'Then Bharat to Satrughna showed The spot, and eager onward strode, First bidding Saint Vasishtha bring The widowed consorts of the king, As by fraternal love impelled His onward course the hero held, Sumantra followed close behind Satrughra with an anxious mind:
Not Bharat's self more fain could be To look on Rama's face than he. As, speeding on, the spot he neared, Amid the hermits' homes appeared His brother's cot with leaves o'erspread, And by its side a lowly shed. Before the shed great heaps were left Of gathered flowers and billets cleft, And on the trees hung grass and bark Rama and Lakshman's path to mark:
And heaps of fuel to provide Against the cold stood ready dried. The long-armed chief, as on he went In glory's light preeminent, With joyous words like these addressed The brave Satrughna and the rest: 'This is the place, I little doubt, Which Bharadvája pointed out, Not far from where we stand must be The woodland stream, Mandákini.
Here on the mountain's woody side Roam elephants in tusked pride, And ever with a roar and cry Each other, as they meet, defy. And see those smoke-wreaths thick and dark: The presence of the flame they mark, Which hermits in the forest strive By every art to keep alive.
O happy me! my task is done, And I shall look on Raghu's son, Like some great saint, who loves to treat His elders with all reverence meet.' Thus Bharat reached that forest rill, Thus roamed on Chitrakuta's hill; Then pity in his breast awoke, And to his friends the hero spoke:
'Woe, woe upon my life and birth! The prince of men, the lord of earth Has sought the lonely wood to dwell Sequestered in a hermit's cell. Through me, through me these sorrows fall On him the splendid lord of all: Through me resigning earthly bliss He hides him in a home like this.
Now will I, by the world abhorred, Fall at the dear feet of my lord, And at fair Sitft's too, to win His pardon for my heinous sin.'
As thus he sadly mourned and sighed, The son of Dasaratha spied A bower of leafy branches made, Sacred and lovely in the shade, Of fair proportions large and tall, Well roofed with boughs of palm, and Sál, Arranged in order due o'erhead Like grass upor an altar spread.
Two glorious bows were gleaming there, Like Indra's in the rainy air, Terror of foemen. backed with gold, Meet for the mightiest hand to hold: And quivered arrows cast a blaze Bright gleaming like the Day-God's rays: Thus serpents with their eyes aglow Adorn their capital below.
Great swords adorned the cottage, laid Each in a case of gold brocade; There hung the trusty shields, whereon. With purest gold the bosses shone. The brace to bind the bowman's arm, The glove to shield his hand from harm, A lustre to the cottage lent From many a golden ornament:
Safe was the cot from fear of men As from wild beasts the lion's den. The fire upon the altar burned, That to the north and east was turned. Bharat his eager glances bent And gazed within the cot intent; In deerskin dress, with matted hair, Rama his chief was sitting there:
With liou-shl ulders broad and strong, With lotus eyes, arms thick and long. The righteous sovereign, who should be Lord paramount from sea to sea, High-minded, born to lofty fate, Like Brahma's self supremely great; With Lakshman by his side, and her, Fair Sita, for his minister.
And Bharat gazing, overcome By sorrow for a while was dumb, Then, yielding to his woe, he ran To Kama and with sobs began: 'He who a royal seat should fill With subjects round to do his will, My elder brother,--see him here, With silvan creatures waiting near.
The high-souled hero, wont to wear The costliest robes exceeding fair, Now banished, in a deerskin dress, Here keeps the path of righteousness. How brooks the son of Eaghu now The matted locks which load his brow, Around whose princely head were twined Sweet blossoms of the rarest kind?
The prince whose merits grew, acquired By rites performed as he desired, Would now a store of merit gain Bought by his body's toil and pain. Those limbs to which pure sandal lent The freshness of its fragrant scent, Exposed to sun. and dust, and rain, Are now defiled with many a stain.
And I the wretched cause why this Falls on the prince whose right is bliss! Ah me, that ever I was born To be the people's hate and scorn!'
Thus Bharat cried: of anguish sprung, Great drops upon his forehead hung. He fell o'erpowered-his grief was such- Ere he is brother's feet could touch. As on the glorious prince he gazed In vain his broken voice he raised: 'Dear lord'--through tears and sobbing came, The only words his lips could frame.
And brave Satrughna wept aloud, As low at Ráma's feet he bowed. Then Ráma, while his tears ran fast, His arms around his brothers cast. Guha, Sumantra came to meet The princes in their wild retreat.
