Doha 154
प्रान कंठगत भयउ भुआलू। मनि बिहीन जनु ब्याकुल ब्यालू॥ इंद्रीं सकल बिकल भइँ भारी। जनु सर सरसिज बनु बिनु बारी॥१॥
कौसल्याँ नृपु दीख मलाना। रबिकुल रबि अँथयउ जियँ जाना॥ उर धरि धीर राम महतारी। बोली बचन समय अनुसारी॥२॥
नाथ समुझि मन करिअ बिचारू। राम बियोग पयोधि अपारू॥ करनधार तुम्ह अवध जहाजू। चढ़ेउ सकल प्रिय पथिक समाजू॥३॥
धीरजु धरिअ त पाइअ पारू। नाहिं त बूड़िहि सबु परिवारू॥ जौं जियँ धरिअ बिनय पिय मोरी। रामु लखनु सिय मिलहिं बहोरी॥४॥
Meaning
The life-breath of the king had now stuck to his throat; he felt uneasy like a serpent robbed of its gem. All his senses were blighted as a cluster of lotuses withered in a lake that had been left without water. (1) When Kausalyā saw the king withered and blasted, she concluded in her mind that the sun of the solar race was about to set. Summoning up courage, therefore, Śrī Rāma’s mother spoke words appropriate to the occasion. (2) “Ponder in your heart, my lord, and reflect that separation from Rāma is a vast ocean, you are the helmsman and Ayodhyā the bark, which has been boarded by our near and dear ones as its passengers. (3) “We can hope to reach the shore only if you have patience. If not, the whole family will be drowned. If you take to heart this entreaty of mine, my beloved lord, we are sure to see Rāma, Lakṣmaṇa and Sītā again.” (4)
प्रिया बचन मृदु सुनत नृपु चितयउ आँखि उघारि। तलफत मीन मलीन जनु सींचत सीतल बारि॥१५४॥
Meaning
Hearing these soft words of his beloved queen, the king opened his eyes and looked up like a writhing wretched fish that had been sprinkled with cold water. (154)
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