“Your name is sentinel over her by night and day; her contemplation of you is as a prison-gate; her eyes are the fetters for her feet; how then is it possible for her life to flit away?
“When I was leaving, she gave me this jewel from her hair.” Raghupati took and clasped it to his heart, while his eyes overflowed with tears. “And did Sita send any message also?” “Embrace the feet of my lord and his brother, crying, ‘O friend of the poor, reliever of the suppliant’s distress; in heart, word and deed, I am devoted to your service; for what offence, my lord, have You deserted me? Of one fault I am myself conscious, in that I still continue to live, though separated from You. But this, my lord, is the fault of my eyes which prevent my soul from taking flight. In this furnace of bereavement which is fanned by my sighs, my body is as it were a heap of cotton and would be consumed in a moment, but my eyes drop such a flood in self-commiseration that it cannot catch fire. Sita’s distress is so utterly overwhelming and You are so pitiful that it is better not to describe it.
“When I was leaving, she gave me this jewel from her hair.” Raghupati took and clasped it to his heart, while his eyes overflowed with tears. “And did Sita send any message also?” “Embrace the feet of my lord and his brother, crying, ‘O friend of the poor, reliever of the suppliant’s distress; in heart, word and deed, I am devoted to your service; for what offence, my lord, have You deserted me? Of one fault I am myself conscious, in that I still continue to live, though separated from You. But this, my lord, is the fault of my eyes which prevent my soul from taking flight. In this furnace of bereavement which is fanned by my sighs, my body is as it were a heap of cotton and would be consumed in a moment, but my eyes drop such a flood in self-commiseration that it cannot catch fire. Sita’s distress is so utterly overwhelming and You are so pitiful that it is better not to describe it.