Sita's Lament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA B CD EE FG HH II JJ KK LL MM NN OO PD Q GG II RS EE TT MM UU UU VV GG UU F WW| Indrajit ere dawned the morning entered in his father's hall | A |
| Spake of midnight's darksome contest Rama's death and Lakshman's fall | A |
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| And the proud and peerless Ravan clasped his brave and gallant son ' | - |
| Praised him for his skill and valour and his deed of glory done | B |
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| And with dark and cruel purpose bade his henchmen yoke his car | C |
| Bade them take the sorrowing Sita to the gory field of war | D |
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| Soon they harnessed royal coursers and they took the weeping wife | E |
| Where her Rama pierced and bleeding seemed bereft of sense and life | E |
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| Brother lay beside his brother with their shattered mail and bow | F |
| Arrows thick and dark with red blood spake the conquest of the foe | G |
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| Anguish woke in Sita's bosom and a dimness filled her eye | H |
| And a widow's nameless sorrow burst in widow's mournful cry | H |
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| Rama lord and king and husband didst thou cross the billowy sea | I |
| Didst thou challenge death and danger court thy fate to rescue me | I |
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| Didst thou hurl a fitting vengeance on the cruel Raksha force | J |
| Till the hand of hidden foeman checked thy all resistless course | J |
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| Breathes upon the earth no warrior who could face thee in the fight | K |
| Who could live to boast his triumph o'er thy world subduing might | K |
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| But the will of Fate is changeless Death is mighty in his sway | L |
| Peerless Rama faithful Lakshman sleep the sleep that knows no day | L |
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| But I weep not for my Rama nor for Lakshman young and brave | M |
| They have done a warrior's duty and have found a warrior's grave | M |
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| And I weep not for my sorrows sorrow marked me from my birth | N |
| Child of Earth I seek in suffering bosom of my mother Earth | N |
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| But I grieve for dear Kausalya sonless mother widowed queen | O |
| How she reckons days and seasons in her anguish ever green | O |
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| How she waits with eager longing till her Rama's exile o'er | P |
| He would soothe her lifelong sorrow bless her ag d eyes once more | D |
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| Sita's love Ayodhya's monarch Queen Kausalya's dearest born | Q |
| Rama soul of truth and virtue sleeps the sleep that knows no morn ' | - |
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| Sorely wept the sorrowing Sita in her accents soft and low | G |
| And the silent stars of midnight wept to witness Sita's woe | G |
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| But Trijata her companion though a Raksha woman she | I |
| Felt her soul subdued by sadness spake to Sita tenderly | I |
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| 'Weep not sad and saintly Sita shed not widow's tears in vain | R |
| For thy lord is sorely wounded but shall live to fight again | S |
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| Rama and the gallant Lakshman fainting not bereft of life | E |
| They shall live to fight and conquer thou shalt be a happy wife | E |
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| Mark the Vanars' marshalled forces listen to their warlike cries | T |
| 'Tis not thus the soldiers gather when a chief and hero dies | T |
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| 'Tis not thus round lifeless leader muster warriors true and brave | M |
| For when falls the dying helmsman sinks the vessel in the wave | M |
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| Mark the ring of hopeful Vanars how they watch o'er Rama's face | U |
| How they guard the younger Lakshman beaming yet with living grace | U |
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| Trust me sad and sorrowing Sita marks of death these eyes can trace | U |
| Shade of death's decaying fingers sweeps not o'er thy Rama's face | U |
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| Listen more my gentle Sita though a captive in our keep | V |
| For thy woes and for thy anguish see a Raksha woman weep | V |
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| Though thy Rama armed in battle is our unrelenting foe | G |
| For a true and stainless warrior see a Raksha filled with woe | G |
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| Fainting on the field of battle blood ensanguined in their face | U |
| They shall live to fight and conquer worthy of their gallant race | U |
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| Cold nor rigid are their features darkness dwells not on their brow | F |
| Weep not thus my gentle Sita hasten we to Lanka now ' | - |
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| And Trijata spake no falsehood by the winged Garuda's skill | W |
| Rama and the valiant Lakshman lived to fight their foemen still | W |
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