Part 16 (1/2)

Nearer came the fatal morning by the holy Narad told, Fair Savitri reckoned daily and her heart was still and cold,

Three short days remaining only! and she took a vow severe Of _triratra_, three nights' penance, holy fasts and vigils drear!

Of Savitri's rigid penance heard the king with anxious woe, Spake to her in loving accents, so the vow she might forgo:

”Hard the penance, gentle daughter, and thy woman's limbs are frail, After three nights' fasts and vigils sure thy tender health may fail!”

”Be not anxious, loving father,” meekly thus Savitri prayed, ”Penance I have undertaken, will unto the G.o.ds be made.”

Much mis...o...b..ing then the monarch gave his sad and slow a.s.sent, Pale with fast and unseen tear-drops, lonesome nights Savitri spent.

Nearer came the fatal morning, and to-morrow he shall die, Dark, dark hours of nightly silence! Tearless, sleepless is her eye!

”Dawns that dread and fated morning!” said Savitri, bloodless, brave, Prayed her fervent prayers in silence, to the Fire oblations gave,

Bowed unto the forest Brahmans, to the parents kind and good, Joined her hands in salutation and in reverent silence stood.

With the usual morning blessing, ”_Widow may'st thou never be_,”

Anchorites and aged Brahmans blessed Savitri fervently,

O! that blessing fell upon her like the rain on thirsty air, Struggling hope inspired her bosom as she drank those accents fair!

But returned the dark remembrance of the _ris.h.i.+_ Narad's word, Pale she watched the creeping sunbeams, mused upon her fated lord!

”Daughter, now thy fast is over,” so the loving parents said, ”Take thy diet after penance, for thy morning prayers are prayed,”

”Pardon, father,” said Savitri, ”let this other day be done,”

Unshed tear-drops filled her eyelids, glistened in the morning sun!

Young Satyavan, tall and stately, ponderous axe on shoulder hung, For the distant darksome jungle issued forth serene and strong,

But unto him came Savitri and in sweetest accents prayed, As upon his manly bosom gently she her forehead laid:

”Long I wished to see the jungle where steals not the solar ray, Take me to the darksome forest, husband, let me go to-day!”

”Come not, love,” he sweetly answered with a loving husband's care, ”Thou art all unused to labour, forest paths thou may'st not dare,

And with recent fasts and vigils pale and bloodless is thy face, And thy steps are weak and feeble, jungle paths thou may'st not trace.”

”Fasts and vigils make me stronger,” said the wife with wifely pride, ”Toil I shall not feel nor languor when my lord is by my side,

For I feel a woman's longing with my lord to trace the way, Grant me, husband ever gracious, with thee let me go to-day!”

Answered then the loving husband, as his hands in hers he wove, ”Ask permission from my parents in the trackless woods to rove.”

Then Savitri to the monarch urged her longing strange request, After duteous salutation thus her humble prayer addrest:

”To the jungle goes my husband, fuel and the fruit to seek, I would follow if my mother and my loving father speak,