Sarga 19

Verse 1

तस्मिन्नेव ततः काले राजपुत्री त्वनिन्दिता।रूपयौवनसम्पन्नं भूषणोत्तमभूषितम्।।।।ततो दृष्ट्वैव वैदेही रावणं राक्षसाधिपम्।प्रावेपत वरारोहा प्रवाते कदली यथा।।।।

At that very time, the blameless princess Vaidehī, seeing Rāvaṇa—the lord of the rākṣasas—endowed with youthful beauty and adorned with the finest ornaments, trembled like a banana plant shaken by a strong wind.

Verse 2

तस्मिन्नेव ततः काले राजपुत्री त्वनिन्दिता।रूपयौवनसम्पन्नं भूषणोत्तमभूषितम्।।5.19.1।।ततो दृष्ट्वैव वैदेही रावणं राक्षसाधिपम्।प्रावेपत वरारोहा प्रवाते कदली यथा।।5.19.2।।

Seeing Rāvaṇa, lord of the rākṣasas, Vaidehī—slender-waisted—trembled at once, like a banana plant shaken by a strong wind.

Verse 3

आच्छाद्योदरमूरुभ्यां बाहुभ्यां च पयोधरौ।उपविष्टा विशालाक्षी रुदन्ती वरवर्णिनी।।।।

Large-eyed, fair-complexioned Sītā sat there weeping, covering her belly and thighs, and also her breasts, with her arms.

Verse 4

दशग्रीवस्तु वैदेहीं रक्षितां राक्षसीगणैः।ददर्श सीतां दुःखार्तां नावं सन्नामिवार्णवे।।।।

Then Daśagrīva (Rāvaṇa) saw Vaidehī—Sītā—guarded by bands of rākṣasīs, grief-stricken like a boat sunk in the sea.

Verse 5

असंवृतायामासीनां धरण्यां संशितव्रताम्।छिन्नां प्रपतितां भूमौ शाखामिव वनस्पतेः।।।।

She sat upon the bare ground, her vow and resolve sharpened by suffering—like a branch cut from a tree and fallen upon the earth.

Verse 6

मलमण्डनचित्राङ्गीं मण्डनार्हाममण्डिताम्।मृणाली पङ्कदिग्धेव विभाति न विभाति च।।।।

Her limbs were mottled, as though dust alone adorned them; though worthy of ornaments, she wore none—like a lotus-stalk smeared with mud, shining and yet not shining.

Verse 7

समीपं राजसिंहस्य रामस्य विदितात्मनः।सङ्कल्पहयसंयुक्सैर्यान्तीमिव मनोरथैः।।।।

In the chariot of her mind—yoked to the horses of her resolve—she seemed to be traveling toward Rāma, the lion among kings, the self-knowing one.

Verse 8

शुष्यन्तीं रुदतीमेकां ध्यानशोकपरायणाम्।दुःखस्यान्तमपश्यन्तीं रामां राममनुव्रताम्।।।।

She was wasting away—alone, weeping, absorbed in thought and sorrow—seeing no end to her grief, faithful only to Rāma.

Verse 9

वेष्टमानां तथाऽविष्टां पन्नगेन्द्रवधूमिव।धूप्यमानां ग्रहेणेव रोहिणीं धूमकेतुना।।।।

Sitting thus, tightly wrapped and as if seized by sorrow, she looked like the serpent-king’s queen coiled upon herself—like Rohiṇī, as though veiled and made to “smoke” beneath a baleful planet, a comet.

Verse 10

वृत्तशीलकुले जातामाचारवति धार्मिके।पुनःसंस्कारमापन्नां जातामिव च दुष्कुले।।।।

Born in a lineage of virtuous conduct, nurtured in righteous custom and dharma, she now seemed as though made to undergo purification anew—like one born in a degraded family.

Verse 11

अभूतेनापवादेन कीर्तिं निपतितामिव।आम्नायानामयोगेन विद्यां प्रशिथिलामिव।।।।

She seemed like a reputation brought low by false slander—like sacred learning loosened and weakened when the Vedic disciplines are not properly practiced.

Verse 12

सन्नामिव महाकीर्तिं श्रद्धामिव विमानिताम्।पूजामिव परिक्षीणामाशां प्रतिहतामिव।।।।

She was like great fame grown dim; like faith that has been insulted; like worship diminished; like hope struck down and thwarted.

Verse 13

आयतीमिव विध्वस्तामाज्ञां प्रतिहतामिव।दीप्तामिव दिशं काले पूजामपहृतामिव।।।।

She was like a hopeful promise laid waste; like a command defied; like a direction set aflame in a season of calamity; like worship stolen away.

Verse 14

पद्मिनीमिव विध्वस्तां हतशूरां चमूमिव।प्रभामिव तमोध्वस्तामुपक्षीणामिवापगाम्।।।।

She was like a lotus-pond laid waste; like an army whose heroes had been slain; like radiance smothered by darkness; like a stream run down and exhausted.

Verse 15

वेदीमिव परामृष्टां शान्तामग्निशिखामिव।पौर्णमासीमिव निशां राहुग्रस्तेन्दुमण्डलाम्।।।।

She was like an altar defiled; like a fire’s flame gone out; like a full-moon night whose lunar orb is seized by Rāhu in eclipse.

Verse 16

उत्कृष्टपर्णकमलां वित्रासितविहङ्गमाम्।हस्तिहस्तपरामृष्टामाकुलां पद्मिनीमिव।।।।

She appeared like a lotus-pond with splendid leaves and lotuses, its birds frightened away, churned and crushed by the trunks of elephants.

Verse 17

पतिशोकातुरां शुष्कां नदीं विस्रावितामिव।परया मृजया हीनां कृष्णपक्षनिशामिव।।।।

Tormented by grief for her husband, she looked parched—like a river whose stream has thinned and dried, no longer fit for full ablution—like a night of the dark fortnight, stripped of its glow.

Verse 18

सुकुमारीं सुजाताङ्गीं रत्नगर्भगृहोचिताम्।तप्यमानामिवोष्णेन मृणालीमचिरोद्धृताम्।।।।

Delicate, beautifully formed, fit to dwell in a palace filled with jewels—she now seemed like a lotus-stalk freshly plucked, scorched by heat.

Verse 19

गृहीतामालितां स्तम्भे यूथपेन विनाकृताम्।निःश्वसन्तीं सुदुःखार्तां गजराजवधूमिव।।।।

She sighed deeply in intense anguish, like a royal she-elephant bound to a post, separated from the lord of her herd.

Verse 20

एकया दीर्घया वेण्या शोभमानामयत्नतः।नीलया नीरदापाये वनराज्या महीमिव।।।।

Even with a single long braid, carelessly kept, she appeared beautiful—like the earth at the clearing of the rains, marked by one dark line of forest-trees.

Verse 21

उपवासेन शोकेन ध्यानेन च भयेन च।परिक्षीणां कृशां दीनामल्पाहारां तपोधनाम्।।।।

Worn down by fasting and grief, by brooding and fear, she was wasted, emaciated, and dejected—eating little, yet rich in the treasure of austerity.

Verse 22

आयाचमानां दुःखार्तां प्राञ्जलिं देवतामिव।भावेन रघुमुख्यस्य दशग्रीवपराभवम्।।।।

Tormented by grief, she seemed like a goddess with palms joined in prayer, inwardly beseeching Rāma, foremost of the Raghu line, for the humiliation and defeat of Daśagrīva (Rāvaṇa).

Verse 23

समीक्षमाणां रुदतीमनिन्दितां सुपक्ष्मताम्रायतशुक्ललोचनाम्।अनुव्रतां राममतीव मैथिलीं प्रलोभयामास वधाय रावणः।।।।

As blameless Maithilī looked about and wept—her broad, bright eyes framed by lovely lashes and slightly reddened at the corners—Rāvaṇa sought to entice her; and when she remained utterly devoted to Rāma, he turned to threats of killing.