Sarga 44

Verse 2.44.1

विलपन्ती तथा तां तु कौसल्यां प्रमदोत्तमाम्।इदं धर्मे स्थिता धर्म्यं सुमित्रा वाक्यमब्रवीत्।।।।

As Kausalyā, foremost among women, lamented thus, Sumitrā—steadfastly established in dharma—spoke to her these righteous, dharma-aligned words.

Verse 2.44.2

तवार्ये सद्गुणैर्युक्तः पुत्र स्स पुरुषोत्तमः।किं ते विलपितेनैवं कृपणं रुदितेन वा।।।।

O noble lady, your son is the highest among men, endowed with true virtues. What purpose is served by lamenting so, or by such helpless weeping?

Verse 2.44.3

यस्तवार्ये गतः पुत्रस्त्यक्त्वा राज्यं महाबलः।साधु कुर्वन् महात्मानं पितरं सत्यवादिनम्।।।।शिष्टैराचरिते सम्यक्छश्वत्प्रेत्यफलोदये।रामो धर्मे स्थित श्रेष्ठो न स शोच्यः कदाचन।।।।

O noble lady, your mighty son has departed after renouncing the kingdom, to uphold the righteous, truth-speaking word of his great-souled father. Rāma stands established in dharma—the excellent path rightly practiced by the virtuous, whose enduring fruits ripen in the world beyond; therefore Rāma is never to be mourned.

Verse 2.44.4

यस्तवार्ये गतः पुत्रस्त्यक्त्वा राज्यं महाबलः।साधु कुर्वन् महात्मानं पितरं सत्यवादिनम्।।2.44.3।।शिष्टैराचरिते सम्यक्छश्वत्प्रेत्यफलोदये।रामो धर्मे स्थित श्रेष्ठो न स शोच्यः कदाचन।।2.44.4।।

Blameless Lakṣmaṇa has, in this matter, upheld the highest conduct; compassionate toward all beings—this is the true gain of that great-souled one.

Verse 2.44.5

वर्तते चोत्तमां वृत्तिं लक्ष्मणोऽस्मिन् सदानघः।दयावान् सर्वभूतेषु लाभस्तस्य महात्मनः।।।।

In this matter, blameless Lakṣmaṇa has ever upheld the highest conduct; compassionate toward all beings, he is a true gain to that great-souled one, Rāma.

Verse 2.44.6

अरण्यवासे यद्दुःखं जानती वै सुखोचिता।अनुगच्छति वैदेही धर्मात्मानं तवात्मजम्।।।।

Sītā, princess of Videha—though accustomed to comfort—knowing the hardship of forest-dwelling, has followed your righteous son.

Verse 2.44.7

कीर्तिभूतां पताकां यो लोके भ्रमयति प्रभुः।धर्मसत्यव्रतधनः किं न प्राप्तस्तवात्मजः।।।।

Your capable son, whose true wealth is righteousness, truth, and steadfast vows, makes the banner of fame wave throughout the world—what indeed has such a son not attained?

Verse 2.44.8

व्यक्तं रामस्य विज्ञाय शौचं माहात्म्यमुत्तमम्।न गात्रमंशुभि स्सूर्य स्सन्तापयितुमर्हति।।।।

It is plain that, knowing Rāma’s stainless purity and supreme greatness, even the Sun does not presume to torment his body with scorching rays.

Verse 2.44.9

शिवस्सर्वेषु कालेषु काननेभ्यो विनिस्सृतः।राघवं युक्तशीतोष्णस्सेविष्यति सुखोऽनिलः।।।।

At every season, a gracious and pleasant breeze—tempered in cold and heat—will come forth from the woods and attend upon Rāghava.

Verse 2.44.10

शयानमनघं रात्रौ पितेवाभिपरिष्वजन्।रश्मिभि स्संस्पृशन् शीतैश्चन्द्रमाह्लादयिष्यति।।।।

When the sinless Rāma lies asleep at night, the moon will gladden him, touching him with cool rays, like a father embracing his son.

Verse 2.44.11

ददौ चास्त्राणि दिव्यानि यस्मै ब्रह्मा महौजसे।दानवेन्द्रं हतं दृष्ट्वा तिमिध्वजसुतं रणे।।।।स शूरः पुरुषव्याघ्रः स्वबाहुबलमाश्रितः।असन्त्रस्तोऽप्यरणस्थो वेश्मनीव निवत्स्यति।।।।

To that mighty Rāma, radiant as Brahmā, Viśvāmitra bestowed divine weapons after witnessing him slay in battle Subāhu, Timidhvaja’s son, a lord among the dānava. That hero—tiger among men—relying on the strength of his own arms, will dwell in the forest without fear, as though in his own palace.

Verse 2.44.12

ददौ चास्त्राणि दिव्यानि यस्मै ब्रह्मा महौजसे।दानवेन्द्रं हतं दृष्ट्वा तिमिध्वजसुतं रणे।।2.44.11।।स शूरः पुरुषव्याघ्रः स्वबाहुबलमाश्रितः।असन्त्रस्तोऽप्यरणस्थो वेश्मनीव निवत्स्यति।।2.44.12।।

To that mighty Rāma, radiant as Brahmā, Viśvāmitra bestowed divine weapons after witnessing him slay Subāhu, Timidhvaja’s son, a lord among the dānava, in battle. That fearless hero, supported by his own strength, will dwell in the forest as though in his palace.

Verse 2.44.13

यस्येषुपथमासाद्य विनाशं यान्ति शत्रवः।कथं न पृथिवी तस्य शासने स्थातुमर्हति।।।।

When enemies who come within the range of his arrows meet destruction, how could the earth not be fit to stand under his rule?

Verse 2.44.14

या श्री श्शौर्यं च रामस्य या च कल्याणसत्वता।निवृत्तारण्यवास स्स क्षिप्रं राज्यमवाप्स्यति।।।।

With Rāma’s splendour, valour, and auspicious inner strength, when his forest-dwelling ends he will swiftly attain the kingdom.

Verse 2.44.15

सूर्यस्यापि भवेत्सूर्यो ह्यग्नेरग्नि प्रभोः प्रभुः।श्रियः श्रीश्च भवेदग्र्या कीर्तिः कीर्त्याः क्षमाक्षमा।।।।दैवतं दैवतानां च भूतानां भूतसत्तमः।तस्य के ह्यगुणा देवि वने वाप्यथवा पुरे।।।।

O Devi, to the sun he is as the sun; to fire, as fire; to rulers, the ruler; to prosperity, prosperity itself; to fame, the highest fame; to the forbearing, forbearance. A divinity among the gods, the best among beings—what fault could there be in him, whether in the forest or in the city?

Verse 2.44.16

सूर्यस्यापि भवेत्सूर्यो ह्यग्नेरग्नि प्रभोः प्रभुः।श्रियः श्रीश्च भवेदग्र्या कीर्तिः कीर्त्याः क्षमाक्षमा।।2.44.15।।दैवतं दैवतानां च भूतानां भूतसत्तमः। तस्य के ह्यगुणा देवि वने वाप्यथवा पुरे।।2.44.16।।

O Devi, he is the very deity of the gods and the highest among all beings. Where, indeed, could any fault be found in him—whether he lives in the forest or in the city?

Verse 2.44.17

पृथिव्या सह वैदेह्या श्रिया च पुरुषर्षभः।क्षिप्रं तिसृभिरेताभि स्सह रामोऽभिषेक्ष्यते।।।।

Rāma, the bull among men, will soon be consecrated—together with these three: the Earth, Vaidehī (Sītā), and Śrī (Fortune).

Verse 2.44.18

दुःखजं विसृजन्त्यस्रं निष्क्रामन्तमुदीक्ष्य यम्।अयोध्यायां जनास्सर्वे शोकवेगसमाहताः।।।कुशचीरधरं देवं गच्छन्तमपराजितम्।सीतेवानुगता लक्ष्मी स्तस्य किं नाम दुर्लभम्।।।।

When all the people of Ayodhyā saw him setting out, they were struck by a surge of grief and shed tears born of sorrow. Yet he went forth—godlike, unconquered, clothed in kuśa-grass and bark; and with him Fortune followed, as though she were Sītā herself. What could ever be difficult for such a man?

Verse 2.44.19

दुःखजं विसृजन्त्यस्रं निष्क्रामन्तमुदीक्ष्य यम्।अयोध्यायां जनास्सर्वे शोकवेगसमाहताः।2.44.18।।कुशचीरधरं देवं गच्छन्तमपराजितम्।सीतेवानुगता लक्ष्मी स्तस्य किं नाम दुर्लभम्।।2.44.19।।

Seeing him depart, all the people of Ayodhyā—overwhelmed by the surge of grief—shed tears born of sorrow. Yet he went on, divine and unconquered, clad in kuśa-grass and bark; and Fortune followed him as though she were Sītā. What, indeed, could be unattainable for him?

Verse 2.44.20

धनुर्ग्रहवरो यस्य बाणखड्गास्त्रभृत्स्वयम्।लक्ष्मणो व्रजति ह्यग्रे तस्य किं नाम दुर्लभम्।।।।

What could be unattainable for Rāma, before whom Lakṣmaṇa goes in the lead—himself bearing arrows, swords, and weapons, and foremost in mastery of the bow?

Verse 2.44.21

निवृत्तवनवासं तं द्रष्टासि पुनरागतम्।जहिशोकं च मोहं च देवि सत्यं ब्रवीमि ते।।।।

O Devī, you will see him returned when his forest-dwelling is complete. Abandon grief and delusion—I speak the truth to you.

Verse 2.44.22

शिरसा चरणावेतौ वन्दमानमनिन्दितेपुनर्द्रक्ष्यसि कल्याणि पुत्रं चन्द्रमिवोदितम्।।।।

O irreproachable and auspicious one, you will again see your son—like the rising moon—bowing to your feet with his head in reverence.

Verse 2.44.23

पुनः प्रविष्टं दृष्ट्वा तमभिषिक्तं महाश्रियम्।समुत्स्रक्ष्यसि नेत्राभ्यां क्षिप्रमानन्दजं पयः।।।।

When you see him enter again—consecrated and radiant with great splendor—you will soon pour from your eyes tears born of joy.

Verse 2.44.24

मा शोको देवि दुःखं वा न रामे दृश्यतेऽशिवम्।क्षिप्रं द्रक्ष्यसि पुत्रं त्वं ससीतं सहलक्ष्मणम्।।।।

Do not grieve, O Devi, nor sink into sorrow—nothing inauspicious is seen in Rama. Soon you will see your son again, with Sita and with Lakshmana.

Verse 2.44.25

त्वया शेषो जनश्चैव समाश्वास्यो यदाऽनघे।किमिदानीमिदं देवि करोषि हृदि विक्लबम्।।।।

O sinless lady, O queen—when it is for you to console all who remain, why do you now make your own heart falter in fear?

Verse 2.44.26

नार्हा त्वं शोचितुं देवि यस्यास्ते राघवस्सुतः।न हि रामात्परो लोके विद्यते सत्पथे स्थितः।।।।

O queen, you are not fit to grieve—you have Rama, the son of the Raghus, as your son. In this world none is superior to Rama, who stands firm on the path of dharma.

Verse 2.44.27

अभिवादयमानं तं दृष्ट्वा ससुहृदं सुतम्।मुदाऽश्रृ मोक्ष्यसे क्षिप्रं मेघलेखेव वार्षिकी।।।।

Seeing your son—surrounded by his friends—bowing to you in reverence, you will soon shed tears of joy, like a monsoon cloud streaked with lines, releasing rain.

Verse 2.44.28

पुत्रस्ते वरदः क्षिप्रमयोध्यां पुनरागतः।पाणिभ्यां मृदुपीनाभ्यां चरणौ पीडयिष्यति।।।।

Your son—the bestower of boons—will soon return again to Ayodhyā, and with his soft, full hands he will press your feet.

Verse 2.44.29

अभिवाद्य नमस्यन्तं शूरं ससुहृदं सुतम्।मुदाऽस्रैः प्रोक्ष्यसि पुनर्मेघराजिरिवाचलम्।।।।

As your brave son—accompanied by his friends—greets you and bows, you will again sprinkle him with tears of joy, like a band of clouds wetting a mountain.

Verse 2.44.30

आश्वासयन्ती विविधैश्च वाक्यैर्वाक्योपचारे कुशलाऽनवद्या।रामस्य तां मातरमेवमुक्त्वादेवी सुमित्रा विरराम रामा।।।।

Thus, speaking in many ways to console Rāma’s mother, Queen Sumitrā—irreproachable, skilled in the art of speech, and gentle by nature—fell silent.

Verse 2.44.31

निशम्य तल्लक्ष्मणमातृवाक्यंरामस्य मातुर्नरदेवपत्न्या:।सद्यश्शरीरे विननाश शोकःशरद्गतो मेघ इवाल्पतोयः।।।।

Hearing those words spoken by Lakṣmaṇa’s mother, the grief in the body of the queen—Rāma’s mother—vanished at once, like an autumn cloud with little water.