Ramakatha Rasavahini, Chapter 11 (a) - Lakshmana - Too

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Chapter 11 (a)Lakshmana - Too

 

Within the Palace, the companions of Rama, elated and happy, ready with their

bright countenances and splendid robes were waiting to accompany him to the

Festival Hall. Sumanthra went into the apartments that lay still deeper Inside

the Palace. There he saw Rama, seated on a golden cot, scattering Divine Light

around him, and Sita standing by his side, gently fanning him. He shone like

the Moon with the star, Chitra.

Sumanthra was in a hurry; he could not brook delay. He said, "Rama! Mother

Kaikeyi and your Father have both asked me to bring you quickly to the Palace

of that Queen; they have sent me on that mission here; I have hurried hither

for that same purpose". As soon as he heard those words, Rama turned towards

Sita and said, "Sita! This is a sign of some obstacle, and not of anything

else. I am not unaware of this; but I kept silent and said, 'Yes' for

everything, so that Father might be kept happy. Father’s orders are to be

honoured, lest he be pained." While Rama was talking in this strain, the heart

of Sumanthra was pounding fast inside him. He was trying to interpret Rama’s

words and the picture of Dasaratha lying wailing on the floor. He was now

convinced that the obstacle Rama spoke of was genuine.

But, Sita interrupted Rama; she said "Lord! What are you talking about? On this

auspicious occasion you should not speak thus. Whatever the obstacle,

father-in-law's words must be honoured. If he is content, we are content. For

his sake, we must renounce whatever has to be. Do not hesitate even a little;

go immediately. Whether the Coronation takes place or not, we shall be equally

happy. Mother Kaikeyi has inordinate affection towards you; any- thing that she

directs us to do, any order that she gives us, will be for our good beyond

doubt. There is no one here on earth who is as

solicitous for our welfare as Mother Kaikeyi. When Father and such a Mother send

word that you should hasten towards them, how happy we should be!" Saying this,

Sita followed Rama to the main door of the Hall and wished him well.

Rama told her, "Sita! Don’t I know all this? For me, the days that are past, the

days that are around us and the days yet to come are all the same. I welcome

each day with full joy. To uphold the reputation of Father, I am prepared to do

anything, I am prepared to go anywhere. I am indeed immensely happy that you

share my feeling and second my resolve." Rama moved out, accompanied by

Sumanthra. When they ascended the chariot waiting on the road in front of the

Palace, people raised shouts of 'Jai, Jai Ramachandra Prabhu ki Jai.' The

acclamation shook the skies.

Sumanthra announced to the populace, "Now the chariot is not taking Rama to the

Coronation Hall. It is taking him to where the Emperor is. So, allow the

chariot to go as fast as it should. Rama will return in a few moments; so wait

here itself." Sumanthra explained the reason for the hurry, and drove in hot

haste. When Rama was proceeding thus along the city streets to the Palace of

Kaikeyi, in his divine chariot, as soon as he was sighted, heroes cheered like

lions. Minstrels and courtiers started paeans of praise. The strains of many

instruments of music filled the sky. Acclamation of "Jai", "Jai" rose from the

thick masses of people on both sides of the road. Women in their best clothes,

bedecked with jewels, thronged the terraces of the house and filled the windows,

eager to wave lamps when Rama passed by.

When he approached the Palace, they showered floral petals and waved sacred

lamps. People gazed upon the Prince until he passed beyond reach of the eye;

then, they relished with joy the picture of "Rama in the chariot" they had

imprinted on their hearts, and, stood without stirring wherever they were, like

idols of themselves, lost in contemplation of the Bliss that filled them.

The chariot rode into the precincts of the Palace of Dasaratha named Vardhamana,

as imposing as Mount Kailas itself. It passed through the three quadrangles

guarded by vigilant bowmen.

Then, Rama alighted from the vehicle. Thereafter, he moved through two more

quadrangles on foot. While walking across, he told his companions and even

Lakshmana to stay back. For, Rama knew what was about to happen soon. In spite

of this, he was acting like a mortal, as naturally as any would under the

circumstances! Finally, Rama entered the apartments of the Queens and the place

where Dasaratha had fallen on the bed. His hair was disheveled; he was wearing

the clothes of 'yesterday'. He was lying on the bed without any regard to

propriety. Rama was astonished at the spectacle. Kaikeyi was standing by the

side of the bed.

Dasaratha's face had lost all trace of brightness; he was lamenting and wailing.

He raised his head; his eyes fell upon Rama. His tongue failed to spell out what

he longed to say. Tears streamed from his eyes. Though he tried to speak, no

sound came. Rama had never before seen or experienced such a fearsome scene. He

was filled with anxiety; he hastened to the presence of his father, and held

both his feet in his hands. "Tell me, father, why you lament so? What is the

cause? I shall try to confer joy on you, in the best manner possible. I shall

dedicate my very life for the sake of restoring your Ananda. Tell me what has

caused this grief; do not weep", he pleaded.

 

At this Dasaratha exclaimed, 'Rama!" and broke into tears again, unable to

continue. He lost consciousness. Rama tried to revive him and console him; but,

he fell deeper into grief and could not be pacified. Then, Rama mustered courage

and took his father to task, "Father! what is all this? You have to instill

courage into young persons like me; on the other hand, you are weeping and

wailing and filling us with fear! No. This is not right. This is the occasion

to be happy; but, is it Dharma, is it proper, for you to sink into grief? Till

this day, whenever you were angry or worried, my coming to you used to remove

in a trice all signs of those troubles, and to make you

beam with Ananda. You used to gain peace again when you drew me near, didn’t

you? How is it then that the longer you took at me the more you suffer from

sorrow? This makes my grief too more painful. Can you not mention the reason

for this strange behaviour and bring solace to me? Won’t you tell me? Has any

wrong been committed by me? Or, if there is anything I have to do, tell me, I

shall do it without fail. I shall correct myself, if you tell me my faults. Do

not grieve; do not doubt or hesitate; tell me with the authority of affection

what I have to do, and I shall bow to the order. Father! Your being plunged in

grief is not good augury for you, for me as well as for the Empire".

Praying thus, Rama turned towards Kaikeyi. With folded palms, he asked her,

"Mother! Have I committed any wrong? Tell me who that execrable sinner is who

caused such grief to father! The moment father saw me, he used to beckon me

lovingly, draw me close to him, and fondle me caressingly! Now, he does not

even look at my face; why is it so? He does not utter one word; he keeps his

face turned away from me! If, however, the fault, the crime is mine, I am ready

to suffer any punishment to atone for it. It is enough for me if father is

happy. Or, is he suffering from any illness or disease? Else, have my brothers,

Bharatha and Satrughna sent any bad news? They are well, aren’t they? Mother

Kausalya and Sumitra are well, I hope! I am overcome with grief, since I am

unable to understand the reason for father’s agony! I shall do whatever is

needed to bring joy back to him, however hard it may be. His command, however

painful, I shall discharge to the full, most loyally, with bowed head. Whoever

is born, the father is the cause of his birth. Therefore, the father is

everyone’s visible God. I seek nothing higher than his happiness. Have

compassion on me; tell me what has taken place. Mother! was your self-respect

hurt by any incident, resulting in your speaking some harsh words against

father? Or, did my mother act against his will and hurt his feelings? Mother

Kausalya will never behave like that. And, Sumitra? I am more certain about

her. She will not at all act so. And father will certainly not lament so

distressingly, even if either of them acted so foolishly. There must be some

very serious reason for his plight. When

father is reluctant to tell me what that is, at least you can tell me about it

and console my grief".

Looking at Rama who was so pathetically praying to her, Kaikeyi gave up all

sense of mercy and moderation, all consideration for the husband who might be

plunged in deeper misery when he hears her words spoken in utter disregard of

the calamities they were sure to usher in. She did not stop to inquire whether

the words could be uttered or whether they were better left unspoken. She did

not discriminate between the fleeting present and the oncoming future. She

brushed aside the claims of love, and cast off her own innate dignity and

motherly status.

She said, "Rama! Listen! Years ago, during the battle between the Devas and the

Asuras (Gods and Demons), your father was wounded by dire demonic arrows and he

suffered unbearable pain. I nursed him back to health and happiness. He

appreciated my sacrifice and service and told me to name two boons promising to

grant them to me. At that time, I felt that the only thing I craved for was his

recovery and

victory; so I replied: ‘I do not desire any boon now; I shall ask you for the

promised boons when I feel the urge later’. Your father said, 'Right! whenever

you like, ask me whichever two boons you wish for; I shall certainly grant them

and fulfill your desire. These boons have no limit of time and are bound by no

condition. Whenever you ask, whatever the boons, I shall give them', he vowed.

"You know that scions of the Ikshvaku line never break their promised word.

Putting faith in that well known fact, I asked now for those two boons: one,

that my son Bharatha should be crowned Emperor and two, that you should be sent

into the Dandaka Forest for a period of fourteen years. As a result, your father

is creating this hubbub! Why elaborate further? I shall not modify or withdraw

my demands. If your father is as adherent of Truth, and if you desire to

prove that you too are an adherent of Truth, you have to go this very moment to

the Dandaka Forest, wearing deerskin and matted hair. You have to reside there

for fourteen years.

"Since you are his very life-breath, he does not like to send you into exile; he

is reluctant to ask you to go. He apprehends you may take it amiss; that is the

reason for this grief. Rama! No other calamity or deluge has happened here. It

is meaningless to exaggerate this minor matter and make out that a mountainous

catastrophe has landed on us. Rama! The father can be saved from the sin of

breaking his word only when his very image, the son, resolves to fulfill the

vow he fails to fulfill. Else, if he who vowed and he who is the son of the

person who vowed, both neglect it, then the father has to meet the doom of

eternal downfall. You are not unaware of this".

Rama was not affected in the least, while listening to these words uttered with

such deliberate hard-heartedness. With a smile playing on his lips, he replied,

"For this reason, it is not proper that father should lament". He nodded his

head as if to signify his approval of the proposals made by Kaikeyi. But, when

this conversation fell on his ears, Dasaratha felt as if his heart was being

sawn within. He rolled and groaned in extreme agony. Rama turned towards

Kaikeyi and said, "Mother! It will happen as you have contemplated! I am

reverentially placing on my head the promise made by my father. It is enough if

father draws me near him as he so lovingly used to do until now and speaks to me

affectionately, and blesses me. Well, if I am at least told that I don’t deserve

these, that I have not earned that merit, I will accept it without demur and

with equal joy and satisfaction. For, father always wishes the best for me. He

blesses me always and desires that I progress ever. He is a great seer; he is

for me not

only the father, but the preceptor who teaches the highest path. What

responsibility and duty have I than conferring joy on him, who is both father

and teacher? This is my dearest duty, my Dharma. I will derive immense Ananda

in the forest for fourteen years. Not merely fourteen, if father’s wish is

such. I am prepared to live all my life in the forest itself! But, why is it

that father is hesitating to tell me about these two boons? This is what pains

me. Will I

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parental word, not its opponent. Is there any act of gratitude nobler than

dedicating this body, which was received from the father, to his service alone?

I shall offer it with Ananda; I am not one who waits to be told to do so.

"Mother why did you not mention to me that Bharatha is the person to be crowned?

I and my brother - there is no difference between us; why then did you entertain

any difference between us? We know no distinction among ourselves. Also, why is

it that you say, ‘This is your father’s command’? Do I ever disobey your

commands? No I never do so. Whether you say it or my father says it I

un-hesitatingly carry it out. I am leaving Ayodhya this very day, and

proceeding to the forest. Mother! Send proper

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grandfather's place. It is best to get him quickly. If my moving into the

forest and the coronation of Bharatha happen at the same time, father will be

saved from physical strain, mental anxiety and the sense of void. And you too

can be fully content! Who can say how events will shape themselves?"

When Kaikeyi heard these words from Rama, she was filled with Ananda and

apprehension. She feared what might happen if Bharatha arrived while Rama was

still present in the city; she concluded that it was best to insist on Rama

leaving for the forest that very day itself. She replied, "Rama! It is possible

to make arrangements to get Bharatha from where he is to Ayodhya; but, there is

no need why you should continue here until he reaches this City. Since you have

decided to start the hermit life, why should you delay your departure? For, the

longer the start is delayed, the day of your return too will be advanced! It is

advisable that you get ready to leave even now. "Your father is eager to tell

you this himself, but, he is unwilling to express his command directly. Though

his heart insists that he should say it, he is bothered by a sense of shame,

for he loves you much. He is reluctant to inform you of his promise to me; that

is the reason for his distress. He has no other grief. The quicker you depart

from Ayodhya, the sooner he will recover from agony. Until you leave Ayodhya, I

am afraid, he will not take food or bathe. Therefore, if you yearn to restore

him to happiness, the sooner you depart the better".

Dasaratha lying prostrate on the bed heard these heart-piercing words of

Kaikeyi; he could not contain his anger and sorrow. He burst into indistinct

fury, "Fie on you, traitorous demon!" and turning to Rama, he cried, "Rama"

twice, before he fainted again. Rama sat on the bed, with the head of his

father on his lap; he stroked the forehead and consoled and comforted him with

sweet lovingness. He also spoke to Kaikeyi, "Mother! I am not a covetous

fellow, poisoned by worldly ambition. I have no desire to win over the

people and establish my rule over the kingdom. I wish to live like a hermit; I

yearn to foster and maintain righteousness (Dharma), that is all. I have only

one more resolve: to confer joy on my most revered father. To realize these

three objectives, I am prepared to undertake any task. A son has no greater

duty, no higher good, than serving the father. Mother! Though father has not

directly spoken to me, you are telling me what his command is, aren’t you? That

is quite enough. Besides, you are speaking in his very presence, and despite his

hearing what you say, he is unable to alter or deny anything. Therefore, I infer

that your words are virtually his. So, I bow to the order, and shall leave as

directed.

"Mother! I have one little wish, which I hope you will fulfill. When Bharatha is

ruling the empire, see that he obeys in every way the orders of Father and that

he contributes to the joy and satisfaction of Father by his acts. For me, for

Bharatha; indeed, for every son, there is nothing more holy and more fruitful

than the vow of filling the heart of the father with contentment and happiness.

Service of the father is the Sanathana Dharma, the eternal duty, of the son".

With these words, Rama fell prostrate on the ground and touched the feet of

Mother Kaikeyi. Dasaratha, who heard his Son, writhed as if the Dharma that

Rama expounded and the equanimity which he revealed aroused his love even more

and thus aggravated his sorrow beyond control. Knowing that Rama will not stay

in Ayodhya any longer, he lost all sense of propriety and status. He shouted,

"Rama!", and slumped on the hard floor of the room. Women in the zenana heard

the thump, and were stunned

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of events. Rama realized that it was not advisable to delay any longer. He

prostrated before his father and touched his feet. Then, he walked out of the

apartment.

Lakshmana was standing at the door and listening to the words spoken inside the

room. He was in tears; he was furious against Kaikeyi and angry against father.

He found it impossible to give expression to his feelings; so, he followed the

footsteps of Rama with arms folded, eyes on the ground, head bent low. Though

he had lost a kingdom, and had to exile himself into the forest, Rama’s face

shone like the moon behind thick dark clouds, unaffected by the black veil. The

splendour of his countenance was unaffected; for, he faced honour and dishonour

with equal serenity. He behaved like a veteran Yogi, with no trace of agitation

in thought, word and deed; he walked as if nothing had happened to cause him

worry. However, Sumanthra guessed that some transformation had happened inside

the palace. The guess soon grew into certainty. When his eyes fell on

Lakshmana, his heart suffered a shock. To add to his fears, Rama brushed aside

the White Umbrella that was held over him by the attendant. He ordered that the

ceremonial whisks be not used for him. He declared that he did not deserve any

more the silver chariot. On hearing this, Sumanthra lost strength of body and

will. He was confirmed in his worst fears.

Rama did not speak a word to those around him or to the citizens he met; not

that he was sad, no, he knew that others would be hurt if they heard the news.

For, if he spoke, he would have to speak out the truth; and he would be

spreading sadness through his own words. In spite of this, his style of walking

back to the palace announced the sad news to all onlookers.

Rama did not proceed direct to the apartments of Sita. He chose to walk to the

palace of Kausalya. The palace was resplendent with flags and festoons and

other external marks of jubilation. The women and other attendants of the

palace got intimation of the approach of Rama and Lakshmana to the mansion and

they got ready lamps on plates, and ranged themselves in rows to welcome them.

Old and trusted guards at the main entrance rose sharply when they espied the

Brothers, and exclaimed, "Victory! VictoryMay it be victory to you"! They

bowed low and offered homage. When Rama entered the second square inside,

Brahmins who had gathered there showered their blessings on him. On entering

the third square, the young maids in attendance on the queen rushed in,

carrying the happy tidings that Rama and his younger brother were arriving, to

offer reverence to the mother. They were themselves delighted at the sight of

the princes. From the outer door right up to the room where the Mother was,

maidens standing on both sides of the long passage

waved ceremonial lamps as sign of welcome, to ward off evil and welcome joy and prosperity.

Queen Kausalya had observed vigil all night, in preparation for the holy day

that had dawned. She was engaged since dawn in worshipful rites. Aged Brahmin

priests were propitiating the God of Fire with Vedic hymns, when Rama was

announced. The mother was overwhelmed with joy, since she could witness with

her own eyes the Coronation of her son. She celebrated her joy by means of

several rites; she gave away plentiful gifts. She fasted and kept vigil; Ananda

was enough food for her, the Ananda she

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the curls on his head; she led him by the hand into the shrine room where she

was spending the morning. She had no knowledge of the somersault events had

taken. Innocent and simple-hearted that she was, she wore the white sari of

purity and with the sacred silk cord tied round her wrist, she was gratefully

engaged in the worship of the Gods. Looking at the face of Rama, she noticed an

added splendour illumining it. So she could not contain within

herself her Ananda. "Son!" she said, "your forefathers were all Royal Sages,

Rajarshis. They were strong upholders of Right. They were super-souls,

Mahatmas, each one. You shall be as long-lived as they, as renowned as they;

your glory must reach the ends of all the quarters as their glory did. Son!

Follow the ideals of Righteousness which were held high by this dynasty; do not

neglect them, even in a fit of absence of mind. Hold on to them, without

wavering in the least." With these words, she

placed a few grains of rice on his head, in token of her blessing on the

auspicious day. She placed a golden seat near hers, saying, "Son! You observed

the ceremonial vigil last night, didn’t you? And, you fasted yesterday,

according to rule. You must be exhausted. Sit here for a while, and eat a few

fruits." So saying, she held forth a gold plate of fruits which she had made

ready for him.

Rama was thrilled by the Ananda of the mother and the love she showered on him.

He wondered how he could communicate to her the turn of events; he was

unwilling to destroy the atmosphere of joy. For the sake of giving her

satisfaction, he sat on the golden chair, fingered the contents of the plate

and said, "Mother! From this moment, I should not touch gold. I should not sit

on golden chairs. I am awaiting your blessing, for, I have to proceed as an

exile to the Dandaka Forest. I came to you for taking leave". Kausalya could

not understand a word of what he said. She could only say, "Son! Within a few

minutes, you are to be crowned King, and you talk of the Dandaka Forest! I am

at a loss to make out the sense of what you say". She thought her son was

teasing her with a joke. She said, "Son! In this auspicious hour, you should

not, even in fun, talk of things of bad omen. Give it up, my lovely gem!" She

scooped with her fingers a little from a plate of rice, boiled in milk and with

sugar, and

placed it on Rama's tongue! Observing her love and her Ananda, the eyes of

Lakshmana were spontaneously filled with tears.

Kausalya noted it; she turned to him, and inquired, "Lakshmana! Why are you so

sad?" She hurried towards him and tried to caress him, but Lakshmana could not

suppress his grief any longer. He wept aloud and sobbed. The queen stood

aghast; she did not know why he sobbed. Rama’s words and Lakshmana's grief

confused her much. Meanwhile Rama interceded: "Mother! if you promise not to

grieve, I shall tell you one thing" and he held her hands in his, very firmly.

"This is something that

will endow me and you, and our entire family and dynasty with imperishable

glory. So, don’t give room for any anxiety, doubt or distress. Agree to it with

alacrity and affection. Does it not give you great joy that I obey father’s

command? He has resolved to crown my brother, Bharatha! He has resolved to send

me, in the habiliments of a hermit, into the Dandaka forest for a period of

fourteen years. I have bowed to his command and come here to take leave of

you." At this, Kausalya shrieked "Rama", and fell on the floor. "What a turn of

events is this? Is the tender child of mine to be sent into the dark jungle?

What crime has my Rama done to deserve this? Can this be true? Or, is it

meaningless jabber coming out of my own brain, since I had no sleep and no

food?"

While she was thus trying to explain to herself and consoling herself, the

happenings at Kaikeyi's palace had spread throughout the zenana and the noise

of wailing and lamentation rose from maids and attendants everywhere. All faces

streamed with tears in great sorrow. Cries of "Rama! Do not leave us", were

heard on all sides. Grief-stricken groups hurried to the palace of Kausalya,

who was overwhelmed with astonishment, sorrow and fear. She could not unravel

the mystery of it all. She could not rise from the floor, for she was weighed

down with anxiety and despair. Nevertheless, she was longing to understand what

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her lap, and caressing his curly hair she asked, "Son! What is this I hear?

This news? Tell me clearly what took place. I cannot bear this suspense any

longer". Rama told her, "Honouring the two boons that father had promised

Kaikeyi once upon a time, father granted her these two wishes". Rama told

Kausalya that the first boon she was granted was, "Bharatha is to be crowned"

and the second was, I should be sent to the Forest for

fourteen years".

When Rama related these facts and confirmed their truth, Kausalya exclaimed,

"Rama! Did Kaikeyi really demand such boons? Kaikeyi had unbounded love and

affection towards you. She would not have wished for these things any day. Let

that rest. Even if she has, I am sure it must be only to test the king! For

this simple thing, why should there be so much confusion and anxiety? Or,

assuming that she asked for the boons; will your father ever agree to grant

them? I refuse to believe this. Will

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single moment, send you away into the forest for fourteen years? This is

plunging me into more confusion."

Seeing his mother doubting the truth of the incidents that actually took place,

Rama again held both her hands in his and pleaded, "Mother! Believe my words!

Father had already promised to grant her whichever two boons she desired;

afterwards, when she asked for these two, he had no inclination to break his

plighted word, to take back the promise he had solemnly granted. Nor could his

mind agree to order me into the forest and be without me. So, he is suffering

great mental distress. I cannot bear the sight of his affliction. I have just

now returned from that palace. He is stricken unconscious: he is in terrible

anguish. This is the truth. I am not so cruel as to cause such anxiety in you

over a light laughable matter, believe me. I have accepted father’s order; I

have come to you for your permission."

With these words, Rama fell at the feet of his mother. Kausalya lifted him up

tenderly. She said, "Rama! What strange behaviour is this? However barbarian a

person may be, will he demand these horrible boons? Can ever any human being

think of sending you, who is to be crowned in a few minutes, into the forest

and for fourteen years? Am I to suffer throughout my life? I got a son, after

observing many a vow and ritual. Looking on your lovely face, I overcame the

pangs of those years of sorrow. I have no other desire; I ask for no other

boon; enough for me if

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gift? Did I deliver a child only to throw it into the forest? Will any mother

agree to send her son into the jungle? Alas, what sin have I committed in the

past? In which of my previous lives have I kept apart a mother from her son?

Since the day when you were initiated into Vedic studies, I was deriving

happiness every moment from the thought that the day of your Coronation was

drawing near. Have those sweet dreams of mine come to naught? Have all my hopes

been dashed to the ground and broken to pieces? Have all the vows, vigils, rites

and rituals I so scrupulously observed and performed for ensuring your joy and

happiness been in vain? 0! what a big sinner am I? Why has my heart not broken

on hearing this news? Perhaps, I have to hear and bear many more heart-breaking

news! Death does not help me! My heart still beats, in spite of this shock.

Alas, even death awaits the allotted moment. He comes; but on seeing my plight

leaves me alive, postponing the moment of my release. Yama too has no mercy

towards me, I am pronounced undeserving of even the realm of Death. O Rama!

That this calamity should happen to us!" She lamented and fell on the floor in

a faint. Coming to, she rolled on the floor, pressing her heart with the palm

of her hand. Rama could not quietly look on the scene. The wailing of the

maids, who gathered around blasted his ears like thunderbolts.

Bhajan: Jaya Radha Madhava

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/chapter11a.htmlVahini.org: 'Vahini'

Books written by Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

 

 

 

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