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# The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.65.22

Vālmīkirāmāyaṇa 2.65.22

- **Language:** Sanskrit

### [2.65.22](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.65.22)

dvāreṇa vaijayantena prāviśac chrāntavāhanaḥ  
dvāḥsthair utthāya vijayaṃ pṛṣṭas taiḥ sahito yayau

> The brilliant gardens, where we heard  
> The wild note of each rapturous bird.  
> Where men and women loved to meet,  
> In pleasant shades, for pastime sweet,--  
> These to my eyes this day appear  
> Joyless, and desolate, and drear;  
> Each tree that graced the garden grieves,  
> And every path is spread with leaves.  
> The merry cry of bird and beast,  
> That spake aloud their joy has ceased:  
> Still is the long melodious note  
> That charmed us from each warbling throat,  
> Why blows the blessed air no more,  
> The incense-breathing air that bore  
> Its sweet incomparable scent  
> Of sandal and of aloe blent?  
> Why are the drum and tabour mute?  
> Why is the music of the lute  
> That woke responsive to the quill,  
> Loved by the happy, hushed and still?  
> My boding spirit gathers hence  
> Dire sins of awful consequence,  
> And omens, crowding on my sight,  
> Weigh down my soul with wild affright  
> Scarce shall I find my friends who dwell  
> Here in Ayodhyá safe and well:  
> For surely not without a cause  
> This crushing dread my soul o'erawes.  
> Heart sick, dejected, every sense  
> Confused by terror's influence,  
> On to the town he quickly swept  
> Which King Ikshváku's children kept.  
> He passed through Vaijayanta's gate,  
> With weary steeds, disconsolate.  
> And all who near their station held,  
> His escort. crying Victory, swelled,  
> With heart distracted still he bowed  
> Farewell to all the following crowd,  
> Turned to the driver and began  
> To question thus the weary man:.  
> 'Why was I brought, O free from blame,  
> So fast, unknown for what I came?  
> — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

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## Translations (1)

- [The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki~en-griffith.2.71.p1.3) — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, English

## Other recensions (2)

- [Critical edition, Ayodhyā- and Araṇyakāṇḍa (revised e-text)](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki*crit-revised.2.65.22) — Sanskrit
- [Southern recension](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki*southern.2.65.22) — Sanskrit

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