1.
The Rajah turned toward the pile again;
Loud rose the song of death from all the crowd;
Their din the instruments begin,
And once again join in
With overwhelming sound.
Ladurlad starts, — he looks around;
What hast thou here in view,
O wretched man, in this disastrous scene?
The soldier train, the Bramins who renew
Their ministry around the funeral pyre,
The empty palanquins,
The dimly-fading fire.
2.
Where, too, is she whom most his hearTheld dear,
His best-beloved Kailyal, where is she,
The solace and the joy of many a year
Of widowhood? is she then gone,
And is he left all-utterly alone,
To bear his blasting curse, and none
To succor or deplore him?
He staggers from the dreadful spot; the throng
Give way in fear before him;
Like one who carries pestilence about,
Shuddering they shun him, where he moves along
And now he wanders on
Beyond the noisy rout:
He cannot fly and leave his Curse behind;
Yet doth he seem to find
A comfort in the change of circumstance.
Adown the shore he strays,
Unknowing where his wretched feet shall rest,
But farthest from the fatal place is best.
3.
By this in the orient sky appears the gleam
Of day. Lo! what is yonder in the stream,
Down the slow river floating slow,
In distance indistinct and dimly seen?
The childless one, with idle eye,
Followed its motion thoughtlessly;
Idly he gazed, unknowing why,
And half unconscious thaThe watch'd its way.
Belike it is a tree
Which some rude tempest, in its sudden sway,
Tore from the rock, or from the hollow shore
The undermining stream hath swept away.
4.
But when anon outswelling, by its side,
A woman's robe he spied,
Oh then Ladurlad started,
As one, who in his grave
Had heard an Angel's call.
Yea, Marriataly, thou hast deign'd to save!
Yea, Goddess! it is she,
Kailyal, still clinging senselessly
To thy dear Image, and in happy hour
Upborne amid the wave
By that preserving power.
5.
Headlong in hope and in joy
Ladurlad plunged in the water;
The Water knew Kehama's spell;
The Water shrunk before him.
Blind to the miracle,
He rushes to his daughter,
And treads the river depths in transport wild,
And clasps, and saves his child.
6.
Upon the father side, a level shore
Of sand was spread: thither Ladurlad bore
His daughter, holding still with senseless hand
The saving Goddess; there upon the sand
He laid the livid maid,
Raised up against his knees her drooping head;
Bent to her lips, — her lips as pale as death, —
If he might feel her breath,
His own the while in hope and dread suspended;
Chafed her cold breast, and ever and anon
Let his hand rest, upon her heart extended.
7.
Soon did his touch perceive, or fancy, there
The first faint motion of returning life.
He chafes her feet, and lays them bare
In the sun; and now again upon her breast
Lays his hot hand; and now her lips he press'd,
For now the stronger throb of life he knew;
And her lips tremble too!
The breath comes palpably:
Her quivering lids unclose,
Feebly and feebly fall,
Relapsing, as it seem'd, to dead repose.
8.
So in her father's arms thus languidly,
While over her with earnest gaze he hung,
Silent and motionless she lay,
And painfully and slowly writhed at fits;
At fits, to short convulsive starts was stung.
Till when the struggle and strong agony
Had lefTher, quietly she lay reposed;
Her eyes now resting on Ladurlad's face,
Relapsing now, and now again unclosed.
The look she fix'd upon his face implies
Nor thought nor feeling; senselessly she lies,
Composed like one who sleeps with open eyes.
9.
Long he lean'd over her,
In silence and in fear.
Kailyal! — at length he cried in such a tone
As a poor mother ventures who draws near,
With silent footstep, to her child's sick bed.
My Father! cried the maid, and raised her head,
Awakening then to life and thought, — thou here?
For when his voice she heard,
The dreadful past recurr'd,
Which dimly, like a dream of pain,
Till now with troubled sense confused her brain.
10.
And hath he spared us then? she cried,
Half rising as she spake,
For hope and joy the sudden strength supplied
In mercy hath he curb'd his cruel will
That still thou livest? But as thus she said,
Impatient of that look of hope, her sire
Shook hastily his head;
Oh! he hath laid a Curse upon my life,
A clinging curse, quoth he;
Hath sent a fire into my heart and brain,
A burning fire, forever there to be!
The Winds of Heaven must never breathe on me;
The Rains and Dews must never fall on me;
Water must mock my thirst, and shrink from me;
The common Earth must yield no fruit to me;
Sleep, blessed Sleep! must never light on me;
And Death, who comes to all, must fly from me;
And never, never, set Ladurlad free.
11.
This is a dream! exclaimed the incredulous maid,
Yet in her voice the while a fear express'd,
Which in her larger eye was manifest.
This is a dream! she rose, and laid her hand
Upon her father's brow, to try the charm;
He could not bear the pressure there; — he shrunk;
He warded off her arm,
As though it were an enemy's blow; he smote.
His daughter's arm aside.
Her eye glanced down; his mantle she espied,
And caught it up. — Oh misery! Kailyal cried,
He bore me from the river-depths, and yet
His garment is not wet!
The Rajah turned toward the pile again;
Loud rose the song of death from all the crowd;
Their din the instruments begin,
And once again join in
With overwhelming sound.
Ladurlad starts, — he looks around;
What hast thou here in view,
O wretched man, in this disastrous scene?
The soldier train, the Bramins who renew
Their ministry around the funeral pyre,
The empty palanquins,
The dimly-fading fire.
2.
Where, too, is she whom most his hearTheld dear,
His best-beloved Kailyal, where is she,
The solace and the joy of many a year
Of widowhood? is she then gone,
And is he left all-utterly alone,
To bear his blasting curse, and none
To succor or deplore him?
He staggers from the dreadful spot; the throng
Give way in fear before him;
Like one who carries pestilence about,
Shuddering they shun him, where he moves along
And now he wanders on
Beyond the noisy rout:
He cannot fly and leave his Curse behind;
Yet doth he seem to find
A comfort in the change of circumstance.
Adown the shore he strays,
Unknowing where his wretched feet shall rest,
But farthest from the fatal place is best.
3.
By this in the orient sky appears the gleam
Of day. Lo! what is yonder in the stream,
Down the slow river floating slow,
In distance indistinct and dimly seen?
The childless one, with idle eye,
Followed its motion thoughtlessly;
Idly he gazed, unknowing why,
And half unconscious thaThe watch'd its way.
Belike it is a tree
Which some rude tempest, in its sudden sway,
Tore from the rock, or from the hollow shore
The undermining stream hath swept away.
4.
But when anon outswelling, by its side,
A woman's robe he spied,
Oh then Ladurlad started,
As one, who in his grave
Had heard an Angel's call.
Yea, Marriataly, thou hast deign'd to save!
Yea, Goddess! it is she,
Kailyal, still clinging senselessly
To thy dear Image, and in happy hour
Upborne amid the wave
By that preserving power.
5.
Headlong in hope and in joy
Ladurlad plunged in the water;
The Water knew Kehama's spell;
The Water shrunk before him.
Blind to the miracle,
He rushes to his daughter,
And treads the river depths in transport wild,
And clasps, and saves his child.
6.
Upon the father side, a level shore
Of sand was spread: thither Ladurlad bore
His daughter, holding still with senseless hand
The saving Goddess; there upon the sand
He laid the livid maid,
Raised up against his knees her drooping head;
Bent to her lips, — her lips as pale as death, —
If he might feel her breath,
His own the while in hope and dread suspended;
Chafed her cold breast, and ever and anon
Let his hand rest, upon her heart extended.
7.
Soon did his touch perceive, or fancy, there
The first faint motion of returning life.
He chafes her feet, and lays them bare
In the sun; and now again upon her breast
Lays his hot hand; and now her lips he press'd,
For now the stronger throb of life he knew;
And her lips tremble too!
The breath comes palpably:
Her quivering lids unclose,
Feebly and feebly fall,
Relapsing, as it seem'd, to dead repose.
8.
So in her father's arms thus languidly,
While over her with earnest gaze he hung,
Silent and motionless she lay,
And painfully and slowly writhed at fits;
At fits, to short convulsive starts was stung.
Till when the struggle and strong agony
Had lefTher, quietly she lay reposed;
Her eyes now resting on Ladurlad's face,
Relapsing now, and now again unclosed.
The look she fix'd upon his face implies
Nor thought nor feeling; senselessly she lies,
Composed like one who sleeps with open eyes.
9.
Long he lean'd over her,
In silence and in fear.
Kailyal! — at length he cried in such a tone
As a poor mother ventures who draws near,
With silent footstep, to her child's sick bed.
My Father! cried the maid, and raised her head,
Awakening then to life and thought, — thou here?
For when his voice she heard,
The dreadful past recurr'd,
Which dimly, like a dream of pain,
Till now with troubled sense confused her brain.
10.
And hath he spared us then? she cried,
Half rising as she spake,
For hope and joy the sudden strength supplied
In mercy hath he curb'd his cruel will
That still thou livest? But as thus she said,
Impatient of that look of hope, her sire
Shook hastily his head;
Oh! he hath laid a Curse upon my life,
A clinging curse, quoth he;
Hath sent a fire into my heart and brain,
A burning fire, forever there to be!
The Winds of Heaven must never breathe on me;
The Rains and Dews must never fall on me;
Water must mock my thirst, and shrink from me;
The common Earth must yield no fruit to me;
Sleep, blessed Sleep! must never light on me;
And Death, who comes to all, must fly from me;
And never, never, set Ladurlad free.
11.
This is a dream! exclaimed the incredulous maid,
Yet in her voice the while a fear express'd,
Which in her larger eye was manifest.
This is a dream! she rose, and laid her hand
Upon her father's brow, to try the charm;
He could not bear the pressure there; — he shrunk;
He warded off her arm,
As though it were an enemy's blow; he smote.
His daughter's arm aside.
Her eye glanced down; his mantle she espied,
And caught it up. — Oh misery! Kailyal cried,
He bore me from the river-depths, and yet
His garment is not wet!