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Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

An Abbreviated Translation of the Indian Classic, the Ramayana by Romesh Chundar Dutt in 2,000 verses

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IV. The Meeting <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Prince</strong>s - 73<br />

Deadlier than the serpent’s venom is the venom <strong>of</strong> a lie,<br />

From the false, than from the cobra, men with deeper terror fly,<br />

Dearer than the food to mortals, Truth as nourishment is given,<br />

Truth sustains the wide creation, Truth upholds the highest heaven,<br />

Vain were gifts and sacrifices, rigid penances were vain,<br />

Pr<strong>of</strong>itless the holy Vedas but for Truth which they sustain,<br />

Gifts and rites and rigid penance have no aim or purpose high,<br />

Save in Truth which rules the wide earth and the regions <strong>of</strong> the sky,<br />

I have plighted truth and promise and my word may not unsay,<br />

Fourteen years in pathless forests father’s mandate I obey,<br />

And I seek no spacious reasons my relinquished throne to win,<br />

Gods nor Fathers nor the Vedas counsel tortuous paths <strong>of</strong> sin!<br />

Pardon, rishi, still unchanging shall remain my promise given<br />

To my mother Queen Kaikeyi, to my father now in heaven,<br />

Pardon, rishi, still in jungle we shall seek the forest fare,<br />

Worship Gods who watch our actions, and pervade the earth and air!<br />

Unto AGNI, unto VAYU, shall my constant prayers run,<br />

I shall live like happy INDRA, hundred sacrifices done,<br />

And the deep and darksome jungle shall be <strong>Rama</strong>’s royal hall,<br />

For a righteous father’s mandate duteous son may not recall!”<br />

V. The Sandals<br />

[73] Tears nor sighs nor sad entreaty <strong>Rama</strong>’s changeless purpose shock,<br />

Till once more with hands conjoinéd Bharat to his elder spoke:<br />

“<strong>Rama</strong>, true to royal mercy, true to duties <strong>of</strong> thy race,<br />

Grant this favour to thy mother, to thy brother grant this grace,<br />

Vain were my unaided efforts to protect our father’s throne,<br />

Town and hamlet, lord and tiller, turn to thee and thee alone!<br />

Unto <strong>Rama</strong>, friends and kinsmen, chiefs and warriors, turn in pain,<br />

And each city chief and elder, and each humble village swain,

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