Soon as the fiend had set her down Within his home in Lanká's town Triumph and joy filled Indra's breast, Whom thus the Eternal Sire addressed:
'This deed will free the worlds from woe And cause the giants' overthrow. The fiend has borne to Lanká's isle The body of the * smile, True consort * to happy fate W * and dedicate She looks and longs for Ráma's face, But sees a crowd of demon race, And guarded by the giant's train Pines for her lord and weeps in vain, But Lanká founded on a steep Is girdled by the mighty deep, And how will Ráma know his fair And blameless wife is prisoned there?
She on her woe will sadly brood And pine away in solitude, And heedless of herself, will cease To live, despairing of release. Yes, pondering on her fate, I see Her gentle life in jeopardy. Go, Indra, swiftly seek the place, And look upon her lovely face.
Within the city make thy way: Let heavenly food her spirit stay.'
Thus Brahma, spake: and He who slew The cruel demon Páka, flew Where Lanká's royal city lay, And Sleep went with him on his way. 'Sleep,' cried the heavenly Monarch, 'close Each giant's eye in deep repose.'
Thus Indra spoke, and Sleep fulfilled With joy his mandate, as he willed, To aid the plan the Gods proposed, The demons' eyes in sleep she closed. Then Sachi's lord, the Thousand-eyed, To the Asoka garden hied. He came and stood where Sitá lay, And gently thus began to say:
'Lord of the Gods who hold the sky, Dame of the lovely smile, am I. Weep no more, lady, weep no more; Thy days of woe will soon be o'er. I come, O Janak's child, to be The helper of thy lord and thee. He through my grace, with hosts to aid, This sea-girt land will soon invade.
'Tis by my art that slumbers close The eyelids of thy giant foes. Now I, with Sleep, this place have sought, Videhau lady, and have brought A gift of heaven's ambrosial food To stay thee in thy solitude. Receive it from my hand, and taste, O lady of the dainty waist:
For countless ages thou shall be From pangs of thirst and hunger free.'
But doubt within her bosom woke As to the Lord of Gods she spoke: 'How may I know for truth that thou Whose form I see before me now Art verily the King adored By heavenly Gods, and S'achi's lord? With Rhagu's sons I learnt to know The certain signs which Godhead show.
These marks before mine eyes display If o'er the Gods thou bear the sway.'
The heavenly lord of S'achi heard. And did according to her word, Above the ground his feet were raised; With eyelids motionless he gazed. No dust upon his raiment lay, And his bright wreath was fresh and gay. Nor was the lady's glad heart slow The Monarch of the Gods to know.
And while the tears unceasing ran From her sweet eyes she thus began: 'My lord has gained a friend in thee, And I this day thy presence see Shown clearly to mine eyes, as when Ráma and Lakshman, lords of men. Beheld it, and their sire the king, And Janak too from whom I spring.
Now I, O Monarch of the Blest, Will eat this food at thy behest, Which thou hast brought me, of thy grace, To aid and strengthen Raghu's race.'
She spoke, and by his words relieved, The food from Indra's hand received, Yet ere she ate the balm he brought. On Lakshman and her lord she thought. 'If my brave lord be still alive, If valiant Lakshman yet survive, May this my taste of heavenly food Bring health to them and bliss renewed!'
