| 350 | மயிலை சீனி. வேங்கடசாமி ஆய்வுக் களஞ்சியம் - 20 |
Sent up a flame to loftier heights in heaven
Than that which rolled from hecatombs in smoke.
‘King,’ said the musing seer,
‘Behold, the woodbine, opening infant blossoms, 92 | ‘Perfumes the bank whose herbage hems it round,
From its own birthplace drinking in delight;
Later, its instinct stirs;
Fain would it climb - to climb forbidden, creepeth, 96 | ‘Its lot obeys its yearning to entwine;
Around the oak it weaves a world of flowers;
Or, listless drooping, trails
Dejected tendrils lost mid weed and briar. 100 | ‘There needs no construing to my parable:
As is the woodbine’s, so the woman’s life:
Look round the forest kings,
And to the stateliest wed thy royal blossom.’ 104 | Sharp is a father’s pang when comes the hour
In which his love contents his child no more,
And the sweet wonted smile
Fades from his hearthstone to rejoice a stranger’s. 108 | But soon from parent love dies thought of self;
Omartes, looking round the Lords of earth,
In young Zariades
Singled the worthiest of his peerless daughter; 112 | Scion of that illustrious hero - stem,
Which in great cyrus bore the loftiest flower
Purpled by Orient suns;
Stretched his vast satrapies, engulphing kingdoms, 116 | From tranquil palmgroves fringing Caspian waves,
To the bleak marge of stormy Tanais;
On Scythia bordering thus,
No foe so dread, and no ally so potent 120 |
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