Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

IV. The Meeting of the Princes - 71
“Hast thou, daughter of Videha,” weeping thus Kausalya said,
“Dwelt in woods and leafy cottage and in pathless jungle strayed,
Hast thou, Rama’s royal consort, lived a homeless anchorite,
Pale with rigid fast and penance, worn with toil of righteous rite?
But thy sweet face, gentle Sita, is like faded lotus dry,
And like lily parched by sunlight, lustreless thy beauteous eye,
Like the gold untimely tarnished is thy sorrow-shaded brow,
Like the moon by shadows darkened is thy form of beauty now!
And an anguish scathes my bosom like the withering forest fire,
Thus to see thee, duteous daughter, in misfortunes deep and dire,
Dark is wide Kosala’s empire, dark is Raghu’s royal house,
When in woods my Rama wanders and my Rama’s royal spouse!”
Sweetly, gentle Sita answered, answered Rama fair and tall,
That a righteous father’s mandate duteous son may not recall!
IV. Jabali’s Reasoning and Rama’s Reply
Jabali a learned Brahman and a Sophist skilled in word,
Questioned Faith and Law and Duty, spake to young Ayodhya’s lord:
“Wherefore, Rama, idle maxims cloud thy heart and warp thy mind,
Maxims which mislead the simple and the thoughtless human kind?
Love nor friendship doth a mortal to his kith or kindred own,
Entering on this wide earth friendless, and departing all alone,
Foolishly upon the father and the mother dotes the son,
Kinship is an idle fancy, – save thyself thy kith is none!
[71] In the wayside inn he halteth who in distant lands doth roam,
Leaves it with the dawning daylight for another transient home,
Thus on earth are kin and kindred, home and country, wealth and store,
We but meet them on our journey, leave them as we pass before!
Wherefore for a father’s mandate leave thy empire and thy throne,
Pass thy days in trackless jungle sacrificing all thy own,