किष्किन्धाकाण्डम्
सर्ग ५१
“Assailed by thirst and hunger, dame, Within a gloomy vault we came. We saw the cavern opening wide, And straight within its depths we hied. But utterly amazed are we At all the marvels that we see. Whose are the golden trees that gleam With splendour like the morning’s beam? These cates of noblest sort? these roots? This wondrous store of rarest fruits? Whose are these calm and cool retreats, These silver homes and golden seats, And lattices of precious stones? Who is the happy lord that owns The golden trees, of rarest scent, Neath loads of fruit and blossom bent? Who, strong in holy zeal, had power To deck the streams with richest dower, And bade the lilies bright with gold The glory of their blooms unfold, Where fish in living gold below The sheen of changing colours show? Thine is the holy power, I ween, That beautified the wondrous scene; But if another’s, lady, deign To tell us, and the whole explain.”
To him the lady of the cave In words like these her answer gave: “Skilled Maya framed in days of old This magic wood of growing gold. The chief artificer in place Was he of all the Dánav race. He, for his wise enchantments famed, This glorious dwelling planned and framed He for a thousand years endured The sternest penance, and secured From Brahmá of all boons the best, The knowledge Uśanas(752) possessed. Lord, by that boon, of all his will, He fashioned all with perfect skill; And, with his blissful state content, In this vast grove a season spent. By Indra’s jealous bolt he fell For loving Hemá’s(753) charms too well. And Brahmá on that nymph bestowed The treasures of this fair abode, Wherein her tranquil days to spend In happiness that ne’er may end. Sprung of a lineage old and high, Merusávarṇi’s(754) daughter, I Guard ever for that heavenly dame This home, Svayamprabhá(755) my name,— For I have loved the lady long, So skilled in arts of dance and song. But say what cause your steps has led The mazes of this grove to tread. How, strangers did ye chance to spy The wood concealed from wanderer’s eye? Tell clearly why ye come: but first Eat of this fruit and quench your thirst.”