RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 76

                                                  RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 76

                                                                                  THE BITER BIT

Rama heard him out. Hot words came to his lips. But his father’s presence kept them back. Yet, he managed to reply and even accents of icy disdain.

“Worthy descendant of Bhrigu! Your fierce deeds are not unknown to me. I excuse them in consideration of your honoured debt you owe to your father. But you seem to regard me as a low specimen of the warrior class. I am not weak and despicable as you think. Only a king fallen from the high tradition of his forefathers would be that way. This day you will have a chance of knowing me better. Then you will convince yourself of my energy and valour.

A storm of suppressed wrath shook his powerful frame. With a quick and graceful motion, he took the bow and arrow from Parasurama. Playfully Rama strung it and laid the arrow on the string. Then turned to Rama of the Axe. Rama cried in words winged with angry flame.

“This divine shaft strikes down the mighty and shrivels up the energy and pride of its victim. None can shoot the shaft in vain. But you are a Brahmana and an object of reverence to me. And doubly so in that, you claim kinship with my Master, Visvamitra. That alone keeps back the shaft. Else it would have drunk your heart’s blood.

Now, which do you choose? Shall I deprive you of the high regions you have won by the force of your Tapas? Or shall I imped your power of motion through the worlds above and below?”

Meanwhile, Gandharvas and Apsarasas, Siddhas and Charanas, Kinnaras and Yakshas, Rakshasas and Nagas, sages and gods flocked to the spot to look at the wonderful sight. At their head was the Anciant Brahma. They saw the son of Dasaratha as he stood there. His hand was grasping the mighty bow of Vishnu. And the shaft was drawn to his ear and ready to take its flight. The beings of the Earth stood dazed. The son of Jamadagni felt drained of his valour and might. And he gazed powerlessly on the hero. The superior energy of Rama absorbed his strength and sunk him in torpor.

Then he lifted the eyes of lack-luster hue to the bright-eyed boy. And he spoke in accents slow and painful.

“Once upon a time, I made a gift of this broad earth to Kasyapa. ‘A moment ago’ he said, ‘you were the lord of the world. But now it is mine. And you shall not stay in my dominons.’ The word of the great One is a law to me. And I make it a point never to pass the night here. I have given my word to Kasyapa that the Earth shall be his. So I request you to not prevent my power of motion through the worlds. Quickly I shall speed back from where I came. I will retire to the beautiful Mount Mahendra. I have won worlds of surpassing glory by my hard Tapas. This powerful dart shall destroy them. Delay not. Your mastery of this weapon has opened my eyes to the great truth. Know I not you are the changeless One? You are the Destroyer of Madhu. All glory be thine. Look at the Shining Ones ranged along the sky. They are gazing with never satisfied eyes on You! You are of unparalleled fame and of unapproachable energy in battle. I feel no sense of disgrace at being laid low by you. You are the Lord of the Universe. Let loose the shaft. And soon I shall be taking my way to Mahendra.”

Then Sri Rama discharged the arrow of divine might. And the son of Jamadagni lost the bright regions he had made his own by his Tapas. Rama of the Axe went round in meek reverence Rama, the son of Dasaratha. He sang Rama’s praises high. The bright gods made their shouts of joy. Parasurama sped back to Mount Mahendra. And the Earth and sky were brighter again.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN, CHAPTER 75

                                          RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 75

                                                                              RAMA AND RAMA

The haughty one turned toward Rama and cried out. “Rama! You son of Dasaratha. The voice of fame does not speak in measured tones of your might. I know all about your breaking the bow of Mahadeva. That was a wonderful feat. And one would hardly think you are capable of it. Close on the heels of the report I came here with this bow. String this weapon of my honoured sire. It is no light task for your boyish hands. And fit this shaft to it. Then I will be convinced of your might. And then I shall be pleased to offer you the honour of battle with me. Your valour then entitles you to be so distinguished.”

The aged king turned towards him of the Axe. The king’s face was blanched with terror and pitiable with grief. He made this entreaty to him in these words, “You are a Brahmana. And you are of cloudless fame. Long before this, you have laid aside the relentless vengeance against the race of kings. With raised hands I implore you not to harm my innocent ones. You come of the race of Bhrigu. They were men famous for saintly wisdom and chaste vows. You passed your word to the Lord of the Celestials and laid aside the weapon of wrath. You took to the path of peace and righteaousness. You made over the land yours by conquest to Kasyapa. And then you sought the quiet solitudes of Mahendra. But here you are to send us all along the path of destruction. For, there is no doubt that we will outlive Rama if any harm should come his way.”

But Parasurama ignored him and his words and spoke to Rama again. Long ago, Viswakarman fashioned two bows. He is the Architect of the Gods. Both bows were firm and of celestial might. They are famous throughout the worlds. One of them the Gods gave to Siva. They gave the bow when Siva marched forth to destroy the fierce Asuras of the Three Cities. And that was the one you broke. The other bow I have here. It was given to the Lord Vishnu. It is equal in strength to the one handled by Rudra.

Lo and see how it blazes forth in its divine lustre!

Well, the gods sought out Brahma. And questioned him about the respective mights of the Lords Vishnu and Mahadeva. The self-born One read into their hearts and set the one against the other. Great was the fight that ensued between the two. It was frightful to behold. For each strove his best to get the better of the other.

Then Vishnu sent forth a might shout. ‘Hum’ he cried and the terrible bow of Mahadeva gave way. And Himself was stupefied by that. Then, Angels and Gods, sages, and saints, approached and implored them to lay aside their wrath. When they looked at the bow of Siva break before the might of Vishnu, the shadow of doubt vanished. And Vishnu stood the mightier of the two.

The Lord Mahadeva’s heart was still sore with the sense of defeat. He gave his bow and shafts to king Devarata of the Videhas. Vishnu handed over his mighty bow and arrows unto Richika of the line of Bhrigu.

My sire Jamadagni got it from him. Later on, he engaged in severe austerities. And unspeakable was the might that accrued to him thereby. He laid aside his weapons of his war. They had become useless to him. But king Arjuna slew in cold blood the unoffending sage. The cruel death of my sire burnt into my heart. And I cried out for vengeance. And I laid my axe at the root of the race of kings. I wiped them off the face of the earth. I subdued the earth by the might of my arms. And at a grand sacrifice, I offered it to the great Kasyapa. Thereafter I went to Mount Mahendra and engaged myself in severe austerities.

But today I happened to hear the Gods speak to one another of thy wonderful feat. They spoke in tones of admiration and awe. They said you broke the bow of Mahadeva. I hastened here to assure myself of the truth of the report.

You take this bow used by the Lord Vishnu. Walk in the path of your forefathers of stainless fame. You fit this shaft of fiery energy to the string. If you succeed in doing that, I shall offer you a chance to measure yourself with me.”

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 74

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 74

                                                               RAMA OF THE AXE

When the shades of Night melted away, Visvamitra took leave of the kings. He departed for his distant home in the north. He left behind his blessings that hovered over the princes as ministering angels. And close upon that came the departure of Dasaratha. Janaka gave him reluctant leave.

Janaka followed Dasaratha a long way. Right royal was the handsome dowry he paid for his girls. He gave herds of kine past count. He also gave rare and costly carpets. He gave clothes of lovely texture and priceless value. He gave untold wealth in gold and gems, coral and pearl, slaves and servants, horses and elephants, chariots and troops. They were magnificently dressed and gaily caparisoned. These and many other gifts evidenced his loving heart. Dasaratha persuaded the happy Janaka to turn back to his capital.

Well, it was over, the painful parting. And the Ruler of Ayodhya set his face towards his capital. He journeyed there by easy stages. He travelled in the sweet company of his noble sons and the saintly hermits.

While he was travelling thus, frightful cries of birds met him. It was an ill-omen and harsh thing. At the same time the beasts of earth passed from right to left. It was a sign of good. Dasaratha’s heart was in a quiver with fatherly anxiety. His senses were in a whirl. Dasaratha turned questioning eyes to Vasishtha and cried, “Lo! These signs! The birds cry hoarsely. The beasts of the forest pass from right to left. I feel a sinking of the heart. And a mist rises before my eyes. What may it be, your Reverence?”

To him the sage answered sweetly. “The birds warn us of the approach of some danger. But the beasts allay it. Let not this trouble your royal heart.”

When they were talking like this, there rushed a mighty wind. At this the solid earth trembled in fear. The giant trees of the forest strewed the ground with their shattered limbs. A pall of darkness swept across the bright luminary. The quarters of the earth were confused. Next, a shower of ashes rained down.

And in that fearful darkness in which the armies of the king were dimly visible even as so many statues of ashes. They saw a terrible Being approach. He had massive coils of matted hair crowning his head. He was Rama and the Axe. He was the son of Jamadagni. He belonged to the royal race of Brigu. He was the dread one who laid low the proudest heads of the earth. He was strong and unassailable even as the mighty Kailasa. He was unapproachable like the Fire of Dissolution. His lustre blazed forth. The ordinary men shrank away blinded. On his lofty shoulders rested the terrible Axe. Also, there was a huge bow readily strung. His hand grasped a mighty dart. It was like Lord Mahadeva when he went forth against the Demons of the Three Cities.

Great was the anxiety that filled the heart of Vasishtha and the other sages. They spoke to one another, “Is it possible that the cruel fate of his sire still rankles in his heart? Has he once again lifted his terrible axe against the royal race on earth? The vengeance he took was dire. He put away his anger and with it the desire for vengeance. It behoves him not to lay his axe once again at the root of the Solar Race.”

They hastened to offer him respect. They sought to pacify the fiery spirit with sweet words of welcome. He accepted it of the sages. And as if not heeding them, he haughtily turned towards Rama.   

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 73

                                            RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 73

                                                                      THE WEDDING

The same day Yudhajit reached Mithila. He was the son of the Kekaya King and uncle to Bharata on his mother’s side. Dasaratha welcomed him warmly. They had mutual enquiries. After that, the visitor addressed the Lord of Kosala. “The Ruler of Kekaya makes anxious enquiries after your well-being. And he desires me to tell you that those in whose welfare you are interested, enjoy peace and happiness. His heart yearns for a sight of my sister’s son. And I am here to take him back. At Ayodhya I heard you are here to celebrate the marriage of your sons. And I am eager to see my nephew.”

He was a welcome guest to Dasaratha. He entertained the worthy prince right royally. A happy night they passed. And next morning Dasaratha finished his religious observances. And he followed the sages on to the sacrificial grounds. At the auspicious moment, Vjaya, Rama and his brothers came to the place in the wake of Vasishtha and other sages. They had already completed the preliminary rites.

Then rose up Vasishtha and spoke to Janaka. “Dasaratha and his sons have come here. They are ready for the consummation of the marriage. They await the pleasure of the Giver. Eternal blessings crown the heads of the giver and receiver. Perform this marriage according to your traditions.”

At which words of the holy Vasishtha, Janaka, cried out, “This kingdom is yours to command. It is curious to hesitate to make yourself at home in it. Look at my daughters near the altar. They are like tounges of flame. They have gone through the preliminary rites. And I await your arrival. Why not my royal brother proceed straight here, but tarries?”

Dasaratha accepted the kind invitation. And he hastened to enter the hall. The princes and the sages followed him.

Janaka then turned to Vasishtha and prayed, “Holy one! You and your brothers conduct the marriage rites of Rama and the World’s Delight.”

“So be it” replied the sage. He proceeded to the altar along with Visvamitra and Satananda. He laid out the fire-place therein. And they decorated it with sweet perfumes and bright flowers. Fresh shoots peeped out from many a vessel of gold. Countless censers wafted sweet perfumes over the hall. Shells, spoons, ladles, salvers were ready to welcome the honoured guest. Fried corn and coloured rice were in gemmed goblets. They stood in magnificent array. With solemn rites, they spread the sacred grass. And they lighted the holy fire. Vasishtha made offerings to the Radiant God. Janaka then led forward Sita. Sita was gaily dressed for the occasion. And he placed her before the Fire in front of Rama. And spoke these words of solemn import.

“Sita here, my daughter, shares with you the duties of life. Accept her from me in a sign of holy wedlock. May all good be thine.

A faithful wife she will prove to you. My noble girl will ever be with you as your own shadow.”

He paused and poured over Rama’s hands the consecrated water. Shouts of applause from sages and gods shook the hall. Celestial music played on high. And flowers of heavenly fragrance rained on the happy couple.

Janaka next turned to Lakshmana and with a joyful heart exclaimed: “Come to me, Lakshmana, and receive from me my daughter Urmila. I bestow her on you. Be quick about it and all good be yours.”

Bharata’s turn came next. Janaka said to him, “Noble scion of the race of Raghu! You take Mandavi unto you for wife”. And last came Satrughna, to whom Janaka made over Srutakriti. He said, “Join you your hands in holy matrimony. Every one of you is blessed with all desirable graces of body and mind. And you have kept your observances. It is right that you take upon yourselves the duties of a householder’s life.”

The four royal youths clasped hands of the four maidens. The princes then went round the Sacred Fire. And after-marriage rites were duly gone through. The delighted gods showered the heavenly flowers on them. The valiant youths went round the Sacred Fire once, twice and thrice. And led their happy brides homeward.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 72

                                                      THE GODANA--CHAPTER 72

Then Visvamitra answered him, “The royal houses of Ikshvaku and Videha are immeasurable in glory. You may search around. But you cannot come across another kingdom like these. Rama and Lakshmana and Sita and Urmila stand beautifully matched. But one more word I beseech you. Janaka your brother Kusadhvaja is here. He is the father of two beautiful maidens. I would ask for them in marriage to Bharata and Satrughna. They are the sons of the royal Dasaratha. They are beautiful youths and of peerless prowess.” Vasishtha gave his assent to Visvamitra’s proposal.

This proposal of the sage fell like honey drops on the ears of Janaka. He hastened to reply in all reverence. “Thrice blessed indeed is my house. Your holy ones are pleased to pronounce the alliance a well-matched one. Hail! Saintly ones! Be it so; let Bharata and Satrughna take the daughters of Kusadhvaja to wife. It would be a beautiful sight to see four maidens wedded to the four royal sons of Dasaratha on the same day. The astrologers say that the auspicious day for marriage is when the moon is in conjunction with the asterism Uttara Phalguni. For, Bhaga, the Lord of Generation is the ruler thereof.”

He stood up and approached the holy pair. He resumed, “I am your humble pupil, to whom you have deigned to show high favour. May you be pleased to grace the excellent seats. Dasaratha lords these wide domains of mine. And he grants me no less lordship over Ayodhya. Don’t hesitate to exercise your authority here.

Then the Lord of Ayodhya replied to him: “You and your worthy brother are famous here. You are famed over the earth. It is for your manifold graces of heart and mind. Right royally you have entertained the sages. You have also entertained the numerous kings here. All good be yours. Give me leave to retire to my quarters. For I have to perform the preliminary Sraddhas.”

And with the permission of Janaka, Dasaratha repaired to his palace. Visvamitra and Vasishtha went along with him. The Sraddhas were duly conducted. And the next morning the king set about to perform the Gift of Kine. Hundreds of thousands he gave away to pious Brahmanas. It was to secure the welfare of his sons. A hundred thousand cows, full-yielding, he gave away in the name of each of his sons. The cows' horns were plated with gold. Each cow was given with its calf and milking vessel of bronze. When the rites were over, the aged monarch sat there in the midst of his four sons. He looked as grand as the Self-born One, surrounded by the Guardians of the Worlds.

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 71

                                               RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 71

Janaka spoke to Vasishtha, “Hail to you! Great sage! It is necessary for one who gives his child in marriage to proclaim his ancestry. So do me the favour to listen while I proclaim my lineage.

There lived a king, by name, Nimi. He was a pattern of everything good and holy. He won for himself immortal fame in all the worlds. Mithi was his son. He gave his name to the Mithila. He was the founder of Mithila. He was the first to bear the name of Janaka. After him Udavasu, Nandivardhana, Suketu, Devarata, Brihandratha, Mahavira, Sudhriti, Dhrishtaketu, Haryasva, Maru, Pratindhaka, Kiritiratha, Devamidha, Viudha, Mahindhraka, Kirtiratha, Maharoma, Svarnaroma, and Hrasvaroma ruled in succession.

And to the last of were born two sons; myself and my valiant brother, Kusadhvaja.

After a long and happy reign, my father placed me in his seat. And he sought the quiet solitude of the forest. When my father departed, I ruled over the land. I trod the path of justice even as my ancestors.

Sometime after, Sudhanava of Sankasya besieged Mithila. He sent me this insulting message. “Don’t fail to send me the bow of Siva which you have in keeping. And send your lotus-eyed daughter, Sita along with it.” Of course, we could not put up with this ungracious demand. And I went forth to meet him in battle and laid him low. Kusadhvaja assisted me in the battle. So I made my brother king of Sudhanava. I will give my daughters in marriage to your sons. I will give Sita of godlike beauty to Rama. And Urmila is the sister of Sita. I will give her to Lakshmana. You have my hand and word upon it. Do not doubt me. It is a pleasure and to me and an honour to give my girls into your house. So, let us lose no time in going through the preliminary rites of marriage. Samavartana and Nandi Sraddhas should be performed. The constellation Magha rules over this day. And on the third day from this shall we perform the marriage under Uttara Phalguni.”  

  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 70

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 70

                                                            THE RACE OF THE SUN  

The next morning Janaka finished his daily round of religious observances. He was seated in the midst of the sages. He addressed his chaplain, Satananda, “My younger brother is Kusadhvajja. And that he lives in Sankasya.  I desire to see him. He is the protector of my sacrifice. And he should share in this joy with me.”

He spoke and soon there stood before him messengers. They were quick of grasp. They were skilful of speech and fleet-footed. On the command of the king they were away on swift horses. They were to bring the royal Kusadhvaja. They went like the messengers of Indra hastening for the Lord Vishnu. They were at Sankasya at no time. They communicated to Janaka about the arrival of his brother. He touched the feet of his brother, Janaka and his chaplain, Satanand. Janaka directed his brother to take his seat. Then he sent for his prime minister, Sudaman. “You seek the audience of the Ruler of Ayodhya. And request his presence here with his sons and minsters.”

Sudaman bowed to Janaka and went to the quarters of Dasaratha.    He respectfully conveyed the message of his Lord. “Monarch of Ayodhya! My master would know if it would please you to go over to his residence. Will you go with your sons, priests, chaplain and others?”

“We follow you” replied Dasaratha. Very soon he was at the royal palace of Janaka. He was accompanied by his kinsmen, the holy sages and his countless retinue. “Your Majesty,” he said, “the holy Vasishtha is the patron saint of the Ikshvaku line. He is our spokesman on every important occasion. With the mermission of Visvamitra he will now proclaim our royal lineage to all.”

Vasishtha spoke thus, “From the unmanifested one issued Brahma. From Brahma was born Marichi. Marichi begat Kasyapa. Kasyapa begat Vivasvan. Vivsvan begat Manu. Manu was known as the Vaivasvata. He was the first Lord of Men. Manu begat Ikshvaku. Ikshvaku was the first king of Ayodhya. Ikshvaku begat Kukshi. Kuksi begat Vikukshi. Vikukshi begat Bana. Bana begat Anaranya. Anaranya begat Prithu. Prithu begat Trisanku. Trisanku begat Dundhumara. Dundhumara begat Yuvanasva. Yuvanasva begat Mandhata. Mandhata begat Susndhi. Susandhi begat Dhruvasandhi and Prasenajit. Dhruvasandhi begat Bharat. Bharata begat Asita.

And his enemy the Haiyayas, the Talajanghas and the Sasabindus confronted him in battle. Asita’s forces were defeated and Asita fled from his kingdom. He took refuge in Bhrigu Prasravana. He had two wives. They were big with child at the time. One of the hated the other and poison her food. At that time, Chyavana lived thereabouts. He came from the line of Bhrigu. He was also a great sage. One of the queens waited upon him to be blessed with a fair boy. Kalindi was the one poisoned. She approached the Holy One and prayed for a son. He replied, “In your womb lies a son of immeasurable might. But poison has permeated him. But don’t be afraid. No harm will be done to him. She bowed and retired. To her was born a son. His name was Chyavana. He came out of the womb with the poison upon him. Hence the world knew him as Sagara.

Sagara begat Asamanjas. Asamanjas begat Amsuman. Amsuman begat Dilipa. Dilipa begat Bhagiratha. Bhagiratha begat Kakutstha. Kakutstha begat Raghu. Raghu begat Pravriddha, the Man-eater. He was known as Kalmashapada. Pravriddha begat Sankhana. Samnkhana begat Sudarsana. Sudarsana begat Agnivarna; Agnivarna begat Sighraga. Sighraga begat Maru. Maru begat Prasusruka. Prasusuruka begat Ambrisha. Ambarisha begat Nahusha. Nahusha begat Yayati. Yayati begat Nabhagha. Nabhagha begat Aja. Aja begat Dasarath. Dasaratha begat Rama and Lakshmana.

And on behalf of the brothers, the worthy descendants of Ikshvaku, I ask of you your daughters in marriage. The alliance will be happy. The royal race is characterised by spotless purity. The alliance will be approved by all. Because the parties are so highly worthy of each other.”   

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 69

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 69

                                                         JANAKA AND DASARATHA

The next morning, Dasaratha went to the council-chamber. He addressed the faithful Sumantra. “Let those in charge of the Royal Treasury start today in advance. Let them take with them large stores of gold and gems. The armies of our kingdom should be ready to march. As soon as I give my word, the armies of the elephant, horse, foot and chariot must be ready to march. The conveyances and baggage-vans should accompany them.  Kindly request the sages Vasishtha, Vamadeva, Jabali, kasyapa, and Markandeya to go in advance. And have my chariot ready as soon as you can. Janaka’s envoys are hurrying us. And we have already delayed too long.”

It was done. And in no time they were on the road. First, the sages went. Next, the king went. And the army followed behind. They marched by easy stages. On the fifth day, they sighted the region of Janaka. He was duly informed of their approach. He welcomed them right royally.

Soon Janaka met the aged monarch. His heart rejoiced at that. “Had your majesty a pleasant journey here?” Janaka inquired affectionately. “I am honoured by your visit to my humble place. Soon you will be rejoiced to see the laurels you boy has won. Has the sage Vasishtha and countless Brahmanas had a pleasant journey? I seem to behold again the ruler of the Celestials, Indra. I am sure my dark days are over. My race stands high in the esteem of the worlds. I have been fortunate to secure an alliance with the high-souled Raghus. The morning Sun rises on the last day of my sacrificial rite. And at its close I wish the wedding to be celebrated. The sages approve of it. And I add my own request.”

To this Dasaratha replied in apt words. He first had a meaningful glance at the sages around. “My friend,” he said, “the receiver of a gift does await the pleasure of the giver. You are to us the ideal of all virtues. And we are ever glad to abide by your directions.”

Janaka of Videha was struck with amaze at the reply of Dasaratha of straight speech. They parted for the night. And it was a pleasant time for the sages. They enjoyed unfeigned delight in the company of their brothers in wisdom. They were old friends and mates.

To the aged Dasarath it was the happiest time of his life. He could not gaze enough at his dear boys. And his eyes were never off their lovely faces. He was restored to his loved ones. Janaka had given a royal welcome and thus the night wore away too soon.

On his part, Janaka brought the sacrificial rite to a happy conclusion. Great was the glory of his spirit. For, he was the wisest of his age. And his eyes saw into the Heart of things. The winged hours passed swiftly. The hours passed in peace of heart and joyful anticipation.        

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 68

                                          RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 68

                                                   DASARATHA INVITED TO MITHILA

Janaka’s messengers spent three days on the road. The horses had become tired. On the fourth day, they reached lordly Ayodhya.

They approached the royal palace. They spoke to the wardens, “Make haste and inform your Lord that the envoys of Janaka await his pleasure.”

Dasaratha was informed of this at once. The wardens returned and said, “You are welcome to enter the royal palace.”

They did so. And soon they were in the presence of the Lord of Kosala. With folded palms, the messengers addressed the aged king. “Janaka is the master of us and the ruler of Mithila. He makes anxious enquiries through us again and again of your well-being. Do you have peace of heart? Is it well with your kinsmen? Do the household Fires receive due worship? Is it all well with the priests and teachers? Does the current of their lives flow on smoothly? Are they ever intent upon the search for Truth? Are they discharging the duties of their high office properly? Are the people happy and contented? Next, with the permission of the great Visvamitra, our king places this request. “It is well-known that I have instituted a trial of valour among the various princes of the earth. My daughter Sita is the prize for the winner. Great kings and famous warriors sought her hand. They went through the test I have set for them. But they were nothing before your valiant son, Rama. He came here in the wake of the sage Visvamitra. Your god-like boy distanced all the competitors. There were countless champions. There were renowned kings of the Earth, older in years. All of them were war veterans. There were princes and peasants, warriors and citizens, saints and sages. You son, Sri Rama broke the wonderful bow entrusted to me by the Lord Mahadeva. And so I should give him my daughter, Sita in marriage. I entreat your consent to my request. And pray you to enable me to keep my word. Please bless my humble palace with your presence. Come here along with your saintly priests and teachers. Do not tarry. For you should see your lordly sons.’ Thus our King Janaka speaks to you. Visvamitra sanctions his request.”

Dasaratha heard the message of his brother king. It sank deep into his heart. He was happy beyond words. He addressed Vasishtha and Vamadeva and to the councillors and said, “Rama is Kausalya’s delight and my heart’s joy. He resides in the capital of Videhas. Visvamitra extends over the princes his protection. Janaka is the great-souled One. He has had an opportunity to acquaint himself with the prowess of Rama. And now he desires to give his daughter in marriage to Raghava. Janaka is a royal sage. He is not unknown to you all. If his proposal seems good we must proceed to his capital. We should not delay.”

The hearts of the sages and ministers were always turned towards the interest of their master. So they expressed their joyful assent and approval. Then Dasaratha stated he intended to start the next day. Meanwhile, the envoys of Janaka were invited to pass the night there. The hours passed away in cheerful conversation.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 67

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 67

                                                                THE BROKEN BOW

“You have spoken well,” said Visvamitra to Janaka, “and now let Rama have a sight of the famous bow.”

Janaka made the necessary orders to his officers. “Bring here the celestial bow. And give it due worship. Use sweet incense and fragrant wreaths.”

The officers proceeded to the Palace. They bore from there the divine bow. It was in a black case of solid iron. Five hundred strong men brought the bow. The solid iron case had eight wheels. The ministers placed it before the king. They said, “Here is the famous bow. The princes of the Earth hold it in high honour.”

Thereupon, Janaka spoke to the sage and the princes. “I have placed the peerless bow here. It is held in high worship by the monarchs of the Earth. The best and the bravest have failed. They could not string it. The very Gods, Asuras, Rakshasas, Gandharvas, Yakshas, Kinnaras, Uragas tried their hands at the bow. They could not even move the bow from where it lay. Why then speak of the puny mortals? But I have obeyed your order. And have brought the bow for the inspection of the princes.”

Visvamitra said to Raghava, “Rama dear, look at the bow.”

Rama advanced to where it lay in the iron case. He heaved up the lid. He looked at the bow. He asked Visvamitra, “Master, have I your permission to handle the bow? I would try to lift it or to bend it.”

“Be it so” exclaimed the king and the sage.

Then Sri Rama grasped the weapon by the middle. He held it aloft as though it were a feather. The thousands of the assembly gazed in hushed amaze. Quickly he strung it and drew it even to his ear. And lo and behold, the mighty bow snapped right at the middle. Awful was the crash. It was like a thunderbolt loosened on the earth. The earth quacked to her very foundations. Everyone there was struck by shock. And, save the king and the Sage and the princes, none could stand it.

The spectators were slowly coming back to their senses. Janaka approached Visvamitra and said, “I have witnessed today the might and valour of the son of Dasaratha. It is wonderful and inconceivable. And Sita will be the wife of Rama. I am fortunate in that I have kept my word that my daughter shall be the wife of the strongest and bravest. I will send to Ayodhya my ministers. They shall entreat the royal Dasaratha to grace my humble abode.”  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 66

                                     RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 66

The next morning Janaka performed his daily worship. After the worship, Janaka requested the presence of Visvamitra and the two princes. He offered a due welcome to them. He said to Visvamitra, “Your Reverence! What shall I do for you? I am your humble servant. You can dispose of me as you will.”

And Visvamitra made a meek reply to the king, Janaka. “These royal youths are the sons of Dasarath. Dasaratha is the king of Ayodhya. These princes have wide-spread fame. They desire to have a sight of the bow that is in your keeping. Place it before them. Let them see it and depart from here in peace.”

“Please listen to me, sir, while I narrate how the bow came to stay with me. My ancestor, Devarata was the sixth in descent from Nimi. Nimi is the founder of our line. Devarata was given the bow to keep in safe custody.

“Long years ago, Daksha celebrated a grand sacrifice. Mahadeva was not reserved a portion of the offerings. He was absent at the time. Thereupon Mahadeva with a bow and cried, “I shall not lay down this terrible bow till every proud head before me rolls in the dust.” The frightened gods clasped his feet with reverence. They humbly prayed till the Lord cooled down. And a mollified Mahadeva handed over to them this bow. And they gave the bow to my ancestor for safe keeping.

“Once upon a time, I was ploughing a piece of ground to celebrate a sacrifice thereon. There rose from the furrow a girl rose. And I took her to my heart. She was given the name Sita. The Daughter of the Earth is the meaning of Sita. She grew like my life and other self.

“The best of the Earth sought her hand in marriage. My child did not come from the human womb. I sent all of them away. None but the brave deserve the fair. Then the suitors came to Mithila to try their chance at bending the bow. But none of them succeeded. They failed to raise from where it lay! They became angry. And they besieged Mithila for twelve months. They knew that my forces were few and my coffers low. The shame of defeat made them ruin my lovely capital. At the end of the year, my resources were exhausted. And blank despair stared me in the face. I roused myself and got the Gods grant me powerful armies. With that army, I put to rout that evil crew. They and their ministers and their forces were scattered to the winds.

“I am glad to show these youths that famous bow. If Rama should be able to string it, I will bestow on him Sita. Sita is the daughter of my heart. She does not come from mortal parents.”

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 65

                                             RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 65

                                                        VISVAMITRA, THE BRAHMARSHI  

Thereafter the great sage left the Hymalaya. He went to the western parts. There he renewed his Tapas. It was unparalleled in the history of men. And it seemed almost an impossible task. It was his vow of absolute silence for a thousand years. And the long period drew to a close. Visvamitra had become indifferent to sensations as a block of wood or stone. The ever watchful gods threw in his way many obstacles. Anger left his heart completely. His vow was terrible. And he manfully kept to it.

The thousand years were passed. Visvamitra sat down to break his long fast. Indra came to him as a Brahmana. And he asked to be fed. At once the sage offered him the ready food. He was true to his vow of silence. He did not speak a word to the Brahmana. He ate Visvamitra’s food.

He carried on his Tapas for another thousand years. This time it was even more terrible. Visvamitra did not breathe. His life-breaths were restrained within his frame. Thick clouds of smoke began to issue from the crown of his head. And it lighted up the three worlds. The beings of the worlds were stupefied. Gods and Asuras, Gandharvas, Pannagas and Rakshasas sought Brahma’s help. Because they lost their natural brilliance they sought the help.

“We are at our wit’s end. We have done everything to beguile Visvamitra. We could not rouse him to anger.  All our labours only make his Tapas more rapid. We could not find the least flaw in him. If you deny him the desire of his heart, he will destroy every creation. The quarters are dull and dark. The ocean waves rise high. The earth trembles in fear. The wind blows in silent guts. We cannot see beyond the present. Men scoff at the Almighty and His Law of Right. The worlds stand in dull despair. The bright sun is like a black cloud beside the brilliance of the sage. Please hasten to soften Visvamitra. Otherwise, he will reduce the whole creation to nothing through the fire of his Tapas. Grant him anything he asks. Even if he asks the overlordship of the empire of gods, grant him.

Brahma led the Gods to where the sage was performing his Tapas. “Hail! Brahmarshi!” he spoke to the sage. “Is it all well with you? Your austere Tapas won our grace. It has placed you at the forefront of the twice-born ones. I give you the happy boon of long life. The assembled Gods are glad to confirm the same.”

These words fell sweet on the hungry ears of the sage. He replied, “If I am granted the status of a Brahmana, let Omkara, Vashatkara and the Vedas be fruitful in me. Let Vasishtha recognize me as such. For, he stands peerless among those who know the Vedas which regulate the lives of the Brahmanas and Kshatriyas. Let the Gods here give their assent to it.”

The Gods approached Vasishtha and requested him to make friends with Visvamitra.

“Be it even so” replied Vasishtha. He acknowledged Visvamitra as his equal. “You are a Brahmarshi. No doubt about it.” And the delighted Gods went back to their living place.

Thereupon Visvamitra rendered affectionate reverence to Vasishtha. And then Visvamitra wandered over the Earth. He engaged in holy Tapas.

It was thus, dear Rama, he won the rank of a Brahmana. And here he stands as the best and foremost of sages. In him you see Tapas incarnate. He is ever wedded to Right. He is the highest ideal of human valour,” spoke Satananda. Janaka and the princely youth drank in the tale with eager ears.

“I am thrice blessed. My star shins high. The great sage is present at my sacrifice along with the royal youths. Best of Saints! Envy of men! I have set my eyes on you today. My soul is all pure. Both Rama and I are fortunate to hear your story. Your Tapas is something incredible. Never can I hear enough of your marvelous deeds. But as it is time for the evening prayers. I hope I have your leave to withdraw.”

Visvamitra praised the noble king. He gave him leave to retire. Thereupon, Janaka reverently went round Visvamitra. Satananda led the king and his kin. Visvamitra then left for his quarters. The assembled sages rose to do him reverence. Rama and Lakshmana followed in his wake.

  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN, CHAPTER 64

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 64

                                                            VISVAMITRA AND RAMBA

Indra said, “You should render the celestials a great service. You must beguile Visvamitra. And you should inspire desire in him.”

“This great sage Visvamitra is a terrible man to approach,” said Ramba to Indra. “He will let loose his wrath upon me. It would be frightful to bear. That is why I am afraid to go. Please excuse me from the task.”

Indra calmed the trembling Ramba. “Don’t be afraid, Ramba. Perform as I say and you will come to no harm. I will stay with you. I shall take the form of a Cuckoo. And I will sing with heart-ravishing notes. It will be springtime. The God of Love shall be your assistants. You assume a dazzling form. Display all your charms. And thus lure away Visvamitra’s heart from his austerities.”

Ramba was the loveliest of the Apsarasas. She had radiant smiles and alluring glances. She set about to shake the equanimity of the fiery ascetic.

The sweet strains of the Cuckoo fell on Visvamitra’s ears. And he raised his eyes and saw the witching Siren, Ramba. Her voice was a delicious music. And her compelling beauty roused strange feeling in him. But there was a dash of suspicion in him. Before long he found out that it was a ruse of Indra. It was to shake his resolve. His anger blazed. And he cursed Indra.

“You are a wicked woman. Do you seek to draw me away from my meditation? Do you want to shake my resolve to shed desire and hate? For ten thousand winters, you will drag miserable existence. You will be a living corpse. You shall remain that way until a fitting Brahmana shall raise you from your misery.”

After speaking thus, Visvamitra was sad. He was unable to check his anger. But Ramba had become a shapeless stone. Love and Spring, her helpers, vanished into thin air.

Visvamitras temper robbed him of his spiritual power. And he was very sorry for having failed to curb his anger. He raised his hands aloft and uttered a mighty vow: “Never again I will give way to wrath. Never shall I speak. I will even hold in my breath. I will trample down my rebellious senses. And I will dry up this withered body. Until I attain through the force of my austerities, the coveted rank of a Brahmana, I will continue so.” With a renewed spirit he set himself to carry out his vow.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 63

                                   RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 63

The long and severe Tapas was over. Everyone came to Visvamitra to reap the fruits of his arduous labours. Then the four-faced One spoke glory of Visvamitra. “Hail to you! You are a Rishi. You certainly deserve the rank your holy Tapas has earned you. But Visvamitra’s heart was heavy yet. And he resumed his untiring labours.

The long years passed over his patient head. Menaka was an Apsaras. Her name was Menaka. She came to the Lake Pushkara. She wanted to have her shapely limbs in its cool depths. Visvamitra saw her. She was a dream of beauty. The sky was overcast. The bright God of Love was at hand. He shot his magic bow right at the heart of the sage. All of a sudden a burning passion burst forth.

“Welcome, you fairest maid in heaven or earth! You live with me and be my love. I am faint with passion.     

“As you say, my Lord” replied the bashful Maneka. And she lived with him in the peaceful retreat. She thus became a fatal check to his mighty Tapas.

Ten bright summers flew over their heads. It was a sweet dream. But Visvamitra woke up one from it one day. He was ashamed of himself. Pity and grief gnawed at his heart. All at once a light broke upon his brain. And he cried out in anguish. “I was a fool. I should have seen this was a snare to entrap me. This is the work of those foes of mine. This obstacle has nipped my hopes in the bud.”

He sighed and became rependent. Looking up he saw the golden-hued Manaka. She was trembling in fright. She raised her hands in an appeal for pardon. The sight filled his heart with pity. With gentle words, he sent away the witching siren.

Then he set his way to the north. He went to the mountains. There the bright Kausiki gladdened the earth. He made a resolve to win or die in the attempt. He engaged in a long course of stern Tapas.

A thousand years passed. And the bright gods quaked to see him. Grim and stern, he was still set on his mighty quest. The gods went to the Heavens of Brahma. “Let this terrible man be pacified” they begged. “Give him the gift of the high rank of a Maharishi.”

“Be it so,” said Brahma and he took himself to see Visvamitra. “All hail. A Maharishi, you are,” Brahma said to Visvamitra.

But Visvamitra answered, “Then am I,” he cried, “the proud controller of the rebellious senses?”

“Not yet” broke Brahma. “You have not yet the undisputed sway over the fleeting senses. The road lies long. You attain that dizzy eminence. Toil on, brave one”. And Brahma went back to his Heaven.

Visvamitra began with zeal his Tapas. This time it was far and fiercer. He stretched his arms above his head. He stood there without a prop. His only food was the air. The burning heat of summer played on his devoted head. Four fires blazed around his wasted body. The dark clouds poured over his defenseless head. The chill moths found him there day and night.

Mighty fear took relentless hold of Indra. Indra summoned to his presence Ramba. She was the fairest daughter of the Heaven. He unfolded to her a plan.

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 62

                                                RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 62

                                                            VISVAMITRA SAVES SUNASSEPHA

At noon the monarch unyoked his horses. The place was the banks of the lake, Pushkara. The king wanted to take a short break. Sunassepha was wandering all over the place with a heavy heart. He chanced upon Visvamitra, his mother’s brother. Visvamitra was engaged with many a hermit in stern austerities. Sunassepha was faint with toil and thirst. He ran up to where sat Visvamitra. He fell across his breast and cried piteously.

“I have no father. Nor do I have a fondling mother. You are my refuge. I call upon you to save me from this fate. You are ever the champion of the oppressed.  You are a shield between the wretched and their misery. Find a way so that the king will achieve his object. And find a way for me to spend many years in austerities and win the abode of the Gods. I have no protector, so you protect me. You become my father and chase away this danger that hangs over my head.”

Visvamitra calmed the grief of the boy. And infused hope into his heart. Turning to his sons, he said, “The time has come for you to prove you are my worthy sons. This boy is a son of a hermit. He clasps my feet for protection. Save his life and bring joy and happiness to him. Everyone of you has kept the observances. Not one of you has swerved from the path of right and the duty. You take his place at the sacrifice of Ambarisha. And may the bright God of Fire fine in you a sweet offering. Sussanapha shall be saved from death. The sacrifice will come to a happy end. The gods will depart well pleased. And my word to the boy will have been well kept.

Visvamitra’s sons Madhusyanda and others laughed aloud. They had proud heart and hearty spirit. They spoke back to their father. You are a fine father. You put a stranger’s brat before his own flesh and blood. The very idea is repulsive to us. It is like dog’s meat for dinner.”

Fire flashed from the eyes of Visvamitra. He cried out in a terrible voice: “You dared to speak to me in such words as these? You dared to set my commands at defiance? You shall be wanderers over the earth for a thousand years. You abhorred dog’s meat! You shall eat dog’s meat alone a thousand years. You shall be like this as the sons of my rival, Vasishtha.” After that, the sage turned to the despairing Sussanapha. He performed certain protective rites to ensure his safety. “Fair son, two spells I give you with which you shall win the grace of Indra and Vishnu. You must chant these hymns of unspeakable power in the sacrificial hall. And you will come by no harm.”

Sunassepha humbly received the potent charms and with a joyful heart went back to the royal master. He said to the king, “Mighty king, we have tarried too long on the way. Let us proceed to the place of sacrifice. Don’t forget to take upon yourself the initiatory vow.”

Soon they were at Ayodhya. Ambarisha was now with all joy. He caused Sunassepha to be bound to the sacrificial stake. Writhes of the sacred Kusa encircled hid graceful limbs. His garments were fiery red. It enhanced the horror of the scene. The holy priest directed him so nothing would go wrong. The supreme moment came that was to decide his fate. The helpless victim started to sing the mantra praising Indra and Vishnu. The thousand-eyed Lord was surprised and pleased. It was so as Visvamitra had taught. The mysterious words of praise were known to no sons of earth. Long happy years were the need of him that won the Lord’s heart. Ambarisha also came in for his share of praise.

All the while, Visvamitra, the protector of the boy went on with his Tapas. He went on with his Tapas for one thousand years.   

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 61

                                             RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 61

                                                                         AMBARISHA

Visvamitra saw all the Gods and sages depart. He then addressed the people of the forest. “The southern quarter where is not favourable for our purpose. Let us proceed to the West and continue our Tapas there. For a mighty check has been placed upon us here. The forest of Pushkara will be a good place for our purpose. As a holy place, it has no equal.” So he went to the groves of Pushkara and resumed his severe austerities. He supported himself solely upon fruits and roots.

It was about this time that Ambarisha was about to perform a sacrifice. Ambarisha was the ruler of Ayodhya. But Indra made away with the sacrificial horse. The high priest blamed Ambarisha. “All through your carelessness, the consecrated animal is lost. Such acts will bring doom to the king. But the mistake can be rectified. You must bring back the animal or a man to take its place. Do not delay. Do what we say before the sacrifice is over.”

Ambarisha sought far and wide. He offered thousands of kine to those who would offer such a man. He went to towns and cities, hamlets and groves, forests and peaceful hermitages and distant lands. He omitted no place. He came at last to Bhrigutunda. There lived Richika with his wife and sons. The royal sage approached him. He paid him glory and respect. He made his request to the pleased Magarishi. The Magarishi was radiant in the might of his Tapas. “Salutations to you, sir. Is it well for you and your peaceful religious duties? I have come here to beg you one of your sons for a sacrificial offering. If you agree to do the same, I would pay you thousands of kine. I have searched far and near and could not find one who would offer a man for sacrificial offerings. Take whatever you want and give me one of your sons. The sage replied to him that he would never part with his first-born son.

Then the mother of the boys spoke to the king. Bhrigu is the lord of my line. He has passed his word that the eldest son of his loins shall never be sold. My youngest son, Sunaka, is dearer to me. I shall never consent to give away. Father’s hopes are centred on his eldest. The youngest son is dearer to the heart of the mother.

Sunassepha was the mid-most of the three. He listened to the words of his parents. Then he spoke with a firm heart to the king. “The first son is dearer to my father. And the last son is dearer to my mother. Then it goes without saying that the middle son is welcome to be taken. O, king, lead me where you will.”

Sunassepha was of matchless wisdom. Ambarisa’s heart danced with joy. He gave to the Maharishi costly silver and gold, gems and precious stones of countless value and hundreds of thousands of cattle. He took leave of the saintly pair. And placing the hard-won Sunessepha on his royal car the king went back to Ayodhya.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN, CHAPTER 60

                                                RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 60

Thus Visvamitra annihilated Mahodaya and the sons of Vasishtha with the power of his Tapas. He then addressed the assembled sages. “See this scion of the royal race of Ikshvaku. His name is Trisanku. He is a righteous king. He is a great giver of gifts. Above all, he has sought refuge in me. He has a great desire. It relates to the ascending to the world of the Gods in his body of flesh. For his yearnings to be fulfilled, you and I will conduct a sacrifice.”

The sages heard him out and discussed among themselves. “Visvamitra is very angry. We must do even as he says. Otherwise, he will certainly consume us with his curses. We should not do anything that would make him angry with us. Now let us start the sacrifice without losing time. Let us lift Trisanku in his body to the world of the Gods with the might of Visvamitra.”

And thus the long-delayed sacrifice started. Visvamitra himself assumed the responsible post of the Adhvaru. His brother sages went about their duties without a fault. Then, in due course, Visvamitra called upon the Shining Ones to come down to the sacrifice. He asked them to receive their shares of the offerings. He called three times. But the Shining Ones did not come. They said, “What kind of sacrifice is this? An unqualified kshatria sacrifices for a wretch. He has been cursed to be a foul Chandala. We shall not respond to the call. We don’t want to defile us for all the time by partaking of the offerings.”

A storm of wrath shook the frame of Visvamitra. He raised the sacrificial ladle. In a terrible voice, he cried, “Trisanku! my son I shall do this sacrifice. See what my hard-earned Tapas can do. I shall raise you to the skies our of my energy. In your very body, you will be raised to the haughty Gods’ place. It is not an easy task for others. By the force of my austerities, Trisanku, ascend to the bright homes of the Angels of Light.”

No sooner were the words uttered, than the sages had a wonderful sight. Trisanku rose aloft from this dull Earth right up towards the radiant worlds.  He ascended to the worlds of the Celestials in his dark form of the Chandala.

But Indira, the Lord of the Heaven saw him. “Back, back, Trisanku,” he cried. You have no place here. You are a fool. Don’t you see the black curse is pulling you down? You fall headlong upon the Earth. She groans beneath the weight of your sin. And Trisanku was hurled headlong from the High Heavens. He cried out for help to Visvamitra.

His cry pierced Visvamitra to the heart. He was roused to an ungovernable fury. “Stay where you are, I command you!” Visvamitra cried. And Trisanku stood in mid-air petrified. Then Visvamitra sat in the midst of his fellow sages. He proceeded to form a new creation like a Brahma. “My Trisanku shall be the Pole-star of my new system. Another constellation of the Seven Rishis (Ursa Major) shall evolve around him. And beyond these another circle of lunar asterisms,” he spoke. And in the South there rose a grand system of worlds. It was the counterpart of that in the North. But Visvamitra’s rage did not stop there. “My new world would have another Indra” he continued. And then he stopped to think. “No, no. I hate the very word, Indra. My sone Trisanku shall be its Lord. He will outshine that wretch, Indra who disobeyed my words.” And immediately he set about to fashion another creation of the Celestial Hierarchies.

Mighty fear seized the hearts of the Gods, Asuras and the sages. They were bewildered at this display of awful power. It was almost divine. They approached the sage with humble entreaties. They wondered how to charm his wounded pride. “Mighty One! This king is not entitled to a place among us. Our worlds are for such Twice-born who are pure. Trisanku is holy. No doubt about that. but he lives under the curse of his Guru. Vasishtha is all powerful. And who knows it better than you?”

Now Visvamitra’s heart was pacified. He was glad. The proud Gods were at his feet! But his iron will would not yield. “Peace be unto you!” he cried. This was his only conciliation. My word has passed to Trisanku that he shall ascend to your place in his body. And it shall never prove otherwise. Since you would not accept him, I have no other go than creating my own system. There shall be a world of Gods where Trisanku is. I will create stars and constellations. Also, the orders of Heavenly Powers shall continue to exist until the day of Great Dissolution.”

The Gods were foiled by the terrible power of Visvamitra. They gave in with a good grace. All your creation of a new system will be there outside the Vaisvanara path (the Zodiac). Trishanku shall be as happy and shining as the Gods. But he shall hang headlong. It shall be the reminder of his having transgressed his Guru’s words. In other respects, he will be remembered on Earth as a mighty king.

“Be it so” Visvamitra gave glad assent. The Gods and the assembled sages lauded Visvamitra to the skies. He was known for his superhuman power. The sacrifice was completed. Visvamitra placed another person in the place of Trisanku. And this time the Gods came to obtain the due share of the offerings!            

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 59

                                                    RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 59

                                                       VISVAMITRA CHAMPIONS TRISANKU

Visvamitra replied to the king turned into a chandala with pity. “Welcome, you are a proud member of a noble clan. I know, son, you to be a noble king. Don’t be afraid, noble lord. From this moment you sit under the shield. And my sword is at the breast of your enemies! I will send for such as can help me in this sacrifice. They are all wise sages and saintly ascetics. Once they are here you can start it with a relieved heart. You are not a born Chandala. So you will ascend to the heavens in this body. All this will happen through the power of my Tapas. I see the gates of heaven open wide to receive you. You will be an honoured guest there. You will take your proud seat among the Gods. You have asked for and obtained refuge with Visvamitra. The son of Gadhi is the champion of the weak and oppressed?”

He directed his son to get everything ready towards the sacrifice. Next, he said to his disciples, “You go from here and invite here the Wise Ones of the Earth. Also welcome their pupils, friends as also the sacrificial priests. If anyone says no, tell him here is a kshatria to sacrifice for a Chandala!”

They heard and obeyed his orders. They went away and brought back news. “O, sir, the Wise Ones have heard your message. And they are now on their way here. All are coming except Mahodaya and sons of Vasishtha. The sons had the temerity to say, ‘Strange days have come over us and strange things happen. A kshatria has the audacity to assume the sacred functions of a sacrificial priest. And that too in the cause of a degraded Chandala. Have noble Brahmanas become so scarce that a warrior should pose himself as such. Have the twice-born disappeared? How could a Chandala dare to allow a sacrifice to be conducted for his benefit? This is a nice pair! A fighting priest and the outcast sacrificer! It will be a strange sight to see the holy sages and Gods sit down in the hall to partake of the offerings! How do the Brahmanas hope to ascend to the Heavens? They will be defiled by taking food at the hands of the Chandala. How dare the sages of holy vows have assisted in this? This is a sacrilegious rite.’ Mahodaya and the numerous sons of Vasishtha had these wanton words to utter”

Visvamitra heard them. And fierce fire shot out of his eyes. While the burning wrath found vent, “And so, the impious wretches had these words to say about me. I am pure and spotless. I am engaged in terrible austerities. Let them decry me. They do not know that nothing can stand before the fire of my Tapas. Well here is the reward for their pains. Nothing shall remain of them but a heap of ashes! Time shall cast his noose over their necks. And it will haul them to the gates of the Lord of Death. More is yet to come, for this is not enough punishment. For seven hundred lives they shall drag on a miserable existence. They will eat foul and decaying corpse and dog’s meat. They are pitiless. They shall be known by the name of Mushtikas. They shall go around the world in uncouth form speech and habits. They shall go under the name of Mushtikas. As for Mahodaya, he shall be a degraded Nishada. He shall for ages suffer a life of misery. He will be ever be a murderer. My anger shall chain him to such a way of life.”

Visvamitra spoke so. He was the sage of stern vows. The ascetics heard him with well-concealed disapproval and sorrow.