कौशल्याविलापः — Kausalya’s Lament and the Vision of Rama’s Return
गजराजगतिर्वीरो महाबाहुर्धनुर्धरः।वनमाविशते नूनं सभार्य स्सह लक्ष्मणः।।।।
ayaṃ hi māṃ dīpayate samutthitaḥ
tanūjaśokaprabhavo hutāśanaḥ |
mahīm imāṃ raśmibhir uddhataprabhaḥ
yathā nidāghe bhagavān divākaraḥ ||
This fire, born of grief for my son and now blazing up, burns me—just as, in the heat of summer, the divine Sun scorches the earth with his fierce rays.
My mighty-armed son, a great archer and a hero, Rama whose gait is like that of the king of elephants, must be entering the forest along with his consort Sita and Lakshmana.
Dharma is not merely rule-keeping; it requires compassion and truth-aware governance. When truth and fairness are distorted, the resulting sorrow burns like fire—an ethical consequence that spreads beyond the immediate act.
Kausalya poetically describes the intensity of her grief after Rama’s departure, comparing it to summer heat scorching the earth.
The verse emphasizes Kausalya’s sincerity and depth of feeling; her grief also reflects Rama’s worth—only a profoundly virtuous son could create such a sense of loss.