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Kiṣkindhā Kānda (The Book of Kishkindha): Canto 60 — Sampáti’s Story

Then from the flood Sampáti paid Due offerings to his brother’s shade. He bathed him when the rites were done, And spake again to Báli’s son: “Now listen, Prince, while I relate How first I learned the lady’s fate. Burnt by the sun’s resistless might I fell and lay on Vindhya’s height. Seven nights in deadly swoon I passed, But struggling life returned at last. Around I bent my wondering view, But every spot was strange and new. I scanned the sea with eager ken, And rock and brook and lake and glen, I saw gay trees their branches wave, And creepers mantling o’er the cave. I heard the wild birds’ joyous song, And waters as they foamed along, And knew the lovely hill must be Mount Vindhya by the southern sea. Revered by heavenly beings, stood Near where I lay, a sacred wood, Where great Niśakar dwelt of yore And pains of awful penance bore. Eight thousand seasons winged their flight Over the toiling anchorite— Upon that hill my days were spent,— And then to heaven the hermit went. At last, with long and hard assay, Down from that height I made my way, And wandered through the mountain pass Rough with the spikes of Darbha grass. I with my misery worn, and faint Was eager to behold the saint: For often with Jaṭáyus I Had sought his home in days gone by. As nearer to the grove I drew The breeze with cooling fragrance blew, And not a tree that was not fair, With richest flower and fruit was there. With anxious heart a while I stayed Beneath the trees’ delightful shade, And soon the holy hermit, bright With fervent penance, came in sight. Behind him bears and lions, tame As those who know their feeder, came, And tigers, deer, and snakes pursued His steps, a wondrous multitude, And turned obeisant when the sage Had reached his shady hermitage. Then came Niśakar to my side And looked with wondering eyes, and cried: “I knew thee not, so dire a change Has made thy form and feature strange. Where are thy glossy feathers? where The rapid wings that cleft the air? Two vulture brothers once I knew: Each form at will could they endue. They of the vulture race were kings, And flew with Mátariśva’s(774) wings. In human shape they loved to greet Their hermit friend, and clasp his feet. The younger was Jaṭáyus, thou The elder whom I gaze on now. Say, has disease or foeman’s hate Reduced thee from thy high estate?”