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उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

Uttararamacharitam of Bhavabhuti with Hindi Commentary

महाकवि भवभूति / पं. रामचन्द्र मिश्र द्वारा

DevanagariSanskritpublished439 पृष्ठ

पृष्ठ 390, कुल 439 में से

संदर्भ में पढ़ें
पृष्ठ 390

-III 37 ] UTTARARÂMACHARITA. 223 Rama—Relentless Janaki! Thou seemest to be seen here and there but thou dost not take pity upon me (Verse 38) Alas queen my heart is bursting, the frame of my body is falling asunder I think the world to be a void, I burn within with thick flames my helpless soul sinks and is, as it were engulfed in pitchy darkness and distraction paralyses me from all sides, wretched man that I am, what shall I do! (faints away) Sita—Alas alas my lord has swooned again Vasanti—My lord Take comfort take comfort Sita—Alas my noble lord cursed am I, since there comes over you on account of me a change of condition, which is terrible on account of your life being put again and again in danger—you who are the support of the welfare of the whole world (so saying swoons) Tamasa—Dear child Take comfort, take comfort. The touch of thy hand alone will again be a means of reviving dear Rama. Vasanti—What does he not even now recover? Ah! dear friend Sita Where art thou? Cause the lord of the life to recover (Sita hurriedly approaches Rama and touches him on the heart and fore head). Vasanti—O joy! dear Rama has revived. Rama—(Verse 39) This touch be-smearing as if with ambrosial unguents the internal and also the external elements of my body, though it brings me back to life suddenly, diffuses through my frame another numbness, as it were, from joy (with his eyes closed from delight) Friend Vasanti, thou art fortunate Vasanti—In what respect, my lord? Rama—Friend, what else? Janaki is again with me! Vasanti—Oh, my lord Rama! where is she? Rama—(shows that he feels the pleasure of her touch). Look surely here she is just in front of thee Vasanti—My lord! when I, unfortunate one, am already consumed by grief for my dear friend, why dost thou add fresh fuel to the flame by this wild talk terrible even to the piercing of my vitals. Sita—I wish to withdraw, but this my hand, fastened as