Quotes from V?lm?ki

Nahush begot Yayáti: he, Nábhág of happy destiny. Son of Nábhág was Aja: his, The glorious DaÅ›aratha is, Whose noble children boast to be Ráma and Lakshma?, whom we see.

A fickle thing is youth's

One who moderates the senses, also the God of the regions of the dead.

Whose constant care and chief delight Were Scripture and ascetic rite

Yea, O my lord,"the monarch said, And took the vase upon his head, The gift of Gods, of fine gold wrought, With store of heavenly liquor fraught. He honoured, filled with transport new, That wondrous being, fair to

Battle. Canto XXVI. Dúshan's Death. Canto XXVII. The Death

Hail, arch-ascetic, pious, good, and kind! Hail, Saint Válmíki, lord of every lore! Hail, holy Hermit, calm and pure of mind! Hail, First of Bards, Válmíki, hail once more!

Who loves his people's good to see? The store of bliss, the living mine Where brightest joys

girls their mothers' nature share. So be not thou. For pity's sake Accept the word the monarch spake. Thy husband's will, O Queen, obey, And be the people's hope and stay, O, do not, urged by folly, draw The king to tread on duty's law.

with ever new delight The nectar-sea of deeds by Ráma done. Hail, arch-ascetic, pious

A bridge was thrown by Nala o'er The narrow sea from shore to shore.39 They crossed to Lanká's golden town, Where Ráma's hand smote

Praise to Válmíki,2bird of charming song,3 Who mounts

Míthilá. 50. "I congratulate myself,"says Schlegel in the preface to his, alas, unfinished edition of the Rámáyan,"that

Over his brother's wide domain. To meet her husband Sítá came; But Ráma, stung with ire and shame, With bitter words his

may still be traced in the present Ajudhyá near Fyzabad. Ajudhyá is the Jerusalem

Rámáya?. The

Bounteous, and holy, just, and wise, Alone most fair to all men's eyes? Devoid of envy, firm, and sage

O Raghava, be outwardly active but inwardly inactive, outwardly a doer but inwardly a non-doer, and thus play your part in the world.

note. 285. The Sea. 286. The Moon. 287. The comparison may to a European reader seem a homely one. But Spenser likens an infuriate woman to a cow"That is berobbed

Who flesh and roots and berries eat; A hundred fishers man each boat Of the five hundred here afloat

Praise to Válmíki,2bird 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.

Then lest the people should repeat Their visit to his calm retreat, Away from Chitrakúá¹­a's hill Fared Ráma ever onward till [pg 005] Beneath the shady trees he stood Of Da??aká's primeval wood, Virádha, giant fiend, he slew, And then Agastya's friendship knew. Counselled by him he gained the sword And bow of Indra, heavenly lord: A pair of quivers too, that bore Of arrows an exhaustless store.

The trembling hermits sought his aid, And bade him with his sword and bow Destroy the fiends who worked them woe: To come like Indra strong and brave

Association with the wise, abandonment of latent impressions, self-enquiry, control of breathing — these are the means of conquering the mind.