उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

22 TRANSLATION OF [III. 34-
thee but appalling from the sorrow they reveal; they are
reams of honey mixed with poison that flow upon thee
Rama —Oh Vasanti ( Verse 35 ) Did I not indeed
endure in my heart a sharp shaft of sorrow, though piercing
the vitals, like a red hot javelin driven obliquely into my
heart or the venomous bite of a serpent ?
Sita —So I, wretched woman that I am, have again
become the cause of trouble to my noble lord
Rama —Though I had thus steached my heart very firmly,
still on seeing the various dear objects once familiar to me,
I experience this uncontrollable agitation For, ( Verse 36 )
breaking through whatever effort I make, though with
difficulty, to check the outburst of the emotion of grief that
swells beyond bounds there spreads over me with force some
indescribable distraction of the heart, as the current of water,
gushing with irresistible velocity, breaks through a dam
of sand
Sita —By this agitation caused by grief which has come
upon my noble lord, the dreadful outburst of which cannot be
arrested, my heart as it were forgetting its own sorrows is
indescribably bewildered
Vasanti —(to herself) The king has fallen in a painful
state I will therefore divert him (Aloud) Let my lord
honour these parts of Janasthāna long familiar to him by
looking at them
Rama —Just as you say (with these words he rises and
walks about).
Sita —I believe that the devices which my dear friend
thinks of to relieve his pain will only inflame it
Vasanti —(pathetically) Sire, Sire, ( Verse 37 ) thou
wast in this very bower of creepers, having thy eye directed
towards her path, when she tarried long on a sand bank of the
Godavari, having her attention attracted by the swans when
she was returning seeing you very much vexed she made
through fear a graceful suppliant folding of the hands like
the bud of a lotus
Sita —Thou art cruel, friend Vasanti!, thou art cruel, in
that thou dost again and again afflict me, wretched woman
and my noble lord by shaking the arrows of grief buried in the
centre of the heart.