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

iii. 37⁴—] Bhavabhūti — Uttara-Rāma-Charita [54
Vāsantī, to herself—To a piteous plight has His Majesty come; let me,
therefore, create a diversion. Aloud. Will now Your Majesty [be pleased
to] have a look at these [sights] long familiar [to him]—these spots in
the Janasthāna?
Rāma—So be it. Rises and walks about.
Sītā—The very things that would inflame the sorrow, my dear friend
[Vāsantī] conceives [them] as remedies to allay it!
Vāsantī, with pathos—Sire, Sire!
It was under this, this very bower of creepers that once you
stood, your eyes watching [expectant] for her return; while she,
attracted by the sight of the [sporting] swans, tarried a little
longer [than usual] on the sands of the Godāvarī. But as she
returned, observing your slight displeasure, at once did she fold,
in tremor, her supplicant hands—[hands that were] graceful like
a bud of [red] lotus! 38
Sītā—Oh, cruel, cruel art thou, Vāsantī, in that with these thy efforts to
drive the darts deeper and more firmly into the vitals of the heart,
thou art again and again making my noble Lord remember me—ill-
starred that I am!
Rāma—O thou ruthless one, thou daughter of Janaka! I seem to see thee
here and there [and everywhere], and yet thou wouldst have no pity
on me!
Alas, alas, O Queen! My heart is bursting asunder; the frame
of my body is flying to pieces; all void seems [now] this world
to me; an incessant flame [of anguish] from within, inflames me;
immersed in utter darkness, this lonely soul within me seems
to plunge down [in deep despair]: an all-overspreading stupor
paralyses me—O miserable wretch that I am, what can I do? 39
(Faints.)
Sītā—Alas, alas! Once again my noble Lord has fainted!
Vāsantī—Be comforted, Sire, be comforted.
Sītā—Alas, My noble Lord! That for the sake of me, the ill-starred one,
thou on whose blessed life (jammalābha) rests the happiness of this entire
living world, [that thou] shouldst be reduced to such a terrible plight and
that thy very life should be in frequent danger!—Wretch, wretch that I am.
(Faints.)
Tamasā—Take heart, take heart, my child! Once again it is the touch
of thy hand that is the only remedy for bringing dear Rāma to life.
Vāsantī—How now, he does not yet recover! Sītā, my dear friend!
Where art thou, alas! Come and rescue this Lord of thy life.