Book, Chapter

 1   1, 2 |    faithful wife~Grant us leave, O royal rishi, grant us blessings
 2   1, 5 |      gentle accents said:~"List, O king! my royal father, monarch
 3   1, 7 |       joy and months of gladness o'er the gentle Sita flew,~
 4   2, 4 |         her son?~Know the truth, O witless woman! Bharat is
 5   2, 5 |        have heard!~Call to mind, O righteous monarch, days
 6   2, 6 |        do my feeble senses fail,~O'er my darkened mind and
 7   2, 6 |          and deathlike faintness o'er his feeble soul prevailed,~
 8   2, 6 |         I see disasters sweeping o'er my empire dark and deep,~
 9   2, 6 |        As the forces of a foeman o'er a scattered army sweep?~
10   2, 6 |        thy sable covering mantle o'er an impious monarch's
11   2, 6 |       thy vast and inky darkness o'er a deed of nameless crime,~
12   2, 6 |  nameless crime,~Reign perennial o'er my sorrows heedless of
13   2, 6 |          the dawning of the day,~O'er a dark life sin-polluted,
14   3, 5 |          day of toilsome journey o'er,~And Ayodhya's loving
15   3, 6 |          travelled, evening fell o'er wood and lea,~And they
16   3, 6 |         the forest shade,~Ganga! o'er the three worlds rolling,
17   3, 6 |          fourteen years of exile o'er!",~On the southern shore
18   3, 8 |     accents said:~'What offence, O mighty monarch, all-unknowing
19   3, 8 |       thou goest, monarch, take, O take thy torturing dart,~
20   3, 8 |      voice I said:~'Not thy son, O holy hermit, but a Khsatra
21   4, 2 |      deed of kindness done,~Rule o'er Dasa-ratha's empire,
22   4, 2 | supplicate thy noble grace,~Rule o'er Raghu's ancient empire,
23   4, 6 |        of silver glory streaming o'er the azure height,~And
24   5, 2 |          Mahua forest stretching o'er the boundless lea,~Pass
25   5, 3 |       fresh and gentle fragrance o'er the rich and laden air,~
26   5, 3 |        shrub and creeper bending o'er the lucid wave,~Where
27   5, 4 |          golden lustre sparkling o'er the dewy lea,~Mantling
28   5, 4 |        rolls the misty streamlet o'er its sandbank soaked in
29   6, 2 |          words addressed:~"List, O passion-smitten maiden!
30   6, 2 |         death-like stupor hovers o'er my lovéd dame,~Let me
31   6, 5 |        of waving tresses mantles o'er thy budding charms,~And
32   6, 6 |       held our lonely way.~This, O pious-hearted hermit, is
33   6, 6 |      forest now.~Rest thee here, O holy Brahman, rich in piety
34   6, 6 |        unrelenting in his wrath,~O'er a bed of pikes of iron
35   6, 7 |          arose the car celestial o'er the hill and wooded vale,~
36   7, 1 |         swore undying friendship o'er the altar blazing high,~
37   7, 6 |        gorges of Narmada rolling o'er its rocky bed,~By the
38   8, 3 |       confess no monarch's sway,~O'er the face of rolling waters
39   8, 4 |        days gone by,~Once again, O loving vision, wilt thou
40   8, 4 |       waft her heart's affection o'er the billows of the sea,~
41   9, 5 |         and free:~"Need is none, O mighty monarch, for a battle
42   9, 7 |         foeman speeds in triumph o'er a heedless monarch's
43   9, 9 |      whom fears of danger daunt!~O, the love of near relations!-
44   9, 10|          by will of Heaven!~Yet, O! yet, my king and elder,
45   9, 10|     brother's death,~Ponder yet, O Raksha monarch, save thy
46  10, 2 |        live to boast his triumph o'er thy world-subduing might,~
47  10, 2 |    longing till her Rama's exile o'er,~He would soothe her
48  10, 2 |   hopeful Vanars, how they watch o'er Rama's face,~How they
49  10, 2 |      decaying fingers sweeps not o'er thy Rama's face!~Listen
50  10, 4 |          him spoke.~"Thou alone, O Kumbha-karna, can the Raksha'
51  10, 5 |      fight no more.~Hear my vow, O Lord of Rakshas! ere descends
52  10, 6 |      when night its sable mantle o'er the earth and ocean drew,~
53  10, 7 |       done,~In a brighter world, O monarch, lives thy brave,
54  10, 8 |       that on wings of lightning o'er the field of battle spread.~
55  10, 8 |          a dark disaster mantled o'er the vale and rock,~And
56  10, 9 |          or fatal shadow darkens o'er my hapless life,~Victim
57  11, 1 |      your token came your vassal o'er the wave,~To assist a
58  11, 1 |      shadow of dishonour darkens o'er a woman's life,~Death
59  11, 3 |         sacred grove!~Dost thou, o'er the Dandak forest, view
60  11, 4 |          rich and brave,~Proudly o'er the gay procession did,
61  11, 4 |    pealing vault of sky!~Sailing o'er the cloudless ether Rama'
62  12, 3 |         All thy matchless deeds, O monarch, in this Lay will
63  12, 3 |        but the hours of day were o'er,~And Valmiki's youthful
64  12, 5 |  Fragrance of celestial blossoms o'er the royal chambers flew.~
65  12, 5 |        and his days of bliss are o'er!~