मामनाथां विहायैकां गतस्त्वमसि मानद। शूराय न प्रदातव्या कन्या खलु विपश्चिता
Leaving me alone and helpless, you have gone, O bestower of honor; the wise should never give a maiden to a warrior.
शूरभार्यां हतां पश्य सद्यो मां विधवां कृताम्। अवभग्नश्च मे मानो भग्ना मे शाश्वती गतिः
See me now, the wife of a hero, suddenly made a widow; my honor is shattered, and my eternal path is broken.
अगाधे च निमग्नास्मि विपुले शोकसागरे। अश्मसारमयं नूनमिदं मे हृदयं दृढम्
I am plunged into the vast, unfathomable ocean of grief; surely my heart is made of stone, so hard and unyielding.
भर्तारं निहतं दृष्ट्वा यन्नाद्य शतधा कृतम्। सुहृच्चैव च भर्ता च प्रकृत्या च मम प्रियः
Having seen my husband slain, why has my heart not burst into a hundred pieces today? Both my friend and my husband by nature, dearest to me.
प्रहारे च पराक्रान्तः शूरः पञ्चत्वमागतः। पतिहीना तु या नारी कामं भवतु पुत्रिणी
Struck down in battle, the heroic one has met his end; a woman without her husband, even if she has children, is still called a widow.
धनधान्यसमृद्धापि विधवेत्युच्यते जनैः। स्वगात्रप्रभवे वीर शेषे रुधिरमण्डले
Even if she is rich in wealth and grain, people call her a widow; O hero, you lie in a pool of blood that has sprung from your own body.
कृमिरागपरिस्तोमे स्वकीये शयने यथा। रेणुशोणितसंवीतं गात्रं तव समन्ततः
Like a bed infested with worms and insects, so is your own resting place; your body is covered all over with dust and blood.
परिरब्धुं न शक्नोमि भुजाभ्यां प्लवगर्षभ। कृतकृत्योऽद्य सुग्रीवो वैरेऽस्मिन्नतिदारुणे
I am unable to embrace you with my arms, O bull among monkeys; today Sugrīva has achieved his purpose in this most dreadful feud.
यस्य रामविमुक्तेन हृतमेकेषुणा भयम्। शरेण हृदि लग्नेन गात्रसंस्पर्शने तव
By a single arrow released by Rāma, his fear was taken away; as that arrow pierced your heart and touched your body.
वार्यामि त्वां निरीक्षन्ती त्वयि पञ्चत्वमागते। उद्बबर्ह शरं नीलस्तस्य गात्रगतं तदा
As I gazed upon you, now departed, I tried to hold you back; then Nīla drew out the arrow that had lodged in your body.
गिरिगह्वरसंलीनं दीप्तमाशीविषं यथा। तस्य निष्कृष्यमाणस्य बाणस्यापि बभौ द्युतिः
Like a blazing serpent drawn from a mountain cave, even as the arrow was being pulled out, its radiance shone forth.
अस्तमस्तकसंरुद्धरश्मेर्दिनकरादिव। पेतुः क्षतजधारास्तु व्रणेभ्यस्तस्य सर्वशः
Just as the sun’s rays are blocked at sunset, so streams of blood flowed from all your wounds.
ताम्रगैरिकसम्पृक्ता धारा इव धराधरात्। अवकीर्णं विमार्जन्ती भर्तारं रणरेणुना
Like streams tinged with copper and red ochre flowing from a mountain, I wiped your body, covered with the dust of battle.
अस्रैर्नयनजैः शूरं सिषेचास्त्रसमाहतम्। रुधिरोक्षितसर्वाङ्गं दृष्ट्वा विनिहतं पतिम्
With tears streaming from her eyes, she drenched the valiant one, struck down by weapons, whose whole body was stained with blood, seeing her husband slain.
उवाच तारा पिङ्गाक्षं पुत्रमङ्गदमङ्गना। अवस्थां पश्चिमां पश्य पितुः पुत्र सुदारुणाम्
Tārā spoke to her son Angada, whose eyes were tawny, saying: 'Behold, son, the dreadful final condition of your father.'
अभिवादय राजानं पितरं पुत्र मानदम्। एवमुक्तः समुत्थाय जग्राह चरणौ पितुः
Pay respects to the king, your father, son, who is worthy of honor. Thus addressed, Angada rose and took hold of his father's feet.
भुजाभ्यां पीनवृत्ताभ्यामङ्गदोऽहमिति ब्रुवन्। अभिवादयमानं त्वामङ्गदं त्वं यथा पुरा
Embracing him with his strong, rounded arms, Angada said, 'It is I, Angada.' As you used to, honor Angada now as he pays his respects to you.
दीर्घायुर्भव पुत्रेति किमर्थं नाभिभाषसे। अहं पुत्रसहाया त्वामुपासे गतचेतनम्। सिंहेन पातितं सद्यो गौः सवत्सेव गोवृषम्
'May you live long, my son'—why do you not speak? I, with my son as companion, serve you, though your consciousness has departed, struck down suddenly by a lion as a cow with her calf by a bull.
इष्ट्वा संग्रामयज्ञेन रामप्रहरणाम्भसा। तस्मन्नवभृथे स्नातः कथं पत्न्या मया विना
Having performed the sacrificial battle, with the waters of Rāma's weapons, and bathed in the concluding rite, how can you be without me, your wife?
या दत्ता देवराजेन तव तुष्टेन संयुगे। शातकौम्भीं प्रियां मालां तां ते पश्यामि नेह किम्
The beloved golden garland, given to you by the king of gods, pleased in battle—why do I not see it here on you?
राज्यश्रीर्न जहाति त्वां गतासुमपि मानद। सूर्यस्यावर्तमानस्य शैलराजमिव प्रभा
The glory of kingship does not abandon you, even though your life has departed, O dignified one, like the radiance of the sun upon the mountain king.
न मे वचः पथ्यमिदं त्वया कृतं न चास्मि शक्ता हि निवारणे तव। हता सपुत्रास्मि हतेन संयुगे सह त्वया श्रीर्विजहाति मामपि
My words have not been heeded by you, nor am I able to restrain you. I am slain, with my son, by your death in battle; together with you, prosperity departs from me as well.
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Listen: the twenty-fourth chapter. In the glorious Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, in the Kiṣkindhā section, the twenty-fourth chapter.
तामाशु वेगेन दुरासदेन त्वभिप्लुतां शोकमहार्णवेन। पश्यंस्तदा वाल्यनुजस्तरस्वी भ्रातुर्वधेनाप्रतिमेन तेपे
She, overwhelmed by the irresistible force of the great ocean of grief, was swiftly overtaken; seeing this, Vāli's younger brother, swift of action, was tormented by his brother's unparalleled death.
स बाष्पपूर्णेन मुखेन पश्यन् क्षणेन निर्विण्णमना मनस्वी। जगाम रामस्य शनैः समीपं भृत्यैर्वृतः सम्परिदूयमानः
With a face full of tears, seeing for a moment his mind disheartened, the thoughtful one slowly approached Rāma, surrounded by his attendants, deeply afflicted.
स तं समासाद्य गृहीतचाप- मुदात्तमाशीविषतुल्यबाणम्। यशस्विनं लक्षणलक्षिताङ्ग- मवस्थितं राघवमित्युवाच
He, having reached him, who held a bow and arrows like deadly serpents, whose limbs were marked with signs of greatness, standing there, addressed Rāghava thus.
यथा प्रतिज्ञातमिदं नरेन्द्र कृतं त्वया दृष्टफलं च कर्म। ममाद्य भोगेषु नरेन्द्रसूनो मनो निवृत्तं हतजीवितेन
As promised, O king, you have acted, and the deed has yielded its result. Now, O son of the king, my mind is withdrawn from pleasures, for my life is ended.
अस्यां महिष्यां तु भृशं रुदत्यां पुरेऽतिविक्रोशति दुःखतप्ते। हते नृपे संशयितेऽङ्गदे च न राम राज्ये रमते मनो मे
With this queen, weeping bitterly, loudly lamenting in the city, tormented by grief, with the king slain and Angada in doubt, O Rāma, my mind finds no delight in the kingdom.
क्रोधादमर्षादतिविप्रधर्षाद् भ्रातुर्वधो मेऽनुमतः पुरस्तात्। हते त्विदानीं हरियूथपेऽस्मिन् सुतीक्ष्णमिक्ष्वाकुवर प्रतप्स्ये
Out of anger, intolerance, and excessive outrage, my brother's death was previously permitted by me. Now, with the leader of the monkeys slain, O best of Ikṣvākus, I suffer intensely.
श्रेयोऽद्य मन्ये मम शैलमुख्ये तस्मिन् हि वासश्चिरमृष्यमूके। यथा तथा वर्तयतः स्ववृत्त्या नेमं निहत्य त्रिदिवस्य लाभः
I now think it better to dwell at the mountain's summit, to live long in Ṛṣyamūka, as I may, according to my own nature; for even by killing him, the gain of heaven is not mine.