पश्य रूपाणि सौमित्रे वनानां पुष्पशालिनाम्। सृजतां पुष्पवर्षाणि वर्षं तोयमुचामिव
See, O Saumitri, the forms of these flower-laden forests, as they pour down showers of blossoms like clouds releasing rain.
प्रस्तरेषु च रम्येषु विविधाः काननद्रुमाः। वायुवेगप्रचलिताः पुष्पैरवकिरन्ति गाम्
On these lovely plateaus, various forest trees, stirred by the force of the wind, scatter their flowers upon the earth.
पतितैः पतमानैश्च पादपस्थैश्च मारुतः। कुसुमैः पश्य सौमित्रे क्रीडतीव समन्ततः
See, O Saumitri, how the wind seems to play everywhere with flowers that have fallen, are falling, or remain on the trees.
विक्षिपन् विविधाः शाखां नगानां कुसुमोत्कटाः। मारुतश्चलितस्थानैः षट्पदैरनुगीयते
Shaking the many blossoming branches of the trees, the wind is accompanied by bees humming as they move among the swaying flowers.
मत्तकोकिलसंनादैर्नर्तयन्निव पादपान्। शैलकंदर निष्क्रान्तः प्रगीत इव चानिलः
With the resonant calls of intoxicated cuckoos, the wind seems to make the trees dance, emerging from the mountain caves as if singing.
तेन विक्षिपतात्यर्थं पवनेन समन्ततः। अमी संसक्तशाखाग्रा ग्रथिता इव पादपाः
As the wind shakes them intensely on all sides, these trees, their branch-tips entwined, appear as if they are woven together.
स एव सुखसंस्पर्शो वाति चन्दनशीतलः। गन्धमभ्यवहन् पुण्यं श्रमापनयनोऽनिलः
This same wind, cool as sandalwood and pleasant to the touch, carries a sacred fragrance and relieves fatigue.
अमी पवनविक्षिप्ता विनदन्तीव पादपाः। षट्पदैरनुकूजद्भिर्वनेषु मधुगन्धिषु
These trees, shaken by the wind, seem to cry out, as bees hum in harmony within the honey-scented forests.
गिरिप्रस्थेषु रम्येषु पुष्पवद्भिर्मनोरमैः। संसक्तशिखराः शैला विराजन्ति महाद्रुमैः
On the beautiful mountain slopes, adorned with delightful blossoms, the peaks, entwined with great trees, stand out splendidly.
पुष्पसंछन्नशिखरा मारुतोत्क्षेपचञ्चलाः। अमी मधुकरोत्तंसाः प्रगीता इव पादपाः
These trees, their crowns covered with flowers and swaying in the wind, adorned with bees as ornaments, seem to be sung about.
सुपुष्पितांस्तु पश्यैतान् कर्णिकारान् समन्ततः। हाटकप्रतिसंछन्नान् नरान् पीताम्बरानिव
See all these fully blossomed karṇikāra trees everywhere, shining like men clad in yellow garments, covered with gold.
अयं वसन्तः सौमित्रे नानाविहगनादितः। सीतया विप्रहीणस्य शोकसंदीपनो मम
This spring, O Saumitri, resounding with the calls of many birds, only intensifies my grief, deprived as I am of Sita.
मां हि शोकसमाक्रान्तं संतापयति मन्मथः। हृष्टं प्रवदमानश्च समाह्वयति कोकिलः
For desire torments me, overwhelmed as I am by sorrow, and the joyful cuckoo, singing, calls to me.
एष दात्यूहको हृष्टो रम्ये मां वननिर्झरे। प्रणदन्मन्मथाविष्टं शोचयिष्यति लक्ष्मण
This joyful cuckoo, Lakshmana, will cry out in this lovely forest stream, and, seized by love, will make me grieve.
श्रुत्वैतस्य पुरा शब्दमाश्रमस्था मम प्रिया। मामाहूय प्रमुदिताः परमं प्रत्यनन्दत
Once, hearing its call while she was at the hermitage, my beloved happily called me and was deeply delighted.
एवं विचित्राः पतगा नानारावविराविणः। वृक्षगुल्मलताः पश्य सम्पतन्ति समन्ततः
See, all around, the trees, bushes, and vines are filled with many kinds of birds, each singing their varied songs.
विमिश्रा विहगाः पुंभिरात्मव्यूहाभिनन्दिताः। भृङ्गराजप्रमुदिताः सौमित्रे मधुरस्वराः
The birds, mingling with their mates, are rejoicing in their own flocks, O Saumitri, and the king of bees is delighted, their voices sweet.
अस्याः कूले प्रमुदिताः सङ्घशः शकुनास्त्विह। दात्यूहरतिविक्रन्दैः पुंस्कोकिलरुतैरपि
On this riverbank, flocks of birds are joyful, with the loud calls of cuckoos and the songs of male kokilas.
स्वनन्ति पादपाश्चेमे ममानङ्गप्रदीपकाः। अशोकस्तबकाङ्गारः षट्पदस्वननिःस्वनः
These trees, which kindle the fire of love in me, resound—the ashoka’s clusters glow like embers, and the hum of bees fills the air.
मां हि पल्लवताम्रार्चिर्वसन्ताग्निः प्रधक्ष्यति। नहि तां सूक्ष्मपक्ष्माक्षीं सुकेशीं मृदुभाषिणीम्
The fire of spring, with its red-tipped new leaves, will surely burn me, for I do not see her—she of delicate lashes, lovely hair, and gentle speech.
अपश्यतो मे सौमित्रे जीवितेऽस्ति प्रयोजनम्। अयं हि रुचिरस्तस्याः कालो रुचिरकाननः
Without seeing her, Saumitri, I have no purpose in life; this season, so beautiful and bright, was meant for her.
कोकिलाकुलसीमान्तो दयिताया ममानघ। मन्मथायाससम्भूतो वसन्तगुणवर्धितः
The forest, filled with the cries of kokilas, is adorned for my beloved, O faultless one; the qualities of spring, born of love’s longing, are increasing.
अयं मां धक्ष्यति क्षिप्रं शोकाग्निर्नचिरादिव। अपश्यतस्तां वनितां पश्यतो रुचिरान् द्रुमान्
This fire of grief will soon consume me, as I gaze on these lovely trees but do not see that woman.
ममायमात्मप्रभवो भूयस्त्वमुपयास्यति। अदृश्यमाना वैदेही शोकं वर्धयतीह मे
This sorrow, arising from within me, will only grow; Vaidehī, unseen, increases my pain here.
दृश्यमानो वसन्तश्च स्वेदसंसर्गदूषकः। मां हि सा मृगशावाक्षी चिन्ताशोकबलात्कृतम्
Spring, though visible, is tainted by sweat and longing; that doe-eyed one, by force of worry and grief, torments me.
संतापयति सौमित्रे क्रूरश्चैत्रवनानिलः। अमी मयूराः शोभन्ते प्रनृत्यन्तस्ततस्ततः
The cruel wind of the Chaitra forest torments me, Saumitri; see how the peacocks shine, dancing here and there.
स्वैः पक्षैः पवनोद्धूतैर्गवाक्षैः स्फाटिकैरिव। शिखिनीभिः परिवृतास्त एते मदमूर्च्छिताः
With their wings stirred by the wind, like crystal windows, these peacocks, surrounded by peahens, are overcome with passion.
मन्मथाभिपरीतस्य मम मन्मथवर्धनाः। पश्य लक्ष्मण नृत्यन्तं मयूरमुपनृत्यति
For me, overwhelmed by love, these sights only increase my longing; see, Lakshmana, as the peacock dances, the peahen dances beside him.
शिखिनी मन्मथार्तैषा भर्तारं गिरिसानुनि। तामेव मनसा रामां मयूरोऽप्यनुधावति
This peahen, afflicted by love, follows her mate on the mountain slope; likewise, the peacock pursues his beloved with his heart.
वितत्य रुचिरौ पक्षौ रुतैरुपहसन्निव। मयूरस्य वने नूनं रक्षसा न हृता प्रिया
Spreading his beautiful wings, as if mocking with his cries, the peacock’s beloved has surely not been taken by a demon in this forest.