Now when the high-souled monarch's rite, The Asvamedh, was finished quite, Their sacrificial dues obtained, The Gods their heavenly homes regained. The lofty-minded saints withdrew, Each to his place, with honor due, And kings and chieftains, one and all, Who came to grace the festival. And Dasaratha, ere they went, Addressed them thus benevolent:-- "Now may you, each with joyful heart, To your own realms, O Kings, depart. Peace and good luck attend you there, And blessing, is my friendly prayer; Let cares of state each mind engage To guard his royal heritage. A monarch from his throne expelled No better than the dead is held. So he who cares for power and might Must guard his realm and royal right. Such care a meed in heaven will bring Better than rites and offering. Such care a king his country owes As man upon himself bestows, When for his body he provides Raiment and every need besides. For future days should kings foresee, And keep the present error-free." Thus did the King the kings exhort-- They heard, and turned them from the court, And, each to each in friendship bound, Went forth to all the realms around. The rites were o'er, the guests were sped, The train the best of Bráhmans led-- In which the King with joyful soul, With his dear wives, and with the whole Of his imperial host and train Of cars and servants turned again, And, as a monarch dear to fame, Within his royal city came.
Next, Rishyasring, well-honored sage, And Sántá, sought their hermitage. The King himself, of prudent mind, Attended him, with troops behind, And all her men the town outpoured With Saint Vasishtha and their lord. High mounted on a car of state, O'ercanopied fair Sántá sate, Drawn by white oxen, while a band Of servants marched on either hand. Great gifts of countless price she bore, With sheep and goats and gems in store. Like Beauty's self the lady shone With all the jewels she had on, As, happy in her sweet content, Peerless amid the fair she went. Not Queen Paulomí's self could be More loving to her lord than she. She who had lived in happy ease, Honored with all her heart could please, While dames and kinsfolk ever vied To see her wishes gratified-- Soon as she knew her husband's will Again to seek the forest, still Was ready for the hermit's cot, Nor murmured at her altered lot. The King attended to the wild That hermit and his own dear child, And in the centre of a throng Of noble courtiers rode along. The sage's son had let prepare A lodge within the wood, and there Awhile they lingered blithe and gay, Then, duly honored, went their way. The glorious hermit Rishyasring Drew near and thus besought the King:-- "Return, my honored lord, I pray, Return, upon thy homeward way." The monarch, with the waiting crowd, Lifted his voice and wept aloud, And with eyes dripping still to each Of his good queens he spake this speech:-- "Kausalyá and Sumitrá dear, And thou, my sweet Kaikeyí, hear-- All upon Sántá feast your gaze, The last time for a length of days." To 'Sántá's side the ladies leapt, And hung about her neck and wept, And cried, "O, happy be the life Of this great Bráhman and his wife. The Wind, the Fire, the Moon on high, The Earth, the Streams, the circling Sky, Preserve thee in the wood, true spouse, Devoted to thy husband's vows. And O dear Sántá, ne'er neglect To pay the dues of meek respect To the great saint, thy husband's sire, With all observance and with fire. And, sweet one, pure of spot and blame. Forget not thou thy husband's claim; In every change, in good and ill, Let thy sweet words delight him still, And let thy worship constant be-- Her lord is woman's deity. To learn thy welfare, dearest friend, The King will many a Bráhman send. Let happy thoughts thy spirit cheer, And be not troubled, daughter dear."