THE RÁMÁYAN OF VÁLMÍKI, VOL. III - Gujarat Knowledge Centre

Canto LX. THE EA'MA^YAN', 279*
To win my love, thy brother slain.
Not love, but Bharat's dark decree
To share his exile counselled thee,
Or hearing now his bitter cry
Thou surely to his aid wouldst fly.
For love of me, a stealthy foe
Thou choosest by his side to go.
And now thou longest that my lord
Should (lie, and wilt no help afford/
Such were the words the lady said
With angry fire my eyes were red.
With pale lips quivering in my rage
I hastened from the hermitage,'
He ceased; and frenzied by his pain
The son of Ragha spoke again
* brother, for thy fault I grieve.
The Maithil dame alone to leave.
Thou knowest that my arm is strong
To save me from the giant throng,
And yet couldst leave tbe cottage, spurred
To folly by her angry word.
For this thy deed I praise thee not,
To leave her helpless in the cot,
And thus thy sacred charge forsake
For the wild words a woman spake.
Yea, thou art all to blame herein,
And very grievous is thy sin,
Tiiat anger s.wayed thy faithless breast
And made thee false to my behest.
An arrow speeding from my bow
Has laid the treacherous giant low.
Who lured me eager for tbe chase
For from my hermit dweffing-place.
The string with easy hand I drew.