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Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa · Sarga 3.63

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3.63.1

स राजपुत्रः प्रियया विहीनः
शोकेन मोहेन च पीड्यमानः।
विषादयन् भ्रातरमार्तरूपो
भूयो विषादं प्रविवेश तीव्रम् ॥ ३.६३.१ ॥

Bereft of his beloved, the prince, tormented by grief and bewilderment, afflicting his brother by his pitiable appearance, sank again into intense despair.

3.63.2

स लक्ष्मणं शोकवशाभिपन्नं
शोके निमग्नो विपुले तु रामः।
उवाच वाक्यं व्यसनानुरूप-
मुष्णं विनिःश्वस्य रुदन् सशोकम् ॥ ३.६३.२ ॥

Seeing Lakṣmaṇa overcome by grief, Rāma, sunk deep in sorrow, spoke words fitting the calamity, sighing hotly and weeping in anguish.

3.63.3

न मद्विधो दुष्कृतकर्मकारी
मन्ये द्वितीयोऽस्ति वसुंधरायाम्।
शोकानुशोको हि परम्पराया
मामेति भिन्दन् हृदयं मनश्च ॥ ३.६३.३ ॥

I think there is no second on this earth who has done evil deeds as I have; this chain of sorrow upon sorrow pierces my heart and mind.

3.63.4

पूर्वं मया नूनमभीप्सितानि
पापानि कर्माण्यसकृत्कृतानि।
तत्रायमद्यापतितो विपाको
दुःखेन दुःखं यदहं विशामि ॥ ३.६३.४ ॥

Surely in the past I repeatedly did sinful deeds that I desired; now their ripened fruit has fallen upon me, and so I enter sorrow after sorrow.

3.63.5

राज्यप्रणाशः स्वजनैर्वियोगः
पितुर्विनाशो जननीवियोगः।
सर्वाणि मे लक्ष्मण शोकवेग-
मापूरयन्ति प्रविचिन्तितानि ॥ ३.६३.५ ॥

Loss of the kingdom, separation from kin, the death of my father, separation from my mother — O Lakṣmaṇa, all these thoughts I have pondered fill the surge of my sorrow.

3.63.6

सर्वं तु दुःखं मम लक्ष्मणेदं
शान्तं शरीरे वनमेत्य क्लेशम्।
सीतावियोगात् पुनरप्युदीर्णं
काष्ठैरिवाग्निः सहसोपदीप्तः ॥ ३.६३.६ ॥

Lakṣmaṇa, all this sorrow and distress that had quieted in my body since coming to the forest has flared up again through separation from Sītā, like a fire suddenly kindled with logs.

3.63.7

सा नूनमार्या मम राक्षसेन
ह्यभ्याहृता खं समुपेत्य भीरुः।
अपस्वरं सुस्वरविप्रलापा
भयेन विक्रन्दितवत्यभीक्ष्णम् ॥ ३.६३.७ ॥

That noble Sītā, fearful, must surely have been carried off through the sky by a rākṣasa; lamenting in her sweet voice, she must have cried out harshly again and again out of fear.

3.63.8

तौ लोहितस्य प्रियदर्शनस्य
सदोचितावुत्तमचन्दनस्य।
वृत्तौ स्तनौ शोणितपङ्कदिग्धौ
नूनं प्रियाया मम नाभिपातः ॥ ३.६३.८ ॥

Those two breasts, always adorned with the finest sandalwood paste, reddish and lovely, round ones of my beloved, must surely have fallen to the ground smeared with blood-mud.

3.63.9

तच्छ्लक्ष्णसुव्यक्तमृदुप्रलापं
तस्या मुखं कुञ्चितकेशभारम्।
रक्षोवशं नूनमुपागताया
न भ्राजते राहुमुखे यथेन्दुः ॥ ३.६३.९ ॥

Her face, which once uttered soft, clear, and gentle laments and bore the weight of curled hair, now surely no longer shines, having fallen under the power of the rākṣasa, as the moon does not shine in the mouth of Rāhu.

3.63.10

तां हारपाशस्य सदोचितान्तां
ग्रीवां प्रियाया मम सुव्रतायाः।
रक्षांसि नूनं परिपीतवन्ति
शून्ये हि भित्त्वा रुधिराशनानि ॥ ३.६३.१० ॥

That neck of my beloved, the noble-vowed one, always fitting the end of a garland-cord, the rākṣasas, splitting the empty sky and blood-devouring, have surely drunk it completely.

3.63.11

मया विहीना विजने वने सा
रक्षोभिराहृत्य विकृष्यमाणा।
नूनं विनादं कुररीव दीना
सा मुक्तवत्यायतकान्तनेत्रा ॥ ३.६३.११ ॥

Parted from me, dragged away by the rākṣasas in the lonely forest, the wretched Sītā, with her long and lovely eyes, must surely be crying out like a kurarī bird.

3.63.12

अस्मिन् मया सार्धमुदारशीला
शिलातले पूर्वमुपोपविष्टा।
कान्तस्मिता लक्ष्मण जातहासा
त्वामाह सीता बहुवाक्यजातम् ॥ ३.६३.१२ ॥

Sītā, of noble nature, who once sat beside me on this rock, lovely-smiling and laughing, spoke to you, Lakṣmaṇa, many words.

3.63.13

गोदावरीयं सरितां वरिष्ठा
प्रिया प्रियाया मम नित्यकालम्।
अप्यत्र गच्छेदिति चिन्तयामि
नैकाकिनी याति हि सा कदाचित् ॥ ३.६३.१३ ॥

This Godāvarī, best of rivers, has always been dear to my beloved. I think perhaps she may have come here, but she never goes alone.

3.63.14

पद्मानना पद्मपलाशनेत्रा
पद्मानि वानेतुमभिप्रयाता।
तदप्ययुक्तं नहि सा कदाचि-
न्मया विना गच्छति पङ्कजानि ॥ ३.६३.१४ ॥

Lotus-faced, with eyes like lotus petals, she may have set out to bring lotuses; but even that is improper, for she never goes to the lotuses without me.

3.63.15

कामं त्विदं पुष्पितवृक्षषण्डं
नानाविधैः पक्षिगणैरुपेतम्।
वनं प्रयाता नु तदप्ययुक्त-
मेकाकिनी सातिबिभेति भीरुः ॥ ३.६३.१५ ॥

This forest, full of flowering trees and endowed with flocks of many kinds of birds, may be where she has gone; but even that is improper, for alone, that timid woman is greatly afraid.

3.63.16

आदित्य भो लोककृताकृतज्ञ
लोकस्य सत्यानृतकर्मसाक्षिन्।
मम प्रिया सा क्व गता हृता वा
शंसस्व मे शोकहतस्य सर्वम् ॥ ३.६३.१६ ॥

O Sun, knower of what the worlds have done and left undone, witness of the true and false deeds of the world: where has my beloved gone, or was she taken? Tell me everything, I who am struck down by grief.

3.63.17

लोकेषु सर्वेषु न नास्ति किंचिद्
यत् ते न नित्यं विदितं भवेत् तत्।
शंसस्व वायो कुलपालिनीं तां
मृता हृता वा पथि वर्तते वा ॥ ३.६३.१७ ॥

In all the worlds there is nothing that is not always known to you. O Wind, tell me of her, the guardian of the family: is she dead, carried off, or on the path?

3.63.18

इतीव तं शोकविधेयदेहं
रामं विसंज्ञं विलपन्तमेव।
उवाच सौमित्रिरदीनसत्त्वो
न्याय्ये स्थितः कालयुतं च वाक्यम् ॥ ३.६३.१८ ॥

Thus, as Rāma lay bewildered and lamenting, his body broken by grief, Saumitri (Lakṣmaṇa), of unyielding spirit and steadfast in what is right, spoke words fitting the moment.

3.63.19

शोकं विसृज्याद्य धृतिं भजस्व
सोत्साहता चास्तु विमार्गणेऽस्याः।
उत्साहवन्तो हि नरा न लोके
सीदन्ति कर्मस्वतिदुष्करेषु ॥ ३.६३.१९ ॥

Now cast off grief and take up steadiness, and let there be energy in the search for her. For in the world, energetic men do not falter in the most difficult undertakings.

3.63.20

इतीव सौमित्रिमुदग्रपौरुषं
ब्रुवन्तमार्तो रघुवंशवर्धनः।
न चिन्तयामास धृतिं विमुक्तवान्
पुनश्च दुःखं महदभ्युपागमत् ॥ ३.६३.२० ॥

As Saumitri (Lakṣmaṇa), of lofty valour, spoke thus, Rāma, the delight of the Raghu line, afflicted, did not consider his words; he let go of his steadiness, and great sorrow came upon him once more.