उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

—III. 14] UTTARARÂMACHARITA. 217
Tamasa—Oh my daughter, the power of the Goddess
Ganges transcends that of all divinities, then why dost
thou thus fear?
Sita—Then let us follow (they then walk about)
Rama—Revered Godavari, I bow to thee
Vasanti—(observing) My Lord rejoice at the victory
of the queen's pet accompanied by his mate
Rama—May the long-lived one be victorious
Sita—Gracious heaven has my pet become so large?
Rama—O queen you are to be congratulated.
(Verse 15) That pet of thine, who, with his tender tusk
smooth like the fibre of a lotus stalk, shooting up, used to
draw, fair one the leaf of the lavali from the root of thy
ear, being now the victor of rut shedding elephants, has become
a recipient of all the blessings which attend upon youth
Sita—May he live long and may he never be separated
from this gentle-looking mate
Rama—Friend Vasanti, observe, observe, our pet has
learnt even the art of courting his beloved. (Verse 16)
For, after giving her morsels of lotus stalks up-rooted in frolic,
he has given to her mouthfuls of water perfumed with the
blooming lotuses he afterwards besprinkled her to her heart's
content with the shower of spray from his trunk, and then
at the end (of the bath) he held over her through affection a
lotus leaf with a straight stalk as an umbrella.
Sita—Revered Tamasa He then has grown so large,
but I do not know how big Kusa and Lava have become in
such a long time
Tamasa—As he is, so they are also.
Sita—Thus wretched am I, who am not only undergoing
unbearable separation from my lord but from my sons too.
Tamasa—Such is the decree of Destiny
Sita—To what purpose have I given birth to sons in
asmuch as my lord did not kiss their pure lotus-like faces, so
(charming) as they are, with their cheeks bright on account
of their teeth, a little thin, tender and white, on which
(faces) plays laughter accompanied by a charming sweet
sound (prattle) and decked with locks.
Tamasa—May it be (kissed) by the favour of the gods!
Sita—Revered Tamasa, my breasts are heaving and
overflowing with milk as I am thus put in mind of my sons,
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