महावीरचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - वीररस-प्रधान रामकथा नाटक सम्पूर्ण ७ अङ्क सटीक)

iii. 28²—] Bhavabhūti — Uttara-Rāma-Charita [52
Sītā—Friend Vāsantī! 'Tis thou that art terrible—that art cruel, in that
thou dost thus fan [his] flames.¹
Tamasā—It is thy love [for thy Lord] that thus speaks—[thy love] and
thy grief.
Rāma—Dear friend! What [else] could any one think about it?
She whose eyes were tremulous like those of a fawn, just a year
old, [when it is] taken with fright, [and who was] languid with
the quick and throbbing burden in her womb—her dear creeper-
like form, [a form that was] as if the very quintessence (mayī)
of moon-beams and [delicate] like a soft and lovely lotus—[her
form] the flesh-eating Monsters must certainly have swallowed
up. 29
Sītā—I am still alive, dear my Lord, still alive!
Rāma—Alas, dearest! Thou daughter of Janaka, where art thou?²
Sītā—Alas, alas, that even my noble Lord, in the fullness of his heart,
should cry aloud!
Tamasā—This, my child, is nothing but proper. Those in grief must [at
times] give vent to their grief: For—
When put to a strain by the flood, for a tank, an overflow is the
[only] remedy; so, when agitated by grief, the heart only through
laments is restrained-from-breaking (avadhāryate). 30
And especially for [our] dear Rāma this world of life has been full of
unusually great and manifold troubles:
This entire world he has to protect assiduously and in [strict]
conformity with the law; [then there is] this sorrow for his
beloved, which withers, like heat, the flower of his life; having
himself brought about [his wife's] abandonment, what relief there
is in lamentations, even that is not easy for him: still he continues
to draw his breath [in this world]—is not weeping then a real
gain? 31
Rāma—Oh, these torments!
My heart with its intense tumults [of grief] is near to bursting,
but it [will] not break in twain; this shattered frame succumbs
[again and again] to a swoon, but it [will] not part with con-
sciousness; an inward anguish burns my body, but [will] not
consume it to ashes: Fate strikes me down and pierces my vitals,
but [will] not cut this life away! 32
Sītā—So it is [even with me]!
Rāma—Ye my worthy citizens and subjects!
¹ Dost increase his sorrow. ² See page 47, note 2, above.