Dasaratha woke up with anxious thoughts.
Recalling his earlier sin, he starts recounting the story of a young ascetic to
Kausalya. He says that while he was Prince Regent of Ayodhya, he went out for
hunting in a forest one day and heard the sound of a hermit-boy filling his
pitcher with water by suberging it into
The king, awakened after some time, with his mind
afflicted with grief, got into an anxious thinking. Due to banishing of Rama
and Lakshmana, a great calamity befell on Dasaratha who was equal in strength
to Indra, like sun seized by obscurity, which is attributed to the demon Rahu.
After Rama along with his wife departed to the forest, Dasaratha the king of
Kosala recalling his earlier sin, wanted to tell Kausalya, whose eye-corners
were dark in colour all about it. After Rama was sent into exile to the forest,
King Dasaratha, on the sixth night at mid-night, was recalling his sin done
(long ago). King Dasaratha, afflicted by grief for his son, recalling his sin,
spoke the following words to Kausalya who was suffering from sorrow for her
son.
"O, blessed lady! O gracious one! A doer reaps surely the fruit of his own
deeds corresponding to the nature of work either good or bad, of that which he
does! He who does not consider, while undertaking actions, the relative value
of their fruits as well as the utilities or defects accruing from them, is
surely called a fool. Anyone, who after seeing their (charming and big)
flowers, greedily desires their (large and luscious) fruits and nourishes
Palasa trees, by cutting off a mongo grove, he will come to grief after bearing
of their fruit. He who without knowing the result goes running towards action,
will come to grief as a nourisher of Kimsuka trees coming to grief at the time
of their fruit-bearing. I nourished Palasa trees, by cutting off mango grove.
Being wicked-minded in abandoning Rama at the time of arrival of fruit, I am
lamenting thereafter. This sin was done by me while I was young and wielding a
bow. At that time, I was famous as a young man, who can shoot heard (but
unseen) object by an arrow, O Kausalya! This grief, obtained by my own accord,
has befallen me, as by a boy in ignorance eating poison in the world. How the
other man became disillusioned by Palasa trees, I also became disillusioned in
the same manner, without knowing accurately the correct result of hitting a
target by means of sound only. You were unmarried till then and I was the
Prince Regent. Then came the rainy season which enhanced excitement and desire
(for hunting). The sun, partaking fluids from earth and warming the world with
its rays, entered the terrible southern quarter haunted by spirits. Heat
disappeared suddenly. Resplendent clouds appeared in the sky. All frogs,
cuckoos and peacocks were full of joy. Birds with moistened top of their wings
as if they bathed, reached with great difficulty the trees, the tops of which
were shaken off by rain and wind. Enveloped by water falling again and again on
the water already fallen, the mountain with its antelopes in rut, glowed like
an ocean. Although the water-streams were crystal clear, they flowed in serpentine
courses, with white and red colours because of their admixture with ashes and
mountain-minerals on the way. The water-streams, which were crystal-clear till
then, became churned with reddish waters, carrying water by a wrong way, after
the onset of rain. With a wish to do hunting as an exercise in that most
comfortable season, I went along
“There, at dawn, arose a distinct voice uttering 'Ah! Ah!' of a
forest-inhabitant, dropping down in water after his vital part was hit by an
arrow. While that arrow was attacking a human voice there was heard, saying,
'Oh, how a weapon did rush upon an ascetic like me?' I came to the river, which
was away from habitation, in the night to fetch water. By whom I was hit by an
arrow? On the other hand what wrong have I done to anyone? To a seer like me,
of having laid down violence and living on fruits and roots of wild plants in
the forest, how a killing by an arrow is enjoined? Who is desirous of killing
me, wearing a mass of locks of hair and clad with bark of trees and deer-skin?
What harm was done to him by me? A vain act concerning only with a useless
objective is undertaken in this manner. No one will admire him, as for instance
like any man seeking the bed of his preceptor's wife, as good. I do not worry
that much of my death. I worry both for my mother and father, in the case of my
death. By what means of livelihood this elderly couple, maintained since a long
time by me, support themselves when I obtain my death? I and my aged parents are
killed by a single arrow. By a man without self control and being very much a
fool, all of us are virtually killed.
"Hearing those pitiable words and since I was always intent on
righteousness, I felt distressed. The bow and arrow fell down from my hands to
the ground. Hearing his pathetic cry, weeping profusely during the night, I
became unconscious frequently, utterly bewildered as I was, due to flare-up of
my grief. Distressed in mind and with much sorrowful feeling, I reached that
place and saw the ascetic, hit by the arrow at the bank of Sarayu River, with
his tresses of hair scattered, his pitcher of water thrown asunder, having his
limbs anointed with sand and blood lying down as he was, hurt by the
arrow."
Looking up with his eyes, as if going to scorch with his glory, at me who stood
terrified and sick in mind, he spoke those harsh words then: 'O, king! I, who
was carrying water for my parents, was hit by you. What was the harm done to
you by me who is residing in a forest? Being hit on my secret part by a single
arrow, you virtually killed both my mother and father, who are blind and aged.
Both of them, weak blind and thirsty, might have refrained their thirst with
difficulty and waited with expectation of my arrival since long. I am sure.
Surely, our (mine or father's) religious austerity or sacred knowledge have not
borne fruit because my father does not have information about me, having fallen
down and lying on the ground. What my disabled father, unable to walk around
can do, even if he knows like a tree unable to protect another tree which is
being cut off? O, Dasaratha! Going there soon, you alone tell my father; so
that he will not scorch you by his anger, as a forest is scorched by a
flared-up fire. This foot-path will lead you to my father's hermitage. After
going there, seek his graciousness, lest he should get angry and execrate you.
Extract this arrow-head from my body. This sharp arrow torments my delicate
vital part in the same way as a river-current corrodes the sandy bank, which is
at a height.’
“While extracting the arrow-head from him, this thought entered my mind.
With arrow-head in his body he will suffer, even though surviving. But after
extracting the arrow-head, he will die. Then, the son of the sage perceived
worry in the heart of myself, who was lamenting pitiably, suffering from
anguish.”
Sinking into despondency with distress, distorting his limbs in agony, coiling
round himself on the floor with extreme pain and having approached the end of
his life, he spoke to me (as follows) with great difficulty. 'Suppressing my
grief with firmness, I am becoming stable-minded. Let the torment in your
heart, caused by the thought of your having killed Brahmana be removed. O, king
the ruler of the country! I am not a Brahmana. Let there be no agony in your
mind. I am born through a Sudra woman by a Vysya.’
"While he was speaking in that manner with great difficulty, his vital
part having been hit by an arrow and was rolling on the ground, now exerting
himself, now trembling and sinking, I drew out that arrow from him. That sage
looked up towards me in fear and relinquished his life. O, my dear Kausalya!
Seeing him, with his body drenched in water, weeping with anguish, unceasingly
sighing his breath, with injury in his vital part and lying down in River
Sarayu as he was, I became very much grief-stricken.”
Thus completes 63rd Chapter of Ayodhya Kanda of the glorious
Ramayana of Valmiki, the work of a sage and the oldest epic.
© 2003, K. M. K. Murthy [Revised
– September 2008]