Ramakatha Rasavahini, Chapter 3 - No Progeny from his Loins

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Chapter 3No Progeny from his Loins

 

Ravana, the Rakshasa King of Lanka, heard of Dasaratha and his fame. He was so

filled with envy that he determined on a sure plan to destroy him, by means,

fair or foul. Ravana sought for an excuse to provoke Dasaratha into a fight;

one day, he sent word through a messenger, that unless tribute was paid to him,

he would have to meet Ravana on the battlefield and demonstrate his superior

might in war. This call was against international morality, but what morality

did a Rakshasa respect?

When Dasaratha heard the messenger speak, he laughed outright, in derision. Even

while the messenger was looking on, he shot sharp deadly arrows which reached

Lanka itself and fastened the gates of that City!

Addressing the envoys, Dasaratha said, "Well, Sirs! I have now made fast the

doors of your fortress city; your master cannot open them, however hard he may

try; that is the 'tribute' I pay to your impertinent lord". When the envoys

returned and informed Ravana of this, he was shocked to find all the doors

closed fast; the desperate efforts made by Ravana with all his men met with

failure; they could not open the gates. When Ravana was struck with shame,

strangely enough, the arrows returned to Ayodhya and the doors flew open.

Ravana, however, decided that he must overpower all the rulers of the world and,

realizing that he could do so only by winning Divine Grace, he went over to the

depths of the forest and selected a favourable, auspicious spot for his ascetic

practices.

The asceticism of Ravana was so intense and satisfying that God Brahma was

compelled to appear before him and offer to grant him whatever boon he desired.

"Ravana! Ask for anything you want! I shall give you your heart's desire", said

Brahma. Ravana was revolving in his mind the insult he had suffered at the

hands of Dasaratha; he argued that Dasaratha might get even mightier sons from

whom he might suffer more; so, he asked the boon he wanted, "Lord! Bless me

with this gift of Grace: let no child be born from the loins of Dasaratha". At

this, Brahma said, "So be it", and immediately vanished from the scene, lest

Ravana might frame another foul request if He were present before him! Ravana

strutted about, proud and devoid of fear, exulting over his prowess and

success.

Meanwhile, another project entered his head! "Dasaratha is a youth of marital

age now; if I so contrive that he does not marry at all, it will make my safety

doubly sure", he thought within himself! Looking about with the aid of his

Rakshasa skills, he discerned that there was a great likelihood that Dasaratha

will wed the daughter of the King of Kosala. So, he decided to put an end to

that princess! When one's own destruction is imminent, reason turns crooked -

as the saying goes! He entered the Kosala kingdom stealthily in disguise and

kidnapped the princess. Placing her in a wooden box, he cast it over the waves

of the sea.

Ravana could not see the truth that nothing can ever happen without the

concurrence of the Divine Will. Brahma willed otherwise: the box was carried by

the waves on to the shore. The place where it landed was a fine recreation area.

The next day, Sumanthra, the Prime Minister of Dasaratha happened to visit the

place on a quiet holiday, to be spent in discussing within himself the problems

of the State. His eyes fell in the box; he retrieved it and opened it. He was

surprised to find in it a charming girl, with attractive shining eyes and a

halo of divine splendour. Sumanthra was overcome with pity; he spoke soft and

sweet to the girl, "Little one! How did it happen that you were placed inside

this box?"

She replied, "Sir, I am the princess of the Kosala kingdom; my name is Kausalya.

I am not aware how I came inside this box nor who placed me in it. I was playing

with my companions in the palace gardens; I do not remember what happened to

me". Sumanthra was moved by her simple and sincere statement. He said, "Such

barbarian stratagems are resorted to only by Rakshasas; they are beyond the ken

of men! I shall take you to your father and place you in his hands. Come with

me! Let us go without delay".

Sumanthra placed her in his chariot and proceeded to Kosala, where he restored

her to the King and recited before the Court the details known to him.

The King too, interrogated Sumanthra in various ways. He discovered that he was

none other than the minister at the Court of Dasaratha, Emperor of Ayodhya, and

that his master was still unmarried. He was filled with joy at the discovery. He

said, "Minister! You brought back to me this child of mine, saving her from

destruction. So, I have resolved to give her in marriage to your master

himself. Please inform the king of my offer". He honoured Sumanthra with due

ceremony and sent him with the Court Priest and appropriate presents.

Sumanthra told Dasaratha in detail all that had happened. In order to confirm

his acceptance, Dasaratha sent with the Court Priest of Kosala his own Court

Priest with gifts of auspicious nature. The date and time were fixed; Dasaratha

proceeded to the Kosala capital accompanied by a magnificent array of

elephantry, chariotry, cavalry and infantry. The paean of music which marched

with him reached the sky and echoed from the horizon. The marriage of Dasaratha

and Kausalya was celebrated with resounding grandeur and splendour. The King of

Kosala took Sumanthra near him and said, "You are the person who brought about

this glory; of course, nothing ever happens without God's will. Nevertheless,

how can I repay the debt I owe you and demonstrate my gratitude to you? Please

honour my offer and accept it; be wedded this day itself in my capital city. If

you agree, I shall arrange for the celebration of that joyous event this very

day".

Dasaratha and Sumanthra gave their consent to the proposal. Sumanthra was

married to the daughter of Veeradasa, of the clan of Ganga. The news of the

marriages of both King and Prime Minister at the same place, on the same day,

spread throughout the City, nay, throughout the kingdom!The land was filled

with wonder and delight. The festival lasted three days; the populace were

treated to music, drama, dance and other forms of entertainment. Night and day

were packed with excitement and joy.

On the fourth day, Dasaratha started back for Ayodhya, with his queen and

courtiers as well as Minister Sumanthra with his bride and entourage; they

entered the City amidst the acclamation of the people. His subjects exulted at

the marriages of both King and Minister; they danced in the streets and shouted

"JayJay" till their throats got hoarse. They lined the streets to see their

Queen; they sprinkled rose-water on the roads by which they came and welcomed

them waving flames of camphor.

Dasaratha resumed his royal duties and ruled the realm with love and care.

Often, he went with his consort, on excursions into the forests, and spent his

days happily. But, as time sped through days, months and even years, the shadow

of distress darkened the face of the King. For, the pang of being childless

saddened him.

The King consulted priests, pundits and ministers and when he knew that their

desire confirmed the earnest prayer of Kausalya, he married another wife,

Sumithra. Sumithra lived up to her name, for she was indeed full of

companionable virtues. Kausalya and Sumithra were bound to each other by ties

of affection, far stronger than those between a mother and child. Each yearned

to give joy to the other; each had deep fortitude, detachment and sympathy.

But, in spite of the lapse of many years, no signs of the King securing a

successor to the throne were evident. Moved by despair, the King married a

third wife, at the instance of the two queens. She was Kaika, the exquisitely

charming daughter of the King or Kekaya in Kashmir.

The King of Kekaya, however, laid down certain conditions, before agreeing to

give his daughter away in marriage! He insisted that the son born of Kaika

should have the right of accession to the throne; if the King of Ayodhya could

not agree to this, he declared, he would not consent. Garga. the Court Priest,

brought back the message to Ayodhya. Kausalya and Sumithra recognized the

ardour of the King to wed the princess of Kekaya, whose beauty was being

extolled highly by all; they felt that the duty of a true wife is to obey the

least wish of the husband and do her best to help the realization of that wish;

they also knew full well that the Imperial Line of Ayodhya can never be polluted

by a son who would transgress Dharma. Though Dasaratha might promise that the

son of the third wife could succeed to the throne, the son of Kaika born in the

dynasty would certainly be an embodiment of righteousness, free from such

blemish: so, they pleaded with him, with

palms meeting in prayer, "Lord! What greater happiness have we than yours?

Accept the conditions laid by the King of Kekaya and wed his daughter and

ensure the continuity of this dynasty of Raghu. There is no need to spend even

a minute's thought upon this".

The words of the queens fanned his native ardour to an even brighter flame;

therefore, the King sent Garga back with many presents agreeing to the terms

and informing the King that he was following fast for the wedding ceremony. The

ceremony itself was celebrated with lavish magnificence.

Dasaratha returned to his capital, shining like the moon amidst the stars, when

he passed through the streets in procession, accompanied by the three queens.

The King treated each of them with equal consideration; they too, evinced equal

love and respect towards each other and the King. They adored him and were

afraid to displease him. They endeavoured their best to carry out his wishes

and not to hinder his desire, for they revered him as their God, in the

tradition of the true wife. They lived with such intimate mutual love that it

appeared as if all three had but one breath, though they moved about as three

bodies!

Years passed. The King and the queens crossed the bounds of youth and middle age

and approached the realm of old age; there were no signs of a son. Therefore,

though the women's apartments of the palace had all the comforts and

accessories needed for happy existence, the hearts of the queens were torn by

unrest, anxiety and despair.

One evening, the four (the King and his queens) sat in a room or the palace

spending hours of anxiety over the future of Ayodhya, and the prospects of its

prosperity and safety; and each attempted to answer intelligently and

pleasantly. At last, unable to resolve the problem, they rose, heavily dejected

and decided that they should consult the family Preceptor, Vasishta, and accept

his advice.

At break of dawn, Vasishta was respectfully invited to grant his Presence; many

Pundits and Counselors were also called for consultation. The King placed

before them the problem of finding a successor to rule the vast realm between

the two seas, the Imperial domain under the sway of the Raghu dynasty. Overcome

by despair, Dasaratha prayed to the elders in plaintive terms for beneficial

suggestions.

Vasishta dwelt long in thought; at last, he opened his eyes and spoke thus:

"King! You need not grieve thus. Ayodhya will not be rendered masterless. She

will not suffer widowhood. This domain will be gay, happy and prosperous, in

unbroken festivity and evergreen with festoonery. She will be the guardian of

right living, reverberating with music and joy. I will not agree to the raising

of a prince from some other dynasty to the throne of Ayodhya. The Grace of God

is a gift inscrutable. The Vow of Righteousness which you are fulfilling will

surely bring you the supreme joy of having a son. Do not delay any further!

Invite the sage Rshyasrnga, the son of Vibhandaka and perform, with him as the

High Priest, the sacred Yaga (Sacrifice) called Puthrakameshti (the Yaga

prescribed for those desirous of begetting a son). Make all the necessary

ceremonial and ritual arrangements for the Yaga forthwith. Your desire will be

achieved without fail".

The queens listened to these reassuring words, spoken so emphatically by

Vasishta. They were filled with Ananda! The bud of hope bloomed anew in their

hearts. They retired into their apartments, praying most earnestly.

The King searched among his entourage for the most appropriate emissary to be

sent to Rshyasrnga, son of Vibhandaka, and to invite him to the imperial

capital on such a mission. At last, he called near him his old friend,

Romapada, the King of the Anga State and sent him with necessary instructions

and equipment. Meanwhile, arrangements for the Yaga were put through, on the

bank of the sacred Sarayu river. Attractive sacrificial altars were

constructed, in conformity with sacred injunctions. The City was decorated with

flags and festoons.

As was anticipated, the great sage Rshyasrnga entered the city of Ayodhya, to

the great delight of all, with his consort Santha.

Emperor Dasaratha welcomed the sage at the main gate of the Palace; he

ceremonially washed the feet of the distinguished saint; he placed on his own

head a few drops of the water sanctified by his feet; he then fell at the feet

of Vasishta and prayed to him to enquire from Rshyasrnga the proper procedure

for the contemplated Yaga.

Rshyasrnga wanted that the ministers and scholars be seated in appointed order;

he directed the King also to sit on his throne. Then he described the various

processes of the ceremony, so that the court priests could note them for their

guidance. He gave them in such detail that every one even knew where exactly he

was to sit in the sacrificial hall!

The sage decided that the Yaga shall begin on the stroke of seven, the very next

day. The news spread all over the City in a trice. Before dawn every street was

decorated with green festoons, every road was packed with people pressing

forward to the vast open space on the bank of the Sarayu, where the Yaga was to

be performed. The river bank was thick with the eager populace.

Rshyasrnga, with his consort Santha, entered the specially built Yaga Mantap,

with the King and Queens, while Vedic chanting and the music of bugle, trumpet

and clarinet and the cheers of the people resounded from the sky. Rshyasrnga

was installed as the 'Brahma', or the Chief Organizer for the Yaga; he assigned

various tasks like worship, recitation, chanting, propitiation, etc. to

scholars, in consideration of their qualifications. The offerings were placed

in the sacred fire with the prescribed formulae by Rshyasrnga himself, with

scrupulous exactitude, deep devotion and faith.

>From the fire that was scripturally fed, there arose before all eyes, a Divine

Person who shone with the blinding splendour of a sudden stroke of lightning!

He held a bright vessel in his hands. At this, the vast concourse including the

priests were petrified with wonder, awe, fear and joy. They were overwhelmed by

the sudden onrush of bliss and mystery. The King and Queens shed tears of joy;

they cast their looks upon the Divine Person and prayed to Him, with folded

palms.

Rshyasrnga continued the formulae with undisturbed equanimity, as the texts

prescribe, offering oblations in the fire. Suddenly, a Voice as on the Day of

Mergence, resounded from the dome of the sky. Rshyasrnga sat aghast and sought

to listen to the Message from above. "Maharaja! Accept this Vessel, and give

the sacred 'payasam' food brought therein in appropriate shares to your three

queens", the Voice announced. Placing the vessel in the hands of the King the

mysterious Person who had emerged from the flames disappeared into them.

The joy of the people, princes, pundits and priests who witnessed this great

manifestation knew no bounds. Soon, the final rituals were completed and the

Maharaja returned in procession to the Palace, with the sacred vessel gifted by

the Gods in his hands.

Ramakatha RasavahiniThe Sweet Story of Rama's GloryOriginal in Telegu written by

Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai BabaRendered into English by Professor N. Kasturi

Source: http://www.vahini.org/ramakatha/chapter3.htmlVahini.org: 'Vahini' Books

written by Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

 

 

 

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