सर्ग ४१

He gathered next a chosen band For service in the southern land. He summoned Níla son of Fire, And, offspring of the eternal Sire, Jámbaván bold and strong and tall, And Hanumán, the best of all, And many a valiant lord beside,(689) With Angad for their chief and guide. “Go forth,” he cried, “with all this host Exploring to the southern coast: The thousand peaks that Vindhya shows Where every tree and creeper grows: Where Narmadá’s(690) sweet waters run, And serpents bask them in the sun: Where Krishṇaveṇí’s(691) currents flee, And sparkles fair Godávarí.(692) Through Mekhal(693) pass and Utkal’s(694) land: Go where Daśárṇa’s(695) cities stand. Avantí(696) seek, of high renown, And Abravanti’s(697) glorious town. Search every hill and brook and cave Where Daṇḍak’s woods their branches wave Ayomukh’s(698) woody hill explore Whose sides are bright with richest ore, Lifting his glorious head on high From bloomy groves that round him lie. Search well his forests where the breeze Blows fragrant from the sandal trees. Then will you see Káverí’s(699) stream Whose pleasant waters glance and gleam, And to the lovely banks entice The sportive maids of Paradise. High on the top of Malaya’s(700) hill, In holy musing, calm and still, Sits, radiant as the Lord of Light, Agastya,(701) noblest anchorite. Soon as that lofty-thoughted lord His high permission shall accord, Pass Támraparṇí’s(702) flood whose isles Are loved by basking crocodiles. The sandal woods that fringe her side Those islets and her waters hide; While, like an amorous matron, she Speeds to her own dear lord the sea. Thence hasting on your way behold The Páṇḍyas’(703) gates of pearl and gold. Then, with your task maturely planned, On ocean’s shore your feet will stand. Where, by Agastya’s high decree, Mahendra,(704) planted in the sea, With tinted peaks against the tide Rises in solitary pride, And glorious in his golden glow Spurns back the waves that beat below. Fair mountain, bright with creepers’ bloom And every tint that trees assume, Where Yaksha, God, and heavenly maid Meet wandering in the lovely shade, At changing moon and solemn tide By Indra’s presence glorified. One hundred leagues in fair extent An island(705) fronts the continent: No man may tread its glittering shore, With utmost heed that isle explore, For the fair country owns the sway Of Rávaṇ whom we burn to slay. A mighty monster stands to keep The passage of the southern deep. Lifting her awful arms on high She grasps e’en shadows as they fly. Speed through that isle, and onward still Where in mid sea the Flowery Hill(706) Raises on high his bloomy head By saints and angels visited. There, with a hundred gleaming peaks Bright as the sun, the sky he seeks, One glorious peak the Lord of Day Gilds ever with his loving ray; Thereon ne’er yet the glances fell Of thankless wretch or infidel. Bow to that hill in reverence due, And then once more your search pursue. Beyond that glorious mountain hie, And Súryaván,(707) proud hill is nigh. Your rapid course yet farther bend Where Vaidyut’s(708) airy peaks ascend. There trees of noblest sort, profuse Of wealth, their kindly gifts produce. Their precious fruits, O Vánars, taste, The honey sip, and onward haste. Next will ye see Mount Kunjar rise, Who cheers with beauty hearts and eyes. There is Agastya’s(709) mansion, decked By heaven’s all moulding architect. Near Bhogavatí(710) stands, the place Where dwell the hosts of serpent race: A broad-wayed city, walled and barred, Which watchful legions keep and guard, The fiercest of the serpent youth, Each awful for his venomed tooth: And throned in his imperial hall Is Vásuki(711) who rules them all. Explore the serpent city well, Search town and tower and citadel, And scan each field and wood that lies Around it, with your watchful eyes. Beyond that spot your way pursue: A noble mountain shall ye view, Named Rishabh, like a mighty bull, With gems made bright and beautiful. All trees of sandal flourish there Of heavenly fragrance, rich and rare. But, though they tempt your longing eyes, Avoid to touch them, and be wise. For Rohitas, a guardian band Of fierce Gandharvas, round them stand, Who five bright sovereign lords(712) obey, In glory like the God of Day. Here by good deeds a home is won With shapes like fire, the moon, the sun. Here they who merit heaven by worth Dwell on the confines of the earth. There stay: beyond it, dark and drear, Lies the departed spirits’ sphere, And, girt with darkness, far from bliss, Is Yáma’s sad metropolis.(713) So far, my lords, o’er land and sea Your destined course is plain and free. Beyond your steps you may not set, Where living thing ne’er journeyed yet. With utmost care these realms survey, And all you meet upon the way. And, when the lady’s course is traced, Back to your king, O Vánars, haste. And he who tells me he has seen. After long search, the Maithil queen, Shall gain a noble guerdon: he In power and bliss shall equal me. Dear as my very life, above His fellows in his master’s love; I call him, yea though stained with crime. My kinsman from that happy time.”