उत्तररामचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - संस्कृत मूल एवं हिन्दी व्याख्या)

204 TRANSLATION OF [VII. 18–
What, the queen (with a bashful smile) my mother, Arund-
hatī and all the revered ones, together with Ṛiśyaśṛiṅga and
Śāntā, rejoicing
Arundhatī —My son, here is the tutelary deity of the
house of Bhagīratha, the propitious Gaṅgā
[Behind the Scenes]. Lord of the world, Rāma, remember
thy words to me when thou wast looking at the picture —‘Do
thou, oh mother, think kindly upon Sītā, even as Arundhatī
behaves to her daughter in law’. In this respect I have paid
my debt.
Arund.—There is thy mother in law the revered Earth.
[Again behind the Scenes]. As thou didst say, oh prince
of long life, when thou didst abandon my darling Sītā,—“Oh
revered mother Earth, take care of thy worthy daughter
Jānakī.” I have now performed the command of my dear son
and lord.
Rāma—How is it that I, a great sinner, have been piti-
ed by the two revered goddesses? I bow to you.
Arund.—Ho! ho citizens and country people, may this
queen Sītā, daughter in law of the race of the sun, sprung
from sacrificial ground, who has been committed to me Arun-
dhatī with such words of praise by the revered Gaṅgā and
Earth, and whose chaste behaviour was formerly established
by the adorable fire, and who was praised by the immortals
together with Brahmā, be received or not? What think you,
worthy men?
Lak.—The subjects, having been thus scolded by the
revered Arundhatī, and the whole collection of creatures do
obeisance to the noble queen, and the guardians of the world
and the seven Ṛiṣhis worship her with showers of flowers.
Arun.—Rāma, lord of earth! (Verse 18) Appoint
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of Sītā.
Rāma—As the revered one commands.
Lak.—I have attained the desired object.
Sītā—I am restored to life.
Lak.—Noble queen! here does the shameless Lakshmaṇa
bow to you.
Sītā—May you live long, you who are like my son to me.