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Kiṣkindhā Kānda (The Book of Kishkindha): Canto 52 — The Exit

“Ráma,” he cried, “a prince whose sway All peoples of the earth obey, To Daṇḍak’s tangled forest came With his brave brother and his dame. From that dark shade of forest boughs The giant Rávaṇ stole his spouse. Our king Sugríva’s orders send These Vánars forth to aid his friend, That so the lady be restored Uninjured to her sorrowing lord. With Angad and the rest, this band Has wandered through the southern land, With careful search in every place The lady and the fiend to trace. We roamed the southern region o’er, And stood upon the ocean’s shore. By hunger pressed our strength gave way; Beneath the spreading trees we lay, And cried, worn out with toil and woe, “No farther, comrades, can we go.” Then as our sad eyes looked around We spied an opening in the ground, Where all was gloomy dark behind The creeping plants that o’er it twined. Forth trooping from the dark-recess Came swans and mallards numberless, With drops upon their shining wings As newly bathed where water springs. “On, comrades, to the cave,” I cried And all within the portal hied. Each clasping fast another’s hand Far onward pressed the Vánar band; And still, as thirst and hunger drove, We traced the mazes of the grove. Here thou with hospitable care Hast fed us with the noblest fare, Preserving us, about to die, With this thy plentiful supply. But how, O pious lady, say, May we thy gracious boon repay?”

He ceased: the ascetic dame replied: “Well, Vánars, am I satisfied. A life of holy works I lead, And from your hands no service need.” Then spake again the Vánar chief: “We came to thee and found relief. Now listen to a new distress, And aid us, holy votaress. Our wanderings in this vasty cave Exhaust the time Sugríva gave. Once more then, lady, grant release, And let thy suppliants go in peace Again upon their errand sped, For King Sugríva’s ire we dread. And the great task our sovereign set, Alas, is unaccomplished yet.”

Thus Hanumán their leader prayed, And thus the dame her answer made: “Scarce may the living find their way Returning hence to light of day; But I will free you through the might Of penance, fast, and holy rite. Close for a while your eyes, or ne’er May you return to upper air.” She ceased: the Vánars all obeyed; Their fingers on their eyes they laid, And, ere a moment’s time had fled, Were through the mazy cavern led. Again the gracious lady spoke, And joy in every bosom woke: “Lo, here again is Vindhya’s hill, Whose valleys trees and creepers fill; And, by the margin of the sea, Praśravaṇ where you fain would be.” With blessings then she bade adieu, And swift within the cave withdrew.