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10,146 Aranyani

10.CXLVI Aranyani

áraṇyāni áraṇyāni asaú yā́ préva náśyasi |
kathā́ grā́maṃ ná pr̥chasi ná tvā bhī́r 'va° vindatī3m̐ ||

1 GODDESS of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight. How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?

vr̥ṣāravā́ya vádate yád upā́vati ciccikáḥ |
āghāṭíbhir 'va° dhāváyann araṇyānír mahīyate ||

2 What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala's voice, Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.

utá gā́va ivādanti utá véśmeva dr̥śyate |
utó araṇyāníḥ sāyáṃ śakaṭī́r iva sarjati ||

3 And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears: Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.

gā́m aṅgaíṣá ā́ hvayati dā́rv aṅgaíṣó ápāvadhīt |
vásann araṇyānyā́ṃ sāyám ákrukṣad íti manyate ||

4 Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree: At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.

ná vā́ araṇyānír hanti anyáś cén nā́bhigáchati |
svādóḥ phálasya jagdhvā́ya yathākā́maṃ ní padyate ||

5 The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach. Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.

ā́ñjanagandhiṃ surabhím bahvannā́m ákr̥ṣīvalām |
prā́hám mr̥gā́ṇām mātáram araṇyāním aśaṃsiṣam ||

6 Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm, The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.

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