Scene 130
Part 2: The Ramayan of Valmiki · Act 6: Book 6
The Consecration
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Then, reverent hand to hand applied, Thus Bharat to his brother cried: "Thy realm, O King, is now restored, Uninjured to the rightful lord. This feeble arm with toil and pain, The weighty charge could scarce sustain. And the great burthen wellnigh broke The neck untrained to bear the yoke. The royal swan outspeeds the crow: The steed is swift, the mule is slow, Nor can my feeble feet be led O'er the rough ways where thine should tread. Now grant what all thy subjects ask: Begin, O King, thy royal task. Now let our longing eyes behold The glorious rite ordained of old, And on the new-found monarch's head Let consecrating drops be shed."
He ceased; victorious Rama bent His head in token of assent. He sat, and tonsors trimmed with care His tangles of neglected hair Then, duly bathed, the hero shone With all his splendid raiment on. And Sita with the matrons' aid Her limbs in shining robes arrayed, Sumantra then, the charioteer, Drew, ordered by Satrughna near, And stayed within the hermit grove The chariot and the steeds he drove. Therein Sugriva's consorts, graced With gems, and Rama's queen were placed, All fain Ayodhya to behold: And swift away the chariot rolled. Like Indra Lord of Thousand Eyes, Drawn by fleet lions through the skies. Thus radiant in his glory showed King Rama as he homeward rode, In power and might unparalleled. The reins the hand of Bharat held. Above the peerless victor's head The snow-white shade Satrughna spread, And Lakshman's ever-ready hand His forehead with a chourie fanned. Vibhishan close to Lakshman's side Sharing his task a chourie plied. Sugriva on Satrunjay came, An elephant of hugest frame: Nine thousand others bore, behind, The chieftains of the Vanar kind All gay, in forms of human mould, With rich attire and gems and gold. Thus borne along in royal state King Rama reached Ayodbya's gate With merry noise of shells and drums And joyful shouts, He comes, he comes, A Brahman host with solemn tread, And kine the long procession led, And happy maids in ordered bands Threw grain and gold with liberal hands. Neath gorgeous flags that waved in rows On towers and roofs and porticoes. Mid merry crowds who sang and cheered The palace of the king they neared. Then Raghu's son to Bharat, best Of duty's slaves, these words addressed: "Pass onward to the monarch's hall. The high-souled Vanars with thee call, And let the chieftains, as is meet, The widows of our father greet. And to the Vanar king assign Those chambers, best of all, which shine With lazulite and pearl inlaid, And pleasant grounds with flowers and shade."