Mithila, And The Breaking Of The Bow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CC DD E D FF AB GG H DD II DD DD JJ DD AB K DD KK LL MM NO PP HH QQ RR SS HH TT DD| Janak monarch of Videha spake his memage near and far | A |
| He shall win my peerless Sita who shall bend my bow of war | B |
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| Suitors came from farthest regions warlike princes known to fame | C |
| Vainly strove to wield the weapon left Videha in their shame | C |
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| Viswa mitra royal rishi Rama true and Lakshman bold | D |
| Came to fair Mithila's city from Ayodhya famed of old | D |
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| Spake in pride the royal rishi 'Monarch of Videha's throne | E |
| Grant the wondrous bow of RUDRA be to princely Rama shown ' | - |
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| Janak spake his royal mandate to his lords and warriors bold | D |
| 'Bring ye forth the bow of RUDRA decked in garlands and in gold ' | - |
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| And his peers and proud retainers waiting on the monarch's call | F |
| Brought the great and goodly weapon from the city's inner hall | F |
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| Stalwart men of ample stature pulled the mighty iron car | A |
| In which rested all inviolate Janak's dreaded bow of war | B |
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| And where midst assembled monarchs sat Videha's godlike king | G |
| With a mighty toil and effort did the eight wheeled chariot bring | G |
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| 'This the weapon of Videha ' proudly thus the peers begun | H |
| 'Be it shewn to royal Rama Dasa ratha's righteous son ' | - |
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| 'This the bow ' then spake the monarch to the risha famed of old | D |
| To the true and righteous Rama and to Lakshman young and bold | D |
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| 'This the weapon of my fathers prized by kings from age to age | I |
| Mighty chiefs and sturdy warriors could not bend it noble sage | I |
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| Gods before the bow of RUDRA have in righteous terror quailed | D |
| Rakshas fierce and stout Asuras have in futile effort failed | D |
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| Mortal man will struggle vainly RUDRA'S wondrous bow to bend | D |
| Vainly strive to string the weapon and the shining dart to send | D |
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| Holy saint and royal rishi here is Janak's ancient bow | J |
| Shew it to Ayodhya's princes speak to them my kingly vow | J |
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| Viswa mitra humbly listened to the words the monarch said | D |
| To the brave and righteous Rama Janak's mighty bow displayed | D |
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| Rama lifted high the cover of the pond'rous iron car | A |
| Gazed with conscious pride and prowess on the mighty bow of war | B |
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| 'Let me ' humbly spake the hero 'on this bow my fingers place | K |
| Let me lift and bend the weapon help me with your loving grace ' | - |
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| 'Be it so ' the rishi answered 'be it so ' the monarch said | D |
| Rama lifted high the weapon on his stalwart arms displayed | D |
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| Wond'ring gazed the kings assembled as the son of Raghu's race | K |
| Proudly raised the bow of RUDRA with a warrior's stately grace | K |
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| Proudly strung the bow Of RUDRA which the kings had tried in vain | L |
| Drew the cord with force resistless till the weapon snapped in twain | L |
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| Like the thunder's pealing accent rose the loud terrific clang | M |
| And the firm earth shook and trembled and the hills in echoes rang | M |
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| And the chiefs and gathered monarchs fell and fainted in their fear | N |
| And the men of many nations shook the dreadful sound to hear | O |
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| Pale and white the startled monarchs slowly from their terror woke | P |
| And with royal grace and greetings Janak to the rishi spoke | P |
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| Now my ancient eyes have witnessed wond'rous deed by Rama done | H |
| Deed surpassing thought or fancy wrought by Dasa ratha's son | H |
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| And the proud and peerless princess Sita glory of my house | Q |
| Sheds on me an added lustre as she weds a godlike spouse | Q |
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| True shall be my plighted promise Sita dearer than my life | R |
| Won by worth and wond'rous valour shall be Rama's faithful wife | R |
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| Grant us leave O royal rishi grant us blessings kind and fair | S |
| Envoys mounted on my chariot to Ayodhya shall repair | S |
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| They shall speak to Rama's father glorious feat by Rama done | H |
| They shall speak to Dasa ratha Sita is by valour won | H |
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| They shall say the noble princes safely live within our walls | T |
| They shall ask him by his presence to adorn our palace balls | T |
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| Pleased at heart the sage assented envoys by the monarch sent | D |
| To Ayodhya's distant city with the royal message went | D |
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