The Ramayana Part 4

But splendid, just, and great of mind, The childless king for offspring pined.

No son had he his name to grace, Transmitter of his royal race.

Long had his anxious bosom wrought, And as he pondered rose the thought: "A votive steed 'twere good to slay, So might a son the gift repay."

Before his lords his plan he laid, And bade them with their wisdom aid: Then with these words Sumantra, best Of royal counsellors, addressed: "Hither, Vasish?ha at their head, Let all my priestly guides be led."

To him Sumantra made reply: "Hear, Sire, a tale of days gone by.

To many a sage in time of old, Sanatk.u.mar, the saint, foretold How from thine ancient line, O King, A son, when years came round, should spring.

"Here dwells," 'twas thus the seer began, "Of Kasyap's(80) race, a holy man, Vibha?dak named: to him shall spring A son, the famous Rishyasring.

Bred with the deer that round him roam, The wood shall be that hermit's home.

To him no mortal shall be known Except his holy sire alone.

Still by those laws shall he abide Which lives of youthful Brahmans guide, Obedient to the strictest rule That forms the young ascetic's school: And all the wondering world shall hear Of his stern life and penance drear; His care to nurse the holy fire And do the bidding of his sire.

Then, seated on the Angas'(81) throne, Shall Lomapad to fame be known.

But folly wrought by that great king A plague upon the land shall bring; No rain for many a year shall fall And grievous drought shall ruin all.

The troubled king with many a prayer Shall bid the priests some cure declare: "The lore of Heaven 'tis yours to know, Nor are ye blind to things below: Declare, O holy men, the way This plague to expiate and stay."

Those best of Brahmans shall reply: "By every art, O Monarch, try Hither to bring Vibha?dak's child, Persuaded, captured, or beguiled.

And when the boy is. .h.i.ther led To him thy daughter duly wed."

But how to bring that wondrous boy His troubled thoughts will long employ, And hopeless to achieve the task He counsel of his lords will ask, And bid his priests and servants bring With honour saintly Rishyasring.

But when they hear the monarch's speech, All these their master will beseech, With trembling hearts and looks of woe, To spare them, for they fear to go.

And many a plan will they declare And crafty plots will frame, And promise fair to show him there, Unforced, with none to blame.

On every word his lords shall say, The king will meditate, And on the third returning day Recall them to debate.

Then this shall be the plan agreed, That damsels shall be sent Attired in holy hermits' weed, And skilled in blandishment, That they the hermit may beguile With every art and amorous wile Whose use they know so well, And by their witcheries seduce The unsuspecting young recluse To leave his father's cell.

Then when the boy with willing feet Shall wander from his calm retreat And in that city stand, The troubles of the king shall end, And streams of blessed rain descend Upon the thirsty land.

Thus shall the holy Rishyasring To Lomapad, the mighty king, By wedlock be allied; For Santa, fairest of the fair, In mind and grace beyond compare, Shall be his royal bride.

He, at the Offering of the Steed, The flames with holy oil shall feed, And for King Dasaratha gain Sons whom his prayers have begged in vain."

"I have repeated, Sire, thus far, The words of old Sanatk.u.mar, In order as he spoke them then Amid the crowd of holy men."

Then Dasaratha cried with joy, "Say how they brought the hermit boy."

Canto IX. Rishyasring.

The wise Sumantra, thus addressed, Unfolded at the king's behest The plan the lords in council laid To draw the hermit from the shade: "The priest, amid the lordly crowd, To Lomapad thus spoke aloud: "Hear, King, the plot our thoughts have framed, A harmless trick by all unblamed.

Far from the world that hermit's child Lives lonely in the distant wild: A stranger to the joys of sense, His bliss is pain and abstinence; And all unknown are women yet To him, a holy anch.o.r.et.

The gentle pa.s.sions we will wake That with resistless influence shake The hearts of men; and he Drawn by enchantment strong and sweet Shall follow from his lone retreat, And come and visit thee.

Let s.h.i.+ps be formed with utmost care That artificial trees may bear, And sweet fruit deftly made; Let goodly raiment, rich and rare, And flowers, and many a bird be there Beneath the leafy shade.

Upon the s.h.i.+ps thus decked a band Of young and lovely girls shall stand, Rich in each charm that wakes desire, And eyes that burn with amorous fire; Well skilled to sing, and play, and dance And ply their trade with smile and glance Let these, attired in hermits' dress, Betake them to the wilderness, And bring the boy of life austere A voluntary captive here."

He ended; and the king agreed, By the priest's counsel won.

And all the ministers took heed To see his bidding done.

In s.h.i.+ps with wondrous art prepared Away the lovely women fared, And soon beneath the shade they stood Of the wild, lonely, dreary wood.

And there the leafy cot they found Where dwelt the devotee, And looked with eager eyes around The hermit's son to see.

Still, of Vibha?dak sore afraid, They hid behind the creepers' shade.

But when by careful watch they knew The elder saint was far from view, With bolder steps they ventured nigh To catch the youthful hermit's eye.

Then all the damsels, blithe and gay, At various games began to play.

They tossed the flying ball about With dance and song and merry shout, And moved, their scented tresses bound With wreaths, in mazy motion round.

Some girls as if by love possessed, Sank to the earth in feigned unrest, Up starting quickly to pursue Their intermitted game anew.

It was a lovely sight to see Those fair ones, as they played, While fragrant robes were floating free, And bracelets clas.h.i.+ng in their glee A pleasant tinkling made.

The anklet's chime, the Kol's(82) cry With music filled the place As 'twere some city in the sky Which heavenly minstrels grace.

With each voluptuous art they strove To win the tenant of the grove, And with their graceful forms inspire His modest soul with soft desire.

With arch of brow, with beck and smile, With every pa.s.sion-waking wile Of glance and lotus hand, With all enticements that excite The longing for unknown delight Which boys in vain withstand.

Forth came the hermit's son to view The wondrous sight to him so new, And gazed in rapt surprise, For from his natal hour till then On woman or the sons of men He ne'er had cast his eyes.

He saw them with their waists so slim, With fairest shape and faultless limb, In variegated robes arrayed, And sweetly singing as they played.

Near and more near the hermit drew, And watched them at their game, And stronger still the impulse grew To question whence they came.

They marked the young ascetic gaze With curious eye and wild amaze, And sweet the long-eyed damsels sang, And shrill their merry laughter rang.

Then came they nearer to his side, And languis.h.i.+ng with pa.s.sion cried: "Whose son, O youth, and who art thou, Come suddenly to join us now?

And why dost thou all lonely dwell In the wild wood? We pray thee, tell, We wish to know thee, gentle youth; Come, tell us, if thou wilt, the truth."

He gazed upon that sight he ne'er Had seen before, of girls so fair, And out of love a longing rose His sire and lineage to disclose: "My father," thus he made reply, "Is Kasyap's son, a saint most high, Vibha?dak styled; from him I came, And Rishyasring he calls my name.

Our hermit cot is near this place: Come thither, O ye fair of face; There be it mine, with honour due, Ye gentle youths, to welcome you."

They heard his speech, and gave consent, And gladly to his cottage went.

Vibha?dak's son received them well Beneath the shelter of his cell With guest-gift, water for their feet, And woodland fruit and roots to eat, They smiled, and spoke sweet words like these, Delighted with his courtesies: "We too have goodly fruit in store, Grown on the trees that shade our door; Come, if thou wilt, kind Hermit, haste The produce of our grove to taste; And let, O good Ascetic, first This holy water quench thy thirst."

They spoke, and gave him comfits sweet Prepared ripe fruits to counterfeit; And many a dainty cate beside And luscious mead their stores supplied.

The seeming fruits, in taste and look, The unsuspecting hermit took, For, strange to him, their form beguiled The dweller in the lonely wild.

Then round his neck fair arms were flung, And there the laughing damsels clung, And pressing nearer and more near With sweet lips whispered at his ear; While rounded limb and swelling breast The youthful hermit softly pressed.

The pleasing charm of that strange bowl, The touch of a tender limb, Over his yielding spirit stole And sweetly vanquished him.

But vows, they said, must now be paid; They bade the boy farewell, And, of the aged saint afraid, Prepared to leave the dell.

With ready guile they told him where Their hermit dwelling lay: Then, lest the sire should find them there, Sped by wild paths away.

They fled and left him there alone By longing love possessed; And with a heart no more his own He roamed about distressed.

The aged saint came home, to find The hermit boy distraught, Revolving in his troubled mind One solitary thought.

"Why dost thou not, my son," he cried, "Thy due obeisance pay?

Why do I see thee in the tide Of whelming thought to-day?

A devotee should never wear A mien so sad and strange.

Come, quickly, dearest child, declare The reason of the change."

And Rishyasring, when questioned thus, Made answer in this wise: "O sire, there came to visit us Some men with lovely eyes.

About my neck soft arms they wound And kept me tightly held To tender b.r.e.a.s.t.s so soft and round, That strangely heaved and swelled.

They sing more sweetly as they dance Than e'er I heard till now, And play with many a sidelong glance And arching of the brow."

"My son," said he, "thus giants roam Where holy hermits are, And wander round their peaceful home Their rites austere to mar.

I charge thee, thou must never lay Thy trust in them, dear boy: They seek thee only to betray, And woo but to destroy."

Thus having warned him of his foes That night at home he spent.

And when the morrow's sun arose Forth to the forest went.

But Rishyasring with eager pace Sped forth and hurried to the place Where he those visitants had seen Of daintly waist and charming mien.

When from afar they saw the son Of Saint Vibha?dak toward them run, To meet the hermit boy they hied, And hailed him with a smile, and cried: "O come, we pray, dear lord, behold Our lovely home of which we told Due honour there to thee we'll pay, And speed thee on thy homeward way."

Pleased with the gracious words they said He followed where the damsels led.

As with his guides his steps he bent, That Brahman high of worth, A flood of rain from heaven was sent That gladdened all the earth.

Vibha?dak took his homeward road, And wearied by the heavy load Of roots and woodland fruit he bore Entered at last his cottage door.

Fain for his son he looked around, But desolate the cell he found.

He stayed not then to bathe his feet, Though fainting with the toil and heat, But hurried forth and roamed about Calling the boy with cry and shout, He searched the wood, but all in vain; Nor tidings of his son could gain.

One day beyond the forest's bound The wandering saint a village found, And asked the swains and neatherds there Who owned the land so rich and fair, With all the hamlets of the plain, And herds of kine and fields of grain.

They listened to the hermit's words, And all the guardians of the herds, With suppliant hands together pressed, This answer to the saint addressed: "The Angas' lord who bears the name Of Lomapad, renowned by fame, Bestowed these hamlets with their kine And all their riches, as a sign Of grace, on Rishyasring: and he Vibha?dak's son is said to be."

The hermit with exulting breast The mighty will of fate confessed, By meditation's eye discerned; And cheerful to his home returned.

A stately s.h.i.+p, at early morn, The hermit's son away had borne.

Loud roared the clouds, as on he sped, The sky grew blacker overhead; Till, as he reached the royal town, A mighty flood of rain came down.

By the great rain the monarch's mind The coming of his guest divined.

To meet the honoured youth he went, And low to earth his head he bent.

With his own priest to lead the train, He gave the gift high guests obtain.

And sought, with all who dwelt within The city walls, his grace to win.

He fed him with the daintiest fare, He served him with unceasing care, And ministered with anxious eyes Lest anger in his breast should rise; And gave to be the Brahman's bride His own fair daughter, lotus-eyed.