Quotes from V?lm?ki

Misfortune is the best fortune. Rejection by all is victory.

In all this world, I pray thee, who Is virtuous, heroic, true?

Be gracious, Master, and allow The worlds to rest from trouble now;

Ah! Warriors' strength is poor and slight; A Bráhman's power is truly might. This Bráhman staff the hermit held The fury of my darts has quelled.

Gainst him, a mighty warrior too. Strong, as a soldier born and bred,— Great, as a king whom regions dread. See! what a host the conqueror leads, With elephants, and cars, and steeds. O'er countless bands his pennons fly; So is he mightier far than I.

Veda means originally knowing or knowledge, and this name is given

Then lest the people should repeat Their visit to his calm retreat, Away from Chitrakúá¹­a's hill Fared Ráma ever onward

Válmíki,(2)bird of charming song,(3)   Who mounts on Poesy's sublimest spray, And sweetly sings with accent clear and strong   Ráma, aye Ráma, in his deathless lay. Where breathes the man can listen to the strain   That flows in music from Válmíki's tongue, Nor feel his feet the path of bliss attain   When Ráma's glory by the saint is sung!

Then spoke at length the warder maid, With hands upraised and sore afraid: "My Lord and King, the queen has sought The mourner's cell with rage distraught.

imperial mark, His skin is soft and lustrous dark. Large are his eyes that sweetly shine With majesty almost divine. His plighted word he ne'er forgets; On erring sense a watch he sets.

came, Known to the world by Ráma's name: With soul subdued, a chief of might, In Scripture versed, in glory bright

Fierce as the world-destroying fire;

fair proportion set: The manliest form

trained in arts and versed in law; High-souled

Then Raghu's son, as if in sport, Before the thousands of the court, The weapon by the middle raised That all the crowd in wonder gazed.

Whose lore in words of wisdom flows. Whose constant care and chief delight Were Scripture and ascetic rite, The good Válmíki

desert place! Here let us all for death prepare, Or on the last great journey fare;320 Of Ráma our dear lord bereft, What profit in our lives is left? Huge trunks of trees around us lie, With roots and branches sere and dry, Come let us set these logs on fire And throw our bodies on the pyre.

Nos alegramos cuando vemos al sol alzarse cada mañana y cuando se pone durante la tarde, sin comprender que con él se van también nuestras vidas.

Their way, so cool with verdant shade. Then Sítá viewed that best of trees, And

When from afar they saw the son Of Saint Vibhá?dak toward

Verlaß mich, Bruder. Ich will schlafen, hingestreckt am Busen der Tiefe. Denn die kalte Welle mag mir Frieden bringen und das Feuer der Leidenschaft bitten zu verlöschen.

59. Saccharum Munja is a plant from whose fibres is twisted the sacred string which a Bráhman wears over one shoulder after he has been initiated by a rite which in some respects answers to confirmation. 60. A description of an AÅ›vamedha or

bowed, and said; "Recite ye this heroic song In tranquil shades where

Then as each daughter left her bower King Janak gave a splendid dower, Rugs, precious silks, a warrior force, Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse, Divine to see