Mother's Blessings Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DE FF DE GG HH I JJ ED KK LM D AA CC NN MM OO PP JJ QQ BB CC QQ RR HH PP| Tears of sorrow and of suffering flowed from Queen Kausalya's eye | A |
| As she saw departing Sita for her blessings drawing nigh | A |
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| And she clasped the gentle Sits and she kissed her moistened head | B |
| And her tears like summer tempest choked the loving words she said | B |
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| 'Part we dear devoted daughter to thy husband ever true | C |
| With a woman's whole affection render love to husband's due | C |
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| False are women loved and cherished gentle in their speech and word | D |
| When misfortune's shadows gather who are faithless to their lord | E |
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| Who through years of sunny splendour smile and pass the livelong day | F |
| When misfortune's darkness thickens from their husband turn away | F |
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| Who with changeful fortune changing oft ignore the plighted word | D |
| And forget a woman's duty woman's faith to wedded lord | E |
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| Who to holy love inconstant from their wedded consort part | G |
| Manly deed nor manly virtue wins the changeful woman's heart | G |
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| But the true and righteous woman loving spouse and changeless wife | H |
| Faithful to her lord and consort holds him dearer than her life | H |
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| Ever true and righteous Sita follow still my godlike son | I |
| Like a God to thee is Rama in the woods or on the throne ' | - |
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| 'I shall do my duty mother ' said the wife with wifely pride | J |
| 'Like a God to me is Rama Sita shall not leave his side | J |
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| From the Moon will part his lustre ere I part from wedded lord | E |
| Ere from faithful wife's devotion falter in my deed or word | D |
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| For the stringless lute is silent idle is the wheel less car | K |
| And no wife the loveless consort inauspicious is her star | K |
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| Small the measure of affection which the sire and brother prove | L |
| Measureless to wedded woman is her lord and husband's love | M |
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| True to Law and true to Scriptures true to woman's plighted word | D |
| Can I ever be my mother faithless loveless to my lord ' | - |
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| Tears of joy and mingled sorrow filled the Queen Kausalya's eye | A |
| As she marked the faithful Sita true in heart in virtue high | A |
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| And she wept the tears of sadness when with sweet obeisance due | C |
| Spake with hands in meekness folded Rama ever good and true | C |
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| 'Sorrow not my loving mother trust in virtue's changeless beam | N |
| Swift will fly the years of exile like a brief and transient dream | N |
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| Girt by faithful friends and forces blest by righteous Gods above | M |
| Thou shalt see thy son returning to thy bosom and thy love | M |
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| Unto all the royal ladies Rama his obeisance paid | O |
| For his failings unremembered blessings and forgiveness prayed | O |
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| And his words were soft and gentle and they wept to see him go | P |
| Like the piercing cry of curlew rose the piercing voice of woe | P |
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| And in halls where drum and tabor rose in joy and regal pride | J |
| Voice of grief and lamentation sounded far and sounded wide | J |
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| Then the true and faithful Lakshman parted from each weeping dame | Q |
| And to sorrowing Queen Sumitra with his due obeisance came | Q |
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| And he bowed to Queen Sumitra and his mother kissed his head | B |
| Stilled her anguish laden bosom and in trembling accents said | B |
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| Dear devoted duteous Lakshman ever to thy elder true | C |
| When thy elder wends to forest forest life to thee is due | C |
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| Thou hast served him true and faithful in his glory and his fame | Q |
| This is Law for true and righteous serve him in his woe and shame | Q |
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| This is Law for race of Raghu known on earth for holy might | R |
| Bounteous in their sacred duty brave and warlike in the fight | R |
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| Therefore tend him as thy father as thy mother tend his wife | H |
| And to thee like fair Ayodhya be thy humble forest life | H |
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| Go my son the voice of Duty bids my gallant Lakshman go | P |
| Serve thy elder with devotion and with valour meet thy foe | P |
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