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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 407, कुल 439 में से

संदर्भ में पढ़ें
पृष्ठ 407

240 TRANSLATION OF [ V. 1—
Act V.
(Behind the Scenes) Ho soldiers! Succour has come to
us! succour has come (Verse 1) Surely here is Chandra-
ketu advancing, having heard the noise of our fight, in a
chariot drawn by swift horses, which are galloping being
furiously urged on by Sumantra, having his bannerpole of
kovidara wood violently shaking on account of the uneven
ground (Enter in a chariot driven by Sumantra, Chandra-
ketu, bow in hand and with a feeling of joy and hurry mingled
with wonder)
Chandra —Worthy Sumantra, see, see (Verse 2) Here
is the hero boy of unknown lineage, having his lovely face
flushed with slight anger, having his five locks dancing up and
down, that showers in the front of battle a rain of arrows
upon my troops with his bow, the tips of which continually
twang with the string. Wonderful! Wonderful! (Verse 3).
The hermit-boy, being single handed, resembling a new and
unknown scion of the house of Raghu, excites my admiration,
whose arrows flame by thousands on all sides among the
dense array of soldiers, arrows—which cleave with a terrible
clash the temple joints of the elephants
Sumantra —Long lived one! (Verse 4) Having be-
held the boy exceeding in might gods and demons and
possessing also a form similar (to Rama), I call to mind Rama
when he had taken in hand his bow to destroy the foes of
Vis'vamitra's sacrifice
Chandraketu —But my heart is ashamed because many
direct their efforts against him alone (Verse 5) For this boy
alone is surrounded by my solders, the broad palms of whose
hands are full of multitudes of weapons fiercely flashing with
excessive pride, whose chariots ring with tinkling golden bells,
who are tumultuous with elephants resembling clouds and
raining down showers of rut.
Sumantra —Dear boy! what could these soldiers do against
him if they were united? Much more (are they helpless) when
scattered.
Chandraketu —Worthy sir, make haste, for this warrior
has begun to make a great havoc among our dependents. For,
(Verse 6) the hero, amplifying the noise of his bow string,
which gives pain to the ears of the herds of elephants that