Reading section 29

Then when the princes’ mournful train Heard the sad brothers thus complain, And saw their misery, at the view Their grief burst wilder out anew. Faint with lamenting, sad and worn, Each like a bull with broken horn, The brothers in their wild despair Lay rolling, mad with misery, there. Then old Vaśishṭha good and true, Their father’s priest, all lore who knew, Raised weeping Bharat on his feet, And thus bespake with counsel meet: “Twelve days, my lord, have past away Since flames consumed thy father’s clay: Delay no more: as rules ordain, Gather what bones may yet remain. Three constant pairs are ever found To hem all mortal creatures round:(354) Then mourn not thus, O Prince, for none Their close companionship may shun.”

Sumantra bade Śatrughna rise, And soothed his soul with counsel wise, And skilled in truth, his hearer taught How all things are and come to naught. When rose each hero from the ground, A lion lord of men, renowned, He showed like Indra’s flag,(355) whereon Fierce rains have dashed and suns have shone. They wiped their red and weeping eyes, And gently made their sad replies: Then, urged to haste, the royal pair Performed the rites that claimed their care.

Canto LXXVIII. Manthará Punished.

Śatrughna thus to Bharat spake Who longed the forest road to take: “He who in woe was wont to give Strength to himself and all that live— Dear Ráma, true and pure in heart, Is banished by a woman’s art. Yet here was Lakshmaṇ, brave and strong, Could not his might prevent the wrong? Could not his arm the king restrain, Or make the banished free again? One loving right and fearing crime Had checked the monarch’s sin in time, When, vassal of a woman’s will, His feet approached the path of ill.”

While Lakshmaṇ’s younger brother, dread Śatrughna, thus to Bharat said, Came to the fronting door, arrayed In glittering robes, the hump-back maid. There she, with sandal-oil besmeared, In garments meet for queens appeared: And lustre to her form was lent By many a gem and ornament. She girdled with her broidered zone, And many a chain about her thrown, Showed like a female monkey round Whose body many a string is bound. When on that cause of evil fell The quick eye of the sentinel, He grasped her in his ruthless hold, And hastening in, Śatrughna told: “Here is the wicked pest,” he cried, “Through whom the king thy father died, And Ráma wanders in the wood: Do with her as thou deemest good.” The warder spoke: and every word Śatrughna’s breast to fury stirred: He called the servants, all and each. And spake in wrath his hasty speech: “This is the wretch my sire who slew, And misery on my brothers drew: Let her this day obtain the meed, Vile sinner, of her cruel deed.” He spake; and moved by fury laid His mighty hand upon the maid, Who as her fellows ringed her round, Made with her cries the hall resound. Soon as the gathered women viewed Śatrughna in his angry mood, Their hearts disturbed by sudden dread, They turned and from his presence fled. “His rage,” they cried, “on us will fall, And ruthless, he will slay us all. Come, to Kauśalyá let us flee: Our hope, our sure defence is she, Approved by all, of virtuous mind, Compassionate, and good, and kind.”

His eyes with burning wrath aglow, Śatrughna, shatterer of the foe, Dragged on the ground the hump-back maid Who shrieked aloud and screamed for aid. This way and that with no remorse He dragged her with resistless force, And chains and glittering trinkets burst Lay here and there with gems dispersed, Till like the sky of Autumn shone The palace floor they sparkled on. The lord of men, supremely strong, Haled in his rage the wretch along: Where Queen Kaikeyí dwelt he came, And sternly then addressed the dame. Deep in her heart Kaikeyí felt The stabs his keen reproaches dealt, And of Śatrughna’s ire afraid, To Bharat flew and cried for aid. He looked and saw the prince inflamed With burning rage, and thus exclaimed: “Forgive! thine angry arm restrain: A woman never may be slain. My hand Kaikeyí’s blood would spill, The sinner ever bent on ill, But Ráma, long in duty tried, Would hate the impious matricide: And if he knew thy vengeful blade Had slaughtered e’en this hump-back maid, Never again, be sure, would he Speak friendly word to thee or me.”

When Bharat’s speech Śatrughna heard He calmed the rage his breast that stirred, Releasing from her dire constraint The trembling wretch with terror faint. Then to Kaikeyí’s feet she crept, And prostrate in her misery wept. Kaikeyí on the hump-back gazed, And saw her weep and gasp. Still quivering, with her senses dazed, From fierce Śatrughna’s grasp. With gentle words of pity she Assuaged her wild despair, E’en as a tender hand might free A curlew from the snare.

Canto LXXIX. Bharat’s Commands.

Now when the sun’s returning ray Had ushered in the fourteenth day, The gathered peers of state addressed To Bharat’s ear their new request: “Our lord to heaven has parted hence, Long served with deepest reverence; Ráma, the eldest, far from home, And Lakshmaṇ, in the forest roam. O Prince, of mighty fame, be thou Our guardian and our monarch now, Lest secret plot or foeman’s hate Assail our unprotected state. With longing eyes, O Lord of men, To thee look friend and citizen, And ready is each sacred thing To consecrate our chosen king. Come, Bharat, and accept thine own Ancient hereditary throne. Thee let the priests this day install As monarch to preserve us all.”

Around the sacred gear he bent His circling footsteps reverent, And, firm to vows he would not break, Thus to the gathered people spake: “The eldest son is ever king: So rules the house from which we spring: Nor should ye, Lords, like men unwise, With words like these to wrong advise. Ráma is eldest born, and he The ruler of the land shall be. Now to the woods will I repair, Five years and nine to lodge me there. Assemble straight a mighty force, Cars, elephants, and foot and horse, For I will follow on his track And bring my eldest brother back. Whate’er the rites of throning need Placed on a car the way shall lead: The sacred vessels I will take To the wild wood for Ráma’s sake. I o’er the lion prince’s head The sanctifying balm will shed, And bring him, as the fire they bring Forth from the shrine, with triumphing. Nor will I let my mother’s greed In this her cherished aim succeed: In pathless wilds will I remain, And Ráma here as king shall reign. To make the rough ways smooth and clear Send workman out and pioneer: Let skilful men attend beside Our way through pathless spots to guide.” As thus the royal Bharat spake, Ordaining all for Ráma’s sake, The audience gave with one accord Auspicious answer to their lord: “Be royal Fortune aye benign To thee for this good speech of thine, Who wishest still thine elder’s hand To rule with kingly sway the land.” Their glorious speech, their favouring cries Made his proud bosom swell: And from the prince’s noble eyes The tears of rapture fell.(356)

Canto LXXX. The Way Prepared.

All they who knew the joiner’s art, Or distant ground in every part; Each busied in his several trade, To work machines or ply the spade; Deft workmen skilled to frame the wheel, Or with the ponderous engine deal; Guides of the way, and craftsmen skilled, To sink the well, make bricks, and build; And those whose hands the tree could hew, And work with slips of cut bamboo, Went forward, and to guide them, they Whose eyes before had seen the way. Then onward in triumphant mood Went all the mighty multitude. Like the great sea whose waves leap high When the full moon is in the sky. Then, in his proper duty skilled, Each joined him to his several guild, And onward in advance they went With every tool and implement. Where bush and tangled creeper lay With trenchant steel they made the way; They felled each stump, removed each stone, And many a tree was overthrown. In other spots, on desert lands, Tall trees were reared by busy hands. Where’er the line of road they took, They plied the hatchet, axe, and hook. Others, with all their strength applied, Cast vigorous plants and shrubs aside, In shelving valleys rooted deep, And levelled every dale and steep. Each pit and hole that stopped the way They filled with stones, and mud, and clay, And all the ground that rose and fell With busy care was levelled well. They bridged ravines with ceaseless toil, And pounded fine the flinty soil. Now here, now there, to right and left, A passage through the ground they cleft, And soon the rushing flood was led Abundant through the new-cut bed, Which by the running stream supplied With ocean’s boundless waters vied. In dry and thirsty spots they sank Full many a well and ample tank, And altars round about them placed To deck the station in the waste. With well-wrought plaster smoothly spread, With bloomy trees that rose o’erhead, With banners waving in the air, And wild birds singing here and there, With fragrant sandal-water wet, With many a flower beside it set, Like the Gods’ heavenly pathway showed That mighty host’s imperial road. Deft workmen, chosen for their skill To do the high-souled Bharat’s will, In every pleasant spot where grew Trees of sweet fruit and fair to view, As he commanded, toiled to grace With all delights his camping-place. And they who read the stars, and well Each lucky sign and hour could tell, Raised carefully the tented shade Wherein high-minded Bharat stayed. With ample space of level ground, With broad deep moat encompassed round; Like Mandar in his towering pride, With streets that ran from side to side; Enwreathed with many a palace tall Surrounded by its noble wall; With roads by skilful workmen made, Where many a glorious banner played; With stately mansions, where the dove Sat nestling in her cote above. Rising aloft supremely fair Like heavenly cars that float in air, Each camp in beauty and in bliss Matched Indra’s own metropolis. As shines the heaven on some fair night, With moon and constellations filled, The prince’s royal road was bright, Adorned by art of workmen skilled.

Canto LXXXI. The Assembly.

Ere yet the dawn had ushered in The day should see the march begin, Herald and bard who rightly knew Each nice degree of honour due, Their loud auspicious voices raised, And royal Bharat blessed and praised. With sticks of gold the drum they smote, Which thundered out its deafening note, Blew loud the sounding shell, and blent Each high and low-toned instrument. The mingled sound of drum and horn Through all the air was quickly borne, And as in Bharat’s ear it rang, Gave the sad prince another pang.

Then Bharat, starting from repose, Stilled the glad sounds that round him rose, “I am not king; no more mistake:” Then to Śatrughna thus he spake: “O see what general wrongs succeed Sprung from Kaikeyí’s evil deed! The king my sire has died and thrown Fresh miseries on me alone. The royal bliss, on duty based, Which our just high-souled father graced, Wanders in doubt and sore distress Like a tossed vessel rudderless. And he who was our lordly stay Roams in the forest far away, Expelled by this my mother, who To duty’s law is most untrue.”

As royal Bharat thus gave vent To bitter grief in wild lament, Gazing upon his face the crowd Of pitying women wept aloud. His lamentation scarce was o’er, When Saint Vaśishṭha, skilled in lore Of royal duty, dear to fame, To join the great assembly came. Girt by disciples ever true Still nearer to that hall he drew, Resplendent, heavenly to behold, Adorned with wealth of gems and gold: E’en so a man in duty tried Draws near to meet his virtuous bride. He reached his golden seat o’erlaid With coverlet of rich brocade, There sat, in all the Vedas read, And called the messengers, and said: “Go forth, let Bráhman, Warrior, peer, And every captain gather here: Let all attentive hither throng: Go, hasten: we delay too long. Śatrughna, glorious Bharat bring, The noble children of the king,(357) Yudhájit(358) and Sumantra, all The truthful and the virtuous call.”

He ended: soon a mighty sound Of thickening tumult rose around, As to the hall they bent their course With car, and elephant, and horse, The people all with glad acclaim Welcomed Prince Bharat as he came: E’en as they loved their king to greet, Or as the Gods Lord Indra(359) meet. The vast assembly shone as fair With Bharat’s kingly face As Daśaratha’s self were there To glorify the place. It gleamed like some unruffled lake Where monsters huge of mould With many a snake their pastime take O’er shells, sand, gems, and gold.

Canto LXXXII. The Departure.

The prudent prince the assembly viewed Thronged with its noble multitude, Resplendent as a cloudless night When the full moon is in his height; While robes of every varied hue A glory o’er the synod threw. The priest in lore of duty skilled Looked on the crowd the hall that filled, And then in accents soft and grave To Bharat thus his counsel gave: “The king, dear son, so good and wise, Has gone from earth and gained the skies, Leaving to thee, her rightful lord, This rich wide land with foison stored. And still has faithful Ráma stood Firm to the duty of the good, And kept his father’s hest aright, As the moon keeps its own dear light. Thus sire and brother yield to thee This realm from all annoyance free: Rejoice thy lords: enjoy thine own: Anointed king, ascend the throne. Let vassal Princes hasten forth From distant lands, west, south, and north, From Kerala,(360) from every sea, And bring ten million gems to thee.” As thus the sage Vaśishṭha spoke, A storm of grief o’er Bharat broke. And longing to be just and true, His thoughts to duteous Ráma flew. With sobs and sighs and broken tones, E’en as a wounded mallard moans, He mourned with deepest sorrow moved, And thus the holy priest reproved: “O, how can such as Bharat dare The power and sway from him to tear, Wise, and devout, and true, and chaste, With Scripture lore and virtue graced? Can one of Daśaratha’s seed Be guilty of so vile a deed? The realm and I are Ráma’s: thou, Shouldst speak the words of justice now. For he, to claims of virtue true, Is eldest born and noblest too: Nahush, Dilípa could not be More famous in their lives than he. As Daśaratha ruled of right, So Ráma’s is the power and right. If I should do this sinful deed And forfeit hope of heavenly meed, My guilty act would dim the shine Of old Ikshváku’s glorious line. Nay, as the sin my mother wrought Is grievous to my inmost thought, I here, my hands together laid, Will greet him in the pathless shade. To Ráma shall my steps be bent, My King, of men most excellent, Raghu’s illustrious son, whose sway Might hell, and earth, and heaven obey.”

That righteous speech, whose every word Bore virtue’s stamp, the audience heard; On Ráma every thought was set, And with glad tears each eye was wet. “Then, if the power I still should lack To bring my noble brother back, I in the wood will dwell, and share His banishment with Lakshmaṇ there. By every art persuasive I To bring him from the wood will try, And show him to your loving eyes, O Bráhmans noble, good, and wise. E’en now, the road to make and clear, Each labourer pressed, and pioneer Have I sent forward to precede The army I resolve to lead.”

Thus, by fraternal love possessed, His firm resolve the prince expressed, Then to Sumantra, deeply read In holy texts, he turned and said: “Sumantra, rise without delay, And as I bid my words obey. Give orders for the march with speed, And all the army hither lead.”

The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, Obeyed the high-souled chief’s behest. He hurried forth with joy inspired And gave the orders he desired. Delight each soldier’s bosom filled, And through each chief and captain thrilled, To hear that march proclaimed, to bring Dear Ráma back from wandering. From house to house the tidings flew: Each soldier’s wife the order knew, And as she listened blithe and gay Her husband urged to speed away. Captain and soldier soon declared The host equipped and all prepared With chariots matching thought for speed, And wagons drawn by ox and steed. When Bharat by Vaśishṭha’s side, His ready host of warriors eyed, Thus in Sumantra’s ear he spoke: “My car and horses quickly yoke.” Sumantra hastened to fulfil With ready joy his master’s will, And quickly with the chariot sped Drawn by fleet horses nobly bred. Then glorious Bharat, true, devout, Whose genuine valour none could doubt, Gave in fit words his order out; For he would seek the shade Of the great distant wood, and there Win his dear brother with his prayer: “Sumantra, haste! my will declare The host be all arrayed. I to the wood my way will take, To Ráma supplication make, And for the world’s advantage sake, Will lead him home again.” Then, ordered thus, the charioteer Who listened with delighted ear, Went forth and gave his orders clear To captains of the train. He gave the popular chiefs the word, And with the news his friends he stirred, And not a single man deferred Preparing for the road. Then Bráhman, Warrior, Merchant, thrall, Obedient to Sumantra’s call, Each in his house arose, and all Yoked elephant or camel tall, Or ass or noble steed in stall, And full appointed showed.

Canto LXXXIII. The Journey Begun.

Then Bharat rose at early morn, And in his noble chariot borne Drove forward at a rapid pace Eager to look on Ráma’s face. The priests and lords, a fair array, In sun-bright chariots led the way. Behind, a well appointed throng, Nine thousand elephants streamed along. Then sixty thousand cars, and then, With various arms, came fighting men. A hundred thousand archers showed In lengthened line the steeds they rode— A mighty host, the march to grace Of Bharat, pride of Raghu’s race. Kaikeyí and Sumitrá came, And good Kauśalyá, dear to fame: By hopes of Ráma’s coming cheered They in a radiant car appeared. On fared the noble host to see Ráma and Lakshmaṇ, wild with glee, And still each other’s ear to please, Of Ráma spoke in words like these: “When shall our happy eyes behold Our hero true, and pure, and bold, So lustrous dark, so strong of arm, Who keeps the world from woe and harm? The tears that now our eyeballs dim Will vanish at the sight of him, As the whole world’s black shadows fly When the bright sun ascends the sky.”

Conversing thus their way pursued The city’s joyous multitude, And each in mutual rapture pressed A friend or neighbour to his breast. Thus every man of high renown, And every merchant of the town, And leading subjects, joyous went Toward Ráma in his banishment. And those who worked the potter’s wheel, And artists skilled in gems to deal; And masters of the weaver’s art, And those who shaped the sword and dart; And they who golden trinkets made, And those who plied the fuller’s trade; And servants trained the bath to heat, And they who dealt in incense sweet; Physicians in their business skilled, And those who wine and mead distilled; And workmen deft in glass who wrought, And those whose snares the peacock caught; With them who bored the ear for rings, Or sawed, or fashioned ivory things; And those who knew to mix cement, Or lived by sale of precious scent; And men who washed, and men who sewed, And thralls who mid the herds abode; And fishers of the flood, and they Who played and sang, and women gay; And virtuous Bráhmans, Scripture-wise, Of life approved in all men’s eyes; These swelled the prince’s lengthened train, Borne each in car or bullock wain. Fair were the robes they wore upon Their limbs where red-hued unguents shone. These all in various modes conveyed Their journey after Bharat made; The soldiers’ hearts with rapture glowed, Following Bharat on his road, Their chief whose tender love would fain Bring his dear brother home again. With elephant, and horse, and car, The vast procession travelled far, And came where Gangá’s waves below The town of Śringavera(361) flow. There, with his friends and kinsmen nigh, Dwelt Guha, Ráma’s dear ally, Heroic guardian of the land With dauntless heart and ready hand. There for a while the mighty force That followed Bharat stayed its course, Gazing on Gangá’s bosom stirred By many a graceful water-bird. When Bharat viewed his followers there, And Gangá’s water, blest and fair, The prince, who lore of words possessed, His councillors and lords addressed: “The captains of the army call: Proclaim this day a halt for all, That so to-morrow, rested, we May cross this flood that seeks the sea. Meanwhile, descending to the shore, The funeral stream I fain would pour From Gangá’s fair auspicious tide To him, my father glorified.”

Thus Bharat spoke: each peer and lord Approved his words with one accord, And bade the weary troops repose In separate spots where’er they chose. There by the mighty stream that day, Most glorious in its vast array The prince’s wearied army lay In various groups reclined. There Bharat’s hours of night were spent, While every eager thought he bent On bringing home from banishment His brother, great of mind.

Canto LXXXIV. Guha’s Anger.

King Guha saw the host spread o’er The wide expanse of Gangá’s shore, With waving flag and pennon graced, And to his followers spoke in haste: “A mighty army meets my eyes, That rivals Ocean’s self in size: Where’er I look my very mind No limit to the host can find. Sure Bharat with some evil thought His army to our land has brought. See, huge of form, his flag he rears, That like an Ebony-tree appears. He comes with bonds to take and chain, Or triumph o’er our people slain: And after, Ráma will he slay,— Him whom his father drove away: The power complete he longs to gain, And—task too hard—usurp the reign. So Bharat comes with wicked will His brother Ráma’s blood to spill. But Ráma’s slave and friend am I; He is my lord and dear ally. Keep here your watch in arms arrayed Near Gangá’s flood to lend him aid, And let my gathered servants stand And line with troops the river strand. Here let the river keepers meet, Who flesh and roots and berries eat; A hundred fishers man each boat Of the five hundred here afloat, And let the youthful and the strong Assemble in defensive throng. But yet, if, free from guilty thought ’Gainst Ráma, he this land have sought, The prince’s happy host to-day Across the flood shall make its way.”

He spoke: then bearing in a dish A gift of honey, meat, and fish, The king of the Nishádas drew Toward Bharat for an interview. When Bharat’s noble charioteer Observed the monarch hastening near, He duly, skilled in courteous lore, The tidings to his master bore: “This aged prince who hither bends His footsteps with a thousand friends, Knows, firm ally of Ráma, all That may in Daṇḍak wood befall: Therefore, Kakutstha’s son, admit The monarch, as is right and fit: For doubtless he can clearly tell Where Ráma now and Lakshmaṇ dwell.”

When Bharat heard Sumantra’s rede, To his fair words the prince agreed: “Go quickly forth,” he cried, “and bring Before my face the aged king.” King Guha, with his kinsmen near, Rejoiced the summoning to hear: He nearer drew, bowed low his head, And thus to royal Bharat said: “No mansions can our country boast, And unexpected comes thy host: But what we have I give thee all: Rest in the lodging of thy thrall. See, the Nishádas here have brought The fruit and roots their hands have sought: And we have woodland fare beside, And store of meat both fresh and dried. To rest their weary limbs, I pray This night at least thy host may stay: Then cheered with all we can bestow To-morrow thou with it mayst go.”

Canto LXXXV. Guha And Bharat.

Thus the Nishádas’ king besought: The prince with spirit wisdom-fraught Replied in seemly words that blent Deep matter with the argument: “Thou, friend of him whom I revere, With honours high hast met me here, For thou alone wouldst entertain And feed to-day so vast a train.” In such fair words the prince replied, Then, pointing to the path he cried: “Which way aright will lead my feet To Bharadvája’s calm retreat; For all this land near Gangá’s streams Pathless and hard to traverse seems?”