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उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

Uttararamacharitam of Bhavabhuti with Hindi Commentary

महाकवि भवभूति / पं. रामचन्द्र मिश्र द्वारा

DevanagariSanskritpublished439 पृष्ठ

पृष्ठ 377, कुल 439 में से

संदर्भ में पढ़ें
पृष्ठ 377

210 TRANSLATION OF [ II 27-
of trees have been exchanged, seen after a long time I almost
think this wood to be a different one, but the situation of the
mountains assures me that it is the same. Oh! my attachment
for Panchavati seems to draw me forcibly when I am about to
avoid this place. (Pathetically) (Verse 28) How can
cursed Rama, after having destroyed his beloved, now alone
visit that Panchavati or leave without honouring it, wherein he
passed those days in her company as if in his own house, and in
long conversations about which we (Rama and Sita) ever
remained engaged afterwards?
Sambuka—Victory, victory to your Majesty! My lord,
the revered Agastya, having heard of your being in the
neighbourhood from me, sends you this message—'Having
prepared the auspicious rites for your descent from the aerial
car the affectionate Lopamudra awaits you, and so do all the
sages. Therefore come and honour us with your presence.
Afterwards having gone to your own country in the swift
Pushpaka, you will be ready for the As'vamedha sacrifice.
Rama—As the venerable sage commands.
Sambuka—Your Majesty then may direct the Pushpaka
in this direction
Rama—(Directing the Pushpaka) Revered Panchavati,
forgive Rama this momentary transgression of duty on account
of his regard for the elders.
Sambuka—See, see, my lord. (Verse 29) Here is
the mountain Kraunchavata, where the tribes of crows are
silent in the vast expanse of bamboo clumps whistling in the
wind, among which the flocks of owls hoot in the bowers which
are their homes; upon this the serpents, scared by the notes of
the peacocks running hither and thither, climb up on the
branches of the old sandal trees. Moreover, (Verse 30)
Here are these southern mountains with the peaks made blue
by the clouds resting on their points, and the waters of the
Godavari rumbling and roaring in the ravines, here are those
same holy confluences of the streams, the waters of which are
deep, which are awful with the roar of the waves rushing,
overwhelmed with dashing against one another. (Exeunt both)