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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recital Of The Ramayana</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the silent night was ended, and their pure ablutions done,<br>Joyous went the minstrel brothers, and their lofty lay begun,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rama to the hermit minstrels lent a monarch's willing car,<br>Blended with the simple music dulcet was the lay to hear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so sweet the chanted accents, Rama's inmost soul was stirred,<br>With his royal guests and courtiers still the deathless lay he heard!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heralds versed in old Puranas, Brahmans skilled in pious rite,<br>Minstrels deep in lore of music, poets fired by heavenly might,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watchers of the constellations, min'sters of the festive day,<br>Men of science and of logic, bards who sang the ancient lay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Painters skilled and merry dancers who the festive joy prolong<br>Hushed and silent in their wonder listed to the wondrous song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as poured the flood of music through the bright and livelong day,<br>Eyes and ears and hearts insatiate drank the nectar of the lay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the eager people whispered: 'See the boys, how like our king<br>As two drops of limpid water from the parent bubble spring!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were the boys no hermit-children, in the hermit's garments clad,<br>We would deem them Rama's image,-Rama as a youthful lad!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty cantos of the Epic thus the youthful minstrels sung,<br>And the voice of stringéd music through the Epic rolled along,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out spake Rama in his wonder: 'Scarce I know who these may be,<br>Eighteen thousand golden pieces be the children-minstrels' fee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not so,' answered thus the children, 'we in darksome forests dwell,<br>Gold and silver, bounteous monarch, forest life beseem not well!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Noble children!' uttered Rama, 'dear to me the words you say,<br>Tell me who composed this Epic,-Father of this deathless Lay?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Saint Valmiki,' spake the minstrels, 'framed the great immortal song<br>Four and twenty thousand verses to this noble Lay belong,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Untold tales of deathless virtue sanctify his sacred line,<br>And five hundred glorious cantos in this glorious Epic shine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In six Books of mighty splendour was the poet's task begun,<br>With a seventh Book, supplemental is the poet's labour done,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All thy matchless deeds, O monarch, in this Lay will brighter shine,<br>List to us from first to ending if thy royal heart incline!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be it so,' thus Rama answered, but the hours of day were o'er,<br>And Valmiki's youthful pupils to their cottage came once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rama with his guests and courtiers slowly left the royal hall,<br>Eager was his heart to listen, eager were the monarchs all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the voice of song and music thus was lifted day to day,<br>And from day to day they listened to Valmiki's deathless Lay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valmiki">Valmiki</a><div class=q>
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