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

53] Act III, The Shadow — Translation [—iii. 37³ When I indeed knew (kila) that you did not wish my Queen to stay in the house, her, like mere chaff, in that void wilderness, I abandoned, and not even so much as mourned! [But] these scenes long familiar [unto me]—[they] have to-day set my heart melting, so that in sheer helplessness—forgive me [my people]— I am here—weeping! 33 Tamasā—Deep is the roar of this ocean of grief. Vāsantī—My Lord! As matters that have been, it behoves you to endure [them] with courage. Rāma—What is it you say, friend!—courage? Since when this world was deprived of its Queen, this is the twelfth year: Even her very name seems to have vanished quite: and yet Rāma has not ceased to be! 34 Sītā—These words of my noble Lord—by them I am beguiled [into forget- fulness of my own grief]. Tamasā—And no wonder, my child! These words, brimful of affection [but withal] terrible by reason of grief—it is not an unmixed pleasure (priyatama) that they bring thee: they are streams of honey and poison a-dripping upon thee. 35 Rāma—And [furthermore,] Vāsantī, have I not indeed— [This dart that] like a glowing spear-head driven deep and athwart, or like a fang of venom—this pointed dart of grief [that rankles] within my heart [and] tears my vitals to pieces: [have I not then patiently] endured it? 36 Sītā—Such is my hard lot that I am once more¹ a cause of trouble to my noble Lord. Rāma—Although, therefore, [by an extreme effort] I have firmly restrained my mind, still to-day the sight of these various familiar scenes has thus overpowered me. For— To stem the swelling commotions of this wild and tumultuous heart, every single effort that I somehow bring to bear upon it— all those [efforts], one after another, some mysterious impulse within breaks forcibly through, and gains ground for itself (prasarati), as would a torrent of water a dam of sand—[a torrent when] unchecked in its course. 37 Sītā—This my noble Lord's outburst of grief [that is] growing (ārambha) more and more alarmingly irresistible, it has revived the [smouldering] grief of my own heart and makes it tremble [in agitation]. ¹ The earlier occasion was when she was    fight and win her back.    abducted by Rāvaṇa, and Rāma had to