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

Canto LX IV. THE RJ^MJ^VAN. 295
The lifeblood fronx each mangled vein.
All, when tlie savage monsters came
And dragged away the lielpless dame,
Tlie liidy of the long soft eye
Called like a lamb with piteous cry.
Beneatli this rock, O Laksliman, see.
My peerless consort sat with me,
And gently talked to thee the wliile.
Her sweet lips opening with a smile.
Here is that fairest stream which she
Loved ever, bright Godavari.
Ne'er can the dame have passed this way
So far alone she would not stray.
Nor has my darling, lotus-eyed.
Sought lilies by the river's side.
For without me she ne'er would go
To streamlets where the wild flowers grow.
Tell me not, brother, she has strayed
To the dark forest's distant shade
Where blooming boughs are gay and sweet.
And bright birds love the cool retreat.
Alone ray love would never dare,
My timid love,—to wander there.
Lord of Day whose eye sees all
We act and plan, on thee I call
For naught is hidden from thy sight,
Great witness thou of wrong and right.
Where is slie, lost or torn away ?
Dispel my torturing doubt and say.
And thou Wiud who blowest free,
The worlds have naught concealed from thee.
List to my prayer, reveal one trace
Of her, the glory of her race.
Say, is she stolen hence, or dead,