The Story Of Prince Dë©sing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJ KKELMNOPQRGSTU JVERWXYUUVZK EUUUKUA2SUB2EU C2D2E2F2UEUG2UXUUUZO UUAH2 I2J2DK2L2M2N2O2JP2 ZUUQ2R2UUS2UT2U2V2UW 2Z ZUUUX2UY2UAZ2A3B3EV2 UC3UDUD3H2D3D3UUUUC2 K2KD3E3UUDT2H2UUW2D3 UM2D3U D3LH2D3D3D3UUUUUD3D3 R2X2E3M2UF3USUUW2 D3UKR2SUL2UOUSUD3T2G 3H2UUD3U2H3ZI3UD3D3J 3XK3Y2 UD3UT2UUUX2UURUL2Z YIt was the month of May and glorious rose | A |
The sun on Jinji bathing in his light | B |
Her lofty hills her ancient walls and towers | C |
Her battlements and all the glittering scene | D |
That bade the stranger tell here lives a prince | E |
And greeting late as if too long he slept | F |
Upon his ocean bed the eager crowd | G |
That in their best attire at early dawn | H |
Fast gathered from their hamlets far and wide | I |
And like a hive swarmed on the castled hills | J |
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Perhaps some village poet waited there | K |
Who day and night toiled hard in metres rare | K |
To sing the deeds and virtues of his prince | E |
And trace them on the leaves of that lone palm | L |
Which stood close by his humble cottage home | M |
Perhaps with faces that bespoke deep grief | N |
A troop of farmers there had come to tell | O |
To their sport loving prince the havoc wrought | P |
Upon their toiling cattle by wild beasts | Q |
That nightly from their hill abodes came down | R |
To feast on them And in that motley crowd | G |
Were servants of the state and many more | S |
Who long had waited merely for a glimpse | T |
Of their just ruler D sing holding court | U |
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But soon there echoed through the lofty hills | J |
The sound of th' Indian bugle and the drum | V |
Proclaiming the arrival of the prince | E |
And often as the new flood rushing down | R |
With the still waters of a sleeping stream | W |
Leaves nought behind and all is vacancy | X |
Or as the dim light of a shallow lamp | Y |
Suddenly blazes forth and soon is quenched | U |
So louder rose the clamour of the crowd | U |
At the sound of the bugle and the drum | V |
Then straightway in deep silence died away | Z |
And perfect stillness reigned everywhere | K |
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Upon his gorgeous throne sat Jinji's prince | E |
With servants fanning him on either side | U |
And in a place of honour sate in that | U |
Capacious hall his holy Brahmin priest | U |
The master of his well trained army there | K |
The chief and trusted min'ster of the state | U |
The aged poet that his praises sang | A2 |
The sage that versed in all the starry lore | S |
His royal master's fortunes daily told | U |
The painter that adorned those ancient walls | B2 |
And countless other servants of the prince | E |
There gathered each in his accustomed seat | U |
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Then from the gate approached a trusty page | C2 |
And said with folded hands and trembling lips | D2 |
O royal master at the gate there waits | E2 |
A man of noble mien from the far north | F2 |
Requesting audience on affairs of state | U |
Conduct him to our presence said the prince | E |
The stranger came upon the floor he knelt | U |
And said Thou mighty prince of these fair lands | G2 |
I come from Arcot and the Nabob sent | U |
His humble servant to demand of thee | X |
Thy dues which these five years thou hast not paid | U |
Know then if these are not now duly paid | U |
From thee he will these broad dominions wrest | U |
And give them those who will his rule obey | Z |
The angry prince made answer Go and tell | O |
Your master that his vain threats move us not | U |
Say we will gladly meet him on the field | U |
So saying from his royal seat he rose | A |
And to his palace instantly withdrew | H2 |
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As when a stone dropped in the middle of | I2 |
A placid pool its slumb'ring waters wakes | J2 |
And the calm surface is all ruffled seen | D |
Or at the merest touch of ruthless man | K2 |
Bent on the honeyed treasures of the hive | L2 |
Those myriad ones leave murm'ring to the foe | M2 |
Their hoarded wealth to which they fondly clung | N2 |
So scattered to their distant native homes | O2 |
The bustling crowd that met on Jinji's hills | J |
When he of Arcot came to mar their joys | P2 |
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And days and months rolled on until one day | Z |
To D sing came his loyal spy and said | U |
My noble ruler on the other side | U |
Of the fair stream that runs through yonder plain | Q2 |
There waits our foe of Arcot with his men | R2 |
Prepare to go and meet him on the field | U |
'Twas even time the warrior prince soon wrote | U |
To Mamood Khan the master of his troops | S2 |
To hasten to his country's duty first | U |
What though it was that soldier's bridal hour | T2 |
When he received his royal master's call | U2 |
My country's welfare first then my fair spouse | V2 |
He said and leapt upon his faithful steed | U |
And stood ere morn had streaked the eastern sky | W2 |
Before his lord his bidding to obey | Z |
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The prince rose early on that fated day | Z |
And to the temple of his God repaired | U |
There to invoke His blessing on the field | U |
Then to the palace hastened he to meet | U |
Ere he went forth to fight his youthful wife | X2 |
Who day by day in beauty grew amidst | U |
A score of maidens like the waxing moon | Y2 |
And with a screen of silk between they met | U |
As one lured by the fragrance of the rose | A |
Stoops down gently to lift the truant stalk | Z2 |
That to the other side of the thick hedge | A3 |
Shoots out alone from its own parent stem | B3 |
So fondly down stooped Jinji's noble prince | E |
To kiss the jewelled arm of his fair spouse | V2 |
Which through the screen she offered to her lord | U |
Prince D sing was the first who silence broke | C3 |
My dear wife on the day when we were wed | U |
These eyes of mine had not e'en this arm seen | D |
Although on the same bridal seat we sat | U |
The screen which by the custom of our race | D3 |
Was drawn by cruel hands hid thee from view | H2 |
So wondrous fair this arm looks that methinks | D3 |
Rare beauties must be seated on thy face | D3 |
My foe hath come fear not I go to fight | U |
And come with honours loaded from the field | U |
A victor to rejoice with thee to night | U |
At the propitious hour which by the aid | U |
Of all his starry lore our Brahmin sage | C2 |
Hath for our nuptials named to gaze and scan | K2 |
In silent joy what charms what beauties rare | K |
The hand divine has showered upon thy face | D3 |
And to recount to thee when with thine own | E3 |
My arm in friendship plays what blood it shed | U |
What havoc in the Moslem camp it wrought | U |
So let me now depart To which the Queen | D |
I was the only daughter of my sire | T2 |
And cradled in his sinewy arms I grew | H2 |
And when upon his warrior breast I laid | U |
My head to sleep my mother by his side | U |
Lulled me with songs of how in days gone by | W2 |
The martial women of our noble race | D3 |
Went with their husbands by their side to fight | U |
And one so nursed fears not the Moslem foe | M2 |
But now alas some evil it forebodes | D3 |
That thou shouldst on this day go forth to fight | U |
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And as she spoke tears trickled down his eyes | D3 |
And one a pearly drop stole to her palm | L |
She felt it instantly her hand withdrew | H2 |
And then began to speak in words like these | D3 |
It is not meet that Jinji's valiant prince | D3 |
Should like a child at this last hour shed tears | D3 |
And fear to meet his foe fear not my lord | U |
To meet him like a soldier on the field | U |
If thou a victor comest from the fight | U |
We shall in joy spend our first nuptial night | U |
But if thou comest routed from the field | U |
I never more will see thy timid face | D3 |
Or think that thou art born of Kshatriya race | D3 |
And if thou fallest bravely fighting then | R2 |
Remember Prince thou hast in me a wife | X2 |
Who will not let thee pass from earth alone | E3 |
Go forth and like a warrior meet the foe | M2 |
But fear not Runga will be on our side | U |
So ere thou goest kiss this hand of mine | F3 |
Which from thine eyes that precious tear has sought | U |
So saying this brave Rajput girl once more | S |
To D sing offered through the screen her hand | U |
He lifted it and reverently kissed | U |
Then sallied forth resolved to win or die | W2 |
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Fierce raged the battle but the hapless prince | D3 |
Was weak to meet his foeman's myriad host | U |
And Mamood Khan fell bravely lighting there | K |
And with him many of his valiant men | R2 |
The faithful steed that through all perils bore | S |
The prince was slain and soon he fought on foot | U |
But ere the foe could capture him alive | L2 |
He hurled his heavy dagger bared his breast | U |
And instantly a lifeless corpse he fell | O |
A few brave soldiers bore him from the field | U |
They hastened to the castle and before | S |
The widowed Queen their precious burden laid | U |
She nothing daunted orders gave at once | D3 |
That her attendants should prepare the pyre | T2 |
And then to her assembled men thus spake | G3 |
My faithful men and my brave soldiers you | H2 |
Who with my lord fought nobly on the field | U |
I see you all weep at our hapless fate | U |
'Tis God has willed we thus should end our lives | D3 |
But a worse fate shall surely soon befall | U2 |
Our cruel foe howe'er exulting now | H3 |
Weep not there soon shall dawn another day | Z |
When from the farthest end of this vast globe | I3 |
A race for valour and for virtue famed | U |
Shall wrest his kingdom from his ruthless hands | D3 |
And everywhere your sons and your sons' sons | D3 |
Shall lasting peace and happiness enjoy | J3 |
Be witness to the curse pronounced by me | X |
A widowed maiden at the hour of death | K3 |
Thou setting Sun and thou O rising Moon | Y2 |
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Then as a bride in all her glory decked | U |
Approaches with a gladdened heart t' embrace | D3 |
Th' expectant bridegroom on the nuptial bed | U |
E'en so ascended this fair Queen the pyre | T2 |
And there embracing lay by her dear lord | U |
The fire was lighted and the pyre was closed | U |
And speedily to ashes were reduced | U |
The lifeless husband and the living wife | X2 |
The Moslem came heard of the death she died | U |
Amid the flames repented of his deed | U |
And it is said he built a lordly town | R |
In honour of the Queen who counted it | U |
A sin her noble husband to survive | L2 |
And in a moment flung her life away | Z |
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Ramakrishna, T.
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