RAMAKATHA RASAVAHINI – PART – I [9]

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RAMAKATHA RASAVAHINI – PART – I [9]

The Rama Story, Stream of Sacred Sweetness

As told by the Divine Lord Himself in the present Avatar as Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

Chapter 13Entering into Exile

Thousands had gathered in the quadrangle of the Palace. Their grief was

immeasurable. Meanwhile, the Minister went in, and aroused the Emperor who had

fallen unconscious on the floor. He made him sit up, and placed him in

position. He communicated to him the news that Sita, Rama and Lakshmana had

come to have audience with him. Rama had already stood near his father,

speaking words of soothing love. When Dasaratha saw Sita and Lakshmana, his

grief knew no bounds. He embraced Rama closely and fell on the floor. Anguish

choked his throat; he pressed his hands on his chest and tried to suppress the

agony. Sita and Lakshmana could not look on at the suffering Emperor.

Lakshmana saw Kaikeyi, standing by with an air of authority; his eyes became red

with rage; he looked daggers at her as if he would kill her on the spot. But he

controlled his anger, and cooled his emotion, watching the serenely calm face

of Rama. At that time, Kaikeyi said, "Rama! You are plunging your father in

deeper grief! The sooner you leave and reach the forest, the quicker will your

father be relieved from anxiety. Do not delay any longer! Prostrate before your

father, and go". These words so devoid of elementary kindness seemed to split

the heart of Dasaratha. Dasaratha suddenly shouted, "Demoness! Evil spirit! How

hard and adamantine are your words" and fell in a faint. Just at that moment,

Sita, Rama and Lakshmana fell at his feet. Rama said, "Father! Bless us and

permit us to leave. This is a time

fit for rejoicing, not pining and grieving. Over-attachment brings infamy in its

train". Rama pleaded that he should be courageous and give up the delusion that

makes him dote on him. Rama clasped his father's feet, and then knelt on his

Knees caressing and consoling.

Dasaratha opened his eyes and looked full at his beloved son. He sat up with

great difficulty and holding both hands of Rama in his, he said, "O my darling

Son! Listen to my words! You are possessed of self-control and discrimination.

You know what is right; it is proper that you should do only the right thing.

Now, it is not right when one person does wrong, for another to suffer from its

consequences, isn't it? The play of Fate is unpredictable, it is a riddle beyond

solution".

The Emperor began to pile argument on argument in his innocence and love, to

dissuade Rama from his resolve to proceed to the forest.

Rama was known to Dasaratha, the father, as a Master of the Codes of Morality,

and as a strict adherent of these Codes; he was skilled in justifying his acts;

he was unafraid of the consequences of his resolve. Dasaratha read from the face

of Rama who stood before him that he had come ready to take leave of him for the

journey into exile. When he saw Sita too before him, he called her near and when

she knelt by his side, he stroked her head softly, and described to her the

travails of forest life. He told her that the best course for her would be to

stay back, either with her parents-in-law, or with her own parents. His words

came through groans of unbearable sorrow. He gnashed his teeth in rage, when

his eyes fell upon Kaikeyi; all the while, he was fuming and fretting within

himself, unable to contain his

grief.

Sita fell at his feet and said "Revered Father-in-law! My mind longs only for

the service of Rama. That good fortune awaits me in full measure in the forest.

I cannot stay back, losing this precious chance. Service rendered to parents or

parents-in-law cannot give the wife the joy of fulfillment that service

rendered to her husband can alone give. There is no joy or happiness greater or

higher than that. Do not oppose me or present arguments against my leaving.

Confer on me your blessings and send me with Ramachandra."

Dasaratha could well understand and appreciate the yearning of Sita. He extolled

her virtues with genuine enthusiasm, for the edification of Kaikeyi, standing

before him. Meanwhile, the wives of Royal ministers, and the wives of Royal

Preceptors who were in the room gathered around Sita, and, in their turn, they

too described the hardship inherent in forest life. The Court Preceptor's

spouse sought a cleverer ruse to dissuade her. She said, "Sita! You have not

been required to leave and go into the forest. It is your task to remain here

and comfort the parents of your husband who are sunk in sorrow. You are half of

Rama, aren't you? So, this half must stay in order to alleviate the sorrow that

the departure of the other half is causing them. Moreover since you are half of

the eldest son, the Heir to the Throne,

you have the right to rule over the Empire. If Rama moves into the forest and

lives there to honour the word of his father, stay and rule over the realm and

uphold the renown of Rama, filling his parents with delight. As the wife of

Rama, this is the correct step you should take; this is your legitimate duty".

These words were spoken as soft and sweet as the whispering of autumn moonbeams

into the ears of chakravaka birds; but they made Sita reel in misery. She was

so overcome that no reply came from her.

During this interval, Kaikeyi had secured hermit's robes of fiber as well as

rosaries of Tulsi; she held them before Rama and said, "The Emperor holds you

as dear as his very life. So, he is bringing down eternal infamy on his head,

unwilling to let you go. His affection for you is clouding the righteousness of

the course. He will not utter the words, 'Go into the forest', at any time,

under any circumstance. It is fruitless to await his agreement and his

permission. So, decide on any one of these two steps: Are you courting infamy

and dishonour and staying to rule over the Empire? Or, are you leaving for the

forest and bringing eternal glory to the Ikshvaku Dynasty? Decide and act".

Rama was glad that she spoke so. But, the words entered the heart of Dasaratha

like sharp nails driven in by heavy hammer-strokes. "Alas! What cruel fate is

mine! That I should be alive even after hearing such harsh words!” he

exclaimed, and rolled to the floor in a faint. Regaining consciousness, he

recalled the words he had heard, and again, became unconscious. Rama could not

bear the sight of his father's helplessness in the face of the situation that

confronted him. He felt that he should accept the suggestion of Kaikeyi and

leave; for, the sooner he left, the better it would be for all concerned.

He received in his hands the fiber-robe his stepmother had brought and winding

one of them around himself, he gave the other to Sita. She stood holding it in

her hands, with her head bent in embarrassment, for she did not know how to

wear it or fasten it around her. It looked too short a piece. Rama, who had

already worn his robe, came near and spoke to her in a low voice. She was

ashamed to confess that she did not know how to wear the fiber-garment, which

hermit women draped around themselves so elegantly. She whispered, "Besides,

this is not like the ones we wear; it is too short and not wide enough!" Rama

consoled her, and, putting courage into her, took her aside, and saying that it

could be worn 'thus-wise', he wound it round her himself. Seeing this, the wives

of the hermits and other women of the

palace shed tears of sympathy.

At this juncture, Vasishtha the Royal Preceptor arrived at the scene; he stood

aghast, taking in the situation at a glance. He fell foul of Queen Kaikeyi. He

declared that Sita need not wear the garment of fiber. He asserted that Kaikeyi

had asked for and had been granted two boons only - Bharata to be crowned and

Rama sent into the forest. He said that Sita could go into the forest with all

regal paraphernalia and every requisite for a comfortable sojourn there.

At this, Rama unwound the garment he had placed over her dress. But Sita came

forward and fell at the feet of the Sage. She said, "Master! Of course, my

wearing that garment is not the direct consequence of mother Kaikeyi's desire.

Can I not follow the ways of my Lord? Would it be proper for me, would it bring

credit for me, if I live in the forest bedecked in jewels and costly silken

garments, when my Lord is wearing the garment of a hermit? It would be

extremely absurd for a dutiful wife to adopt this attitude, wouldn't it be?

Therefore, give me permission to put on these garments, so that I may maintain

the wife's code of conduct and carry out my duty".

The adherence to righteous conduct, which prompted this prayer, moved the mighty

Sage into tearful compassion. With sorrow stuttering his voice, he said, "Sita!

This line of thought comes quite naturally to you, since you are the embodiment

of virtue. But, as kings and rulers, there are certain principles to be

respected, by you and others. The crooked and wicked brain of your

mother-in-law Kaikeyi needs some correction and warning. As a matter of fact,

this day, your husband was to be crowned Emperor of this realm. Though that

event did not take place as a result of a combination of circumstances,

including promises made long ago, I must say that it is against political

justice to crown Bharata instead. Only the eldest son has the right to the

Throne; no one else has the claim. If he for any reason gives up the

right through his own free will, as he has done now, you, as the other half of

his person, have the right to wield that authority; no third party can exercise

it.

When Vasishtha was expounding rules of political morality, Kaikeyi was visibly

affected by fear. But she was not unaware of the fact that Sita would not

desire to exercise regal authority and power. However long Vasishtha elaborated

on her rights and claims, Sita refused to pay attention to them; she was

yearning for the chance to wear the fiber garment of the hermit in preference

to the robes of Imperial Splendor. The wife of the Royal Preceptor felt that

Sita would never retract from her resolve; so, she and others took the garment

and wound it round her, in correct hermitage style.

Meanwhile, Lakshmana too wore the same sylvan garments, as Rama had on. Rama

decided that there should be no more delay. The three prostrated reverently

before Dasaratha, who fainted away at the sight of his sons in their ascetic

attire. They prostrated also before Kaikeyi who was standing nearby. They fell

at the feet of sage Vasishtha and of his Consort. And they started towards the

forest.

Citizens of Ayodhya who had gathered at the Palace gates saw them walking as

hermits; they broke into bitter sobs. Many were so shocked that they fell

unconscious. Many beat their heads in sheer despair. While on the doorstep of

the Royal Gate, Rama once again prostrated before Sage Vasishtha, and spoke a

few words exhorting the people to remain calm and to uphold virtue. He told

them that they should not grieve over the turn of events, that he would return

to Ayodhya after the fourteen years of stay in the forest, and that the order

of exile was only for their good, for his own good and for the good of the

whole world.

Then, he distributed largesse to the poor; he gifted houses as well as gold,

lands and cows to Brahmins, so that they could perform ritual worship and

sacrifices without stint. He prayed to the Sage to arrange for the performance

of Vedic sacrifices on appropriate occasions. He stood with folded palms before

him and said. "Holy Sage and Preceptor, for these, the people, and for my

parents, you are the real parents. Advise the King, admonish the King, that he

may rule over the people as he would treat his own children". When the people

heard this prayer repeated on their behalf, they became sad, heart-broken. Some

of them beat their breasts, cursing themselves for losing the fortune of being

ruled by such a Prince. Some inflicted injuries on their own heads. Some rolled

on the ground and wailed

aloud.

Meanwhile, Rama turned again towards the mass of citizens, and with palms

folded, he spoke a few words to them. "My dear people, you are as dear to me as

my very life. Our Sovereign Ruler has sent me to protect and foster the forest

region. Do not entertain any animosity against him for this reason. Guard him

and pray for him at all times. Adhere to his commands; make him happy and be

happy yourselves. Your love for me should not lead you to dislike the King.

Never wish ill for him. Those only are dear to me who work for the happiness of

the King, after I leave for the forest. Those are the people who are really

devoted to me, who do what I really like. Fulfill this desire of mine; honour

these words of mine; make me happy. My dear people! Being separated from me, my

mother Queen Kausalya will naturally

be immersed in grief. Every mother in a similar situation will have unbearable

agony. But, I plead with you since you are intelligent and full of sympathy "do

your best to alleviate her sorrow and comfort her".

Then he called Minister Sumanthra near, and said, "O Sumanthra! Proceed now to

Father. Advise him and quieten him. That is the task on which you have to busy

yourself". Sumanthra was overcome with grief; he stood silent, with tears

streaming down his cheeks. He could not restrain his sorrow; he sobbed and wept

aloud. Other Ministers who were standing around him, as well as the Aides in

attendance, attempted to bring him round into a state of calmness and courage.

But they were too sad to stand there. So, they went into the Palace, in

accordance with the directive given by Rama. The entire city was sunk deep in a

vast sea of sorrow.

Meanwhile, Dasaratha recovered from his faint and became conscious of what had

happened. He lamented, "Rama! Rama!" and tried to raise himself up. But, heavy

with grief, he fell on the floor again. When he rose, he tried to walk, but

could not; he moved falteringly around.

At that moment, Sumanthra entered the room, and endeavored to hold him and

console him. But, with huge outbursts of anguish surging in him, how could he

convey consolation to his master? However, he remembered Rama's order to that

effect; and, so he dutifully swallowed the sorrow that was overwhelming his

heart and sat by the side of the Emperor with tears still flowing in streams.

He could not utter any word for a long time.

Dasaratha opened his eyes; he saw Sumanthra by his side; exclaiming in

uncontrollable grief "Rama!", he fell into the lap of the old minister and

poured out his sobs. Then, he rose and groaned, "Sumanthra! Rama has gone into

the forest; yet, my life has not gone out of this body! What can my life gain

by sticking to this body?" Then, getting a little calmer, he said, "Here!

Hasten behind Rama! Take a fast chariot and go. My daughter-in-law can never

bear the heat of the sun. She will soon have blisters on those lotus petal

soles! Go! Go with the chariot!"

Chapter 14Into the forest

"SUMANTHRA!” Dasaratha said, "My Ramachandra is an unshakable hero; he will not

turn back. His resolution cannot be shaken or suppressed by any one. Efforts

made for modifying it will be futile; and, we will only be causing him distress

by our attempts. Besides, Rama is an unswerving adherent of Truth. Do not delay,

for if even a little time is spent in getting the chariot ready, you may miss

his trail. My subjects cannot bear the sight of Rama walking along the royal

roads of Ayodhya. Go, go!"

The Emperor hurried him out, with the words, "Carry with you in that chariot, a

few hampers of food and a few weapons and give them over. Sumanthra! I forgot

to tell you this. Plead as strongly as you can, mention also that I told you to

pray that Sita be directed to return to Ayodhya. Take them into the chariot, and

let them go with you some distance towards the forest. Go into the forest along

with them, for, if Sita is frightened at the sight of the jungle, and you

become aware of her fear, immediately ask Rama for orders, and pray Sita, the

tender Princess of Mithila, to return to Ayodhya, bringing to her mind that it

is also my wish. Tell her that, if she cannot agree to stay in Ayodhya, the

Emperor will arrange to send her to her father, Janaka". Dasaratha repeated

these words often, and laden with grief

at the pictures they evoked, he lost consciousness and rolled on the ground.

Rising soon, he exclaimed, in great distress, "Sumanthra! Why waste words and

time? Bring my Rama, Lakshmana and Sita before me now; let me have a look at

all three. Decide on doing that, and make me happy." Then, he plaintively-

requested Sumanthra, "Go fast, don't delay, take the chariot to where they are

and drive the vehicle as far as it is possible for it to proceed, to the spot

beyond which it cannot go. Perhaps, it may be possible to journey in a chariot

for three or four days. At the end of that period, let them alight; stand there

watching them, until they move beyond the reach of your eyes, before you turn

back to bring me the news of their health and safety. Now, go. Don't stay near

me. Go." Dasaratha asked the Minister to hasten.

Bowing his head in acceptance of the Emperor's order, Sumanthra fell at his feet

and got the chariot ready. He caught up with Sita, Rama and Lakshmana, who were

going along the City roads on foot; he told them what the Emperor had spoken to

him; he had them seated inside the chariot; then, he drove off in the direction

of the forest. On both sides of the Royal Road, masses of citizens were weeping

and wailing, and Sumanthra tried to exhort them to control their emotions, and

be calm. They crossed the City limits and moved a little distance further. The

populace from the Capital ran behind the chariot, all in one panic-stricken

mass, raising clouds of dust that reached the high heavens. There was no sign

of road or ground; It was one vast plain of distraught humanity. Old men,

women, men young and strong,

Brahmins, all with one voice, screamed amidst sobs, "Rama! Rama! Take us with

you! Don't leave us behind!" The streets of Ayodhya were empty; the City was as

silent as a City in sleep. Darkness fell, like a heavy weight, on every roof.

Some men and women who could not travel stood like stumps, helpless on the road.

Many bolted doors and spent the days suffering utmost anguish; avoiding food and

drink, rolling on the floor, in whatever place they were when Rama left. Some

awaited the return of Rama at nightfall, hoping that he might be induced by

compassion to come back to his beloved people.

Meanwhile, Dasaratha had himself seated in a chariot! He shouted aloud, "Rama!

Rama! ... Sumanthra! Sumanthra! Stop that chariot! I will look at the treasure

of my Love, just once." He quickened the pace of the horses and came faster and

faster. The mass of citizens following Rama was caught between his chariot and

the chariot of the Emperor, and many of them were so exhausted that they fell

on the ground. When they saw a chariot passing by with speed, they raised their

heads to find out whether Rama was returning seated in it; they rose and tried

to stop it, to have a glimpse of Rama, their beloved Prince. But, when the

groans of Dasaratha fell on their ears, they too broke into sobs; they allowed

the chariot to pass pleading pathetically, "O King! Go soon, go and bring back

our

Ramachandra!"

Dasaratha saw the chariot of Rama speeding along the sand dunes outside the

City, and, he cried out, "Sumanthra! Sumanthra! Rein in. Stop", and himself

commanded his charioteer to speed up. Sumanthra cast his glance back and espied

the chariot following his. He told Rama, "Ramachandra! Father Dasaratha is

behind us; I feel it is best to stop for a while and find out what his orders

are." Rama too saw the huge muss of citizens, and the chariot carrying his

father, fast hastening behind him. He knew that if he stopped now, they would

surround him and break into un controllable grief, that those who sat exhausted

on the sides of the road would rise and race, impelled by a new hope, and so, it

would be only an act of greater cruelty on his part, for he would be giving them

hopes without any benefit. It will also

injure the realization of his promise. If the subjects witness the wailing of

Dasaratha, it will bring him down in their estimation. Weighing all these

considerations in his mind he told Sumanthra who was his charioteer, that there

was no need to stop the vehicle. He said, it was best that he drove it even

faster. At this, Sumanthra prayed, with folded palms, "Rama! I have been

ordered to be with you for four days only. After that period, I have to return

to Ayodhya, haven't I? On seeing me, he will certainly reprimand me for not

stopping the chariot, as commanded by him. What shall I tell him in reply?

Kindly keep me with you, throughout all the years of exile in the forest. I

shall deem my life well and happily lived if I am allowed to be in the forest

with you. If you agree, I shall not stop; I shall drive as fast as you wish.

Kindly communicate your order on this".

Rama thought about the problem presented by Sumanthra and its implications. He

said, "Sumanthra! He, who ordered you to get into the chariot and take us in

it, right into the forest, as far as it could negotiate, was your Master, the

Emperor. He who now follows this chariot, weeping and pleading with you to

stop, is Dasaratha. You have to listen to and obey the command of the Emperor,

not the orders of Dasaratha. You are the Minister of the country, of its Ruler;

not of an individual named Dasaratha. As individuals, between us, there is the

bond of affection that ties the son to his father. But, as Emperor, he has

imperial authority over you and me, equally. Your loyalty and my loyalty

towards him are the same. You have to carry out your Duty. When Dasaratha

chastises you for not giving ear to the request he is

now making, tell him that you did not hear him; it is not wrong to say so." And,

Rama asked him to drive faster, without caring to stop the chariot.

Sumanthra drank in with avidity the nectar of moral analysis that Rama had

vouchsafed to convince him. When Dasaratha saw that Rama was driving on, he

stopped his vehicle, and turned back towards Ayodhya, moaning his lot, and

wailing aloud. The people, however, followed the chariot, undaunted by physical

exhaustion, urged on by their determination to hold on to their beloved Rama.

Some of them who were ready to sacrifice their life for him and die in their

effort to reach him, trudged along, breathless and broken, their feet devotedly

stepping on the track left by the chariot in which he sat. Rama saw those

subjects of the realm trekking behind him, drawn by the Love they bore towards

him; he was filled with compassion. He stopped the chariot, and spoke to them

sweet and soft words that touched their hearts. He

discoursed on the various moral aspects of the situation, and pleaded with them

to return to Ayodhya.

They replied that separation from him was unbearable agony for them that they

could not reside even for a moment in an Ayodhya wherein Rama was absent and

that they were prepared to die in the forest rather than live in Ayodhya! While

many among them asserted thus, the younger among them declared that a City

wherefrom the Divinity of Dharma had disappeared was more horrible than the

jungle, and that they could not live in such a frightful place. The forest

where you reside is the Ayodhya for us, they said. Do not be worried in the

least, about our exhaustion or our travail. Observe your vow, your duty as you

have resolved; we too shall observe our vow. You have decided to honour the

wish of your father as a sacred duty; we, too, have a sacred duty, to honor the

wish of the Rama in our hearts, the Atma Rama, our

Master, the Authority we loyally revere. We will not falter in our resolution.

We will not return. Death alone can defeat us," they announced, amidst sobs and

tears of despair.

The compassionate heart of Rama melted at those words of love and loyalty. Sita

shed tears in streams. Lakshmana watched the upsurge of devotion rising from

the common people of the realm; his eyes turned red with anger, his tongue was

tied with emotion, when he thought of Kaikeyi, the stepmother, who did not have

even an iota of this sentiment towards Rama. He sat on the ground, his head

heavy with sad thoughts

Rama felt that it was best to persuade them, by whatever means, to return home.

He consoled them, sympathized with them, and reminded them of the rites and

rituals they had to perform every day and the consequences of non-observance.

He described the horrors of forest life and the handicaps they would encounter

when trying to live there as hitherto, and advised them to perform the rites

and rituals correctly and without break, so that his years of exile may pass

off quick and smooth; they would be helping him to spend his exile in peace and

joy, and to return to Ayodhya at the proper time, fresh and fine.

The Brahmin youths present before him could not be convinced by these arguments!

Rama pleaded with them, saying: "Your aged parents will miss your devoted

service; it is wrong to leave them unaided and alone". At this, they said,

"Rama! Our aged parents are so weak and dispirited that they cannot follow you

to the very forest; they came thus far and turned back, pouring their mental

anguish in streams of tears. They have directed us to follow you, and be with

you, for, they said, 'we are too weak; you are strong and young; Go! Serve Rama

on our behalf'. Those aged people are distressed more because you are away from

Ayodhya than because we are away from them. They will be happy that their sons

are with Rama, a fortune they could not enjoy. Take us with you for this reason

at least, to shower joy on those aged

people". Praying thus, they fell at the feet of Rama and wept.

Rama was struck silent at this sincere expression of love and reverence. He was

thrilled by the spirit of renunciation of these young men, which he felt was

grander even than his own renunciation of the throne. His joy was not unmixed

with a sense of pride at being surpassed by his subjects in filial piety.

Darkness descended on the earth, while the pleadings and rejections were going

on. So, Rama asked them to take rest and refreshments for the night, rather

than trek back in the darkness.

In order to encourage them to do so Rama bathed in the Thamasa River, which

flowed by, partook of a meal of roots, tubers and fruits, and rested awhile.

The people who had followed him over long distances were so tired physically

that after the meal, they fell into deep undisturbable sleep.

Rama knew that, on waking, they will all insist on accompanying him; so, he woke

Sumanthra up and directed him to get the chariot ready without the least noise

and drive the vehicle so that its track may not be recognized. Sumanthra

recognized that there was no other way; he drove so that the tracks were

confusingly complex, and even gave faint indications that the chariot had

turned towards Ayodhya itself! After skillfully laying these tracks, he drove

forward in the direction of the forest.

The new day dawned! The citizens of Ayodhya rose and looked around. There were

no signs of the Royal Chariot! Nor were Sita, Rama, or Lakshmana in evidence.

They were thrust into deep agony; they aroused the sleeping; they sought to

trace the wheel marks on the ground. They ran wildly in all directions, seeking

to spot the vehicle.

One among them said, "Brothers! Rama saw how tired we were, how we were sleeping

out of sheer exhaustion; so, He left this place without taking us with Him."

Then they started blaming each other, for showing signs of exhaustion and

inducing Rama to leave them and go alone. Others condemned themselves as

inferior to fish; for, they said: "Fish cannot live without water, but, we are

alive, though Rama has left us stranded". "Fie, fie, on our lives", they

cursed. "We have brought on ourselves this separation from the Person dearest

to us. Why are we not bringing upon ourselves Death, which will end sorrow,

they moaned. But soon, they felt that since the Atma (Self) in them is Rama,

the act of Atma-Hathya (Self-destruction) was unthinkable. It was also not a

meritorious act. And, suicide can succeed only when one's

destiny is to die by one's own hand! So, another among them suggested that they

could pray to Destiny to sanction that kind of end for them all.

They got involved in these pathetic discussions and doubts. They were anxious to

decide soon on the next step they had to take. Before long, someone announced

that the tracks left by the wheel, were traced. It was good news indeed! For,

the tracks showed that the Chariot had proceeded towards Ayodhya! They followed

the track for some distance; but soon, they could not be seen any longer. They

had faded out. It became impossible to guess what had happened; so, they

returned to the City, their thoughts all in a mess.

Many consoled themselves, saying that Rama would certainly return to the Palace,

for he had seen their plight and his heart was full of compassion towards the

broken hearted. Rama would return before the lapse of two or three days, they

said. The women entered on various vows and types of worship in order to

propitiate the gods to persuade Rama to return to his subjects.

People lived thereafter like Chakravaka birds, which have no lotuses to live on,

since the Sun is absent and lotuses would not bloom without its warmth.

While the people were suffering thus, Sita, Rama and Lakshmana reached the

outskirts of the town of Sringivera, with Minister Sumanthra. Rama noticed the

river Ganga, and immediately directed Sumanthra to stop the chariot. He

alighted and prostrated on the bare ground before the Stream of Holiness. Sita

and Lakshmana as well as Sumanthra got down and did likewise. Rama told the

others that Ganga was the source of all the wealth and prosperity, all the

peace and plenty that shone around. Ganga gave all beings Supreme Bliss and the

highest spiritual boons. Then they decided to bathe in the Holy Waters.

Rama directed Lakshmana to find some place where Sita could get down from the

bank to where she could safely take bath. The banks of the river were soft and

slushy in the jungle area; so, Lakshmana chose a spot, which he reinforced by

placing stones and rocks so that she could descend safely and ascend in comfort

after her ablutions. He prayed to Sita, the Mother, to use that temporary ghat

for her bath. She took great care, while stepping down; and before she entered

the river, she too prostrated to the Goddess Ganga. Lakshmana went into the

jungle to gather some edible fruits so that Rama and Sita could recoup, with

some food, after bath. He offered them, reverentially, and they partook of

them.

Meanwhile, a few boatmen could be seen collected there. Their eyes fell on the

Royal Chariot, as well as on the princely forms of Sita, Rama and Lakshmana.

They inferred that they must have arrived at that place on a picnic. So, they

hastened to their chieftain, Guha, and informed him that some Royal Visitors

were near. Guha sent a messenger to inquire and ascertain who they were and

what their purpose was, in the forest, by the shore of the Ganga.

He brought back the information that they were none other than the sons of

Emperor Dasaratha, and that the Princess was Sita herself, and that the Royal

Minister, Sumanthra, accompanied them. Guha felt that the supremely delightful

moments should not be enjoyed alone! He informed his kinsmen and comrades and

friends that the great Prince, Rama, had come to the Ganga with his brother and

wife. He collected fruits and flowers in plenty, and the entire party proceeded

in reverential humility towards the Ganga. Guha placed the fruit and flower

offerings at the feet of the Royal Visitors, and fell at the feet of Rama. His

kinsmen and friends also prostrated before Rama.

Watching the joy that thrilled them, Rama called Guha near and inquired of him

how they fared and whether they were all happy and peaceful. He asked the

chieftain Guha how far his administration was helping the community to prosper.

Guha answered, "Lord, Rama-Chandra! Beholding your Feet, we have all derived

limitless Ananda. We achieved this great good luck only through the merit

accumulated by us, by good deeds in the past. Or else, can we, who spend our

days in this inaccessible forest, ever hope to be blessed by your visit and the

Darshan of your Lotus Feet? From now on, this region is certain to enjoy plenty

and peace, for your Feet have trodden this soil. There can be no doubt on this,

the transformation is bound to happen."

Lakshmana, Sita and Sumanthra noted the sincere expression of his joy and the

tears of Ananda. They were astonished at his devotion, humility and wisdom.

Meanwhile, Guha held fast the Feet of Rama and said, "Lord! All this is yours;

all the riches, territory, and authority that I have as Chieftain, as well as

all my subjects are yours. They are awaiting your commands; they are at your

disposal, usable for your purposes, your services, I am your servant. Accept me

as such, accept all that I am offering and enter the City where we dwell."

When Rama heard this prayer, he smiled and replied, "Guha! You are a staunch

devotee; you are deeply virtuous. Your heart is very pure. But listen, I have

to roam the forest as an exile, wearing the habiliments of a hermit, in

obedience to the command of my father. I should not step into a town or city. I

must take only the food prescribed for monks engaged in austerities. I have to

live in accordance with regulations laid down for ascetics doing Thapas. For

these reasons, I am unable to fulfill the wish that you have expressed now."

Hearing these words, Guha was stricken with sorrow. The large gathering of

people who had come there from the city, Sringivera, whispered among themselves

about the divine charm of Rama, Sita and Lakshmana. One of them wondered how the

parents of those lovely brothers and that angelic lady could possibly exile them

into the forest. "How could their tongues ever pronounce such a sentence?" At

this, another retorted, "Keep quiet, you fool! Those parents have really done

good. Had they not spoken that sentence, we could not have feasted our eyes on

their Divine Forms. This day, our eyes are enjoying a rare festival." This

filled many with satisfaction and joy. The Nishada tribesmen who comprised the

gathering spoke among themselves words of worshipful admiration of the royal

visitors. They extolled the beauty, the

tenderness, the soft sweet natures of Sita, of Rama and Lakshmana.

Guha was immersed in sorrow that he had lost the fortune of welcoming Rama into

the capital City of the Nishadas, whose chieftain he was. He felt that even if

the City, was 'seen' by Rama, even if his eyes glanced at it once, it would be

blessed with peace and prosperity for ever; so, he suggested that Rama should

walk up towards a gigantic but gorgeous Simsupa tree that grew near by and Rama

agreed. Guha knew that Rama's eye had fallen on the City from that spot. He was

pleased at the thought. Rama too was happy when he saw the City from a

distance. He allowed the Nishadas to touch his feet and directed that they

should return to their homes, since nightfall was imminent.

Then Rama went through the holy rites that had to be observed at dusk.

Meanwhile, Guha gathered quantities of soft grass and tender leaves, and

prepared soft beds. He sent his subjects to collect tubers and fruits, tasty

and fresh, from the trees and creepers of the forest, and to bring them packed

in leaves, for being offered to the distinguished visitors. Sita, Rama and

Lakshmana as well as Sumanthra partook of the frugal meal, and retired for rest

and sleep.

Sita slept on the soft bed of grass. Lakshmana sat at the Feet of Rama, in order

to massage them tenderly, to relieve the tension of exertion. Rama realized that

Lakshmana would continue the service, so long as he appeared to be awake; he

desired to induce him to take rest; so, he pretended as if he had gone into

deep sleep. At this Lakshmana feared that any further pressing of the feet

might disturb the sleep, and he quietly slipped into the distance. There, he

sat in the 'hero' posture, so that he could gaze intently at the four

directions, and recognize at once any wild animal approaching the spot, or any

demon or demonic person bent upon disturbing the sleep of Rama; he was all

attention and vigilance.

Seeing this, Guha too instructed his faithful lieutenants to guard the area and

ensure that nothing happened to disturb the sleep of Rama. He put on his

shoulder the pouch of arrows, and holding the bow in readiness, sat near

Lakshmana, eager to share his vigil.

Guha, his eyes filled with tears, held his palms folded before him, and asked

him, "Lakshmana! The Palace of Emperor Dasaratha is, I guess, grander and more

magnificent than the Divine Mansion of the Ruler of the Gods, Indra. In that

Palace, everything is charming and beautiful; everywhere there is fragrance and

sweetness; soft feather beds and lamps embossed with precious gems, add to the

grandeur and comfort of the palace. There, the beds have sheets light and white

like froth on fresh milk, and pillows to match. Sita and Rama who used to sleep

on such luxurious beds are now lying on a grassy heap, with no coverlet or

pillow, sleeping through sheer physical exertion! It is insufferable agony for

me to contemplate this scene. There his father and mother, his aids and maids

were looking after his needs and

comforts in various ways. Sita and Rama who lived royally until yesterday are

now lying on the ground! Alas, my heart is torn to pieces by grief.

"Sita is the beloved daughter of the world-renowned Emperor Janaka; yet, now,

she is lying on a spread of dry grass. What a strange turn of fate is this! Are

Sita and Rama fit for life in the forest? O, it is now being proven true that

the consequences of one's acts are binding, in spite of everything else.

"Kaikeyi is the daughter of the King of Kekaya State. No one can believe that

she is capable of this atrociously sinful act. These two are at a period of

their lives when they have to be happy together. What a reprehensible act is it

to inflict on them this hard sentence! Such a fate should not overtake even

one's worst enemy.

"The Kekaya Princess has proved herself to be the axe that would cut asunder the

very roots of the Tree of the Solar Dynasty. Her selfish greed has sunk the

world in sorrow. Ah! My horrid eyes are destined to look on this pathetic

sight! What despicable sin did I indulge in to deserve this punishment? Whose

happy life caused my eyes in the past to become red with envy, that I had to

see my beloved Rama in this plight?"

Guha wailed thus; unable to stop the onrush of the surging waves of grief, he

kept his mouth shut, and sat with head bowed in irrepressible agony. At this,

Lakshmana too was plunged in gloom.

Lakshmana gathered some courage and said, "O! Chieftain of the Nishadas! One

does not get happiness through another, nor does he become miserable through

another. He cannot get good fortune or bad fortune through another. There is no

possibility for such indirect means to succeed. Nor can one really be either

happy or miserable. Each one comes for some purpose, urged by the potentiality

of his acts in the previous birth or by some Sovereign Will and Resolution.

And, in the course of fulfilling that purpose, they appear to be happy or

miserable, that is all. A beggar dreams that he is a king; a king dreams that

he is a beggar. When they awake, they find that the happiness and the misery

were unreal and short-lived. So too, the world is a dream, unreal, illusory. It

is Mithya. You feel sorrow because Rama is in

this plight, but Rama is above and beyond grief and joy. For those who watch

him, according to the good fortune or misfortune as decided by the merit or

demerit acquired and accumulated, he may appear to be happy or miserable; what

you see as joy or grief in Rama is only the reflection of your own mental

state." At this, Guha calmed himself, and gave up the rage he had directed

against Kaikeyi, a little while ago. He understood that it was not proper to

find fault with another and assign blame.

"People are all laid up in the sleep of delusion. And, they are engaged in

witnessing a variety of dreams. This is the way men spend the night called

'life'; the Yogis, self-mastered people, they alone keep awake in the night,

without being caught up in or enchanted by dreams. They have no use for the

world and its contents. They have turned away from all sensual pleasures and

entanglements. Until this stage is reached, people cannot refer to themselves

as 'awake'. When Jnana is attained and the Reality is realized, then the bonds

of delusion fall off, and Love is fixed on the Lotus Feet of Sri Rama". Guha's

thoughts ran on in this strain. He was comforted and strengthened by them. Guha

and Lakshmana, narrating to each other the super-human attributes of Rama and

the fullness of the Glory that was latent in him,

spent the rest of the night.

Meanwhile it was dawn; while one of them stood guard where Rama slept, the other

finished his morning ablutions and returned. Soon Rama moved his limbs, rubbed

his eyes, and sitting up, looked at the four quarters. He awakened Sita, and

both wended their way to the river Ganga. After bathing, and completing the

morning rites, they came to the place where Guha and Lakshmana were. Rama

directed Lakshmana to bring a quantity of the milky juice of the ficus tree.

Lakshmana moved off without murmur into the forest near by, and without much

delay, he brought with him a leaf-bowl full of the juice. Rama applied the

juice to the locks of hair on his head, and they turned into a thick matted

lump, the like of which is generally worn by hermits.

Looking on at this act, Sumanthra could not restrain his sobs. He was shocked

that the head, which had to wear the jeweled crown, was now carrying the burden

of matted hair. He lamented that his eyes were destined ever to see this tragic

sight. His heart was scorched by agony. "I cannot be with you any longer in the

forest; it has become impossible. I have accomplished the orders of the Emperor.

Fate is cutting short my stay in your presence. He ordered me to take you in the

chariot until we arrive on the banks of any holy river, and then leave you there

and return. I have the duty to inform you this fact; now, It is your turn to

tell me what I have to do," said Sumanthra, standing before Rama, with head

bent in sorrow, in humility, tears flowing freely from his eyes.

"Do not grieve", Rama said, "Accomplishing the orders of the Emperor is your

duty, and mine too. I am very happy that you carried out the orders he gave

you. Thenceforward, I shall carry out the order that he has given me. I shall

follow his directions with the greatest reverence, and in scrupulous detail. Do

not delay; return to Ayodhya. My parents will be awaiting your arrival with

unbounded anxiety. They are longing to hear from you the description of your

journey so far. So, take the chariot back and proceed fast", he urged.

Sumanthra pictured to himself the place he had to go back to. He pleaded

pathetically, "O Ramachandra! Let not Ayodhya become an orphan city. The

Emperor will find it difficult to hold himself together in your absence.

Bharatha will find it impossible to reign." Sumanthra fell at the feet of Rama,

unable to bear the weight of his sorrow. Rama lifted him up, and holding him by

the shoulder, he consoled him. "Sumanthra! No principle of righteousness is

higher than Truth. The Vedas, the Puranas, the Epics, all assert and proclaim

this, as you know. Now, I have been assigned the task of following this supreme

principle of Righteousness! What great good fortune is this! If I miss this

chance and lose this fortune, my dynasty and I will earn eternal infamy in all

the three worlds. Infamy will burn the righteous more

excruciatingly than a million deaths and cremations. Go, fall at the feet of my

father and make clear to him my determination and my joy. You must be vigilant

to see that my father is not worried about me, Sita and Lakshmana."

Guha and his followers heard these words of Rama, and were visibly affected by

them. Without being aware of it, they started shedding tears. Lakshmana could

not bear the anguish; he uttered a few words of anger and bitterness against

those who had caused this tragedy. But, Rama realized his temper and stopped

him forthwith. Then, he turned to Minister Sumanthra and said, "Sumanthra!

Lakshmana is a stripling; do not attach importance to his words. Do not

communicate them to father. Lakshmana's mind is undergoing such suffering since

he has great affection for me, and since he is affected by the troubles that

afflict Sita. He gave vent to such expressions, for he has a mistaken notion

about those who sent me to the forest in exile. By nature, Lakshmana is endowed

with very good qualities" Then, Rama began to

describe the virtues of his brother.

Sumanthra raised his head and pleaded with Rama about Sita. "Lord! Janaki is

tender and soft natured. She cannot brave the travails of forest life. It is

necessary to advise her to return to the city, and convince her that it is the

proper thing to do. She is the life-breath of Ayodhya. She is the Goddess of

Prosperity for the Empire. If she cannot come to Ayodhya, the inhabitants of

that City will suffer like fish in a dry tank. Let her return, and reside, as

she desires, with her mother-in-law or her parents. The Emperor has commanded

me, again and again, to tell you this in these very words. When you return to

Ayodhya at the end of the fourteen years, Janaki could be brought from her

father's palace". While Sumanthra was importuning in this manner, Rama signed

to Sita, as if to draw her attention to his

yearning and prayer.

When Sumanthra had concluded, Rama addressed Sita, "Sita! Did you listen to the

message of father? Go home and let my parents forget at least a part of the

agony they feel at my separation. In their old age, they are too weak to put up

with this terrible situation. So, it is very necessary that you go back with the

minister to Ayodhya". Rama used various other arguments to persuade her to

accept the request of father.

Sita replied, "Lord! You are omniscient. You know the ideal moral conduct

prescribed for each section of mankind. I have no need to remind you. Please

listen for a while to my prayer. The shadow has to follow the substance. Can it

be away from it? Solar rays cannot exist separate from the Sun. Moon-light

cannot exist separated from the moon. In like manner, this Sita shadow cannot

leave and exist after leaving Ramachandra, the Rama Moon."

Then, she turned to Sumanthra and said, "Sumanthra! You are to me as venerable

as my father and father-in-law. You are my well-wisher. Please consider this: I

do not seek any other refuge except the Lotus Feet of my Lord. The world knows

that the daughter-in-law who is brought into the family cannot be any nearer

than the son born in the family. That they will forget their agony at the

separation of the son, if the daughter-in-law returns, is a statement that has

no meaning. As regards the wealth and comfort of my father's palace, I have

enjoyed them enough in my child hood days. Now, they appear to me as dry and as

cheap as grass, without my Lord being with me. I have no other path, except the

path which he treads. Therefore, without misunderstanding me, please agree to

my words; drop this attempt to take me

back to Ayodhya. Forget It. Convey my prostrations to my parents-in-law and

assure them that there is no cause for anxiety about us. Tell them that Sita is

happy, many thousand times happier than when she was in Ayodhya or Mithila. I am

with the Lord of my heart, with the great hero, the best of warriors, his

brother, Lakshmana so, I am passing these days in the forest, happily,

undisturbed by fear, anxiety or agitation of mind. Tell them I am not tired in

the least by the journey. Tell them I am very happy, that I consider this exile

a great piece of good fortune."

Hearing these words, Sumanthra was so overwhelmed with admiration and grief,

that he could not look up at the face of Sita; he could not listen any more to

such profoundly moving words; he could not himself find words to speak to her.

He reflected on her virtues, on her pure feelings, and on her steadfastness; he

deplored the fate that deprived Ayodhya of the presence and inspiration of a

lady of such supreme character.

He spoke to Rama: "Rama! In that case accept one prayer. Keep me too with you in

the forest and allow me to serve you for the fourteen years here itself". Rama

replied: "Sumanthra! You are well versed in law and the rules of morality. You

are the Minister of Emperor Dasaratha, not a minister under me. It was he who

has commanded you to come back; how can I permit you to stay? Even otherwise,

it is not desirable that you stay away from the Emperor at this particular

juncture. You are as the right hand to the Emperor. You should not pay

attention to your own Ananda and try to keep away from him; go, go to him,

without further delay. If you go soon, you could give me and my parents a great

deal of consolation and assurance". Rama persuaded him to go, using various

other arguments and examples. Finding it impossible

to resist, Sumanthra wept aloud and prostrated before the three; his steps were

heavy and hesitant when he turned back; both his mind and his body were

unwilling.

Rama caught his hand, helped him to walk up to the chariot, and ascend to his

seat thereon. Rama spoke sweet and soft to Sumanthra, as well as to the horses

of the chariot, in order to induce them to turn and proceed to wards Ayodhya.

Sumanthra drove the chariot back to Ayodhya. The horses were reluctant to

retrace their steps; they turned back towards the place where Rama was, longing

to be with him and loath to move away. Despite prodding and persuading they

could scarce move on. They neighed pathetically in protest; they stopped off

and on craning their necks to catch a glimpse of Rama.

Sumanthra too was turning back in unbearable sorrow; he wiped the stream of

tears that flowed down his cheeks; he kept his head hanging as if unwilling to

show his face to men. When Guha saw the plight of Sumanthra, he was so

overpowered with agony that he leaned on to a tree, sobbing, with his head

pressed against its trunk. After sending the aged Minister back, Rama proceeded

to the Ganga, with his wife and brother.

"When even dumb animals found it impossible to live away from Rama, what can be

said of the anguish suffered by the parents who had borne him and brought him

up lovingly and with such great hope, and by the subjects of the realm who

adored him with loyalty and love. Alas! Who can measure the grief that was

harrowing the heart of Queen Kausalya?" Guha thought within himself. The sorrow

seared his soul. His eyes soon fell on Rama, Sita and Lakshmana walking towards

the Ganga; so, he hurried towards them, and realizing that they desired to

cross the river, he shouted to the boatman who was on the opposite bank, to

bring the boat to the ferry. When the voice of his master fell on the ear, the

boatman hastened to row it across and, within minutes, it was ready where Rama

was awaiting its

arrival

Guha called the boatman aside and told him to clean the boat and make it fit for

the Prince of Ayodhya, the Son of Emperor Dasaratha, his Consort and brother, to

go across the Ganga, on their way to the forest where they intended to spend

some years. The boatman had heard from his Nishada brothers the sad tale of the

exile of the heir-apparent to the throne; so, he lost no time in coming over.

But he had one disturbing doubt that had to be resolved. He had come to know

that Rama had placed his foot on a rock and that it was suddenly transformed

into a woman; was this the same Rama, or was he a different person? That was

the question he asked Guha. Guha said, "My dear boatman, what a strong memory

you have! I am glad you remembered that incident which happened long ago, and

you have reminded me too of it!" He

turned to Rama and said, with great exultation, "Rama! Listen! This man, my

tribesman, this boatman has treasured in his mind your majesty and glory; he is

now bringing back to my memory how you released Ahalya, the wife of Sage

Gauthama, from the stone into which she was cursed. My subjects were very much

agitated over the terrible curse that was inflicted on that lady. And, they

were delighted when they knew of your Divine Power that liberated her. O, how

fortunate are my people, that they are aware of your Divinity!" Guha was

describing the faith and devotion of his boatman in great joy.

Meanwhile, Rama moved towards the boat; the boatman stood before Rama with

folded palms and said, "Ramachandra! All the years of my life have become

worthwhile with the good fortune that has come to me today. The Rama of whom I

had heard long ago, I am able to look upon today. That I could row you, your

consort and your brother across the Ganga is the reward I have earned by

accumulating merit through many previous lives. Let me pray for one blessing;

Allow me to sprinkle on my head the water sanctified by washing your feet,

before I row you across." Guha had not realized that his servant, the boatman

was so deep in devotion to Rama. He was surprised at the request he had so

humbly laid before Rama; he was supremely delighted that the man had prayed so.

He said, "Listen to me, brother! Let Rama take his seat in

the boat; then, you can wash his feet with the waters of the Ganga taken in a

vessel; It is not good manners to wash them while he is standing on the bank."

Guha reprimanded him for his obstinacy and simplicity.

But, the boatman would not yield. He pleaded, "Lord! You possess vast wealth. I

am helplessly poor. I am scraping together the wherewithal to maintain my

family through the fees I get for ferrying people across. I find my daily

income insufficient even for running my little family. How can I be happy, if

even this income is lost? Therefore, please do not misunderstand me. Permit me

to wash your feet, even before you step into the boat".

Rama grasped the undertone of the boatman's strange request; he smiled and

turned towards Sita, saying, "Did you notice this boatman's fear?" Guha could

not under stand what it all meant, and why Rama had smiled. He was perplexed at

the fellow's behavior. He said, "Hello, boatman! I do not understand what you

are talking. How is the cost of maintaining your family related to this present

duty of yours - taking Rama across the Ganga so that he might enter the forest

and live there? Are you demanding more fees from Rama for this hereditary task?

If so, you are only revealing your greed! In case your earnings are not enough

for the support of your family, I am ready to supplement it, as the chief of

this realm. Don't yearn to get it from Ramachandra. Attend to your business and

get the boat ready". Guha grew angry

at the persistence of the fellow.

At this, the boatman submitted that he had heard people say that the feet of

Rama had some peculiar power. They say when the feet contacted a stone, it

turned into a woman. Putting together many pieces of timber makes my boat. If

each piece becomes a woman, my Lord would leave them all to my care, for, they

were born from the parts of my boat! How can I bear the additional burden? But,

if the feet are washed before he places them in the boat, I can be free from

fear. Besides, when I sprinkle the wash on my head, my sins too would vanish.

Therefore, please permit me to have my wish fulfilled." Guha was lost in

thought. But, Rama called the boatman near him, and he said, with a smile

lighting up his face, "My dear man! Come, wash my feet" and he placed his feet

in the palms of the boatman! His joy knew no bounds.

He kept the feet within his palms and washed them both very care fully and

lovingly, not missing the space between the toes, using the sacred Ganga water.

Then, he sprinkled the wash on his own head, and over all parts of the boat, to

guard them against malefic powers. He was immensely de lighted at the success

of his plan.

He held the hand of Rama, as he placed his feet in the boat and got in. Rama

helped Sita to board the boat, holding her hand firm in his grip. He made

Lakshmana sit beside him on one of the cross planks. They spoke to each other

of the devotion and childlike innocence of the boatman, and enjoyed the

movement of the boat over the waters. They conversed with Guha on various

topics and the time passed so quickly that they found themselves on the other

bank without being aware of the journey. Rama pretended to be ashamed of

himself when he found he had not even a cowrie shell to offer the boatman, in

lieu of the fees due to him. Sita knew the feeling of her Lord's heart, by

instinct. She removed a ring from a finger of hers and placed it in the hands

of Rama. Rama hailed the boatman and said, "Here, Boatman! This is

your fee. Take it." The boatman fell at the feet of Rama, exclaiming, "O Rama!

This day I achieved the gift of gifts. All my sins have been mashed into dust.

I am liberated from the awful doom of birth and death. The pangs I endured for

many lives on earth have borne fruit; my God has blessed me; my fore fathers

and my progeny have been freed from sin by this blessing. Lord! Enough for me

if I receive and deserve your blessings. And, when you return, O Lord! come

this way, and confer on me the chance to do this service. That is the reward I

value most in life." He fell prostrate on the ground before Rama, with tears

rolling down his cheeks.

Rama and Lakshmana consoled the boatman and tried to assuage his ecstasy. They

attempted to persuade him to accept the gift. But, the boatman protested,

saying, "If I accept fees for taking you across this tiny stream, tell me how

much are you receiving as wages for taking generations of my line, and billions

of my fellowmen across the vast and terrifying ocean of Samsar which involves

all beings in the fast moving current of change. I am immersed in Bliss since I

got this chance; please do not bind me further by forcing me to accept wages for

this lucky chance that fell my way." These words touched the heart of Rama; he

felt that it would not be good to put pressure on him. Rama blessed him most

liberally and allowed him to depart.

Rama and Lakshmana placed their bows and arrows on clothes spread on the bank,

and they stepped into the river for bath. When they finished, Sita too stepped

into the sacred river and after bath, she offered prayers to Ganga, and vowed

that she would return after spending fourteen happy years with her Lord and

sprinkle on her head the sacred water in thankfulness for the conclusion of the

exile.

Then Rama called Guha near and said, 'Dear friend! I have already used for my

own purpose too much of your time. Now, you must go back to your town." When

this command fell on his ear, the face of Guha fell. Tears flowed down the

cheeks in streams. With palms folded, he prayed, "Rama. Please listen to my

words. I shall be with you for some time in the forest; I know all the paths of

the jungle; I can give you useful information. I am desirous of serving you this

way. Please do not say, no." Rama was happy when he noticed Guha's love and

devotion, and he took him with him. Walking some distance, they rested awhile

when evening fell, under the shade of a wide spreading tree.

Guha and Lakshmana hurried to sweep the area clean and make it fit for Rama and

Sita to rest. The fruits on that tree were looking very eager to fall and be of

service to the Divine visitors; they turned red with excitement and joy. Guha

and Lakshmana collected the fruits and placed them on broad leaves before Sita

and Rama. But, Rama asked his brother, "Lakshmana, can we eat these fruits

without first performing the evening rites?" So, they proceeded to Prayag, the

confluence of the holy rivers, which was nearby and had the holy sight, before

they took their bath; Rama described to them the glories of the spot, while

returning from the river. He said that the efficacy of the waters at the

confluence of the three holy rivers was so potent that it could cleanse man of

all the sins that tarnish his

mind.

TO BE CONTINUED

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