Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa · Sarga 4.23
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4.23.1
ततः समुपजिघ्रन्ती कपिराजस्य तन्मुखम्।
पतिं लोकश्रुता तारा मृतं वचनमब्रवीत् ॥ ४.२३.१ ॥
Then Tārā, famed in the worlds, breathing in the face of the monkey-king, spoke these words to her dead husband.
4.23.2
शेषे त्वं विषमे दुःखमकृत्वा वचनं मम।
उपलोपचिते वीर सुदुःखे वसुधातले ॥ ४.२३.२ ॥
O hero, not heeding my words, you lie in grief on this uneven ground, strewn with stones and very painful.
4.23.3
मत्तः प्रियतरा नूनं वानरेन्द्र मही तव।
शेषे हि तां परिष्वज्य मां च न प्रतिभाषसे ॥ ४.२३.३ ॥
O lord of the monkeys, surely this earth is dearer to you than I am, for you lie embracing her and do not even answer me.
4.23.4
सुग्रीवस्य वशं प्राप्तो विधिरेष भवत्यहो।
सुग्रीव एव विक्रान्तो वीर साहसिकप्रिय ॥ ४.२३.४ ॥
Alas, falling under Sugrīva's power is this your fate. O hero, beloved of the bold, it was Sugrīva who truly showed his valour.
4.23.5
ऋक्षवानरमुख्यास्त्वां बलिनं पर्युपासते।
तेषां विलपितं कृच्छ्रमङ्गदस्य च शोचतः ॥ ४.२३.५ ॥
The chief bears and monkeys sit attending upon you, the mighty one; their lamentation, and the grieving cries of Aṅgada, are full of anguish.
4.23.6
मम चेमा गिरः श्रुत्वा किं त्वं न प्रतिबुध्यसे।
इदं तद् वीरशयनं तत्र शेषे हतो युधि ॥ ४.२३.६ ॥
Why do you not wake, even hearing these words of mine? This is the bed of heroes, where you lie, slain in battle.
4.23.7
शायिता निहता यत्र त्वयैव रिपवः पुरा।
विशुद्धसत्त्वाभिजन प्रिययुद्ध मम प्रिय ॥ ४.२३.७ ॥
Here, where you formerly laid low and slew your enemies, O you of pure nature and noble birth, lover of battle, my beloved!
4.23.8
मामनाथां विहायैकां गतस्त्वमसि मानद।
शूराय न प्रदातव्या कन्या खलु विपश्चिता ॥ ४.२३.८ ॥
O giver of honour, you have gone and left me alone, without a protector. A wise man should never give his daughter to a hero.
4.23.9
शूरभार्यां हतां पश्य सद्यो मां विधवां कृताम्।
अवभग्नश्च मे मानो भग्ना मे शाश्वती गतिः ॥ ४.२३.९ ॥
Behold me, the wife of a hero, now made a widow in an instant. My honour is shattered, and my lasting refuge is broken.
4.23.10
अगाधे च निमग्नास्मि विपुले शोकसागरे।
अश्मसारमयं नूनमिदं मे हृदयं दृढम् ॥ ४.२३.१० ॥
I have sunk into this vast, bottomless ocean of grief. Surely this heart of mine is firm, made of the very essence of stone.
4.23.11
भर्तारं निहतं दृष्ट्वा यन्नाद्य शतधा कृतम्।
सुहृच्चैव च भर्ता च प्रकृत्या च मम प्रियः ॥ ४.२३.११ ॥
Though I have seen my husband slain, this heart has not today shattered into a hundred pieces. He was my friend, my husband, and by nature dear to me.
4.23.12
प्रहारे च पराक्रान्तः शूरः पञ्चत्वमागतः।
पतिहीना तु या नारी कामं भवतु पुत्रिणी ॥ ४.२३.१२ ॥
In the blow the valiant hero has attained the five elements, death. As for the woman bereft of her husband, let her, if she wishes, become the mother of sons.
4.23.13
धनधान्यसमृद्धापि विधवेत्युच्यते जनैः।
स्वगात्रप्रभवे वीर शेषे रुधिरमण्डले ॥ ४.२३.१३ ॥
Though rich in wealth and grain, a woman is called a widow by people. O hero, born from your own body, you lie in a pool of blood.
4.23.14
कृमिरागपरिस्तोमे स्वकीये शयने यथा।
रेणुशोणितसंवीतं गात्रं तव समन्ततः ॥ ४.२३.१४ ॥
Like a bed spread with crimson dyed by insects, your body is covered all over with dust and blood.
4.23.15
परिरब्धुं न शक्नोमि भुजाभ्यां प्लवगर्षभ।
कृतकृत्योऽद्य सुग्रीवो वैरेऽस्मिन्नतिदारुणे ॥ ४.२३.१५ ॥
O bull among monkeys, I cannot embrace you with my arms. In this most dreadful enmity, Sugrīva has today accomplished his purpose.
4.23.16
यस्य रामविमुक्तेन हृतमेकेषुणा भयम्।
शरेण हृदि लग्नेन गात्रसंस्पर्शने तव ॥ ४.२३.१६ ॥
The fear of him was removed by a single arrow released by Rāma; that arrow, lodged in your heart upon touching your body.
4.23.17
वार्यामि त्वां निरीक्षन्ती त्वयि पञ्चत्वमागते।
उद्बबर्ह शरं नीलस्तस्य गात्रगतं तदा ॥ ४.२३.१७ ॥
Seeing you dead, I restrain you. Then Nīla pulled out the arrow lodged in his body.
4.23.18
गिरिगह्वरसंलीनं दीप्तमाशीविषं यथा।
तस्य निष्कृष्यमाणस्य बाणस्यापि बभौ द्युतिः ॥ ४.२३.१८ ॥
Like a blazing venomous serpent hidden in a mountain cave, the brilliance of the arrow shone as it was drawn out of his body.
4.23.19
अस्तमस्तकसंरुद्धरश्मेर्दिनकरादिव।
पेतुः क्षतजधारास्तु व्रणेभ्यस्तस्य सर्वशः ॥ ४.२३.१९ ॥
As the sun with its rays held back at the crest of the setting mountain, streams of blood flowed on every side from his wounds.
4.23.20
ताम्रगैरिकसम्पृक्ता धारा इव धराधरात्।
अवकीर्णं विमार्जन्ती भर्तारं रणरेणुना ॥ ४.२३.२० ॥
Like streams flowing from a mountain mingled with red ochre, Tārā, wiping her husband covered with the dust of battle,
4.23.21
अस्रैर्नयनजैः शूरं सिषेचास्त्रसमाहतम्।
रुधिरोक्षितसर्वाङ्गं दृष्ट्वा विनिहतं पतिम् ॥ ४.२३.२१ ॥
With tears from her eyes she bathed the hero, struck by weapons, his whole body smeared with blood, seeing her husband slain.
4.23.22
उवाच तारा पिङ्गाक्षं पुत्रमङ्गदमङ्गना।
अवस्थां पश्चिमां पश्य पितुः पुत्र सुदारुणाम् ॥ ४.२३.२२ ॥
Tārā spoke to her tawny-eyed son Aṅgada: "Son, look upon your father's last condition, most dreadful."
4.23.23
सम्प्रसक्तस्य वैरस्य गतोऽन्तः पापकर्मणा।
बालसूर्योज्ज्वलतनुं प्रयातं यमसादनम् ॥ ४.२३.२३ ॥
Through the sinful deed of being deeply attached to enmity, his end has come; he whose body shone like the young sun has gone to the abode of Yama.
4.23.24
अभिवादय राजानं पितरं पुत्र मानदम्।
एवमुक्तः समुत्थाय जग्राह चरणौ पितुः ॥ ४.२३.२४ ॥
"Son, bow to the king, your father, giver of honour." Thus addressed, he rose and grasped his father's feet.
4.23.25
भुजाभ्यां पीनवृत्ताभ्यामङ्गदोऽहमिति ब्रुवन्।
अभिवादयमानं त्वामङ्गदं त्वं यथा पुरा ॥ ४.२३.२५ ॥
Saying "I am Aṅgada" with my thick, rounded arms, bowing to you as you once did to Aṅgada long ago.
4.23.26
दीर्घायुर्भव पुत्रेति किमर्थं नाभिभाषसे।
अहं पुत्रसहाया त्वामुपासे गतचेतनम्।
सिंहेन पातितं सद्यो गौः सवत्सेव गोवृषम् ॥ ४.२३.२६ ॥
Why do you not speak to me, saying "Be long-lived, my son"? I sit with my son beside you, senseless, as a cow with her calf sits beside a bull felled at once by a lion.
4.23.27
इष्ट्वा संग्रामयज्ञेन रामप्रहरणाम्भसा।
तस्मन्नवभृथे स्नातः कथं पत्न्या मया विना ॥ ४.२३.२७ ॥
Having performed the sacrifice of battle with the water of Rāma's weapon, bathed in that final ablution, how are you without me, your wife?
4.23.28
या दत्ता देवराजेन तव तुष्टेन संयुगे।
शातकौम्भीं प्रियां मालां तां ते पश्यामि नेह किम् ॥ ४.२३.२८ ॥
Where is the beloved golden garland that the king of the gods gave you, pleased in battle? Why do I not see it here upon you?
4.23.29
राज्यश्रीर्न जहाति त्वां गतासुमपि मानद।
सूर्यस्यावर्तमानस्य शैलराजमिव प्रभा ॥ ४.२३.२९ ॥
O giver of honor, though you are lifeless, the splendor of kingship does not forsake you, just as the radiance of the turning sun does not leave the king of mountains.
4.23.30
न मे वचः पथ्यमिदं त्वया कृतं
न चास्मि शक्ता हि निवारणे तव।
हता सपुत्रास्मि हतेन संयुगे
सह त्वया श्रीर्विजहाति मामपि ॥ ४.२३.३० ॥
You did not follow my wholesome words, and indeed I was not able to hold you back. In battle I am struck down with my son; fortune itself forsakes me as I perish together with you.