Sri Rama Charita Manasa - Shri Sita Ram Foundation, USA

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479
Agitated and stricken with grief, Sumantra lamented: ìAccursed is life without the Hero
of Raghuís race. This wretched body will not survive in the long run; but what a pity it
did not earn fame by perishing at the time of its parting from the Hero of Raghuís race.
This life has become a sink of infamy and sin; I wonder what prevents it from departing.
Alas! this vile soul has missed its chance. Oh, that my heart does not break in twain
even now!î Wringing his hands and beating his head he rued his lot like a miser who has
lost his hoard of riches. It seemed as if after assuming the role of, and posing as, an
eminent hero, a great warrior had taken to flight. (1ó4)
ŒÙ0óÁ’¬˝ Á’’apple∑§Ë ’appleŒÁ’Œ ‚¢◊à ‚ÊœÈ ‚È¡ÊÁÖ
Á¡Á◊ œÙπapple¥ ◊Œ¬ÊŸ ∑§⁄U ‚Áøfl ‚Ùø ÃappleÁ„U ÷Ê°ÁÃH 144H
Do.: bipra bibek∂ bedabida sa≈mata sådhu sujåti,
jimi dhokhe° madapåna kara saciva soca tehi bhå°ti.144.
The minister gave himself up to grief like a discreet Bråhmaƒa of noble descent,
who though well-versed in the Vedas and esteemed by the virtuous, has been deluded
into drinking. (144)
øı0óÁ¡Á◊ ∑ȧ‹ËŸ ÁÃÿ ‚ÊœÈ ‚ÿÊŸË – ¬ÁÃŒappleflÃÊ ∑§⁄U◊ ◊Ÿ ’ÊŸËH
⁄U„ÒU ∑§⁄U◊ ’‚ ¬Á⁄U„UÁ⁄U ŸÊ„ÍU – ‚Áøfl NUŒÿ° ÁÃÁ◊ ŒÊL§Ÿ ŒÊ„ÍUH.1H
‹ÙøŸ ‚¡‹ «UËÁ∆ U ÷ß ÕÙ⁄UË – ‚ÈŸß Ÿ üÊflŸ Á’∑§‹ ◊Áà ÷Ù⁄UËH
‚Íπ®„U •œ⁄U ‹ÊÁª ◊°È„ ‹Ê≈UË – Á¡©U Ÿ ¡Êß ©U⁄U •flÁœ ∑§¬Ê≈UËH.2H
Á’’⁄UŸ ÷ÿ© U Ÿ ¡Êß ÁŸ„UÊ⁄UË – ◊Ê⁄appleUÁ‚ ◊Ÿ„È°U Á¬ÃÊ ◊„UÃÊ⁄UËH
„UÊÁŸ ª‹ÊÁŸ Á’¬È‹ ◊Ÿ éÿÊ¬Ë – ¡◊¬È⁄U ¬¢Õ ‚Ùø Á¡Á◊ ¬Ê¬ËH.3H
’øŸÈ Ÿ •Êfl NUŒÿ° ¬Á¿UÃÊ߸ – •flœ ∑§Ê„U ◊Ò¥ Œappleπ’ ¡Ê߸H
⁄UÊ◊ ⁄UÁ„Uà ⁄UÕ ŒappleÁπÁ„U ¡Ù߸ – ‚∑ȧÁøÁ„U ◊ÙÁ„U Á’‹Ù∑§Ã ‚Ù߸H.4H
Cau.: jimi kul∂na tiya sådhu sayån∂, patidevatå karama mana bån∂.
rahai karama basa parihari nåhµu, saciva hædaya° timi dåruna dåhµu.1.
locana sajala Œ∂¢hi bhai thor∂, sunai na ‹ravana bikala mati bhor∂.
sµukhahiÚ adhara lågi mu° ha lå¢∂, jiu na jåi ura avadhi kapå¢∂.2.
bibarana bhayau na jåi nihår∂, måresi manahu° pitå mahatår∂.
håni galåni bipula mana byåp∂, jamapura pa≈tha soca jimi påp∂.3.
bacanu na åva hædaya° pachitå∂, avadha kåha maiÚ dekhaba jå∂.
råma rahita ratha dekhihi jo∂, sakucihi mohi bilokata so∂.4.
The minister felt in his heart agony as terrible as that of a virtuous and discreet
lady of high birth who is devoted to her lord in thought, word and deed and who is
compelled by evil destiny to live apart from her husband. His eyes were full of tears
and lacking in vision, his ears deaf and his mind was agitated and confused. Nay, his
lips were getting dry and his tongue had cleaved to the palate; yet his life-breath did
not depart, the term of exile serving as a door to prevent its departure from his heart.
He had turned pale and repelled the sight as if he had murdered his own father and
mother. Great was the despondency which preyed upon his mind as a result of the
loss he had just suffered; he looked like a sinner mourning while on his way to the
abode of Death. Words failed him and he lamented within himself: ìWhat shall I see on