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Valmiki Ramayana 5.30

Vālmīkirāmāyaṇa 5.30

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Sanskrit

5.30.1

tataḥ śākhāntare līnaṃ dṛṣṭvā calitamānasā
sā dadarśa kapiṃ tatra praśritaṃ priyavādinam

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.2

sā tu dṛṣṭvā hariśreṣṭhaṃ vinītavad upasthitam
maithilī cintayām āsa svapno 'yam iti bhāminī

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.3

sā taṃ samīkṣyaiva bhṛśaṃ visaṃjñā gatāsukalpeva babhūva sītā
cireṇa saṃjñāṃ pratilabhya caiva vicintayām āsa viśālanetrā

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.4

svapno mayāyaṃ vikṛto 'dya dṛṣṭaḥ śākhāmṛgaḥ śāstragaṇair niṣiddhaḥ
svasty astu rāmāya salakṣmaṇāya tathā pitur me janakasya rājñaḥ

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.5

svapno 'pi nāyaṃ na hi me 'sti nidrā śokena duḥkhena ca pīḍitāyāḥ
sukhaṃ hi me nāsti yato 'smi hīnā tenendupūrṇapratimānanena

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.6

ahaṃ hi tasyādya mano bhavena saṃpīḍitā tad gatasarvabhāvā
vicintayantī satataṃ tam eva tathaiva paśyāmi tathā śṛṇomi

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.7

manorathaḥ syād iti cintayāmi tathāpi buddhyā ca vitarkayāmi
kiṃ kāraṇaṃ tasya hi nāsti rūpaṃ suvyaktarūpaś ca vadaty ayaṃ mām

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

5.30.8

namo 'stu vācaspataye savajriṇe svayambhuve caiva hutāśanāya
anena coktaṃ yad idaṃ mamāgrato vanaukasā tac ca tathāstu nānyathā

Her eyes the Maithil lady raised
And on the monkey speaker gazed.
She looked, and trembling at the sight
Wept bitter tears in wild affright.
She shrank a while with fear distraught,
Then, nerved again, the lady thought:
'Is this a dream mine eyes have seen,
This creature, by our laws unclean?
O, may the Gods keep Ráma, still,
And Lakshman, and my sire, from ill!
It is no dream: I have not slept,
But, trouble-worn, have watched and wept
Afar from that dear lord of mine
For whom in ceaseless woe I pine,
No art may soothe my wild distress
Or lull me to forgetfulness.
I see but him: my lips can frame
No syllable but Ráma's name.
Each sight I see, each sound I hear,
Brings Ráma to mine eye or ear,
The wish was in my heart, and hence
The sweet illusion mocked my sense.
'Twas but a phantom of the mind,
And yet the voice was soft and kind
Be glory to the Eternal Sire,
Be glory to the Lord of Fire,
The mighty Teacher in the skies,
And Indra with his thousand eyes,
And may they grant the truth to be
E'en as the words that startled me.'

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1870, The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse

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