The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1824-07-15
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JAVAN POETRY.
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JAVAM POETRY.
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Thc Braiu Iudyla, or The Ww Of Uo, IN cp-
Il noem, is said to be the most popular and crlc-
prlted work i'll that language OF TINS poem
.,re,t mart has been translated by Mr.. Rallies,
Nth the assistance OF n learned natives and ot the
remainder he has given an analysis. u contains
Siy Dala or metrical stanzas, OF four long lincs
,ocb. and is said to have been composed by a
learned Pundit, in the year 1879. The subject
Of the poem is destructive war, in consequence
nfthc rejection of the proposal of the incainato
Dcwa, or deity, Krcstna, to divide the Kingdom
of Astina between the Kurawa and Pahda";l
l'hc K,1awa arc ultimately defeated and the
t;npjom of ASTHMA recovered by the Pandawa.
There are in this epic of THE Hdry no many
occurrences which reminds us OF the IhGa.-
The following passage, which describes thc iath-
FIJI Satia Watt wandering over the held OF DH',lc
in search Of the dead body Of Salla, abonnda with
some of the finest touches OF nature: II was put
INTO English poetry by the Rev. Thonrs Rallies,
of liverpool from the verbal translation OF our
author, to which it closely adheles
ssWcaried with fiuitlcss search, and in despair
10 find the object of her pions care,
Her murdered lord, who on the battle plain
Lay all neglected mid the thousand SLAIN,
She drew the dagger from its sheath OF rest,
Intent TO plunge it in her hcaying breast.
Just then MS if in pity to her grief
Tlashd the rcd lightning to the maids relief,
And show'd with horrid glare the bloody way
20 where her husbands mangled body lay
"Another flash, indulgcnt from the skies,
Points to the spot where Salia's carriage lies,
And saa's self, whom living she ador'd,
The bleeding body of her murdered lord:
The richest flowers by heavenly influence shed
Their sweet est odouls DER his honoured head.
The muttcrnr thunder mournd his carly tomb,
And heaven in showers bcwad the hcro's doom.
"With eager grasp the livid corpse she prcss'd
In frantic wildncss TO her throbbing breast;
Tried every art of love that might begullc
lis sullen features to one cheerful smile;
Kiss'd those dear lips so late Of coral red,
AS if unconscious that the soul had He'd;
Then in her folded arms his head she raisd,
And long on those beloved features gazed,
with sigi Juice his pad lips she dyed,
And to his wounds its healing balm applied;
While with the skirt of her embroidered vest,
She vip'd the blood-drops from his mangcd
breast
"'Ah! then, M prnccly lord, whom have
Blccding and manglcd on this cursed ground!
Why arc thy lips in sullcn silence seal'd
TO her who sought thee on this battle feld2
wilt thou not speak, my love, my lord, my all,
Orst in vain must Sata Watt call
Say, shall my copious tears i'll torrents How,
And thus express my agony and Woe
How shall move thee, by what art begullc
The slsastly air of that unmcaning sne'
"Thus soft and tender were the words she
pour'd,
TO move tie pity of her murdcr'd lord;
But ali! no sound the unconscious dead rctlrn'd,
No fire of love within his bosom bum'd;
Nhilc at each pulse death-like stiffness stole
O'cr the deep anguish Of the moulncrs soul.
And was it thus 10 bow thy honoured head
Amid the thousan,'' Of the manglcd dead,
That on that fatal morning thou dldst glide
With gentle footsteps from thy consou's side
And to reach the glorious realms above
Without the faithful partner of thy love-
But earth has lost its hecting charms for me,
And happy spirit, | will follow thcr
"sOh meet and bear me DER that fatal stone,
Nor let me pass it, trembling and alone
Though Widadralis shall obey thy call,
Yet keep for me \ place above them ALI
TO whom but INC does that first place belong,
Who sought and found thee mid this ghastly
throng;
And who, unable to survive thy doom,
Thus shed my blood and share thy honour't
Tombi'
"I'hen with steady hand the noble maid
Drew from its peaceful sheath the cleaning blade
From her fair bosom tore the embroidered vest
And plunged it deep within her hcaving breast.
Rich was the blood that issued from the wount
And strcam'd like liquid gold upon the ground.
Sand while the cbbing tide of life rcmain'd
And thought and reason were awhile sustain'd,
She cald her maiden with her feeble breath
And thus address'd her from the arms of deaths
"'Oh! when my spirit scars to realms above,
Take this my last request to those love;
Tell them to think of Satia Watts fate,
And oft the story of her love relate;
Then DER her woes the tender heart shall sigh
And the big tear-drop roll from PHYS eye
"'Ah! my lov'd MISTRESS cried the faithful
maid,
In every scene by thee gladly staid,
I Whate'er the state of being thou must know,
4 Thy faithful maiden will partakc it too.
What hand but mine the cooling stream sha
pour,
Or bathe the feet of her whom atlore''
"Strong in despair, and starting from TIL
ground,
She drew the dagger from her mistress wound,
With deadly aim she plunged it in her breast,
And with her mistress sunk in endless rest"