THE EPIC OF RAMA, PRINCE OF INDIA THE BOOK I SITA-SWAYAMVARA (The Bridal of Sita) HE Epic relates to the ancient traditions of two powerful races, the Kosalas and the Videhas, who lived in Northern India between the twelfth and tenth centuries before Christ. The names Kosala and Videha in the singular number indicate the king doms,-Oudh and North Behar,—and in the plural number they mean the ancient races which inhabited those two countries. According to the Epic, Dasa-ratha king of the Kosalas had four sons, the eldest of whom was Rama the hero of the poem. And Janak king of the Videhas had a daughter named Sita, who was miraculously born of a field furrow, and who is the heroine of the Epic. Janak ordained a severe test for the hand of his daughter, and many a prince and warrior came and went away disappointed. Rama succeeded, and won Sita. The story of Rama's winning his bride, and of the marriage of his three brothers with the sister and cousins of Sita, forms the subject of this Book. The portions translated in this Book form Section vi., Sections lxvii. to Ixix., Section Ixxiii., and Section lxxvii. of Book i. of the original text. I Ayodhya, the Righteous City Rich in royal worth and valour, rich in holy Vedic lore, Loved of men in fair Ayodhya, sprung of ancient Solar Race, Great as INDRA in his prowess, bounteous as Kuvera kind, Truth and Justice swayed each action and each baser motive quelled, Peaceful lived the righteous people, rich in wealth in merit high, Envy dwelt not in their bosoms and their accents shaped no lie, Fathers with their happy households owned their cattle, corn and gold, Galling penury and famine in Ayodhya had no hold, Neighbours lived in mutual kindness helpful with their ample wealth, None who begged the wasted refuse, none who lived by fraud and stealth! And they wore the gem and earring, wreath and fragrant sandal paste, And their arms were decked with bracelets, and their necks with nishkas graced, Cheat and braggart and deceiver lived not in the ancient town, the great, Poorer fed not on the richer, hireling friend upon Men to plighted vows were faithful, faithful was each loving wife, Impure thought and wandering fancy stained not holy wedded life, Robed in gold and graceful garments, fair in form and fair in face, Winsome were Ayodhya's daughters, rich in wit and woman's grace! Twice-born men were free from passion, lust of gold and impure greed, Faithful to their Rites and Scriptures, truthful in their word and deed, Altar blazed in every mansion, from each home was bounty given, Stooped no man to fulsome falsehood, questioned none the will of Heaven. Kshatras bowed to holy Brahmans, Vaisyas to the Kshatras bowed, Toiling Sudras lived by labour, of their honest duty proud, To the Gods and to the Fathers, to each guest in virtue trained, Rites were done with due devotion as by holy writ ordained. Pure each caste in due observance, stainless was each ancient rite, And each man in truth abiding lived a long and peaceful life, Thus was ruled the ancient city by her monarch true and bold, Troops who never turned in battle, fierce as fire and,strong and brave, Guarded well her lofty ramparts as the lions guard the cave. Steeds like INDRA's in their swiftness came from far Kamboja's land, From Vanaya and Vahlika and from Sindhu's rock-bound strand, Elephants of mighty stature from the Vindhya mountains came, Thus Ayodhya, "virgin city,”—faithful to her haughty name,- Strong-barred gates and lofty arches, tower and dome and turret high Decked the vast and peopled city fair as mansions of the sky. Queens of proud and peerless beauty born of houses rich in fame, Loved of royal Dasa-ratha to his happy mansion came, Queen Kausalya blessed with virtue true and righteous Rama bore, Queen Kaikeyi young and beauteous bore him Bharat rich in lore, Queen Simitra bore the bright twins, Lakshman and Satrughna bold, Four brave princes served their father in the happy days of old! II Mithila, and the Breaking of the Bow Janak monarch of Videha spake his message near and far,- Suitors came from farthest regions, warlike princes known to fame, Viswa-mitra royal rishi, Rama true and Lakshman bold, Spake in pride the royal rishi: "Monarch of Videha's throne, Janak spake his royal mandate to his lords and warriors bold : Stalwart men of ample stature pulled the mighty iron car And where midst assembled monarchs sat Videha's godlike king, With a mighty toil and effort did the eight-wheeled chariot bring. "This the weapon of Videha," proudly thus the peers begun, "Be it shewn to royal Rama, Dasa-ratha's righteous son, "This the bow," then spake the monarch to the rishi famed of old, To the true and righteous Rama and to Lakshman young and bold, "This the weapon of my fathers prized by kings from age to age, Mighty chiefs and sturdy warriors could not bend it, noble sage! GoD Gods before the bow of RUDRA have in righteous terror quailed, Rakshas fierce and stout Asuras have in futile effort failed, Mortal man will struggle vainly RUDRA's wondrous bow to bend, Vainly strive to string the weapon and the shining dart to send, Holy saint and royal rishi, here is Janak's ancient bow, Viswa-mitra humbly listened to the words the monarch said, Rama lifted high the cover of the pond'rous iron car, Gazed with conscious pride and prowess on the mighty bow of war. |