Yet firm in duty, resolute and brave, Alas, her beauty! Ah, that tender form! How will it change beneath the sun and storm! Let us arise, our wives and children call, And leave our fields and gardens, homes and all, Of women singing as they turn the mill : Groves, where no children sport in thoughtless glee, Nor elders sit beneath the mango-tree : The falling shop, with none to buy or sell, The pond choked up with weeds, the broken well : Neglected temples, whence the Gods have fled, No hum of worship, and no Brahman's prayer: Our town shall be a wilderness: where he, Such were the words of sorrow that the throng And his hard fate in faithful love bewailed; Yet not for this his lofty spirit failed. On to the palace of the king he prest, He lingered not, but hastened where the king, K Lord of the world, lay sadly sorrowing; Changed, like the sun behind a misty cloud; Like the quencht flame which dust and ashes shroud; Like a broad lake with its sweet waters dried. With a slow faltering voice Sumantra cried : 'Long be thy days, O king! Thy Rama waits, Thy lion-lord of men, before the gates. His weeping friends his last farewell have heard, And take a blessing, ere he go, of thee." "Haste," cried the king, "my queens and ladies call, And bid my servants throng into the hall." Quick at the monarch's word he called each dame, When all were present, at the king's behest, Rama and Lakshman in their armour drest, Came toward the hall, with anxious ladies lined, And gentle Sita meekly came behind. But the old king, ere Rama yet was nigh, Sprang from his throne, and with a bitter cry Ran forth to meet him but his limbs gave way, And with her healing care restored him then : Rama spoke, reverent, to the king of men : "O father, thou both sire and sovereign art: Bless me, I pray thee, for to-day we part. Lakshman and Sita will not here remain : Counsel is useless and entreaty vain. Refuse them not, but grant thy kind consent He stood expecting when the king should speak ; Who answered: "Rama, I am old and weak, By Queen Kaikeyi's cruel guile misled : That thou, my king and sire, shouldst still remain Untoucht in honour, without spot or stain. Nor hope, with tears, to change my changeless will. Kaikeyi prayed me, and I sware to go. Grieve not the forest will have charms for me, |