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

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CANTO LXIV.
hIma's lament.
Beft of his love, the royal chief,
Weighed down beneath his whelming grief.
Desponding made his brother share
His grievous burden of despair.
Over his sinking bosom rolled
The flood of Borrow uncontrolled,
And as he wept and sighed,
In mournful accents faint and slow
With words congenial to his woe.
To Lakshman thus he cried:
' Brother, I ween, beneath the sun.
Of all mankind there lives not one
So full of sin, whose hand has done
Such cursed deeds as mine.
For ray sad heart with misery bleeds.
As, guerdon of those evil deeds,
Still greater woe to woe succeeds
In never-ending line,
A life of sin I freely chose,
And from my past transgression flows
A ceaseless flood of bitter woes
My folly to repay.
Tlje fruit of sin has ripened fast,
Through many a sorrow have I passed,
And now the crowning grief at last
Falls on my head to-day.
From all my faithful friends I fled,