Ramayana, Epic of Rama, Prince of India

VI. Sita Lost - 93
Ruthless Rakshas roam the forest to revenge their leader slain,
Various are their arts and accents; chase thy thought of causeless pain!”
Sparkled Sita’s eye in anger, frenzy marked her speech and word,
For a woman’s sense is clouded by the danger of her lord:
“Markest thou my Rama’s danger with a cold and callous heart,
Courtest thou the death of elder in thy deep deceitful art,
In thy semblance of compassion doest thou hide a cruel craft,
As in friendly guise the foeman hides his death-compelling shaft,
Following like a faithful younger in this dread and lonesome land,
Seekest thou the death of elder to enforce his widow’s hand?
False thy hope as foul thy purpose! Sita is a faithful wife,
Sita follows saintly Rama, true in death as true in life!”
Quivered Lakshman’s frame in anguish and the tear stood in his eye,
Fixed in faith and pure in purpose, calm and bold he made reply:
“Unto me a Queen and Goddess, – as a mother to a son, –
Answer to thy heedless censure patient Lakshman speaketh none,
Daughter of Videha’s monarch, – pardon if I do thee wrong, –
Fickle is the faith of woman, poison-dealing is her tongue!
[96] And thy censure, trust me, Lady, scathes me like a burning dart,
Free from guile is Lakshman’s purpose, free from sin is Lakshman’s heart,
Witness ye my truth of purpose, unseen dwellers of the wood,
Witness, I for Sita’s safety by my elder’s mandate stood,
Duteous to my queen and elder, I have toiled and worked in vain,
Dark suspicion and dishonour cast on me a needless stain!
Lady! I obey thy mandate, to my elder now I go,
Guardian Spirits of the forest watch thee from each secret foe,
Omens dark and signs of danger meet my pained and aching sight,
May I see thee by thy Rama, guarded by his conquering might!