वञ्चयित्वा वने रामं मृगरूपेण मायया। स मार्गमाणस्तां देवीं रामः सीतामनिन्दिताम्
Deceiving Rama in the forest by taking the form of a deer through magic, Ravana abducted you while Rama was searching for you, O faultless Sita.
आससाद वने मित्रं सुग्रीवं नाम वानरम्। ततः स वालिनं हत्वा रामः परपुरंजयः
In the forest, he met a friend named Sugriva, a monkey; then Rama, the conqueror of enemy cities, killed Vali.
आयच्छत् कपिराज्यं तु सुग्रीवाय महात्मने। सुग्रीवेणाभिसंदिष्टा हरयः कामरूपिणः
He restored the kingdom of the monkeys to the great-souled Sugriva; and by Sugriva’s command, monkeys with the power to assume any form—
दिक्षु सर्वासु तां देवीं विचिन्वन्तः सहस्रशः। अहं सम्पातिवचनाच्छतयोजनमायतम्
Searched for that goddess in all directions by the thousands; and I, following Sampati’s words, crossed the ocean a hundred yojanas wide.
तस्या हेतोर्विशालाक्ष्याः समुद्रं वेगवान् प्लुतः। यथारूपां यथावर्णां यथालक्ष्मवतीं च ताम्
For the sake of that wide-eyed lady, I swiftly crossed the sea; and I saw her just as she was described, in form, color, and beauty.
अश्रौषं राघवस्याहं सेयमासादिता मया। विररामैवमुक्त्वा स वाचं वानरपुंगवः
I heard from Rama himself that she was found by me; having spoken thus, the foremost of monkeys fell silent.
जानकी चापि तच्छ्रुत्वा विस्मयं परमं गता। ततः सा वक्रकेशान्ता सुकेशी केशसंवृतम्। उन्नम्य वदनं भीरुः शिंशपामन्ववैक्षत
And Janaki, upon hearing this, was filled with the utmost wonder; then, with her hair ending in curls, her beautiful hair covering her, the fearful one raised her face and looked toward the shimshapa tree.
निशम्य सीता वचनं कपेश्च दिशश्च सर्वाः प्रदिशश्च वीक्ष्य। स्वयं प्रहर्षं परमं जगाम सर्वात्मना राममनुस्मरन्ती
Hearing the monkey’s words, and looking in every direction and quarter, Sita herself felt the highest joy, remembering Rama with all her heart.
सा तिर्यगूर्ध्वं च तथा ह्यधस्ता- न्निरीक्षमाणा तमचिन्त्यबुद्धिम्। ददर्श पिंगाधिपतेरमात्यं वातात्मजं सूर्यमिवोदयस्थम्
She, looking sideways, upward, and downward, beheld that minister of the tawny monkey king, the wind-god’s son, like the sun rising in the sky, whose mind is unfathomable.
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Hear now the thirty-second sarga (chapter) in the glorious Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, Sundara Kāṇḍa.
ततः शाखान्तरे लीनं दृष्ट्वा चलितमानसा। वेष्टितार्जुनवस्त्रं तं विद्युत्संघातपिंगलम्
Then, seeing him hidden among the branches, her mind was disturbed; he was wrapped in white bark garments, tawny like a mass of lightning.
सा ददर्श कपिं तत्र प्रश्रितं प्रियवादिनम्। फुल्लाशोकोत्कराभासं तप्तचामीकरेक्षणम्
There she saw the monkey, humble and speaking kindly, shining like a cluster of blossoming ashoka flowers, with eyes like molten gold.
साथ दृष्ट्वा हरिश्रेष्ठं विनीतवदवस्थितम्। मैथिली चिन्तयामास विस्मयं परमं गता
Then, seeing the best of monkeys standing there respectfully, Maithili was filled with the utmost wonder and began to ponder.
अहो भीममिदं सत्त्वं वानरस्य दुरासदम्। दुर्निरीक्ष्यमिदं मत्वा पुनरेव मुमोह सा
Ah, this monkey’s nature is fearsome, impossible to approach; thinking it impossible even to look at, she again fell into confusion.
विललाप भृशं सीता करुणं भयमोहिता। राम रामेति दुःखार्ता लक्ष्मणेति च भामिनी
Greatly distressed, Sita lamented pitifully, overcome by fear and confusion, crying out in her sorrow, ‘Rama!’, and also, ‘Lakshmana!’
रुरोद सहसा सीता मन्दमन्दस्वरा सती। साथ दृष्ट्वा हरिवरं विनीतवदुपागतम्। मैथिली चिन्तयामास स्वप्नोऽयमिति भामिनी
Suddenly Sita wept, her voice soft and low; then, seeing the best of monkeys approach respectfully, Maithili thought, ‘This must be a dream.’
सा वीक्षमाणा पृथुभुग्नवक्त्रं शाखामृगेन्द्रस्य यथोक्तकारम्। ददर्श पिंगप्रवरं महार्हं वातात्मजं बुद्धिमतां वरिष्ठम्
She, gazing at the broad-jawed face of the king of monkeys, as described, saw the foremost tawny monkey, most precious, the wind-god’s son, best among the wise.
सा तं समीक्ष्यैव भृशं विपन्ना गतासुकल्पेव बभूव सीता। चिरेण संज्ञां प्रतिलभ्य चैवं विचिन्तयामास विशालनेत्रा
Seeing him, Sita was deeply shaken, as if her life had left her; after a long time regaining her senses, the wide-eyed lady began to reflect.
स्वप्नो मयायं विकृतोऽद्य दृष्टः शाखामृगः शास्त्रगणैर्निषिद्धः। स्वस्त्यस्तु रामाय सलक्ष्मणाय तथा पितुर्मे जनकस्य राज्ञः
Today I have seen this strange monkey in a dream, which is forbidden by the treatises on dreams; may Rama, with Lakshmana, be safe, and so too my father, King Janaka.
स्वप्नो हि नायं नहि मेऽस्ति निद्रा शोकेन दुःखेन च पीडितायाः। सुखं हि मे नास्ति यतो विहीना तेनेन्दुपूर्णप्रतिमाननेन
This is not a dream, for I have no sleep—afflicted as I am by grief and sorrow. I have no happiness, ever since I was separated from him whose face is like the full moon.
रामेति रामेति सदैव बुद्ध्या विचिन्त्य वाचा ब्रुवती तमेव। तस्यानुरूपं च कथां तदर्था- मेवं प्रपश्यामि तथा शृणोमि
Always, in thought and in speech, I utter only 'Rāma, Rāma,' and I reflect on him alone. I see and hear only those things that relate to him.
अहं हि तस्याद्य मनोभवेन सम्पीडिता तद्गतसर्वभावा। विचिन्तयन्ती सततं तमेव तथैव पश्यामि तथा शृणोमि
Indeed, today I am tormented by love for him, my whole being absorbed in him. Constantly I think only of him, and thus I see and hear only him.
मनोरथः स्यादिति चिन्तयामि तथापि बुद्ध्यापि वितर्कयामि। किं कारणं तस्य हि नास्ति रूपं सुव्यक्तरूपश्च वदत्ययं माम्
I wonder, 'Could this be a wish fulfilled?' Yet I reason and question with my mind: What is the cause, for his form is not here—yet this one before me speaks to me with his clear appearance.
नमोऽस्तु वाचस्पतये सवज्रिणे स्वयम्भुवे चैव हुताशनाय। अनेन चोक्तं यदिदं ममाग्रतो वनौकसा तच्च तथास्तु नान्यथा
Homage to Vācaspati, the lord of speech, to the wielder of the thunderbolt, to the self-born, and to the fire-god! May what has been spoken here before me by this forest-dweller come to pass—let it not be otherwise.
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Let the thirty-third chapter be heard in the glorious Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, in the Sundara Kāṇḍa, the thirty-third chapter.
सोऽवतीर्य द्रुमात् तस्माद् विद्रुमप्रतिमाननः। विनीतवेषः कृपणः प्रणिपत्योपसृत्य च
Then, descending from that tree, his face radiant like coral, humble in appearance and sorrowful, he approached and bowed down.
तामब्रवीन्महातेजा हनूमान् मारुतात्मजः। शिरस्यञ्जलिमाधाय सीतां मधुरया गिरा
Hanumān, the mighty son of the wind-god, with hands joined in reverence upon his head, spoke to Sītā in sweet words.
का नु पद्मपलाशाक्षि क्लिष्टकौशेयवासिनि। द्रुमस्य शाखामालम्ब्य तिष्ठसि त्वमनिन्दिते
O faultless one, who are you, with eyes like lotus petals, clad in soiled silk, standing on the branch of this tree?
किमर्थं तव नेत्राभ्यां वारि स्रवति शोकजम्। पुण्डरीकपलाशाभ्यां विप्रकीर्णमिवोदकम्
Why do tears born of sorrow flow from your eyes, like water scattered from lotus and palāśa leaves?
सुराणामसुराणां च नागगन्धर्वरक्षसाम्। यक्षाणां किंनराणां च का त्वं भवसि शोभने
Among the gods, asuras, nāgas, gandharvas, rākṣasas, yakṣas, and kinnaras—who are you, O beautiful one?