उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

—III. 21] UTTARARĀMACHARITA. 210
the same this is the very forest of Panchavati, this is the same
Vasanti, my dear friend these are the very regions of the forest
on the Godavari that witnessed our various confidential inter-
course these are the same beasts birds and trees that were
non-different to me from children and I am the same but all
this does not exist for me an unfortunate woman such has
turned out to be the change in the mortal world
Vasanti—Dear Sita how dont you see the condition of
Rama (Verse 22) He giving delight to our eyes by his
limbs lovely like a fresh blue lotus was ever new to us though
seen at pleasure and continually even he with his senses
distracted his complexion turned pale and his body emaciated
through grief can now be recognised but with great difficult
as the same and yet he is charming to the sight
Sita—I see it, friend, I see it
Tamasa—May you (ever) enjoy the sight of what is
dearest (your husband)
Sita—Alas destiny who could have imagined even in a
dream that I could be separated from him and he from me?
Then let me, though for a moment, as if I had obtained a sight
of him in another birth, behold my loving lord in the interval
between floods of tears (she remains looking at him)
Tamasa—(clasping her with tears) (Verse 23) Thy
eye, white sweet and beautiful shedding the tears of joy and
grief, that fall in abundant showers and pouring forth affect-
ion, having long eyelashes, turned up and stretched bathes
the lord of thy heart, like a stream of milk.
Vasanti—(Verse 24) Let the trees dropping honey
furnish an offering with flowers and fruit, let the winds of the
wood laden with the perfume of full blown lotuses blow gently
let the birds, with melodious tunes sing sweetly without ceas-
ing for here has king Rama come again in person to this wood
Rama—Come friend Vasanti sit here
Vasanti—(sitting with tears) Great king Is the prince
Lakshmana well?
Rama—(not hearing it) (Verse 25) On beholding
the trees, birds and antelopes which Sita used to nourish with
water, wild rice, and grass dispensed with her lotus hand a
strange indescribable emotion which is capable of breaking
(even) a stone, which is as it were the liquid essence of the
heart, comes over me