The Ramayan

Then Rama, Sita, Lakshman bent At the king's feet, and sadly went Round him with slow steps reverent. When Rama of the duteous heart Had gained his sire's consent to part, With Sita by his side he paid Due reverence to the queen dismayed. And Lakshman, with affection meet, Bowed down and clasped his mother's feet. Sumitra viewed him as he pressed Her feet, and thus her son addressed: "Neglect not Rama wandering there, But tend him with thy faithful care. In hours of wealth, in time of woe, Him, sinless son, thy refuge know. From this good law the just ne'er swerve, That younger sons the eldest serve, And to this righteous rule incline All children of thine ancient line-- Freely to give, reward each rite, Nor spare their bodies in the fight. Let Rama Dasaratha be, Look upon Sita as on me, And let the cot wherein you dwell Be thine Ayodhya. Fare thee well." Her blessing thus Sumitra gave To him whose soul to Rama clave, Exclaiming, when her speech was done, "Go forth, O Lakshman, go, my son. Go forth, my son to win success, High victory and happiness. Go forth thy foemen to destroy, And turn again at last with joy."

As Matali his charioteer Speaks for the Lord of Gods to hear, Sumantra, palm to palm applied, In reverence trained, to Rama cried: "O famous Prince, my car ascend,-- May blessings on thy course attend,-- And swiftly shall my horses flee And place thee where thou biddest me. The fourteen years thou hast to stay Far in the wilds, begin to-day; For Oueen Kaikeyi cries, Away."