||Sundarakanda ||

|| Sarga 19||(Summary in English)

 

(PS: This is a true translation of the Sanskrit epic which tends to have long descriptive sentences which are retained as they are)||om tat sat||

Sundarakanda
Sarga 19

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.

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 crying she was meditating on one Rama and only Rama yet 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 a 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 is dried. 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 is 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 is 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 gems, she is like a lotus stem plucked out and scorched. 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 is like a dark row of trees at the end of rainy season on the land. She was wasted 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 tries to allure and kill the blameless Mythili with large eyes and with attractive eyelashes and large bright eyes devoted very much to Rama who was crying.

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

Thus ends Sarga eighteen of Sundarakanda in Ramayana the first poem composed by the first poet sage Valmiki

||om tat sat||