“Has that timid one been carried away or killed or devoured or is she drowned or has she hidden herself in the forest? Perchance she has not yet returned from gathering fruit and flowers or she has gone to bring back water from the pools or the river?”įaint with seeking, without finding any trace of his beloved in the forest, running from tree to tree, scaling the hills, searching by river and stream, lamenting the while and overcome with grief, he appeared like one struggling in a morass! Seeing the deserted hermitage, with its trees that seemed to be weeping,its flowers faded, the deer and the birds melancholy, bereft of charm, wholly desolate, the forest Deities having forsaken it, the mats and deer-skins lying here and there, the grassy seats withered and trampled upon, Rama began to weep and cry out:. To that descendant of Raghu, his thatched hut, without Sita, appeared like a lake bereft of lotuses, shorn of its beauty at the end of summer. Observing these inauspicious signs, he enquired repeatedly of Lakshmana:-“Can all be well with Sita?”Įager to see her again, he quickened his pace and hastened on, but when he reached the hermitage, he found it deserted and, filled with apprehension, began to run hither and thither, searching everywhere. As Rama hastened on, his left eye began to twitch he stumbled and was seized with a fit of trembling.
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