"Darkness thickens," said Savitri, "and the evening waxeth late, When the morrow's light returneth I shall all these scenes narrate, Now arise, for darkness gathers, deeper grows the gloomy night, And thy loving anxious parents trembling wait thy welcome sight, Hark the rangers of the forest! how their voices strike the ear, Prowlers of the darksome jungle! how they fill my breast with fear! Forest-fire is raging yonder, for I see a distant gleam, And the rising evening breezes help the red and radiant beam, Let me fetch a burning faggot and prepare a friendly fight, With these fallen withered branches chase the shadows of the night, And if feeble still thy footsteps,--long and weary is our way,-- By the fire repose, my husband, and return by light of day." "For my parents, fondly anxious," Satyavan thus made reply, "Pains my heart and yearns my bosom, let us to their cottage hie, When I tarried in the jungle or by day or dewy eve, Searching in the hermitages often did my parents grieve, And with father's soft reproaches and with mother's loving fears, Chid me for my tardy footsteps, dewed me with their gentle tears. Think then of my father's sorrow, of my mother's woeful plight, If afar in wood and jungle pass we now the livelong night, Wife beloved, I may not fathom what mishap or load of care, Unknown dangers, unseen sorrows, even now my parents share!" Gentle drops of filial sorrow trickled down his manly eye, Pond Savitri sweetly speaking softly wiped the tear-drops dry: "Trust me, husband, if Savitri hath been faithful in her love, If she hath with pious offerings served the righteous gods above, If she hath a sister's kindness unto brother men performed, If she hath in speech and action unto holy truth conformed, Unknown blessings, mighty gladness, trust thy ever faithful wife, And not sorrows or disasters wait this eve our parents' life!"
Then she rose and tied her tresses, gently helped her lord to rise, Walked with him the pathless jungle, looked with love into his eyes, On her neck his clasping left arm sweetly winds in soft embrace, Round his waist Savitri's right arm doth sweetly interlace, Thus they walked the darksome jungle, silent stars looked from above, And the hushed and throbbing midnight watched Savitri's deathless love. <strong>MAHABHARATA</strong> BOOK VI GO-HARANA
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Skill in arms attained these prince
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IDA, a form of sacrificial offering
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