उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

-VI 5] UTTARARĀMACHARITA 249
Vidyādharī—How is this? the face of heaven is overcast
with rain clouds dark like the neck of an intoxicated peacock,
which are adorned with the play of streaks of lightning mov-
ing around with frequent and fitful flashes.
Vidyādhara—Ha ha this indeed is the power of the
water weapon employed by prince Lava. What do I see? The
fire-weapon is quenched by the meeting of thousands of rain
showers continually going
Vidyādharī—It delights me It delights me
Vidyādhara Oh oh Alas alas Everything in excess is
harmful for all creatures tremble, being thickly covered with
darkness rendered dense by clouds hoarsely roaring, with the
tumult caused by a series of violent winds of the time of uni-
versal destruction, as if they were struggling in the terrible
cavernous jaws of Death opened to swallow the world at one
gulp, as if they had entered the maw of Vishnu, all his senses
being torpid in his yogic sleep at the end of the yuga. Bravo!
Chandraketu bravo! opportunely hast thou discharged the
weapon of the wind, since, (Verse 6) the clouds though
numerous have been dispersed somewhere by the wind, as
real knowledge disperses the delusive appearances in Brahma.
Vidyādharī—My lord! who now is this that, whirling
round the lappet of his outer garment with hand uplifted in
an agitated manner, having forbidden from afar with sweet
and affectionate words the martial toil of these two princes,
causes his car to descend between them?
Vidyādhara—(observing) This is the lord of the house of
Raghu having returned from killing Sambuka. (Verse 7)
Having heard the calm words sent forth by the mighty hero
and stopped their combat through respect for him, Lava is
calmed and Chandraketu also is bending humbly. May pro-
sperity befall the king by being united to his sons! Therefore
let us leave this place. (Exeunt)
Here ends the mixed Vishkambhaka.
(Then enter Rama with Lava and Chandraketu in a
suppliant posture.)
Rama—(Descending from the car Pushpaka) (Verse 8)
Oh Chandraketu, moon of the race of the sun, come quickly,
and embrace me closely, let the burning even of my heart