Chapter – 153– Sri Ramacharitha Manas –
Ayodhya Kanda– King Dhasharatha describe the legend of young hermit Shravan to
Devi Kausalya
King Dhasharatha listening to most pleasant
and agreeable words from Kausalya, half-opened his eyes and looked at her like
the wretched fish got some sprinkle of water. He made an effort to sit on the
floor and spoke in grief “Oh! Sumanthra, where is my beloved son Rama? Where are
my Rama and Lakshman? Where is my beloved daughter-in-law Vaidhehi?” That night
seemed so long for the King; it was not easy to watch for the people assembled
before the King. Suddenly he remembered the curse of a blind hermit and began
to describe them to Devi Kausalya.
The King described an incident that took
place while he was young, went for a hunting expedition on the riverbank of
Sarayu. It was the time of sunset, the King entered the dense forest following
the trumpet of an elephant, heard the sound of the elephant splashing in the
water. King aimed the arrow focusing at the place from where the sound has
arrived, unfortunately, it was young hermit Shravan who went to fill the pitcher
full of water in the pond. The arrow hit the target, King rushed to the spot
and found the young hermit badly shot by the arrow, he was shocked, approached
the hermit, but the young hermit was not anxious about his death at all, he was
worried about his blind parents waiting to quench their thirst in the forest.
The hermit requested the King to deliver the pitcher full of water to his
parents and breathed for last. King Dhasharatha brought the pitcher of water to
the elderly blind parents of Shravan and narrated the entire happenings to
them. The elderly parents could not take the grief, wished to be close to the
body of their son, in extreme grief the elderly parents pronounced a curse
on the King that he would die at the grief of separation from his son. King
cried out bitterly “Oh! Devi, what shall I gain with this body in the absence
of my beloved children? I have already spent hours in the absence of my beloved
Rama who is dear as my life. Oh! Janaki, Oh! Rama, Oh! Lakshman, you are the
delight of Raghu’s clan, you are the source of the bliss of your father like the
Chathaka yearn for the droplets of water from the Swathi star.”
Priya Bachana Mridhu Sunatha Nripu
Chithayau Aankhi Udhari | Thalaphath Meena Maleena Janu Seenchath Seethala Bari ||
Dhari Dheeraju Udi Baita Bhualu | Kahu
Sumanthra Kaha Rama Kripalu || Kaha Lakhanu Kaha Ramu Sanehi | Kaha Priya Puthrabadhu Baidhehi || Bilapath Rau
Bikala Bahu Bhanthi | Bhayi Juga Sarisa Sirathi Na Rathi || ThapasaAndha Sapa Sudhi Aayi | Kausalyahi Sab Katha Sunayi
|| Bhayau Bikala Baranatha Ithihasa| Rama Rahitha Dhiga Jeevana Aasa || So
Thanu Rakhi Karab Mei Kaha| Jehi Na
Prema Panu Mora Nibaha || Ha Raghunandhana Prana Pireethe |
Thumha Binu Jiatha Bahuth Dhin Beethe || Ha Janaki Lakhana Ha Raghubara | Ha
Pithu Hitha Chith Chathaka Jaladhara ||
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