Ramayana 2.197

"Fie on thee, dame!" the monarch said; Each of her people bent his head, And stood in shame and sorrow mute: She marked not, bold and resolute. Then great Siddharth, inflamed with rage, The good old councillor and sage On whose wise rede the king relied, To Queen Kaikeyi thus replied: "But Asamanj the cruel laid His hands on infants as they played, Cast them to Sarju's flood, and smiled For pleasure when he drowned a child."(311) The people saw, and, furious, sped Straight the the king his sire and said: "Choose us, O glory of the throne, Choose us, or Asamanj alone." "Whence comes this dread?" the monarch cried; And all the people thus replied: "In folly, King, he loves to lay Fierce hands upon our babes at play, Casts them to Sarju's flood and joys To murder our bewildered boys." With heedful ear the king of men Heard each complaining citizen. To please their troubled minds he strove, And from the state his son he drove. With wife and gear upon a car He placed him quick, and sent him far. And thus he gave commandment, "He Shall all his days an exile be." With basket and with plough he strayed O'er mountain heights, through pathless shade, Roaming all lands a weary time, An outcast wretch defiled with crime. Sagar, the righteous path who held, His wicked offspring thus expelled. But what has Rama done to blame? Why should his sentence be the same? No sin his stainless name can dim; We see no fault at all in him. Pure as the moon, no darkening blot On his sweet life has left a spot. If thou canst see one fault, e'en one, To dim the fame of Raghu's son, That fault this hour, O lady, show, And Rama to the wood shall go. To drive the guiltless to the wild, Truth's constant lover, undefiled, Would, by defiance of the right, The glory e'en of Indra blight. Then cease, O lady, and dismiss Thy hope to ruin Rama's bliss, Or all thy gain, O fair of face, Will be men's hatred, and disgrace."