. Avathara purushan by Vali (part 1)
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
1.Introduction
I am a typewriter,
That which strikes and strikes,
And make tail
words appear,
Is that eight
lettered manthra (Om Namo Narayana)
He is the one who
does and I his machine
He is using
me as his handy man
These letters show
the rare face,
Why is there a need for
introduction?
First Thamboola
Oh god you are
root of everything,
The primeval root,
And so the first Thamboolam is to you.
For all words ,
your words are the root,
This is the evidence
given by the Vedas
All things happen
because of you,
Without your
grace, it is complete eradication
After worshipping
men incarnations,
Getting bored, I have come,
To worship “A man who is
incarnation”
The son who sang ,
made up faces,
For living and for comparison,
As a an atonement, I am trying to sing,
About an incomparable face ,
In mistake less
tamil
Being one who
wrote love stories and got wounded,
Today I am writing
the story of Rama,
To heal all my
wounds
I am coming to
greet the lord,
Who explained the grammar of life,
BY prose
poetry , which does not ,
Follow rules of Grammar
Oh God, come
and help me,
After getting your grace ,
Let this firewood
,
Become a veena
Me
I am a snail , which boasts,
Moving of four
inches as a great move
I am the goldsmith who goes round,
A coconut
garden and makes,
Loud announcement that,
That I went
round Dandakarnya
I am the angler
who decides,
The depth I went in water,
As the depth of
the ocean
I am the kite which explains,
The area I went
round,
As the length of
the sky
I am the fool who felt,
The tail of Valmiki and the feet of Kamban,
And boasts
that I have become an expert
In Spiritual
literature.
A letter to Kamban
who wrote Ramayaa
Oh Kamba, one who is
great in knowledge
Salutations to the Parijatha flower from a
paper flower
Oh Sir , are you
Okay there,
Is Chadayappa the
philanthropist okay?
Is the shirtless
SA.Ganesan Okay?
Is Jeevaa who
explained your greatness in great Tamil Okay?
Is P sree who by talking and talking, popularized your greatness Okay?
Is Puduvai Arunagiri who without singing Kandha sang
about Kamba Okay
Is TKC who weighed your songs and proved there are no interpolations okay?
To all of them , my pranams with love
Oh emperor of Poets , what you sang in traditional time,
I am singing in
the modern time
Without knowing
swimming , I have entered the water,
I will shout ,
please save me
Oh king of poems who entered in to long sleep,
In Nattararasan kottai, Please wake up and come
You enter inside me and write,,
I am saluting you and begging
Sowing is my work,
To make it yield is your brain
2.Ilakkiya Nayakan Raman (Rama lord of literature)- an
introduction
He is the sun of
wisdom born,
In the clan of the sun in the sky,
He is the god who
has come to earth,
Wearing the human
dress
He is kept hidden
by the Vedas
For his
greatness is not even visible,
To the Vedas
He is the
truth which brought the truth,
He is the dharma
beyond lies,
He is Veda which has developed feet,
He is the humanity dressed in divinity
He who has no
birth, took birth,
After being
born , he cut of,
The future birth of others
3.Nadhiyum Naadum
The river and the
country=an introduction
Her name is
Sarayu,
She is a river
maiden,
Among all river
maidens,
She has maximum
marks
That wet dress weaved
,
By the Himalayas
was worn,
By the good lady called
KOsala,
As her sari whicch
was tied to her hips
How many pretty
foam flowers,
On that dress and to
hug
All those foam
flowers,
How many
shore flowers
Sitting with folded legs on those ,
Shore flowers, the
breeze ,
Is singing Malaya
Marutha
To the children born
to ,
KOsala , the lady
of Virtue,
There are no
sorrows
In the book of their experience ,
There are no
pages called Sorrow,
There is no
money just for one person,
And so there
are no two groups
Since there was no giving and getting,
There is no arguments there
There was shame
there,
For poverty and
inferiority,
Which did not have
any work
In the land of
Goddess Kosala,
Wearing the
cloth of water,
There were no eyes
wearing,
The dress of tears
In the land of
Kosala,
Dressed in water,
There was no
lady ,
Dressed in White
In the long
account book,
Of the Kosala lady, there ,
Are no numbers to count
al the good
4. Dasarathan
Ayodhya was the
kumkum thilak on ,
The forehead of
the lady called Kosala,
And the guard of
its auspiciousness,
Was the king Dasaradha
The sound of pretty
peacocks,
The talks of the
poets of the palace,
Were always heard
, in the palace of ladies,
And his royal
meeting place
Though before the
emperor,
Three hundred pearl
lamps were there,
Only three lamps
were there
They were honoured as family lamps
They were not
ghee lamps, they were,
True lamps hugged
by the king with his own hands
They were not oil lamps, they were butter lamps,
Which will met at the touch of the emperor
5.Kausalya, Kaikeyi
and Sumithra
Dasaratha was the lord
of these forever lamps
He was one who thought that country was his soul,
And he was the
nest which carried that good soul
And he noted this
in his heart
All the toungues of the country’s people,
Became the chairs on which his name sat
To this king, who
could not be won by anybody,
There was a sorrow, which could not be told to anyody
6.The teacher of
the clan
Vasishta, is the ocean of knowledge, with shores,
Which were not visible –but for sight he looked like a canal,
If we raise a
question through Yaga, the sky will answer
Liking the way he chanted
the Vedas always sat on his lips
He was guru of
Dasaratha, the personification of Dharma
He lived as an
answer to all his questions,
He was shop where
explanations were bought
The king cut even his nails only
after,
He told the
suitable date
Searching for an answer one day , the question came
It saluted and
then stood
It was surprise
for Vasishta, that the would the ocean,
Where ponds got dissolved, became upset
The ocean like dasaratha
looked like a dwarf,
He who is tall appeared dwarf due to hisworries
The king said
Oh sir, my hands
are paining having driven,
The chariot of ruling for sixty thousand years,
The body is
getting bored
I am standing
without hands , as I do not have,
A hand to whom my hands can hand over the whip
There is no
one who is my reminder,
This fear looks
like a mole on me
Am I the full stop
for the sentence of clan,
Written by my ancestors
When king
Dasaradha raised this question,
The sage searched
in side his mind for answer
7.Lord Vishnu
In the heaven a
prayer meeting was taking place,
They were waiting
for the person who is protecting
them
They did not shut their eye lids , they did not sweat,
They were Devas ,
who had eaten the nectar
They are now scared
as if they have taken poison,
They are at the
peak of their scare
Due to sufferings created by Ravana
and other Rakshasas,
The devas had thinned like streaks of lightning
The mouth of
Varuna got dried, The wind god sweated ,
The moon did not
have raising crescents,
Sun god waning
crescent , Iravatha elephant started
thinning
And Indra was
greatly tired
The cry of their request for protection, broke ,
The walls of Vaikunta
and entered inside
Lord Vishnu came
and showed himself
He got down
from neck of Garuda.
He who got down , seeing the state of devas melted
The Lord Vishnu opened his divine mouth
“Oh Devas , when Ravana begged for boon
of ,
Deathlessness, he showed
Brahma his list of enemies
In his thinking
that men and monkeys were silly insects,
The king of Lanka
did not include
That which he did not include is going write his fate,
Since there is no
correction for this mistake,
It is difficult
for him to live
I will take birth as human being,
And will be born as
son of Dasaradha,
In the clan of Manus
When I am coming as the lord, Adhisesha ,
Will come as my younger
brother and the conch and wheel,
Which are with me will be born as other brothers
You who are the
devas, will come as monkeys
Lord Vishnu
returned back to ocean of milk
8.Sage Rishya Sringa
The guru of the
clan said
Oh Dasaratha , conduct
the puthra kameshti yaga
Then new
growth will grow in your plants
Call sage Rishya
Sringa to head that Yaga
Wherever he
stepped rains used to fall
He is ,
The son of son of son of Lord Brahma,
He has never seen passion
He is a wise man who knew earth is a lie
To the truth, his
body is the body
Anga desa is a good country,
Due to no water for long time ,
The wealth of the
country was getting spoiled
To the people,
There was no water
to plough,
There was no
tears to cry
The king
Romapadha who ruled them,
Asked aged great people
They said , if a
sage who gives wisdom,
Comes then the sky
will give
Due to compulsion , when the king asked,
Ladies went in the
form of sages
Sage Rishya sringa did not know,
Anything about mountain and forests
He thought the ladies
who came as sages,
AS sages with horn
in their chest
As time passed, passed,
The ladies , by slowly
moving with him,
And made wet the
heart of the sage with passion,
And brought him to
anga country,
That sage of truth
who can remove sorrow
AS soon as the feet of Rishya Sringa touched,
As soon as his flower
like feet touched the borders
The sky thundered, the clouds became black,
Rain fell and the lakes
spilled the excess water
After finishing
the story of Rishya Sringa,
The guru of the
clan Vasishta,
Gave a hint
Oh king Dasaradha
, go to Anga country,
Bring him
And speedily
perform the Yaga
9.The Yaga
performed by the king
With the booming
of sacred chants,
With auspiciousness
shine,
The king of
kings started the Yaga
That Rishy sringa who put out,
Fire of
passion with penance
After raising the
fire of the yaga
And grew it huge
Like truth eating the lie,
The fire ate
the ghee
From the Yaga grown by the Vedas,
One celestial being came out
There was a vessel in
Hand of that being,
And in the vessel was
divine Payasa(kheer)
The sage told
Oh king , take the Payasa in the vessel and,
Distribute it to your three wives
The king Gave half of it to Kausalya,
Half of the remaining
to Sumithra,
And half of reminder
to Kaikeyi
And gave what was remaining to sumithra
This is
Not the
mathematics of the king,
But mathematics of
the God
10.The God was
born
The yaga
succeeded, the question got an answer
The three
queens gave birth to four.
The great god , Parabrahmam ,
Was born as a
baby to Kausalya,
And got a
name as Rama
The Kaikeyi who
was like the hand,
Of the king who carried
the staff ,
Gave birth , to
the angry moon ,
Who will burn the darkness of sin by his look,
And he was given
the name Bharatha.
Sumithra who gave
birth to Lakshmana,
The literature without grammatical errors,
Also gave
birth to Sathrugna ,the
book
Who had valor like
red hot fire
Dasaradha saw that
the four Vedas,
Came as four sons to him
He gave a notice that
no one need ,
To pay tax for
seven years
He told the doors
of treasury will open,
When poor people
came
Due to realizing
the dream he saw,
The gold like king became very vigorous
Food in moon light
The mother showed
the moon that diminishes ,
And gave food to
the moon that will never diminish
The Lord who had created the moon, asked his mother,
To catch the moon and give it to him
The mother Kausalya, holding the pretty moon on her hips,
Called the dirty moon
Seeing the prettiness of the baby moon,
The white moon
became shy
It closed its face
with a small cloud cloth,
And hid itself
When the wise moon baby
cried that the sky moon ,
Has gone, the mother
kausalya, to console the baby Rama,
Told a song
Darling Rama,
Darling rama,
Should you
become sad?
When any eyes
sheds tears,
Only your hands
wipes it
If your own eyes
sheds tears,
By which hand
shall I wipe it
The entire world, is the flower ball,
Lying down
below your feet,
Would not the sun
and moon,
Stand before you ,
if you order
If they are babies,
They will cry for
milk
I have seen in this country,
The one who was sleeping on the ocean of milk,
Crying for milk in
my house,
Are you not the emperor ,
Who takes conch
and wheel in your hand,
And am I not one ,
who lifts the emperor,
And gives him food?
Your feet is the
one which,
Measured the three worlds
by three steps,
And mine is the lap
that carried for ten months,
The God who
measured the three worlds
Where would be the
mother , who has,
Done more blessed
deeds than me,
Having got pregnant
with truth,
I practiced strict
diet for many months
Darling Rama,
Darling rama,
Should your eyes
become sad.
Kausalya finished the song,
The god who is
song of all songs,
Got enchanted by
the song and slept
11.Viswamithrar
The Guru of the
clan Vasishta,
To the four
princes
Taught them Vedas , science of archery,
And all the
existing arts,
He made those
crescent moons,
In to full moons
and,
Handed them over to the king
One day to see
the king,
The great sage
Viswamithra came
To Viswamithra, Vedas
were on his tip of the toungue,
And his anger on the tip of his nose
He in his previous
day was a king of lands,
And later became
king of sages,
And wore the dress
of sages
He was one who
while being on the earth,
Tapped the doors of the sky
The king offered him a seat,
Worshipped him and asked,
“What can I do for you.
Command me ,
whatever you tell,
I will do that”
Like this he gave
him his word-fate
He fell in the spread out net , willingly
The sage
asked Dasaradha
“I am performing a
Yaga in the forest,
Two wild Rakshasas called Mareecha and Subahu,
Are
preventing that yaga”
They are spoiling
its aim
To protect the Yaga and
to,
Make the bodies of
asuras fall,
You please send your eldest son Rama,
Along with this sage,
It is my responsibility ,
To bring him back”
When that great
man,
Asked his son,
The king felt , that,
A thunder has descended on his head,
His mind was
churned,
He was greatly
confused,
In total ,
Everything crashed
.
Dasaratha who
gave word that,
“I will do
whatever you ask”,
Hanged that word
now
He saluted
Viswamithra and requested,
“Oh great sage, my son is smaller than small,
Even hair has not
started growing above his lips,
Desire has not started
flowering in his heart,
Would he able to take his bow in the battle field
Would the trouble by
Rakshasas,
End because of
this
Would a hill fall , if a baby kicks on it?
With one mug of water can we,
Put out the forest
fire
I would come with my army of four types,
I will serve you
and provide,
Protection to your Yaga”
Viswamithra got
very angry
“Hey , king,
A king can slip away his bow,
But he should never
violate,
The word that he
has given.
If he does that ,
The country will not salute him,
Afterwards , if he
dies,
The country will not cry
for him.
You live long with your family,
Without the
crime not keeping your word
Before problems
burst out ,
Sage Vasishta told
to the king
“Oh Dasaratha, your ancestors ,
Dhileepa and BHageeradha,
Has written , a not editable ,
Account of the fame of this clan.
Please do not write
its continuation,
With grammatical
mistakes
The grammar of a
king ,
Is to protect his
people,
And not only that, keep up,
The word he has
given,
Please send Rama and Lakshmana ,
With him who is the sage among sages,
It will add up
greatness to your country”
When the clan Guru told like this,
Dasaratha agreed top sent his,
Two sons along
with the ,
Sage who was a Brahma rishi
And escaped from a
great curse
12.Thadaka
With Viswamithra going
in front ,
Carrying his water
pot(Kamandalu)
In his hands, with two lads following him,
The sun with his rays touched the golden body ,
Of the blessed people and touched its own eyes
The evening sun , after finishing his work,
Waved to the forest flowers ,
Saying to them that he will meet them next day,
And slowly went
down in the west
The trees also folded
their own shadow,
Which was spread on the earth and kept it with them
In the evening, after
making the sons of dasaratha,
Sit near the
shores of sarayu, the sage taught them,
The two manthras called “Bala and athi Bala”,
Which will cause
them good
The forest tied the sari of pitch darkness,
The three
people laid themselves down,
On the thin grass
Before the sky
woke up,
They woke up and finished,
Early morning routines in the forest
Then they walked
and Walked,
Crossed river Ganges
on a boat,
They saw a desert, their eyes burnt,
The sand on which they stepped was also hot
The Sage
Kaushika told the story
This is a land
where canals and ploughed land
was there
The land where
Agasthya who destroyed the pride
did penance
Thadaga was the one
who converted,
The beautiful place
in to a rotten place
Among the ladies
she was not the soft type,
Not middle type
but hard type,
Her mind was stone type,
And character the wild type
Thadaga roamed in
this place and ,
Kileds all people whom her eyes could see
Human beings was her lunch, his
blood,
Was the water she
drank
Corpses are her
cotton bed
The fat of their
body,
was the ghee she applied
to her long hair
She used their fallen heads as garland
Their skin as her
Sari,
She troubled all types of beings too much
Oh dear
Ramachandra,
Only through you ,
her days should end,
And days of freedom for all other beings,
Should come only through you.
By the time sage Kaushika
,
Ended his speech
The hills started shaking,
In all places heat
increased,
The black sky became
pale,
The wild birds
started shouting
Then Thadaga came,
she came,
Carrying a trident
in her hand
She saw men and roared,
She worshipped all
the three of them,
With bad words
The hero rama,
Stood like the
balance,
With a stable
needle,
To the sage who
has .
Done great penance, he asked
“If we kill a
lady,
It is a great sin”
And the great sage consoled him
“Hey Rama, she is
not a lady,
She is a devil which has taken form of a lady
She is the mother
of all the devils”
She is halakala poison
who has developed arms and legs
If you kill her ,
your fame ,
Would stand forever
Oh Chirancheevi
Rama, cut off,
Head of Thadaka,
And save Dharma
That Anantha
Rama, tied the thread to his bow,
And kept an arrow there, To his flood of anger,
He built a
dam by doing that,
She rained stones on him,
And he rained
arrows on her
When again and
again,
It rained
Telling a Manthra, when the king,
Sent another arrow
Thadaka fell,
The dharma got up
13.The Maha Bali
The sage arrived
in Sidhashrama,
During one dawn
That place, was
greatly pretty,
Even the breeze
wondered,
Whether it
was the world of Devas
Purity opened as flowers there,
And blessed acts ran as
full streams there
All streets were
places, where yaga is performed
The great prince
wondered,
And the sage Kaushika
explained
Mahabali,
The paternal grand son,
Of Prahadha
The valorous one who ,
Kept the
three worlds like
Like a flower ball in his fist,
Was a very courageous one,
The devas who got
scared
By seeing the
control of that asura increasing
Worshipped
Achyutha , to control him
To protect them
the God primeval Narayana,
Took birth as
Vamana,
In the womb of a mother called athithi
That Damodara lifting ,
The palm
umbrella over his head,
Went to King Mahabali,
And begged
for land,
Measuring three
feet by his feet
The king said , “I have
given”.
And sage Shukra told him,
“Do not give”
The one who has
come as Vamana,
Is not a Brahmin
boy,
But Aadhi Kesava
Shukra told the king this,
And said “Do not give this charity”
And prevented him
Mahabali with joy
told, Oh Guru
“This one is the husband
of eight Lakshmis
With his hands held down,
And my hand held above his
To give him ,gives
joy to me.
Even if this ends in my death,
I will become immortal”
Saying this he poured water,
To give charity, in the boy’s hand,
By pouring , he respected
his word
Shukra took a form of a bee and,
Plugged the way through
which,
Water was coming
And God Vamana
using a dhambha grass,
Pierced his eye
The God who took a huge form,
Measured the
fourteen worlds,
By his two steps,
And kept his third step,
On Mahabali’s head,
And made him immortal(Chirancheevi)
After finishing
the story,
Kaushika told,
“The place where ,
That happened is
this,
And that is
why ,
Prettiness is ebbing here,
And everything
grows well
In this holy land,
My five day
Yaga starts
The five day Yaga
In that Sidhasrama
,
The disciples of the sage,
Collected and arranged,
All things needed
to,
Perform the Yaga, and ,
Completed
preliminary jobs
The Yaga fire place
had been,
Cleaned by cow dung and rangoli was drawn,
The Samitha which are
to be added,
So that the fire
is not put out,
The big spoon to
pour the ghee,
Cow’s ghee,And rice balls,
To give as Havirbhaga to the devas
On the deer skin
the sage
sat,
On a lotus pose,
He took Dharbha grass, purified it ,
And wore it on his
ring finger
After doing Pranayama ,
With Rechaka and
pooraka shine,
He stifled them within himself
And started the
holy Yaga
The place where
the yaga ,
Was taking place ,
Was being protected,
By the king’s sons
,
All the twenty four hours,
Holding bows and
arrows
The Rakshasa crowd
started ,
Collecting on the sky,
Mareecha and Subhagu
,
Who were mlechas,
Decided to pour blood and flesh,
On the yaga fire
place,
The sages who saw
upwards,
Were greatly scared
Kosala Rama
built a roof,
Over the stage of
yaga ,
With his arrows ,
so that,
Nothing dirty
falls over there
Afterwards tying the bows thread,
Using his hands, he sent arrows,
Using the arrows he cut off ,
The heads of the
evil people
Subahu died and ,
Mareecha made
himself scarce
Without any problem,
The Yaga was
completed,
From the eyes of sage Kaushika,
Tears of joy came
out
14.Akalikai
To see the yaga
conducted,
By king Janaka in Mithila
The human
Narayana,
And his younger
brother, walked
Like the slippers
of sage Kaushika
More than usual they
walked ,
With him more
The morning sun which does not,
Burn the feet, came to the top,
And made
their heads hot
By the time the
three of them stepped ,
On the border of Mithila , it became noon
Seeing the moon
like face of the pretty Rama,
Thinking that at noon, a moon is coming towards them,
In the lily
flowers of the border tank,
All the lily flowers
opened
In the good day
time, in the edge outside town,
When the four feet Rama was walking and approaching,
His feet
touched a small stone,
As soon as it touched , the stone became a lady,
That pretty damsel stood up,
Fell down on their feet
and saluted them
Seeing the stone
turning to a lady,
That Rama with a bow, stood there and wondered
As Usual sage Viswamithra
,
Explained the
reason
Ahalya was a pretty damsel,
She was born along with nectar
Because she was born along with nectar
She also became
great like nectar
Even the day time
lamp Lord Sun,
Would become a ordinary
lamp before her
If he stood before
her
To get that treasure
of beauty,
A deva crowd
crowded there,
And fought , day
and night
When the problem became big,
Lord Brahma kept a wager for them
He said Ahalya
would be given,
To the first person who brings,
A two faced cow, from heaven or earth
Devas searched for
a two faced cow ,
All over heaven and earth
Narada who sings
the name of Narayana,
Brought a cow which was fully pregnant,
And sent it to the hut
of sage Gowthama
While the calf
was being born, its face came first
The time when the cow had two faces,
Narada of great penance
requested,
Saint Gauthama to walk round it,
And the sage did it
And Lord Brama according to his words,
Gave the nectar
pot like Ahalya,
In the hands of
Sage Gauthama
Indra to whom the love for Ahalya ,
Had not gone was
greatly disappointed
Due to worry , he
became a form of only bone
Thinking of Enjoying that pretty lady,
He made a net of intrigue
One day, in the
early morning,
When the night has
not ended
Indra took the
form of a cock,
And crowed
before the gate of,
The hut of Gauthama
The sage thought ,
day has broken,
Woke up and went
in search ,
Of the cold river to take bath
Indra thinking this is the time,
Took the form of the saint
And tightly
hugged Ahalya,
Till his desire
was over
That lady thought ,that,
It is her husband and,
Deeply went inside ,
That hands that
hugged her
The Sage of great
penance who was divine,
While walking towards
the river,
Saw that darkness
has not still lifted
Realizing some
deceiving ,
He rushed back to
his home
The king who ruled
the sky,
Took the form of cat
,
And was about to go
Seeing his cat’s eye , the sage,
With his divine
sight,
Understood who he is
Let that which you
wished and came,
Let it occupy all
over your body ,
In thousands of numbers”like this ,
The Brahmin
cursed the king of devas
Due to your doing the evil act,
“When husband is not there ,
She does not have
virtue”
He ordered,
“You would lie as a stone ,
Over which always ants
will crawl”
The innocent one
who did,
Not do any sin, as soon the curse was given,
Became angry
“this is not
mistake of a lady,
The mistake was her not understanding ,
That a silly sinner
took the form of her husband
After that I thought
that,
He is my husband,
How is my joining in the love play ,
A sin?
When a sinner,
Crowed like a cock,
Going immediately
for bath,
Was your mistake
Like me , were you
also not,
Deceived by Indra?
After you
punish yourself ,
For your mistake ,
Then only you should punish me.
The sage took to his mind,
This Talk of
Ahalya
“ A Dasaratha Rama
would come,
He would give you freedom “he said
After finishing
the story,
Sage Kaushika told
Hey Rama
The Ahalya of those
days ,
Has got rid of her
sorrow because of you,
She has joined,
With her golden
body again
The feminine nature which ered,
Has lived today
Your feet that has ,
Made her live, is good
At that time Gauthama came there,
He took her saying
,
She is fit to be
received back
15.Janaka
Janaka was the one,
Who sat in the mind of people ,
And ruled the
country
Mithila was his capital,
An Art city , full
of ,
Great buildings
The breeze would sweep the streets there
The water filled
cloud,
Would spray water
there,
With bangles keeping slowly the beat,
With women with Kajal eyes drawing rangoli,
The moon itself will
lit the lamp there
Janaka was the king of Videha country,
But he was a wise
citizen
When he was fixing tax for the people,
It was the same tax meant for spiritual books
Why should we tax the poor-he gave them exemption,
He gave them lamps
so that they will get light
So the people of his country,
Worshipped their ruler
like god
Janaka’s body sat on the peacock throne,
And he made his mind sit,
On the seat of
deer skin,
He used to keep crown on his head,
And book of Vedas
in his mind
Thinking that
worldly desires,
Are useless, he set them aside,
And built the home of knowledge,
To get salvation, in his mind
The book of Valmiki
describes,
Him as one who
knows spirituality,
And domestic
issues
The Janaka who used to
drive a chariot
One day drove the plough,
And in the place
the plough pierced,
One child who had
a pretty face ,
Arose from there
That child of earth,
Was a female child
Crops grow in land ,
Will life grow there?
Would the baby which prattles and lisps,
Which is normally given by a womb,
Be given by a plough
The king had
question marks ,
Al over his face
He picked and took
that baby treasure,
And assured its safety in his wife’s hands
“Sita
indicates the furrow of the plough”
That name will be suitable to the baby,
Like this the
king thought in his mind
To the baby which
rose from the furrow,
On an auspicious day, he gave the name
Sita
One day , in the women’s quarters
The girl who was playing with magic in her laugh,
Was playing with the ball
At that time she was a five year old baby moon
The ball rolled , went below the box,
Containing Shiva’s
bow and stayed there
That bow cannot be moved by men and ,
Cannot be even moved by elephants
Even cyclone could only touch it,
But not carry it
That huge and
great bow,
Was moved by the pointer finger
Of the tiny tot Sita
And Janaka saw
her,
Taking the ball
away
Oh my my god, this feeling,
Ran from his head
to tip of his feet,
And rocked his body like the piggy bank
He said in a letter to all kings ,
The garland from this girl,
Is only for who moves the bow
16.Entering the city
With quiver and
bow hugging his shoulders,
In the sweat
produced by the hot sun,
Washing his body
Our lord, and brother of our lord,
Followed by the saint, came
With three
shadows that sage ,
Walked and kept
his feet in mithila
That was the royal street,
Half of it was occupied
by the royal family,
And the half by family
of ministers
On the both sides
of the road,
Trees which have
not become widows,
Would be standing
like sumangalis,
Always wearing
flowers
On both sides of the road
,
Very huge mansions
were there
If you stand on
top of those mansions,
From there
itself ,you can wash off ,
The dirt of the moon,
If you see from
the top you will see,
The back side of
floating clouds
When the three of them were walking
,
In a straight line, seeing ,
The chief of Raghu clan
walking ,
Prominently in the middle
“Is this the moon walking
in the street”
The people of the
city , who came to see fun,
With wonder filled
in their eyes asked
That great one born in the clan of sun God,
When in place ,
He was seeing the top direction
In the top storey of an emerald mansion,
One cool breeze
wearing silk with zari,
Was seen by him , standing there,
After seeing he stood benumbed
That cool breeze’s
divine name was sita
Janaki was not a human girl, for me
To try to
describe the beauty of her body
She wass the divinity which has come
from Vaikunta to earth,
She was the treasure born without mingling of two bodies,
Yes her body
is “no birth”
She who was born
without a mother,
Remained as
mother to all souls,
One who sees with
grace
The sun god would extend
his beggar’s bowl,
Begging light from
her, Her crystal eyes,
Would daily put alms of light in that bowl
She had blue eyes
which used to donate,
Cool nature to the
moon, her blue eyes
She was the divine
Goddess ,
Saluted by other Gods
Sita and Rama, swallowed
each other ,
With their eyes and there
was a heat in their mind
Just through the path
of Vision,
The barter of their heart had taken place
The heart of Rama,
When seen from floors above ,
Sita’s heart was
walking in that avenue
That day the three
of them,
Stayed in the guest house of Janaka
After giving away sleep
to sleep,
The lord of Raghu clan,
Was awake
throughout the night
He was not allowed to close his eye lids,
Because Janaki was
standing there
The story of the same,
In the female
quarter of the king.
Sita was thinking
differently about Rama,
For is she not the mole,
On his left chest.
17. Marriage of sita
Daksha was Dakshayani’s father,
That Daksha’s son in law
Rudra
Daksha performed
a Yaga , before it,
He did a treachery
He did not give
respect to his daughter Uma,
And his son in law
Rudra
That is , he did
not invite them,
To attend the Yaga
Raising his bow ,
shiva,
Destroyed the yaga and after,
Cooling down from that anger,
He gave that bow
to ancestors of Janaka
He who lifts the
bow , bends it,
And prepares to send an arrow,
He only will get
sita , Janaka had said,
That bow is this
bow,
And this bow is that bow
The royal
court of Janaka
Understanding that life,
Is like a rainbow,
The Janaka , the bow of knowledge,
Bent before the
audience,
And sat on
his throne
To the king who took actions, well,
Knowing the wheel of time,
The maid servants who were <
Standing near biy
, fanned him,
With Chowrie fans
Crowding the great hall, stood,
Elders and wise people,
With sage Viswamithra
,
And the sons of
Dasaratha ,
Sitting on separate
seats,
On the stage , on a flower bed,
That bow of Lord
Shiva,
Was lying flatly
The god who was lying on
the serpent,
Was the one who laid down ,
In the womb of
Kausalya,
Was known to sage
Viswamithra
And because of
that , he ordered Rama,
Lift the bow and tie
the thread.
Bowing to the feet of the saint , whom,
Books saluted, Rama went to the sage,
Kalyana Rama was one who carried one bow,
And had come in the street, will he bend this big bow,
Doubted Sita who lifted
the bows of her eyebrows,
She thought ,
she greatly desired,
The one who was great in prosperity,
Putting every one by surprise,
Our Lord, lifted the bow,
Tied the thread and pulled till his ears,
The Siva’s bow
broke in to two,
And fell down on
earth
A huge sound emanated, in that,
The sound of the town was dissolved,
All the
directions shivered,
In great fear many buds
opened
The sky wondered, the earth became happy,
The wind agreed
as well as ,
Sweet songs and
their lyrics
The news of
breaking of the bow,
Was told by a maid and becoming greatly surprised,
The daughter of
Janaka became a statue
In the ocean of
joy,
The eyes of Janaka
, floated like boat
Before the servants of the king,
Could reach Ayodhya,
The wind of Mithla
,
Reached earlier
And poured the sweet , sweet news,
Of marriage in the
ears of Dasaratha,
And it was sweet like
honey to him
In the panguni month(march-april) came
Auspicious time , the mithila ,
Dressed in
auspicious fashion
Prepared for the marriage
In the mind of people, the river of joy, ,
Flowed which is impossible to describe by words
The fire of joy
blew up ,
In each and every hut
The maids by
spraying colour powders,
Made the
streets in to rain bows,
With mango
leaf and turmeric ,
Were tied and this shirt
,
Was hung before homes.
In joy they danced
with beating of sticks,
They made auspicious noise and gave holiday,
To the four
types of shame.
Just like all eight lakshmis ,came together,
AS the lord’s
Lakshmi of love,
As the bundle of eight
types of beauty,
Sita came before
him and stood
Rama slowly held
the right hand,
Of the moon of
Vaikasi who came waving her hands
And of the flower of Thai Month, who came applying kajal
in her eyes,
And went round the fire
clock wise
Pouring water, Janaka , gave away his daughter
Rama took the auspicious
Thread dipped in turmeric,
And tied it on the
neck of the girl
For the union to
shine,
He took kumkumam,
And marked on her,
Crescent like forehead
Lakshmana married
, Urmila,
Who was another
daughter of Janaka,
The two
daughters ,
Of the brother Of janaka,
Were married by other
two brothers
The eldest member
Dasaratha,
The three mothers, saw,
The marriage of
their four sons,
And were standing
with great joy
The devas blessed,
And all
people blessed
18.Parasuraman
Parasuraman, the Brahmin,
Who had warring
quality,
He was a
Brahmin who was like,
The red hot fire
The fire which had killed people
The one who lifted
the axe,
And wandered
with burning anger
Believing that Weapons
are the cloths
That protect honour of men,
With the hand that held Dhurbha grass,
He held the bow
and caught,
The knowledge ofbow
with his anger
He was born
to Jamadagni and one,
Who became death fire to his own mother
Yes for renuka devi
,
He was the son as
well as Yama
When his father told angrily
“kill your mother
who has lost ,
Her virtue mentally ,
Next second, he did what his father told,
And cut off his mother’s head.
He was the first one,
Who obeyed his father’s words ,
And first one
who took life of his mother
Once , a king
called Karthaveerya,
Just like slicing the
bunch of red banana,
He cut off the
head of Jamadagni
When Jamadagni died,
Parasurama became
God of death,
A Brahmin who never
touched knife,
Carried an axe
He started hating Kshatriyas,
When he saw their children ,
He wanted to wreak vengeance,
He cut the heads of few,
Who became great
Instead of
doing THarpana,
To his ancestors in water,
He did it in blood
He removed the
word king ,
From his dictionary
He heard the news
that ,
Siva’s bow was broken by
son of Dasaratha.
“who is that prince,?
Saying this came Parasurama
When Dasaratha was returning,
After completing marriage of his sons,
Before them , he appeared
, like a ,
Sand storm along with
an axe
“Hey Rama, Your breaking,
The bow of Shiva
is not a great act,
It is useless,
For breaking a
silly bow,
Where is the need
of a king with court?
An ordinary
slave is sufficient.
See , this is
Vishnu’s bow,
Take it from me,
bent it,
And thread it, if you do,
You are a male, if not ,
What is need of cloths
and decoration to you?
Everything is a waste.
When Parasurama finished his talk,
Dasaratha got
scared seeing his anger,
Dasaratha was scared and he begged,
He folded his
hands and his body was shivering.
“Oh Lord, you
are truthful one who grants Dharma,
The pure one who
knows everything,
One whose hand
grants protection,
My son is not like that, he is a small boy
Are you angry with him,
Let your mind melt”
Seeing his
father’s suffering,
The son of Dasaratha
,
Took Vishnu’s bow,
Tied the thread, kept an arrow,
And he asked Parasurama
“Please make it clear,
As to which is the target for this arrow
Parasurama was
surprised,
He who came like
the strong torrential rain,
Cooled down like a sprinkling rain,
He folded his hands and said
“You are
Parabrahma, the God,
The protection to ,
All the hands that cali,
To the heads that bent,
Whenever they call,
You are the definition of
godliness
I understood you, I have
removed myself,
I give me to your love
and ,
My penance to your
arrow,
You live long,
Let your name live long
Parsunama , went towards,
The snow mountain,
And king Rama went
,
Towards Ayodhya
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