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

53] Act III, The Shadow — Translation [—iii. 37³
When I indeed knew (kila) that you did not wish my Queen to
stay in the house, her, like mere chaff, in that void wilderness,
I abandoned, and not even so much as mourned! [But] these
scenes long familiar [unto me]—[they] have to-day set my heart
melting, so that in sheer helplessness—forgive me [my people]—
I am here—weeping! 33
Tamasā—Deep is the roar of this ocean of grief.
Vāsantī—My Lord! As matters that have been, it behoves you to endure
[them] with courage.
Rāma—What is it you say, friend!—courage?
Since when this world was deprived of its Queen, this is the
twelfth year: Even her very name seems to have vanished quite:
and yet Rāma has not ceased to be! 34
Sītā—These words of my noble Lord—by them I am beguiled [into forget-
fulness of my own grief].
Tamasā—And no wonder, my child!
These words, brimful of affection [but withal] terrible by reason
of grief—it is not an unmixed pleasure (priyatama) that they
bring thee: they are streams of honey and poison a-dripping
upon thee. 35
Rāma—And [furthermore,] Vāsantī, have I not indeed—
[This dart that] like a glowing spear-head driven deep and
athwart, or like a fang of venom—this pointed dart of grief [that
rankles] within my heart [and] tears my vitals to pieces: [have
I not then patiently] endured it? 36
Sītā—Such is my hard lot that I am once more¹ a cause of trouble to my
noble Lord.
Rāma—Although, therefore, [by an extreme effort] I have firmly restrained
my mind, still to-day the sight of these various familiar scenes has thus
overpowered me. For—
To stem the swelling commotions of this wild and tumultuous
heart, every single effort that I somehow bring to bear upon it—
all those [efforts], one after another, some mysterious impulse
within breaks forcibly through, and gains ground for itself
(prasarati), as would a torrent of water a dam of sand—[a
torrent when] unchecked in its course. 37
Sītā—This my noble Lord's outburst of grief [that is] growing (ārambha)
more and more alarmingly irresistible, it has revived the [smouldering]
grief of my own heart and makes it tremble [in agitation].
¹ The earlier occasion was when she was    fight and win her back.
   abducted by Rāvaṇa, and Rāma had to