So through the crowded inner door Sumantra, skilled in ancient lore, On to the private chambers pressed Which stood apart from all the rest. There youthful warriors, true and bold, Whose ears were ringed with polished gold, All armed with trusty bows and darts, Watched with devoted eyes and hearts. And hoary men, a faithful train, Whose aged hands held staves of cane, The ladies' guard, apparelled fair In red attire, were stationed there. Soon as they saw Sumantra nigh, Each longed his lord to gratify, And from his seat beside the door Up sprang each ancient servitor. Then to the warders quickly cried The skilled Sumantra, void of pride: “Tell RÁma that the charioteer Sumantra waits for audience here.” The ancient men with one accord Seeking the pleasure of their lord, Passing with speed the chamber door To RÁma's ear the message bore. Forthwith the prince with duteous heed Called in the messenger with speed, For 'twas his sire's command, he knew, That sent him for the interview. Like Lord Kuvera, well arrayed, He pressed a couch of gold, Wherefrom a covering of brocade Hung down in many a fold. Oil and the sandal's fragrant dust Had tinged his body o'er Dark as the stream the spearman's thrust Drains from the wounded boar. Him SÍtÁ watched with tender care, A chouri in her hand, As ChitrÁ,281 ever fond in fair, Beside the Moon will stand. Him glorious with unborrowed light, A liberal lord, of sunlike might, Sumantra hailed in words like these, Well skilled in gentle courtesies, As, with joined hands in reverence raised, Upon the beauteous prince he gazed: “Happy Kau?alyÁ! Blest is she, The Mother of a son like thee. Now rise, O RÁma, speed away. Go to thy sire without delay: For he and Queen KaikeyÍ seek An interview with thee to speak.” The lion-lord of men, the best Of splendid heroes, thus addressed, To SÍtÁ spake with joyful cheer: “The king and queen, my lady dear, Touching the throning, for my sake Some salutary counsel take. The lady of the full black eye Would fain her husband gratify, And, all his purpose understood, Counsels the monarch to my good. A happy fate is mine, I ween, When he, consulting with his queen, Sumantra on this charge, intent Upon my gain and good, has sent. An envoy of so noble sort Well suits the splendour of the court. The consecration rite this day Will join me in imperial sway. To meet the lord of earth, for so His order bids me, I will go. Thou, lady, here in comfort stay, And with thy maidens rest or play.” Thus RÁma spake. For meet reply The lady of the large black eye Attended to the door her lord, And blessings on his head implored: “The majesty and royal state Which holy BrÁhmans venerate, The consecration and the rite Which sanctifies the ruler's might, And all imperial powers should be Thine by thy father's high decree, As He, the worlds who formed and planned, The kingship gave to Indra's hand. [pg 112]Then shall mine eyes my king adore When lustral rites and fast are o'er, And black deer's skin and r
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