BOOK II.

Damayanti, ever after--she the swan's sweet speech had heard--

With herself she dwelt no longer--all herself with Nala dwelt.

Lost in thought she sate dejected--pale her melancholy cheek,

Damayanti sate and yielded--all her soul to sighs of grief.

Upward gazing, meditative--with a wild distracted look,

Wan was all her soft complexion--and with passion heart-possessed,[23]

Nor in sleep nor gentle converse--nor in banquets found she joy;

Night nor day she could not slumber--Woe! oh woe! she wept and said.

Her no longer her own mistress--from her looks, her gesture, knew

Damayanti's virgin handmaids--to Vidarbha's monarch they

Told how pined his gentle daughter--for the sovereign of men.

This from Damayanti's maidens--when the royal Bhima heard,

In his mind he gravely pondered--for his child what best were done.

"Wherefore is my gentle daughter--from herself in mind estranged?"

When the lord of earth his daughter--saw in blooming youth mature,

Knew he for the Swayembara[24]--Damayanti's time was come.

Straight the lord of many peasants[25]--summoned all the chiefs of earth,

"Come ye to the Swayembara--all ye heroes of the world!"

Damayanti's Swayembara--soon as heard the kings of men,

All obeyed king Bhima's summons--all to Bhima's court drew near;

Elephants, and steeds, and chariots--swarmed along the sounding land;

All with rich and various garlands[26]--with his stately army each--

All the lofty-minded rajas--Bhima with the arm of strength,

As beseemed, received with honour--on their thrones of state they sate.

At this very hour the wisest--of the sages, the divine,

Moving in their might ascended--up from earth to Indra's world.[27]

Great in holiness and wisdom--Narada and Parvata[28]

Honoured entered they the palace--of the monarch of the gods.

Them salutes the cloud-compeller[29]--of their everlasting weal,

Of their weal the worlds pervading--courteous asks the immortal lord.

NARADA _spake_.

Well it fares with us, Immortal--in our weal the world partakes--

In the world, O cloud-compeller--well it fares with all her kings.

VRIHADASVA _spake_.

He that Bali slew and Vritra--asked of Narada again--

All earth's just and righteous rulers--reckless of their lives in fight--

Who the shafts' descending death-blow--meet with unaverted eye--

Theirs this everlasting kingdom[30]--even as Kamadhuk is mine.[31]

Where are they, the Kshetriya heroes?--wherefore see I not approach

All the earth's majestic guardians--all mine ever-honoured guests.

Thus addressed by holy Sakra[32]--Narada replied and said:

"Hear me now, O cloud-compeller--why earth's kings appear not here.

Of Vidarbha's king the daughter--Damayanti, the renowned;

Through the earth the loveliest women--in her beauty she transcends--

Soon she holds her Swayembara--soon her lord the maid will choose.

Thither all the kings are hastening--thither all the sons of kings.

Suitors for her hand the rajas--her of all the world the pearl,

O thou mighty giant slayer!--one and all approach to woo."

As they spake, the world-protectors[33]--with the god of fire drew near;

Of the immortals all, the highest--stood before the king of gods.

As they all stood silent hearing--Narada's majestic speech,

All exclaimed in sudden rapture--thither we likewise will go;

All the immortals on the instant,--with their chariots, with their hosts,

Hastened down towards Vidarbha--where the lords of earth were met.

Nala, too, no sooner heard he--of that concourse of the kings,

Set he forth, with soul all sanguine--full of Damayanti's love.

Saw the gods, king Nala standing--on the surface of the earth;

Standing in transcendent beauty--equal to the god of love.[34]

Him beheld the world's high guardians--in his radiance like the sun;

Each arrested stood and silent--at his peerless form amazed.

All their chariots the celestials--in the midway air have checked.

Through the blue air then descending--they Nishadha's king address.

Ho! what, ho! Nishadha's monarch--Nala, king, for truth renowned;

Do our bidding, bear our message--O, most excellent of men.

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