उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

212 'TRANSLATION OF [ III. 3- Murala—(with astonishment) (Verse 3) Even the unhappy turn of fortune of such persons proves very wonder- ful when such (great) beings serve as instruments Tamasa—But now the venerable Ganga having heard from the lips of Sarayu of the expected visit of dear Rama to Janasthana in connection with the Sambuka incident, entertaining the same apprehension which affection made Lopamudra to entertain, has come accompanied by Sita to visit the river Godavari on the pretence of performing some domestic rite. Murala—The revered deity wisely thought so. For, surely when dear Rama was in his capital, his attention being taken up with those various occupations which are conducive to the prosperity of the world, the distractions of his mind were restrained whereas, being unengaged and having no other companion but his grief, his entrance into Panchavati will be a great calamity to him. How is queen Sita then to comfort Rama? Tamasa—The river Bhagirathi spoke, "Dear Sita, off- spring of the sacrificial ground, to-day, as you know, is to be the ceremony of tying the auspicious knot for counting the twelfth year from birth of the long-lived Kusa and Lava. Therefore worship with flowers gathered by thy own hand thy ancient father in law the sun god, the dispeller of sin, the progenitor of such a great family of royal saints belonging to the race of Manu, owing to my power not even the sylvan divinities shall be able to behold thee when thou art upon the surface of the earth, much less mortals.' And I also received this order "Tamasa, my daughter in law Janaki loves thee much, therefore, be thou her companion.' And I now am fulfilling my mission. Murala—And I for my part will report this account to the revered Lopamudra. I think that good Rama too has arrived. Tamasa—There emerging from a pool of the Godavari, (Verse 4) Janaki comes to the wood, wearing a face beauti- ful though with cheeks exceedingly pale and emaciated, by the side of which her braid sways to and fro, as if she were the incarnation of Pathos, or the pain of separation in bodily form