उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

212 'TRANSLATION OF [ III. 3-
Murala—(with astonishment) (Verse 3) Even the
unhappy turn of fortune of such persons proves very wonder-
ful when such (great) beings serve as instruments
Tamasa—But now the venerable Ganga having heard
from the lips of Sarayu of the expected visit of dear Rama
to Janasthana in connection with the Sambuka incident,
entertaining the same apprehension which affection made
Lopamudra to entertain, has come accompanied by Sita to
visit the river Godavari on the pretence of performing some
domestic rite.
Murala—The revered deity wisely thought so. For,
surely when dear Rama was in his capital, his attention being
taken up with those various occupations which are conducive
to the prosperity of the world, the distractions of his mind
were restrained whereas, being unengaged and having no
other companion but his grief, his entrance into Panchavati
will be a great calamity to him. How is queen Sita then to
comfort Rama?
Tamasa—The river Bhagirathi spoke, "Dear Sita, off-
spring of the sacrificial ground, to-day, as you know, is to be
the ceremony of tying the auspicious knot for counting the
twelfth year from birth of the long-lived Kusa and Lava.
Therefore worship with flowers gathered by thy own hand
thy ancient father in law the sun god, the dispeller of sin, the
progenitor of such a great family of royal saints belonging to
the race of Manu, owing to my power not even the sylvan
divinities shall be able to behold thee when thou art upon the
surface of the earth, much less mortals.' And I also received
this order "Tamasa, my daughter in law Janaki loves thee
much, therefore, be thou her companion.' And I now am
fulfilling my mission.
Murala—And I for my part will report this account
to the revered Lopamudra. I think that good Rama too
has arrived.
Tamasa—There emerging from a pool of the Godavari,
(Verse 4) Janaki comes to the wood, wearing a face beauti-
ful though with cheeks exceedingly pale and emaciated, by
the side of which her braid sways to and fro, as if she were
the incarnation of Pathos, or the pain of separation in
bodily form