For whom the people long as anxiously as a pair of thirsting chataks, in the season of autumn, for the rainfall of Arcturus.
Go at once, my darling, I beg of you, and bathe and take something nice to eat, such as you like, and then, dear boy, approach your father: I, your mother, protest there has been too much delay.” On hearing his mother’s most loving speech, which seemed as the flower of the paradisal tree of affection laden with the fragrance of delight and produced from the stem of prosperity, Râma’s bee-like soul was not distracted by the delight, but in his righteousness he distinguished the path of virtue, and thus in honeyed tones addressed his mother: “My father has assigned me the woods for my realm, where I shall have much in every way to do. Give me your orders, mother, with a cheerful heart, that I too may cheerfully and in auspicious wise set out for the forest. Do not in your affection give way to causeless alarm; my happiness, mother, depends on your consent.
Go at once, my darling, I beg of you, and bathe and take something nice to eat, such as you like, and then, dear boy, approach your father: I, your mother, protest there has been too much delay.” On hearing his mother’s most loving speech, which seemed as the flower of the paradisal tree of affection laden with the fragrance of delight and produced from the stem of prosperity, Râma’s bee-like soul was not distracted by the delight, but in his righteousness he distinguished the path of virtue, and thus in honeyed tones addressed his mother: “My father has assigned me the woods for my realm, where I shall have much in every way to do. Give me your orders, mother, with a cheerful heart, that I too may cheerfully and in auspicious wise set out for the forest. Do not in your affection give way to causeless alarm; my happiness, mother, depends on your consent.