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The Ramayana

Devoid of envy, firm, and sage, Whose tranquil soul ne'er yields to rage?†
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But still on this his constant thought Kept brooding, as his home he sought; While Bharadvája paced behind, A pupil sage of lowly mind, And in his hand a pitcher bore With pure fresh water brimming o'er.†
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Then glorious Brahmá,(47) Lord Most High, Creator of the earth and sky, The four-faced God, to meet the sage Came to Válmíki's hermitage.†
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Thus good Válmíki, sage divine, Rehearsed the tale of Raghu's line, As Nárad, heavenly saint, before Had traced the story's outline o'er.†
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When to the end the tale was brought, Rose in the sage's mind the thought; "Now who throughout this earth will go, And tell it forth that all may know?"†
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When, half the hermit's grace to gain, And half because they loved the strain, The youth within their hearts had stored The poem that his lips outpoured, Válmíki kissed them on the head, As at his feet they bowed, and said; "Recite ye this heroic song In tranquil shades where sages throng: Recite it where the good resort, In lowly home and royal court."†
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Those sages versed in holy lore Praised the sweet minstrels more and more: And wondered at the singers' skill, And the bard's verses sweeter still, Which laid so clear before the eye The glorious deeds of days gone by.†
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There reigned a king of name revered, To country and to town endeared, Great Dasaratha, good and sage, Well read in Scripture's holy page: Upon his kingdom's weal intent, Mighty and brave and provident; The pride of old Ikshváku's seed For lofty thought and righteous deed.†
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The twice-born sages, whose delight Was Scripture's page and holy rite, Their calm and settled course pursued, Nor sought the menial multitude.†
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Two sages, holy saints, had he, His ministers and priests to be: Vasish? ha, faithful to advise, And Vámadeva, Scripture-wise.†
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With these the sage Sumantra, skilled To urge the car, high station filled.†
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To many a sage in time of old, Sanatkumár, the saint, foretold How from thine ancient line, O King, A son, when years came round, should spring.†
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Thus did the godlike saint of old The will of fate declare, And all that should befall unfold Amid the sages there.†
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To ancient priests he spoke, who, trained In holy rites, deep skill had gained: "Here guards be stationed, good and sage Religious men of trusted age.†
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The sage Vasi?†
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Then by the sage Vasish? ha led The priest begun to speed Those glorious rites wherein is shed The lifeblood of the steed.†
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Mad with thy boon, his impious rage Smites saint and bard and God and sage.†
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Each God, each sage became a sire, Each minstrel of the heavenly quire,(112) Each faun,(113) of children strong and good Whose feet should roam the hill and wood.†
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Next, Rishyasring, well-honoured sage, And Sántá, sought their hermitage.†
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The sage's son had let prepare A lodge within the wood, and there While they lingered blithe and gay.†
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But when the sage had past from view King Dasaratha turned him too, Still fixing on his friend each thought.†
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The glorious sage his way pursued Till close before his eyes he viewed Sweet Champá, Lomapád's fair town, Wreathed with her Champacs'(126) leafy crown.†
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Soon as the saint's approach he knew, The king, to yield him honour due, Went forth to meet him with a band Of priests and nobles of the land: "Hail, Sage," he cried, "O joy to me!†
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Thy father, honoured Sage, is well, Who hither from his woodland cell Has sent full many a messenger For tidings both of thee and her.†
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To greet the sage the reverent crowd Raised suppliant hands and humbly bowed.†
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For evil fiends that roam by night Disturbed him in each holy rite, And in their strength and frantic rage Assailed with witcheries the sage.†
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The king with priest and peer arose And ran the sage to meet, As Indra from his palace goes Lord Brahmá's self to greet.†
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Thou, holy Sage, in days of old Among the royal saints enrolled, Didst, penance-glorified, within The Bráhman caste high station win.†
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This seems a marvel to mine eyes: All sin thy visit purifies; And I by seeing thee, O Sage, Have reaped the fruit of pilgrimage.†
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Nine thousand circling years have fled With all their seasons o'er my head, And as a hard-won boon, O sage, These sons have come to cheer mine age.†
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What is the demons' might, O Sage?†
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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.†
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As Visvámitra, mighty sage, Was moved with this tempestuous rage, Earth rocked and reeled throughout her frame, And fear upon the Immortals came.†
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Upon fair Sarjú's southern shore They now had walked a league and more, When thus the sage in accents mild To Ráma said: "Beloved child, This lustral water duly touch: My counsel will avail thee much.†
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"(151) At that great sage's high behest Up sprang the princely pair, To bathing rites themselves addressed, And breathed the holiest prayer.†
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When thus the sage without a peer Had closed that story strange to hear, Ráma again the saint addressed To set one lingering doubt at rest: "O holy man, 'tis said by all That spirits' strength is weak and small: How can she match, of power so slight, A thousand elephants in might?"†
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Inflamed with hunger's wildest rage, Roaring she rushed upon the sage.†
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The sage austere, True to his vows, from evil clear, Called forth the names of those great charms Whose powers restrain the deadly arms.†
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Then tell me all, thou holy Sage, And whose this pleasant hermitage In which those wicked ones delight To mar and kill each holy rite.†
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To whom, O Sage, belongs this land In which thine altars ready stand!†
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Then, thus addressed, the holy man, The very glorious sage, began The high preliminary rite.†
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His pupils, deep in Scripture's page, Followed behind the holy sage, And servants from the sacred grove A hundred wains for convoy drove.†
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There lived a sage called Chúli then, Devoutest of the sons of men; His days in penance rites he spent, A glorious saint, most continent.†
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Thus urged, the sage recounted both The birth of Gangá and her growth: "The mighty hill with metals stored, Himálaya, is the mountains' lord, The father of a lovely pair Of daughters fairest of the fair: Their mother, offspring of the will Of Meru, everlasting hill, Mená, Himálaya's darling, graced With beauty of her dainty waist.†
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The good Bhagírath, royal sage, Had no fair son to cheer his age.†
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Then every spirit, sage, and bard, Condemned to earth by sentence hard, Pressed eagerly around the tide That Siva's touch had sanctified.†
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God, sage, and bard, the chief in place Of spirits and the Nága race, Nymph, giant, fiend, in long array Sped where Bhagírath led the way; And all the hosts the flood that swim Followed the stream that followed him.†
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Then God, and sage, and bard, afraid, To noble high-souled Jahnu prayed, And begged that he would kindly deem His own dear child that holy stream.†
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Nor was she by the sages' peer, Blest with all virtues, most austere, Thy sire Dilípa, hither brought, Though with fierce prayers the boon he sought.†
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The royal sage no more delayed, But, the libation duly paid, Home to his regal city hied With water cleansed and purified.†
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(sage as in: sage advice)
profound wisdom; or one known for being wise