All 34 Uses of

hapless

in

The Ramayana

But when Kaikeyí, youngest queen, With eyes of envious hate had seen The solemn pomp and regal state Prepared the prince to consecrate, She bade the hapless king bestow Two gifts he promised long ago, That Ráma to the woods should flee, And that her child the heir should be.†
Book 1

His tortured senses all astray, While the hapless monarch lay, Then slowly gathering thought and strength To Visvámitra spoke at length: "My son is but a child, I ween; This year he will be just sixteen.†
Book 1

Then thus the king addressed the sage: "No power have I, my lord, to wage War with this evil-minded foe; Now pity on my darling show, And upon me of hapless fate, For thee as God I venerate.†
Book 1

While thus the hapless monarch spoke, Paternal love his utterance broke.†
Book 1

With fiercer words she fiercer yet The hapless father's pleading met: "O Monarch, if thy soul repent The promise and thy free consent, How wilt thou in the world maintain Thy fame for truth unsmirched with stain?†
Book 2

For many a day with sinful care I cherished thee, thou sin and snare, Kept thee, unwitting, like a cord Destined to bind its hapless lord.†
Book 2

Such were the words the bard addressed, With weight of sage advice impressed; And, as he heard, the hapless king Felt deeper yet his sorrow's sting.†
Book 2

For there his reason well-nigh fled, Sighing, with soul disquieted, To torturing pangs a prey, Dismayed, despairing, and distraught, In a fierce whirl of wildering thought The hapless monarch lay, Like Ocean wave-engarlanded Storm-driven from his tranquil bed, The Sun-God in eclipse, Or like a holy seer, heart-stirred With anguish, when a lying word Has passed his heedless lips.†
Book 2

But if thou still wilt go and leave Thy hapless mother here to grieve, I from that hour will food abjure, Nor life without my son endure.†
Book 2

There mighty monsters fearless play, And in their maddened onset slay The hapless wretch who near them goes: The wood, my love, is full of woes.†
Book 2

Thy heart, O King, I have not won; In wild woods roams my banished son; Far are my friends: ah, hapless me, Quite ruined and destroyed by thee.†
Book 2

Unwitting ill, my hapless sire Placed in his bosom coals of fire, And through thy crimes his death he met, O thou whose heart on sin is set.†
Book 2

Hark how the kite above us moans, And calls her young in piteous tones; So may my hapless mother be Still mourning in her home for me.†
Book 2

He spoke: and Janak's hapless child, Scared by his speech so fierce and wild, Trembled for terror, as a frail Young plantain shivers in the gale.†
Book 3

Hapless are they whose sovereign lord, Opposed to all, by all abhorred, Is cruel-hearted, harsh, severe: Thus might a jackal tend the deer.†
Book 3

If aught of ill my lord betide Who led thee here, thy chief and guide, Ah, what will be my hapless fate Left in the wild wood desolate!†
Book 3

If thou refuse to hear my prayer, Of grief and coming woe beware; For the sad fate will fall on thee Which came on hapless Urvasí, When with her foot she chanced to touch Purúravas, and sorrowed much.†
Book 3

Thou who couldst leave bliss, fortune, all, Yea life itself at duty's call, Dost thou not see this outrage done To hapless me, O Raghu's son?†
Book 3

Bowed down with terror and distress, Watched by each cruel giantess,— Like a poor solitary deer When ravening tigresses are near,— The hapless lady lay distraught Like some wild thing but newly caught, And found no solace, no relief From agonizing fear and grief; Not for one moment could forget Each terrifying word and threat, Or the fierce eyes upon her set By those who watched around.†
Book 3

Ah Sítá, whither hast thou fled And left me here disquieted, A hapless mourner, reft of hope, Too feeble with my woe to cope?†
Book 3

Again the hapless Tárá wept As to her husband's side she crept, And wild with sorrow and dismay Sat on the ground where Báli lay.†
Book 4

And hapless Tárá sank below The whelming waters of her woe, Looked upon Báli's face and fell Beside him whom she loved go well, Like a young creeper clinging round A tall tree prostrate on the ground.†
Book 4

The cruel wretch through lust of sway Will seize upon his hapless prey, And to a prison's secret gloom The remnant of my years will doom.†
Book 4

Then, as a tear bedewed her eye, The hapless lady made reply: "I loathe, with heart and soul detest The shameful life your words suggest.†
Book 5

Blest is the king who acts with heed, And ne'er repents one hasty deed; And hapless he whose troubled soul Mourns over days beyond control.†
Book 6

She, one of those who night and day Watching in turns by Sítá lay, Though Rákshas born felt pity's touch, And loved the hapless lady much.†
Book 6

Thy fancy for the Maithil dame, Fate, ruthless Fate, whom none may bend Has urged thee to thy hapless end.†
Book 6

My breast with tender pity swelled: I saw thee from thy home expelled, Reft of all princely state, forlorn, A hapless wanderer travel-worn, Firm in thy purpose to fulfil Thy duty and thy father's will.†
Book 6

The Wind-God's son, in form a man, Raised reverent hands and thus began: "Fond greeting, Prince, I bring to thee, And Ráma's self has sent it: he For whom thy spirit sorrows yet As for a hapless anchoret In Da?†
Book 6

He told how Ráma's might subdued The giants' furious multitude; How Khara with the troops he led And Trisirás and Dúsha? bled: How Ráma, tempted from his cot, The golden deer pursued and shot, And Ráva? came and stole away The Maithil queen his hapless prey, When, as he fought, the dame to save, His noble life Jatáyus gave: How Ráma still the the search renewed, The robber to his hold pursued, Bridging the sea from shore to shore, And found his queen to part no more.†
Book 6

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