| bhayau bikala baranata itihāsā| rāma rahita dhiga jīvana āsā|| so tanu rākhi karaba maiṃ kāhā| jeṃhi na prema panu mora nibāhā|| hā raghunaṃdana prāna pirīte| tumha binu jiata bahuta dina bīte|| hā jānakī lakhana hā raghubara| hā pitu hita cita cātaka jaladhara| dohā/soraṭhā rāma rāma kahi rāma kahi rāma rāma kahi rāma| tanu parihari raghubara biraha~ rāu gayau suradhāma||155||

    Meaning

    Gathering his courage, the king rose and sat up. 'Tell me, Sumantra, where is gracious Rama? Where is Lakshmana, where is my loving Rama, where is my dear daughter-in-law Vaidehi?' The king lamented, distraught in a hundred ways; the night stretched long as an age and would not end. Then the memory of the blind ascetic's curse came to him, and he told Kaushalya the whole tale. Recounting that history he grew distraught: 'Cursed be any hope of life without Rama. What shall I do keeping this body, which has not carried through my vow of love? Ah Raghunandan, dearer to me than breath, without you the days of living have dragged on and on. Ah Janaki, ah Lakshmana, ah Raghubara! Ah, you who were the rain-cloud to the chatak heart of your father who wished you only good!' Saying 'Rama, Rama', saying 'Rama', saying 'Rama, Rama', saying 'Rama', the king laid down his body in the anguish of parting from Raghubara and went to the abode of the gods.

  156. Verse 156

    caupāī jiana marana phalu dasaratha pāvā| aṃḍa aneka amala jasu chāvā|| jiata rāma bidhu badanu nihārā| rāma biraha kari maranu sa~vārā|| soka bikala saba rovahiṃ rānī| rūpu sīla balu teju bakhānī|| karahiṃ bilāpa aneka prakārā| parahīṃ bhūmitala bārahiṃ bārā|| bilapahiṃ bikala dāsa aru dāsī| ghara ghara rudanu karahiṃ purabāsī|| a~thayau āju bhānukula bhānū| dharama avadhi guna rūpa nidhānū|| gārīṃ sakala kaikaihi dehīṃ| nayana bihīna kīnha jaga jehīṃ|| ehi bidhi bilapata raini bihānī| āe sakala mahāmuni gyānī|| dohā/soraṭhā taba basiṣṭha muni samaya sama kahi aneka itihāsa| soka nevāreu sabahi kara nija bigyāna prakāsa||156||

    Meaning

    Dasharatha won the fruit of both his living and his dying, and his spotless fame spread over countless universes. While he lived he gazed upon Rama's moon-like face, and in separation from Rama he made even his death glorious. Distraught with grief, all the queens wept, telling over his beauty, his character, his strength and his splendour. They lamented in every manner and fell to the ground again and again. Manservants and maidservants wailed helplessly, and in house after house the townspeople wept: 'Today the sun of the solar race has set — the very bound of dharma, the treasury of virtue and beauty.' All heaped reproaches upon Kaikeyi, who had left the world without eyes. Lamenting thus, the night wore away, and all the great and enlightened sages arrived. Then the sage Vasishtha, relating many old histories suited to the hour, dispelled the grief of all by the light of his own wisdom.

  157. Verse 157

    caupāī tela nā~va bhari nṛpa tanu rākhā| dūta bolāi bahuri asa bhāṣā|| dhāvahu begi bharata pahiṃ jāhū| nṛpa sudhi katahu~ kahahu jani kāhū|| etanei kahehu bharata sana jāī| gura bolāī paṭhayau dou bhāī|| suni muni āyasu dhāvana dhāe| cale bega bara bāji lajāe|| anarathu avadha araṃbheu jaba teṃ| kusaguna hohiṃ bharata kahu~ taba teṃ|| dekhahiṃ rāti bhayānaka sapanā| jāgi karahiṃ kaṭu koṭi kalapanā|| bipra jevā~i dehiṃ dina dānā| siva abhiṣeka karahiṃ bidhi nānā|| māgahiṃ hṛdaya~ mahesa manāī| kusala mātu pitu parijana bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi socata bharata mana dhāvana pahu~ce āi| gura anusāsana śravana suni cale ganesu manāi||157||

    Meaning

    The king's body was placed in a boat filled with oil and so kept. Then the sage called the messengers and spoke to them thus: 'Run swiftly and go to Bharata, and nowhere breathe a word about the king to anyone. Say only this much to Bharata when you reach him - the guru has sent for the two brothers.' Hearing the sage's command the runners sped off, going at a pace that put the finest horses to shame. From the day this calamity began in Ayodhya, ill omens had been troubling Bharata. At night he saw fearful dreams, and on waking his mind framed bitter fancies by the million. By day he fed Brahmins and gave gifts, and performed the bathing of Shiva in many ways; propitiating Mahesha in his heart, he begged for the welfare of mother and father, kinsfolk and brothers. While Bharata was brooding in this fashion the runners arrived; and hearing the guru's order with his own ears, he invoked Ganesha and set out.

  158. Verse 158

    caupāī cale samīra bega haya hā~ke| nāghata sarita saila bana bā~ke|| hṛdaya~ socu baṛa kachu na sohāī| asa jānahiṃ jiya~ jāu~ uṛāī|| eka nimeṣa barasa sama jāī| ehi bidhi bharata nagara niarāī|| asaguna hohiṃ nagara paiṭhārā| raṭahiṃ kubhā~ti kukheta karārā|| khara siāra bolahiṃ pratikūlā| suni suni hoi bharata mana sūlā|| śrīhata sara saritā bana bāgā| nagaru biseṣi bhayāvanu lāgā|| khaga mṛga haya gaya jāhiṃ na joe| rāma biyoga kuroga bigoe|| nagara nāri nara nipaṭa dukhārī| manahu~ sabanhi saba saṃpati hārī|| dohā/soraṭhā purajana milihiṃ na kahahiṃ kachu gava~hiṃ johārahiṃ jāhiṃ| bharata kusala pū~chi na sakahiṃ bhaya biṣāda mana māhiṃ||158||

    Meaning

    They urged their horses on at the speed of the wind, overleaping rivers, hills and rugged forests. Great anxiety lay on Bharata's heart, nothing pleased him, and he felt within himself as though he would fly there. A single moment passed like a year; and so Bharata drew near the city. As he entered, ill omens met him: creatures screeched harshly from unlucky spots and from the river banks, asses and jackals brayed against him, and hearing them again and again his mind was pierced with pain. The lakes, the river, the woods and the gardens had lost all their beauty, and the city looked more dreadful still. Birds and deer, horses and elephants could not be borne to look upon, so wasted were they by the cruel sickness of separation from Rama. The women and men of the city were utterly wretched, as though every one of them had lost all they possessed. The townsfolk did not come forward to meet him nor say anything; they made their obeisance quietly and passed on, and for the fear and sorrow in their minds they could not even ask Bharata how he fared.

  159. Verse 159

    caupāī hāṭa bāṭa nahiṃ jāi nihārī| janu pura daha~ disi lāgi davārī|| āvata suta suni kaikayanaṃdini| haraṣī rabikula jalaruha caṃdini|| saji āratī mudita uṭhi dhāī| dvārehiṃ bheṃṭi bhavana lei āī|| bharata dukhita parivāru nihārā| mānahu~ tuhina banaja banu mārā|| kaikeī haraṣita ehi bhā~ti| manahu~ mudita dava lāi kirātī|| sutahi sasoca dekhi manu māreṃ| pū~chati naihara kusala hamāreṃ|| sakala kusala kahi bharata sunāī| pū~chī nija kula kusala bhalāī|| kahu kaha~ tāta kahā~ saba mātā| kaha~ siya rāma lakhana priya bhrātā|| dohā/soraṭhā suni suta bacana sanehamaya kapaṭa nīra bhari naina| bharata śravana mana sūla sama pāpini bolī baina||159||

    Meaning

    The markets and streets could not be borne to look upon; it was as though a wildfire had caught the city on all ten sides. Hearing that her son was coming, the daughter of Kekaya's king rejoiced - she who was as moonlight to the day-lotus of the solar house. Delighted, she rose and hurried out with the arati made ready, met him at the very door and brought him into the palace. Bharata saw the whole household stricken, as a bed of lotuses blasted by frost. Kaikeyi alone was glad, as a Kirata woman is glad who has set the forest ablaze. Seeing her son sunk in care and heavy of heart, she asked whether all was well at her father's house. Bharata told her that all was well there, and then asked after the welfare of his own family: 'Tell me, where is father? Where are all my mothers? Where are Sita, Rama and Lakshmana, my dear brothers?' Hearing her son's words, so full of affection, the sinful woman filled her eyes with false tears and spoke words that fell upon Bharata's ears and mind like a spear.

  160. Verse 160

    caupāī tāta bāta maiṃ sakala sa~vārī| bhai maṃtharā sahāya bicārī|| kachuka kāja bidhi bīca bigāreu| bhūpati surapati pura pagu dhāreu|| sunata bharatu bhae bibasa biṣādā| janu sahameu kari kehari nādā|| tāta tāta hā tāta pukārī| pare bhūmitala byākula bhārī|| calata na dekhana pāyau~ tohī| tāta na rāmahi sauṃpehu mohī|| bahuri dhīra dhari uṭhe sa~bhārī| kahu pitu marana hetu mahatārī|| suni suta bacana kahati kaikeī| maramu pā~chi janu māhura deī|| ādihu teṃ saba āpani karanī| kuṭila kaṭhora mudita mana baranī|| dohā/soraṭhā bharatahi bisareu pitu marana sunata rāma bana gaunu| hetu apanapau jāni jiya~ thakita rahe dhari maunu||160||

    Meaning

    'Son, I had arranged the whole matter, and poor Manthara was my helper in it. Only, fate spoiled part of the work midway - the king has set his foot in the city of Indra.' Hearing this, Bharata was overwhelmed by grief, like an elephant cowed by the roar of a lion. Crying 'Father, father, alas, father!' he fell to the ground in bitter distress: 'As you went I could not even look upon you; father, you did not commend me to Rama's care.' Then, taking courage, he steadied himself and rose: 'Mother, tell me the cause of my father's death.' Hearing her son's words, Kaikeyi spoke on as one who scrapes a raw wound and lays poison in it; crooked and hard of heart, with a delighted mind she recounted her whole doing from the very beginning. The moment Bharata heard of Rama's going to the forest he forgot his father's death; knowing in his heart that he himself was the cause of it, he stood stunned and held his silence.

  161. Verse 161

    caupāī bikala biloki sutahi samujhāvati| manahu~ jare para lonu lagāvati|| tāta rāu nahiṃ soce jogū| biṛhi sukṛta jasu kīnheu bhogū|| jīvata sakala janama phala pāe| aṃta amarapati sadana sidhāe|| asa anumāni soca pariharahū| sahita samāja rāja pura karahū|| suni suṭhi sahameu rājakumārū| pākeṃ chata janu lāga a~gārū|| dhīraja dhari bhari lehiṃ usāsā| pāpani sabahi bhā~ti kula nāsā|| jauṃ pai kuruci rahī ati tohī| janamata kāhe na māre mohī|| peṛa kāṭi taiṃ pālau sīṃcā| mīna jiana niti bāri ulīcā|| dohā/soraṭhā haṃsabaṃsu dasarathu janaku rāma lakhana se bhāi| jananī tū~ jananī bhaī bidhi sana kachu na basāi||161||

    Meaning

    Seeing him distraught she set about consoling her son - as though laying salt on a fresh burn. 'Son, the king is no fit object for grief. He gathered up merit and fame and had his fill of enjoyment; living, he won every fruit of birth, and at the last he departed to the mansion of the lord of the immortals. Weigh this and let your sorrow go; together with the assembly, govern the city and the realm.' At these words the prince shrank utterly, as if a burning ember had been set on a sore already ripe. Holding his patience and drawing long breaths, he said: 'Sinful woman, you have ruined the house in every way. If your appetite was so vile, why did you not kill me on the day I was born? You have cut the tree down and watered the leaf; you bale the water out and look for the fish to live. The swan line for a lineage, Dasharatha for a father, and brothers such as Rama and Lakshmana - and you, mother, you it was who became my mother! Against the Creator nothing avails.'

  162. Verse 162

    caupāī jaba taiṃ kumati kumata jiya~ ṭhayaū| khaṃḍa khaṃḍa hoi hradau na gayaū|| bara māgata mana bhai nahiṃ pīrā| gari na jīha muha~ pareu na kīrā|| bhūpa~ pratīta tori kimi kīnhī| marana kāla bidhi mati hari līnhī|| bidhihu~ na nāri hṛdaya gati jānī| sakala kapaṭa agha avaguna khānī|| sarala susīla dharama rata rāū| so kimi jānai tīya subhāū|| asa ko jīva jaṃtu jaga māhīṃ| jehi raghunātha prānapriya nāhīṃ|| bhe ati ahita rāmu teu tohī| ko tū ahasi satya kahu mohī|| jo hasi so hasi muha~ masi lāī| ā~khi oṭa uṭhi baiṭhahiṃ jāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma birodhī hṛdaya teṃ pragaṭa kīnha bidhi mohi| mo samāna ko pātakī bādi kahau~ kachu tohi||162||

    Meaning

    'When you, evil-minded one, first fixed that wicked design in your heart, why did your heart not break in pieces and perish? While you were asking for the boons, did no pang touch your mind? Why did your tongue not rot, why did no worms fall into your mouth? How did the king come to trust you? At the hour of his death the Creator robbed him of his judgement. Not even the Creator has fathomed the workings of a woman's heart, that storehouse of every guile and sin and vice. The king was straightforward, gentle-natured and given to dharma - how was such a man to know a woman's disposition? What creature lives in this world to whom Raghunatha is not dear as life? Yet even Rama turned out your bitter enemy - who are you? Tell me the truth. Whatever you are, you are: smear your face with soot, get up, and go and sit where my eyes cannot fall on you. The Creator has brought me forth out of a heart hostile to Rama. Who is a greater sinner than I? It is idle for me to say anything at all to you.'

  163. Verse 163

    caupāī suni satrughuna mātu kuṭilāī| jarahiṃ gāta risa kachu na basāī|| tehi avasara kubarī taha~ āī| basana bibhūṣana bibidha banāī|| lakhi risa bhareu lakhana laghu bhāī| barata anala ghṛta āhuti pāī|| humagi lāta taki kūbara mārā| pari muha bhara mahi karata pukārā|| kūbara ṭūṭeu phūṭa kapārū| dalita dasana mukha rudhira pracārū|| āha daia maiṃ kāha nasāvā| karata nīka phalu anaisa pāvā|| suni ripuhana lakhi nakha sikha khoṭī| lage ghasīṭana dhari dhari jhoṃṭī|| bharata dayānidhi dīnhi chaṛāī| kausalyā pahiṃ ge dou bhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā malina basana bibarana bikala kṛsa sarīra dukha bhāra| kanaka kalapa bara beli bana mānahu~ hanī tusāra||163||

    Meaning

    Hearing of Kaikeyi's crooked dealing, Shatrughna's limbs burned with rage, though nothing lay within his power. Just at that moment the hunchbacked woman, Manthara, came there, dressed and decked out in ornaments of every kind. At the sight of her, Lakshmana's younger brother was filled with fury, as a fire already burning flares up when clarified butter is poured into it. He sprang at her, took aim and kicked her hump, and she fell face down upon the ground with a cry. Her hump was broken and her skull split open, her teeth were smashed and blood poured from her mouth. 'Alas, God! What harm did I ever do? I did good, and this is the evil fruit I have been given.' Hearing her, and seeing her wicked from nail to crown, Shatrughna caught her by the hair, again and again, and dragged her this way and that, until Bharata, that treasury of compassion, set her free. Then the two brothers went to Kaushalya. Her clothes were soiled and her face was drained of colour; she was distraught, her body wasted under the burden of grief, as though frost had blighted a lovely golden creeper of paradise standing in a grove.

  164. Verse 164

    caupāī bharatahi dekhi mātu uṭhi dhāī| muruchita avani parī jhai~ āī|| dekhata bharatu bikala bhae bhārī| pare carana tana dasā bisārī|| mātu tāta kaha~ dehi dekhāī| kaha~ siya rāmu lakhanu dou bhāī|| kaikai kata janamī jaga mājhā| jauṃ janami ta bhai kāhe na bā~jhā|| kula kalaṃku jehiṃ janameu mohī| apajasa bhājana priyajana drohī|| ko tibhuvana mohi sarisa abhāgī| gati asi tori mātu jehi lāgī|| pitu surapura bana raghubara ketū| maiṃ kevala saba anaratha hetu|| dhiga mohi bhayau~ benu bana āgī| dusaha dāha dukha dūṣana bhāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu bharata ke bacana mṛdu suni suni uṭhī sa~bhāri|| lie uṭhāi lagāi ura locana mocati bāri||164||

    Meaning

    Seeing Bharata, the mother rose and ran to him, but a swoon came over her and she fell senseless to the ground. At that sight Bharata was overwhelmed with distress, and forgetting the state of his own body he fell at her feet. 'Mother, show me where my father is; where are Sita and Rama and Lakshmana, my two brothers? Why was Kaikeyi born into this world at all, and if born, why was she not barren, she who gave birth to me, the blot upon the family, a vessel of infamy, a betrayer of her own dear ones? Who in the three worlds is as ill-fated as I, on whose account you, mother, have come to such a plight? My father has gone to the city of the gods and the best of the Raghus to the forest, and I alone am the cause of every calamity. Shame on me — I have become the fire in a bamboo grove, the heir of unbearable burning, of sorrow and of blame.' Hearing Bharata's tender words again and again, the mother gathered herself and rose; she lifted him up and pressed him to her breast, tears falling from her eyes.

  165. Verse 165

    caupāī sarala subhāya māya~ hiya~ lāe| ati hita manahu~ rāma phiri āe|| bheṃṭeu bahuri lakhana laghu bhāī| soku sanehu na hṛdaya~ samāī|| dekhi subhāu kahata sabu koī| rāma mātu asa kāhe na hoī|| mātā~ bharatu goda baiṭhāre| ā~su pauṃchi mṛdu bacana ucāre|| ajahu~ baccha bali dhīraja dharahū| kusamau samujhi soka pariharahū|| jani mānahu hiya~ hāni galānī| kāla karama gati aghaṭita jāni|| kāhuhi dosu dehu jani tātā| bhā mohi saba bidhi bāma bidhātā|| jo etehu~ dukha mohi jiāvā| ajahu~ ko jānai kā tehi bhāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā pitu āyasa bhūṣana basana tāta taje raghubīra| bisamau haraṣu na hṛdaya~ kachu pahire balakala cīra| 165||

    Meaning

    With her guileless nature the mother clasped him to her heart, with such love as though Rama himself had come back. Then she embraced Lakshmana's younger brother as well; grief and affection together could not be contained in her breast. Seeing her disposition everyone said, 'She is Rama's mother — how should she be otherwise?' The mother seated Bharata in her lap, wiped away his tears and spoke gentle words: 'Even now, dear child — I would give my life for you — hold fast to patience; recognize the evil hour and let your sorrow go. Do not take loss and self-reproach into your heart, knowing that the course of time and of karma is past all accounting. Blame no one, my son; it is the Creator who has turned against me in every way. He who keeps me alive even through such grief — who can tell even now what pleases him? At his father's command, dear child, Raghubira laid aside his ornaments and his robes, and with neither sorrow nor joy in his heart he put on garments of bark.'

  166. Verse 166

    caupāī mukha prasanna mana raṃga na roṣū| saba kara saba bidhi kari paritoṣū|| cale bipina suni siya sa~ga lāgī| rahai na rāma carana anurāgī|| sunatahiṃ lakhanu cale uṭhi sāthā| rahahiṃ na jatana kie raghunāthā|| taba raghupati sabahī siru nāī| cale saṃga siya aru laghu bhāī|| rāmu lakhanu siya banahi sidhāe| gaiu~ na saṃga na prāna paṭhāe|| yahu sabu bhā inha ā~khinha āgeṃ| tau na tajā tanu jīva abhāgeṃ|| mohi na lāja nija nehu nihārī| rāma sarisa suta maiṃ mahatārī|| jiai marai bhala bhūpati jānā| mora hṛdaya sata kulisa samānā|| dohā/soraṭhā kausalyā ke bacana suni bharata sahita ranivāsa| byākula bilapata rājagṛha mānahu~ soka nevāsu||166||

    Meaning

    Kaushalya went on: 'His face was serene, and in his mind there was neither attachment nor anger; he satisfied everyone in every way. When he set out for the forest and Sita heard of it, she went along with him, for in her love for Rama's feet she would not stay behind. The moment Lakshmana heard, he too rose and went with them, and for all Raghunatha's persuading he would not remain. Then Raghupati bowed his head to all and departed, with Sita and his younger brother beside him. Rama, Lakshmana and Sita made their way to the forest; I neither went with them nor sent my life after them. All this happened before these very eyes, and still my wretched spirit did not leave the body. I look upon this love of mine and feel no shame — I, the mother of a son like Rama. The king knew well what living and dying are worth; my own heart is as hard as a hundred thunderbolts.' Hearing Kaushalya's words, Bharata and the whole of the women's apartments lamented in helpless grief, and the royal house seemed the very dwelling place of sorrow.

  167. Verse 167

    caupāī bilapahiṃ bikala bharata dou bhāī| kausalyā~ lie hṛdaya~ lagāī|| bhā~ti aneka bharatu samujhāe| kahi bibekamaya bacana sunāe|| bharatahu~ mātu sakala samujhāīṃ| kahi purāna śruti kathā suhāīṃ|| chala bihīna suci sarala subānī| bole bharata jori juga pānī|| je agha mātu pitā suta māreṃ| gāi goṭha mahisura pura jāreṃ|| je agha tiya bālaka badha kīnheṃ| mīta mahīpati māhura dīnheṃ|| je pātaka upapātaka ahahīṃ| karama bacana mana bhava kabi kahahīṃ|| te pātaka mohi hohu~ bidhātā| jauṃ yahu hoi mora mata mātā|| dohā/soraṭhā je parihari hari hara carana bhajahiṃ bhūtagana ghora| tehi kai gati mohi deu bidhi jauṃ jananī mata mora||167||

    Meaning

    Bharata and Shatrughna, the two brothers, wailed in their distress, and Kaushalya drew them to her heart. She consoled Bharata in many ways, speaking words full of discernment, and Bharata in his turn comforted all the mothers, telling them beautiful stories from the Puranas and the Vedas. Then, joining both palms, Bharata spoke in a voice pure and simple and without a trace of guile: 'The sin that comes of killing mother, father or son, of burning cows in their pen, or brahmins, or a whole town; the sin of slaying a woman or a child, of giving poison to a friend or to a king; and all the sins, great and lesser, born of deed and word and thought, that the poets recount — may every one of them fall upon me, O Creator, if this was done with my consent, mother. Those who forsake the feet of Hari and Hara and worship instead the dreadful hordes of spirits — let the Creator give me their fate, mother, if this had my assent.'

  168. Verse 168

    caupāī becahiṃ bedu dharamu duhi lehīṃ| pisuna parāya pāpa kahi dehīṃ|| kapaṭī kuṭila kalahapriya krodhī| beda bidūṣaka bisva birodhī|| lobhī laṃpaṭa lolupacārā| je tākahiṃ paradhanu paradārā|| pāvauṃ maiṃ tinha ke gati ghorā| jauṃ jananī yahu saṃmata morā|| je nahiṃ sādhusaṃga anurāge| paramāratha patha bimukha abhāge|| je na bhajahiṃ hari naratanu pāī| jinhahi na hari hara sujasu sohāī|| taji śrutipaṃthu bāma patha calahīṃ| baṃcaka biraci beṣa jagu chalahīṃ|| tinha kai gati mohi saṃkara deū| jananī jauṃ yahu jānauṃ bheū|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu bharata ke bacana suni sā~ce sarala subhāya~| kahati rāma priya tāta tumha sadā bacana mana kāya~||168||

    Meaning

    'Those who sell the Veda and milk religion for their own gain; slanderers who go about publishing another's sin; the deceitful, the crooked, the quarrelsome, the wrathful; revilers of the Vedas and enemies of the whole world; the greedy, the lecherous, those of gluttonous conduct who covet another's wealth and another's wife — may I come to the same dreadful end as they, mother, if this had my consent. Those who feel no love for the company of the good, the luckless who turn their backs upon the path of the highest good; those who, having won a human body, do not worship Hari, and to whom the fair renown of Hari and Hara gives no delight; those who leave the road of the Vedas to walk a perverse one, cheats who put on a disguise and deceive the world — may Shankara give me their fate, mother, if I knew anything of this secret.' Hearing Bharata's words, true and spoken out of a guileless nature, the mother said, 'Dear son, in word and mind and body you are always dear to Rama.'

  169. Verse 169

    caupāī rāma prānahu teṃ prāna tumhāre| tumha raghupatihi prānahu teṃ pyāre|| bidhu biṣa cavai stravai himu āgī| hoi bāricara bāri birāgī|| bhae~ gyānu baru miṭai na mohū| tumha rāmahi pratikūla na hohū|| mata tumhāra yahu jo jaga kahahīṃ| so sapanehu~ sukha sugati na lahahīṃ|| asa kahi mātu bharatu hiya~ lāe| thana paya stravahiṃ nayana jala chāe|| karata bilāpa bahuta yahi bhā~tī| baiṭhehiṃ bīti gai saba rātī|| bāmadeu basiṣṭha taba āe| saciva mahājana sakala bolāe|| muni bahu bhā~ti bharata upadese| kahi paramāratha bacana sudese|| dohā/soraṭhā tāta hṛdaya~ dhīraju dharahu karahu jo avasara āju| uṭhe bharata gura bacana suni karana kaheu sabu sāju||169||

    Meaning

    The mother said: 'Rama is dearer to you than your own life-breath, and you are dearer to Raghupati than his own life. Sooner may the moon drip poison, sooner may snow give off fire, a water-creature grow averse to water, and delusion refuse to die though knowledge has dawned - but never will you set yourself against Rama. Those in the world who say this was done at your word shall not win happiness or a good end even in a dream.' Saying this, the mother clasped Bharata to her heart; milk flowed from her breasts and her eyes brimmed over. Lamenting long in this fashion, the whole night passed with them still sitting there. Then Vamadeva and Vasishtha came, and all the ministers and leading citizens were summoned. The sage instructed Bharata in many ways, speaking well-fitted words about the highest good: 'Son, hold firmness in your heart, and do what this hour asks of you today.' Hearing the guru's words Bharata rose, and ordered every preparation to be made.

  170. Verse 170

    caupāī nṛpatanu beda bidita anhavāvā| parama bicitra bimānu banāvā|| gahi pada bharata mātu saba rākhī| rahīṃ rāni darasana abhilāṣī|| caṃdana agara bhāra bahu āe| amita aneka sugaṃdha suhāe|| saraju tīra raci citā banāī| janu surapura sopāna suhāī|| ehi bidhi dāha kriyā saba kīnhī| bidhivata nhāi tilāṃjuli dīnhī|| sodhi sumṛti saba beda purānā| kīnha bharata dasagāta bidhānā|| jaha~ jasa munibara āyasu dīnhā| taha~ tasa sahasa bhā~ti sabu kīnhā|| bhae bisuddha die saba dānā| dhenu bāji gaja bāhana nānā|| dohā/soraṭhā siṃghāsana bhūṣana basana anna dharani dhana dhāma| die bharata lahi bhūmisura bhe paripūrana kāma||170||

    Meaning

    The king's body was bathed by the rite the Vedas lay down, and a bier of rare beauty was made ready. Clasping their feet, Bharata held back all the mothers, and the queens stayed behind, longing for a sight of Rama. Great loads of sandal and aloe wood were brought, with countless choice and pleasing perfumes. On the bank of the Sarayu the pyre was raised, lovely as a stairway to the city of the gods. In this manner the whole rite of cremation was carried through; bathing as the ordinance requires, he made the offering of water and sesame. Searching out the Smritis and all the Vedas and Puranas, Bharata performed the observances of the tenth day; wherever and however the great sage directed, all was done there in a thousand ways accordingly. Purified at the end of the rites, he gave gifts of every kind - cows, horses, elephants and carriages of many sorts. Thrones, ornaments, raiment, grain, land, wealth and houses Bharata gave away, and the brahmins, the gods of earth, received them and had every desire fulfilled.

  171. Verse 171

    caupāī pitu hita bharata kīnhi jasi karanī| so mukha lākha jāi nahiṃ baranī|| sudinu sodhi munibara taba āe| saciva mahājana sakala bolāe|| baiṭhe rājasabhā~ saba jāī| paṭhae boli bharata dou bhāī|| bharatu basiṣṭha nikaṭa baiṭhāre| nīti dharamamaya bacana ucāre|| prathama kathā saba munibara baranī| kaikai kuṭila kīnhi jasi karanī|| bhūpa dharamabratu satya sarāhā| jehiṃ tanu parihari premu nibāhā|| kahata rāma guna sīla subhāū| sajala nayana pulakeu munirāū|| bahuri lakhana siya prīti bakhānī| soka saneha magana muni gyānī|| dohā/soraṭhā sunahu bharata bhāvī prabala bilakhi kaheu muninātha| hāni lābhu jīvana maranu jasu apajasu bidhi hātha||171||

    Meaning

    What Bharata did for his father's good could not be told though a hundred thousand mouths tried. Then the great sage fixed upon an auspicious day and came, and all the ministers and leading men were summoned. They went and took their seats in the royal assembly, and Bharata and his brother were both sent for. Vasishtha seated Bharata close beside him and uttered words steeped in policy and dharma. First the great sage recounted the whole story - the kind of deed that the crooked Kaikeyi had done. He praised the king's vow of dharma and his truth - one who let his body go and yet carried his love through to the end. As he spoke of Rama's virtues, his gentleness and his nature, the lord of sages' eyes filled and a thrill ran over his body. Then he told over the love of Lakshmana and Sita, and the wise sage was drowned in grief and affection. 'Hear, Bharata: what is fated is strong,' the lord of sages said sorrowfully; 'loss and gain, life and death, honour and dishonour all lie in the Creator's hand.'

  172. Verse 172

    caupāī asa bicāri kehi deia dosū| byaratha kāhi para kījia rosū|| tāta bicāru kehi karahu mana māhīṃ| soca jogu dasarathu nṛpu nāhīṃ|| socia bipra jo beda bihīnā| taji nija dharamu biṣaya layalīnā|| socia nṛpati jo nīti na jānā| jehi na prajā priya prāna samānā|| socia bayasu kṛpana dhanavānū| jo na atithi siva bhagati sujānū|| socia sūdru bipra avamānī| mukhara mānapriya gyāna gumānī|| socia puni pati baṃcaka nārī| kuṭila kalahapriya icchācārī|| socia baṭu nija bratu pariharaī| jo nahiṃ gura āyasu anusaraī|| dohā/soraṭhā socia gṛhī jo moha basa karai karama patha tyāga| socia jati praṃpaca rata bigata bibeka birāga||172||

    Meaning

    Vasishtha went on: 'Reflecting so, whom is one to blame? Against whom should anger be spent to no purpose? What is it, son, that you turn over in your mind? King Dasharatha is not one to be grieved over. Grieve rather for the brahmin who is bare of the Vedas, who forsakes his own duty and lies sunk in the objects of sense. Grieve for the ruler who knows nothing of statecraft, and to whom his people are not dear as his own life. Grieve for the vaishya who is rich and yet a miser, and has no skill in hospitality to a guest or in devotion to Shiva. Grieve for the shudra who slights the brahmins - loud of tongue, greedy for honour, and vain of his learning. Grieve again for the wife who cheats her husband - crooked, quarrelsome, and set on her own will. Grieve for the young student who abandons his vow and will not follow his teacher's command. Grieve for the householder who, mastered by delusion, gives up the path of prescribed action; and grieve for the ascetic who takes pleasure in worldly show, empty of discernment and dispassion.'

  173. Verse 173

    caupāī baikhānasa soi socai jogu| tapu bihāi jehi bhāvai bhogū|| socia pisuna akārana krodhī| janani janaka gura baṃdhu birodhī|| saba bidhi socia para apakārī| nija tanu poṣaka niradaya bhārī|| socanīya sabahi bidhi soī| jo na chāṛi chalu hari jana hoī|| socanīya nahiṃ kosalarāū| bhuvana cāridasa pragaṭa prabhāū|| bhayau na ahai na aba honihārā| bhūpa bharata jasa pitā tumhārā|| bidhi hari haru surapati disināthā| baranahiṃ saba dasaratha guna gāthā|| dohā/soraṭhā kahahu tāta kehi bhā~ti kou karihi baṛāī tāsu| rāma lakhana tumha satruhana sarisa suana suci jāsu||173||

    Meaning

    'That forest hermit too deserves to be grieved for who leaves austerity behind because enjoyment pleases him. Grieve for the slanderer who is angry without cause and sets himself against mother, father, teacher and kinsman. In every way grieve for the man who works harm on others, who pampers his own body and is utterly without pity. And in every way he is to be pitied who will not let go of deceit and become a servant of Hari. The lord of Kosala is not to be grieved for: his glory stands manifest through all fourteen worlds. There has never been, nor is, nor is there yet to come a king such as your father, Bharata. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, the lord of the gods and the guardians of the quarters all recite the tale of Dasharatha's virtues. Tell me, son, in what way can anyone add to the greatness of one whose pure sons are Rama, Lakshmana, yourself and Shatrughna?'

  174. Verse 174

    caupāī saba prakāra bhūpati baṛabhāgī| bādi biṣādu karia tehi lāgī|| yahu suni samujhi socu pariharahū| sira dhari rāja rajāyasu karahū|| rā~ya rājapadu tumha kahu~ dīnhā| pitā bacanu phura cāhia kīnhā|| taje rāmu jehiṃ bacanahi lāgī| tanu parihareu rāma birahāgī|| nṛpahi bacana priya nahiṃ priya prānā| karahu tāta pitu bacana pravānā|| karahu sīsa dhari bhūpa rajāī| hai tumha kaha~ saba bhā~ti bhalāī|| parasurāma pitu agyā rākhī| mārī mātu loka saba sākhī|| tanaya jajātihi jaubanu dayaū| pitu agyā~ agha ajasu na bhayaū|| dohā/soraṭhā anucita ucita bicāru taji je pālahiṃ pitu baina| te bhājana sukha sujasa ke basahiṃ amarapati aina||174||

    Meaning

    'In every way the king was greatly blessed; it is idle to make lament on his account. Hear this, take it in, and let sorrow go; set the royal command upon your head and carry it out. The king gave the office of king to you, and a father's word ought to be made good. For the sake of that word he gave up Rama, and gave up his own body in the fire of parting from Rama. To the king his word was dear, not his life; son, hold your father's word as binding. Bear the king's order on your head and obey it - in every way it is for your good. Parashurama kept his father's command and slew his mother, and all the world is witness to it. A son gave his youth to Yayati, and by a father's command there came neither sin nor ill fame. Those who set aside all reckoning of the fitting and the unfitting and keep their father's word become vessels of happiness and fair renown, and dwell in the mansion of the lord of the immortals.'

  175. Verse 175

    caupāī avasi naresa bacana phura karahū| pālahu prajā soku pariharahū|| surapura nṛpa pāihi paritoṣū| tumha kahu~ sukṛta sujasu nahiṃ doṣū|| beda bidita saṃmata sabahī kā| jehi pitu dei so pāvai ṭīkā|| karahu rāju pariharahu galānī| mānahu mora bacana hita jānī|| suni sukhu lahaba rāma baidehīṃ| anucita kahaba na paṃḍita kehīṃ|| kausalyādi sakala mahatārīṃ| teu prajā sukha hohiṃ sukhārīṃ|| parama tumhāra rāma kara jānihi| so saba bidhi tumha sana bhala mānihi|| sauṃpehu rāju rāma kai āe~| sevā karehu saneha suhāe~|| dohā/soraṭhā kījia gura āyasu avasi kahahiṃ saciva kara jori| raghupati āe~ ucita jasa tasa taba karaba bahori||175||

    Meaning

    The guru said: 'Make the king's word come true without fail; protect the people and put your grief away. The king in the city of the gods will be content, and for you there will be merit and good repute, no blame at all. The Vedas declare it and all men agree upon it: he to whom the father gives it is the one who receives the mark of sovereignty. Take up the rule and let this self-reproach go; accept my word, knowing it is spoken for your good. Rama and Vaidehi will be glad to hear of it, and no learned man will call it unfitting. Kaushalya and all the other mothers too will be happy in the people's happiness. Whoever counts himself wholly yours and Rama's own will in every way approve of what you do. And when Rama returns, hand the kingdom over to him and serve him with sweet affection.' The ministers, with folded hands, said: 'Do the guru's bidding without fail; when Raghupati comes back, do then whatever is proper.'

  176. Verse 176

    caupāī kausalyā dhari dhīraju kahaī| pūta pathya gura āyasu ahaī|| so ādaria karia hita mānī| tajia biṣādu kāla gati jānī|| bana raghupati surapati naranāhū| tumha ehi bhā~ti tāta kadarāhū|| parijana prajā saciva saba aṃbā| tumhahī suta saba kaha~ avalaṃbā|| lakhi bidhi bāma kālu kaṭhināī| dhīraju dharahu mātu bali jāī|| sira dhari gura āyasu anusarahū| prajā pāli parijana dukhu harahū|| gura ke bacana saciva abhinaṃdanu| sune bharata hiya hita janu caṃdanu|| sunī bahori mātu mṛdu bānī| sīla saneha sarala rasa sānī||

    Meaning

    Kaushalya gathered her courage and said, 'Son, the guru's command is wholesome as a healing regimen. Honour it and carry it out, taking it for your benefit; give up your despair, knowing how time moves. Raghupati is in the forest and the king has gone to the lord of the gods, and you, my child, are losing heart in this fashion. The household, the people, the ministers and all the mothers — son, you alone are the support of them all. Seeing fate turned against us and the times so hard, hold firm; your mother would give her life for you. Set the guru's order on your head and follow it; protect the people and lift the sorrow of your kin.' The guru's words and the ministers' assent Bharata heard, and to his heart they were as sandal; then he heard his mother's tender speech, steeped in the essence of goodness, love and simplicity.

  177. Verse 177

    caupāī mohi upadesu dīnha gura nīkā| prajā saciva saṃmata sabahī kā|| mātu ucita dhari āyasu dīnhā| avasi sīsa dhari cāhau~ kīnhā|| gura pitu mātu svāmi hita bānī| suni mana mudita karia bhali jānī|| ucita ki anucita kie~ bicārū| dharamu jāi sira pātaka bhārū|| tumha tau dehu sarala sikha soī| jo ācarata mora bhala hoī|| jadyapi yaha samujhata hau~ nīkeṃ| tadapi hota paritoṣu na jī keṃ|| aba tumha binaya mori suni lehū| mohi anuharata sikhāvanu dehū|| ūtaru deu~ chamaba aparādhū| dukhita doṣa guna ganahiṃ na sādhū|| dohā/soraṭhā pitu surapura siya rāmu bana karana kahahu mohi rāju| ehi teṃ jānahu mora hita kai āpana baṛa kāju||177||

    Meaning

    Bharata answered: 'The guru has given me excellent counsel, and the people, the ministers and everyone agree with it. My mother too has laid her command on me, holding it right, and surely I would set it on my head and do it. When guru, father, mother or master speak a word for one's good, it should be heard with a glad mind and acted upon as good. To weigh whether such a word is proper or improper is to lose one's dharma and take a load of sin upon one's head. You give me that plain instruction by the practice of which my welfare would come about. Though I understand this well enough, still my heart finds no contentment. Now hear my plea, and give me the teaching that suits what I am. I am answering back — forgive the offence; holy men do not reckon up the faults and merits of the grief-stricken. My father has gone to heaven, Sita and Rama are in the forest, and you tell me to rule. Do you take this to be my good, or your own great business?'

  178. Verse 178

    caupāī hita hamāra siyapati sevakāī| so hari līnha mātu kuṭilāī|| maiṃ anumāni dīkha mana māhīṃ| āna upāya~ mora hita nāhīṃ|| soka samāju rāju kehi lekheṃ| lakhana rāma siya binu pada dekheṃ|| bādi basana binu bhūṣana bhārū| bādi birati binu brahma bicārū|| saruja sarīra bādi bahu bhogā| binu haribhagati jāya~ japa jogā|| jāya~ jīva binu deha suhāī| bādi mora sabu binu raghurāī|| jāu~ rāma pahiṃ āyasu dehū| ekahiṃ ā~ka mora hita ehū|| mohi nṛpa kari bhala āpana cahahū| sou saneha jaṛatā basa kahahū|| dohā/soraṭhā kaikeī sua kuṭilamati rāma bimukha gatalāja| tumha cāhata sukhu mohabasa mohi se adhama keṃ rāja||178||

    Meaning

    Bharata went on: 'My good lies in the service of Sita's Lord, and my mother's crookedness has taken that away from me. I have weighed it in my mind and seen that by no other means is there any good for me. What is a kingdom but a gathering of sorrow, if I may not look upon the feet of Lakshmana, Rama and Sita? A weight of ornaments is vain without clothing, and the contemplation of Brahman vain without dispassion; for a diseased body many enjoyments are vain, and without devotion to Hari, muttered prayer and yoga run to waste; a lovely body is worth nothing without the soul in it, and everything of mine is worth nothing without the Lord of the Raghus. Give me leave that I may go to Rama — by one plain reckoning, this alone is my good. In making me king you seek your own good, but that too you say under the sway of affection's dullness. Kaikeyi's son, crooked of mind, turned away from Rama and lost to shame — deluded, you look for happiness from the rule of a wretch like me.'

  179. Verse 179

    caupāī kahau~ sā~cu saba suni patiāhū| cāhia dharamasīla naranāhū|| mohi rāju haṭhi deihahu jabahīṃ| rasā rasātala jāihi tabahīṃ|| mohi samāna ko pāpa nivāsū| jehi lagi sīya rāma banabāsū|| rāya~ rāma kahu~ kānanu dīnhā| bichurata gamanu amarapura kīnhā|| maiṃ saṭhu saba anaratha kara hetū| baiṭha bāta saba sunau~ sacetū|| binu raghubīra biloki abāsū| rahe prāna sahi jaga upahāsū|| rāma punīta biṣaya rasa rūkhe| lolupa bhūmi bhoga ke bhūkhe|| kaha~ lagi kahauṃ hṛdaya kaṭhināī| nidari kulisu jehiṃ lahī baṛāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kārana teṃ kāraju kaṭhina hoi dosu nahi mora| kulisa asthi teṃ upala teṃ loha karāla kaṭhora||179||

    Meaning

    'I speak the truth — hear me, all of you, and believe it: a king ought to be a man of righteous character. The very moment you press the kingdom upon me, that moment the earth will sink to the nether world. Who else is so much a house of sin as I am, on whose account Sita and Rama are living in the forest? The king gave Rama the woods, and, parted from him, himself departed to the city of the immortals. I, the fool, am the cause of all this ruin, and here I sit in my full senses, listening to all this talk. Seeing the house empty of Raghubira, my breath still stays in me, bearing the mockery of the world. Rama is pure and dry to the relish of the senses, while I am greedy, hungry for land and for pleasure. How far shall I tell of the hardness of my heart, which has won its greatness by putting the thunderbolt to shame? An effect comes out harsher than the cause it springs from, and the fault is not mine: the thunderbolt is more dreadful than the bone it was made from, and iron harder than the stone.'

  180. Verse 180

    caupāī kaikeī bhava tanu anurāge| pā~vara prāna aghāi abhāge|| jauṃ priya biraha~ prāna priya lāge| dekhaba sunaba bahuta aba āge|| lakhana rāma siya kahu~ banu dīnhā| paṭhai amarapura pati hita kīnhā|| līnha bidhavapana apajasu āpū| dīnheu prajahi soku saṃtāpū|| mohi dīnha sukhu sujasu surājū| kīnha kaikeīṃ saba kara kājū|| ehi teṃ mora kāha aba nīkā| tehi para dena kahahu tumha ṭīkā|| kaikaī jaṭhara janami jaga māhīṃ| yaha mohi kaha~ kachu anucita nāhīṃ|| mori bāta saba bidhihiṃ banāī| prajā pā~ca kata karahu sahāī|| dohā/soraṭhā graha grahīta puni bāta basa tehi puni bīchī māra| tehi piāia bārunī kahahu kāha upacāra||180||

    Meaning

    'This body sprung from Kaikeyi is still in love with life; base and utterly luckless are these breaths of mine. If, parted from one so dear, life still seems dear to me, then there is much more yet for me to see and to hear. She gave the forest to Lakshmana, Rama and Sita, and did her husband a kindness by sending him to the city of the immortals; widowhood and infamy she took upon herself, and to the people she gave grief and anguish; to me she gave comfort, good fame and a fine kingdom — so Kaikeyi has settled the business of every one of us. What better could come to me than this? And on top of it you speak of setting the mark of sovereignty on my brow. Having been born into the world from Kaikeyi's womb, none of this is anything unfitting for me. My whole case has already been arranged by the Creator; why then should the people and the elders lend a hand? A man is caught in a planet's grip, then thrown by a disorder of wind, then stung by a scorpion — and now he is to be given liquor to drink. Say for yourselves, what manner of treatment is this?'

  181. Verse 181

    caupāī kaikai suana jogu jaga joī| catura biraṃci dīnha mohi soī|| dasaratha tanaya rāma laghu bhāī| dīnhi mohi bidhi bādi baṛāī|| tumha saba kahahu kaṛhāvana ṭīkā| rāya rajāyasu saba kaha~ nīkā|| utaru deu~ kehi bidhi kehi kehī| kahahu sukhena jathā ruci jehī|| mohi kumātu sameta bihāī| kahahu kahihi ke kīnha bhalāī|| mo binu ko sacarācara māhīṃ| jehi siya rāmu prānapriya nāhīṃ|| parama hāni saba kaha~ baṛa lāhū| adinu mora nahi dūṣana kāhū|| saṃsaya sīla prema basa ahahū| sabui ucita saba jo kachu kahahū|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma mātu suṭhi saralacita mo para premu biseṣi| kahai subhāya saneha basa mori dīnatā dekhi||181|

    Meaning

    Bharata said: 'Whatever in the world was fit for the son of Kaikeyi, that is exactly what the clever Creator has handed me. Son of Dasharatha, younger brother of Rama - the greatness the Creator laid on me is worthless. You all tell me to have the mark of anointing drawn, saying the king's command is good for everybody. In what manner, and to which of you, am I to give an answer? Let each of you say freely whatever pleases him. Leave me out, and my wicked mother along with me, and then tell me: who will call this a kindness done? Apart from me, who is there in all creation, moving or unmoving, to whom Sita and Rama are not dear as life? What is utter ruin for everyone is being reckoned a great gain for me; these are my evil days, and the fault is nobody's. You are all held by misgiving, by courtesy and by love, so everything you say is fitting. Rama's mother is very simple of heart and bears me a particular love; seeing how wretched I am, she speaks as her own nature and her tenderness prompt her.'

  182. Verse 182

    caupāī gura bibeka sāgara jagu jānā| jinhahi bisva kara badara samānā|| mo kaha~ tilaka sāja saja soū| bhae~ bidhi bimukha bimukha sabu koū|| parihari rāmu sīya jaga māhīṃ| kou na kahihi mora mata nāhīṃ|| so maiṃ sunaba sahaba sukhu mānī| aṃtahu~ kīca tahā~ jaha~ pānī|| ḍaru na mohi jaga kahihi ki pocū| paralokahu kara nāhina socū|| ekai ura basa dusaha davārī| mohi lagi bhe siya rāmu dukhārī|| jīvana lāhu lakhana bhala pāvā| sabu taji rāma carana manu lāvā|| mora janama raghubara bana lāgī| jhūṭha kāha pachitāu~ abhāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā āpani dāruna dīnatā kahau~ sabahi siru nāi| dekheṃ binu raghunātha pada jiya kai jarani na jāi||182||

    Meaning

    'The Guru is an ocean of discernment, as the world knows - one for whom the whole universe is like a berry lying on the palm. Even he makes ready the trappings of the tilak for me: when fate turns hostile, everyone turns hostile. Save Rama and Sita, no one in the world will say, "This has not my consent." All that I shall hear and bear and count as happiness: where there is water, mud comes at the last. I have no fear that the world will call me base, nor any care for the world to come. One unbearable forest-fire burns in my heart alone: that on my account Sita and Rama have come to sorrow. Lakshmana has won the true gain of life, who left everything and fixed his mind on Rama's feet; my own birth was only for the sake of Raghubara's going to the forest, and why should a wretch like me repent with a lying tongue? Bowing my head to you all, I speak out my own harsh wretchedness: without the sight of Raghunatha's feet the burning in my heart will not leave me.'

  183. Verse 183

    caupāī āna upāu mohi nahi sūjhā| ko jiya kai raghubara binu būjhā|| ekahiṃ ā~ka ihai mana māhīṃ| prātakāla calihau~ prabhu pāhīṃ|| jadyapi maiṃ anabhala aparādhī| bhai mohi kārana sakala upādhī|| tadapi sarana sanamukha mohi dekhī| chami saba karihahiṃ kṛpā biseṣī|| sīla sakuca suṭhi sarala subhāū| kṛpā saneha sadana raghurāū|| arihuka anabhala kīnha na rāmā| maiṃ sisu sevaka jadyapi bāmā|| tumha pai pā~ca mora bhala mānī| āyasu āsiṣa dehu subānī|| jehiṃ suni binaya mohi janu jānī| āvahiṃ bahuri rāmu rajadhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā jadyapi janamu kumātu teṃ maiṃ saṭhu sadā sadosa| āpana jāni na tyāgihahiṃ mohi raghubīra bharosa||183||

    Meaning

    'No other way occurs to me. Who but Raghubara can read what is in my heart? One thing alone is settled in my mind: at daybreak I shall set out to the Lord. Though I am an ill-doer and an offender, and all this trouble has arisen on my account, still, seeing me come before him for refuge, he will forgive it all and show me a special grace. Raghurau is gentle and modest, of an exceedingly simple nature, a dwelling of compassion and affection; Rama has never done harm even to an enemy, and I, crooked though I am, am his child and his servant. You elders, judging it for my good, give me leave and blessing in kind words, so that hearing them and my entreaty, and knowing me for his own servant, Rama may return to the capital. Though my birth is from a wicked mother, and I am a fool and always at fault, my trust is in Raghubira: he will know me for his own and will not cast me off.'

  184. Verse 184

    caupāī bharata bacana saba kaha~ priya lāge| rāma saneha sudhā~ janu pāge|| loga biyoga biṣama biṣa dāge| maṃtra sabīja sunata janu jāge|| mātu saciva gura pura nara nārī| sakala saneha~ bikala bhae bhārī|| bharatahi kahahi sarāhi sarāhī| rāma prema mūrati tanu āhī|| tāta bharata asa kāhe na kahahū| prāna samāna rāma priya ahahū|| jo pāva~ru apanī jaṛatāī| tumhahi sugāi mātu kuṭilāī|| so saṭhu koṭika puruṣa sametā| basihi kalapa sata naraka niketā|| ahi agha avaguna nahi mani gahaī| harai garala dukha dārida dahaī|| dohā/soraṭhā avasi calia bana rāmu jaha~ bharata maṃtru bhala kīnha| soka siṃdhu būṛata sabahi tumha avalaṃbanu dīnha||184||

    Meaning

    Bharata's words were dear to everyone, steeped as they were in the nectar of love for Rama. The people, scorched by the harsh poison of separation, seemed to wake as at a mantra uttered with its seed-syllable. The mothers, the ministers, the Guru, the men and women of the city were all greatly overcome with affection, and praising Bharata again and again they said: 'Your very body is love for Rama made visible. Dear Bharata, why should you not speak so? You are as dear to Rama as his own life. Whatever wretch in his own dullness suspects you of your mother's crookedness, that fool, with ten million of his forefathers, shall dwell a hundred kalpas in the house of hell. The gem does not take on the serpent's sin and faults; it draws off poison and burns away sorrow and want. By all means let us go to the forest where Rama is - you have counselled well, Bharata. To all of us drowning in the sea of grief you have given a support.'

  185. Verse 185

    caupāī bhā saba keṃ mana modu na thorā| janu ghana dhuni suni cātaka morā|| calata prāta lakhi niranau nīke| bharatu prānapriya bhe sabahī ke|| munihi baṃdi bharatahi siru nāī| cale sakala ghara bidā karāī|| dhanya bharata jīvanu jaga māhīṃ| sīlu sanehu sarāhata jāhīṃ|| kahahi parasapara bhā baṛa kājū| sakala calai kara sājahiṃ sājū|| jehi rākhahiṃ rahu ghara rakhavārī| so jānai janu garadani mārī|| kou kaha rahana kahia nahiṃ kāhū| ko na cahai jaga jīvana lāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā jarau so saṃpati sadana sukhu suhada mātu pitu bhāi| sanamukha hota jo rāma pada karai na sahasa sahāi||185||

    Meaning

    There was no small gladness in every mind, as though the chataka bird and the peacock had heard the thunder of the clouds. Seeing the good decision to set out at dawn, Bharata became dear as life to them all. Saluting the sage and bowing their heads to Bharata, they all took their leave and went home, praising his gentleness and his love as they went: blessed, they said, is Bharata's life in this world. They told one another that a great thing had been settled, and every one of them began getting his gear ready for the journey. Anyone told to stay behind and guard the house felt as though his neck had been struck. Someone said, 'Let nobody be told to stay - who in this world does not want the true gain of life?' Burn up that wealth and house and comfort, that friend and mother and father and brother, which gives no ready help towards coming face to face with Rama's feet.

  186. Verse 186

    caupāī ghara ghara sājahiṃ bāhana nānā| haraṣu hṛdaya~ parabhāta payānā|| bharata jāi ghara kīnha bicārū| nagaru bāji gaja bhavana bha~ḍārū|| saṃpati saba raghupati kai āhī| jau binu jatana calauṃ taji tāhī|| tau parināma na mori bhalāī| pāpa siromani sāi~ dohāī|| karai svāmi hita sevaku soī| dūṣana koṭi dei kina koī|| asa bicāri suci sevaka bole| je sapanehu~ nija dharama na ḍole|| kahi sabu maramu dharamu bhala bhāṣā| jo jehi lāyaka so tehiṃ rākhā|| kari sabu jatanu rākhi rakhavāre| rāma mātu pahiṃ bharatu sidhāre|| dohā/soraṭhā ārata jananī jāni saba bharata saneha sujāna| kaheu banāvana pālakīṃ sajana sukhāsana jāna||186||

    Meaning

    In house after house they made ready vehicles of every kind, glad at heart that the departure would be at dawn. Bharata went home and considered: the city, the horses and elephants, the palace and the treasury - all this wealth is Raghupati's; if I set out and leave it with nothing provided for, in the end no good will come of it for me, since treachery to one's master is the crown of all sins. He alone is a servant who works his master's good, though anyone lay ten million blames upon him. Thinking so, he called up those trusty servants who never wavered from their duty even in a dream, told them the whole matter, set out their duty plainly, and appointed each to the charge he was fit for. Having made every arrangement and posted the guards, Bharata went to Rama's mother; and knowing all the mothers to be stricken with grief, Bharata, so wise in affection, ordered palanquins to be made ready and litters and carriages to be equipped.

  187. Verse 187

    caupāī cakka cakki jimi pura nara nārī| cahata prāta ura ārata bhārī|| jāgata saba nisi bhayau bihānā| bharata bolāe saciva sujānā|| kaheu lehu sabu tilaka samājū| banahiṃ deba muni rāmahiṃ rājū|| begi calahu suni saciva johāre| turata turaga ratha nāga sa~vāre|| aruṃdhatī aru agini samāū| ratha caṛhi cale prathama munirāū|| bipra bṛṃda caṛhi bāhana nānā| cale sakala tapa teja nidhānā|| nagara loga saba saji saji jānā| citrakūṭa kaha~ kīnha payānā|| sibikā subhaga na jāhiṃ bakhānī| caṛhi caṛhi calata bhaī saba rānī|| dohā/soraṭhā sauṃpi nagara suci sevakani sādara sakala calāi| sumiri rāma siya carana taba cale bharata dou bhāi||187||

    Meaning

    Like the chakwa and his mate parted through the night, the men and women of the city longed for daybreak, their hearts heavy with distress. They kept awake the whole night, and when morning broke Bharata summoned his wise ministers and said, 'Take up the entire apparatus of the coronation; the sage will bestow the kingdom on Rama in the forest itself. Set out quickly.' Hearing this the ministers made their obeisance and at once got horses, chariots and elephants ready. Taking Arundhati with him, and the sacred fire with all that belongs to its service, the chief of sages mounted a chariot and led the way. Hosts of brahmins, every one of them a treasury of austerity and splendour, mounted conveyances of many kinds and followed. All the townsfolk decked out their carriages and set off for Chitrakuta, and the queens, mounting palanquins so lovely that they cannot be described, travelled on. Entrusting the city to trustworthy servants and respectfully sending everyone forward, the two brothers then remembered the feet of Rama and Sita and set out.

  188. Verse 188

    caupāī rāma darasa basa saba nara nārī| janu kari karini cale taki bārī|| bana siya rāmu samujhi mana māhīṃ| sānuja bharata payādehiṃ jāhīṃ|| dekhi sanehu loga anurāge| utari cale haya gaya ratha tyāge|| jāi samīpa rākhi nija ḍolī| rāma mātu mṛdu bānī bolī|| tāta caṛhahu ratha bali mahatārī| hoihi priya parivāru dukhārī|| tumhareṃ calata calihi sabu logū| sakala soka kṛsa nahiṃ maga jogū|| sira dhari bacana carana siru nāī| ratha caṛhi calata bhae dou bhāī|| tamasā prathama divasa kari bāsū| dūsara gomati tīra nivāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā paya ahāra phala asana eka nisi bhojana eka loga| karata rāma hita nema brata parihari bhūṣana bhoga||188||

    Meaning

    Every man and woman was drawn on by the longing for a sight of Rama, moving as elephants and their mates move when they make for water. Turning over in his mind the thought of Sita and Rama in the forest, Bharata walked on foot with his younger brother. Seeing such love the people were filled with affection, and getting down they walked too, leaving horses, elephants and chariots behind. Rama's mother had her palanquin halted beside him and spoke in gentle words: 'Dear child, mount the chariot — your mother would give her life for you; otherwise the whole dear household will be in misery. If you walk, all these people will walk as well, and they are wasted with grief and unfit for the road.' Taking her words upon his head and bowing at her feet, the two brothers mounted the chariot and went on. The first day they halted at the Tamasa, and the second they stayed on the bank of the Gomati. Some lived on milk, some on fruit, some ate only once at night; laying aside ornaments and comforts, the people kept rule and vow for Rama's sake.

  189. Verse 189

    caupāī saī tīra basi cale bihāne| sṛṃgaberapura saba niarāne|| samācāra saba sune niṣādā| hṛdaya~ bicāra karai sabiṣādā|| kārana kavana bharatu bana jāhīṃ| hai kachu kapaṭa bhāu mana māhīṃ|| jauṃ pai jiya~ na hoti kuṭilāī| tau kata līnha saṃga kaṭakāī|| jānahiṃ sānuja rāmahi mārī| karau~ akaṃṭaka rāju sukhārī|| bharata na rājanīti ura ānī| taba kalaṃku aba jīvana hānī|| sakala surāsura jurahiṃ jujhārā| rāmahi samara na jītanihārā|| kā ācaraju bharatu asa karahīṃ| nahiṃ biṣa beli amia phala pharahīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā asa bicāri guha~ gyāti sana kaheu sajaga saba hohu| hathavā~sahu borahu tarani kījia ghāṭārohu||189||

    Meaning

    Having stayed on the bank of the Sai, they set out at daybreak and all drew near Shringaverapura. The Nishada heard the whole report and turned it over in his heart with dismay: 'For what reason is Bharata going to the forest? There is some deceit in his mind. If there were no crookedness in his heart, why would he have brought an army along? He surely means to kill Rama and his younger brother and then rule at ease with no thorn left. Bharata has not taken sound policy to heart; then it was disgrace, and now it will be the loss of his life, for though all the fighting gods and demons banded together there is none who could beat Rama in battle. And what is there to wonder at in Bharata acting so? A poison creeper does not bear fruit of nectar.' Thinking thus, Guha said to his kinsmen, 'Be alert, all of you. Lay hands on the boats and sink them, and hold the landing place.'

  190. Verse 190

    caupāī hohu sa~joila rokahu ghāṭā| ṭhāṭahu sakala marai ke ṭhāṭā|| sanamukha loha bharata sana leū~| jiata na surasari utarana deū~|| samara maranu puni surasari tīrā| rāma kāju chanabhaṃgu sarīrā|| bharata bhāi nṛpu mai jana nīcū| baṛeṃ bhāga asi pāia mīcū|| svāmi kāja karihau~ rana rārī| jasa dhavalihau~ bhuvana dasa cārī|| tajau~ prāna raghunātha nihoreṃ| duhū~ hātha muda modaka moreṃ|| sādhu samāja na jākara lekhā| rāma bhagata mahu~ jāsu na rekhā|| jāya~ jiata jaga so mahi bhārū| jananī jaubana biṭapa kuṭhārū|| dohā/soraṭhā bigata biṣāda niṣādapati sabahi baṛhāi uchāhu| sumiri rāma māgeu turata tarakasa dhanuṣa sanāhu||190||

    Meaning

    'Stand equipped and block the ghat; make every preparation for death. I will take steel with Bharata face to face, and while I live I will not let him cross the Ganga. Death in battle, and that on the bank of the Ganga; the errand is Rama's, and this body breaks in a moment. Bharata is Rama's brother and a king, and I a lowly servant — such a death is won only by great good fortune. In my master's cause I shall make war in the field and whiten the fourteen worlds with my fame; I lay down my life to oblige Raghunatha, so I have sweets of joy in both hands. He who is not counted in the company of the good, who has no mark among Rama's devotees, lives in the world to no purpose, a weight the earth carries for nothing, an axe laid to the tree of his mother's youth.' His dejection gone, the lord of the Nishadas raised the zeal of them all, and remembering Rama he called at once for his quiver, his bow and his armour.

  191. Verse 191

    caupāī begahu bhāihu sajahu sa~joū| suni rajāi kadarāi na koū|| bhalehiṃ nātha saba kahahiṃ saharaṣā| ekahiṃ eka baṛhāvai karaṣā|| cale niṣāda johāri johārī| sūra sakala rana rūcai rārī|| sumiri rāma pada paṃkaja panahīṃ| bhāthīṃ bā~dhi caṛhāinhi dhanahīṃ|| a~garī pahiri kū~ṛi sira dharahīṃ| pharasā bā~sa sela sama karahīṃ|| eka kusala ati oṛana khā~ṛe| kūdahi gagana manahu~ chiti chā~ṛe|| nija nija sāju samāju banāī| guha rāutahi johāre jāī|| dekhi subhaṭa saba lāyaka jāne| lai lai nāma sakala sanamāne|| dohā/soraṭhā bhāihu lāvahu dhokha jani āju kāja baṛa mohi| suni saroṣa bole subhaṭa bīra adhīra na hohi||191||

    Meaning

    'Make haste, brothers, get your gear together; hearing the order let no one flinch.' 'Very well, my lord,' they all said with delight, each fanning the other's ardour. The Nishadas went off saluting one after another, all of them brave men to whom the strife of battle is dear. Remembering the sandals of Rama's lotus feet, they bound on their quivers and strung their bows. They put on coats of mail and set helmets on their heads and made ready axes, bamboo lances and spears; some, highly skilled at warding off the sword, sprang so high that they seemed to have quitted the earth. Each having got up his own equipment and following, they came and saluted the chieftain Guha. Seeing such fine warriors he knew them all to be worthy, and honoured every one of them, calling each by name. 'Brothers, do not fail me today, for the task before me is great.' Hearing him, the good warriors answered with heat, 'Hero, do not be uneasy.'

  192. Verse 192

    caupāī rāma pratāpa nātha bala tore| karahiṃ kaṭaku binu bhaṭa binu ghore|| jīvata pāu na pācheṃ dharahīṃ| ruṃḍa muṃḍamaya medini karahīṃ|| dīkha niṣādanātha bhala ṭolū| kaheu bajāu jujhāū ḍholū|| etanā kahata chīṃka bhai bā~e| kaheu sagunianha kheta suhāe|| būṛhu eku kaha saguna bicārī| bharatahi milia na hoihi rārī|| rāmahi bharatu manāvana jāhīṃ| saguna kahai asa bigrahu nāhīṃ|| suni guha kahai nīka kaha būṛhā| sahasā kari pachitāhiṃ bimūṛhā|| bharata subhāu sīlu binu būjheṃ| baṛi hita hāni jāni binu jūjheṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā gahahu ghāṭa bhaṭa samiṭi saba leu~ marama mili jāi| būjhi mitra ari madhya gati tasa taba karihau~ āi||192||

    Meaning

    'By Rama's glory, lord, and by your strength, we shall leave that army without a warrior and without a horse. While we live we shall not set a foot backward; we shall cover the earth with trunks and severed heads.' The Nishada lord looked at that fine band and said, 'Beat the war drum.' Even as he spoke a sneeze was heard on the left, and the readers of omens said the field would be favourable. But one old man, weighing the sign, said, 'You should go and meet Bharata; there will be no fight. Bharata is going to entreat Rama; that is what the omen says, and there will be no quarrel.' Hearing this Guha said, 'The old man speaks well. Fools act in haste and then repent. Without understanding Bharata's nature and temper, to fight in ignorance would be a great loss of good. Gather together, warriors, and hold the ghat, while I go and meet him and learn what lies in his heart. When I have made out whether his bearing is friendly, hostile or neutral, I shall come back and act accordingly.'

  193. Verse 193

    caupāī lakhana sanehu subhāya~ suhāe~| bairu prīti nahiṃ durai~ durāe~|| asa kahi bheṃṭa sa~jovana lāge| kaṃda mūla phala khaga mṛga māge|| mīna pīna pāṭhīna purāne| bhari bhari bhāra kahāranha āne|| milana sāju saji milana sidhāe| maṃgala mūla saguna subha pāe|| dekhi dūri teṃ kahi nija nāmū| kīnha munīsahi daṃḍa pranāmū|| jāni rāmapriya dīnhi asīsā| bharatahi kaheu bujhāi munīsā|| rāma sakhā suni saṃdanu tyāgā| cale utari umagata anurāgā|| gāu~ jāti guha~ nāu~ sunāī| kīnha johāru mātha mahi lāī|| dohā/soraṭhā karata daṃḍavata dekhi tehi bharata līnha ura lāi| manahu~ lakhana sana bheṃṭa bhai prema na hṛdaya~ samāi||193||

    Meaning

    'Lakshmana's affection was beautiful by its very nature,' said Guha, 'and neither enmity nor love stays hidden, however hard it is hidden.' Saying this he began to gather gifts together, calling for tubers, roots and fruit, for birds and game; plump fish and great old pathina were brought in, load after load, by porters. Having made ready all the materials for the meeting he set out to meet the party, and auspicious omens, the root of good fortune, met him on the way. Sighting them from a distance he announced his own name and made prostrate obeisance to the lord of sages. Knowing him to be dear to Rama, the sage blessed him and explained to Bharata who he was. At the words 'Rama's friend' Bharata left his chariot, and came down to walk, his love brimming over. Guha told his village, his caste and his name, and made his salutation, laying his head upon the ground. Seeing him stretched out in obeisance, Bharata raised him and pressed him to his breast, as though it were Lakshmana he was meeting; the love would not be contained in his heart.

  194. Verse 194

    caupāī bheṃṭata bharatu tāhi ati prītī| loga sihāhiṃ prema kai rītī|| dhanya dhanya dhuni maṃgala mūlā| sura sarāhi tehi barisahiṃ phūlā|| loka beda saba bhā~tihiṃ nīcā| jāsu chā~ha chui leia sīṃcā|| tehi bhari aṃka rāma laghu bhrātā| milata pulaka paripūrita gātā|| rāma rāma kahi je jamuhāhīṃ| tinhahi na pāpa puṃja samuhāhīṃ|| yaha tau rāma lāi ura līnhā| kula sameta jagu pāvana kīnhā|| karamanāsa jalu surasari paraī| tehi ko kahahu sīsa nahiṃ dharaī|| ulaṭā nāmu japata jagu jānā| bālamīki bhae brahma samānā|| dohā/soraṭhā svapaca sabara khasa jamana jaṛa pāva~ra kola kirāta| rāmu kahata pāvana parama hota bhuvana bikhyāta||194||

    Meaning

    Bharata embraced him with such deep love that the onlookers envied so fine a fashion of loving. Cries of 'blessed, blessed' arose, the very root of auspiciousness, and the gods praised him and rained down flowers. A man low by every reckoning of the world and of the Veda, whose shadow if touched obliged one to be sprinkled clean, was taken into the arms of Rama's younger brother, whose whole frame thrilled as they met. Those who say 'Rama, Rama' even in a yawn are never confronted by their heaped-up sins; and this man Rama himself had clasped to his heart, making him, and his whole line with him, a purifier of the world. When the water of the Karmanasa falls into the heavenly river, tell me, who does not then lift it to his head? The world knows that Valmiki, repeating the Name reversed, became the equal of Brahma. Outcaste, Shabara, Khasa and Yavana, the dull and the base, Kola and Kirata — merely by uttering 'Rama' they become supremely pure and renowned throughout the worlds.

  195. Verse 195

    caupāī nahiṃ aciraju juga juga cali āī| kehi na dīnhi raghubīra baṛāī|| rāma nāma mahimā sura kahahīṃ| suni suni avadhaloga sukhu lahahīṃ|| rāmasakhahi mili bharata sapremā| pū~chī kusala sumaṃgala khemā|| dekhi bharata kara sīla sanehū| bhā niṣāda tehi samaya bidehū|| sakuca sanehu modu mana bāṛhā| bharatahi citavata ekaṭaka ṭhāṛhā|| dhari dhīraju pada baṃdi bahorī| binaya saprema karata kara jorī|| kusala mūla pada paṃkaja pekhī| maiṃ tihu~ kāla kusala nija lekhī|| aba prabhu parama anugraha toreṃ| sahita koṭi kula maṃgala moreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā samujhi mori karatūti kulu prabhu mahimā jiya~ joi| jo na bhajai raghubīra pada jaga bidhi baṃcita soi||195||

    Meaning

    There is nothing to wonder at in this: it has been so from age to age — to whom has Raghubira not given greatness? So the gods spoke of the glory of Rama's name, and the people of Ayodhya took delight in hearing it again and again. Meeting Rama's friend with love, Bharata asked after his welfare, his good fortune and his safety. Seeing Bharata's courtesy and affection, the Nishada in that moment lost all awareness of his body; bashfulness, love and gladness swelled in his mind, and he stood gazing at Bharata without a blink. Then, gathering his composure, he bowed once more at his feet and with joined palms made a loving submission: 'Having beheld your lotus feet, which are the root of all welfare, I count myself well in all three divisions of time. Now, my lord, by your supreme grace, good fortune has come to me together with ten million of my line. Weighing my own deeds and my birth, and holding the greatness of the Lord in my heart, I say this: whoever does not worship the feet of Raghubira is the one whom the Creator has cheated in this world.'

  196. Verse 196

    caupāī kapaṭī kāyara kumati kujātī| loka beda bāhera saba bhā~tī|| rāma kīnha āpana jabahī teṃ| bhayau~ bhuvana bhūṣana tabahī teṃ|| dekhi prīti suni binaya suhāī| mileu bahori bharata laghu bhāī|| kahi niṣāda nija nāma subānīṃ| sādara sakala johārīṃ rānīṃ|| jāni lakhana sama dehiṃ asīsā| jiahu sukhī saya lākha barīsā|| nirakhi niṣādu nagara nara nārī| bhae sukhī janu lakhanu nihārī|| kahahiṃ laheu ehiṃ jīvana lāhū| bheṃṭeu rāmabhadra bhari bāhū|| suni niṣādu nija bhāga baṛāī| pramudita mana lai caleu levāī|| dohā/soraṭhā sanakāre sevaka sakala cale svāmi rukha pāi| ghara taru tara sara bāga bana bāsa banāenhi jāi||196||

    Meaning

    'Deceitful, cowardly, evil-minded and of a base caste, outside the pale of the world and the Veda in every way — yet from the moment Rama made me his own, from that moment I became an ornament of the world.' Seeing his love and hearing his winning humility, Bharata's younger brother embraced him next. The Nishada, telling his name in gracious speech, saluted all the queens with reverence, and they, taking him for a second Lakshmana, blessed him: 'Live happily ten million years.' The men and women of the city, beholding the Nishada, were as glad as if they beheld Lakshmana, and said that this man had reaped the whole gain of living, for the gracious Rama had gathered him into his arms. Hearing his own good fortune so praised, the Nishada with a heart full of delight led the party onward. He signalled to all his servants, and they, catching their master's wish, went off and made lodgings ready — under trees, beside the lake, in the gardens and in the woods.

  197. Verse 197

    caupāī sṛṃgaberapura bharata dīkha jaba| bhe saneha~ saba aṃga sithila taba|| sohata die~ niṣādahi lāgū| janu tanu dhareṃ binaya anurāgū|| ehi bidhi bharata senu sabu saṃgā| dīkhi jāi jaga pāvani gaṃgā|| rāmaghāṭa kaha~ kīnha pranāmū| bhā manu maganu mile janu rāmū|| karahiṃ pranāma nagara nara nārī| mudita brahmamaya bāri nihārī|| kari majjanu māgahiṃ kara jorī| rāmacaṃdra pada prīti na thorī|| bharata kaheu surasari tava renū| sakala sukhada sevaka suradhenū|| jori pāni bara māgau~ ehū| sīya rāma pada sahaja sanehū|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi bidhi majjanu bharatu kari gura anusāsana pāi| mātu nahānīṃ jāni saba ḍerā cale lavāi||197||

    Meaning

    When Bharata caught sight of Shringaverapura, every limb of his went slack with feeling. Leaning upon the Nishada he looked beautiful, as though humility and love had themselves taken bodily form. In this manner Bharata, with his whole host beside him, went and beheld the Ganga that purifies the world. At Rama's landing-place he bowed, and his mind was so drowned in joy that it was as if he had met Rama there. The men and women of the city bowed too, gladdened to look upon water that is Brahma itself. Bathing, with joined palms they begged that their love for the feet of Ramachandra might be no small love. Bharata said: 'O heavenly river, your very dust bestows every happiness, and to those who serve you, you are the wish-yielding cow of the gods. With folded hands I ask this one boon — a natural, unforced love for the feet of Sita and Rama.' Having bathed in this way, and having received his preceptor's command, and knowing that all the mothers had bathed, Bharata led them all away to the camp.

  198. Verse 198

    caupāī jaha~ taha~ loganha ḍerā kīnhā| bharata sodhu sabahī kara līnhā|| sura sevā kari āyasu pāī| rāma mātu pahiṃ ge dou bhāī|| carana cā~pi kahi kahi mṛdu bānī| jananīṃ sakala bharata sanamānī|| bhāihi sauṃpi mātu sevakāī| āpu niṣādahi līnha bolāī|| cale sakhā kara soṃ kara joreṃ| sithila sarīra saneha na thoreṃ|| pū~chata sakhahi so ṭhāu~ dekhāū| neku nayana mana jarani juṛāū|| jaha~ siya rāmu lakhanu nisi soe| kahata bhare jala locana koe|| bharata bacana suni bhayau biṣādū| turata tahā~ lai gayau niṣādū|| dohā/soraṭhā jaha~ siṃsupā punīta tara raghubara kiya biśrāmu| ati saneha~ sādara bharata kīnheu daṃḍa pranāmu||198||

    Meaning

    The people pitched their camps here and there, and Bharata took thought for the comfort of every one of them. Having worshipped the gods and obtained leave, the two brothers went to Rama's mother. Pressing the mothers' feet and speaking gentle words to each in turn, Bharata paid honour to them all. Then, leaving their service to his brother, he called the Nishada to himself and set out with him, hand clasped in hand, his body slack with no small love. He kept asking his friend to show him that place, and to cool a little the burning of his eyes and mind — the place where Sita, Rama and Lakshmana had slept the night; and as he spoke the corners of his eyes filled with water. Hearing Bharata's words the Nishada was seized with grief, and took him there at once, to where beneath the sacred shinshapa tree the best of Raghu's line had rested; and there, with deep love and reverence, Bharata made prostrate obeisance.

  199. Verse 199

    caupāī kusa sā~tharī nihāri suhāī| kīnha pranāmu pradacchina jāī|| carana rekha raja ā~khinha lāī| banai na kahata prīti adhikāī|| kanaka biṃdu dui cārika dekhe| rākhe sīsa sīya sama lekhe|| sajala bilocana hṛdaya~ galānī| kahata sakhā sana bacana subānī|| śrīhata sīya biraha~ dutihīnā| jathā avadha nara nāri bilīnā|| pitā janaka deu~ paṭatara kehī| karatala bhogu jogu jaga jehī|| sasura bhānukula bhānu bhuālū| jehi sihāta amarāvatipālū|| prānanāthu raghunātha gosāī| jo baṛa hota so rāma baṛāī|| dohā/soraṭhā pati devatā sutīya mani sīya sā~tharī dekhi| biharata hradau na hahari hara pabi teṃ kaṭhina biseṣi||199||

    Meaning

    Beholding the lovely bed of kusha grass, he bowed to it and walked reverently round it. He touched the dust of the footprints to his eyes; the greatness of that love cannot be told. Seeing two or four specks of gold lying there, he set them upon his head, counting them as Sita herself. With brimming eyes and self-reproach in his heart, Bharata spoke to his friend in gracious words: 'Robbed of their beauty and dimmed of lustre in their separation from Sita, these specks are like the men and women of Ayodhya, wasting away. Her father is Janaka - with whom shall I compare him? - in whose palm lie both worldly enjoyment and the discipline of yoga. Her father-in-law is that king who is the sun of the solar house, whom even Indra, lord of Amaravati, envies. Her lord is the master Raghunatha himself, and whatever becomes great in this world becomes great by Rama's glory. Seeing the grass bed of Sita, jewel among the good women who hold their husband a god, my heart does not shatter in terror; it is harder by far than the thunderbolt.'

  200. Verse 200

    caupāī lālana jogu lakhana laghu lone| bhe na bhāi asa ahahiṃ na hone|| purajana priya pitu mātu dulāre| siya raghubarahi prānapiāre|| mṛdu mūrati sukumāra subhāū| tāta bāu tana lāga na kāū|| te bana sahahiṃ bipati saba bhā~tī| nidare koṭi kulisa ehiṃ chātī|| rāma janami jagu kīnha ujāgara| rūpa sīla sukha saba guna sāgara|| purajana parijana gura pitu mātā| rāma subhāu sabahi sukhadātā|| bairiu rāma baṛāī karahīṃ| bolani milani binaya mana harahīṃ|| sārada koṭi koṭi sata seṣā| kari na sakahiṃ prabhu guna gana lekhā|| dohā/soraṭhā sukhasvarupa raghubaṃsamani maṃgala moda nidhāna| te sovata kusa ḍāsi mahi bidhi gati ati balavāna||200||

    Meaning

    'Lakshmana, the younger, comely and made to be fondled - no such brother has been, nor is, nor will be. Dear to the townsfolk, the darling of father and mother, dear as life itself to Sita and to Raghubara. Tender of form and delicate by nature, never once did a hot wind touch his body; and now in the forest he endures hardship of every kind, while this breast of mine has put ten million thunderbolts to shame. By being born Rama made the world illustrious, an ocean of beauty, of goodness, of joy, of every virtue. To townsfolk and kinsfolk, to preceptor, father and mother, Rama's nature is a giver of happiness to all. Even his enemies praise Rama; his speech, his way of meeting one, his courtesy steal the heart away. Ten million Sharadas and a hundred times as many Sheshas could not reckon the full sum of the Lord's virtues. He who is happiness embodied, the jewel of Raghu's line, the treasury of blessing and delight, sleeps upon the bare earth on strewn kusha grass - the workings of the Creator are mighty indeed.'

  201. Verse 201

    caupāī rāma sunā dukhu kāna na kāū| jīvanataru jimi jogavai rāū|| palaka nayana phani mani jehi bhā~tī| jogavahiṃ janani sakala dina rātī|| te aba phirata bipina padacārī| kaṃda mūla phala phūla ahārī|| dhiga kaikeī amaṃgala mūlā| bhaisi prāna priyatama pratikūlā|| maiṃ dhiga dhiga agha udadhi abhāgī| sabu utapātu bhayau jehi lāgī|| kula kalaṃku kari sṛjeu bidhātā~| sāi~doha mohi kīnha kumātā~|| suni saprema samujhāva niṣādū| nātha karia kata bādi biṣādū|| rāma tumhahi priya tumha priya rāmahi| yaha nirajosu dosu bidhi bāmahi||

    Meaning

    'Rama never so much as heard the word sorrow with his ears; the king tended him as a man tends the very tree of his life. As the eyelid guards the eye and the serpent its jewel, so all his mothers watched over him by day and by night. And now he wanders the woods on foot, living on bulbs and roots, on fruit and flowers. Cursed be Kaikeyi, the root of ill fortune, who has turned against one dearer to her than life. And cursed, cursed am I, an ocean of sin and ill luck, for whose sake this whole calamity has come. The Creator fashioned me a stain upon my house, and my wicked mother has made me a traitor to my master.' Hearing him, the Nishada consoled him lovingly: 'Lord, why give way to grief that serves nothing? Rama is dear to you and you are dear to Rama - of that there is no question; the blame belongs to a fate turned adverse.'

  202. Verse 202

    caupāī sakhā bacana suni ura dhari dhīrā| bāsa cale sumirata raghubīrā|| yaha sudhi pāi nagara nara nārī| cale bilokana ārata bhārī|| paradakhinā kari karahiṃ pranāmā| dehiṃ kaikaihi khori nikāmā|| bharī bhari bāri bilocana leṃhīṃ| bāma bidhātāhi dūṣana dehīṃ|| eka sarāhahiṃ bharata sanehū| kou kaha nṛpati nibāheu nehū|| niṃdahiṃ āpu sarāhi niṣādahi| ko kahi sakai bimoha biṣādahi|| ehi bidhi rāti logu sabu jāgā| bhā bhinusāra gudārā lāgā|| gurahi sunāva~ caṛhāi suhāīṃ| naīṃ nāva saba mātu caṛhāīṃ|| daṃḍa cāri maha~ bhā sabu pārā| utari bharata taba sabahi sa~bhārā|| dohā/soraṭhā prātakriyā kari mātu pada baṃdi gurahi siru nāi| āgeṃ kie niṣāda gana dīnheu kaṭaku calāi||202||

    Meaning

    Hearing his friend's words and taking courage in his heart, Bharata went to his lodging with his mind upon Raghubira. When the news spread, the men and women of the town came in deep distress to look upon the place; they walked round it and bowed, and heaped blame upon Kaikeyi. Again and again their eyes filled with tears, and they found fault with an adverse fate. Some praised Bharata's love, and someone said the king had kept faith with his own love to the end. They reproached themselves and praised the Nishada; who could describe such bewilderment and grief? In this way all the people stayed awake the whole night, and at daybreak the ferrying across began. Bharata told the preceptor and had him embark on a fine boat, and put all the mothers aboard new boats; within four dandas the whole party was across, and Bharata, having landed, saw to the needs of all. He performed the morning rites, reverenced his mothers' feet and bowed his head to the preceptor; then, setting the Nishadas in front, he ordered the host to march.

  203. Verse 203

    caupāī kiyau niṣādanāthu aguāīṃ| mātu pālakīṃ sakala calāīṃ|| sātha bolāi bhāi laghu dīnhā| bipranha sahita gavanu gura kīnhā|| āpu surasarihi kīnha pranāmū| sumire lakhana sahita siya rāmū|| gavane bharata payodehiṃ pāe| kotala saṃga jāhiṃ ḍoriāe|| kahahiṃ susevaka bārahiṃ bārā| hoia nātha asva asavārā|| rāmu payodehi pāya~ sidhāe| hama kaha~ ratha gaja bāji banāe|| sira bhara jāu~ ucita asa morā| saba teṃ sevaka dharamu kaṭhorā|| dekhi bharata gati suni mṛdu bānī| saba sevaka gana garahiṃ galānī|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata tīsare pahara kaha~ kīnha prabesu prayāga| kahata rāma siya rāma siya umagi umagi anurāga||203||

    Meaning

    He set the Nishada chief in front to lead the way and started all the mothers' palanquins forward. Calling his younger brother, he sent him along with them, and the preceptor travelled with the Brahmins. Bharata himself bowed to the river of the gods and called to mind Sita and Rama together with Lakshmana. Then he went forward on foot, while led horses walked beside him on their reins. His faithful servants said again and again, 'Lord, mount a horse.' He answered, 'Rama went upon his feet, and for me chariots and elephants and horses have been made ready? To go upon my head would be fitting for me; a servant's duty is the hardest of all.' Seeing Bharata's condition and hearing his gentle words, the whole company of servants melted with shame and sorrow. In the third watch of the day Bharata entered Prayag, saying over and over, 'Rama, Sita! Rama, Sita!' as love welled up in him again and again.

  204. Verse 204

    caupāī jhalakā jhalakata pāyanha kaiṃseṃ| paṃkaja kosa osa kana jaiseṃ|| bharata payādehiṃ āe ājū| bhayau dukhita suni sakala samājū|| khabari līnha saba loga nahāe| kīnha pranāmu tribenihiṃ āe|| sabidhi sitāsita nīra nahāne| die dāna mahisura sanamāne|| dekhata syāmala dhavala halore| pulaki sarīra bharata kara jore|| sakala kāma prada tīratharāū| beda bidita jaga pragaṭa prabhāū|| māgau~ bhīkha tyāgi nija dharamū| ārata kāha na karai kukaramū|| asa jiya~ jāni sujāna sudānī| saphala karahiṃ jaga jācaka bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā aratha na dharama na kāma ruci gati na cahau~ nirabāna| janama janama rati rāma pada yaha baradānu na āna||204||

    Meaning

    Blisters glisten upon his feet like beads of dew upon lotus buds. 'Bharata has come today on foot' - hearing this, the whole assembly was grieved. He inquired after everyone, and then all the people bathed, came to the Triveni and made obeisance. They bathed with due rite in the dark water and the white, gave gifts and honoured the Brahmins. Gazing at the dark waves and the white, Bharata thrilled in every limb and folded his palms: 'King of holy places, you are the granter of every wish; the Vedas know you and your power is manifest in the world. Setting my own duty aside I beg an alms of you - what wrong will a man in distress not do? Knowing this in their hearts, the wise and openhanded of this world make the beggar's words come true. I have no relish for wealth, nor for merit, nor for pleasure, and I do not desire the state of liberation. Birth after birth let there be love in me for Rama's feet: this boon, and no other.'

  205. Verse 205

    caupāī jānahu~ rāmu kuṭila kari mohī| loga kahau gura sāhiba drohī|| sītā rāma carana rati moreṃ| anudina baṛhu anugraha toreṃ|| jaladu janama bhari surati bisārau| jācata jalu pabi pāhana ḍārau|| cātaku raṭani ghaṭeṃ ghaṭi jāī| baṛhe premu saba bhā~ti bhalāī|| kanakahiṃ bāna caṛhi jimi dāheṃ| timi priyatama pada nema nibāheṃ|| bharata bacana suni mājha tribenī| bhai mṛdu bāni sumaṃgala denī|| tāta bharata tumha saba bidhi sādhū| rāma carana anurāga agādhū|| bāda galāni karahu mana māhīṃ| tumha sama rāmahi kou priya nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā tanu pulakeu hiya~ haraṣu suni beni bacana anukūla| bharata dhanya kahi dhanya sura haraṣita baraṣahiṃ phūla||205||

    Meaning

    'Let Rama count me crooked, let people call me a traitor to my guru and my master -- only let my love for the feet of Sita and Rama grow day by day through your grace. Let the cloud forget me for a whole lifetime, and when I beg for water let it fling down thunderbolts and stones: the chatak's worth shrinks only if its crying shrinks, while if its love grows there is good in it every way. As gold takes its true colour by being burnt, so love is proved by keeping the vow made at the beloved's feet.' Hearing Bharata's words, a gentle voice rose from the midst of the Triveni, bestowing blessing: 'Dear Bharata, you are a saint in every way, and your love for Rama's feet is unfathomable. You grieve within your heart for nothing -- to Rama no one is dear as you are.' At those favouring words of the Triveni his body thrilled and his heart filled with joy; and the gods in their delight cried 'Blessed, blessed is Bharata!' and rained down flowers.

  206. Verse 206

    caupāī pramudita tīratharāja nivāsī| baikhānasa baṭu gṛhī udāsī|| kahahiṃ parasapara mili dasa pā~cā| bharata saneha sīlu suci sā~cā|| sunata rāma guna grāma suhāe| bharadvāja munibara pahiṃ āe|| daṃḍa pranāmu karata muni dekhe| mūratimaṃta bhāgya nija lekhe|| dhāi uṭhāi lāi ura līnhe| dīnhi asīsa kṛtāratha kīnhe|| āsanu dīnha nāi siru baiṭhe| cahata sakuca gṛha~ janu bhaji paiṭhe|| muni pū~chaba kachu yaha baṛa socū| bole riṣi lakhi sīlu sa~kocū|| sunahu bharata hama saba sudhi pāī| bidhi karataba para kichu na basāī|| dohā/soraṭhā tumha galāni jiya~ jani karahu samujhī mātu karatūti| tāta kaikaihi dosu nahiṃ gaī girā mati dhūti||206||

    Meaning

    The dwellers of Prayag, king among holy places, were filled with delight -- forest hermits, brahmachari students, householders and renunciates alike. Meeting in fives and tens, they said to one another that Bharata's love and character were pure and true. Listening to the lovely recital of Rama's virtues, Bharata came before Bharadwaja, best of sages. The sage saw him making his prostrate salutation and reckoned him his own good fortune come in visible shape. He ran forward, raised him up, clasped him to his breast, blessed him and made him fulfilled. He offered him a seat; Bharata bowed his head and sat, so overcome with bashfulness that he seemed to wish he could shrink away into hiding. His one great worry was that the sage might ask him something; and the sage, marking his modesty and diffidence, said: 'Listen, Bharata, we have learnt the whole of it. Over the workings of fate no one has any power. Do not carry that grief in your heart, brooding on your mother's deed. Dear child, Kaikeyi is not to blame -- the goddess of speech went and robbed her of her judgement.'

  207. Verse 207

    caupāī yahau kahata bhala kahihi na koū| loku beda budha saṃmata doū|| tāta tumhāra bimala jasu gāī| pāihi lokau bedu baṛāī|| loka beda saṃmata sabu kahaī| jehi pitu dei rāju so lahaī|| rāu satyabrata tumhahi bolāī| deta rāju sukhu dharamu baṛāī|| rāma gavanu bana anaratha mūlā| jo suni sakala bisva bhai sūlā|| so bhāvī basa rāni ayānī| kari kucāli aṃtahu~ pachitānī|| taha~u~ tumhāra alapa aparādhū| kahai so adhama ayāna asādhū|| karatehu rāju ta tumhahi na doṣū| rāmahi hota sunata saṃtoṣū|| dohā/soraṭhā aba ati kīnhehu bharata bhala tumhahi ucita mata ehu| sakala sumaṃgala mūla jaga raghubara carana sanehu||207||

    Meaning

    'Yet even this much no one will count a good thing to say, and on it the world, the Veda and the wise are of one mind. Dear child, by singing your unsullied fame the world and the Veda themselves will gain in glory. All men say, and world and Veda allow it, that he to whom his father gives the kingdom receives it. The king, faithful to his vow, called you and gave you the kingdom, and with it happiness, duty and honour. The root of the calamity was Rama's going to the forest, and hearing of it the whole universe was pierced with pain. That happened under the sway of destiny, through an unknowing queen who worked the mischief and repented at the last. Even in that, whoever says the least fault was yours is base, ignorant and wicked. Had you taken the kingdom no blame would have touched you, and Rama would have been content to hear of it. But now, Bharata, you have done exceedingly well; this resolve is what becomes you. Love for the feet of Raghubar is the root of every blessing in the world.'

  208. Verse 208

    caupāī so tumhāra dhanu jīvanu prānā| bhūribhāga ko tumhahi samānā|| yaha tamhāra ācaraju na tātā| dasaratha suana rāma priya bhrātā|| sunahu bharata raghubara mana māhīṃ| pema pātru tumha sama kou nāhīṃ|| lakhana rāma sītahi ati prītī| nisi saba tumhahi sarāhata bītī|| jānā maramu nahāta prayāgā| magana hohiṃ tumhareṃ anurāgā|| tumha para asa sanehu raghubara keṃ| sukha jīvana jaga jasa jaṛa nara keṃ|| yaha na adhika raghubīra baṛāī| pranata kuṭuṃba pāla raghurāī|| tumha tau bharata mora mata ehū| dhareṃ deha janu rāma sanehū|| dohā/soraṭhā tumha kaha~ bharata kalaṃka yaha hama saba kaha~ upadesu| rāma bhagati rasa siddhi hita bhā yaha samau ganesu||208||

    Meaning

    'That love is your wealth, your life, your very breath; who is so richly blessed as you? Nor is this any wonder in you, dear son -- you are Dasharatha's child and Rama's beloved brother. Hear me, Bharata: in Raghubar's heart there is no vessel of love to match you. Lakshmana, Rama and Sita hold you very dear; their whole night passed in praising you. I came to know this secret at the time of the bathing at Prayag -- they are drowned in love for you. Raghubar's affection for you is such as a dull man bears towards comfort, life and worldly fame. Nor is even this any great glory in Raghubira, for the Lord of Raghus cherishes the whole household of whoever takes refuge with him. As for you, Bharata, this is my judgement: you are Rama's love itself, come wearing a body. What you take for your blot, Bharata, is instruction for all of us; and for the ripening of the sweetness of devotion to Rama this hour has itself become the Ganesha of an auspicious beginning.'

  209. Verse 209

    caupāī nava bidhu bimala tāta jasu torā| raghubara kiṃkara kumuda cakorā|| udita sadā a~thaihi kabahū~ nā| ghaṭihi na jaga nabha dina dina dūnā|| koka tiloka prīti ati karihī| prabhu pratāpa rabi chabihi na harihī|| nisi dina sukhada sadā saba kāhū| grasihi na kaikai karatabu rāhū|| pūrana rāma supema piyūṣā| gura avamāna doṣa nahiṃ dūṣā|| rāma bhagata aba amia~ aghāhū~| kīnhehu sulabha sudhā basudhāhū~|| bhūpa bhagīratha surasari ānī| sumirata sakala suṃmagala khānī|| dasaratha guna gana barani na jāhīṃ| adhiku kahā jehi sama jaga nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā jāsu saneha sakoca basa rāma pragaṭa bhae āi|| je hara hiya nayanani kabahu~ nirakhe nahīṃ aghāi||209||

    Meaning

    'Your fame, dear son, is a spotless new moon, and the servants of Raghubar are the night lilies and the chakora birds that gaze upon it. Risen for ever, it will never set; it will not wane in the sky of the world but double day upon day. The chakwa bird of the three worlds will love it dearly, and the sun of the Lord's own splendour will not rob it of its beauty. Night and day it will give joy to every creature, and the Rahu of Kaikeyi's deed will not swallow it. It is brimming with the nectar of pure love for Rama, and no stain of slighting a teacher darkens it. Now let the devotees of Rama drink their fill of that nectar -- you have made ambrosia easy to come by even upon the earth. King Bhagiratha brought down the river of the gods, who is a mine of every blessing to those who but remember her; and the host of Dasharatha's virtues cannot be told -- what more can be said of one who has no equal in the world? It was his love and gentle deference that brought Rama to come and manifest himself -- that Rama on whom Hara, with the eyes of his heart, has never gazed his fill.'

  210. Verse 210

    caupāī kīrati bidhu tumha kīnha anūpā| jaha~ basa rāma pema mṛgarūpā|| tāta galāni karahu jiya~ jāe~| ḍarahu daridrahi pārasu pāe~|||| sunahu bharata hama jhūṭha na kahahīṃ| udāsīna tāpasa bana rahahīṃ|| saba sādhana kara suphala suhāvā| lakhana rāma siya darasanu pāvā|| tehi phala kara phalu darasa tumhārā| sahita payāga subhāga hamārā|| bharata dhanya tumha jasu jagu jayaū| kahi asa pema magana puni bhayaū|| suni muni bacana sabhāsada haraṣe| sādhu sarāhi sumana sura baraṣe|| dhanya dhanya dhuni gagana payāgā| suni suni bharatu magana anurāgā|| dohā/soraṭhā pulaka gāta hiya~ rāmu siya sajala saroruha naina| kari pranāmu muni maṃḍalihi bole gadagada baina||210||

    Meaning

    'You have raised a matchless moon of fame, and love for Rama dwells in it as the deer upon its face. Dear son, you carry that grief in your heart for nothing; you have found the touchstone and still you tremble at poverty. Hear me, Bharata, we do not speak falsely -- we are detached ascetics who live in the forest. The fair fruit of all our spiritual practice was ours when we obtained the sight of Lakshmana, Rama and Sita; and the fruit of that fruit is the sight of you. The good fortune is ours, and Prayag's along with us. Blessed are you, Bharata; your fame has conquered the world.' Saying this, the sage was once more drowned in love. Hearing the sage's words the assembly rejoiced; the gods applauded with cries of 'Well done!' and rained down blossoms. The sound of 'Blessed, blessed' rang through the sky and over Prayag, and hearing it again and again Bharata was lost in love. His body thrilling, Rama and Sita within his heart, his lotus eyes brimming with tears, he bowed to the circle of sages and spoke in a voice choked with feeling.

  211. Verse 211

    caupāī muni samāju aru tīratharājū| sā~cihu~ sapatha aghāi akājū|| ehiṃ thala jauṃ kichu kahia banāī| ehi sama adhika na agha adhamāī|| tumha sarbagya kahau~ satibhāū| ura aṃtarajāmī raghurāū|| mohi na mātu karataba kara socū| nahiṃ dukhu jiya~ jagu jānihi pocū|| nāhina ḍaru bigarihi paralokū| pitahu marana kara mohi na sokū|| sukṛta sujasa bhari bhuana suhāe| lachimana rāma sarisa suta pāe|| rāma biraha~ taji tanu chanabhaṃgū| bhūpa soca kara kavana prasaṃgū|| rāma lakhana siya binu paga panahīṃ| kari muni beṣa phirahiṃ bana banahī|| dohā/soraṭhā ajina basana phala asana mahi sayana ḍāsi kusa pāta| basi taru tara nita sahata hima ātapa baraṣā bāta||211||

    Meaning

    Bharata said: 'Here is an assembly of sages, and the king of holy places besides; in such a spot even an oath sworn truthfully is mischief enough, and if at this place one were to say anything contrived, no sin, no baseness could be greater. You know all things; I speak from a true heart, and the Lord of Raghus, the indweller of hearts, knows it. It is not my mother's deed that troubles me, nor does it grieve me that the world will hold me vile; I have no fear that my life beyond is ruined, nor do I mourn my father's death. His good works and his fair fame fill the worlds and adorn them, and he had sons like Rama and Lakshmana; having laid down his frail body in the pang of parting from Rama, what occasion is there to grieve for the king? What burns me is that Rama, Lakshmana and Sita go with no shoes upon their feet, in the garb of hermits, wandering from forest to forest: deerskin for clothing, fruit for food, the bare ground for a bed with kusha grass and leaves spread upon it, living beneath the trees and daily enduring frost and sun and rain and wind.'

  212. Verse 212

    caupāī ehi dukha dāha~ dahai dina chātī| bhūkha na bāsara nīda na rātī|| ehi kuroga kara auṣadhu nāhīṃ| sodheu~ sakala bisva mana māhīṃ|| mātu kumata baṛhī agha mūlā| tehiṃ hamāra hita kīnha ba~sūlā|| kali kukāṭha kara kīnha kujaṃtrū| gāṛi avadhi paṛhi kaṭhina kumaṃtru|| mohi lagi yahu kuṭhāṭu tehiṃ ṭhāṭā| ghālesi saba jagu bārahabāṭā|| miṭai kujogu rāma phiri āe~| basai avadha nahiṃ āna upāe~|| bharata bacana suni muni sukhu pāī| sabahiṃ kīnha bahu bhā~ti baṛāī|| tāta karahu jani socu biseṣī| saba dukhu miṭahi rāma paga dekhī|| dohā/soraṭhā kari prabodha munibara kaheu atithi pemapriya hohu| kaṃda mūla phala phūla hama dehiṃ lehu kari chohu||212||

    Meaning

    'The burning of this sorrow scorches my breast all day; no hunger comes by day and no sleep by night. For this cruel disease there is no medicine — I have ransacked the whole world in my mind. My mother's evil counsel was the carpenter and the very root of sin; it made our own good its adze, fashioned an evil engine out of the rotten timber of the Kali age, and buried it with a term set upon it, reciting a hard and wicked spell. For my sake it raised this wretched contrivance and flung the whole world into ruin, scattered twelve ways. This evil conjunction will pass only when Rama returns; by no other means will Ayodhya be peopled again.' Hearing Bharata's words the sage was gladdened, and all present praised him in every way. 'Son, do not grieve so greatly,' he said; 'every sorrow will vanish at the sight of Rama's feet.' Having comforted him thus, the great sage said, 'Now be our guest, loving and beloved; we offer bulbs and roots, fruit and flowers — accept them kindly.'

  213. Verse 213

    caupāī suni muni bacana bharata hiṃya socū| bhayau kuavasara kaṭhina sa~kocū|| jāni garui gura girā bahorī| carana baṃdi bole kara jorī|| sira dhari āyasu karia tumhārā| parama dharama yahu nātha hamārā|| bharata bacana munibara mana bhāe| suci sevaka siṣa nikaṭa bolāe|| cāhie kīnha bharata pahunāī| kaṃda mūla phala ānahu jāī|| bhalehīṃ nātha kahi tinha sira nāe| pramudita nija nija kāja sidhāe|| munihi soca pāhuna baṛa nevatā| tasi pūjā cāhia jasa devatā|| suni ridhi sidhi animādika āī| āyasu hoi so karahiṃ gosāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma biraha byākula bharatu sānuja sahita samāja| pahunāī kari harahu śrama kahā mudita munirāja||213||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sage's words Bharata was troubled at heart: at so unfit a time he felt a sharp embarrassment. Yet knowing his guru's word to be weighty, he bowed at his feet and spoke with folded hands: 'Your command shall be set upon my head and carried out; this, lord, is our highest duty.' Bharata's answer pleased the great sage's mind, and he called his pure servants and disciples near: 'Bharata must be entertained as a guest; go and fetch bulbs and roots and fruit.' Saying 'Very well, lord,' they bowed their heads and went off in delight, each to his own task. But the sage was concerned — a great guest had been invited, and the worship must match the deity. Hearing this, Riddhi and Siddhi and the powers beginning with Anima presented themselves: 'Whatever the command, master, that we shall do.' Glad at heart, the king of sages said, 'Bharata, distraught with separation from Rama, has come with his younger brother and the whole company; entertain them as guests and take away their weariness.'

  214. Verse 214

    caupāī ridhi sidhi sira dhari munibara bānī| baṛabhāgini āpuhi anumānī|| kahahiṃ parasapara sidhi samudāī| atulita atithi rāma laghu bhāī|| muni pada baṃdi karia soi ājū| hoi sukhī saba rāja samājū|| asa kahi raceu rucira gṛha nānā| jehi biloki bilakhāhiṃ bimānā|| bhoga bibhūti bhūri bhari rākhe| dekhata jinhahi amara abhilāṣe|| dāsīṃ dāsa sāju saba līnheṃ| jogavata rahahiṃ manahi manu dīnheṃ|| saba samāju saji sidhi pala māhīṃ| je sukha surapura sapanehu~ nāhīṃ|| prathamahiṃ bāsa die saba kehī| suṃdara sukhada jathā ruci jehī|| dohā/soraṭhā bahuri saparijana bharata kahu~ riṣi asa āyasu dīnha| bidhi bisamaya dāyaku bibhava munibara tapabala kīnha||214||

    Meaning

    Riddhi and Siddhi took the great sage's word upon their heads and reckoned themselves greatly blessed. The whole company of powers said to one another, 'This guest is beyond compare — Rama's younger brother. Bowing at the sage's feet, let us do this day such service that the entire royal company is made happy.' So saying, they raised many lovely dwellings, at the sight of which the chariots of heaven pined. They filled them with abundance of enjoyments and riches, at the sight of which even the immortals grew covetous. Menservants and maids stood ready with every appointment, watching over the guests and answering a wish with their minds. In a moment the powers had set out the whole array — such delights as are not to be had even in a dream in the city of the gods. First of all they gave lodging to every person, beautiful and pleasant, each according to his liking. Then the sage gave his instructions for Bharata and all his people, and by the strength of his austerity the great sage made a splendour that would astonish the Creator himself.

  215. Verse 215

    caupāī muni prabhāu jaba bharata bilokā| saba laghu lage lokapati lokā|| sukha samāju nahiṃ jāi bakhānī| dekhata birati bisārahīṃ gyānī|| āsana sayana subasana bitānā| bana bāṭikā bihaga mṛga nānā|| surabhi phūla phala amia samānā| bimala jalāsaya bibidha bidhānā| asana pāna suca amia amī se| dekhi loga sakucāta jamī se|| sura surabhī surataru sabahī keṃ| lakhi abhilāṣu suresa sacī keṃ|| ritu basaṃta baha tribidha bayārī| saba kaha~ sulabha padāratha cārī|| straka caṃdana banitādika bhogā| dekhi haraṣa bisamaya basa logā|| dohā/soraṭhā saṃpata cakaī bharatu caka muni āyasa khelavāra|| tehi nisi āśrama piṃjarā~ rākhe bhā bhinusāra||215||

    Meaning

    When Bharata beheld the sage's power, the worlds of the guardians of the quarters all seemed small to him. The gathering of delights was past telling — at the sight of it even the wise would forget their dispassion: seats, couches, fine raiment and canopies, woods and gardens with birds and beasts of many kinds, fragrant flowers and fruits like nectar, clear pools of every fashion, food and drink so pure and sweeter than nectar itself that people shrank back from them like men under vow. Every one of them had the celestial cow and the wish-yielding tree, and seeing this the lord of the gods and Shachi were filled with longing. Spring was in season and a breeze blew, cool and soft and fragrant; the four objects of life lay within everyone's reach. Garlands, sandal paste, women and every other enjoyment — beholding them the people were seized with joy and amazement. Wealth was the chakwi and Bharata the chakwa, and the sage's command the player of the game: for that night the two were kept together in the cage of the hermitage, and then the morning broke.

  216. Verse 216

    caupāī kīnha nimajjanu tīratharājā| nāi munihi siru sahita samājā|| riṣi āyasu asīsa sira rākhī| kari daṃḍavata binaya bahu bhāṣī|| patha gati kusala sātha saba līnhe| cale citrakūṭahiṃ citu dīnheṃ|| rāmasakhā kara dīnheṃ lāgū| calata deha dhari janu anurāgū|| nahiṃ pada trāna sīsa nahiṃ chāyā| pemu nemu bratu dharamu amāyā|| lakhana rāma siya paṃtha kahānī| pū~chata sakhahi kahata mṛdu bānī|| rāma bāsa thala biṭapa bilokeṃ| ura anurāga rahata nahiṃ rokaiṃ|| daikhi dasā sura barisahiṃ phūlā| bhai mṛdu mahi magu maṃgala mūlā|| dohā/soraṭhā kie~ jāhiṃ chāyā jalada sukhada bahai bara bāta| tasa magu bhayau na rāma kaha~ jasa bhā bharatahi jāta||216||

    Meaning

    They bathed at the king of holy places, and with the whole company bowed their heads to the sage. Setting his command and his blessing upon their heads, prostrating themselves and speaking many humble words, they took with them all who knew the way and set out with their minds fixed on Chitrakuta. Bharata went holding the hand of Rama's friend, walking as though Love itself had taken a body. There were no sandals on his feet, no shade above his head; his love, his discipline, his vow and his dharma were without a trace of guile. In gentle words he asked his friend the story of the road by which Lakshmana, Rama and Sita had gone; and when he looked on the spots where Rama had halted and the trees beneath which he had rested, the love in his heart could not be held back. Seeing his state the gods rained down flowers; the earth grew soft and the way became the root of every blessing. Clouds moved along casting shade and a fine, pleasant breeze blew: the road never became for Rama what it became for Bharata as he travelled it.

  217. Verse 217

    caupāī jaṛa cetana maga jīva ghanere| je citae prabhu jinha prabhu here|| te saba bhae parama pada jogū| bharata darasa meṭā bhava rogū|| yaha baṛi bāta bharata kai nāhīṃ| sumirata jinahi rāmu mana māhīṃ|| bāraka rāma kahata jaga jeū| hota tarana tārana nara teū|| bharatu rāma priya puni laghu bhrātā| kasa na hoi magu maṃgaladātā|| siddha sādhu munibara asa kahahīṃ| bharatahi nirakhi haraṣu hiya~ lahahīṃ|| dekhi prabhāu suresahi socū| jagu bhala bhalehi poca kahu~ pocū|| gura sana kaheu karia prabhu soī| rāmahi bharatahi bheṃṭa na hoī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmu sa~kocī prema basa bharata sapema payodhi| banī bāta begarana cahati karia jatanu chalu sodhi||217||

    Meaning

    Along the road were creatures past counting, insentient and sentient alike; those whom the lord looked upon and those who looked upon him were all made fit for the supreme state, for the sight of Bharata wiped out the disease of worldly existence. Nor is this any great matter for Bharata, whom Rama himself remembers within his heart: in this world even those who utter 'Rama' but once become able to cross over and to ferry others across. Bharata is dear to Rama and is moreover his younger brother; how then should the road he travels not turn into a bestower of blessing? So the perfected ones, the holy men and the best of sages spoke, and their hearts filled with joy at the sight of him. Seeing such power, the lord of the gods grew troubled, for to the good the world seems good and only to the vile does it seem vile. He said to his preceptor, 'Lord, contrive it so that Rama and Bharata do not meet. Rama is delicate of feeling and swayed by love, and Bharata is an ocean of affection; the matter that had settled so well is on the point of being spoiled. Make some effort, search out a stratagem.'

  218. Verse 218

    caupāī bacana sunata suraguru musakāne| sahasanayana binu locana jāne|| māyāpati sevaka sana māyā| karai ta ulaṭi parai surarāyā|| taba kichu kīnha rāma rukha jānī| aba kucāli kari hoihi hānī|| sunu suresa raghunātha subhāū| nija aparādha risāhiṃ na kāū|| jo aparādhu bhagata kara karaī| rāma roṣa pāvaka so jaraī|| lokahu~ beda bidita itihāsā| yaha mahimā jānahiṃ durabāsā|| bharata sarisa ko rāma sanehī| jagu japa rāma rāmu japa jehī|| dohā/soraṭhā manahu~ na ānia amarapati raghubara bhagata akāju| ajasu loka paraloka dukha dina dina soka samāju||218||

    Meaning

    Hearing these words the preceptor of the gods smiled, and knew the thousand-eyed one to be truly without eyes. 'To practise illusion upon the servant of the very Lord of illusion, king of the gods, is to have the stroke recoil upon yourself. What was done earlier was done in the knowledge of Rama's own inclination; a crooked move now will bring only loss. Hear Raghunatha's nature, Indra: at wrongs done to himself he never grows angry, but whoever offends his devotee burns in the fire of Rama's wrath. The tale is known in the world and told in the Veda, and Durvasa knows that greatness well. And who is so beloved of Rama as Bharata? The world tells over the name of Rama, and Rama tells over his. Lord of the immortals, do not admit even into your mind the undoing of a devotee of Raghubara: it earns disgrace, sorrow in this world and the next, and a gathering of grief that thickens day by day.'

  219. Verse 219

    caupāī sunu suresa upadesu hamārā| rāmahi sevaku parama piārā|| mānata sukhu sevaka sevakāī| sevaka baira bairu adhikāī|| jadyapi sama nahiṃ rāga na roṣū| gahahiṃ na pāpa pūnu guna doṣū|| karama pradhāna bisva kari rākhā| jo jasa karai so tasa phalu cākhā|| tadapi karahiṃ sama biṣama bihārā| bhagata abhagata hṛdaya anusārā|| aguna alepa amāna ekarasa| rāmu saguna bhae bhagata pema basa|| rāma sadā sevaka ruci rākhī| beda purāna sādhu sura sākhī|| asa jiya~ jāni tajahu kuṭilāī| karahu bharata pada prīti suhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma bhagata parahita nirata para dukha dukhī dayāla| bhagata siromani bharata teṃ jani ḍarapahu surapāla||219||

    Meaning

    'Hear my counsel, lord of the gods: to Rama a servant is dearest of all. He takes a servant's service as his own happiness, and enmity shown to a servant he counts as an enmity greater still. It is true that he is even-minded, with neither liking nor anger, and takes upon himself neither sin nor merit, neither virtue nor fault; he has established the world with action for its ruling law, so that whoever acts in whatever way tastes the fruit accordingly. Yet even so he moves evenly or unevenly, following the heart of the devotee and of the unbeliever. Without attributes, untainted, beyond measure, ever the same, Rama has yet taken on form and quality, mastered by the love of his devotees. Always he has honoured the wish of his servants; the Vedas and Puranas, the holy and the gods are witnesses to it. Knowing this in your heart, give up your crookedness and set a fair love upon Bharata's feet. Rama's devotees are bent upon the good of others, grieved by another's grief, and full of compassion; guardian of the gods, do not be afraid of Bharata, the crest-jewel of devotees.'

  220. Verse 220

    caupāī satyasaṃdha prabhu sura hitakārī| bharata rāma āyasa anusārī|| svāratha bibasa bikala tumha hohū| bharata dosu nahiṃ rāura mohū|| suni surabara suragura bara bānī| bhā pramodu mana miṭī galānī|| baraṣi prasūna haraṣi surarāū| lage sarāhana bharata subhāū|| ehi bidhi bharata cale maga jāhīṃ| dasā dekhi muni siddha sihāhīṃ|| jabahiṃ rāmu kahi lehiṃ usāsā| umagata pemu manaha~ cahu pāsā|| dravahiṃ bacana suni kulisa paṣānā| purajana pemu na jāi bakhānā|| bīca bāsa kari jamunahiṃ āe| nirakhi nīru locana jala chāe|| dohā/soraṭhā raghubara barana biloki bara bāri sameta samāja| hota magana bāridhi biraha caṛhe bibeka jahāja||220||

    Meaning

    'The Lord is true to his pledge and a well-wisher of the gods, and Bharata acts only as Rama has commanded. It is you who are distraught, mastered by self-interest; the fault is not Bharata's but your own delusion.' Hearing this excellent speech of the gods' preceptor, the chief of the immortals was filled with delight and his remorse was gone. Showering blossoms in his gladness, the king of the gods began to praise Bharata's nature. In this way Bharata went on along the road, and sages and perfected ones who saw his condition envied his lot. Whenever he uttered 'Rama' and drew a long sigh, love seemed to brim over on all four sides; at his words thunderbolt and stone would melt, and the love of the townsfolk was past all telling. Halting once on the way, they came to the Yamuna, and at the sight of its water their eyes filled with tears. Beholding that lovely water of Raghubara's own hue, the whole company began to sink in the sea of separation, and then climbed aboard the ship of discernment.

  221. Verse 221

    caupāī jamuna tīra tehi dina kari bāsū| bhayau samaya sama sabahi supāsū|| rātahiṃ ghāṭa ghāṭa kī taranī| āīṃ aganita jāhiṃ na baranī|| prāta pāra bhae ekahi kheṃvā~| toṣe rāmasakhā kī sevā~|| cale nahāi nadihi sira nāī| sātha niṣādanātha dou bhāī|| āgeṃ munibara bāhana ācheṃ| rājasamāja jāi sabu pācheṃ|| tehiṃ pācheṃ dou baṃdhu payādeṃ| bhūṣana basana beṣa suṭhi sādeṃ|| sevaka suhrada sacivasuta sāthā| sumirata lakhanu sīya raghunāthā|| jaha~ jaha~ rāma bāsa biśrāmā| taha~ taha~ karahiṃ saprema pranāmā|| dohā/soraṭhā magabāsī nara nāri suni dhāma kāma taji dhāi| dekhi sarūpa saneha saba mudita janama phalu pāi||221||

    Meaning

    That day they lodged on the bank of the Yamuna, and everyone was provided for as the hour allowed. Through the night boats came in from ghat after ghat, countless, beyond describing; by morning all had crossed in a single ferrying, well pleased by the service of Rama's friend. They bathed, bowed their heads to the river and went on, the two brothers with the lord of the Nishadas beside them. In front rode the great sage on a good conveyance, and behind him went the whole royal company; behind that the two brothers walked on foot, their ornaments, garments and dress of the plainest. Servants, well-wishers and the minister's son were with them, and as they went they remembered Lakshmana, Sita and Raghunatha. Wherever Rama had lodged or rested, there they made loving obeisance. Men and women living along the road heard of it and ran out, leaving house and work behind; and seeing that form and that love, all were glad and felt they had won the reward of their birth.

  222. Verse 222

    caupāī kahahiṃ sapema eka eka pāhīṃ| rāmu lakhanu sakhi hohiṃ ki nāhīṃ|| baya bapu barana rūpa soi ālī| sīlu sanehu sarisa sama cālī|| beṣu na so sakhi sīya na saṃgā| āgeṃ anī calī caturaṃgā|| nahiṃ prasanna mukha mānasa khedā| sakhi saṃdehu hoi ehiṃ bhedā|| tāsu taraka tiyagana mana mānī| kahahiṃ sakala tehi sama na sayānī|| tehi sarāhi bānī phuri pūjī| bolī madhura bacana tiya dūjī|| kahi sapema saba kathāprasaṃgū| jehi bidhi rāma rāja rasa bhaṃgū|| bharatahi bahuri sarāhana lāgī| sīla saneha subhāya subhāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā calata payādeṃ khāta phala pitā dīnha taji rāju| jāta manāvana raghubarahi bharata sarisa ko āju||222||

    Meaning

    The women said lovingly to one another, 'Friend, are these Rama and Lakshmana or not? The age, the body, the colour and the form are the very same, dear one; the gentleness and the affection are alike, and so is their gait. But the dress is not that dress, friend, and Sita is not with them, and an army of four divisions marches ahead of them. Their faces are not glad and there is sorrow in their minds; it is by these differences, friend, that doubt arises.' Her reasoning won over the minds of all the women, and they said that none was so shrewd as she. Praising her and honouring her words as true, a second woman spoke sweetly, telling with love the whole course of the story and how the joy of Rama's crowning had been broken. Then she fell to praising Bharata, blessed in his character, his affection and his nature: walking on foot and living on fruit, having renounced the kingdom his father gave him, he goes to entreat Raghubara — who today is the equal of Bharata?

  223. Verse 223

    caupāī bhāyapa bhagati bharata ācaranū| kahata sunata dukha dūṣana haranū|| jo kachu kahaba thora sakhi soī| rāma baṃdhu asa kāhe na hoī|| hama saba sānuja bharatahi dekheṃ| bhainha dhanya jubatī jana lekheṃ|| suni guna dekhi dasā pachitāhīṃ| kaikai janani jogu sutu nāhīṃ|| kou kaha dūṣanu rānihi nāhina| bidhi sabu kīnha hamahi jo dāhina|| kaha~ hama loka beda bidhi hīnī| laghu tiya kula karatūti malīnī|| basahiṃ kudesa kugā~va kubāmā| kaha~ yaha darasu punya parināmā|| asa anaṃdu aciriju prati grāmā| janu marubhūmi kalapataru jāmā|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata darasu dekhata khuleu maga loganha kara bhāgu| janu siṃghalabāsinha bhayau bidhi basa sulabha prayāgu||223||

    Meaning

    The village women said to one another: 'Bharata's brotherly love, his devotion, his conduct — merely to speak of them or to hear of them takes away sorrow and sin. Whatever we say of him, friend, will be far too little; he is Rama's brother, so how should he be otherwise? We have all of us seen Bharata together with his younger brother, and among women we are counted blessed indeed.' Hearing his virtues and seeing the state he was in, they grieved: such a son is no match for a mother like Kaikeyi. Someone else said, 'No fault lies with the queen at all; the Creator did the whole of it, and to us he has been kind. What are we — women bereft of the observances of world and of Veda, of small family and soiled in our doings, dwelling in a wretched land, a wretched village, wretched women — and what is this sight of him, that comes as the ripening of merit!' Such joy and such wonder there was in village after village, as though a wish-granting tree had sprung up in the desert. At the sight of Bharata the fortune of the people along the road was unsealed, as if by the will of fate Prayaga had become easy of reach for the dwellers of Sinhala.

  224. Verse 224

    caupāī nija guna sahita rāma guna gāthā| sunata jāhiṃ sumirata raghunāthā|| tīratha muni āśrama suradhāmā| nirakhi nimajjahiṃ karahiṃ pranāmā|| manahīṃ mana māgahiṃ baru ehū| sīya rāma pada paduma sanehū|| milahiṃ kirāta kola banabāsī| baikhānasa baṭu jatī udāsī|| kari pranāmu pū~chahiṃ jehiṃ tehī| kehi bana lakhanu rāmu baidehī|| te prabhu samācāra saba kahahīṃ| bharatahi dekhi janama phalu lahahīṃ|| je jana kahahiṃ kusala hama dekhe| te priya rāma lakhana sama lekhe|| ehi bidhi būjhata sabahi subānī| sunata rāma banabāsa kahānī|| dohā/soraṭhā tehi bāsara basi prātahīṃ cale sumiri raghunātha| rāma darasa kī lālasā bharata sarisa saba sātha||224||

    Meaning

    Hearing the tale of Rama's virtues, and their own praise woven in with it, they travelled on, remembering Raghunatha. Wherever they saw a sacred ford, a sage's hermitage or a house of the gods, they bathed and made obeisance, and in their hearts they begged this one boon — love for the lotus-feet of Sita and Rama. On the way they met Kiratas, Kols and forest-dwellers, Vaikhanasa hermits, young students, ascetics and recluses; bowing to each in turn they asked of everyone, 'In which forest are Lakshmana, Rama and Vaidehi?' Those people told them all the news of the Lord, and by the sight of Bharata gained the fruit of their birth. Whoever said, 'We have seen them, and they are well,' was held dear and reckoned as good as Rama and Lakshmana themselves. Asking everyone in this way with gentle words, and listening to the story of Rama's life in the forest, they stayed there that day; at daybreak they set out again, remembering Raghunatha, for the longing to behold Rama was as strong in every companion as it was in Bharata.

  225. Verse 225

    caupāī maṃgala saguna hohiṃ saba kāhū| pharakahiṃ sukhada bilocana bāhū|| bharatahi sahita samāja uchāhū| milihahiṃ rāmu miṭahi dukha dāhū|| karata manoratha jasa jiya~ jāke| jāhiṃ saneha surā~ saba chāke|| sithila aṃga paga maga ḍagi ḍolahiṃ| bihabala bacana pema basa bolahiṃ|| rāmasakhā~ tehi samaya dekhāvā| saila siromani sahaja suhāvā|| jāsu samīpa sarita paya tīrā| sīya sameta basahiṃ dou bīrā|| dekhi karahiṃ saba daṃḍa pranāmā| kahi jaya jānaki jīvana rāmā|| prema magana asa rāja samājū| janu phiri avadha cale raghurājū|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata premu tehi samaya jasa tasa kahi sakai na seṣu| kabihiṃ agama jimi brahmasukhu aha mama malina janeṣu||225|

    Meaning

    Auspicious omens appeared to every one of them, and eyes and arms throbbed in the way that promises joy. Bharata and the whole company felt a rising eagerness: now they would meet Rama and the burning of their grief would be quenched. Each nursing the hope his own heart held, they went on like men drunk on the wine of affection — limbs slack, feet stumbling and swaying along the road, uttering broken words in the grip of love. At that moment Rama's friend pointed out the crest-jewel of mountains, lovely by its own nature, near which, on the bank of the river Payasvini, the two brothers dwelt with Sita. At the sight of it all fell flat in obeisance, crying, 'Victory to Rama, the very life of Janaki!' The royal company was so drowned in love that it seemed as if Raghuraja were himself returning to Ayodhya. Bharata's love in that hour, such as it was, not even Shesha could tell; it lies as far beyond the poet as the bliss of Brahman lies beyond men soiled by 'I' and 'mine'.

  226. Verse 226

    caupāī sakala saneha sithila raghubara keṃ| gae kosa dui dinakara ḍharakeṃ|| jalu thalu dekhi base nisi bīteṃ| kīnha gavana raghunātha pirīteṃ|| uhā~ rāmu rajanī avaseṣā| jāge sīya~ sapana asa dekhā|| sahita samāja bharata janu āe| nātha biyoga tāpa tana tāe|| sakala malina mana dīna dukhārī| dekhīṃ sāsu āna anuhārī|| suni siya sapana bhare jala locana| bhae socabasa soca bimocana|| lakhana sapana yaha nīka na hoī| kaṭhina kucāha sunāihi koī|| asa kahi baṃdhu sameta nahāne| pūji purāri sādhu sanamāne||

    Meaning

    All of them were so slackened by their love for Raghuvara that by the time the sun sank they had covered only two kos. Finding water and a fit piece of ground, they halted for the night, and when it had passed they journeyed on in their love for Raghunatha. There Rama awoke while some of the night still remained; Sita had seen a dream like this: that Bharata had come with the whole company, their bodies burning with the fever of separation from the Lord, every mind clouded, everyone wretched and grieving, and that she had seen her mothers-in-law with their appearance changed. Hearing Sita's dream, his eyes filled with tears, and he who releases all others from anxiety was himself seized by anxiety. 'Lakshmana, this dream is not good; someone will bring us hard and evil news.' So saying, he bathed with his brother, worshipped Shiva, the foe of Tripura, and paid honour to the holy men.

  227. Verse 227

    caupāī bahuri socabasa bhe siyaravanū| kārana kavana bharata āgavanū|| eka āi asa kahā bahorī| sena saṃga caturaṃga na thorī|| so suni rāmahi bhā ati socū| ita pitu baca ita baṃdhu sakocū|| bharata subhāu samujhi mana māhīṃ| prabhu cita hita thiti pāvata nāhī|| samādhāna taba bhā yaha jāne| bharatu kahe mahu~ sādhu sayāne|| lakhana lakheu prabhu hṛdaya~ khabhārū| kahata samaya sama nīti bicārū|| binu pū~cha kachu kahau~ gosāīṃ| sevaku samaya~ na ḍhīṭha ḍhiṭhāī|| tumha sarbagya siromani svāmī| āpani samujhi kahau~ anugāmī|| dohā/soraṭhā nātha suhrada suṭhi sarala cita sīla saneha nidhāna|| saba para prīti pratīti jiya~ jānia āpu samāna||227||

    Meaning

    Again the beloved lord of Sita fell to brooding: what could be the reason for Bharata's coming? Then one came and reported further that a fourfold army was marching with him, and no small one at that. Hearing this Rama grew deeply troubled — on this side stood his father's word, on that his delicacy of feeling for his brother. Turning Bharata's nature over in his mind, the Lord's heart could still find no comfortable footing. Then he was set at rest by this thought, that Bharata is counted among the good and the wise. Lakshmana marked the disquiet in the Lord's heart and, speaking counsel suited to the hour, said: 'Master, I say something unasked; a servant who speaks at the right moment is not impudent, nor is this impudence. You are my lord, the crest-jewel of the all-knowing, and I who follow you speak only by my own understanding. Lord, you are a true well-wisher, utterly guileless of heart, a treasury of good nature and affection; you keep love and trust towards all, and in your heart you take everyone to be like yourself.'

  228. Verse 228

    caupāī biṣaī jīva pāi prabhutāī| mūṛha moha basa hohiṃ janāī|| bharatu nīti rata sādhu sujānā| prabhu pada prema sakala jagu jānā|| teū āju rāma padu pāī| cale dharama marajāda meṭāī|| kuṭila kubaṃdha kuavasaru tākī| jāni rāma banavāsa ekākī|| kari kumaṃtru mana sāji samājū| āe karai akaṃṭaka rājū|| koṭi prakāra kalapi kuṭalāī| āe dala baṭori dou bhāī|| jauṃ jiya~ hoti na kapaṭa kucālī| kehi sohāti ratha bāji gajālī|| bharatahi dosu dei ko jāe~| jaga baurāi rāja padu pāe~|| dohā/soraṭhā sasi gura tiya gāmī naghuṣu caṛheu bhūmisura jāna| loka beda teṃ bimukha bhā adhama na bena samāna||228||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana went on: 'Creatures given to the senses, once they come by lordship, are made fools by delusion and betray what they really are. Bharata is devoted to right conduct, good and wise, and the whole world knows his love for your feet; yet today, having got Rama's own place, even he has set out wiping away the bounds of dharma. The crooked, false kinsman watched for his evil moment, knowing that Rama was alone in the forest; he took wicked counsel in his heart, mustered his host and has come to make his rule free of thorns. Contriving crookedness in a million shapes, the two brothers have gathered an army and come. Were there no fraud and no ill design in his mind, whose taste would run to chariots, horses and troops of elephants? Yet who would go and lay the blame on Bharata? The whole world runs mad on getting a throne. The moon went in to his preceptor's wife; Nahusha rode in a litter borne by brahmins; and none was so base as Vena, who turned his face from world and Veda alike.'

  229. Verse 229

    caupāī sahasabāhu suranāthu trisaṃkū| kehi na rājamada dīnha kalaṃkū|| bharata kīnha yaha ucita upāū| ripu rina raṃca na rākhaba kāū|| eka kīnhi nahiṃ bharata bhalāī| nidare rāmu jāni asahāī|| samujhi parihi sou āju biseṣī| samara saroṣa rāma mukhu pekhī|| etanā kahata nīti rasa bhūlā| rana rasa biṭapu pulaka misa phūlā|| prabhu pada baṃdi sīsa raja rākhī| bole satya sahaja balu bhāṣī|| anucita nātha na mānaba morā| bharata hamahi upacāra na thorā|| kaha~ lagi sahia rahia manu māreṃ| nātha sātha dhanu hātha hamāreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā chatri jāti raghukula janamu rāma anuga jagu jāna| lātahu~ māreṃ caṛhati sira nīca ko dhūri samāna||229||

    Meaning

    'Sahasrabahu, the lord of the gods, Trishanku — whom has the intoxication of royal power not disgraced? Bharata has hit upon the proper expedient: of an enemy or a debt one should never leave the least remainder. In one thing alone has Bharata fallen short of goodness — he has slighted Rama, taking him for a man without help. That too he will grasp today, and grasp it well, when he looks upon Rama's angry face in battle.' Saying only so much, Lakshmana lost all taste for prudent speech, and the tree of the martial mood flowered in him, the thrill upon his skin its blossom. Then, bowing at the Lord's feet and setting their dust upon his head, he spoke, telling the plain truth of his own inborn strength: 'Do not take my words as unfitting, master; the treatment Bharata has given us is no small thing. How long is a man to endure it and live with his heart beaten down, when the Lord stands at my side and the bow is in my hand? Kshatriya by caste, born in the line of Raghu, and known to the whole world as Rama's follower — even dust, when it is kicked, climbs onto the head; who then is as low as dust?'

  230. Verse 230

    caupāī uṭhi kara jori rajāyasu māgā| manahu~ bīra rasa sovata jāgā|| bā~dhi jaṭā sira kasi kaṭi bhāthā| sāji sarāsanu sāyaku hāthā|| āju rāma sevaka jasu leū~| bharatahi samara sikhāvana deū~|| rāma nirādara kara phalu pāī| sovahu~ samara seja dou bhāī|| āi banā bhala sakala samājū| pragaṭa karau~ risa pāchila ājū|| jimi kari nikara dalai mṛgarājū| lei lapeṭi lavā jimi bājū|| taisehiṃ bharatahi sena sametā| sānuja nidari nipātau~ khetā|| jauṃ sahāya kara saṃkaru āī| tau mārau~ rana rāma dohāī|| dohā/soraṭhā ati saroṣa mākhe lakhanu lakhi suni sapatha pravāna| sabhaya loka saba lokapati cāhata bhabhari bhagāna||230||

    Meaning

    He rose, joined his palms and asked leave to go, as though the heroic mood had woken from sleep within him. Binding his matted hair upon his head, tightening the quiver at his waist, he made his bow ready and took an arrow in his hand. 'Today let me earn the name of Rama's servant and give Bharata his lesson on the field. Let the two brothers taste the fruit of slighting Rama and lie down upon the bed of battle. It is well that the whole company has come; today I shall bring out the anger I have long carried. As the lion tears through a herd of elephants, as a hawk seizes a quail and wraps it up, so shall I scorn Bharata with his army and his younger brother and lay them low upon the field. And if Shankara himself should come to his aid, then — I swear by Rama — him too I shall strike down in the fight.' Seeing Lakshmana blazing with anger and hearing so binding an oath, all the worlds were seized with dread, and even the guardians of the worlds wished to break and flee.

  231. Verse 231

    caupāī jagu bhaya magana gagana bhai bānī| lakhana bāhubalu bipula bakhānī|| tāta pratāpa prabhāu tumhārā| ko kahi sakai ko jānanihārā|| anucita ucita kāju kichu hoū| samujhi karia bhala kaha sabu koū|| sahasā kari pāchaiṃ pachitāhīṃ| kahahiṃ beda budha te budha nāhīṃ|| suni sura bacana lakhana sakucāne| rāma sīya~ sādara sanamāne|| kahī tāta tumha nīti suhāī| saba teṃ kaṭhina rājamadu bhāī|| jo acava~ta nṛpa mātahiṃ teī| nāhina sādhusabhā jehiṃ seī|| sunahu lakhana bhala bharata sarīsā| bidhi prapaṃca maha~ sunā na dīsā|| dohā/soraṭhā bharatahi hoi na rājamadu bidhi hari hara pada pāi|| kabahu~ ki kā~jī sīkarani chīrasiṃdhu binasāi||231||

    Meaning

    The world sank in fear, and a voice spoke out of the sky, praising Lakshmana's strength of arm at length: 'Dear one, who can tell your glory and your power, who is there that can even know it? Yet whatever the deed may be, wrong or right, everyone says it is well to weigh it before doing it. Those who act in haste and repent afterwards — the Vedas and the learned say such men are not wise.' Hearing the words of the gods Lakshmana was abashed, and Rama and Sita honoured him with respect. Rama said, 'Dear brother, the prudence you have spoken is fair; but of all things the intoxication of kingship is the hardest to withstand. Only those kings are made drunk by that draught who have never served the company of the good. Listen, Lakshmana — in the whole of Brahma's creation I have neither heard of nor seen one as good as Bharata. No pride of rule could touch Bharata though he were given the station of Brahma, Vishnu or Shiva. Was ever an ocean of milk curdled by a spatter of sour rice-water?'

  232. Verse 232

    caupāī timiru taruna taranihi maku gilaī| gaganu magana maku meghahiṃ milaī|| gopada jala būṛahiṃ ghaṭajonī| sahaja chamā baru chāṛai chonī|| masaka phū~ka maku meru uṛāī| hoi na nṛpamadu bharatahi bhāī|| lakhana tumhāra sapatha pitu ānā| suci subaṃdhu nahiṃ bharata samānā|| saguna khīru avaguna jalu tātā| milai racai parapaṃcu bidhātā|| bharatu haṃsa rabibaṃsa taṛāgā| janami kīnha guna doṣa bibhāgā|| gahi guna paya taji avaguna bārī| nija jasa jagata kīnhi ujiārī|| kahata bharata guna sīlu subhāū| pema payodhi magana raghurāū|| dohā/soraṭhā suni raghubara bānī bibudha dekhi bharata para hetu| sakala sarāhata rāma so prabhu ko kṛpāniketu||232||

    Meaning

    'Darkness may perhaps swallow the sun at its height; the sky may perhaps sink and dissolve into a cloud; the pot-born sage may drown in the water standing in a cow's hoofprint; the earth may even give up her inborn forbearance; a gnat's puff of breath may blow away Mount Meru — but the pride of kingship, brother, will never come upon Bharata. Lakshmana, I swear by you and by our father: there is no brother so pure and so good as Bharata. Virtues are milk and faults are water, dear one, and the Creator blends the two to fashion this world of appearances. Bharata is a swan and the solar line his lake; by being born he has drawn the division between merit and fault, taking the milk of virtue and leaving the water of fault, and with his own fame he has lit up the world.' Telling over Bharata's virtues, his conduct and his nature, the Lord of Raghus was drowned in an ocean of love. Hearing Raghubara's words and seeing such affection in him for Bharata, the gods all praised him: who is such a master as Rama, the very dwelling-place of grace?

  233. Verse 233

    caupāī jauṃ na hota jaga janama bharata ko| sakala dharama dhura dharani dharata ko|| kabi kula agama bharata guna gāthā| ko jānai tumha binu raghunāthā|| lakhana rāma siya~ suni sura bānī| ati sukhu laheu na jāi bakhānī|| ihā~ bharatu saba sahita sahāe| maṃdākinīṃ punīta nahāe|| sarita samīpa rākhi saba logā| māgi mātu gura saciva niyogā|| cale bharatu jaha~ siya raghurāī| sātha niṣādanāthu laghu bhāī|| samujhi mātu karataba sakucāhīṃ| karata kutaraka koṭi mana māhīṃ|| rāmu lakhanu siya suni mama nāū~| uṭhi jani anata jāhiṃ taji ṭhāū~|| dohā/soraṭhā mātu mate mahu~ māni mohi jo kachu karahiṃ so thora| agha avaguna chami ādarahiṃ samujhi āpanī ora||233||

    Meaning

    'Had Bharata never been born into the world, who would have held up the whole axle of dharma upon the earth? The tale of his virtues lies beyond the reach of the entire tribe of poets; who but you, Raghunatha, can know it?' Hearing the speech of the gods, Lakshmana, Rama and Sita felt a joy too great to be told. Meanwhile Bharata, with all his companions, bathed in the holy Mandakini. Leaving the people beside the river and asking leave of the mothers, the preceptor and the minister, he set out for the place where Sita and the Lord of Raghus dwelt, the Nishada chief and his younger brother going with him. Recalling what his mother had done he shrank in shame, and a million wrong misgivings rose in his mind: 'Hearing my very name, may Rama, Lakshmana and Sita not rise and leave this place for another! If they count me a party to my mother's design, then whatever they do to me will be too little; or, looking to their own side, they may forgive my sin and my faults and receive me with honour.'

  234. Verse 234

    caupāī jauṃ pariharahiṃ malina manu jānī| jau sanamānahiṃ sevaku mānī|| moreṃ sarana rāmahi kī panahī| rāma susvāmi dosu saba janahī|| jaga jasa bhājana cātaka mīnā| nema pema nija nipuna nabīnā|| asa mana gunata cale maga jātā| sakuca saneha~ sithila saba gātā|| pherata manahu~ mātu kṛta khorī| calata bhagati bala dhīraja dhorī|| jaba samujhata raghunātha subhāū| taba patha parata utāila pāū|| bharata dasā tehi avasara kaisī| jala prabāha~ jala ali gati jaisī|| dekhi bharata kara socu sanehū| bhā niṣāda tehi samaya~ bidehū|| dohā/soraṭhā lage hona maṃgala saguna suni guni kahata niṣādu| miṭihi socu hoihi haraṣu puni parināma biṣādu||234||

    Meaning

    'Whether they cast me off, knowing my mind to be soiled, or receive me with honour, counting me their servant, my refuge is Rama's sandals. Rama is a good master; every fault is the servant's own. The chatak bird and the fish are the world's vessels of renown, each skilled and ever fresh in what is its own — the one in its vow, the other in its love.' Turning such thoughts over in his mind he went along the road, every limb slack with shame and love. It was as though the wrong his mother had done kept turning him back, while the strength of devotion, that upholder of fortitude, kept him walking on; and whenever he remembered Raghunatha's nature, his feet fell fast upon the path. What was Bharata's condition at that hour? It was like the motion of a water-fly in the rush of a stream. Seeing Bharata's anxiety and his love, the Nishada at that moment lost all awareness of his own body. Auspicious omens began to appear; hearing and pondering them the Nishada said, 'Your anxiety will end and there will be joy — and yet sorrow at the last.'

  235. Verse 235

    caupāī sevaka bacana satya saba jāne| āśrama nikaṭa jāi niarāne|| bharata dīkha bana saila samājū| mudita chudhita janu pāi sunājū|| īti bhīti janu prajā dukhārī| tribidha tāpa pīṛita graha mārī|| jāi surāja sudesa sukhārī| hohiṃ bharata gati tehi anuhārī|| rāma bāsa bana saṃpati bhrājā| sukhī prajā janu pāi surājā|| saciva birāgu bibeku naresū| bipina suhāvana pāvana desū|| bhaṭa jama niyama saila rajadhānī| sāṃti sumati suci suṃdara rānī|| sakala aṃga saṃpanna surāū| rāma carana āśrita cita cāū|| dohā/soraṭhā jīti moha mahipālu dala sahita bibeka bhuālu| karata akaṃṭaka rāju pura~ sukha saṃpadā sukālu||235||

    Meaning

    All found the servant's words to be true, and going forward they drew near the hermitage. Bharata beheld the whole array of forest and hill and was as glad as a starving man who has come by good food. As subjects made wretched by the fear of blight, tormented by the threefold anguish, by hostile planets and by pestilence, grow happy on reaching a well-ruled and goodly country, such was Bharata's condition then. The forest's wealth shone the brighter for Rama's dwelling in it, like a people grown content on getting a good king. Dispassion was the minister there and Discrimination the sovereign; the lovely woodland was his holy realm. Restraint and observance were his warriors, the hill his capital, and Peace and Right Understanding his pure and beautiful queens. That good king was complete in every limb of rule, and his heart was eager to take refuge at Rama's feet. Having conquered King Delusion together with all his host, King Discrimination reigns unchallenged, and in his city are happiness, wealth and plenty.

  236. Verse 236

    caupāī bana pradesa muni bāsa ghanere| janu pura nagara gāu~ gana khere|| bipula bicitra bihaga mṛga nānā| prajā samāju na jāi bakhānā|| khagahā kari hari bāgha barāhā| dekhi mahiṣa bṛṣa sāju sarāhā|| bayaru bihāi carahiṃ eka saṃgā| jaha~ taha~ manahu~ sena caturaṃgā|| jharanā jharahiṃ matta gaja gājahiṃ| manahu~ nisāna bibidhi bidhi bājahiṃ|| caka cakora cātaka suka pika gana| kūjata maṃju marāla mudita mana|| aligana gāvata nācata morā| janu surāja maṃgala cahu orā|| beli biṭapa tṛna saphala saphūlā| saba samāju muda maṃgala mūlā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma saila sobhā nirakhi bharata hṛdaya~ ati pemu| tāpasa tapa phalu pāi jimi sukhī sirāneṃ nemu||236||

    Meaning

    The forest tracts were thick with the dwellings of sages, like so many towns, cities, villages and hamlets. Birds and beasts of many kinds, abundant and strange, made a populace past all describing. Rhinoceros and elephant, lion, tiger and boar, buffalo and bull: seeing them, he praised the muster. Laying aside their enmity they graze together, here and there like a fourfold army drawn up. Waterfalls come tumbling down and rutting elephants trumpet, as though war drums of every kind were being beaten. There are flocks of chakwa, chakor and chatak, of parrot and cuckoo, and swans call sweetly with glad hearts. Swarms of bees make their music and peacocks dance, as if under a good king's rule there were rejoicing on all four sides. Creepers, trees and grasses are laden with fruit and flower, and the whole gathering is a wellspring of joy and blessing. Gazing on the beauty of Rama's hill, Bharata's heart overflowed with love, as an ascetic is made happy when his vow has run its course and he gains the fruit of his austerity.

  237. Verse 237

    caupāī taba kevaṭa ū~ceṃ caṛhi dhāī| kaheu bharata sana bhujā uṭhāī|| nātha dekhiahiṃ biṭapa bisālā| pākari jaṃbu rasāla tamālā|| jinha tarubaranha madhya baṭu sohā| maṃju bisāla dekhi manu mohā|| nīla saghana pallva phala lālā| abirala chāha~ sukhada saba kālā|| mānahu~ timira arunamaya rāsī| biracī bidhi sa~keli suṣamā sī|| e taru sarita samīpa gosā~ī| raghubara paranakuṭī jaha~ chāī|| tulasī tarubara bibidha suhāe| kahu~ kahu~ siya~ kahu~ lakhana lagāe|| baṭa chāyā~ bedikā banāī| siya~ nija pāni saroja suhāī|| dohā/soraṭhā jahā~ baiṭhi munigana sahita nita siya rāmu sujāna| sunahiṃ kathā itihāsa saba āgama nigama purāna||237||

    Meaning

    Then the boatman ran up to a high place, raised his arm and said to Bharata: 'My lord, look at those great trees, the pakar, the rose apple, the mango, the tamala. In the midst of those noble trees a banyan stands resplendent; lovely and vast, it charms the mind at first sight. Its dense foliage is dark and its fruit is red, and its unbroken shade is pleasant in every season, as though the Creator had gathered up a mass of darkness and of dawn's redness and shaped beauty itself out of it. These trees stand near the river, master, where Raghubara's leaf hut is thatched. Many fine tulsi plants and goodly trees are there, set here and there by Sita and here and there by Lakshmana; and in the banyan's shade Sita has raised a lovely altar with her own lotus hands, where, seated day by day with the company of sages, Sita and the all-wise Rama listen to tales and old histories, to all the Agamas, the Vedas and the Puranas.'

  238. Verse 238

    caupāī sakhā bacana suni biṭapa nihārī| umage bharata bilocana bārī|| karata pranāma cale dou bhāī| kahata prīti sārada sakucāī|| haraṣahiṃ nirakhi rāma pada aṃkā| mānahu~ pārasu pāyau raṃkā|| raja sira dhari hiya~ nayananhi lāvahiṃ| raghubara milana sarisa sukha pāvahiṃ|| dekhi bharata gati akatha atīvā| prema magana mṛga khaga jaṛa jīvā|| sakhahi saneha bibasa maga bhūlā| kahi supaṃtha sura baraṣahiṃ phūlā|| nirakhi siddha sādhaka anurāge| sahaja sanehu sarāhana lāge|| hota na bhūtala bhāu bharata ko| acara sacara cara acara karata ko|| dohā/soraṭhā pema amia maṃdaru birahu bharatu payodhi ga~bhīra| mathi pragaṭeu sura sādhu hita kṛpāsiṃdhu raghubīra||238||

    Meaning

    Hearing his friend's words and gazing at those trees, tears welled up in Bharata's eyes. The two brothers went on, making obeisance, and Sharada herself shrinks from telling their love. They rejoiced to see the marks of Rama's feet, like a beggar who has come upon the philosopher's stone; setting that dust on their heads and pressing it to heart and eyes, they found joy such as meeting Raghubara would give. Beholding Bharata's state, which no words can measure, beasts and birds and even the senseless creatures were drowned in love. His friend, overpowered by affection, lost the road; the gods showed them the right way and rained down flowers. Perfected ones and seekers, seeing this, were filled with love and began to praise his natural devotion: were Bharata's feeling not present on the earth, who would make the unmoving move and the moving grow still? Separation was the Mandara mountain and Bharata the fathomless ocean; and by churning it, for the good of gods and holy men, Raghubira, the sea of compassion, brought forth the nectar of love.

  239. Verse 239

    caupāī sakhā sameta manohara joṭā| lakheu na lakhana saghana bana oṭā|| bharata dīkha prabhu āśramu pāvana| sakala sumaṃgala sadanu suhāvana|| karata prabesa miṭe dukha dāvā| janu jogīṃ paramārathu pāvā|| dekhe bharata lakhana prabhu āge| pū~che bacana kahata anurāge|| sīsa jaṭā kaṭi muni paṭa bā~dheṃ| tūna kaseṃ kara saru dhanu kā~dheṃ|| bedī para muni sādhu samājū| sīya sahita rājata raghurājū|| balakala basana jaṭila tanu syāmā| janu muni beṣa kīnha rati kāmā|| kara kamalani dhanu sāyaku pherata| jiya kī jarani harata ha~si herata|| dohā/soraṭhā lasata maṃju muni maṃḍalī madhya sīya raghucaṃdu| gyāna sabhā~ janu tanu dhare bhagati saccidānaṃdu||239||

    Meaning

    The charming pair came on with their friend, but Lakshmana did not see them, screened by the thick forest. Bharata beheld the Lord's holy hermitage, that lovely abode of every blessing, and as he entered it the wildfire of his griefs was quenched, as though a yogi had attained the highest end. Bharata saw Lakshmana standing before the Lord, answering with loving words what had been asked of him: matted locks on his head, the hermit's cloth bound at his waist, the quiver strapped on, an arrow in his hand and the bow at his shoulder. On the altar sat the company of sages and holy men, and there, with Sita, the king of the Raghus shone: bark for his garment, his hair matted, his body dark, as if Rati and Kama had put on a hermit's guise; turning bow and shaft in his lotus hands, and with a smiling glance taking away the burning of the heart. Beautiful amid that circle of sages shone Sita and the Moon of the Raghus, as though in an assembly of Knowledge, Devotion and Being-Consciousness-Bliss had taken bodily form.

  240. Verse 240

    caupāī sānuja sakhā sameta magana mana| bisare haraṣa soka sukha dukha gana|| pāhi nātha kahi pāhi gosāī| bhūtala pare lakuṭa kī nāī|| bacana sapema lakhana pahicāne| karata pranāmu bharata jiya~ jāne|| baṃdhu saneha sarasa ehi orā| uta sāhiba sevā basa jorā|| mili na jāi nahiṃ gudarata banaī| sukabi lakhana mana kī gati bhanaī|| rahe rākhi sevā para bhārū| caṛhī caṃga janu khaiṃca khelārū|| kahata saprema nāi mahi māthā| bharata pranāma karata raghunāthā|| uṭhe rāmu suni pema adhīrā| kahu~ paṭa kahu~ niṣaṃga dhanu tīrā|| dohā/soraṭhā barabasa lie uṭhāi ura lāe kṛpānidhāna| bharata rāma kī milani lakhi bisare sabahi apāna||240||

    Meaning

    Bharata, with his younger brother and his friend, was so drowned in mind that he forgot all joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain. Crying 'Save me, lord! Save me, master!' he fell full length upon the ground like a staff. Lakshmana knew that loving voice and understood in his heart that Bharata was making obeisance. On this side was the sweetness of a brother's love, on that the binding claim of his master's service; he could neither go to meet him nor let the moment pass, and what good poet could tell the workings of Lakshmana's mind? He stayed where he was, laying the greater weight on service, like a kite that has risen and is held in by the player's pull upon the string. Then, bowing his head to the earth, he said with love, 'Raghunatha, Bharata is offering obeisance.' Hearing this, Rama rose, impatient with love, his garment left one way, his quiver, bow and arrows another. The Treasury of Mercy raised him up by force and clasped him to his breast; and seeing the meeting of Bharata and Rama, everyone forgot himself.

  241. Verse 241

    caupāī milani prīti kimi jāi bakhānī| kabikula agama karama mana bānī|| parama pema pūrana dou bhāī| mana budhi cita ahamiti bisarāī|| kahahu supema pragaṭa ko karaī| kehi chāyā kabi mati anusaraī|| kabihi aratha ākhara balu sā~cā| anuhari tāla gatihi naṭu nācā|| agama saneha bharata raghubara ko| jaha~ na jāi manu bidhi hari hara ko|| so maiṃ kumati kahauṃ kehi bhā~tī| bāja surāga ki gā~ḍara tā~tī|| milani biloki bharata raghubara kī| suragana sabhaya dhakadhakī dharakī|| samujhāe suraguru jaṛa jāge| baraṣi prasūna prasaṃsana lāge|| dohā/soraṭhā mili sapema ripusūdanahi kevaṭu bheṃṭeu rāma| bhūri bhāya~ bheṃṭe bharata lachimana karata pranāma||241||

    Meaning

    How is the love of that meeting to be told? It lies beyond the whole tribe of poets, in act, in thought and in word. Both brothers were filled to the brim with the highest love, forgetting mind, intellect, thought and every sense of 'I'. Tell me, who can set such love forth plainly, and what likeness is there for a poet's wit to follow after? A poet's real strength is meaning and syllable, and a dancer dances only as the beat moves him. The love between Bharata and Raghubara is unapproachable, a place where the minds of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva cannot go. How then shall I, dull of wit, describe it? Can a true melody be played upon a string of coarse grass? Watching Bharata and Raghubara meet, the gods took fright and their hearts thudded with alarm; the preceptor of the gods reasoned with them, and the dull ones woke and fell to raining down blossoms and uttering praise. Rama met Ripusudana with love and then embraced the ferryman, and with a great surge of feeling Bharata embraced Lakshmana as he was making his obeisance.

  242. Verse 242

    caupāī bheṃṭeu lakhana lalaki laghu bhāī| bahuri niṣādu līnha ura lāī|| puni munigana duhu~ bhāinha baṃde| abhimata āsiṣa pāi anaṃde|| sānuja bharata umagi anurāgā| dhari sira siya pada paduma parāgā|| puni puni karata pranāma uṭhāe| sira kara kamala parasi baiṭhāe|| sīya~ asīsa dīnhi mana māhīṃ| magana saneha~ deha sudhi nāhīṃ|| saba bidhi sānukūla lakhi sītā| bhe nisoca ura apaḍara bītā|| kou kichu kahai na kou kichu pū~chā| prema bharā mana nija gati chū~chā|| tehi avasara kevaṭu dhīraju dhari| jori pāni binavata pranāmu kari|| dohā/soraṭhā nātha sātha muninātha ke mātu sakala pura loga| sevaka senapa saciva saba āe bikala biyoga||242||

    Meaning

    Lakshmana embraced his youngest brother with eager affection and then took the Nishada to his heart. Next the two brothers saluted the company of sages and, receiving the blessings they had wished for in their minds, were filled with joy. Bharata and his younger brother, welling over with love, set upon their heads the dust of Sita's lotus-feet; and as they bowed again and again she raised them, touched their heads with her lotus hands and seated them. Sita gave her blessing inwardly, so drowned in affection that she had no awareness of her own body. Seeing her kind to them in every way, the brothers grew easy, and the groundless dread within them passed away. No one said anything, no one asked anything, for minds brimming with love had lost their own ordinary motion. At that moment the ferryman gathered his courage, joined his palms, bowed and made his petition: 'Lord, along with the lord of sages have come all the mothers and the whole population of the city; servants, commanders of the army and ministers have all come, wretched with separation from you.'

  243. Verse 243

    caupāī sīlasiṃdhu suni gura āgavanū| siya samīpa rākhe ripudavanū|| cale sabega rāmu tehi kālā| dhīra dharama dhura dīnadayālā|| gurahi dekhi sānuja anurāge| daṃḍa pranāma karana prabhu lāge|| munibara dhāi lie ura lāī| prema umagi bheṃṭe dou bhāī|| prema pulaki kevaṭa kahi nāmū| kīnha dūri teṃ daṃḍa pranāmū|| rāmasakhā riṣi barabasa bheṃṭā| janu mahi luṭhata saneha sameṭā|| raghupati bhagati sumaṃgala mūlā| nabha sarāhi sura barisahiṃ phūlā|| ehi sama nipaṭa nīca kou nāhīṃ| baṛa basiṣṭha sama ko jaga māhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā jehi lakhi lakhanahu teṃ adhika mile mudita munirāu| so sītāpati bhajana ko pragaṭa pratāpa prabhāu||243||

    Meaning

    Hearing of the guru's coming, that ocean of gentleness set Shatrughna, the queller of foes, beside Sita, and at that moment Rama went out swiftly, the steadfast one who bears the burden of dharma, merciful to the lowly. Seeing the guru, he and his younger brother were overcome with love, and the Lord began to prostrate himself at full length; but the best of sages ran forward, gathered them up and, love brimming over, embraced both brothers. Thrilling with love, the ferryman spoke his name and made his prostration from a distance, and the sage embraced Rama's friend whether he would or not, as though gathering up affection that lay rolling on the ground. Devotion to Raghupati is the root of all good fortune: praising it from the sky, the gods rained down flowers. There is no one so utterly lowly as this man, and who in the world is as great as Vasishtha? That the lord of sages, on seeing him, met him gladly and with even more warmth than he had shown Lakshmana is the manifest glory and power of worshipping Sita's lord.

  244. Verse 244

    caupāī ārata loga rāma sabu jānā| karunākara sujāna bhagavānā|| jo jehi bhāya~ rahā abhilāṣī| tehi tehi kai tasi tasi rukha rākhī|| sānuja mili pala mahu saba kāhū| kīnha dūri dukhu dāruna dāhū|| yaha baṛi bāta~ rāma kai nāhīṃ| jimi ghaṭa koṭi eka rabi chāhīṃ|| mili kevaṭihi umagi anurāgā| purajana sakala sarāhahiṃ bhāgā|| dekhīṃ rāma dukhita mahatārīṃ| janu subeli avalīṃ hima mārīṃ|| prathama rāma bheṃṭī kaikeī| sarala subhāya~ bhagati mati bheī|| paga pari kīnha prabodhu bahorī| kāla karama bidhi sira dhari khorī|| dohā/soraṭhā bheṭīṃ raghubara mātu saba kari prabodhu paritoṣu|| aṃba īsa ādhīna jagu kāhu na deia doṣu||244||

    Meaning

    Rama, the mine of compassion and the all-knowing Lord, understood that all the people were in distress; and whatever the feeling with which each one longed for him, in just that way he showed each one his favour. With his younger brother he met every single person in a moment and took away their sorrow and their cruel burning. This is no great matter for Rama: a million water-pots hold the reflection of one sun. He met the ferryman with a rush of affection, and all the townspeople praised the man's good fortune. Then Rama saw his mothers in their grief, like a row of lovely creepers struck by frost. Rama went first to Kaikeyi, and his artless nature and loving reverence steeped her mind through and through. He fell at her feet and then consoled her, laying the blame upon time, upon karma and upon the Creator's decree. So Raghubara met all the mothers, reasoning with them and setting their hearts at rest: 'Mother, the world is subject to God; no one at all should be held to blame.'

  245. Verse 245

    caupāī guratiya pada baṃde duhu bhāī| sahita bipratiya je sa~ga āī|| gaṃga gauri sama saba sanamānīṃ||dehiṃ asīsa mudita mṛdu bānī|| gahi pada lage sumitrā aṃkā| janu bheṭīṃ saṃpati ati raṃkā|| puni janani caranani dou bhrātā| pare pema byākula saba gātā|| ati anurāga aṃba ura lāe| nayana saneha salila anhavāe|| tehi avasara kara haraṣa biṣādū| kimi kabi kahai mūka jimi svādū|| mili jananahi sānuja raghurāū| gura sana kaheu ki dhāria pāū|| purajana pāi munīsa niyogū| jala thala taki taki utareu logū|| dohā/soraṭhā mahisura maṃtrī mātu gura gane loga lie sātha|| pāvana āśrama gavanu kiya bharata lakhana raghunātha||245||

    Meaning

    The two brothers bowed at the feet of the guru's wife and of the brahmana women who had come with her, honouring them all as they would Ganga and Gauri; and gladly, in gentle words, the women gave their blessings. Clasping her feet, the brothers were drawn into Sumitra's lap, as though a beggar had come suddenly upon riches. Then both brothers fell at the feet of their mother, every limb of them helpless with love, and with deep affection she pressed them to her heart and bathed them in the tender water of her eyes. How is a poet to tell the joy and the sorrow of that hour? A mute man cannot tell a taste. Having met his mother, Raghurai with his younger brother asked the guru to be pleased to set forth. Receiving the great sage's command, the townspeople looked out spots of water and dry ground and settled there. Taking with them the brahmanas, the ministers, the mothers, the guru and a chosen few of the people, Bharata, Lakshmana and Raghunatha went on to the holy hermitage.

  246. Verse 246

    caupāī sīya āi munibara paga lāgī| ucita asīsa lahī mana māgī|| gurapatinihi munitiyanha sametā| milī pemu kahi jāi na jetā|| baṃdi baṃdi paga siya sabahī ke| āsirabacana lahe priya jī ke|| sāsu sakala jaba sīya~ nihārīṃ| mūde nayana sahami sukumārīṃ|| parīṃ badhika basa manahu~ marālīṃ| kāha kīnha karatāra kucālīṃ|| tinha siya nirakhi nipaṭa dukhu pāvā| so sabu sahia jo daiu sahāvā|| janakasutā taba ura dhari dhīrā| nīla nalina loyana bhari nīrā|| milī sakala sāsunha siya jāī| tehi avasara karunā mahi chāī|| dohā/soraṭhā lāgi lāgi paga sabani siya bheṃṭati ati anurāga|| hṛdaya~ asīsahiṃ pema basa rahiahu bharī sohāga||246||

    Meaning

    Sita came and touched the great sage's feet, and received just the blessing her heart had asked for. She met the guru's wife along with the wives of the sages, with a love beyond all telling. Bowing again and again at the feet of every one of them, Sita received words of blessing dear to her heart. But when Sita looked upon all her mothers-in-law, the tender lady flinched and closed her eyes: the queens seemed like swan-hens fallen into a fowler's hands. What a cruel trick the Creator has played! The queens too were pierced with utter grief at the sight of Sita, yet all must be borne that fate gives one to bear. Then Janaka's daughter steadied her heart, her eyes like blue lotuses brimming with tears, and went and met all her mothers-in-law; at that hour pity lay spread over the earth. Touching the feet of each in turn, Sita embraced them with the deepest love, and they, overcome with affection, blessed her in their hearts: may you remain ever full of wedded happiness.

  247. Verse 247

    caupāī bikala saneha~ sīya saba rānīṃ| baiṭhana sabahi kaheu gura gyānīṃ|| kahi jaga gati māyika munināthā| kahe kachuka paramāratha gāthā|| nṛpa kara surapura gavanu sunāvā| suni raghunātha dusaha dukhu pāvā|| marana hetu nija nehu bicārī| bhe ati bikala dhīra dhura dhārī|| kulisa kaṭhora sunata kaṭu bānī| bilapata lakhana sīya saba rānī|| soka bikala ati sakala samājū| mānahu~ rāju akājeu ājū|| munibara bahuri rāma samujhāe| sahita samāja susarita nahāe|| bratu niraṃbu tehi dina prabhu kīnhā| munihu kaheṃ jalu kāhu~ na līnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā bhoru bhae~ raghunaṃdanahi jo muni āyasu dīnha|| śraddhā bhagati sameta prabhu so sabu sādaru kīnha||247||

    Meaning

    Sita and all the queens were beside themselves with love and grief, and the wise guru (Vasishtha) bade everyone be seated. The lord of sages spoke of the illusory course of the world and told something of the highest truth; then he made known the king's passing to the city of the gods, and hearing it Raghunatha bore unbearable pain. Reflecting that it was affection for him that had caused that death, he who upholds the whole burden of fortitude was utterly overcome. At those bitter words, hard as a falling thunderbolt, Lakshmana, Sita and all the queens wept aloud, and the entire assembly was so stricken with sorrow that it seemed the kingdom had been undone that very day. The great sage consoled Rama once more, and with the assembly he bathed in the holy stream. That day the Lord kept a fast without even water, and though the sage bade them drink, not one of them would take a drop. At daybreak, whatever the sage directed Raghunandana to do, the Lord performed it all reverently, with faith and devotion.

  248. Verse 248

    caupāī kari pitu kriyā beda jasi baranī| bhe punīta pātaka tama taranī|| jāsu nāma pāvaka agha tūlā| sumirata sakala sumaṃgala mūlā|| suddha so bhayau sādhu saṃmata asa| tīratha āvāhana surasari jasa|| suddha bhae~ dui bāsara bīte| bole gura sana rāma pirīte|| nātha loga saba nipaṭa dukhārī| kaṃda mūla phala aṃbu ahārī|| sānuja bharatu saciva saba mātā| dekhi mohi pala jimi juga jātā|| saba sameta pura dhāria pāū| āpu ihā~ amarāvati rāū|| bahuta kaheu~ saba kiyau~ ḍhiṭhāī| ucita hoi tasa karia gosā~ī|| dohā/soraṭhā dharma setu karunāyatana kasa na kahahu asa rāma| loga dukhita dina dui darasa dekhi lahahu~ biśrāma||248||

    Meaning

    Having performed his father's last rites as the Vedas prescribe, he became pure — he who is himself the sun to the darkness of sin, whose name is fire to the cotton of transgressions, and whose remembrance is the root of every blessing. That he should thus be purified is what the saints hold fitting, just as the holy fords are invoked into the Ganga, which is pure already. Two days passed after the purification, and then Rama spoke lovingly to his guru: 'Lord, all these people are utterly wretched, living upon bulbs, roots, fruit and water. Seeing Bharata with his younger brother, the ministers and all my mothers in this state, a single moment passes for me like an age. Be pleased to set out for the city with them all; the king has gone to Amaravati, and you are here. I have said too much and done it all out of boldness; do, my master, whatever is proper.' The guru answered, 'Bridge of dharma, dwelling of compassion — how should you not speak so, Rama? But the people are in distress: let them behold you two days more and find rest.'

  249. Verse 249

    caupāī rāma bacana suni sabhaya samājū| janu jalanidhi mahu~ bikala jahājū|| suni gura girā sumaṃgala mūlā| bhayau manahu~ māruta anukulā|| pāvana paya~ tihu~ kāla nahāhīṃ| jo biloki aṃgha ogha nasāhīṃ|| maṃgalamūrati locana bhari bhari| nirakhahiṃ haraṣi daṃḍavata kari kari|| rāma saila bana dekhana jāhīṃ| jaha~ sukha sakala sakala dukha nāhīṃ|| jharanā jharihiṃ sudhāsama bārī| tribidha tāpahara tribidha bayārī|| biṭapa beli tṛna aganita jātī| phala prasūna pallava bahu bhā~tī|| suṃdara silā sukhada taru chāhīṃ| jāi barani bana chabi kehi pāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā sarani saroruha jala bihaga kūjata guṃjata bhṛṃga| baira bigata biharata bipina mṛga bihaṃga bahuraṃga||249||

    Meaning

    Hearing Rama's words the assembly was seized with fear, like a ship tossed helpless in mid-ocean; but hearing the guru's reply, the root of all good fortune, it was as though a favourable wind had risen. Three times a day they bathe in that holy water, the mere sight of which destroys whole floods of sin, and with brimming eyes they gaze in delight upon the embodiment of blessing, prostrating themselves again and again. They go to see Rama's hill and forest, where every joy is present and no sorrow at all: waterfalls pour down water like nectar, and a breeze of three kinds blows that carries away the threefold affliction. Trees, creepers and grasses of countless species bear fruit, blossom and leaf of many sorts; there are lovely rocks and the pleasant shade of trees — from whom could one obtain a description of that woodland's beauty? In the pools are lotuses, water-birds calling and bees humming; and deer and birds of many colours, all enmity forgotten, wander at play through the forest.

  250. Verse 250

    caupāī kola kirāta bhilla banabāsī| madhu suci suṃdara svādu sudhā sī|| bhari bhari parana puṭīṃ raci rurī| kaṃda mūla phala aṃkura jūrī|| sabahi dehiṃ kari binaya pranāmā| kahi kahi svāda bheda guna nāmā|| dehiṃ loga bahu mola na lehīṃ| pherata rāma dohāī dehīṃ|| kahahiṃ saneha magana mṛdu bānī| mānata sādhu pema pahicānī|| tumha sukṛtī hama nīca niṣādā| pāvā darasanu rāma prasādā|| hamahi agama ati darasu tumhārā| jasa maru dharani devadhuni dhārā|| rāma kṛpāla niṣāda nevājā| parijana prajau cahia jasa rājā|| dohā/soraṭhā yaha jiṃya~ jāni sa~kocu taji karia chohu lakhi nehu| hamahi kṛtāratha karana lagi phala tṛna aṃkura lehu||250||

    Meaning

    The Kols, Kiratas and Bhils, dwellers of the forest, bring honey — pure, lovely and sweet as nectar — heaped into shapely cups deftly folded out of leaves, along with bulbs and roots, fruit, shoots and clusters. They offer these to everyone with humble salutations, naming each thing and telling its taste, its kind and its virtue. The people press good money on them, but they will not take it; and if anyone tries to hand the gifts back, they adjure them by Rama's name to keep them. Sunk in affection they say in gentle words, 'Good people accept a gift when they recognize the love behind it. You are people of merit, we are lowly Nishadas; it is by Rama's grace that we have had this sight of you. Your presence is as far beyond our reach as the stream of the river of the gods is from the desert sands. Gracious Rama has shown his favour to a Nishada, and household and subjects should be such as the king himself is. Know this in your hearts and lay your reluctance aside; look upon our love and be kind to us; and to make us blessed, take these fruits, these grasses and shoots.'

  251. Verse 251

    caupāī tumha priya pāhune bana pagu dhāre| sevā jogu na bhāga hamāre|| deba kāha hama tumhahi gosā~ī| īdhanu pāta kirāta mitāī|| yaha hamāri ati baṛi sevakāī| lehi na bāsana basana corāī|| hama jaṛa jīva jīva gana ghātī| kuṭila kucālī kumati kujātī|| pāpa karata nisi bāsara jāhīṃ| nahiṃ paṭa kaṭi nahi peṭa aghāhīṃ|| saponehu~ dharama buddhi kasa kāū| yaha raghunaṃdana darasa prabhāū|| jaba teṃ prabhu pada paduma nihāre| miṭe dusaha dukha doṣa hamāre|| bacana sunata purajana anurāge| tinha ke bhāga sarāhana lāge||

    Meaning

    'You are dear guests who have set foot in our forest, but our fortune is not such as to be worthy of serving you. What can we give you, master? Firewood and leaves — a Kirata's friendship reaches no further than that. Indeed, our greatest service is this, that we do not steal your vessels and your clothes. We are dull creatures and slayers of living things — crooked, ill-conducted, evil-minded, of vile birth. Our nights and days pass in wrongdoing, and still there is no cloth about our loins nor is our belly ever filled. How could a righteous thought ever have come to us, even in a dream? This is the effect of beholding Raghunandana. Since we looked upon the Lord's lotus feet, our unbearable griefs and our faults have been wiped away.' Hearing these words the people of the city were moved with love and began to praise the good fortune of those foresters.

  252. Verse 252

    caupāī pura jana nāri magana ati prītī| bāsara jāhiṃ palaka sama bītī|| sīya sāsu prati beṣa banāī| sādara karai sarisa sevakāī|| lakhā na maramu rāma binu kāhū~| māyā saba siya māyā māhū~|| sīya~ sāsu sevā basa kīnhīṃ| tinha lahi sukha sikha āsiṣa dīnhīṃ|| lakhi siya sahita sarala dou bhāī| kuṭila rāni pachitāni aghāī|| avani jamahi jācati kaikeī| mahi na bīcu bidhi mīcu na deī|| lokahu~ beda bidita kabi kahahīṃ| rāma bimukha thalu naraka na lahahīṃ|| yahu saṃsau saba ke mana māhīṃ| rāma gavanu bidhi avadha ki nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nisi na nīda nahiṃ bhūkha dina bharatu bikala suci soca| nīca kīca bica magana jasa mīnahi salila sa~koca||252||

    Meaning

    The men and women of the city were so steeped in love that their days slipped past like the blinking of an eye. Sita took a separate form for each of her husband's mothers and rendered equal service to every one of them with reverence; none but Rama perceived the mystery of it, for all illusion is contained within Sita's own power of illusion. By her service Sita won the hearts of those mothers, and they, comforted, gave her counsel and their blessing. Watching Sita and the two guileless brothers, the crooked queen repented her fill: Kaikeyi begged of the earth and of Yama, but the ground would not open a crack for her, nor would the Creator grant her death. It is known in the world and in the Vedas, and poets declare it too, that those who turn away from Rama find no place even in hell. And this doubt lay in every mind: will providence bring Rama back to Ayodhya or not? No sleep by night and no hunger by day — Bharata was distraught with pure anxiety, like a fish sunk in shallow mud and straitened for water.

  253. Verse 253

    caupāī kīnhī mātu misa kāla kucālī| īti bhīti jasa pākata sālī|| kehi bidhi hoi rāma abhiṣekū| mohi avakalata upāu na ekū|| avasi phirahiṃ gura āyasu mānī| muni puni kahaba rāma ruci jānī|| mātu kahehu~ bahurahiṃ raghurāū| rāma janani haṭha karabi ki kāū|| mohi anucara kara ketika bātā| tehi maha~ kusamau bāma bidhātā|| jauṃ haṭha karau~ ta nipaṭa kukaramū| haragiri teṃ guru sevaka dharamū|| ekau juguti na mana ṭhaharānī| socata bharatahi raini bihānī|| prāta nahāi prabhuhi sira nāī| baiṭhata paṭhae riṣaya~ bolāī|| dohā/soraṭhā gura pada kamala pranāmu kari baiṭhe āyasu pāi| bipra mahājana saciva saba jure sabhāsada āi||253||

    Meaning

    Bharata turned it over in his mind: 'Fate has played a wicked stroke, taking my mother for its pretext, like the terror of blight falling on the rice just as it ripens. By what means can Rama's consecration now take place? Not one device presents itself to me. He would surely turn back if he accepted the Guru's order; yet the sage will speak only once he has learnt Rama's own wish. If his mother asked it, Raghuraja would return; but will Rama's mother ever press him? And I am only a servant: how much weight can any word of mine carry? Besides, the hour is unlucky and the Creator set against me. Yet if I press him by force, it is an outright misdeed, for a servant's duty weighs heavier than Shiva's mountain.' Not a single plan would settle in his mind, and so brooding, Bharata's night wore away into dawn. At daybreak he bathed, bowed his head to the Lord, and had scarcely seated himself when the sage sent to call him. Bowing at the Guru's lotus feet, he took the permission given and sat down; and the brahmins, the leading citizens, the ministers, all the councillors gathered and came in.

  254. Verse 254

    caupāī bole munibaru samaya samānā| sunahu sabhāsada bharata sujānā|| dharama dhurīna bhānukula bhānū| rājā rāmu svabasa bhagavānū|| satyasaṃdha pālaka śruti setū| rāma janamu jaga maṃgala hetū|| gura pitu mātu bacana anusārī| khala dalu dalana deva hitakārī|| nīti prīti paramāratha svārathu| kou na rāma sama jāna jathārathu|| bidhi hari haru sasi rabi disipālā| māyā jīva karama kuli kālā|| ahipa mahipa jaha~ lagi prabhutāī| joga siddhi nigamāgama gāī|| kari bicāra jiṃya~ dekhahu nīkeṃ| rāma rajāi sīsa sabahī keṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā rākheṃ rāma rajāi rukha hama saba kara hita hoi| samujhi sayāne karahu aba saba mili saṃmata soi||254||

    Meaning

    The great sage spoke words fitted to the occasion: 'Hear me, councillors, and you, wise Bharata. King Rama, who bears the yoke of dharma and is the very sun of the solar line, is the Lord himself, subject to none. True to his pledge and guardian of the bounds the Vedas have set, his birth is the cause of the world's blessing. He follows the word of Guru, father and mother; he crushes the ranks of the wicked and works the good of the gods. In statecraft, in love, in the highest good and in worldly interest, none knows the truth of the matter as Rama knows it. Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, the moon, the sun, the guardians of the quarters, Maya, the living soul, the whole host of deeds and Time itself; the lord of serpents, the kings of earth, whatever lordship there is anywhere, and the powers of yoga that the Vedas and scriptures sing of. Weigh it well in your minds and see: upon the head of every one of these rests Rama's command. In holding to Rama's will and pleasure lies the good of us all. Understand this, you wise men, and now let all agree together and do what is decided.'

  255. Verse 255

    caupāī saba kahu~ sukhada rāma abhiṣekū| maṃgala moda mūla maga ekū|| kehi bidhi avadha calahiṃ raghurāū| kahahu samujhi soi karia upāū|| saba sādara suni munibara bānī| naya paramāratha svāratha sānī|| utaru na āva loga bhae bhore| taba siru nāi bharata kara jore|| bhānubaṃsa bhae bhūpa ghanere| adhika eka teṃ eka baṛere|| janamu hetu saba kaha~ pitu mātā| karama subhāsubha dei bidhātā|| dali dukha sajai sakala kalyānā| asa asīsa rāuri jagu jānā|| so gosāi~ bidhi gati jehiṃ cheṃkī| sakai ko ṭāri ṭeka jo ṭekī|| dohā/soraṭhā būjhia mohi upāu aba so saba mora abhāgu| suni sanehamaya bacana gura ura umagā anurāgu||255||

    Meaning

    The sage went on: 'Rama's consecration brings joy to all; it is the one road, the root of every blessing and delight. By what means will Raghuraja go to Ayodhya? Consider it and say, and let that course be adopted.' All listened reverently to the great sage's speech, steeped as it was in statecraft, in the highest good and in their own interest; but no answer came, and the people sat dazed. Then Bharata bowed his head, joined his palms and said: 'Many kings have been born in the solar line, each greater than the last. For all men father and mother are the cause of birth, and the Creator allots the fruit of deeds good and evil; but it is your blessing that destroys sorrow and sets every good in order, as the whole world knows. Master, you have checked the very course of fate: who can turn aside a stand once you have taken it? That you should now ask a plan of me is nothing but my own ill fortune.' Hearing words so full of affection, love welled up in the Guru's heart.

  256. Verse 256

    caupāī tāta bāta phuri rāma kṛpāhīṃ| rāma bimukha sidhi sapanehu~ nāhīṃ|| sakucau~ tāta kahata eka bātā| aradha tajahiṃ budha sarabasa jātā|| tumha kānana gavanahu dou bhāī| pheriahiṃ lakhana sīya raghurāī|| suni subacana haraṣe dou bhrātā| bhe pramoda paripūrana gātā|| mana prasanna tana teju birājā| janu jiya rāu rāmu bhae rājā|| bahuta lābha loganha laghu hānī| sama dukha sukha saba rovahiṃ rānī|| kahahiṃ bharatu muni kahā so kīnhe| phalu jaga jīvanha abhimata dīnhe|| kānana karau~ janama bhari bāsū| ehiṃ teṃ adhika na mora supāsū|| dohā/soraṭhā a~tarajāmī rāmu siya tumha sarabagya sujāna| jo phura kahahu ta nātha nija kījia bacanu pravāna||256||

    Meaning

    The Guru said: 'Son, what you say is true: all rests on Rama's grace, and for one who turns away from Rama there is no success even in a dream. Yet I shrink, my son, from saying one thing: when the whole is being lost, the wise let half go. Let the two of you brothers go to the forest, and let Lakshmana, Sita and Raghuraja be turned back.' Hearing that welcome word the two brothers rejoiced, their bodies filled through with delight; their minds were glad and a lustre shone upon their limbs, as though within their hearts the king lived again and Rama had been made king. Great gain the people saw in it, and little loss; and the queens, to whom grief and gladness came alike, all wept. Bharata says, 'If what the sage has said is carried out, the fruit will be that every living creature in the world is granted its heart's desire. I shall dwell in the forest all my life long, and no ease could be greater for me than that. Rama and Sita read the inmost heart, and you are all-knowing and wise; if you hold this to be true, then, my lord, make your own word binding.'

  257. Verse 257

    caupāī bharata bacana suni dekhi sanehū| sabhā sahita muni bhae bidehū|| bharata mahā mahimā jalarāsī| muni mati ṭhāṛhi tīra abalā sī|| gā caha pāra jatanu hiya~ herā| pāvati nāva na bohitu berā|| auru karihi ko bharata baṛāī| sarasī sīpi ki siṃdhu samāī|| bharatu munihi mana bhītara bhāe| sahita samāja rāma pahiṃ āe|| prabhu pranāmu kari dīnha suāsanu| baiṭhe saba suni muni anusāsanu|| bole munibaru bacana bicārī| desa kāla avasara anuhārī|| sunahu rāma sarabagya sujānā| dharama nīti guna gyāna nidhānā|| dohā/soraṭhā saba ke ura aṃtara basahu jānahu bhāu kubhāu| purajana jananī bharata hita hoi so kahia upāu||257||

    Meaning

    Hearing Bharata's words and seeing his love, the sage and the whole assembly with him lost all sense of the body. Bharata's greatness is a vast sea, and the sage's understanding stands upon its shore like a helpless woman: she longs to cross and searches her heart for a means, but finds neither boat nor ship nor raft. Who else can speak Bharata's praise? Can a pond or a shell hold the ocean? Bharata had won the sage's inmost heart, and with the whole company he came to Rama. The Lord made obeisance and gave him a seat of honour, and at the sage's bidding all took their places. Then the great sage spoke words weighed to suit the place, the time and the occasion: 'Hear me, Rama, all-knowing and wise, treasury of dharma, of statecraft, of virtue and of knowledge. You dwell within the heart of every creature and know its good feeling and its ill; tell us then the course by which the townsfolk, the mothers and Bharata may all be well served.'

  258. Verse 258

    caupāī ārata kahahiṃ bicāri na kāū| sūjha jūārihi āpana dāū|| suni muni bacana kahata raghurāū| nātha tumhārehi hātha upāū|| saba kara hita rukha rāuri rākheṃ| āyasu kie~ mudita phura bhāṣeṃ|| prathama jo āyasu mo kahu~ hoī| mātheṃ māni karau sikha soī|| puni jehi kaha~ jasa kahaba gosāīṃ| so saba bhā~ti ghaṭihi sevakāīṃ|| kaha muni rāma satya tumha bhāṣā| bharata saneha~ bicāru na rākhā|| tehi teṃ kahau~ bahori bahorī| bharata bhagati basa bhai mati morī|| moreṃ jāna bharata ruci rākhi| jo kījia so subha siva sākhī|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata binaya sādara sunia karia bicāru bahori| karaba sādhumata lokamata nṛpanaya nigama nicori||258||

    Meaning

    The sage continued: 'Those in distress never speak with due reflection; a gambler's mind runs on his own cast alone.' Hearing the sage's words, Raghuraja says, 'Lord, the remedy lies in your hands alone. The good of all lies in holding to your pleasure, in your giving the order, and in your gladly speaking what is true. Whatever command comes to me first, I shall take upon my head and carry out that instruction; and whatever you afterwards say to whomever, that service will be fulfilled in every way.' The sage said, 'Rama, you have spoken truly, but Bharata's love has left no room for deliberation. That is why I say it again and again: my judgement has fallen under the sway of Bharata's devotion. As I see it, whatever is done while keeping to Bharata's wish is auspicious, and Shiva is my witness in this. Listen with respect to Bharata's entreaty and then deliberate; and act upon what is pressed out of the counsel of the saints, the mind of the people, the polity of kings and the Vedas.'

  259. Verse 259

    caupāī guru anurāga bharata para dekhī| rāma hdaya~ ānaṃdu biseṣī|| bharatahi dharama dhuraṃdhara jānī| nija sevaka tana mānasa bānī|| bole gura āyasa anukūlā| bacana maṃju mṛdu maṃgalamūlā|| nātha sapatha pitu carana dohāī| bhayau na bhuana bharata sama bhāī|| je gura pada aṃbuja anurāgī| te lokahu~ bedahu~ baṛabhāgī|| rāura jā para asa anurāgū| ko kahi sakai bharata kara bhāgū|| lakhi laghu baṃdhu buddhi sakucāī| karata badana para bharata baṛāī|| bharatu kahahīṃ soi kie~ bhalāī| asa kahi rāma rahe aragāī|| dohā/soraṭhā taba muni bole bharata sana saba sa~kocu taji tāta| kṛpāsiṃdhu priya baṃdhu sana kahahu hṛdaya kai bāta||259||

    Meaning

    Seeing the Guru's love for Bharata, Rama felt a special gladness in his heart. Knowing Bharata to be a bearer of the whole burden of dharma, and his own servant in body, mind and speech, Rama spoke in keeping with the Guru's command, words lovely and gentle, the very root of blessing: 'My lord, I swear by you and by the feet of our father, no brother like Bharata was ever born into this world. Those who love the Guru's lotus-feet are held fortunate in the world's eyes and in the Vedas alike; and one on whom your own affection rests so, who can measure the good fortune of that Bharata?' But with his younger brother standing there before him his mind drew back in modesty from praising Bharata to his face, and he said only, 'Whatever Bharata asks, in doing that lies the good,' and then held his peace. At that the sage said to Bharata, 'Dear child, lay aside every hesitation and tell what is in your heart to your beloved brother, the ocean of compassion.'

  260. Verse 260

    caupāī suni muni bacana rāma rukha pāī| guru sāhiba anukūla aghāī|| lakhi apane sira sabu charu bhārū| kahi na sakahiṃ kachu karahiṃ bicārū|| pulaki sarīra sabhā~ bhae ṭhāḍheṃ| nīraja nayana neha jala bāṛheṃ|| kahaba mora muninātha nibāhā| ehi teṃ adhika kahauṃ maiṃ kāhā| maiṃ jānau~ nija nātha subhāū| aparādhihu para koha na kāū|| mo para kṛpā saneha biseṣī| khelata khunisa na kabahū~ dekhī|| sisupana tema parihareu~ na saṃgū| kabahu~ na kīnha mora mana bhaṃgū|| maiṃ prabhu kṛpā rīti jiya~ johī| hārehu~ khela jitāvahiṃ mohī|| dohā/soraṭhā mahū~ saneha sakoca basa sanamukha kahī na baina| darasana tṛpita na āju lagi pema piāse naina||260||

    Meaning

    Hearing the sage's words and reading Rama's inclination, Bharata found Guru and master alike wholly and abundantly gracious to him. Seeing that the entire burden of the deception rested upon his own head, he could say nothing and only turned the matter over within. His body thrilling with feeling, he rose in the assembly, his lotus eyes brimming with a rising flood of loving tears. 'The lord of sages has said for me all that was mine to say; what more than this can I add? I know my own master's nature: he never bears anger even towards one who has wronged him. Towards me his kindness and love were always something apart; not even at play did I ever see him show vexation. From childhood I never left his side, and he never once wounded my heart. I have watched in my heart the manner of my Lord's grace: even when I had lost the game, he would make me the winner. And I too, held by love and by shyness, never spoke a word to him face to face; to this day my love-thirsty eyes have not had their fill of the sight of him.'

  261. Verse 261

    caupāī bidhi na sakeu sahi mora dulārā| nīca bīcu jananī misa pārā| yahau kahata mohi āju na sobhā| apanīṃ samujhi sādhu suci ko bhā|| mātu maṃdi maiṃ sādhu sucālī| ura asa ānata koṭi kucālī|| pharai ki kodava bāli susālī| mukutā prasava ki saṃbuka kālī|| sapanehu~ dosaka lesu na kāhū| mora abhāga udadhi avagāhū|| binu samujheṃ nija agha paripākū| jāriu~ jāya~ janani kahi kākū|| hṛdaya~ heri hāreu~ saba orā| ekahi bhā~ti bhalehiṃ bhala morā|| gura gosāi~ sāhiba siya rāmū| lāgata mohi nīka parināmū|| dohā/soraṭhā sādhu sabhā gura prabhu nikaṭa kahau~ suthala sati bhāu| prema prapaṃcu ki jhūṭha phura jānahiṃ muni raghurāu||261||

    Meaning

    'The Creator could not endure that I should be so cherished; base as he is, he cast a rift between us under the pretext of my mother. Yet even to say this does not become me today, for who ever became holy and pure by his own reckoning? To hold in my heart that my mother is wicked and I am virtuous and well conducted would itself be ill conduct a million times over. Can the kodo-millet stalk bear ears of fine rice, or a black snail bring forth a pearl? Not even in a dream does a trace of fault lie with anyone; it is my own ill fortune, an ocean without a bottom. Without weighing the ripening of my own sin, I burned my mother for nothing with bitter, taunting words. I have searched my heart on every side and been defeated; in one way alone is my good truly good, that the Guru is my master and Sita and Rama my lord, and for that reason the end seems fair to me. In this assembly of the holy, close to the Guru and to my Lord, on this sacred ground I speak with a true heart; whether this be love or a pretence, whether false or true, the sage and the Lord of the Raghus know it.'

  262. Verse 262

    caupāī bhūpati marana pema panu rākhī| jananī kumati jagatu sabu sākhī|| dekhi na jāhi bikala mahatārī| jarahiṃ dusaha jara pura nara nārī|| mahīṃ sakala anaratha kara mūlā| so suni samujhi sahiu~ saba sūlā|| suni bana gavanu kīnha raghunāthā| kari muni beṣa lakhana siya sāthā|| binu pānahinha payādehi pāe~| saṃkaru sākhi raheu~ ehi ghāe~|| bahuri nihāra niṣāda sanehū| kulisa kaṭhina ura bhayau na behū|| aba sabu ā~khinha dekheu~ āī| jiata jīva jaṛa sabai sahāī|| jinhahi nirakhi maga sā~pini bīchī| tajahiṃ biṣama biṣu tāmasa tīchī|| dohā/soraṭhā tei raghunaṃdanu lakhanu siya anahita lāge jāhi| tāsu tanaya taji dusaha dukha daiu sahāvai kāhi||262||

    Meaning

    'The king's death, by which he kept his vow of love, and my mother's crooked counsel — to all this the whole world is witness. The stricken mothers cannot be looked upon; the men and women of the city burn in an unbearable fever. I alone am the root of all this ruin; hearing that and understanding it, I have borne every pang. Then I heard that Raghunatha had gone to the forest in a hermit's garb, with Lakshmana and Sita beside him, without sandals, walking on bare feet; Shankara is my witness that I lived on even through that wound. Afterwards I looked upon the Nishada's love, and still this heart of mine, hard as a thunderbolt, would not split. And now I have come and seen it all with my own eyes; a dull creature, so long as it lives, endures anything. Those at the mere sight of whom on the road even snake and scorpion let go their dire venom and their fierce, dark rage, those very ones, Raghunandana, Lakshmana and Sita, appeared as enemies to her. Save her own son, to whom else would fate give such unbearable sorrow to bear?'

  263. Verse 263

    caupāī suni ati bikala bharata bara bānī| ārati prīti binaya naya sānī|| soka magana saba sabhā~ khabhārū| manahu~ kamala bana pareu tusārū|| kahi aneka bidhi kathā purānī| bharata prabodhu kīnha muni gyānī|| bole ucita bacana raghunaṃdū| dinakara kula kairava bana caṃdū|| tāta jā~ya jiya~ karahu galānī| īsa adhīna jīva gati jānī|| tīni kāla tibhuana mata moreṃ| punyasiloka tāta tara tore|| ura ānata tumha para kuṭilāī| jāi loku paraloku nasāī|| dosu dehiṃ jananihi jaṛa teī| jinha gura sādhu sabhā nahiṃ seī|| dohā/soraṭhā miṭihahiṃ pāpa prapaṃca saba akhila amaṃgala bhāra| loka sujasu paraloka sukhu sumirata nāmu tumhāra||263||

    Meaning

    Hearing Bharata's noble words, so deeply distraught and steeped in anguish, love, humility and right feeling, the whole assembly sank into sorrow and grew heavy with distress, as though frost had fallen upon a grove of lotuses. Telling ancient tales in many ways, the wise sage brought Bharata comfort and understanding. Then Raghunandana, moon to the white lily-bed of the solar line, spoke words fitting to the hour: 'Dear brother, the remorse you take to heart is needless; know that the course of every creature lies with God. In my judgement, through the three times and the three worlds, all men of holy renown stand below you, dear one. To let so much as the thought of crookedness in you into the heart is to lose this world and to ruin the next. Only the foolish lay blame upon your mother, those who have never served a Guru or the company of the good. At the mere remembrance of your name the whole tangle of sin and the entire load of ill fortune is wiped away; it brings fair renown in this world and happiness in the next.'

  264. Verse 264

    caupāī kahau~ subhāu satya siva sākhī| bharata bhūmi raha rāuri rākhī|| tāta kutaraka karahu jani jāe~| baira pema nahi durai durāe~|| muni gana nikaṭa bihaga mṛga jāhīṃ| bādhaka badhika biloki parāhīṃ|| hita anahita pasu pacchiu jānā| mānuṣa tanu guna gyāna nidhānā|| tāta tumhahi maiṃ jānau~ nīkeṃ| karauṃ kāha asamaṃjasa jīkeṃ|| rākheu rāya~ satya mohi tyāgī| tanu parihareu pema pana lāgī|| tāsu bacana meṭata mana socū| tehi teṃ adhika tumhāra sa~kocū|| tā para gura mohi āyasu dīnhā| avasi jo kahahu cahau~ soi kīnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā manu prasanna kari sakuca taji kahahu karauṃ soi āju| satyasaṃdha raghubara bacana suni bhā sukhī samāju||264||

    Meaning

    'I speak my true mind, with Shiva for my witness: Bharata, the earth stands secure because you uphold it. Dear brother, do not give way to false reasoning in vain; enmity and love cannot be concealed, however they are hidden. Birds and deer come close to the sages, but the moment they catch sight of a hunter who means them harm they flee. Even beasts and birds know a friend from an enemy, and the human body is a treasure-house of virtue and knowledge. Dear one, I know you well; what am I to do, when my heart is caught in a dilemma? The king kept his truth by forsaking me, and laid down his body for the sake of his vow of love. To set his word aside troubles my mind, and greater still is my deference towards you; and beyond both of these the Guru has laid his command upon me. So whatever you say, that I certainly wish to do. Make your mind glad, put away your hesitation and speak, and this very day I shall do it.' Hearing these words of Raghubara, who is true to his pledge, the whole gathering was made happy.

  265. Verse 265

    caupāī sura gana sahita sabhaya surarājū| socahiṃ cāhata hona akājū|| banata upāu karata kachu nāhīṃ| rāma sarana saba ge mana māhīṃ|| bahuri bicāri paraspara kahahīṃ| raghupati bhagata bhagati basa ahahīṃ| sudhi kari aṃbarīṣa durabāsā| bhe sura surapati nipaṭa nirāsā|| sahe suranha bahu kāla biṣādā| narahari kie pragaṭa prahalādā|| lagi lagi kāna kahahiṃ dhuni māthā| aba sura kāja bharata ke hāthā|| āna upāu na dekhia devā| mānata rāmu susevaka sevā|| hiya~ sapema sumirahu saba bharatahi| nija guna sīla rāma basa karatahi|| dohā/soraṭhā suni sura mata suragura kaheu bhala tumhāra baṛa bhāgu| sakala sumaṃgala mūla jaga bharata carana anurāgu||265||

    Meaning

    Indra, with the whole host of gods about him, was seized with fear and worried that their purpose was about to be ruined. No expedient could be contrived and nothing could be done, so in their minds they all took refuge with Rama. Then, reflecting further, they said to one another that Raghupati is bound by his devotees and by their devotion. Recalling Ambarisha and Durvasa, the gods and their king were left utterly without hope. The gods had borne their misery age after age, yet it was Prahlada who drew the Lord forth as Narahari, the man-lion. Whispering into one another's ears and striking their foreheads, they said, 'Now the cause of the gods lies in Bharata's hands. No other means is to be seen, O gods; Rama sets store by service done to his own good servant. So let every one of you remember Bharata with love in your hearts, for by his own virtue and gentleness he brings Rama under his sway.' Hearing the mind of the gods, the preceptor of the gods (Brihaspati) said, 'Your thought is good, and great is your fortune: love for Bharata's feet is the root of every fair blessing in the world.'

  266. Verse 266

    caupāī sītāpati sevaka sevakāī| kāmadhenu saya sarisa suhāī|| bharata bhagati tumhareṃ mana āī| tajahu socu bidhi bāta banāī|| dekhu devapati bharata prabhāū| sahaja subhāya~ bibasa raghurāū|| mana thira karahu deva ḍaru nāhīṃ| bharatahi jāni rāma parichāhīṃ|| suno suragura sura saṃmata socū| aṃtarajāmī prabhuhi sakocū|| nija sira bhāru bharata jiya~ jānā| karata koṭi bidhi ura anumānā|| kari bicāru mana dīnhī ṭhīkā| rāma rajāyasa āpana nīkā|| nija pana taji rākheu panu morā| chohu sanehu kīnha nahiṃ thorā|| dohā/soraṭhā kīnha anugraha amita ati saba bidhi sītānātha| kari pranāmu bole bharatu jori jalaja juga hātha||266||

    Meaning

    The preceptor of the gods went on: 'Service done to the servant of Sita's lord is as gracious as a hundred wish-yielding cows. Devotion to Bharata has entered your minds, so let go of your anxiety; the Creator has set the matter right. Look, lord of gods, at Bharata's power: by sheer natural affection the lord of the Raghus is subject to him. Steady your mind, O god, there is nothing to fear; know Bharata to be Rama's very shadow.' Hearing the preceptor of the gods and the anxiety in which all the gods concurred, the Lord who knows every heart felt a delicacy. Bharata understood within himself that the whole burden now lay on his own head, and he turned over a million surmises in his breast. Having weighed it all, he settled it in his mind: Rama's command is what is best for me. Setting aside his own vow he has kept mine; no small tenderness and love has he shown me. In every way the lord of Sita had granted him boundless grace; so, making obeisance, Bharata spoke with his two lotus hands joined.

  267. Verse 267

    caupāī kahauṃ kahāvauṃ kā aba svāmī| kṛpā aṃbunidhi aṃtarajāmī|| gura prasanna sāhiba anukūlā| miṭī malina mana kalapita sūlā|| apaḍara ḍareu~ na soca samūleṃ| rabihi na dosu deva disi bhūleṃ|| mora abhāgu mātu kuṭilāī| bidhi gati biṣama kāla kaṭhināī|| pāu ropi saba mili mohi ghālā| pranatapāla pana āpana pālā|| yaha nai rīti na rāuri hoī| lokahu~ beda bidita nahiṃ goī|| jagu anabhala bhala eku gosāīṃ| kahia hoi bhala kāsu bhalāīṃ|| deu devataru sarisa subhāū| sanamukha bimukha na kāhuhi kāū|| dohā/soraṭhā jāi nikaṭa pahicāni taru chāha~ samani saba soca| māgata abhimata pāva jaga rāu raṃku bhala poca||267||

    Meaning

    Bharata said: 'What am I to say now, my lord, or have said for me? You are an ocean of compassion and the knower of every heart. My guru is pleased and my master is favourable; the stain upon my mind and the pain it had imagined are gone. I was frightened by a fear of my own making, and my anxiety had no root at all; when a man loses his bearings, O Lord, the sun is not the one at fault. My own ill fortune, my mother's crookedness, the perverse course of fate and the hardness of the times — all of them together dug in their heels and brought me down, yet you, protector of the suppliant, kept your own vow. This is no new practice of yours; it is known in the world and in the Veda alike, and is nowhere hidden. Let the world be unkind: you alone, master, are good — tell me, by whose goodness does anyone become good? Your nature, Lord, is like the celestial wishing-tree, which is never partial to one nor set against another. Whoever draws near it and recognizes it for what it is, the shade of that tree quells all his cares; and in this world the king and the pauper, the worthy man and the vile, all ask of it and are given what they desire.'

  268. Verse 268

    caupāī lakhi saba bidhi gura svāmi sanehū| miṭeu chobhu nahiṃ mana saṃdehū|| aba karunākara kījia soī| jana hita prabhu cita chobhu na hoī|| jo sevaku sāhibahi sa~kocī| nija hita cahai tāsu mati pocī|| sevaka hita sāhiba sevakāī| karai sakala sukha lobha bihāī|| svārathu nātha phireṃ sabahī kā| kie~ rajāi koṭi bidhi nīkā|| yaha svāratha paramāratha sāru| sakala sukṛta phala sugati siṃgāru|| deva eka binatī suni morī| ucita hoi tasa karaba bahorī|| tilaka samāju sāji sabu ānā| karia suphala prabhu jauṃ manu mānā|| dohā/soraṭhā sānuja paṭhaia mohi bana kījia sabahi sanātha| nataru pheriahiṃ baṃdhu dou nātha calauṃ maiṃ sātha||268||

    Meaning

    Bharata went on: 'Seeing in every way the love of my guru and my master, my agitation has gone and no doubt is left in my mind. Now, O fount of mercy, do only that by which no distress arises in the Lord's heart on a servant's account. The servant who puts his master to embarrassment and looks to his own advantage is base of understanding; the servant's good lies in serving his master, letting go of all comfort and greed. My lord, everyone's own interest lies in your returning, yet doing your bidding is better a million times over. That is the essence both of worldly gain and of the highest gain, the fruit of every good deed and the ornament of a blessed state. O lord, hear one prayer of mine, and afterwards do whatever is fitting: the whole apparatus of the anointing has been made ready and brought here — make it fruitful, Lord, if your mind consents. Send me to the forest with my younger brother and let all these people have their protector; or else send both my brothers back, my lord, and let me go with you.'

  269. Verse 269

    caupāī nataru jāhiṃ bana tīniu bhāī| bahuria sīya sahita raghurāī|| jehi bidhi prabhu prasanna mana hoī| karunā sāgara kījia soī|| deva~ dīnha sabu mohi abhāru| moreṃ nīti na dharama bicāru|| kahau~ bacana saba svāratha hetū| rahata na ārata keṃ cita cetū|| utaru dei suni svāmi rajāī| so sevaku lakhi lāja lajāī|| asa maiṃ avaguna udadhi agādhū| svāmi saneha~ sarāhata sādhū|| aba kṛpāla mohi so mata bhāvā| sakuca svāmi mana jāi~ na pāvā|| prabhu pada sapatha kahau~ sati bhāū| jaga maṃgala hita eka upāū|| dohā/soraṭhā prabhu prasanna mana sakuca taji jo jehi āyasu deba| so sira dhari dhari karihi sabu miṭihi anaṭa avareba||269||

    Meaning

    Bharata continued: 'Or else let all three brothers go to the forest, and do you, lord of the Raghus, return with Sita. Whatever will make the Lord's mind glad, ocean of compassion, do just that. You have laid the whole burden upon me, my lord, but in me there is no discernment of policy or of dharma. Every word I speak is spoken for my own interest; in the mind of a man in distress no right sense remains. As for the servant who hears his master's command and answers back — at the sight of such a one, Shame itself is abashed. Such am I, a fathomless sea of faults, and yet my master in his affection praises me as a good man. Now, gracious one, that course pleases me by which no hesitation may enter my master's mind. Swearing by the Lord's feet I speak in all sincerity: for the welfare of the world there is one means only. Let the Lord with a glad mind lay hesitancy aside and give his command to each; every man will take it upon his head and carry it out, and all this mischief and crookedness will be at an end.'

  270. Verse 270

    caupāī bharata bacana suci suni sura haraṣe| sādhu sarāhi sumana sura baraṣe|| asamaṃjasa basa avadha nevāsī| pramudita mana tāpasa banabāsī|| cupahiṃ rahe raghunātha sa~kocī| prabhu gati dekhi sabhā saba socī|| janaka dūta tehi avasara āe| muni basiṣṭha~ suni begi bolāe|| kari pranāma tinha rāmu nihāre| beṣu dekhi bhae nipaṭa dukhāre|| dūtanha munibara būjhī bātā| kahahu bideha bhūpa kusalātā|| suni sakucāi nāi mahi māthā| bole cara bara joreṃ hāthā|| būjhaba rāura sādara sāīṃ| kusala hetu so bhayau gosāīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nāhi ta kosala nātha keṃ sātha kusala gai nātha| mithilā avadha biseṣa teṃ jagu saba bhayau anātha||270||

    Meaning

    Hearing Bharata's pure words the gods rejoiced; crying their praise, they rained down flowers. The people of Ayodhya were caught in a dilemma, while the ascetics and forest-dwellers were delighted at heart. Raghunatha in his delicacy kept silent, and seeing the Lord's state the whole assembly grew anxious. Just then messengers from Janaka arrived, and hearing of them the sage Vasishtha had them called at once. They made obeisance and gazed at Rama, and seeing his hermit's garb they were utterly stricken with grief. The great sage asked the envoys for their news: 'Tell us of the welfare of King Videha.' Hearing this they shrank back, bowed their heads to the ground, and the noble messengers spoke with folded hands: 'That you should ask so kindly, master — that itself has become the cause of welfare, Lord. Otherwise welfare departed along with the lord of Kosala; Mithila and Ayodhya most of all, and the whole world with them, have been left without a lord.'

  271. Verse 271

    caupāī kosalapati gati suni janakaurā| bhe saba loka soka basa baurā|| jehiṃ dekhe tehi samaya bidehū| nāmu satya asa lāga na kehū|| rāni kucāli sunata narapālahi| sūjha na kachu jasa mani binu byālahi|| bharata rāja raghubara banabāsū| bhā mithilesahi hṛdaya~ harā~sū|| nṛpa būjhe budha saciva samājū| kahahu bicāri ucita kā ājū|| samujhi avadha asamaṃjasa doū| calia ki rahia na kaha kachu koū|| nṛpahi dhīra dhari hṛdaya~ bicārī| paṭhae avadha catura cara cārī|| būjhi bharata sati bhāu kubhāū| āehu begi na hoi lakhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā gae avadha cara bharata gati būjhi dekhi karatūti| cale citrakūṭahi bharatu cāra cale terahūti||271||

    Meaning

    When word of the Lord of Kosala's passing reached Janaka's city, the whole people were stunned and driven half mad with grief. Whoever looked upon Videha at that hour felt that his name, the bodiless one, was true of him no longer. Hearing of the queen's crooked stratagem the king could see nothing at all, like a serpent that has lost its jewel. Bharata upon the throne and the best of Raghus in the forest: at this the heart of Mithila's lord sank into despondency. The king asked the learned men, his ministers and the assembled court, 'Consider and tell me what is fitting today.' Weighing how matters stood in Ayodhya, both courses looked doubtful, whether to set out or to stay, and nobody said a word. So the king steadied himself, thought it over in his heart, and sent four shrewd scouts to Ayodhya: 'Learn Bharata's true disposition, good or ill, and return quickly without being noticed.' The scouts went to Ayodhya, learned how Bharata stood and saw what he was doing; Bharata set out for Chitrakuta, and the four made their way back to Tirhut.

  272. Verse 272

    caupāī dūtanha āi bharata kai karanī| janaka samāja jathāmati baranī|| suni gura parijana saciva mahīpati| bhe saba soca saneha~ bikala ati|| dhari dhīraju kari bharata baṛāī| lie subhaṭa sāhanī bolāī|| ghara pura desa rākhi rakhavāre| haya gaya ratha bahu jāna sa~vāre|| dugharī sādhi cale tatakālā| kie biśrāmu na maga mahīpālā|| bhorahiṃ āju nahāi prayāgā| cale jamuna utarana sabu lāgā|| khabari lena hama paṭhae nāthā| tinha kahi asa mahi nāyau māthā|| sātha kirāta cha sātaka dīnhe| munibara turata bidā cara kīnhe|| dohā/soraṭhā sunata janaka āgavanu sabu haraṣeu avadha samāju| raghunaṃdanahi sakocu baṛa soca bibasa surarāju||272||

    Meaning

    The messengers came and described Bharata's conduct to Janaka's court as well as their understanding allowed. Hearing it, the preceptor, the kinsfolk, the ministers and the king were all overcome with anxiety and affection. Taking heart and praising Bharata, the king summoned his best warriors and his masters of horse; setting guards over house, city and realm, he had horses, elephants, chariots and many carriages made ready. Fixing on an auspicious moment they started at once, and the king took no rest upon the road. Then scouts came with their report: 'This very morning they bathed at Prayaga and set out, and the whole company has begun crossing the Yamuna. We were sent, lord, to bring back news.' So saying, they bowed their heads to the ground. The great sage gave them six or seven foresters for company and dismissed them at once. Hearing that Janaka was coming, the whole company from Ayodhya rejoiced; but Rama felt great diffidence, and the king of the gods was helpless with anxiety.

  273. Verse 273

    caupāī garai galāni kuṭila kaikeī| kāhi kahai kehi dūṣanu deī|| asa mana āni mudita nara nārī| bhayau bahori rahaba dina cārī|| ehi prakāra gata bāsara soū| prāta nahāna lāga sabu koū|| kari majjanu pūjahiṃ nara nārī| ganapa gauri tipurāri tamārī|| ramā ramana pada baṃdi bahorī| binavahiṃ aṃjuli aṃcala jorī|| rājā rāmu jānakī rānī| āna~da avadhi avadha rajadhānī|| subasa basau phiri sahita samājā| bharatahi rāmu karahu~ jubarājā|| ehi sukha sudhā~ sīṃcī saba kāhū| deva dehu jaga jīvana lāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā gura samāja bhāinha sahita rāma rāju pura hou| achata rāma rājā avadha maria māga sabu kou||273||

    Meaning

    Crooked Kaikeyi was melting away with self-reproach: whom could she tell, whom could she blame? Men and women were glad at the thought that things had fallen out well and they would be staying four days more. In this way that day too went by, and at dawn everyone went to bathe. Their bathing done, the men and women worshipped Ganesha, Gauri, the Foe of Tripura and the Enemy of Darkness; then, bowing at the feet of Lakshmi's lord, they made their petition with joined palms and outspread hems: 'Let Rama be king and Janaki queen, and Ayodhya the capital, the very bound of joy. Let the city be happily peopled once more with all its company, and let Rama make Bharata his heir apparent. Water us all with this nectar of happiness; grant us, O God, the true gain of living in this world.' This was what every one of them begged: let Rama's reign be in the city, with preceptor, court and brothers, and let us die while Rama is still king of Ayodhya.

  274. Verse 274

    caupāī suni sanehamaya purajana bānī| niṃdahiṃ joga birati muni gyānī|| ehi bidhi nityakarama kari purajana| rāmahi karahiṃ pranāma pulaki tana|| ū~ca nīca madhyama nara nārī| lahahiṃ darasu nija nija anuhārī|| sāvadhāna sabahī sanamānahiṃ| sakala sarāhata kṛpānidhānahiṃ|| larikāihi te raghubara bānī| pālata nīti prīti pahicānī|| sīla sakoca siṃdhu raghurāū| sumukha sulocana sarala subhāū|| kahata rāma guna gana anurāge| saba nija bhāga sarāhana lāge|| hama sama punya puṃja jaga thore| jinhahi rāmu jānata kari more|| dohā/soraṭhā prema magana tehi samaya saba suni āvata mithilesu| sahita sabhā saṃbhrama uṭheu rabikula kamala dinesu||274||

    Meaning

    Hearing the citizens' words so full of love, the enlightened sages fell to censuring their own yoga and detachment. In this way the townsfolk performed their daily rites and bowed to Rama with bodies thrilling. High, low and middling, men and women, each had sight of him according to their own condition; he honoured every one of them attentively, and all praised that treasury of grace. From boyhood this had been Rama's way, to keep to what was proper and to recognize the love of each. The lord of Raghus is an ocean of good conduct and modesty, fair of face, fine of eye, and open in nature. Speaking of the host of his virtues they grew rapt with love and all began to praise their own good fortune: 'Few in the world have merit heaped up as we have, whom Rama knows and counts as his own.' All were drowned in love at that moment when word came that the Lord of Mithila was approaching, and the sun of the lotus-bed of the solar race rose up in eager haste, and the whole assembly with him.

  275. Verse 275

    caupāī bhāi saciva gura purajana sāthā| āgeṃ gavanu kīnha raghunāthā|| giribaru dīkha janakapati jabahīṃ| kari pranāma ratha tyāgeu tabahīṃ|| rāma darasa lālasā uchāhū| patha śrama lesu kalesu na kāhū|| mana taha~ jaha~ raghubara baidehī| binu mana tana dukha sukha sudhi kehī|| āvata janaku cale ehi bhā~tī| sahita samāja prema mati mātī|| āe nikaṭa dekhi anurāge| sādara milana parasapara lāge|| lage janaka munijana pada baṃdana| riṣinha pranāmu kīnha raghunaṃdana|| bhāinha sahita rāmu mili rājahi| cale lavāi sameta samājahi|| dohā/soraṭhā āśrama sāgara sāṃta rasa pūrana pāvana pāthu| sena manahu~ karunā sarita lie~ jāhiṃ raghunāthu||275||

    Meaning

    With his brothers, the ministers, the preceptor and the citizens, Raghunatha went forward to meet him. The moment King Janaka caught sight of the great hill he bowed and stepped down from his chariot. Such was the longing and eagerness for the sight of Rama that not one of them felt a trace of the road's fatigue or discomfort. Their minds were there where Rama and Vaidehi were, and without the mind who has any awareness of the body's pain or ease? In this manner Janaka came on, his understanding and that of his whole company drunk with love. Seeing them draw near, both sides were filled with affection and began greeting one another with reverence. Janaka set about honouring the feet of the ascetics, and Raghunandana made obeisance to the rishis. Rama with his brothers met the king and led him on, company and all. The hermitage was an ocean brimming with the tranquil mood, its waters holy, and the host that Raghunatha was leading to it seemed a river of compassion.

  276. Verse 276

    caupāī borati gyāna birāga karāre| bacana sasoka milata nada nāre|| soca usāsa samīra taṃragā| dhīraja taṭa tarubara kara bhaṃgā|| biṣama biṣāda torāvati dhārā| bhaya bhrama bhava~ra abarta apārā|| kevaṭa budha bidyā baṛi nāvā| sakahiṃ na khei aika nahiṃ āvā|| banacara kola kirāta bicāre| thake biloki pathika hiya~ hāre|| āśrama udadhi milī jaba jāī| manahu~ uṭheu aṃbudhi akulāī|| soka bikala dou rāja samājā| rahā na gyānu na dhīraju lājā|| bhūpa rūpa guna sīla sarāhī| rovahiṃ soka siṃdhu avagāhī||

    Meaning

    That river of compassion drowned the banks of knowledge and dispassion, and words of sorrow were the streams and rivulets joining it. Anxiety and sighing were the wind that raised its waves, and it broke the fine trees standing on the shore of fortitude. Bitter grief was the current that tore the banks away, and fear and bewilderment were its boundless whirlpools and eddies. The wise were its boatmen and learning a great boat, but they could not row it; not one could get across. The poor forest-ranging Kols and Kiratas grew weary at the sight, and the travellers lost heart. When this river went and met the ocean of the hermitage, it was as if the sea itself surged up in agitation: both royal companies were distraught with grief, and neither wisdom nor patience nor decorum was left in them. Praising the king's beauty, his virtues and his gentleness, they wept, plunged deep in an ocean of sorrow.

  277. Verse 277

    caupāī jāsu gyānu rabi bhava nisi nāsā| bacana kirana muni kamala bikāsā|| tehi ki moha mamatā niarāī| yaha siya rāma saneha baṛāī|| biṣaī sādhaka siddha sayāne| tribidha jīva jaga beda bakhāne|| rāma saneha sarasa mana jāsū| sādhu sabhā~ baṛa ādara tāsū|| soha na rāma pema binu gyānū| karanadhāra binu jimi jalajānū|| muni bahubidhi bidehu samujhāe| rāmaghāṭa saba loga nahāe|| sakala soka saṃkula nara nārī| so bāsaru bīteu binu bārī|| pasu khaga mṛganha na kīnha ahārū| priya parijana kara kauna bicārū|| dohā/soraṭhā dou samāja nimirāju raghurāju nahāne prāta| baiṭhe saba baṭa biṭapa tara mana malīna kṛsa gāta||277||

    Meaning

    He whose wisdom is a sun that destroys the night of worldly existence, whose words are rays at which the lotuses of the sages unfold - can delusion and attachment come near him? Such is the greatness of love for Sita and Rama. The Vedas tell of three kinds of beings in the world: the sensual, the striving seeker, and the wise who have attained. Whoever's mind is steeped in the sweetness of love for Rama is greatly honoured in the assembly of the good; and knowledge without love for Rama has no grace, like a ship with no one at the helm. The sage consoled Videha in many ways, and all the people bathed at Ramghat. Men and women alike were choked with grief, and that day passed without a drop of water; even the beasts, the birds and the deer took no food - what then of the dear kinsfolk? Both companies, with the king of Nimi's line and the lord of Raghus, bathed at daybreak, and all sat under the banyan tree, dull of mind and wasted of body.

  278. Verse 278

    caupāī je mahisura dasaratha pura bāsī| je mithilāpati nagara nivāsī|| haṃsa baṃsa gura janaka purodhā| jinha jaga magu paramārathu sodhā|| lage kahana upadesa anekā| sahita dharama naya birati bibekā|| kausika kahi kahi kathā purānīṃ| samujhāī saba sabhā subānīṃ|| taba raghunātha kosikahi kaheū| nātha kāli jala binu sabu raheū|| muni kaha ucita kahata raghurāī| gayau bīti dina pahara aṛhāī|| riṣi rukha lakhi kaha terahutirājū| ihā~ ucita nahiṃ asana anājū|| kahā bhūpa bhala sabahi sohānā| pāi rajāyasu cale nahānā|| dohā/soraṭhā tehi avasara phala phūla dala mūla aneka prakāra| lai āe banacara bipula bhari bhari kā~vari bhāra||278||

    Meaning

    The brahmins who dwelt in Dasharatha's city and those who lived in the city of Mithila's lord, the preceptor of the Hansa line and the family priest of Janaka - men who had searched out both the way of the world and the highest good - began to offer counsel of many kinds, full of dharma, prudence, dispassion and discernment. Kaushika too, telling over ancient tales, consoled the whole assembly with well-chosen words. Then Rama said to Kaushika, 'Lord, yesterday everyone remained without water.' The sage said, 'The lord of Raghus speaks rightly; two and a half watches of the day have already gone by.' Reading the sage's mind, the king of Tirhut said, 'Here a meal of grain is not fitting.' What the king said seemed good and pleasing to them all, and having his leave they went to bathe. At that moment the forest-dwellers brought in fruit and flowers, leaves and roots of many kinds in plenty, their carrying-poles loaded full.

  279. Verse 279

    caupāī kāmada me giri rāma prasādā| avalokata apaharata biṣādā|| sara saritā bana bhūmi bibhāgā| janu umagata āna~da anurāgā|| beli biṭapa saba saphala saphūlā| bolata khaga mṛga ali anukūlā|| tehi avasara bana adhika uchāhū| tribidha samīra sukhada saba kāhū|| jāi na barani manoharatāī| janu mahi karati janaka pahunāī|| taba saba loga nahāi nahāī| rāma janaka muni āyasu pāī|| dekhi dekhi tarubara anurāge| jaha~ taha~ purajana utarana lāge|| dala phala mūla kaṃda bidhi nānā| pāvana suṃdara sudhā samānā|| dohā/soraṭhā sādara saba kaha~ rāmagura paṭhae bhari bhari bhāra| pūji pitara sura atithi gura lage karana pharahāra||279||

    Meaning

    By Rama's grace the hill became a granter of every wish; the mere sight of it carried sorrow away. Its lakes and streams, its woods and its tracts of ground seemed to brim over with joy and love; creepers and trees were all in flower and in fruit, and birds, deer and bees uttered pleasing sounds. There was great rejoicing in the forest at that time, and the breeze, cool and soft and fragrant, was a delight to everyone. Its loveliness is beyond telling - it was as though the Earth herself were playing host to Janaka. Then, bathing one after another and receiving leave from Rama, Janaka and the sage, the townsfolk looked with pleasure at one fine tree after another and began to make their halt here and there. Leaves, fruit, roots and bulbs of many kinds were there, pure and lovely and like nectar; Rama's preceptor respectfully sent loads of them to everyone, and after worshipping the ancestors, the gods, their guests and their guru, they set about their meal of fruit.

  280. Verse 280

    caupāī ehi bidhi bāsara bīte cārī| rāmu nirakhi nara nāri sukhārī|| duhu samāja asi ruci mana māhīṃ| binu siya rāma phiraba bhala nāhīṃ|| sītā rāma saṃga banabāsū| koṭi amarapura sarisa supāsū|| parihari lakhana rāmu baidehī| jehi gharu bhāva bāma bidhi tehī|| dāhina daiu hoi jaba sabahī| rāma samīpa basia bana tabahī|| maṃdākini majjanu tihu kālā| rāma darasu muda maṃgala mālā|| aṭanu rāma giri bana tāpasa thala| asanu amia sama kaṃda mūla phala|| sukha sameta saṃbata dui sātā| pala sama hohiṃ na janiahiṃ jātā|| dohā/soraṭhā ehi sukha joga na loga saba kahahiṃ kahā~ asa bhāgu|| sahaja subhāya~ samāja duhu rāma carana anurāgu||280||

    Meaning

    In this way four days went by, and men and women were happy at the sight of Rama. In both companies the same longing stirred: it would not be good to return without Sita and Rama. To share the forest life with Sita and Rama is a comfort worth ten million cities of the immortals; and whoever, leaving Lakshmana, Rama and Vaidehi, still finds his own house dear has fate set against him. Only when God is favourable to us all shall we live in the forest near Rama - bathing in the Mandakini at the three hours of the day, the sight of Rama a garland of gladness and blessing, wandering over Rama's hill and its woods and the seats of the ascetics, and eating roots and bulbs and fruit sweet as nectar. In such happiness the fourteen years would pass like a moment, and one would not even know them going. Yet all the people said, 'We are not fit for such joy; where should we find such good fortune?' In both companies alike, love for Rama's feet was wholly natural and unforced.

  281. Verse 281

    caupāī ehi bidhi sakala manoratha karahīṃ| bacana saprema sunata mana harahīṃ|| sīya mātu tehi samaya paṭhāīṃ| dāsīṃ dekhi suavasaru āīṃ|| sāvakāsa suni saba siya sāsū| āyau janakarāja ranivāsū|| kausalyā~ sādara sanamānī| āsana die samaya sama ānī|| sīlu saneha sakala duhu orā| dravahiṃ dekhi suni kulisa kaṭhorā|| pulaka sithila tana bāri bilocana| mahi nakha likhana lagīṃ saba socana|| saba siya rāma prīti ki si mūratī| janu karunā bahu beṣa bisūrati|| sīya mātu kaha bidhi budhi bā~kī| jo paya phenu phora pabi ṭā~kī|| dohā/soraṭhā sunia sudhā dekhiahiṃ garala saba karatūti karāla| jaha~ taha~ kāka ulūka baka mānasa sakṛta marāla||281||

    Meaning

    In this way they all framed their heart's desires, and their loving words stole the minds of those who heard them. Just then Sita's mother sent her maids, and they came, seeing that the moment was right. Hearing that all of Sita's mothers-in-law were at leisure, the ladies of Janaka's household came there. Kaushalya honoured them with respect and had seats brought and given as befitted the occasion. Such was the courtesy and affection on both sides that a heart hard as a thunderbolt would melt to see and hear it. Their bodies were limp with thrills of feeling and their eyes streamed with tears; sunk in sorrow, they all began to scratch the ground with their nails. They seemed so many images of love for Sita and Rama, as though Compassion herself were grieving in many guises. Sita's mother said, 'The Creator's wit is crooked - he takes a chisel of adamant to break the froth upon milk. In the hearing it is nectar, in the seeing it is poison; every act of his is fearful. Crows and owls and herons are met with here, there and everywhere, while the swan belongs to the Manasa lake alone, and even there is rarely seen.'

  282. Verse 282

    caupāī suni sasoca kaha debi sumitrā| bidhi gati baṛi biparīta bicitrā|| jo sṛji pālai harai bahorī| bāla keli sama bidhi mati bhorī|| kausalyā kaha dosu na kāhū| karama bibasa dukha sukha chati lāhū|| kaṭhina karama gati jāna bidhātā| jo subha asubha sakala phala dātā|| īsa rajāi sīsa sabahī keṃ| utapati thiti laya biṣahu amī keṃ|| debi moha basa socia bādī| bidhi prapaṃcu asa acala anādī|| bhūpati jiaba maraba ura ānī| socia sakhi lakhi nija hita hānī|| sīya mātu kaha satya subānī| sukṛtī avadhi avadhapati rānī|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhanu rāma siya jāhu~ bana bhala parināma na pocu| gahabari hiya~ kaha kausilā mohi bharata kara socu||282||

    Meaning

    Hearing this, Queen Sumitra said in her sorrow, 'The way of the Creator is very contrary and very strange. He who fashions, then sustains, and then takes away again - his mind is as heedless as a child at play.' Kaushalya said, 'No one is at fault; sorrow and joy, loss and gain, are ruled by our deeds. Hard is the course of karma, and only the Ordainer knows it, who is the giver of every fruit, auspicious and inauspicious alike. The Lord's command is upon every head - upon creation, upon continuance and upon dissolution, upon poison as upon nectar. Lady, to grieve is idle and comes of delusion; the Creator's fabric is like this, unmoving and without beginning. We take the king's living and dying to heart, friend, and grieve because we see the loss of our own good.' Sita's mother said, 'True and finely spoken; the queens of Ayodhya's lord are the very measure of merit. Lakshmana, Rama and Sita go to the forest, and the outcome will be good, not evil.' With a heart wrung within her, Kaushalya said, 'It is Bharata I am anxious for.'

  283. Verse 283

    caupāī īsa prasāda asīsa tumhārī| suta sutabadhū devasari bārī|| rāma sapatha maiṃ kīnha na kāū| so kari kahau~ sakhī sati bhāū|| bharata sīla guna binaya baṛāī| bhāyapa bhagati bharosa bhalāī|| kahata sāradahu kara mati hīce| sāgara sīpa ki jāhiṃ ulīce|| jānau~ sadā bharata kuladīpā| bāra bāra mohi kaheu mahīpā|| kaseṃ kanaku mani pārikhi pāe~| puruṣa parikhiahiṃ samaya~ subhāe~| anucita āju kahaba asa morā| soka saneha~ sayānapa thorā|| suni surasari sama pāvani bānī| bhaīṃ saneha bikala saba rānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kausalyā kaha dhīra dhari sunahu debi mithilesi| ko bibekanidhi ballabhahi tumhahi sakai upadesi||283||

    Meaning

    Kaushalya said: 'By the Lord's favour and by your blessing, my son and my daughter-in-law are as pure as water from the river of the gods. Never once in my life have I sworn by Rama; taking that oath now, friend, I speak to you in complete sincerity. Of Bharata's gentle nature, his virtues, his modesty and his greatness, of his brotherly feeling, his devotion, his steadfastness and his goodness, even Sharada's wit hesitates in the telling. Can the ocean be ladled dry with a shell? I have always known Bharata to be the lamp of this house, for the King said as much to me again and again. Gold is tested by rubbing on the touchstone and a gem when an appraiser is found, and men are tested by the occasion and by their own nature. It is not fitting that I should speak so today, but grief and love have left me little prudence.' Hearing words as cleansing as the heavenly river, all the queens were undone with affection; and Kaushalya, taking heart again, said, 'Listen, queen of Mithila: who could presume to counsel you, the beloved of that very treasure-house of discernment?'

  284. Verse 284

    caupāī rāni rāya sana avasaru pāī| apanī bhā~ti kahaba samujhāī|| rakhiahiṃ lakhanu bharatu gabanahiṃ bana| jauṃ yaha mata mānai mahīpa mana|| tau bhala jatanu karaba subicārī| moreṃ saucu bharata kara bhārī|| gūṛha saneha bharata mana māhī| raheṃ nīka mohi lāgata nāhīṃ|| lakhi subhāu suni sarala subānī| saba bhai magana karuna rasa rānī|| nabha prasūna jhari dhanya dhanya dhuni| sithila saneha~ siddha jogī muni|| sabu ranivāsu bithaki lakhi raheū| taba dhari dhīra sumitrā~ kaheū|| debi daṃḍa juga jāmini bītī| rāma mātu sunī uṭhī saprītī|| dohā/soraṭhā begi pāu dhāria thalahi kaha saneha~ satibhāya| hamareṃ tau aba īsa gati ke mithilesa sahāya||284||

    Meaning

    Kaushalya went on: 'Queen, when you find the moment, put it to the King in your own way and bring him round: let Lakshmana be kept back and let Bharata go to the forest. If the King's mind accepts this counsel, then let good measures be taken after careful thought. My anxiety on Bharata's account is heavy: a hidden depth of love lies in his heart, and I do not think it will end well if he is left behind.' Seeing her nature and hearing that simple, gracious speech, all the queens were drowned in the mood of pity. Flowers rained down from the sky and the sound of 'Blessed! Blessed!' arose; siddhas, yogis and sages went limp with love. The whole of the queens' household stood spent and gazing, until Sumitra gathered her courage and said, 'Lady, two dandas of the night are gone.' Rama's mother heard her and rose lovingly, saying in true and loving earnest, 'Go quickly now to your camp. For us, God alone is our recourse now, or else the lord of Mithila our help.'

  285. Verse 285

    caupāī lakhi saneha suni bacana binītā| janakapriyā gaha pāya punītā|| debi ucita asi binaya tumhārī| dasaratha gharini rāma mahatārī|| prabhu apane nīcahu ādarahīṃ| agini dhūma giri sira tinu dharahīṃ|| sevaku rāu karama mana bānī| sadā sahāya mahesu bhavānī|| raure aṃga jogu jaga ko hai| dīpa sahāya ki dinakara sohai|| rāmu jāi banu kari sura kājū| acala avadhapura karihahiṃ rājū|| amara nāga nara rāma bāhubala| sukha basihahiṃ apaneṃ apane thala|| yaha saba jāgabalika kahi rākhā| debi na hoi mudhā muni bhāṣā|| dohā/soraṭhā asa kahi paga pari pema ati siya hita binaya sunāi|| siya sameta siyamātu taba calī suāyasu pāi||285||

    Meaning

    Seeing her love and hearing those humble words, Janaka's queen clasped her holy feet. 'Lady, such humility becomes none but you, who are Dasharatha's wife and Rama's mother. Masters honour even their own lowly ones: fire carries smoke upon it, and the mountain bears grass upon its head. In deed, in thought and in word the King is your servant, and Mahesha and Bhavani are your help for ever. Who in the world is a match for your person? Does the sun shine the brighter for a lamp's help? Rama will go to the forest, accomplish the work of the gods, and then reign unshaken in Ayodhya; by the might of Rama's arm gods, nagas and men will dwell in happiness, each in his own place. All this Yajnavalkya has declared already, and a sage's word, Lady, can never come to nothing.' So saying she fell at her feet with the deepest love and made her plea on Sita's behalf; then, receiving gracious leave, Sita's mother departed, taking Sita with her.

  286. Verse 286

    caupāī priya parijanahi milī baidehī| jo jehi jogu bhā~ti tehi tehī|| tāpasa beṣa jānakī dekhī| bhā sabu bikala biṣāda biseṣī|| janaka rāma gura āyasu pāī| cale thalahi siya dekhī āī|| līnhi lāi ura janaka jānakī| pāhuna pāvana pema prāna kī|| ura umageu aṃbudhi anurāgū| bhayau bhūpa manu manahu~ payāgū|| siya saneha baṭu bāṛhata johā| tā para rāma pema sisu sohā|| cirajīvī muni gyāna bikala janu| būṛata laheu bāla avalaṃbanu|| moha magana mati nahiṃ bideha kī| mahimā siya raghubara saneha kī|| dohā/soraṭhā siya pitu mātu saneha basa bikala na sakī sa~bhāri| dharanisutā~ dhīraju dhareu samau sudharamu bicāri||286||

    Meaning

    Vaidehi met her dear kinsfolk, each one in the manner that befitted him. Seeing Janaki in the dress of an ascetic, all were stricken with uncommon grief. Janaka, having taken leave of Rama and of the guru, went to his camp and came to look upon Sita. He gathered Janaki to his breast, the holy guest of his love and of his very life. An ocean of affection surged in his heart, and the King's mind became, as it were, Prayaga itself. There he beheld the banyan of his love for Sita growing tall, and upon it shone the child that was his love for Rama; it was as though his wisdom, a deathless sage in distress, had found the support of that child as it sank. Yet the understanding of Videha was not drowned in delusion, and this was the glory of his love for Sita and for the best of Raghu's line. Overcome by love for her father and mother, Sita was so distressed that she could not compose herself; then the daughter of Earth took courage, considering the hour and the higher duty.

  287. Verse 287

    caupāī tāpasa beṣa janaka siya dekhī| bhayau pemu paritoṣu biseṣī|| putri pavitra kie kula doū| sujasa dhavala jagu kaha sabu koū|| jiti surasari kīrati sari torī| gavanu kīnha bidhi aṃḍa karorī|| gaṃga avani thala tīni baṛere| ehiṃ kie sādhu samāja ghanere|| pitu kaha satya saneha~ subānī| sīya sakuca mahu~ manahu~ samānī|| puni pitu mātu līnha ura lāī| sikha āsiṣa hita dīnhi suhāī|| kahati na sīya sakuci mana māhīṃ| ihā~ basaba rajanīṃ bhala nāhīṃ|| lakhi rukha rāni janāyau rāū| hṛdaya~ sarāhata sīlu subhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā bāra bāra mili bheṃṭa siya bidā kīnha sanamāni| kahī samaya sira bharata gati rāni subāni sayāni||287||

    Meaning

    Seeing Sita in the ascetic's dress, Janaka felt an uncommon love and contentment. 'Daughter, you have sanctified both houses; everyone says the world is made white by your bright fame. Your river of glory has outdone the celestial river and has run through crore upon crore of Brahma's universes. Ganga has made but three great holy places upon the earth, while this river of yours has made countless companies of the holy.' So the father spoke truly, with loving eloquence, and Sita seemed to withdraw wholly into her modesty. Then her father and mother took her again to their hearts and gave her fair counsel and kindly blessings. Bashful in her heart, Sita did not say what she was thinking, that it was not well for them to pass the night there; but the queen read her look and told the King, who praised her modesty and her nature within himself. Meeting and embracing her again and again, they took leave of Sita with honour; and the wise queen, in choice words and at the fitting moment, told him how it stood with Bharata.

  288. Verse 288

    caupāī suni bhūpāla bharata byavahārū| sona sugaṃdha sudhā sasi sārū|| mūde sajala nayana pulake tana| sujasu sarāhana lage mudita mana|| sāvadhāna sunu sumukhi sulocani| bharata kathā bhava baṃdha bimocani|| dharama rājanaya brahmabicārū| ihā~ jathāmati mora pracārū|| so mati mori bharata mahimāhī| kahai kāha chali chuati na chā~hī|| bidhi ganapati ahipati siva sārada| kabi kobida budha buddhi bisārada|| bharata carita kīrati karatūtī| dharama sīla guna bimala bibhūtī|| samujhata sunata sukhada saba kāhū| suci surasari ruci nidara sudhāhū|| dohā/soraṭhā niravadhi guna nirupama puruṣu bharatu bharata sama jāni| kahia sumeru ki sera sama kabikula mati sakucāni||288||

    Meaning

    When the King heard of Bharata's conduct, which was gold made fragrant besides, nectar with the moon's own essence in it, he closed his brimming eyes, his body thrilled, and with a glad heart he began to praise that fair fame. 'Listen attentively, fair of face and lovely of eye: the tale of Bharata releases one from the bonds of worldly existence. In dharma, in statecraft and in the enquiry into Brahman I have some standing of my own, such as my understanding allows; but what can that understanding of mine say of Bharata's greatness, when by no device can it touch even the shadow of it? For Brahma, Ganapati, the lord of serpents, Shiva and Sharada, for poets and scholars, for the wise and the adepts of intellect alike, Bharata's character, fame and doings, his righteousness, conduct, virtues and unclouded glory are a delight to hear and to grasp: pure as the celestial river and, in their relish, putting nectar itself to shame. Bharata is a man of boundless virtue and beyond compare, so know Bharata to be like Bharata alone. Should Sumeru be called the equal of a ser's weight? The wit of the whole tribe of poets shrinks from the task.'

  289. Verse 289

    caupāī agama sabahi baranata barabaranī| jimi jalahīna mīna gamu dharanī|| bharata amita mahimā sunu rānī| jānahiṃ rāmu na sakahiṃ bakhānī|| barani saprema bharata anubhāū| tiya jiya kī ruci lakhi kaha rāū|| bahurahiṃ lakhanu bharatu bana jāhīṃ| saba kara bhala saba ke mana māhīṃ|| debi paraṃtu bharata raghubara kī| prīti pratīti jāi nahiṃ tarakī|| bharatu avadhi saneha mamatā kī| jadyapi rāmu sīma samatā kī|| paramāratha svāratha sukha sāre| bharata na sapanehu~ manahu~ nihāre|| sādhana siddha rāma paga nehū||mohi lakhi parata bharata mata ehū|| dohā/soraṭhā bhorehu~ bharata na pelihahiṃ manasahu~ rāma rajāi| karia na socu saneha basa kaheu bhūpa bilakhāi||289||

    Meaning

    The king said, 'To tell of it is beyond everyone, O fair one - as far past reach as walking on dry ground is for a fish drawn out of water. Hear, my queen: Bharata's greatness is measureless. Rama knows it, yet even he cannot set it out in words.' Having praised Bharata's nature in this loving way, and reading the wish that lay in his wife's heart, the king went on: 'That Lakshmana should come back and Bharata go to the forest in his place - this would be the good of all, and it is what is in every mind. But, my lady, the love Bharata bears Rama and the faith he has in him cannot be arrived at by reasoning. Bharata is the outermost bound of affection and attachment, though Rama is the very limit of even-mindedness. All the joys of the world beyond and all the joys of this one - Bharata has never so much as glanced at them in his mind, not even in a dream. Love for Rama's feet is at once his discipline and his attainment; this, so far as I can see, is Bharata's whole persuasion. Not by oversight, not even in thought, will Bharata set aside Rama's will; do not let your affection drive you to grieve.' So the king spoke, and his voice broke with sorrow as he said it.

  290. Verse 290

    caupāī rāma bharata guna ganata saprītī| nisi daṃpatihi palaka sama bītī|| rāja samāja prāta juga jāge| nhāi nhāi sura pūjana lāge|| ge nahāi gura pahīṃ raghurāī| baṃdi carana bole rukha pāī|| nātha bharatu purajana mahatārī| soka bikala banabāsa dukhārī|| sahita samāja rāu mithilesū| bahuta divasa bhae sahata kalesū|| ucita hoi soi kījia nāthā| hita sabahī kara raureṃ hāthā|| asa kahi ati sakuce raghurāū| muni pulake lakhi sīlu subhāū|| tumha binu rāma sakala sukha sājā| naraka sarisa duhu rāja samājā|| dohā/soraṭhā prāna prāna ke jīva ke jiva sukha ke sukha rāma| tumha taji tāta sohāta gṛha jinhahi tinhahiṃ bidhi bāma||290||

    Meaning

    Telling over the virtues of Rama and of Bharata with love, the royal couple found the night pass like a single blink of the eye. At daybreak both royal camps woke, and having bathed they set about worshipping the gods. Rama too bathed and went to his preceptor; bowing at his feet and waiting till he saw the sage was willing, he said, 'My lord, Bharata, the townsfolk and my mothers are beside themselves with grief and worn down by this forest life. The king of Mithila is here with his people as well, and many days have gone by while they bear the hardship. Do, my lord, whatever is fitting; the good of all lies in your hands.' Having said so much Rama drew back in deep modesty, and the sage thrilled with delight to see such gentleness, such a nature. 'Rama,' he said, 'without you every furnishing of pleasure is a hell to both these royal assemblies. You are the life of their life, the soul of their soul, the joy of their joy. Dear child, if there is a man whom his own home can still please once he has left you, then fate itself has turned against him.'

  291. Verse 291

    caupāī so sukhu karamu dharamu jari jāū| jaha~ na rāma pada paṃkaja bhāū|| jogu kujogu gyānu agyānū| jaha~ nahiṃ rāma pema paradhānū|| tumha binu dukhī sukhī tumha tehīṃ| tumha jānahu jiya jo jehi kehīṃ|| rāura āyasu sira sabahī keṃ| bidita kṛpālahi gati saba nīkeṃ|| āpu āśramahi dhāria pāū| bhayau saneha sithila munirāū|| kari pranāma taba rāmu sidhāe| riṣi dhari dhīra janaka pahiṃ āe|| rāma bacana guru nṛpahi sunāe| sīla saneha subhāya~ suhāe|| mahārāja aba kījia soī| saba kara dharama sahita hita hoī|| dohā/soraṭhā gyāna nidhāna sujāna suci dharama dhīra narapāla| tumha binu asamaṃjasa samana ko samaratha ehi kāla||291||

    Meaning

    'Let that happiness, that action, that dharma burn to ashes in which there is no love for Rama's lotus feet. Where love for Rama does not rule, yoga is a false yoga and knowledge is nothing but ignorance. Without you all are wretched, and through you they are content; you yourself know what lies in the heart of each and every one. Your command rests upon every head, and to you, merciful one, every condition here is plainly known. Be pleased now to set foot in your own hermitage.' So the great sage spoke, his firmness quite loosened by affection. Rama bowed and departed, and the sage, gathering his composure again, came to Janaka. He repeated Rama's words to the king - words made lovely by their gentleness, their affection and their natural grace - and said, 'Great king, do now that by which the welfare of all may come about together with dharma. Storehouse of wisdom, sagacious, pure, unshaken in righteousness, protector of men: who but you is able at such an hour to quiet this perplexity?'

  292. Verse 292

    caupāī suni muni bacana janaka anurāge| lakhi gati gyānu birāgu birāge|| sithila saneha~ gunata mana māhīṃ| āe ihā~ kīnha bhala nāhī|| rāmahi rāya~ kaheu bana jānā| kīnha āpu priya prema pravānā|| hama aba bana teṃ banahi paṭhāī| pramudita phiraba bibeka baṛāī|| tāpasa muni mahisura suni dekhī| bhae prema basa bikala biseṣī|| samau samujhi dhari dhīraju rājā| cale bharata pahiṃ sahita samājā|| bharata āi āgeṃ bhai līnhe| avasara sarisa suāsana dīnhe|| tāta bharata kaha terahuti rāū| tumhahi bidita raghubīra subhāū|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma satyabrata dharama rata saba kara sīlu sanehu|| saṃkaṭa sahata sakoca basa kahia jo āyasu dehu||292||

    Meaning

    At the sage's words Janaka was filled with love; and seeing the state he was in, knowledge and dispassion themselves grew dispassionate and drew away. Slack with affection, he turned it over in his mind: 'In coming here I have done no good at all. The king bade Rama go to the forest and thereby made himself the very warrant of love for one he loved; and now we, having sent him on from forest to forest, shall go back delighted with the credit of our own discernment.' The ascetics, the sages and the brahmins who heard and saw this were carried away by love and grew especially distressed. Recognizing what the hour asked of him, the king took hold of his patience and went with his company to Bharata, who came forward to receive them and gave them seats such as the occasion called for. Then the king of Tirhut said, 'Dear Bharata, Rama's nature is known to you: he is vowed to truth, devoted to dharma, gentle and loving towards all, and it is his very delicacy that makes him bear this hardship. Speak, and give whatever command you will.'

  293. Verse 293

    caupāī suni tana pulaki nayana bhari bārī| bole bharatu dhīra dhari bhārī|| prabhu priya pūjya pitā sama āpū| kulaguru sama hita māya na bāpū|| kausikādi muni saciva samājū| gyāna aṃbunidhi āpunu ājū|| sisu sevaka āyasu anugāmī| jāni mohi sikha deia svāmī|| ehiṃ samāja thala būjhaba rāura| mauna malina maiṃ bolaba bāura|| choṭe badana kahau~ baṛi bātā| chamaba tāta lakhi bāma bidhātā|| āgama nigama prasiddha purānā| sevādharamu kaṭhina jagu jānā|| svāmi dharama svārathahi birodhū| bairu aṃdha premahi na prabodhū|| dohā/soraṭhā rākhi rāma rukha dharamu bratu parādhīna mohi jāni| saba keṃ saṃmata sarba hita karia pemu pahicāni||293||

    Meaning

    Hearing this, Bharata's body thrilled and his eyes brimmed with water; summoning great fortitude he spoke: 'My lord, you are dear to me and worthy of worship, no less than a father; and there is no well-wisher, neither mother nor father, to equal the family preceptor. Here is the whole company of sages headed by Kaushika, and the ministers; and today you yourself are present, an ocean of wisdom. Knowing me for a child, a servant, one who only follows orders, give me your instruction, master. In such an assembly and such a place, when you put the question to me, silence in me would look ill and speech would sound the raving of a fool. With a small mouth I am uttering large words; forgive it, father, seeing how fate has set itself against me. The scriptures, the Vedas and the famed Puranas declare, and the world knows, that the duty of a servant is hard: service of a master stands opposed to one's own interest; enmity is blind, and love has no discernment in it either. Keeping Rama's wish, his dharma and his vow in view, and knowing that I am not my own master, do what all approve and what is for the good of all - and while you do it, recognize my love.'

  294. Verse 294

    caupāī bharata bacana suni dekhi subhāū| sahita samāja sarāhata rāū|| sugama agama mṛdu maṃju kaṭhore| arathu amita ati ākhara thore|| jyau mukha mukura mukuru nija pānī| gahi na jāi asa adabhuta bānī|| bhūpa bharata muni sahita samājū| ge jaha~ bibudha kumuda dvijarājū|| suni sudhi soca bikala saba logā| manahu~ mīnagana nava jala jogā|| deva~ prathama kulagura gati dekhī| nirakhi bideha saneha biseṣī|| rāma bhagatimaya bharatu nihāre| sura svārathī hahari hiya~ hāre|| saba kou rāma pemamaya pekhā| bhau alekha soca basa lekhā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāmu saneha sakoca basa kaha sasoca surarāja| racahu prapaṃcahi paṃca mili nāhiṃ ta bhayau akāju||294||

    Meaning

    Hearing Bharata's words and seeing his nature, the king together with the whole assembly praised him. His speech was easy and yet unfathomable, tender and sweet and yet firm; its meaning was boundless and its syllables very few. It could no more be caught hold of than the face that shows in a mirror, though the mirror be in one's own hand - so wonderful was that utterance. Then the king, Bharata, the sage and all the company went to where Rama was, the moon whose rising opens the night-lilies of the gods. Hearing the news, the people, till then distraught with anxiety, revived as shoals of fish revive at the coming of fresh water. The gods first observed the state of the family preceptor, then marked the exceeding love of Videha; and when they beheld Bharata made wholly of devotion to Rama, the self-seeking gods shuddered and lost heart within them. Seeing every one of them steeped in love for Rama, they fell under an anxiety past all reckoning. 'Rama is bound by love and by his own delicacy,' said the king of the gods in his alarm; 'put your heads together, all of you, and contrive some device, or else our business is undone.'

  295. Verse 295

    caupāī suranha sumiri sāradā sarāhī| debi deva saranāgata pāhī|| pheri bharata mati kari nija māyā| pālu bibudha kula kari chala chāyā|| bibudha binaya suni debi sayānī| bolī sura svāratha jaṛa jānī|| mo sana kahahu bharata mati pherū| locana sahasa na sūjha sumerū|| bidhi hari hara māyā baṛi bhārī| sou na bharata mati sakai nihārī|| so mati mohi kahata karu bhorī| caṃdini kara ki caṃḍakara corī|| bharata hṛdaya~ siya rāma nivāsū| taha~ ki timira jaha~ tarani prakāsū|| asa kahi sārada gai bidhi lokā| bibudha bikala nisi mānahu~ kokā|| dohā/soraṭhā sura svārathī malīna mana kīnha kumaṃtra kuṭhāṭu|| raci prapaṃca māyā prabala bhaya bhrama arati ucāṭu||295||

    Meaning

    The gods called Sarada to mind and praised her: 'Goddess, protect the gods who have come to your refuge. Turn Bharata's mind by your own maya, and guard the host of the immortals by casting over him a shadow of deceit.' Hearing the plea of the gods, the wise goddess, knowing them selfish and dull, replied: 'You tell me to turn Bharata's mind? A thousand eyes, and still Sumeru goes unseen! The maya of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva is vast beyond measure, yet even it cannot so much as look upon Bharata's mind. And you ask me to make that mind waver — can moonlight steal away the rays of the fierce-rayed sun? Sita and Rama dwell in Bharata's heart; can there be darkness where the sun is shining?' Saying this Sarada went away to Brahma's world, and the gods were left as restless as the chakravaka bird through the night. Selfish and foul of mind, they took evil counsel and laid a wicked plot; weaving a web of trickery, they loosed a mighty maya of fear, delusion, anguish and disquiet.

  296. Verse 296

    caupāī kari kucāli socata surarājū| bharata hātha sabu kāju akājū|| gae janaku raghunātha samīpā| sanamāne saba rabikula dīpā|| samaya samāja dharama abirodhā| bole taba raghubaṃsa purodhā|| janaka bharata saṃbādu sunāī| bharata kahāuti kahī suhāī|| tāta rāma jasa āyasu dehū| so sabu karai mora mata ehū|| suni raghunātha jori juga pānī| bole satya sarala mṛdu bānī|| bidyamāna āpuni mithilesū| mora kahaba saba bhā~ti bhadesū|| rāura rāya rajāyasu hoī| rāuri sapatha sahī sira soī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma sapatha suni muni janaku sakuce sabhā sameta| sakala bilokata bharata mukhu banai na utaru deta||296||

    Meaning

    Having worked this foul trick, the king of the gods sat brooding, for the whole business, its making and its marring, lay in Bharata's hands. Janaka came near to Raghunatha, and the lamp of the solar line honoured them all. Then the priest of the Raghu line spoke words that ran counter neither to the hour, nor to the assembly, nor to dharma. He recounted the conversation of Janaka and Bharata and repeated the fair things Bharata had said. 'Son Rama, give whatever command you will, and let all abide by it — that is my judgement.' Hearing him, Raghunatha joined both palms and spoke words true, straight and gentle: 'With your own self and the lord of Mithila both present here, anything said by me would be unbecoming in every way. Whatever order comes from you and from the king — I swear by you — that alone is right, and I take it upon my head.' Hearing Rama's oath, the sage and Janaka and the whole assembly with them were abashed; all gazed at Bharata's face, and no answer would shape itself.

  297. Verse 297

    caupāī sabhā sakuca basa bharata nihārī| rāmabaṃdhu dhari dhīraju bhārī|| kusamau dekhi sanehu sa~bhārā| baṛhata biṃdhi jimi ghaṭaja nivārā|| soka kanakalocana mati chonī| harī bimala guna gana jagajonī|| bharata bibeka barāha~ bisālā| anāyāsa udharī tehi kālā|| kari pranāmu saba kaha~ kara jore| rāmu rāu gura sādhu nihore|| chamaba āju ati anucita morā| kahau~ badana mṛdu bacana kaṭhorā|| hiya~ sumirī sāradā suhāī| mānasa teṃ mukha paṃkaja āī|| bimala bibeka dharama naya sālī| bharata bhāratī maṃju marālī|| dohā/soraṭhā nirakhi bibeka bilocananhi sithila saneha~ samāju| kari pranāmu bole bharatu sumiri sīya raghurāju||297||

    Meaning

    Bharata saw the assembly held fast by embarrassment, and Rama's brother gathered great fortitude to himself. Seeing the hour was wrong, he held his love in check, as the pot-born sage once stayed the swelling Vindhya. Grief was the golden-eyed demon and his understanding the earth, borne off by him — that earth of pure virtues which is the mother of the world; and Bharata's discernment, a vast Boar, raised it up again at that very moment, and without effort. Bowing, he folded his hands to all and entreated Rama, the king, the guru and the good: 'Forgive me today a great impropriety — with a gentle mouth I am about to speak hard words.' In his heart he remembered gracious Sarada, and she came from the Manasa lake to the lotus of his mouth: Bharata's speech, a lovely swan, rich in clear discernment, in dharma and in prudence. Seeing with the eyes of discernment that the whole gathering had gone slack with affection, Bharata bowed, called Sita and the Lord of the Raghus to mind, and began to speak.

  298. Verse 298

    caupāī prabhu pitu mātu suhrada gura svāmī| pūjya parama hita ataṃrajāmī|| sarala susāhibu sīla nidhānū| pranatapāla sarbagya sujānū|| samaratha saranāgata hitakārī| gunagāhaku avaguna agha hārī|| svāmi gosā~ihi sarisa gosāī| mohi samāna maiṃ sāi~ dohāī|| prabhu pitu bacana moha basa pelī| āyau~ ihā~ samāju sakelī|| jaga bhala poca ū~ca aru nīcū| amia amarapada māhuru mīcū|| rāma rajāi meṭa mana māhīṃ| dekhā sunā katahu~ kou nāhīṃ|| so maiṃ saba bidhi kīnhi ḍhiṭhāī| prabhu mānī saneha sevakāī|| dohā/soraṭhā kṛpā~ bhalāī āpanī nātha kīnha bhala mora| dūṣana bhe bhūṣana sarisa sujasu cāru cahu ora||298||

    Meaning

    'Lord, you are father and mother, friend, guru and master; worthy of worship, the highest good, the knower of what is within. Straightforward, a good master, a treasury of gentle nature, protector of the suppliant, all-knowing and wise. Strong, the well-wisher of whoever takes refuge, a prizer of virtues, a remover of faults and sins. Master, only my Lord is like my Lord — and, by my master's oath, only I am like myself. Lord, in the grip of delusion I trod down my father's word and came here, sweeping this whole company along with me. The world holds good and vile, high and low, nectar and the deathless state, poison and death; but a man who would blot out Rama's command even within his mind I have nowhere seen or heard of. Such presumption I committed in every way, and still the Lord counted it love and service. By your grace and your own goodness, master, you have turned my ill into good; my faults have become ornaments, and fair renown spreads on all four sides.'

  299. Verse 299

    caupāī rāuri rīti subāni baṛāī| jagata bidita nigamāgama gāī|| kūra kuṭila khala kumati kalaṃkī| nīca nisīla nirīsa nisaṃkī|| teu suni sarana sāmuheṃ āe| sakṛta pranāmu kiheṃ apanāe|| dekhi doṣa kabahu~ na ura āne| suni guna sādhu samāja bakhāne|| ko sāhiba sevakahi nevājī| āpu samāja sāja saba sājī|| nija karatūti na samujhia sapaneṃ| sevaka sakuca socu ura apaneṃ|| so gosāi~ nahi dūsara kopī| bhujā uṭhāi kahau~ pana ropī|| pasu nācata suka pāṭha prabīnā| guna gati naṭa pāṭhaka ādhīnā|| dohā/soraṭhā yoṃ sudhāri sanamāni jana kie sādhu siramora| ko kṛpāla binu pālihai biridāvali barajora||299||

    Meaning

    'Your way, your gracious habit, your greatness are known throughout the world and sung by Veda and Agama. The cruel, the crooked, the wicked, the perverse and the stained; the base, the ill-conducted, the masterless, the brazen — even such as these, when they heard of you and came before you for shelter, you made your own at a single bow. Their faults you saw and never took to heart; their virtues you heard and praised in the company of the good. What master ever favoured a servant so, arranging himself the whole assembly and every provision for him? You never reckon your own doing, not even in a dream, while your heart carries the anxiety of the servant's embarrassment. There is no second such lord — with my arm raised I say it and stake my word upon it. A beast dances and a parrot proves skilled at recitation, but the merit of the feat belongs to the trainer and to the teacher. Mending your servants in this way and honouring them, you have made them the crown of the good; who but the merciful would uphold the roll of his titles so stoutly?'

  300. Verse 300

    caupāī soka saneha~ ki bāla subhāe~| āyau~ lāi rajāyasu bāe~|| tabahu~ kṛpāla heri nija orā| sabahi bhā~ti bhala māneu morā|| dekheu~ pāya sumaṃgala mūlā| jāneu~ svāmi sahaja anukūlā|| baṛeṃ samāja bilokeu~ bhāgū| baṛīṃ cūka sāhiba anurāgū|| kṛpā anugraha aṃgu aghāī| kīnhi kṛpānidhi saba adhikāī|| rākhā mora dulāra gosāīṃ| apaneṃ sīla subhāya~ bhalāīṃ|| nātha nipaṭa maiṃ kīnhi ḍhiṭhāī| svāmi samāja sakoca bihāī|| abinaya binaya jathāruci bānī| chamihi deu ati ārati jānī|| dohā/soraṭhā suhrada sujāna susāhibahi bahuta kahaba baṛi khori| āyasu deia deva aba sabai sudhārī mori||300||

    Meaning

    'Whether out of grief, out of love, or out of a child's nature, I came here setting your command aside. Even then the merciful one looked on me as his own and counted everything I did as good. I have beheld your feet, the root of every blessing, and known my master to be kind by his very nature. In this great gathering I have seen my own good fortune: for a great blunder, the master's love. The treasury of mercy has heaped grace and favour upon me till I am filled, doing all things beyond measure. You have kept up your fondness for me, Lord, by your own gentleness, your disposition and your goodness. Master, I have been utterly presumptuous, casting off the deference owed to my lord and to this assembly. Whatever I have said as it pleased me, unmannerly or humble, may my Lord forgive, knowing how great my distress is. To speak much before a friend so wise and a master so good is itself a great fault; give your command now, Lord — everything of mine you have already set right.'

  301. Verse 301

    caupāī prabhu pada paduma parāga dohāī| satya sukṛta sukha sīva~ suhāī|| so kari kahau~ hie apane kī| ruci jāgata sovata sapane kī|| sahaja saneha~ svāmi sevakāī| svāratha chala phala cāri bihāī|| agyā sama na susāhiba sevā| so prasādu jana pāvai devā|| asa kahi prema bibasa bhae bhārī| pulaka sarīra bilocana bārī|| prabhu pada kamala gahe akulāī| samau sanehu na so kahi jāī|| kṛpāsiṃdhu sanamāni subānī| baiṭhāe samīpa gahi pānī|| bharata binaya suni dekhi subhāū| sithila saneha~ sabhā raghurāū||

    Meaning

    'By the pollen of the Lord's lotus feet I swear — that dust which is the lovely furthest bound of truth, of merit and of joy. On that oath I say what is in my heart: waking, sleeping and in dreams, my one longing is this — to serve my master out of natural love, letting go self-interest, guile and the four rewards of life, dharma, wealth, pleasure and release. No service of a good master equals the keeping of his command; grant this servant that favour, my lord.' So saying, Bharata was utterly overpowered by love; his body thrilled and his eyes filled with tears, and in his distress he caught hold of the Lord's lotus feet. That hour and that love are past telling. The ocean of grace honoured him with sweet speech and, taking his hand, seated him close by. Hearing Bharata's plea and seeing his temper, the assembly and the Lord of the Raghus alike went limp with love.

  302. Verse 302

    caupāī kapaṭa kucāli sīva~ surarājū| para akāja priya āpana kājū|| kāka samāna pākaripu rītī| chalī malīna katahu~ na pratītī|| prathama kumata kari kapaṭu sa~kelā| so ucāṭu saba keṃ sira melā|| suramāyā~ saba loga bimohe| rāma prema atisaya na bichohe|| bhaya ucāṭa basa mana thira nāhīṃ| chana bana ruci chana sadana sohāhīṃ|| dubidha manogati prajā dukhārī| sarita siṃdhu saṃgama janu bārī|| ducita katahu~ paritoṣu na lahahīṃ| eka eka sana maramu na kahahīṃ|| lakhi hiya~ ha~si kaha kṛpānidhānū| sarisa svāna maghavāna jubānū|| dohā/soraṭhā bharatu janaku munijana saciva sādhu saceta bihāi| lāgi devamāyā sabahi jathājogu janu pāi||302||

    Meaning

    The king of the gods is the very boundary-stone of fraud and crooked dealing: another's undoing is dear to him when his own end is served by it. Paka's enemy has the ways of a crow — sly, foul, nowhere to be trusted. First he took evil counsel and gathered his deceit together, then set that unsettling spell upon every head. By the gods' illusion all the people were bewildered, yet their exceeding love for Rama kept them from being parted from him. Swayed by fear and unrest, no mind would stand firm: one moment the forest drew them, the next moment home looked good. Divided in mind, the people suffered, like the water where a river meets the sea. Torn in two they found contentment nowhere, and none would tell another the secret of his heart. Seeing it, the treasury of mercy smiled inwardly and said: a dog, Maghavan and a young man are all of one sort. Leaving aside Bharata, Janaka, the sages, the ministers and the watchful holy men, the illusion of the gods laid hold of all the rest, taking each according to his fitness.

  303. Verse 303

    caupāī kṛpāsiṃdhu lakhi loga dukhāre| nija saneha~ surapati chala bhāre|| sabhā rāu gura mahisura maṃtrī| bharata bhagati saba kai mati jaṃtrī|| rāmahi citavata citra likhe se| sakucata bolata bacana sikhe se|| bharata prīti nati binaya baṛāī| sunata sukhada baranata kaṭhināī|| jāsu biloki bhagati lavalesū| prema magana munigana mithilesū|| mahimā tāsu kahai kimi tulasī| bhagati subhāya~ sumati hiya~ hulasī|| āpu choṭi mahimā baṛi jānī| kabikula kāni māni sakucānī|| kahi na sakati guna ruci adhikāī| mati gati bāla bacana kī nāī|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata bimala jasu bimala bidhu sumati cakorakumāri| udita bimala jana hṛdaya nabha ekaṭaka rahī nihāri||303||

    Meaning

    The ocean of mercy saw the people wretched, weighed down both by their own love and by the lord of the gods' trickery. The assembly, the king, the guru, the brahmins and the ministers — Bharata's devotion had every mind among them drawn to itself as a drawplate draws out wire. They kept their eyes on Rama, still as painted figures; and when they did speak they shrank back, the words coming out as though rehearsed. Bharata's love, his submission, his humility and his greatness are sweet to hear and hard to set down. Seeing only a particle of that devotion, the company of sages and the lord of Mithila were drowned in love. How then shall Tulsi tell his glory? Devotion of its own nature made good sense spring up rejoicing in the poet's heart; but knowing itself small and that glory great, and minding the decorum of the poets' tribe, it drew back abashed. Its longing is great, yet it cannot utter those virtues, and its wit moves like the speech of a child. Bharata's spotless fame is the spotless moon and good sense a young chakor hen: the moon has risen in the sky that is the heart of pure men, and she gazes on it without a blink.

  304. Verse 304

    caupāī bharata subhāu na sugama nigamahū~| laghu mati cāpalatā kabi chamahū~|| kahata sunata sati bhāu bharata ko| sīya rāma pada hoi na rata ko|| sumirata bharatahi premu rāma ko| jehi na sulabha tehi sarisa bāma ko|| dekhi dayāla dasā sabahī kī| rāma sujāna jāni jana jī kī|| dharama dhurīna dhīra naya nāgara| satya saneha sīla sukha sāgara|| desu kāla lakhi samau samājū| nīti prīti pālaka raghurājū|| bole bacana bāni sarabasu se| hita parināma sunata sasi rasu se|| tāta bharata tumha dharama dhurīnā| loka beda bida prema prabīnā|| dohā/soraṭhā karama bacana mānasa bimala tumha samāna tumha tāta| gura samāja laghu baṃdhu guna kusamaya~ kimi kahi jāta||304||

    Meaning

    Bharata's nature is not easy of access even to the Vedas; let poets forgive the forwardness of my slender wit. Speaking and hearing of Bharata's true feeling, who would not grow devoted to the feet of Sita and Rama? Remembering Bharata, love for Rama comes; and who is more crossed by fortune than the man to whom it does not come easily? The merciful Rama saw the state of them all and, being all-knowing, understood what was in his servant's heart. Bearer of the burden of dharma, steadfast, versed in polity, an ocean of truth, of affection, of good conduct and of joy, the king of the Raghus, who guards both right conduct and love, marked the country and the hour, the occasion and the assembly, and spoke words that were the whole treasure of speech, wholesome in their outcome and sweet as the moon's nectar to hear: 'Dear Bharata, you carry the burden of dharma; you know the world and the Vedas, and you are accomplished in love. In deed, in word and in mind you are stainless; you, dear one, are like none but yourself. Before the guru and this assembly, and you my younger brother — how in this evil hour can your virtues be told?'

  305. Verse 305

    caupāī jānahu tāta tarani kula rītī| satyasaṃdha pitu kīrati prītī|| samau samāju lāja gurujana kī| udāsīna hita anahita mana kī|| tumhahi bidita sabahī kara karamū| āpana mora parama hita dharamū|| mohi saba bhā~ti bharosa tumhārā| tadapi kahau~ avasara anusārā|| tāta tāta binu bāta hamārī| kevala gurukula kṛpā~ sa~bhārī|| nataru prajā parijana parivārū| hamahi sahita sabu hota khuārū|| jauṃ binu avasara athava~ dinesū| jaga kehi kahahu na hoi kalesū|| tasa utapātu tāta bidhi kīnhā| muni mithilesa rākhi sabu līnhā|| dohā/soraṭhā rāja kāja saba lāja pati dharama dharani dhana dhāma| gura prabhāu pālihi sabahi bhala hoihi parināma||305||

    Meaning

    'You know, dear one, the usage of the solar line, and the fame and the love of our father, who was true to his word. You know the occasion, the assembly, the deference owed to elders, and the minds of those who are indifferent, of friends and of enemies alike. Every man's duty is plain to you, and so is what is your own and my own highest good and dharma. I trust you in every way, and yet I speak as the moment requires. Without our father, dear one, our affairs have been held together by the grace of the guru's house alone; otherwise the subjects, the kinsfolk and the household, and we ourselves along with them, would all have come to ruin. If the sun were to set out of its season, tell me, who in the world would not be plunged into distress? Just such a calamity, dear one, has the Creator brought about, but the sage (Vasishtha) and the lord of Mithila (Janaka) have preserved everyone. The kingdom and its business, all honour and repute, dharma, land, wealth and home — the guru's power will guard them all, and the end of it will be good.'

  306. Verse 306

    caupāī sahita samāja tumhāra hamārā| ghara bana gura prasāda rakhavārā|| mātu pitā gura svāmi nidesū| sakala dharama dharanīdhara sesū|| so tumha karahu karāvahu mohū| tāta taranikula pālaka hohū|| sādhaka eka sakala sidhi denī| kīrati sugati bhūtimaya benī|| so bicāri sahi saṃkaṭu bhārī| karahu prajā parivāru sukhārī|| bā~ṭī bipati sabahiṃ mohi bhāī| tumhahi avadhi bhari baṛi kaṭhināī|| jāni tumhahi mṛdu kahau~ kaṭhorā| kusamaya~ tāta na anucita morā|| hohiṃ kuṭhāya~ subaṃdhu suhāe| oṛiahiṃ hātha asanihu ke ghāe|| dohā/soraṭhā sevaka kara pada nayana se mukha so sāhibu hoi| tulasī prīti ki rīti suni sukabi sarāhahiṃ soi||306||

    Meaning

    'Together with all our people, yours and mine, at home and in the forest alike, it is the guru's grace that keeps us. The command of mother, father, guru and master is the Shesha that bears up the whole earth of dharma. Carry it out yourself and have me carry it out too; be the guardian of the solar line, dear one. That one observance accomplishes everything and yields every success — a confluence of three streams, fame, a happy destiny and prosperity. Weigh this, bear the heavy trial, and make the subjects and the household happy. The affliction has been shared out among us all, myself with the rest, brother; but on you falls the great difficulty, and for the whole of the appointed term. I know how tender you are, and still I speak hard words; at such a season, dear one, that is no wrong in me. It is at a bad pass that good brothers show to best advantage: the hands are thrust out to take even the stroke of the thunderbolt.' A servant should be to his master as hands, feet and eyes, and the master as the mouth: hearing this manner of love, says Tulsi, good poets applaud it.

  307. Verse 307

    caupāī sabhā sakala suni raghubara bānī| prema payodhi amia janu sānī|| sithila samāja saneha samādhī| dekhi dasā cupa sārada sādhī|| bharatahi bhayau parama saṃtoṣū| sanamukha svāmi bimukha dukha doṣū|| mukha prasanna mana miṭā biṣādū| bhā janu gū~gehi girā prasādū|| kīnha saprema pranāmu bahorī| bole pāni paṃkaruha jorī|| nātha bhayau sukhu sātha gae ko| laheu~ lāhu jaga janamu bhae ko|| aba kṛpāla jasa āyasu hoī| karauṃ sīsa dhari sādara soī|| so avalaṃba deva mohi deī| avadhi pāru pāvauṃ jehi seī|| dohā/soraṭhā deva deva abhiṣeka hita gura anusāsanu pāi| āneu~ saba tīratha salilu tehi kaha~ kāha rajāi||307||

    Meaning

    The whole assembly listened to Raghubara's words, which seemed dipped in the nectar of an ocean of love. The gathering went slack, sunk in a trance of affection; seeing that state, Sharada too kept silence. Bharata felt the deepest contentment, for when the master turns his face towards a man, sorrow and blame turn their faces away. His countenance grew bright and the sadness of his mind was wiped out, as though one born mute had suddenly been given a voice. Then he bowed with love and, joining his lotus palms, said: 'Lord, the joy of having come here in your company is mine; I have won the whole gain of being born into this world. Now, merciful one, whatever your command may be, I shall set it upon my head and carry it out with reverence. Grant me, my lord, such a support as I may serve and by it come through to the end of the appointed term. God of gods, on the guru's instruction I have brought water from every sacred ford for your consecration; what is your order concerning it?'

  308. Verse 308

    caupāī eku manorathu baṛa mana māhīṃ| sabhaya~ sakoca jāta kahi nāhīṃ|| kahahu tāta prabhu āyasu pāī| bole bāni saneha suhāī|| citrakūṭa suci thala tīratha bana| khaga mṛga sara sari nirjhara girigana|| prabhu pada aṃkita avani biseṣī| āyasu hoi ta āvauṃ dekhī|| avasi atri āyasu sira dharahū| tāta bigatabhaya kānana carahū|| muni prasāda banu maṃgala dātā| pāvana parama suhāvana bhrātā|| riṣināyaku jaha~ āyasu dehīṃ| rākhehu tīratha jalu thala tehīṃ|| suni prabhu bacana bharata sukha pāvā| muni pada kamala mudita siru nāvā|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata rāma saṃbādu suni sakala sumaṃgala mūla| sura svārathī sarāhi kula baraṣata surataru phūla||308||

    Meaning

    'One great longing is in my heart,' said Bharata, 'but fear and diffidence keep it from my lips.' 'Speak, dear brother,' said Rama; and having the Lord's leave, Bharata spoke in words made lovely by affection: 'The pure spots of Chitrakut, its sacred fords and woods, its birds and beasts, its pools, streams, waterfalls and ranges of hills, and above all this ground marked by my Lord's feet — if you permit, I would go and see them.' 'By all means,' said Rama. 'Take Atri's word upon your head and roam the forest, brother, free of fear. By the sage's grace this wood is a giver of blessing, holy and supremely delightful, brother. Where the chief of sages directs you, set down the water of the sacred fords there.' Hearing the Lord's words Bharata was glad, and joyfully bowed his head at the sage's lotus feet. Hearing the converse of Bharata and Rama, the root of all good fortune, the self-seeking gods praised that house and rained blossoms down from the trees of heaven.

  309. Verse 309

    caupāī dhanya bharata jaya rāma gosāīṃ| kahata deva haraṣata bariāī| muni mithilesa sabhā~ saba kāhū| bharata bacana suni bhayau uchāhū|| bharata rāma guna grāma sanehū| pulaki prasaṃsata rāu bidehū|| sevaka svāmi subhāu suhāvana| nemu pemu ati pāvana pāvana|| mati anusāra sarāhana lāge| saciva sabhāsada saba anurāge|| suni suni rāma bharata saṃbādū| duhu samāja hiya~ haraṣu biṣādū|| rāma mātu dukhu sukhu sama jānī| kahi guna rāma prabodhīṃ rānī|| eka kahahiṃ raghubīra baṛāī| eka sarāhata bharata bhalāī|| dohā/soraṭhā atri kaheu taba bharata sana saila samīpa sukūpa| rākhia tīratha toya taha~ pāvana amia anūpa||309||

    Meaning

    'Blessed is Bharata! Victory to Lord Rama!' cried the gods, rejoicing beyond all restraint. The sages, the lord of Mithila and every soul in that assembly were filled with eagerness on hearing Bharata's words. Thrilling with joy, King Videha praised the whole host of virtues and the mutual love of Bharata and Rama: lovely is the nature of both servant and master, and their observance and their love are pure beyond all purity. Each began to praise them as his understanding allowed, and ministers and courtiers alike were steeped in love. Listening again and again to the talk of Rama and Bharata, both parties felt joy and sorrow together in their hearts. Rama's mother, holding grief and gladness to be one, told over Rama's virtues and comforted the queens. Some spoke of Raghubira's greatness, others praised the goodness of Bharata. Then Atri said to Bharata, 'Near the hill there is a fine well; place the water of the sacred fords there, water pure and matchless as nectar.'

  310. Verse 310

    caupāī bharata atri anusāsana pāī| jala bhājana saba die calāī|| sānuja āpu atri muni sādhū| sahita gae jaha~ kūpa agādhū|| pāvana pātha punyathala rākhā| pramudita prema atri asa bhāṣā|| tāta anādi siddha thala ehū| lopeu kāla bidita nahiṃ kehū|| taba sevakanha sarasa thalu dekhā| kinha sujala hita kūpa biseṣā|| bidhi basa bhayau bisva upakārū| sugama agama ati dharama bicārū|| bharatakūpa aba kahihahiṃ logā| ati pāvana tīratha jala jogā|| prema sanema nimajjata prānī| hoihahiṃ bimala karama mana bānī|| dohā/soraṭhā kahata kūpa mahimā sakala gae jahā~ raghurāu| atri sunāyau raghubarahi tīratha punya prabhāu||310||

    Meaning

    Receiving Atri's instruction, Bharata had all the water-vessels sent ahead, and himself went with his younger brother, the sage Atri and the holy men to where the fathomless well was. The sacred water was set down in that hallowed place, and Atri, overjoyed with love, spoke thus: 'Dear one, this site is beginningless and perfected; time had blotted it out, and none knew of it. Then the servants saw this moist ground and made a special well here for good water. By providence a benefit to the whole world has come about, for the ways of righteousness are at once easy and past all finding out. From now on people will call it Bharata's well, made most holy by its union with the water of the sacred fords. Whoever bathes here with love and due observance shall become spotless in act, in thought and in speech.' Speaking of the well's glory they all went to where the Lord of Raghus was, and Atri told Raghubara of the sacred power of the holy fords.

  311. Verse 311

    caupāī kahata dharama itihāsa saprītī| bhayau bhoru nisi so sukha bītī|| nitya nibāhi bharata dou bhāī| rāma atri gura āyasu pāī|| sahita samāja sāja saba sādeṃ| cale rāma bana aṭana payādeṃ|| komala carana calata binu panahīṃ| bhai mṛdu bhūmi sakuci mana manahīṃ|| kusa kaṃṭaka kā~karīṃ kurāīṃ| kaṭuka kaṭhora kubastu durāīṃ|| mahi maṃjula mṛdu māraga kīnhe| bahata samīra tribidha sukha līnhe|| sumana baraṣi sura ghana kari chāhīṃ| biṭapa phūli phali tṛna mṛdutāhīṃ|| mṛga biloki khaga boli subānī| sevahiṃ sakala rāma priya jānī|| dohā/soraṭhā sulabha siddhi saba prākṛtahu rāma kahata jamuhāta| rāma prāna priya bharata kahu~ yaha na hoi baṛi bāta||311||

    Meaning

    Telling with delight of righteousness and of ancient story, they saw dawn come; the night passed away in that happiness. Having completed the daily rites and taken leave of Rama, of Atri and of the guru, the two brothers set out on foot with the whole company, all their trappings plain, to wander the forest of Rama. Their tender feet walked without sandals, and the earth, abashed within herself, grew soft; she hid away kusha spikes and thorns, pebbles and ruts, everything sharp and hard and hurtful, and made the paths beautiful and yielding. The breeze blew with its threefold pleasantness, the gods rained flowers, clouds spread shade, trees put out blossom and fruit, the grass turned soft, deer gazed and birds called in sweet voices; all served them, knowing them dear to Rama. Every accomplishment comes easily even to common folk who merely say 'Rama' in the middle of a yawn; so for Bharata, dear as life to Rama, this is no great matter.

  312. Verse 312

    caupāī ehi bidhi bharatu phirata bana māhīṃ| nemu premu lakhi muni sakucāhīṃ|| punya jalāśraya bhūmi bibhāgā| khaga mṛga taru tṛna giri bana bāgā|| cāru bicitra pabitra biseṣī| būjhata bharatu dibya saba dekhī|| suni mana mudita kahata riṣirāū| hetu nāma guna punya prabhāū|| katahu~ nimajjana katahu~ pranāmā| katahu~ bilokata mana abhirāmā|| katahu~ baiṭhi muni āyasu pāī| sumirata sīya sahita dou bhāī|| dekhi subhāu sanehu susevā| dehiṃ asīsa mudita banadevā|| phirahiṃ gae~ dinu pahara aṛhāī| prabhu pada kamala bilokahiṃ āī|| dohā/soraṭhā dekhe thala tīratha sakala bharata pā~ca dina mājha| kahata sunata hari hara sujasu gayau divasu bhai sā~jha||312||

    Meaning

    In this way Bharata went about the forest, and the sages were humbled to see his discipline and his love. Sacred pools, tracts of ground, birds and beasts, trees and grass, hills, woods and gardens, beautiful, wondrous and especially holy: seeing all of them as divine, Bharata asked about them, and the king of sages, glad at heart, told the origin, the name, the virtue and the sacred power of each. Here he bathed, there he bowed, elsewhere he gazed on what delighted the mind; and somewhere, with the sage's leave, he would sit and remember the two brothers with Sita. Seeing his nature, his love and his faithful service, the woodland deities gladly gave their blessing. When two and a half watches of the day were gone he would turn back and come to look upon the Lord's lotus-feet. Within five days Bharata had seen every sacred spot and ford; and while the fair fame of Hari and Hara was told and heard, the day passed away and evening fell.

  313. Verse 313

    caupāī bhora nhāi sabu jurā samājū| bharata bhūmisura terahuti rājū|| bhala dina āju jāni mana māhīṃ| rāmu kṛpāla kahata sakucāhīṃ|| gura nṛpa bharata sabhā avalokī| sakuci rāma phiri avani bilokī|| sīla sarāhi sabhā saba socī| kahu~ na rāma sama svāmi sa~kocī|| bharata sujāna rāma rukha dekhī| uṭhi saprema dhari dhīra biseṣī|| kari daṃḍavata kahata kara jorī| rākhīṃ nātha sakala ruci morī|| mohi lagi saheu sabahiṃ saṃtāpū| bahuta bhā~ti dukhu pāvā āpū|| aba gosāi~ mohi deu rajāī| sevauṃ avadha avadhi bhari jāī|| dohā/soraṭhā jehiṃ upāya puni pāya janu dekhai dīnadayāla| so sikha deia avadhi lagi kosalapāla kṛpāla||313||

    Meaning

    At daybreak all bathed and the whole assembly gathered - Bharata, the brahmins, and the king of Tirhut. Knowing in his own mind that the day was an auspicious one, gracious Rama hesitated to say so. He glanced at the guru, at the king, at Bharata and at the court, and then shyly turned his eyes back to the ground. Praising his courtesy, the whole assembly reflected that nowhere is there a master so considerate as Rama. Wise Bharata, reading Rama's mind, rose with love, summoning up an unusual firmness, and prostrating himself with folded palms he said, 'Lord, you have honoured every wish of mine. For my sake everyone has borne anguish, and you yourself have suffered in many ways. Now, master, give me your leave, and I shall go and serve Ayodhya for the whole term. Compassionate to the lowly, gracious lord of Kosala, give this servant such instruction for the term as will let him behold your feet again.'

  314. Verse 314

    caupāī purajana parijana prajā gosāī| saba suci sarasa saneha~ sagāī|| rāura badi bhala bhava dukha dāhū| prabhu binu bādi parama pada lāhū|| svāmi sujānu jāni saba hī kī| ruci lālasā rahani jana jī kī|| pranatapālu pālihi saba kāhū| deu duhū disi ora nibāhū|| asa mohi saba bidhi bhūri bharoso| kie~ bicāru na socu kharo so|| ārati mora nātha kara chohū| duhu~ mili kīnha ḍhīṭhu haṭhi mohū|| yaha baṛa doṣu dūri kari svāmī| taji sakoca sikhaia anugāmī|| bharata binaya suni sabahiṃ prasaṃsī| khīra nīra bibarana gati haṃsī|| dohā/soraṭhā dīnabaṃdhu suni baṃdhu ke bacana dīna chalahīna| desa kāla avasara sarisa bole rāmu prabīna||314||

    Meaning

    'Master, the townsfolk, the household and the subjects are all bound to you by a pure and tender affection. For your sake even the burning sorrow of worldly existence is good; without the Lord, the winning of the highest state is worthless. My master is all-knowing, and he knows the taste, the longing and the manner of life in every servant's heart. Protector of the suppliant, you will sustain us all: grant that both sides be carried through to the end. Such is my abundant trust in every way that, having thought it over, I have not a grain of worry left. My own distress and my Lord's tenderness have together made me bold and stubborn. Remove this great fault of mine, master, and setting your reserve aside instruct your follower.' Hearing Bharata's plea, all praised it, for it moved like the swan that parts milk from water. Hearing his brother's humble and guileless words, Rama, friend of the afflicted and skilled in speech, answered as the place, the time and the occasion required.

  315. Verse 315

    caupāī tāta tumhāri mori parijana kī| ciṃtā gurahi nṛpahi ghara bana kī|| māthe para gura muni mithilesū| hamahi tumhahi sapanehu~ na kalesū|| mora tumhāra parama puruṣārathu| svārathu sujasu dharamu paramārathu|| pitu āyasu pālihiṃ duhu bhāī| loka beda bhala bhūpa bhalāī|| gura pitu mātu svāmi sikha pāleṃ| calehu~ kumaga paga parahiṃ na khāleṃ|| asa bicāri saba soca bihāī| pālahu avadha avadhi bhari jāī|| desu kosu parijana parivārū| gura pada rajahiṃ lāga charubhārū|| tumha muni mātu saciva sikha mānī| pālehu puhumi prajā rajadhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā mukhiā mukhu so cāhiai khāna pāna kahu~ eka| pālai poṣai sakala a~ga tulasī sahita bibeka||315||

    Meaning

    'Dear brother, the care of you, of me, of our kinsfolk, of home and of forest lies with the guru and with the king. With the guru, the sages and the lord of Mithila over our heads, neither you nor I need know trouble even in a dream. For you and for me the supreme endeavour, our own interest, our good name, our dharma and our final good all lie in this - that both brothers keep our father's command; by the world's reckoning and the Veda's alike, the good lies in the king's welfare. Whoever keeps the instruction of guru, father, mother and master may walk a bad road and still his feet will not fall into a pit. Consider this, cast off all worry, and go and rule Ayodhya for the full term. Land, treasury, kinsfolk and household - the whole burden rests upon the dust of the guru's feet. Heed the counsel of the sage, of the mothers and of the ministers, and guard the earth, the subjects and the capital. Tulsidas says a head should be like the mouth, which alone eats and drinks and yet, using its judgement, nourishes and upholds every limb of the body.'

  316. Verse 316

    caupāī rājadharama sarabasu etanoī| jimi mana māha~ manoratha goī|| baṃdhu prabodhu kīnha bahu bhā~tī| binu adhāra mana toṣu na sā~tī|| bharata sīla gura saciva samājū| sakuca saneha bibasa raghurājū|| prabhu kari kṛpā pā~varīṃ dīnhīṃ| sādara bharata sīsa dhari līnhīṃ|| caranapīṭha karunānidhāna ke| janu juga jāmika prajā prāna ke|| saṃpuṭa bharata saneha ratana ke| ākhara juga juna jīva jatana ke|| kula kapāṭa kara kusala karama ke| bimala nayana sevā sudharama ke|| bharata mudita avalaṃba lahe teṃ| asa sukha jasa siya rāmu rahe teṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā māgeu bidā pranāmu kari rāma lie ura lāi| loga ucāṭe amarapati kuṭila kuavasaru pāi||316||

    Meaning

    'The whole substance of a ruler's dharma is only this much, and it is to be kept close, as a longing lies hidden within the mind.' In many ways Rama instructed his brother, yet without some support Bharata's mind found neither contentment nor peace. Bharata's gentleness, the guru, the ministers and the assembly left the lord of the Raghus overcome by delicacy and love; so the Lord graciously gave him his wooden sandals, and Bharata reverently set them upon his head. Those footrests of the fount of compassion were like two sentries guarding the life of the people, a casket for the jewel of Bharata's love, the two syllables that are the means of a creature's saving, twin door-leaves that shield the family, hands skilled in auspicious works, the spotless eyes of the sacred duty of service. Bharata rejoiced at having gained this support, and his joy was as great as if Sita and Rama had themselves stayed behind. He bowed and begged his leave, and Rama pressed him to his heart. Then the crooked lord of the immortals, finding his evil chance, worked a spell of distraction upon the people.

  317. Verse 317

    caupāī so kucāli saba kaha~ bhai nīkī| avadhi āsa sama jīvani jī kī|| nataru lakhana siya sama biyogā| hahari marata saba loga kurogā|| rāmakṛpā~ avareba sudhārī| bibudha dhāri bhai gunada gohārī|| bheṃṭata bhuja bhari bhāi bharata so| rāma prema rasu kahi na parata so|| tana mana bacana umaga anurāgā| dhīra dhuraṃdhara dhīraju tyāgā|| bārija locana mocata bārī| dekhi dasā sura sabhā dukhārī|| munigana gura dhura dhīra janaka se| gyāna anala mana kaseṃ kanaka se|| je biraṃci niralepa upāe| paduma patra jimi jaga jala jāe|| dohā/soraṭhā teu biloki raghubara bharata prīti anūpa apāra| bhae magana mana tana bacana sahita birāga bicāra||317||

    Meaning

    That piece of mischief turned out well for everyone, becoming, like the hope of the term's end, the very life of their hearts; otherwise, with a parting like Lakshmana's and Sita's upon them, all the people would have shuddered and died of that cruel malady. By Rama's grace the crookedness was set straight, and the gods' contrivance proved a rescue that brought blessing instead. As Rama embraced brother Bharata with his arms, the sweetness of that love could not be told. Love welled up in body, mind and speech, and he who bears the burden of steadfastness let his composure go; his lotus eyes shed tears, and the assembly of gods grew sorrowful to see his state. Sages, gurus and men steadfast as Janaka in bearing that burden, whose minds are tried like gold in the fire of knowledge, whom Brahma fashioned unstained, born in the water of the world as the lotus leaf is born in the pool - they too, beholding the matchless and boundless love of Raghubara and Bharata, were drowned in it in mind, body and speech, and their detachment and discernment were drowned with them.

  318. Verse 318

    caupāī jahā~ janaka gura mati bhorī| prākṛta prīti kahata baṛi khorī|| baranata raghubara bharata biyogū| suni kaṭhora kabi jānihi logū|| so sakoca rasu akatha subānī| samau sanehu sumiri sakucānī|| bheṃṭi bharata raghubara samujhāe| puni ripudavanu haraṣi hiya~ lāe|| sevaka saciva bharata rukha pāī| nija nija kāja lage saba jāī|| suni dāruna dukhu duhū~ samājā| lage calana ke sājana sājā|| prabhu pada paduma baṃdi dou bhāī| cale sīsa dhari rāma rajāī|| muni tāpasa banadeva nihorī| saba sanamāni bahori bahorī|| dohā/soraṭhā lakhanahi bheṃṭi pranāmu kari sira dhari siya pada dhūri| cale saprema asīsa suni sakala sumaṃgala mūri||318||

    Meaning

    Where the wits of men like Janaka and the guru were bewildered, it would be a grave fault to call such love merely worldly. In telling of the parting of Raghubara and Bharata, those who hear it will think the poet hard of heart; the feeling is past all utterance, and my speech, recalling that hour and that affection, faltered in shame. Rama embraced Bharata and comforted him, and then joyfully clasped Ripudavana, Shatrughna, to his breast. Servants and ministers, taking Bharata's cue, went off each to his own task; hearing of it, both companies felt a cruel grief and began to make ready for the journey. The two brothers bowed at the Lord's lotus feet and set out with Rama's command upon their heads, entreating the sages, the ascetics and the forest deities and honouring them all again and again. They embraced Lakshmana, made obeisance, took the dust of Sita's feet upon their heads, and, hearing blessings that are the root of every good fortune, went their way with love.

  319. Verse 319

    caupāī sānuja rāma nṛpahi sira nāī| kīnhi bahuta bidhi binaya baṛāī|| deva dayā basa baṛa dukhu pāyau| sahita samāja kānanahiṃ āyau|| pura pagu dhāria dei asīsā| kīnha dhīra dhari gavanu mahīsā|| muni mahideva sādhu sanamāne| bidā kie hari hara sama jāne|| sāsu samīpa gae dou bhāī| phire baṃdi paga āsiṣa pāī|| kausika bāmadeva jābālī| purajana parijana saciva sucālī|| jathā jogu kari binaya pranāmā| bidā kie saba sānuja rāmā|| nāri puruṣa laghu madhya baṛere| saba sanamāni kṛpānidhi phere|| dohā/soraṭhā bharata mātu pada baṃdi prabhu suci saneha~ mili bheṃṭi| bidā kīnha saji pālakī sakuca soca saba meṭi||319||

    Meaning

    Rama, with his younger brother, bowed his head before the king and entreated and extolled him in many ways: 'My lord, out of compassion you have borne great hardship and have come all the way to the forest with your whole company; give us your blessing now and set foot in your own city.' Gathering fortitude, the king went his way. Rama honoured the sages, the brahmins and the holy men and dismissed them, seeing in each of them the equal of Hari and Hara. The two brothers went to their mothers-in-law, bowed at their feet, received their blessing and returned. Kaushika, Vamadeva and Jabali, the townsfolk and kinsfolk and the well-conducted ministers were each entreated and saluted as befitted them, and Rama with his brother took leave of them all. Women and men, small, middling and great — the ocean of mercy honoured them all and sent them back. Then the Lord bowed at the feet of Bharata's mother and met and embraced her with pure affection, and wiping away all her diffidence and sorrow, had a palanquin made ready and saw her on her way.

  320. Verse 320

    caupāī parijana mātu pitahi mili sītā| phirī prānapriya prema punītā|| kari pranāmu bheṃṭī saba sāsū| prīti kahata kabi hiya~ na hulāsū|| suni sikha abhimata āsiṣa pāī| rahī sīya duhu prīti samāī|| raghupati paṭu pālakīṃ magāīṃ| kari prabodhu saba mātu caṛhāī|| bāra bāra hili mili duhu bhāī| sama saneha~ jananī pahu~cāī|| sāji bāji gaja bāhana nānā| bharata bhūpa dala kīnha payānā|| hṛdaya~ rāmu siya lakhana sametā| cale jāhiṃ saba loga acetā|| basaha bāji gaja pasu hiya~ hāreṃ| cale jāhiṃ parabasa mana māreṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā gura guratiya pada baṃdi prabhu sītā lakhana sameta| phire haraṣa bisamaya sahita āe parana niketa||320||

    Meaning

    Sita met her kinsfolk and her mother and father and then turned back, her holy love fixed upon her lord, who was dearer to her than life. Making obeisance, she embraced all her mothers-in-law; to tell of such love the poet's heart has not the rapture that it would need. Hearing their counsel and receiving the blessings her heart desired, Sita remained steeped in love for both houses. Raghupati sent for good palanquins and, comforting them all, seated the mothers in them. Again and again the two brothers embraced them, and with an equal tenderness escorted the mothers on their way. Horses, elephants and conveyances of many kinds were harnessed, and the hosts of Bharata and of the king set out. With Rama, Sita and Lakshmana held in their hearts, all the people went on like men bereft of sense; the bullocks, horses and elephants too, beaten down in spirit, moved on helplessly with dejected minds. Bowing at the feet of the guru and the guru's wife, the Lord with Sita and Lakshmana turned back, and with joy and sorrow mingled came to their dwelling of leaves.

  321. Verse 321

    caupāī bidā kīnha sanamāni niṣādū| caleu hṛdaya~ baṛa biraha biṣādū|| kola kirāta bhilla banacārī| phere phire johāri johārī|| prabhu siya lakhana baiṭhi baṭa chāhīṃ| priya parijana biyoga bilakhāhīṃ|| bharata saneha subhāu subānī| priyā anuja sana kahata bakhānī|| prīti pratīti bacana mana karanī| śrīmukha rāma prema basa baranī|| tehi avasara khaga mṛga jala mīnā| citrakūṭa cara acara malīnā|| bibudha biloki dasā raghubara kī| baraṣi sumana kahi gati ghara ghara kī|| prabhu pranāmu kari dīnha bharoso| cale mudita mana ḍara na kharo so|| dohā/soraṭhā sānuja sīya sameta prabhu rājata parana kuṭīra| bhagati gyānu bairāgya janu sohata dhareṃ sarīra||321||

    Meaning

    The Lord honoured the Nishada chief and gave him leave, and he went away with a great grief of separation in his heart. The Kols, Kiratas, Bhils and rangers of the wood, when they were sent back, went their way saluting again and again. The Lord, Sita and Lakshmana sat in the shade of the banyan, sorrowing at the parting from those they loved. Bharata's affection, his nature and his gracious speech Rama recounted at length to his beloved and to his younger brother, and overcome with love he told with his own blessed lips of Bharata's love and faith, of his word and mind and deed. At that hour the birds, the beasts and the fish in the water, every moving and unmoving thing of Chitrakuta, were downcast. The gods, beholding Raghubara's state, rained down flowers and spoke of how things stood in each of their own homes; the Lord bowed to them and gave them assurance, and they went away glad at heart, without a straw's weight of fear. With his younger brother and with Sita the Lord shone in that leafy hut, as though devotion, knowledge and dispassion had taken bodily form and shone there.

  322. Verse 322

    caupāī muni mahisura gura bharata bhuālū| rāma biraha~ sabu sāju bihālū|| prabhu guna grāma ganata mana māhīṃ| saba cupacāpa cale maga jāhīṃ|| jamunā utari pāra sabu bhayaū| so bāsaru binu bhojana gayaū|| utari devasari dūsara bāsū| rāmasakhā~ saba kīnha supāsū|| saī utari gomatīṃ nahāe| cautheṃ divasa avadhapura āe| janaku rahe pura bāsara cārī| rāja kāja saba sāja sa~bhārī|| sauṃpi saciva gura bharatahi rājū| terahuti cale sāji sabu sājū|| nagara nāri nara gura sikha mānī| base sukhena rāma rajadhānī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma darasa lagi loga saba karata nema upabāsa| taji taji bhūṣana bhoga sukha jiata avadhi kīṃ āsa||322||

    Meaning

    The sages, the brahmins, the guru, Bharata and the king — the whole company was distraught with separation from Rama. Telling over the host of the Lord's virtues in their minds, they all went silently along the road. All crossed to the far bank of the Yamuna, and that day passed without food. Crossing the Ganga they made their second halt, and Rama's friend saw to every comfort for them. They crossed the Sai and bathed in the Gomati, and on the fourth day came to Ayodhya. Janaka stayed four days in the city and set in order all the business and arrangements of the realm; then, entrusting the kingdom to the ministers, the guru and Bharata, he made ready his whole train and set out for Tirhut. The men and women of the city accepted the guru's counsel and lived at ease in Rama's capital. For a sight of Rama all the people kept vows and fasts; laying aside ornaments and enjoyments and every comfort, they lived upon the hope of the term's end.

  323. Verse 323

    caupāī saciva susevaka bharata prabodhe| nija nija kāja pāi pāi sikha odhe|| puni sikha dīnha boli laghu bhāī| sauṃpī sakala mātu sevakāī|| bhūsura boli bharata kara jore| kari pranāma baya binaya nihore|| ū~ca nīca kāraju bhala pocū| āyasu deba na karaba sa~kocū|| parijana purajana prajā bolāe| samādhānu kari subasa basāe|| sānuja ge gura geha~ bahorī| kari daṃḍavata kahata kara jorī|| āyasu hoi ta rahauṃ sanemā| bole muni tana pulaki sapemā|| samujhava kahaba karaba tumha joī| dharama sāru jaga hoihi soī|| dohā/soraṭhā suni sikha pāi asīsa baṛi ganaka boli dinu sādhi| siṃghāsana prabhu pādukā baiṭhāre nirupādhi||323||

    Meaning

    Bharata instructed the ministers and the faithful servants, and each, taking the counsel he was given, applied himself to his own charge. Then he called his younger brother and instructed him too, laying upon him the service of all the mothers. Summoning the brahmins, Bharata joined his palms and made obeisance, and with the humility that befitted his youth he made his request: 'In every business, high or low, good or mean, lay your commands upon me and do not hold back out of delicacy.' He called together the household, the townsfolk and the subjects, satisfied them and settled them in comfort. Then with his younger brother he went to the guru's house, prostrated himself and said with joined palms, 'If I have your leave, I would live under strict vows.' The sage, his body thrilling with love, replied, 'Whatever you conceive, whatever you say, whatever you do, that itself will be the essence of dharma in the world.' Hearing this counsel and receiving a great blessing, Bharata called the astrologers, determined an auspicious day, and with a guileless heart set the Lord's sandals upon the throne.

  324. Verse 324

    caupāī rāma mātu gura pada siru nāī| prabhu pada pīṭha rajāyasu pāī|| naṃdigāva~ kari parana kuṭīrā| kīnha nivāsu dharama dhura dhīrā|| jaṭājūṭa sira munipaṭa dhārī| mahi khani kusa sā~tharī sa~vārī|| asana basana bāsana brata nemā| karata kaṭhina riṣidharama sapremā|| bhūṣana basana bhoga sukha bhūrī| mana tana bacana taje tina tūrī|| avadha rāju sura rāju sihāī| dasaratha dhanu suni dhanadu lajāī|| tehiṃ pura basata bharata binu rāgā| caṃcarīka jimi caṃpaka bāgā|| ramā bilāsu rāma anurāgī| tajata bamana jimi jana baṛabhāgī|| dohā/soraṭhā rāma pema bhājana bharatu baṛe na ehiṃ karatūti| cātaka haṃsa sarāhiata ṭeṃka bibeka bibhūti||324||

    Meaning

    Bowing his head at the feet of Rama's mother and of the guru, and receiving the command of the Lord's sandals, Bharata built a hut of leaves at Nandigrama and took up his dwelling there, steadfast under the burden of dharma. He wore matted locks on his head and a hermit's garb; he dug the ground and made ready a pallet of kusha grass. In food, in clothing, in his vessels, in his vows and observances he lovingly practised the hard discipline of the rishis. Ornaments, fine garments, enjoyments and abundant comfort he snapped off like a blade of grass and renounced in mind, body and speech. The realm of the king of the gods itself looks with envy upon the kingdom of Ayodhya, and the lord of riches is put to shame when he hears of Dasharatha's wealth; yet in that very city Bharata dwelt without attachment, like a bee in a grove of champak. Loving Rama, he cast away the delights of Lakshmi as a fortunate man casts away vomit. Bharata is a vessel of Rama's love; it is not this conduct that makes him great — the chataka is praised for the glory of its constancy, and the swan for the glory of its discernment.

  325. Verse 325

    caupāī deha dinahu~ dina dūbari hoī| ghaṭai teju balu mukhachabi soī|| nita nava rāma prema panu pīnā| baṛhata dharama dalu manu na malīnā|| jimi jalu nighaṭata sarada prakāse| bilasata betasa banaja bikāse|| sama dama saṃjama niyama upāsā| nakhata bharata hiya bimala akāsā|| dhruva bisvāsa avadhi rākā sī| svāmi surati surabīthi bikāsī|| rāma pema bidhu acala adoṣā| sahita samāja soha nita cokhā|| bharata rahani samujhani karatūtī| bhagati birati guna bimala bibhūtī|| baranata sakala sukaci sakucāhīṃ| sesa ganesa girā gamu nāhīṃ|| dohā/soraṭhā nita pūjata prabhu pā~varī prīti na hṛdaya~ samāti|| māgi māgi āyasu karata rāja kāja bahu bhā~ti||325||

    Meaning

    Day by day his body grew leaner and the lustre of the flesh diminished; yet his strength and the beauty of his face stayed as they were, his vow of love for Rama was ever new and grew stout, the host of his righteousness increased, and his mind was never clouded — just as, when autumn shines out, the water falls away while the canes sport and the lotuses open. Calm of mind, restraint of the senses, self-discipline, holy observance and fasting were the stars, and Bharata's heart the spotless sky; his steady faith was the pole star, the appointed term of the exile a night of full moon, and remembrance of his master the Milky Way shining across it; and love for Rama was the moon there, unmoving and unflawed, ever bright and pure with all its company about it. Bharata's way of living, his understanding and his doing, his devotion, his dispassion, his virtues — that unsullied wealth — all good poets falter in the telling, and the speech of Shesha, Ganesha and Sarasvati cannot reach so far. Daily he worshipped the Lord's wooden sandals, and his love would not be contained in his heart; asking their leave again and again, he carried on the affairs of the realm in their many kinds.

  326. Verse 326

    caupāī pulaka gāta hiya~ siya raghubīrū| jīha nāmu japa locana nīrū|| lakhana rāma siya kānana basahīṃ| bharatu bhavana basi tapa tanu kasahīṃ|| dou disi samujhi kahata sabu logū| saba bidhi bharata sarāhana jogū|| suni brata nema sādhu sakucāhīṃ| dekhi dasā munirāja lajāhīṃ|| parama punīta bharata ācaranū| madhura maṃju muda maṃgala karanū|| harana kaṭhina kali kaluṣa kalesū| mahāmoha nisi dalana dinesū|| pāpa puṃja kuṃjara mṛgarājū| samana sakala saṃtāpa samājū| jana raṃjana bhaṃjana bhava bhārū| rāma saneha sudhākara sārū||

    Meaning

    His body was thrilled with rapture, Sita and Raghubira within his heart, his tongue repeating the Name and tears standing in his eyes. Lakshmana, Rama and Sita were dwelling in the forest, while Bharata, dwelling at home, wore his body down with austerity. Weighing the two together, everyone said that Bharata deserved praise on every count. Holy men were abashed to hear of his vows and observances, and the greatest of sages were put to shame at the sight of his condition. Supremely pure is Bharata's conduct — sweet, lovely, a maker of joy and blessing. It carries off the stubborn stains and afflictions of the Kali age; it is the sun that breaks up the night of vast delusion. To the elephant that is the mass of sin it is a lion, and it stills the whole company of torments; it gladdens the devotees, shatters the burden of worldly existence, and is the very essence of that nectar-shedding moon which is love for Rama.

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