Valmiki (Sanskrit: वाल्मीकि, vālmīki) (during Lord Rama's time) is celebrated as the poet harbinger in Sanskrit literature. He is the author of the epic Ramayana, based on the attribution in the text of the epic itself. He is revered as the Adi Kavi, which means First Poet, for he discovered the first śloka i.e. first verse, which set the base and defined the form to Sanskrit poetry. The Yoga Vasistha is attributed to him. A religious movement called Valmikism is based on Valmiki's teachings as presented in the Ramayana and the Yoga Vasistha.
At least by the 1st century AD, Valmiki's reputation as the father of Sanskrit classical poetry seems to have been legendary. Ashvagosha ... more »
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Mithila, And The Breaking Of The Bow
Janak monarch of Videha spake his memage near and far, He shall win my peerless Sita who shall bend my bow of war, Suitors came from farthest regions, warlike princes known to fame, Vainly strove to wield the weapon, left Videha in their shame.
'Dearly loved, devoted Sita! daughter of a royal line, Part we now, for years of wand'ring in the pathless woods is mine, For my father, promise-fettered, to Kaikeyi yields the sway, And she wills her son anointed,-fourteen years doth Rama stray,
Ayodrya, The Righteous City
Rich in royal worth and valour, rich in holy Vedic lore, Dasa-ratha ruled his empire in the happy days of yore, Loved of men in fair Ayodhya, sprung of ancient Solar Race, Royal rishi in his duty, saintly rishi in his grace,
Friends In Misfortune
Long and loud lamented Rama by his lonesome cottage door, Janasthana's woodlands answered, Panchavati's echoing shore, Long he searched in wood and jungle, mountain crest and pathless plain, Till he reached the Malya mountains stretching to the southern main.
Vain her threat and soft entreaty, Ravan held her in his wrath, As the planet Budha captures fair Rohini in his path, By his left hand tremor-shaken, Ravan held her streaming hair, By his right the ruthless Raksha lifted up the fainting fair!
The Quest For Sita
Past the rains, the marshalled Vanars gathered round Sugriva bold, And unto a gallant chieftain thus the king his purpose told: 'Brave in war and wise in counsel! take ten thousand of my best Seek the hiding-place of Ravan in the regions of the East.
Mandodari's Lament And The Funerals
'Hast thou fallen,' wept in anguish Ravan's first and eldest bride, Mandodari, slender-waisted, Queen of Lanka's state and pride, 'Hast thou fallen, king and consort, more than Gods in warlike might, Slain by man, whom bright Immortals feared to facein dubious fight?
Morning came and duteous Rama to the palace bent his way, For to make his salutation and his due obeisance pay, And he saw his aged father shorn of kingly pomp and pride, And he saw the Queen Kaikeyi sitting by her consort's side.
Kausalya's Lament And Rama's Reply
Slow and sad with Saint Vasishtha, with each widowed royal dame, Unto Rama's hermit-cottage ancient Queen Kausalya came, And she saw him clad in wild bark like a hermit stern and high, And an anguish smote her bosom and a tear bedewed her eye.
Sıta In The Asoka Garden
Crossed the ocean's boundless waters, Hanuman in duty brave, Lighted on the emerald island girded by the sapphire wave, And in tireless quest of Sita searched the margin of the sea, In a dark Asoka garden hid himself within a tree.
Recital Of The Ramayana
When the silent night was ended, and their pure ablutions done, Joyous went the minstrel brothers, and their lofty lay begun, Rama to the hermit minstrels lent a monarch's willing car, Blended with the simple music dulcet was the lay to hear,
The King's Lament
Is this torturing dream or madness, do my feeble senses fail, O'er my darkened mind and bosom doth a fainting fit prevail? So the stricken monarch pondered and in hushed and silent fear, Looked on her as on a tigress looks the dazed and stricken deer,
Return To Ayodrya
With his wedded sons and daughters and his guard in bright array, To the famed and fair Ayodhya, Dasa-ratha held his way, And they reached the ancient city decked with banners bright and brave, And the voice of drum and trumpet hailed the home-returning brave.
The Hermitage Of Atri
With the sandals of his elder Bharat to Ayodhya went, Rama sought for deeper forests on his arduous duty bent, Wandering with his wife and Lakshman slowly sought the hermitage, Where resided saintly Atri, Vedic Bard and ancient sage.
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Mithila, And The Breaking Of The Bow
Janak monarch of Videha spake his memage near and far,
He shall win my peerless Sita who shall bend my bow of war,
Suitors came from farthest regions, warlike princes known to fame,
Vainly strove to wield the weapon, left Videha in their shame.
Viswa-mitra royal rishi, Rama true and Lakshman bold,
Came to fair Mithila's city from Ayodhya famed of old,
Spake in pride the royal rishi: 'Monarch of Videha's throne,
Grant, the wondrous bow of RUDRA be to princely Rama shown.'
Janak spake his royal mandate to his lords and warriors bold:
'Bring ye forth the...