Rámáyan of Válmíki (World's Classics Series). Valmiki

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      “We bless thee, and are satisfied.”

      Between the rites some Bráhmans spent

      The time in learned argument,

      With ready flow of speech, sedate,

      There day by day the holy train

      Performed all rites as rules ordain.

      No priest in all that host was found

      But kept the vows that held him bound:

      None, but the holy Vedas knew,

      No Bráhman there was found unfit

      To speak with eloquence and wit.

      And now the appointed time came near

      The sacrificial posts to rear.

      They brought them, and prepared to fix

      Of Fig-wood one, apart to be:

      One column each, the mightiest far:

      So thick the two, the arms of man

      Their ample girth would fail to span.

      All these with utmost care were wrought

      By hand of priests in Scripture taught,

      And all with gold were gilded bright

      To add new splendour to the rite:

      Twenty-and-one those stakes in all,

      Each one-and-twenty cubits tall:

      And one-and-twenty ribbons there

      Hung on the pillars, bright and fair.

      Firm in the earth they stood at last,

      Where cunning craftsmen fixed them fast;

      And there unshaken each remained,

      Octagonal and smoothly planed.

      Then ribbons over all were hung,

      And flowers and scent around them flung.

      Thus decked they cast a glory forth

      The sacrificial altar then

      Was raised by skilful twice-born men,

      In shape and figure to behold

      An eagle with his wings of gold,

      With twice nine pits and formed three-fold

      Each for some special God, beside

      The pillars were the victims tied;

      The birds that roam the wood, the air,

      The water, and the land were there,

      And snakes and things of reptile birth,

      And healing herbs that spring from earth:

      As texts prescribe, in Scripture found,

      Three hundred victims there were bound.

      The steed devoted to the host

      Of Gods, the gem they honour most,

      Was duly sprinkled. Then the Queen

      Kauśalyá, with delighted mien,

      With reverent steps around him paced,

      And with sweet wreaths the victim graced;

      Then with three swords in order due

      She smote the steed with joy, and slew.

      That night the queen, a son to gain,

      With calm and steady heart was fain

      By the dead charger’s side to stay

      From evening till the break of day.

      Then came three priests, their care to lead

      The other queens to touch the steed,

      Upon Kauśalyá to attend,

      Their company and aid to lend.

      As by the horse she still reclined,

      With happy mien and cheerful mind,

      With Rishyaśring the twice-born came

      And praised and blessed the royal dame.

      The priest who well his duty knew,

      And every sense could well subdue,

      From out the bony chambers freed

      And boiled the marrow of the steed.

      Above the steam the monarch bent,

      And, as he smelt the fragrant scent,

      In time and order drove afar

      All error that his hopes could mar.

      Then sixteen priests together came

      And cast into the sacred flame

      The severed members of the horse,

      Made ready all in ordered course.

      On piles of holy Fig-tree raised

      The meaner victims’ bodies blazed:

      The steed, of all the creatures slain,

      Alone required a pile of cane.

      Three days, as is by law decreed,

      Lasted that Offering of the Steed.

      The Chatushṭom began the rite,

      And when the sun renewed his light,

      The Ukthya followed: after came

      The Atirátra’s holy flame.

      These were the rites, and many more

      Arranged by light of holy lore,

      The Aptoryám of mighty power,

      And, each performed in proper hour,

      The Abhijit and Viśvajit

      With every form and service fit;

      And with the sacrifice at night

      The task was done, as laws prescribe:

      The monarch, glory of his tribe,

      Bestowed the land in liberal grants

      Upon the sacred ministrants.

      He gave the region of the east,

      His conquest, to the Hotri priest.

      The west, the celebrant obtained:

      The south, the priest presiding gained:

      The


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