Nala and Damayanti and Other PoemsMilman, Henry Hart
Religion
Nala and Damayanti and Other Poems
Milman, Henry Hart
Sanskrit poetry -- Translations into English
With the same good fortune swiftly--may Sudeva part from hence,
Home to bring the royal Nala--mother, to Ayodhya's town."
Resting from his toil, Parnada--of the Brahmin race the best,
Did the daughter of Vidarbha--honour, and with wealth reward.
"Brahmin! home if come my Nala--richer guerdon will I give;
Much hast thou achieved, and wisely--so as none but thou has done.
That again with my lost husband--noblest Brahmin, I may meet."
Thus addressed, his grateful homage--and his benedictions paid,
Having thus achieved his mission--home the wise Parnada went.
Then accosting good Sudeva--Damayanti thus began,
And before her mother's presence--in her pain and grief she spake:
"Go, Sudeva, to the city--where Ayodhya's raja dwells,
Speak thou thus to Rituparna--Come, as of thine own accord.
Once again her Swayembara--does king Bhima's daughter hold;
Damayanti, thither hasten--all the kings and sons of kings;
Closely now the time is reckoned--when to-morrow's dawn appears;
If that thou would'st win the Princess--speed thou, tamer of thy foes.
When the sun is in his rising--she a second lord will choose:
Whether lives or is not living--royal Nala, no one knows."
Thus, as he received his mission--hastening to the king, he spake,
To the royal Rituparna--spake Sudeva, in these words.
BOOK XIX.
Hearing thus Sudeva's language--Rituparna, king of men
With a gentle voice and blandly--thus to Vahuca began.
"Where the princess Damayanti--doth her Swayembara hold
In one day to far Vidarbha--Vahuca, I fain would go."
In these words the unknown Nala--by his royal lord addressed
All his heart was torn with anguish--thus the lofty-minded thought--
"Can she speak thus, Damayanti--thus with sorrow frantic act?
Is't a stratagem thus subtly--for my sake devised and plann'd?
To desire this deed unholy[118]--is that holy princess driven
Wrong'd by me, her basest husband--miserable, mind-estranged!
Fickle is the heart of woman--grievous too is my offence!
Hence she thus might act ignobly--in her exile, reft of friends,
Soul-disturbed by her great sorrow--in the excess of her despair.
No! she could not thus have acted--she with noble offspring blest.
Where the truth, and where the falsehood--setting forth, I best shall judge,
I the will of Rituparna--for mine own sake, will obey."
Thus within his mind revolving--Vahuca, his wretched mind,
With his folded hands addressed he--Rituparna, king of men:
"I thy mandate will accomplish--I will go, O king of men,
In a single day, O raja--to Vidarbha's royal town."
Vahuca of all the coursers--did a close inspection make
Entering in the royal stable--by Bhangasuri's command.
Ever urged by Rituparna--Vahuca, in horses skilled,
Long within himself debating--which the fleetest steeds to choose,
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account