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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The foremost of the wives of the Rakshasa (king) bewailing piteously
cast her looks poorly towards her husband. And beholding her Ten-necked
husband slain by Rama of inconcievable actions Mandodari bewailed there
piteously,--"O thou of huge arms! O younger brother of Baishravana! Even
Purandara feared to stand before thee when enraged. The great
Rishis--the far-famed Gandharbas and the _Charanas_, fled away to
different quarters in thy fear. And then (how) hast thou been
overpowered in battle by Rama who is a mere man? Why is it that thou art
not ashamed of it, O king, O lord of the Rakshasas? Conquering the three
worlds with thy prowess thou didst attain thy glory; and it is
unbearable, that a man, ranging in the forest, hath slain thee. Thou,
who art capable of assuming shapes at will, hast been slain in conflict
by Rama, in the city of Lanka unapproachable by men. I do not believe
that thy destruction,--who hadst always been crowned with success,
before the forces, is work of Rama. (Methinks) Death (himself) came
there in the shape of Rama and spread illusions unconsciously for thy
destruction, O thou of great strength. Or thou hast been slain by
Vasava--(no) what power has he got to face thee in the conflict gifted
with great strength, prowess and energy and an enemy of the celestials
as thou art? It is evident that the great ascetic Vishnu, having truth
for his prowess--the soul of all beings, ever existing, without
beginning, middle or end, greater than the great, the Preserver of the
Nature, holding conch, discus and club, having _Sribatsa_[463] on his
breast, always beautiful, incapable of being conquered, without
destruction, devoid of end, and the lord of all men, assuming this shape
of a man and encircled by the celestials, assuming monkey shapes, hath
for the behoof of mankind, slain (thee) the dreadful enemy of the gods
with all (thy) family and Rakshasas. Subduing all thy passions, thou
didst conquer the three worlds--remembering their grudge they have now
over-powered thee. Rama is not a man since he slew at Janasthana thy
brother Khara encircled by many a Rakshasa. We were sore-distressed when
Hanuman, by his own prowess, entered the city of Lanka, incapable of
being approached even by the celestials. And I prevented thee from
creating enmity with Raghava, but thou didst not pay heed to my words
and this is the result (thereof). O foremost of Rakshasas--thou of a
vicious understanding, for the destruction of thy wealth, thyself and
thy relatives, thou didst suddenly cherish amour for Sita, greater than
(even) Arundhuti and Rohini. Forsooth thou didst perpetrate an
unbecoming deed by distressing the adorable Sita ever devoted unto her
lord, an earth[464] even unto Earth herself and a Sree[465] even unto
Sree herself. And having brought in a false guise from the solitary
forest the sorrowful and chaste Sita, having a blameless person, thou
didst bring on the destruction of thy family. Thou didst fail to
encompass thy desire for the company of Sita. But now, forsooth, O my
lord, thou hast been burnt down by her devotion who is devoted unto her
husband.[466] Thou wert not burnt down when thou didst captivate that
middle-statured (damsel) whom fear all the celestials headed by Indra
and _Agni_.[467] O husband, (proper) time appearing the perpetrator gets
the result of his vicious deeds: there is not the least doubt in this.
The performer of the good receives good (result)--the perpetrator of the
vicious (deeds) meets with bad (result). Bibhishana hath attained to
happiness and thou hast met with this thy end. There are damsels in your
seraglio far more beautiful than she but thou possessed by cupid couldst
not perceive this. Maithilee is not my equal nor superior either in
birth, beauty or accomplishments, but thou didst not perceive this by
thy misgivings. Death doth not always visit all men without any
cause--and Maithilee is the cause of thy death. And death, in
consequence of Maithilee, hath taken thee far away. And she, shorn of
all sorrow, shall enjoy in the company of Rama, and I, of limited piety,
am now sunk in the the ocean of grief. Roaming at large with thee in a
car unequalled in beauty on the hill Kailaca, Mandara, Maru, in the
garden of Chaitraratha and ail other celestial gardens, beholding many a
country, wearing variegated clothes and garlands, I have been deprived
of all pleasures and enjoyments, O hero, by thy death. And I am a widow
now. O fie on fickle fortune! O king, in lustre of countenance thou art
like the Sun, in grace like the Moon, in beauty like the lotus; thou art
graceful, O thou having excellent brows; thou hast got excellent skin,
high nose and thy countenance is graced with a brilliant crown and
_Kundalas_. Oh how beautiful, thou didst look with various garlands when
thy eye whirled with intoxication on the drinking ground and how
beautiful were thy smiles, O lord. Thy countenance doth not shine
now--being severed with Rama's shafts, bathed in a pool of blood, having
thy back-bone and brain deranged and covered with the dust raised by the
wheels of the chariots. Alas! by my ill-luck I have attained to that
after state making me a widow which I did never think of. My father is
the king of Danavas, my husband the lord of Rakshasas, and my son the
subduer of Sakra. I was greatly proud of this and always confident that
my protectors were undaunted, dreadful, repressors of the enemies and
famous for their strength and manliness. O ye foremost of the Rakshasas,
how could this fear from man overwhelm you all who were so powerful?
(This thy body) is cool, green like _Indraneela_, high like a huge
mountain, and adorned with _Keyura_, _Angada_, jewels and garlands of
flowers. It was graceful in places of enjoyments and incapable of being
looked at in the field of battle. It was brilliant, being decked with
ornaments like unto clouds accompanied by lightnings. And this thy
person hath been pierced with shafts to-day; (and knowing) that it is
not easy of attainment for me I am incapable of embracing (it), covered
with shafts piercing through the very vitals. O king (this thy body)
green-hued (but now) blood-red is now lying on the ground like unto a
mountain shattered with thunder-bolts. That thou wouldst be slain by
Rama was like a dream, but it hath proved true! Thou wert like death
unto Death himself, why hast thou been possessed by him then? Thou wert
the enjoyer of the three worlds' wealth and dread unto them; thou wert
the conqueror of the deities presiding over various quarters; thou didst
shake Sankara (himself)--thou wert the subduer of the proud and thy
prowess was well-known; thou didst repress the people and slay many a
pious man--thou didst, by thy prowess, use to give vent to haughty words
before the enemies; thou wert the maintainer of thy kinsmen and servants
and the slayer of many perpetrating dreadful deeds; thou wert the
destroyer of thousands of celestials, Danavas and Yakshas; thou wert the
subduer of _Nivata Kavachas_ in the encounter; thou didst hinder the
performance of many sacrifices and wert the protector of thy relatives;
thou wert the obstructer of pious observances, creator of illusions in
conflict and thou didst bring away from hither and thither the daughters
of the celestials, demons and men; thou didst aggrieve the wives of thy
enemies; thou wert the leader of thy own men, the protector of the
island of Lanka and the performer of many a dreadful deed; thou didst
confer upon us the enjoyment of many a pleasure--and wert the foremost
of car-warriors. Beholding such a husband slain by Rama, I am, deprived
of my dear lord, still maintaining my being; (forsooth) my heart is very
hard. O lord of Rakshasas, used ere to many a valuable bed, why art thou
sleeping on earth covered with dust? When my son Indrajit was slain by
Lakshmana in conflict I was greatly pained--but to-day I am slain.
Deprived of my friends and relatives, separated from thee O my lord,
deprived from the enjoyment of many pleasures I shall lament for thee
perpetually. Thou hast, O king, reached the way, long and hard to be
treaded--do thou take me, who am stricken with grief and who shall not
be able to live without thee. Why dost thou wish to go leaving me behind
who have been rendered poorly? Why dost thou not welcome me, unfortunate
and poor, who am bewailing? Why art thou not angry, lord, beholding me,
having put off my veil, walk out on foot by the city-gate? O beloved of
thy wives, do thou behold thy wives--who have thrown off their veils.
Why art thou not angry seeing them all come out (of the city)? I was thy
companion in sports, my lord; I long for having thee; why art thou not
consoling and welcoming me? O king, being imprecated by those damsels,
not one, devoted to their husbands, pious and ever engaged in attending
upon their superiors, who had been widowed by thee, thou hast been
overpowered by thy enemy. The carte, proceeding from them who had been
ill-treated by thee, hath borne fruit. O king, the saying, that the
tears of chaste damsels do not uselessly fall on the ground, hath been
verified (here) forsooth. O king, conquering the worlds with thy
prowess, how couldst thou, always honored by the king, cherish the vile
desire of stealing away women? Taking away Rama and Lakshmana from the
hermitage by an illusionary deer, thou didst steal away Rama's spouse. I
remember to have never heard thee lament in battle. Forsooth, it is our
misfortune and the sign of impending death (that thou didst do this)
conversant as thou art with the past, present and future. Beholding the
daughter of the king of Mithila brought (in the city of Lanka) what, thy
younger brother Bibhishana, thinking and sighing, said, hath now proved
true, O thou of long-arms. This destruction of the leading Rakshasas
hath proceeded from the disaster arising from thy anger and lust. For
thy (vicious) deeds all our good fortune is lost--(and from them) hath
proceeded the great disaster exterminating the race. And by thee all the
Rakshasa families have been deprived of their lords. Thou, well-known
for thy strength and manliness, art not worthy of being grieved by me.
On account of my effeminate nature my understanding is possessed by
sorrow. Carrying thy pious and iniquitous deeds thou hast attained to
thy own state--I am only lamenting for me who have been sorry for thy
destruction. O Ten-necked one, thou didst not bear the words of thy
friends and brothers, who spoke those well meaning words out of
affection. Thou didst not obey the words uttered by Bibhisana, duly and
mildly, pregnant with meaning and reasoning and tending to thy welfare.
Maddened with thy own prowess thou didst not hear the words of Maricha,
Kumbhakarna as well as those of my father--and this is the result
thereof. O thou resembling the red clouds, O thou wearing yellow cloth
and excellent _Angada_, stretching thy person on the ground why art thou
in the long run bathed in blood? Why dost thou not, like one asleep,
welcome me who am stricken with grief? I am the grand-daughter of the
highly powerful Rakshasa Sumali who never flies away from the field of
battle: why dost thou not welcome me? Rise up! rise up! why dost thou
lie down (on this occasion of) new discomfiture? To-day have the rays of
the Sun entered fearlessly the city of Lanka. The Parigha, by which,
brilliant as the rays of the Sun, thou didst distress the enemies in
conflict, which was always adored by thee like the thunder of the
wielder of thunder-bolt, which slew many in battle, and which was
adorned with golden nets, now lieth shattered into thousand pieces by
arrows. Why dost thou lie on the battle-field embracing her like your
beloved spouse? Why dost thou not wish to welcome me like one not
beloved unto thee? Oh fie on this heart of mine which is not sundered
into thousand (pieces) albeit distressed with the grief of thy death!"
Bewailing thus, she, with profuse tears in her eyes, and with her heart
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