Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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creation. While the king was yet wailing, the day broke and the music of lute, flute and
conch was heard at his door. Bards extolled him and minstrels sang his praises; they,
however, pierced the king like shafts as he heard them. These and other tokens of
rejoicing pleased him not even as ornaments repel a widow who has decided to
accompany her deceased husband to the other world. None could have a wink of sleep
that night since everyone was eagerly longing for a sight of ›r∂ Råma. (1ó4)
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Do.: dvåra bh∂ra sevaka saciva kahahiÚ udita rabi dekhi,
jågeu ajahu° na avadhapati kåranu kavanu bisei.37.
At the door waited a crowd of servants and ministers, who said to one another at
the sight of the risen sun, ìThe Lord of Ayodhyå has not yet woken up, what special
reason can there be?î (37)
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Cau.: pachile pahara bhµupu nita jågå, åju hamahi baRa acaraju lågå.
jåhu suma≈tra jagåvahu jå∂, k∂jia kåju rajåyasu på∂.1.
gae suma≈tru taba råura måh∂°, dekhi bhayåvana jåta Œeråh∂°.
dhåi khåi janu jåi na herå, månahu° bipati biåda baserå.2.
pµuche° kou na µutaru de∂, gae jehiÚ bhavana bhµupa kaike∂.
kahi jayaj∂va bai¢ha siru nå∂, dekhi bhµupa gati gayau sukhå∂.3.
soca bikala bibarana mahi pareµu, månahu° kamala mµulu parihareµu.
saciu sabh∂ta sakai nahiÚ pµuch∂, bol∂ asubha bhar∂ subha chµuch∂.4.
ìThe king used to wake up during the last watch of the night everyday; his
behaviour today appears most strange to us. Getting into the palace, O Sumantra, you
go and rouse him; on receiving his orders we may proceed with our work.î Sumantra
then entered the gynaeceum; but it wore such a dismal appearance that he was afraid
to advance. It looked like a monster that would spring on him and devour him; its sight
was so repelling. It seemed to be the very abode of calamity and sorrow. Since nobody
answered his questions he proceeded to the apartment where the king and Queen
Kaikey∂ were. Greeting the king with the words ìBe victorious and live forever!î and
bowing his head, he sat down. He turned pale to behold the condition of the king, who
lay on the ground distracted with grief and colourless like a lotus stalk torn from its roots.
The minister being too alarmed to ask any question, Kaikey∂, who was full of evil and void
of all good, broke the silence. (1ó4)