||Sundarakanda ||

|| Sarga 19||(Summary in English)

 

||om tat sat||
तस्मिन्नेव ततः काले राजपुत्त्री त्वनंदिता।
रूपयौवनसंपन्नं भूषणोत्तम भूषितम्॥1||
ततो दृष्ट्वैव वैदेही रावणं राक्षसाधिपं।
प्रावेपत वरारोहा प्रवाते कदळी यथा॥2||
स॥ ततः तस्मिन् एव काले राक्षसाधिपं रावणं दृष्ट्वैव राजपुत्री अनिंदिता रूपयौव्वन संपन्नं भूषणोत्तमभूषितं वरारोहा वैदेही प्रवाते कदळी यथा प्रावेपत॥
Then at that time seeing that king of Rakshasas Ravana (entering the Ashoka grove) the blameless princess of slender waist, endowed with beauty and youth, adorned with best of ornaments, Sita was shaken like a banana plant by a strong wind.

Sundarakanda
Sarga 19


Then at that time seeing that king of Rakshasas Ravana entering the Ashoka grove, Sita, the blameless princess of slender waist, endowed with beauty and youth, adorned with best of ornaments, was shaken like a banana plant by a strong wind.

The large eyed, best complexioned Sita withdrawing her thighs to cover her belly and arms to cover her breasts sat there crying.

The ten headed Ravana saw Vaidehi protected by legions of Rakshasa women. Sita was immersed in grief like a boat in high seas.

Seated on bare ground, she was like a branch of tree cut and fallen down on the ground. Covered with dust yet looking colorful, without any ornaments though deserving ornaments, she is like a lotus stem dipped in mud not shining yet shining.

She was yoked to the horses of her conviction, with the chariot of mind racing to the Rama, the lion among kings and the one who has realized self. Emaciated and crying, she was meditating on Rama and only Rama, and not seeing the end of sorrow.

Sitting coiled around, she is like the wife of Serpent King, like the star Rohini overpowered by the smoking planet. Born in a righteous, traditional, and traditionally virtuous family, she was like one born in a low family attaining traditional refinement.

She is like the fame lowered by false scandals, unused Vedic knowledge, education that is rusted. She was like great fame which is dimmed, faith that is slighted, worship that is impeded, like hope that is dashed. She was like a prospect that is destroyed, like an order that is disobeyed, like a direction set aflame at the time of catastrophe. She was like creeper destroyed, like an army with its warriors killed, like radiant light blocked by darkness, like a stream that was dry. She was like the altar of worship that is defiled, like the blazing flame that is contained, like the night of full moon eclipsed by Rahu. She was like the lotus pond with excellent lotuses destroyed by the trunks of the elephants surrounded by frightened birds

Stricken with grief created by separation from her husband, she was like river dried with its water grown thin not fit for ablution, like night during the dark fortnight.

The delicate lady with beautiful limbs, who deserves to be in a house whose interiors are decorated with gems, was like a lotus plucked out and scorched by heat

Like a royal elephant king's consort separated from her lord, held and tied to a pillar, she was sighing heavily with intense grief. Looking beautiful with a long single plait of hair carelessly made, she was like a dark row of trees at the end of rainy season on the land .

She became thin and emaciated through fasting and grief, depressed due to brooding, eating little but rich with austerities.

She was like a goddess tormented with grief, with folded hands mentally supplicating Rama, the foremost of Raghu line, to protect her from the insults of Ravana

Ravana, inviting death, tries to allure the blameless Mythili who was crying, who is looking here and there, who was possessing large eyes with reddish tinge and attractive eyelashes, who is devoted very much to Rama.

Thus Sarga 19 of Sundarakanda in Ramayana the first ever poem composed in Sanskrit by the first poet sage Valmiki

||om tat sat||
समीक्षमाणां रुदतीमनिंदितां
सुपक्ष्म ताम्रायत शुक्ललोचनाम्।
अनुव्रतां राममतीव मैथिलीं
प्रलोभयामास वधाय रावणः ॥23||
स॥। समीक्षमानाम् रुदतीं अनिंदितां सुपक्ष्म ताम्रायत शुक्ललोचनाम् अतीव रामं अनुव्रताम् मैथिलीं रावणः वधाय प्रलोभयामास॥

Ravana, inviting death, tries to allure the blameless Mythili who was crying, who is looking here and there, who was possessing large eyes with reddish tinge and attractive eyelashes, who is devoted very much to Rama.
||om tat sat||