अहं तु खलु ते वीर्यं प्रसुप्तं प्रतिबोधये। दीप्तैराहुतिभिः काले भस्मच्छन्नमिवानलम्
I will awaken your dormant strength, like kindling a fire covered in ashes with bright offerings at the proper time.
लक्ष्मणस्य हि तद् वाक्यं प्रतिपूज्य हितं शुभम्। राघवः सुहृदं स्निग्धमिदं वचनमब्रवीत्
Honoring Lakṣmaṇa's beneficial and auspicious words, Rāghava spoke these affectionate words to his dear friend.
वाच्यं यदनुरक्तेन स्निग्धेन च हितेन च। सत्यविक्रमयुक्तेन तदुक्तं लक्ष्मण त्वया
What should be spoken by one who is devoted, affectionate, and well-wishing, endowed with truth and valor, has indeed been spoken by you, Lakṣmaṇa.
एष शोकः परित्यक्तः सर्वकार्यावसादकः। विक्रमेष्वप्रतिहतं तेजः प्रोत्साहयाम्यहम्
This sorrow, which undermines all endeavors, is now abandoned; I encourage your undiminished energy in valorous deeds.
शरत्कालं प्रतीक्षिष्ये स्थितोऽस्मि वचने तव। सुग्रीवस्य नदीनां च प्रसादमनुपालयन्
I will wait for the autumn season, as you have advised, and I will seek the favor of Sugrīva and the rivers.
उपकारेण वीरस्तु प्रतिकारेण युज्यते। अकृतज्ञोऽप्रतिकृतो हन्ति सत्त्ववतां मनः
A hero is bound by repayment for help; ingratitude and failure to reciprocate destroy the minds of the noble.
तदेव युक्तं प्रणिधाय लक्ष्मणः कृताञ्जलिस्तत् प्रतिपूज्य भाषितम्। उवाच रामं स्वभिरामदर्शनं प्रदर्शयन् दर्शनमात्मनः शुभम्
Lakṣmaṇa, reflecting on this, with joined palms, honored those words and spoke to Rāma, revealing his own auspicious intent.
यथोक्तमेतत् तव सर्वमीप्सितं नरेन्द्र कर्ता नचिरात् तु वानरः। शरत्प्रतीक्षः क्षमतामिमं भवान् जलप्रपातं रिपुनिग्रहे धृतः
All that you desire will soon be accomplished, O king; the monkey will act as you have said. Await the autumn, endure this rainfall, and be steadfast in subduing the enemy.
नियम्य कोपं परिपाल्यतां शरत् क्षमस्व मासांश्चतुरो मया सह। वसाचलेऽस्मिन् मृगराजसेविते संवर्तयन् शत्रुवधे समर्थः
Restrain your anger, preserve the autumn, endure four months with me; dwell on this mountain, frequented by lions, preparing for the destruction of the enemy.
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Listen now to the twenty-eighth chapter. In the glorious Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, in the Kiṣkindhā Kāṇḍa, the twenty-eighth chapter.
स तदा वालिनं हत्वा सुग्रीवमभिषिच्य च। वसन् माल्यवतः पृष्ठे रामो लक्ष्मणमब्रवीत्
Then, having slain Vāli and installed Sugrīva, Rāma, dwelling on the slope of Mālyavat, spoke to Lakṣmaṇa.
अयं स कालः सम्प्राप्तः समयोऽद्य जलागमः। सम्पश्य त्वं नभो मेघैः संवृतं गिरिसंनिभैः
Now that time has arrived, the season of rains is here today; look, the sky is covered with clouds, massive as mountains.
नवमासधृतं गर्भं भास्करस्य गभस्तिभिः। पीत्वा रसं समुद्राणां द्यौः प्रसूते रसायनम्
The sky, having borne the sun’s rays like a pregnancy for nine months, now, having drunk the essence of the oceans, gives birth to the elixir of rain.
शक्यमम्बरमारुह्य मेघसोपानपंक्तिभिः। कुटजार्जुनमालाभिरलंकर्तुं दिवाकरः
The sun could ascend the sky, adorned with rows of cloud-steps, and deck itself with garlands of kuṭaja and arjuna flowers.
संध्यारागोत्थितैस्ताम्रैरन्तेष्वपि च पाण्डुभिः। स्निग्धैरभ्रपटच्छेदैर्बद्धव्रणमिवाम्बरम्
With red and pale streaks at the edges, born from the glow of twilight, and glossy rents in the cloud-veil, the sky appears as if bandaged with wounds.
मन्दमारुतिनिःश्वासं संध्याचन्दनरञ्जितम्। आपाण्डुजलदं भाति कामातुरमिवाम्बरम्
The sky, faintly exhaling with gentle breezes, tinged with the sandalwood hue of dusk, and pale with clouds, shines like a lovesick soul.
एषा घर्मपरिक्लिष्टा नववारिपरिप्लुता। सीतेव शोकसंतप्ता मही बाष्पं विमुञ्चति
This earth, scorched by the heat and now drenched with fresh water, seems to weep like a woman tormented by sorrow.
मेघोदरविनिर्मुक्ताः कर्पूरदलशीतलाः। शक्यमञ्जलिभिः पातुं वाताः केतकगन्धिनः
The winds, released from the bellies of clouds, cool as camphor petals, and fragrant with ketaka, could be drunk with cupped hands.
एष फुल्लार्जुनः शैलः केतकैरभिवासितः। सुग्रीव इव शान्तारिर्धाराभिरभिषिच्यते
See this mountain, its arjuna trees in full bloom, perfumed by ketaka, being anointed by streams, like Sugriva, pacified and crowned.
मेघकृष्णाजिनधरा धारायज्ञोपवीतिनः। मारुतापूरितगुहाः प्राधीता इव पर्वताः
The mountains, draped in black cloud-skins and garlanded with streams like sacred threads, their caves filled with wind, seem like priests reciting Vedic hymns.
कशाभिरिव हैमीभिर्विद्युद्भिरभिताडितम्। अन्तःस्तनितनिर्घोषं सवेदनमिवाम्बरम्
The sky, struck by golden flashes of lightning like whips, and echoing with the thunder within, seems to tremble in pain.
नीलमेघाश्रिता विद्युत् स्फुरन्ती प्रतिभाति मे। स्फुरन्ती रावणस्याङ्के वैदेहीव तपस्विनी
The lightning, flashing upon dark clouds, appears to me like Sita, the ascetic, trembling in Ravana’s lap.
इमास्ता मन्मथवतां हिताः प्रतिहता दिशः। अनुलिप्ता इव घनैर्नष्टग्रहनिशाकराः
These directions, once dear to lovers, are now blocked, as if smeared with clouds, their moon and stars lost.
क्वचिद् बाष्पाभिसंरुद्धान् वर्षागमसमुत्सुकान्। कुटजान् पश्य सौमित्रे पुष्पितान् गिरिसानुषु। मम शोकाभिभूतस्य कामसंदीपनान् स्थितान्
See, Saumitri, on the mountain slopes, the kuṭaja trees in bloom—some, choked by tears and longing for the rains, stand as if kindling my own grief and desire.
रजः प्रशान्तं सहिमोऽद्य वायु- र्निदाघदोषप्रसराः प्रशान्ताः। स्थिता हि यात्रा वसुधाधिपानां प्रवासिनो यान्ति नराः स्वदेशान्
Today the dust has settled, the wind is gentle, the oppressive heat has abated; the journeys of kings are halted, and travelers return to their homelands.
सम्प्रस्थिता मानसवासलुब्धाः प्रियान्विताः सम्प्रति चक्रवाकाः। अभीक्ष्णवर्षोदकविक्षतेषु यानानि मार्गेषु न सम्पतन्ति
Now, the chakravaka birds, eager to return to their lake homes and joined with their mates, have set out; on roads washed by frequent rains, carriages do not travel.
क्वचित् प्रकाशं क्वचिदप्रकाशं नभः प्रकीर्णाम्बुधरं विभाति। क्वचित् क्वचित् पर्वतसंनिरुद्धं रूपं यथा शान्तमहार्णवस्य
The sky, scattered with clouds, appears bright in some places, dark in others; sometimes blocked by mountains, it resembles the calm surface of a great ocean.
व्यामिश्रितं सर्जकदम्बपुष्पै- र्नवं जलं पर्वतधातुताम्रम्। मयूरकेकाभिरनुप्रयातं शैलापगाः शीघ्रतरं वहन्ति
The mountain streams, mingled with sarja and kadamba blossoms and tinged red by minerals, swiftly flow, accompanied by the cries of peacocks.
रसाकुलं षट्पदसंनिकाशं प्रभुज्यते जम्बुफलं प्रकामम्। अनेकवर्णं पवनावधूतं भूमौ पतत्याम्रफलं विपक्वम्
The ripe jambu fruit, rich in juice and swarming with bees, is eagerly enjoyed; the wind-shaken, many-colored, fully ripened mangoes fall to the ground.
विद्युत्पताकाः सबलाकमालाः शैलेन्द्रकूटाकृतिसंनिकाशाः। गर्जन्ति मेघाः समुदीर्णनादा मत्ता गजेन्द्रा इव संयुगस्थाः
Clouds, adorned with lightning banners and garlands of cranes, resembling the peaks of great mountains, roar with resounding thunder like intoxicated elephants standing ready for battle.