Ramayana 3.320

Ramayana · translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thus Indra spoke, and Sleep fulfilled With joy his mandate, as he willed, To aid the plan the Gods proposed, The demons' eyes in sleep she closed. Then Sachi's lord, the Thousand-eyed, To the Asoka garden hied. He came and stood where Sita lay, And gently thus began to say: "Lord of the Gods who hold the sky, Dame of the lovely smile, am I. Weep no more, lady, weep no more; Thy days of woe will soon be o'er. I come, O Janak's child, to be The helper of thy lord and thee. He through my grace, with hosts to aid, This sea-girt land will soon invade. 'Tis by my art that slumbers close The eyelids of thy giant foes. Now I, with Sleep, this place have sought, Videhan lady, and have brought A gift of heaven's ambrosial food To stay thee in thy solitude. Receive it from my hand, and taste, O lady of the dainty waist: For countless ages thou shall be From pangs of thirst and hunger free."

Ramayana 3.320 · Ramayana · 3

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The Divine Grief Charity Children Joy Loneliness Mercy Nature

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