महावीरचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - वीररस-प्रधान रामकथा नाटक सम्पूर्ण ७ अङ्क सटीक)

iii. 28²—] Bhavabhūti — Uttara-Rāma-Charita [52 Sītā—Friend Vāsantī! 'Tis thou that art terrible—that art cruel, in that thou dost thus fan [his] flames.¹ Tamasā—It is thy love [for thy Lord] that thus speaks—[thy love] and thy grief. Rāma—Dear friend! What [else] could any one think about it? She whose eyes were tremulous like those of a fawn, just a year old, [when it is] taken with fright, [and who was] languid with the quick and throbbing burden in her womb—her dear creeper- like form, [a form that was] as if the very quintessence (mayī) of moon-beams and [delicate] like a soft and lovely lotus—[her form] the flesh-eating Monsters must certainly have swallowed up. 29 Sītā—I am still alive, dear my Lord, still alive! Rāma—Alas, dearest! Thou daughter of Janaka, where art thou?² Sītā—Alas, alas, that even my noble Lord, in the fullness of his heart, should cry aloud! Tamasā—This, my child, is nothing but proper. Those in grief must [at times] give vent to their grief: For— When put to a strain by the flood, for a tank, an overflow is the [only] remedy; so, when agitated by grief, the heart only through laments is restrained-from-breaking (avadhāryate). 30 And especially for [our] dear Rāma this world of life has been full of unusually great and manifold troubles: This entire world he has to protect assiduously and in [strict] conformity with the law; [then there is] this sorrow for his beloved, which withers, like heat, the flower of his life; having himself brought about [his wife's] abandonment, what relief there is in lamentations, even that is not easy for him: still he continues to draw his breath [in this world]—is not weeping then a real gain? 31 Rāma—Oh, these torments! My heart with its intense tumults [of grief] is near to bursting, but it [will] not break in twain; this shattered frame succumbs [again and again] to a swoon, but it [will] not part with con- sciousness; an inward anguish burns my body, but [will] not consume it to ashes: Fate strikes me down and pierces my vitals, but [will] not cut this life away! 32 Sītā—So it is [even with me]! Rāma—Ye my worthy citizens and subjects! ¹ Dost increase his sorrow. ² See page 47, note 2, above.