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Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.2](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.2) āgataḥ krūrakāryāyāḥ kaikeyyā bharataḥ sutaḥ tam ahaṃ draṣṭum icchāmi bharataṃ dīrghadarśinam > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.3](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.3) evam uktvā sumitrāṃ sā vivarṇā malināmbarā pratasthe bharato yatra vepamānā vicetanā > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.4](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.4) sa tu rāmānujaś cāpi śatrughnasahitas tadā pratasthe bharato yatra kausalyāyā niveśanam > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.5](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.5) tataḥ śatrughnabharatau kausalyāṃ prekṣya duḥkhitau paryaṣvajetāṃ duḥkhārtāṃ patitāṃ naṣṭacetanām > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.6](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.6) bharataṃ pratyuvācedaṃ kausalyā bhṛśaduḥkhitā idaṃ te rājyakāmasya rājyaṃ prāptam akaṇṭakam saṃprāptaṃ bata kaikeyyā śīghraṃ krūreṇa karmaṇā > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.7](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.7) prasthāpya cīravasanaṃ putraṃ me vanavāsinam kaikeyī kaṃ guṇaṃ tatra paśyati krūradarśinī > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.8](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.8) kṣipraṃ mām api kaikeyī prasthāpayitum arhati hiraṇyanābho yatrāste suto me sumahāyaśāḥ > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.9](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.9) atha vā svayam evāhaṃ sumitrānucarā sukham agnihotraṃ puraskṛtya prasthāsye yatra rāghavaḥ > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.10](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.10) kāmaṃ vā svayam evādya tatra māṃ netum arhasi yatrāsau puruṣavyāghras tapyate me tapaḥ sutaḥ > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.11](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.11) idaṃ hi tava vistīrṇaṃ dhanadhānyasamācitam hastyaśvarathasaṃpūrṇaṃ rājyaṃ niryātitaṃ tayā > Kaus'alyá heard, she raised ner head. > And quickly to Sumitrá said: > 'Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, is here,-- > Hers whose fell deeds I loathe and fear: > That youth of foresight keen I fain > Would meet and see his face again.' > Thus to Sumitrá spake the dame, > And straight to Bharat's presence came > With altered mien, neglected dress, > Trembling and faint with sore distress. > Bharat, S'atrughna by his side, > To meet her, toward her palace hied. > And when the royal dame they viewed > Distressed with dire solicitude, > Sad, fallen senseless on the ground, > About her neck their arms they wound. > The noble matron prostrate there, > Embraced, with tears, the weeping pair, > And with her load of grief oppressed, > To Bharat then these words addressed: > 'Now all is thine, without a foe, > This realm for which thou longest so. > Ah, soon Kaikeyí's ruthless hand > Has won the empire of the land, > And made my guiltless Ráma flee > Dressed like some lonely devotee. > Herein what profit has the queen, > Whose eye delights in havoc, seen? > Me also, me 'twere surely good > To banish to the distant wood, > To dwell amid the shades that hold > My famous son with limbs like gold. > Nay, with the sacred fire to guide, > Will I, Sumitrá by my side, > Myself to the drear wood repair > And seek the son of Raghu there. > This land which rice and golden corn > And wealth of every kind adorn, > Car, elephant, and steed, and gem,-- > She makes thee lord of it and them.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.12](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.12) evaṃ vilapamānāṃ tāṃ bharataḥ prāñjalis tadā kausalyāṃ pratyuvācedaṃ śokair bahubhir āvṛtām > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.13](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.13) ārye kasmād ajānantaṃ garhase mām akilbiṣam vipulāṃ ca mama prītiṃ sthirāṃ jānāsi rāghave > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.14](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.14) kṛtā śāstrānugā buddhir mā bhūt tasya kadā cana satyasaṃdhaḥ satāṃ śreṣṭho yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.15](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.15) praiṣyaṃ pāpīyasāṃ yātu sūryaṃ ca prati mehatu hantu pādena gāṃ suptāṃ yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.16](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.16) kārayitvā mahat karma bhartā bhṛtyam anarthakam adharmo yo 'sya so 'syās tu yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.17](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.17) paripālayamānasya rājño bhūtāni putravat tatas tu druhyatāṃ pāpaṃ yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.18](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.18) baliṣaḍbhāgam uddhṛtya nṛpasyārakṣataḥ prajāḥ adharmo yo 'sya so 'syāstu yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.19](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.19) saṃśrutya ca tapasvibhyaḥ satre vai yajñadakṣiṇām tāṃ vipralapatāṃ pāpaṃ yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.20](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.20) hastyaśvarathasaṃbādhe yuddhe śastrasamākule mā sma kārṣīt satāṃ dharmaṃ yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.21](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.21) upadiṣṭaṃ susūkṣmārthaṃ śāstraṃ yatnena dhīmatā sa nāśayatu duṣṭātmā yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse ### [2.69.22](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69.22) pāyasaṃ kṛsaraṃ chāgaṃ vṛthā so 'śnātu nirghṛṇaḥ gurūṃś cāpy avajānātu yasyāryo 'numate gataḥ > With taunts like these her bitter tongue > The heart of blameless Bharat wrung > And direr pangs his bosom tore > Than when the lancet probes a sore. > With troubled senses all astray > Prone at her feet he fell and lay. > With loud lament a while he plained, > And slowly strength and sense regained. > With suppliant hand to hand applied > He turned to her who wept and sighed, > And thus bespake the queen, whose breast > With sundry woes was sore distressed: > 'Why these reproaches, noble dame? > I, knowing naught, am free from blame. > Thou knowest well what love was mine > For Ráma, chief of Raghu's line. > O, never be his darkened mind > To Scripture's guiding lore inclined, > By whose consent the prince who led > The good, the truthful hero, fled. > May he obey the vilest lord, > Offend the sun with act abhorred, > And strike a sleeping cow, who lent > His voice to Ráma's banishment. > May the good king who all befriends, > And, like his sons, the people tends, > Be wronged by him who gave consent > To noble Ráma's banishment. > On him that king's injustice fall, > Who takes, as lord, a sixth of all, > Nor guards, neglectful of his trust, > His people, as a ruler must. > The crime of those who swear to fee, > At holy rites, some devotee, > And then the promised gift deny, > Be his who willed the prince should fly, > When weapons clash and heroes bleed, > With elephant and harnessed steed, > Ne'er, like the good, be his to fight > Whose heart allowed the prince's flight. > Though taught with care by one expert > May he the Veda's text pervert, > With impious mind on evil bent, > Whose voice approved the banishment. > Mav he with traitor lips reveal > Whate'er he promised to conceal, > And bruit abroad his friend's offence, > Betrayed by generous confidence. > No wife of equal lineage born > The wretch's joyless home adorn: > Ne'er may he do one virtuous deed, > And dying see no child succeed. > When in the battle's awful day > Fierce warriors stand in dread array, > Let the base coward turn and fly, > And smitten by the foeman, die. > Long may he wander, rags his wear, > Doomed in his hand a skull to bear, > And like an idiot beg his bread, > Who gave consent when Rama fled. > His sin who holy rites forgets, > Asleep when shows the sun and sets, > A load upon his soul shall lie > Whose will allowed the prince to fly. > His sin who loves his Master's dame, > His, kindler of destructive flame. > His who betrays his trusting friend > Shall, mingled all, on him descend. > By him no reverence due be paid > To blessed God or parted shade: > May sire and mother's sacred name > In vain from him obedience claim. > Ne'er may he go where dwell the good, > Nor win their fame and neighbourhood, > But lose all hopes of bliss to day, > Who willed the prince should flee away. > May he deceive the poor and weak > Who look to him and comfort seek, > Betray the suppliants who complain, > And make the hopeful hope in vain. > Long may his wife his kiss expect, > And pine away in cold neglect. > May he his lawful love despise, > And turn on other dames his eyes, > Fool, on forbidden joys intent, > Whose will allowed the banishment. > His sin who deadly poison throws > To spoil the water as it flows, > Lay on the wretch its burden dread > Who gave consent when Rama fled.' > — Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse _First 22 of 35 passages. [Read on](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69)_ ## Translations (1) - [The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki~en-griffith.2.75.p2) — 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.2.69.1) — Sanskrit - [Southern recension](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki*southern.2.69.1) — Sanskrit --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69](https://indike.org/pramana/in.lit.ramayana.valmiki.2.69) · Pramāṇa