The Story Of Prince Dë©sing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was the month of May and glorious roseA
The sun on Jinji bathing in his lightB
Her lofty hills her ancient walls and towersC
Her battlements and all the glittering sceneD
That bade the stranger tell here lives a princeE
And greeting late as if too long he sleptF
Upon his ocean bed the eager crowdG
That in their best attire at early dawnH
Fast gathered from their hamlets far and wideI
And like a hive swarmed on the castled hillsJ
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Perhaps some village poet waited thereK
Who day and night toiled hard in metres rareK
To sing the deeds and virtues of his princeE
And trace them on the leaves of that lone palmL
Which stood close by his humble cottage homeM
Perhaps with faces that bespoke deep griefN
A troop of farmers there had come to tellO
To their sport loving prince the havoc wroughtP
Upon their toiling cattle by wild beastsQ
That nightly from their hill abodes came downR
To feast on them And in that motley crowdG
Were servants of the state and many moreS
Who long had waited merely for a glimpseT
Of their just ruler D sing holding courtU
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But soon there echoed through the lofty hillsJ
The sound of th' Indian bugle and the drumV
Proclaiming the arrival of the princeE
And often as the new flood rushing downR
With the still waters of a sleeping streamW
Leaves nought behind and all is vacancyX
Or as the dim light of a shallow lampY
Suddenly blazes forth and soon is quenchedU
So louder rose the clamour of the crowdU
At the sound of the bugle and the drumV
Then straightway in deep silence died awayZ
And perfect stillness reigned everywhereK
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Upon his gorgeous throne sat Jinji's princeE
With servants fanning him on either sideU
And in a place of honour sate in thatU
Capacious hall his holy Brahmin priestU
The master of his well trained army thereK
The chief and trusted min'ster of the stateU
The aged poet that his praises sangA2
The sage that versed in all the starry loreS
His royal master's fortunes daily toldU
The painter that adorned those ancient wallsB2
And countless other servants of the princeE
There gathered each in his accustomed seatU
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Then from the gate approached a trusty pageC2
And said with folded hands and trembling lipsD2
O royal master at the gate there waitsE2
A man of noble mien from the far northF2
Requesting audience on affairs of stateU
Conduct him to our presence said the princeE
The stranger came upon the floor he kneltU
And said Thou mighty prince of these fair landsG2
I come from Arcot and the Nabob sentU
His humble servant to demand of theeX
Thy dues which these five years thou hast not paidU
Know then if these are not now duly paidU
From thee he will these broad dominions wrestU
And give them those who will his rule obeyZ
The angry prince made answer Go and tellO
Your master that his vain threats move us notU
Say we will gladly meet him on the fieldU
So saying from his royal seat he roseA
And to his palace instantly withdrewH2
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As when a stone dropped in the middle ofI2
A placid pool its slumb'ring waters wakesJ2
And the calm surface is all ruffled seenD
Or at the merest touch of ruthless manK2
Bent on the honeyed treasures of the hiveL2
Those myriad ones leave murm'ring to the foeM2
Their hoarded wealth to which they fondly clungN2
So scattered to their distant native homesO2
The bustling crowd that met on Jinji's hillsJ
When he of Arcot came to mar their joysP2
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And days and months rolled on until one dayZ
To D sing came his loyal spy and saidU
My noble ruler on the other sideU
Of the fair stream that runs through yonder plainQ2
There waits our foe of Arcot with his menR2
Prepare to go and meet him on the fieldU
'Twas even time the warrior prince soon wroteU
To Mamood Khan the master of his troopsS2
To hasten to his country's duty firstU
What though it was that soldier's bridal hourT2
When he received his royal master's callU2
My country's welfare first then my fair spouseV2
He said and leapt upon his faithful steedU
And stood ere morn had streaked the eastern skyW2
Before his lord his bidding to obeyZ
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The prince rose early on that fated dayZ
And to the temple of his God repairedU
There to invoke His blessing on the fieldU
Then to the palace hastened he to meetU
Ere he went forth to fight his youthful wifeX2
Who day by day in beauty grew amidstU
A score of maidens like the waxing moonY2
And with a screen of silk between they metU
As one lured by the fragrance of the roseA
Stoops down gently to lift the truant stalkZ2
That to the other side of the thick hedgeA3
Shoots out alone from its own parent stemB3
So fondly down stooped Jinji's noble princeE
To kiss the jewelled arm of his fair spouseV2
Which through the screen she offered to her lordU
Prince D sing was the first who silence brokeC3
My dear wife on the day when we were wedU
These eyes of mine had not e'en this arm seenD
Although on the same bridal seat we satU
The screen which by the custom of our raceD3
Was drawn by cruel hands hid thee from viewH2
So wondrous fair this arm looks that methinksD3
Rare beauties must be seated on thy faceD3
My foe hath come fear not I go to fightU
And come with honours loaded from the fieldU
A victor to rejoice with thee to nightU
At the propitious hour which by the aidU
Of all his starry lore our Brahmin sageC2
Hath for our nuptials named to gaze and scanK2
In silent joy what charms what beauties rareK
The hand divine has showered upon thy faceD3
And to recount to thee when with thine ownE3
My arm in friendship plays what blood it shedU
What havoc in the Moslem camp it wroughtU
So let me now depart To which the QueenD
I was the only daughter of my sireT2
And cradled in his sinewy arms I grewH2
And when upon his warrior breast I laidU
My head to sleep my mother by his sideU
Lulled me with songs of how in days gone byW2
The martial women of our noble raceD3
Went with their husbands by their side to fightU
And one so nursed fears not the Moslem foeM2
But now alas some evil it forebodesD3
That thou shouldst on this day go forth to fightU
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And as she spoke tears trickled down his eyesD3
And one a pearly drop stole to her palmL
She felt it instantly her hand withdrewH2
And then began to speak in words like theseD3
It is not meet that Jinji's valiant princeD3
Should like a child at this last hour shed tearsD3
And fear to meet his foe fear not my lordU
To meet him like a soldier on the fieldU
If thou a victor comest from the fightU
We shall in joy spend our first nuptial nightU
But if thou comest routed from the fieldU
I never more will see thy timid faceD3
Or think that thou art born of Kshatriya raceD3
And if thou fallest bravely fighting thenR2
Remember Prince thou hast in me a wifeX2
Who will not let thee pass from earth aloneE3
Go forth and like a warrior meet the foeM2
But fear not Runga will be on our sideU
So ere thou goest kiss this hand of mineF3
Which from thine eyes that precious tear has soughtU
So saying this brave Rajput girl once moreS
To D sing offered through the screen her handU
He lifted it and reverently kissedU
Then sallied forth resolved to win or dieW2
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Fierce raged the battle but the hapless princeD3
Was weak to meet his foeman's myriad hostU
And Mamood Khan fell bravely lighting thereK
And with him many of his valiant menR2
The faithful steed that through all perils boreS
The prince was slain and soon he fought on footU
But ere the foe could capture him aliveL2
He hurled his heavy dagger bared his breastU
And instantly a lifeless corpse he fellO
A few brave soldiers bore him from the fieldU
They hastened to the castle and beforeS
The widowed Queen their precious burden laidU
She nothing daunted orders gave at onceD3
That her attendants should prepare the pyreT2
And then to her assembled men thus spakeG3
My faithful men and my brave soldiers youH2
Who with my lord fought nobly on the fieldU
I see you all weep at our hapless fateU
'Tis God has willed we thus should end our livesD3
But a worse fate shall surely soon befallU2
Our cruel foe howe'er exulting nowH3
Weep not there soon shall dawn another dayZ
When from the farthest end of this vast globeI3
A race for valour and for virtue famedU
Shall wrest his kingdom from his ruthless handsD3
And everywhere your sons and your sons' sonsD3
Shall lasting peace and happiness enjoyJ3
Be witness to the curse pronounced by meX
A widowed maiden at the hour of deathK3
Thou setting Sun and thou O rising MoonY2
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Then as a bride in all her glory deckedU
Approaches with a gladdened heart t' embraceD3
Th' expectant bridegroom on the nuptial bedU
E'en so ascended this fair Queen the pyreT2
And there embracing lay by her dear lordU
The fire was lighted and the pyre was closedU
And speedily to ashes were reducedU
The lifeless husband and the living wifeX2
The Moslem came heard of the death she diedU
Amid the flames repented of his deedU
And it is said he built a lordly townR
In honour of the Queen who counted itU
A sin her noble husband to surviveL2
And in a moment flung her life awayZ
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Ramakrishna, T.



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