Полный четырёхтомник Манматхи Натха Датта, английский, Калькутта, 1891–1894. Все четыре тома конкретного перевода М. Н. Датта: Балаканда, Айодхьяканда, Араньяканда, Кишкиндхаканда, Сундараканда, Юддхаканда и Уттараканда. Полный текст выбранного четырёхтомного издания; это не собрание всех версий Рамаяны.
Все четыре тома конкретного перевода М. Н. Датта: Балаканда, Айодхьяканда, Араньяканда, Кишкиндхаканда, Сундараканда, Юддхаканда и Уттараканда. Полный текст выбранного четырёхтомного издания; это не собрание всех версий Рамаяны.
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Seeing the heroic Lakshmana brought down by the dart discharged by the
powerful Ravana, and lying drenched in blood, he (Rama) after having
fought furiously with the wicked-minded Ravana,--and having showered
vollies of shafts, addressed Sushena, saying,--"This heroic Lakshmana
brought down to the earth by the prowess of Ravana, lieth like a
serpent, enhancing my sorrow. Seeing this hero, dearer to me than life,
what power have I, with my soul overwhelmed with dole, to fight? If this
brother of mine graced with auspicious marks, delighting in battle,
breathe his last, what shall life avail me or happiness? My prowess is
ashamed; my bow falleth off from my hand; my arrows droop; my sight is
dimmed with tears; my limbs weaken as do those of men in a dream;
thought racks me; and I even desire death". Seeing his brother wounded
by the wicked-minded Ravana, crying in preternatural accents, and sore
stricken in his vitals, (Rama) overcome by a mighty sorrow, lamented
with his senses wildered. "Seeing my brother, Lakshmana, wounded, and
lying over the dust of the field, even victory, O hero, doth not seem to
me sweet. If the Moon is hid from the sight, whom doth he then delight?
What have I to do with battle? What have I to do with life? I have no
more to do anything with fighting, seeing that this Lakshmana wounded,
lieth in the field of battle. As this highly effulgent one had followed
me into the forest, so will I in the same way follow him to the abode of
Yama. Ever seeking my welfare and ever devoted to me, he hath been
reduced to this pass by Rakshasas fighting in crooked ways. In land
after land one meets with wives, in land after land one meets with
friends, but country find I none where a uterine brother may be met
with. What, O irrepressible one, shall I do with the kingdom without my
Lakshmana? And what shall I say unto mother Sumitra, fond of her son?
And I shall never be able to bear the reproach Sumitra shall cast upon
me. And what shall I say unto Kaucalya, and what unto mother Kaikeyi?
And what shall I say unto Bharata, and what unto the exceedingly
powerful Satrughna? 'Thou hadst gone to the woods with him. Why then
dost thou come (back) without him?' 'Tis better (for me) to renounce my
life here, instead of bearing the censure of friends. What a sin had I
committed in another birth, seeing that my virtuous brother, staying
before me, hath been slain? Ah, my brother! Thou best of men! O master,
who wert the foremost of heroes! Why, forsaking me, dost thou repair to
the other regions. Wherefore, brother, dost thou not speak to me, who am
lamenting? Get up. See! Why dost thou lie down? Look on me with thine
eyes. O mighty-armed one, in the woods and mountains thou didst ever use
to cheer me, tried by grief and pining in despondency, with my mind
overwhelmed (with woe)". As Rama was speaking thus with his senses
overwhelmed with emotion, Sushena, soothing him, spoke these pregnant
words,--"O foremost of men, cast off this train of thought tending to
overwhelm thy understanding,--this anxiety giving birth to grief, and
resembling the shafts of foes in the van of the embattled forces.
Lakshmana enhancer of auspiciousness is not dead. His face is not
distorted or blackened. Do thou look at his countenance, which is
beautifully bright and cheerful. His hands have palms resembling
lotus-petals, and his eyes are pleasant. O king, one dead doth not look
thus. (Therefore), O hero, do not grieve. O subduer of enemies, this one
is instinct with life. As he is lying down on the ground, stretched at
length, his heart, O hero, trembling momentarily, testifieth to his
respiration". Having spoken thus unto Raghava, the highly wise Sushena
thus addressed the mighty monkey, Hanuman, saying,--"O placid one,
hieing hence to the mountain, Mahodaya, which, O hero, had formerly been
mentioned unto thee by Jambavan, bring hither the mighty drug sprung at
its right summit--Vicalyakarani by name, and Savarnyakarani,[394] and
Sanjivakarani, O hero, and the potent medicine--Sandhani. Do thou bring
(these) in order that the hero--Lakshmana--may be revived". Having been
thus instructed, Hanuman, repairing to the Medicinal mountain, was
wrought up with anxiety, not knowing the drugs. And then the thought
sprang up in the mind of the Wind-god's offspring of immeasurable
prowess,--"I shall go, even taking this (entire) summit of the mountain.
In this very summit must that delightful drug have sprung. This I infer,
inasmuch as Sushena had forsooth said so. If I fail to take
Vicalyakarani, I shall come by disgrace,--and if I spend much time (in
thought), that would be fraught with evil".[395] Having reflected thus,
the exceedingly powerful Hanuman, foremost of monkeys,--swiftly drawing
up to that best of mountains, and giving three shakes to the mountain
filled with various flowering trees,--raised it up with his hands. And
taking that summit of the mountain resembling dark-blue clouds charged
with rain, Hanuman from the earth bounded up into the sky. And arriving
(at his quarters), that wondrous vehement one, putting down the
mountain-peak, and reposing for a while, spoke unto Sushena,--"I did not
find the drug, O best of monkeys; and therefore have I brought this
entire summit of the mountain". When the Wind-god's offspring had spoken
thus, that foremost of monkeys--Sushena--praising him, uprooted the herb
and secured it. Seeing Hanuman's feat, incapable of being done by even
the celestials, the choicest of the monkeys were amazed. Then crushing
the healing herb, that best of monkeys--the exceedingly effulgent
Sushena, made Lakshmana smell the same. And thereupon the wounded
Lakshmana,--slayer of hostile heroes--smelling it, cured of his wound
and ailments, speedily rose up from the ground. Seeing Lakshmana rise up
from the earth, the monkeys, exceedingly rejoiced, honoring Lakshmana,
exclaimed, "Excellent! Excellent!" "Come!" said that slayer of hostile
heroes--Rama--and with his eyes filled with tears, he deeply embraced
Lakshmana. And having embraced Sumitra's son, Raghava then addressed
him, saying--"By good fortune it is that, O hero, I see thee returned
from (the mansion of) Death.--Verily my life, or Sita, or Victory is
worthless (without thee). And thou being dead, what is my life worth?"
When the high-souled Raghava had spoken thus, Lakshmana, aggrieved on
account of the words (of Raghava) expressive of infirmity of purpose,
said,--"Having bound thyself by that vow, it doth not, O thou having
truth for prowess, behove thee to speak like one fickle and feeble.
Those speaking the truth, never falsify their promise: the mark of a
great one is even observance of vow. O sinless one, do not suffer
thyself to be overcome by despair on my account. Do thou to-day by
slaying Ravana, make thy promise good. Thy foe coming within the sway of
thy shafts, will not hence, living, even like a mighty elephant coming
before a sharp-toothed roaring lion. I wish the speedy destruction of
this impious one, ere the maker of day, having performed his work, has
ascended the Setting-hill.[396] If thou wishest to slay Ravana in
battle, if thou desirest to recover the princess, then, O noble one, O
hero, to-day speedily set about what I say".
[394] _Lit._--that which restores the former complexion.--T.
[395] Explains the commentator: 'If I take any other medicine by
mistake, I shall make a fool of myself; if I spend much time in
thought, Lakshmana may die.'--T.
[396] This conversation between Rama and Lakshmana took place, says the
commentator, on the first day of the lighted fortnight.--T.
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