उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)
Uttararamacharitam of Bhavabhuti with Hindi Commentary
महाकवि भवभूति / पं. रामचन्द्र मिश्र द्वारा
पृष्ठ 363, कुल 439 में से
संदर्भ में पढ़ेंoutskirts! Moreover (Verse 27) (Here) while we talked at random something indescribable in a soft whisper on account of our great love, our cheeks being laid closely together and one arm of each locked up in a close embrace, the night itself passed away, its hours flying away unnoticed. Lakshmana—Here is Surpanakha in Panchavati. Sita—Alas my lord, this is the last time I see you. Rama—You that are afraid of separation this is a picture. Sita—Be that as it may, a wicked person causes unhappiness. Rama—Good heavens! the incidents at Janasthana appear as if they were taking place just now. Lakshmana—(Verse 28) Then the wicked Rakshasas resorting to the stratagem of a golden deer acted in such a way that even now it grieves us though avenged (or remedied) On account of the behaviour of my lord in the lonely Janasthana, in which his senses were overpowered, even the stone weeps, even the heart of adamant breaks. Sita—(With tears to herself) Oh king! gladdener of Raghu's race, thou wast so much afflicted for my sake. Lakshmana—(Looking meaningly at Rama) My noble brother, what is this? (Verse 29) These thy tears, like a broken necklace of pearls, which, creeping along the ground in shattered drops, roll in streams. Though restrained, the emotion, which by its excess inflames (lit. fills) thy heart can be inferred by others by the throbbing of the lips and the nose. Rama—Dear brother. (Verse 30) The fire of grief which was caused by separation from my beloved, though sharp, was at that time endured through a longing for revenge, but being now re-kindled in my heart, it gives me pain like a wound piercing the vitals of the heart. Sita—Alas! Alas! I also through sorrow gone to excess seem to behold myself separated from my lord. Lakshmana—(To himself) Well, I will turn (the atten- tion) to some other part. (Looking at the picture—aloud) Here is a representation of the exploits and valour of the revered father Jaṭāyu, the vulture king as old as one Manu. Sita—Alas father, your fatherly love was carried out to the end.