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

300 THE RJlMAYAN. BoohllT.
Blooms of a fallen garland lay.
When Rama saw that flowery rain
He spoke once more with bitterest pain :
' Lakshman every flower that lies
Here on the ground I recognize.
I culled them in the grove, and there
My darling twined them in her hair.
Tlie sun, the earth, the genial breeze
Have spared theSe flowers my soul to please.'
Then to that woody hill he prayed,
Whence flashed afar each wild cascade
• best of mountains, hast thou seen
A dome of perfect form and mien
In some sweet spot with trees o'ergrown,
My darling whom I left alone ?
Then as a lion threats a deer
He thundered with a voice of fear
'Reveal her, mountain, to my view
With golden limbs and golden hue;
Where is my darling Sltd ? speak
Before I rend thee peak from pe-ak.'
The mountain seemed her tr.ick to shoWj
But told not all he sought to know.
Then Dalaratha's son renewed
His summons as the mount he viewed
' Soon as my flaming arrows fly,
Consumed to ashes shalt thou lie
Without a herb or bud or tree.
And birds no more shall dwell in thee.
And if this stream my prayer deny,
My wrath this day her flood shall dry,
Because she lends no aid to trace
My darling of the lotus face.'
Thus Rama spake as though his ire