उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

22 TRANSLATION OF [III. 34- thee but appalling from the sorrow they reveal; they are reams of honey mixed with poison that flow upon thee Rama —Oh Vasanti ( Verse 35 ) Did I not indeed endure in my heart a sharp shaft of sorrow, though piercing the vitals, like a red hot javelin driven obliquely into my heart or the venomous bite of a serpent ? Sita —So I, wretched woman that I am, have again become the cause of trouble to my noble lord Rama —Though I had thus steached my heart very firmly, still on seeing the various dear objects once familiar to me, I experience this uncontrollable agitation For, ( Verse 36 ) breaking through whatever effort I make, though with difficulty, to check the outburst of the emotion of grief that swells beyond bounds there spreads over me with force some indescribable distraction of the heart, as the current of water, gushing with irresistible velocity, breaks through a dam of sand Sita —By this agitation caused by grief which has come upon my noble lord, the dreadful outburst of which cannot be arrested, my heart as it were forgetting its own sorrows is indescribably bewildered Vasanti —(to herself) The king has fallen in a painful state I will therefore divert him (Aloud) Let my lord honour these parts of Janasthāna long familiar to him by looking at them Rama —Just as you say (with these words he rises and walks about). Sita —I believe that the devices which my dear friend thinks of to relieve his pain will only inflame it Vasanti —(pathetically) Sire, Sire, ( Verse 37 ) thou wast in this very bower of creepers, having thy eye directed towards her path, when she tarried long on a sand bank of the Godavari, having her attention attracted by the swans when she was returning seeing you very much vexed she made through fear a graceful suppliant folding of the hands like the bud of a lotus Sita —Thou art cruel, friend Vasanti!, thou art cruel, in that thou dost again and again afflict me, wretched woman and my noble lord by shaking the arrows of grief buried in the centre of the heart.