Why is Lord Rama sometimes called Raghava

The Ramayana of Valmiki

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1 Das Ramayana des Valmiki Complete German translation () by Undine Weltsch based on the translation into English verses by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith () Book 3 Aranya-Kanda, Book of the Forest First edition August 2008 / revision December

2 Table of Contents Canto 1 - The Hermitage ... 4 Canto 2 - Viradha ... 4 Canto 3 - Viradha is under attack ... 5 Canto 4 - Viradha's death ... 6 Canto 5 - Sarabhanga ... 7 Canto 6 - Ramas Promise ... 96

3 Canto 73 - Kabandha's Council Canto 74 - Kabandha's Death Canto 75 - Savari Canto 76 - Pampas

4 Canto 1 - The Hermitage When Rama, the brave hero, was in the vast shadows of the Dandaka forest, he let his eyes wander to all sides and saw a hermitage, where bast cloaks were hanging everywhere and holy grass was strewn on the ground. The circle in which the saints lived was radiant with Brahmanic brilliance: like the hot sun in heaven, which is too dazzling to be looked at. Wild animals took refuge in the yard, which was swept clean and bright and beautiful. Countless birds and deer lived here in the friendly shade. The happy apsaras (heavenly nymphs) danced under the branches of much-loved trees. All around stood many spacious arbours in which the holy fire was nourished and which were provided with sacred grass, deer skins, ladles and sacrificial tools. There were also roots, fruits, wood to burn and many overflowing water vessels. Tall trees spread their sacred branches laden with fruit. Offerings required by the sacred laws and solemn offerings burned in the fire. The Vedas were sung everywhere and adorned the home of the sacred hermits. Many flowers gave off their scent, and the lake was covered with lotuses. Many old and honored gentlemen lived there, wrapped in bast clothing and animal skins, who only fed on roots and fruits. The pure and holy multitude was as radiant as the sun or the god of fire and had defeated their worldly senses. The chanting of the Vedas and the ascetics who stepped on this sacred ground and pondered God made the delightful grove appear like Brahma's own sacred sphere. After gazing at the home of the hermits and the peaceful place, Raghu's radiant son loosened the sinew of his mighty bow and approached the holy men. Gifted with a clear divine vision, the mighty hermits saw the prince and happily met him and the gentle, glorious Sita to greet them. They looked at the virtuous Rama, who was as beautiful as Soma (the moon) in the evening sky, also Lakshmana at the brother's side, and Sita, who had long been practicing duty, and every way received them with joyful blessings in the hermitage. The tall figure of Rama delighted the amazed eyes of all, his youthful grace, the strength of his limbs and his costume, which he wore nobly. They looked up at Lakshmana too, and Sita's beauty froze them. They looked with unlocked eyes so as not to miss the dream image of bliss. Then the pure hermits of the forest, who enjoyed the welfare of all beings, took their guests to a hut of leaves. The best of the radiant ascetics received the hikers with the highest honors with friendly attention, as befits them, and gave water for their feet. To the greatest satisfaction they brought their supplies of fruits and roots, showered Rama with their blessings and said: "All that we have is yours." Then, with folded hands, every dutiful hermit cried: "The king is our protector, the glorious preserver of justice. He wears the terrible sword and therefore deserves the worship of the elders. With a quarter of Indra's essence - so he preserves his kingdom from danger and enjoys for it all pleasure, venerated by the world of the righteous. You should grant us protection, dear Lord, because we live in your kingdom. Whether you stay in the city or in the forest, you are our king, and we are your people. Our worldly goals are set aside, our hearts tamed and purified. To you, our protector, we dedicate our only riches, repentance. " Afterwards the pure forest dwellers paid homage to the son of Raghu and Lakshmana and brought a rich supply of roots, fruits of the forest and many flowers. And others tried to please the prince with attentive courtesy. Canto 2 - Viradha Cared for in this way, he spent the night to bid farewell to the hermits in the light of the early morning and move on. It penetrated the vast forest, where many deer, leopards and bears lived. Hardly were the dilapidated pools Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

5 can be seen for all the tangled bushes and trees that lay down. Shrill cicadas could be heard and the melancholy calls of the birds. With Lakshmana and his wife he stood in the middle of the thickest jungle and saw there in the terrible shadow a demon transgressing the laws of nature. His figure was huge as a mountain peak, with a powerful voice and sunken eyes, huge, tall and hideous with a monstrous face, he was a very hideous specimen among the giants. The rakshasa wore a tiger skin and stank of fat and coagulated blood. With a huge face like the one who rules the dead, he brought terror upon all living beings. He carried three lions, four tigers and deer, ten in number, on his iron spear, two more wolves and the head of an elephant with a huge, blood-stained trunk. When his dreadful eye fell on the three, he rushed towards them with roars and screams, as terrible as that of the gruesome destroyer when the long-suffering worlds perish. Then, with a mighty roar that made the earth shake beneath her feet, he pulled the trembling Sita to his side, withdrew a little and shouted: "Ha, you short-lived wretches who dare to do it, in hermit dress and matted hair and to run armed with arrows, bows and swords through the pathless Dandaka forest. How can you live with a lady, I beg you, tell me, among ascetics? Who are you, sinners, who despise the right in the disguise of the Holy man? I am the great Viradha and I roam this tangled forest day after day, and always, armed with the trusty iron, I take a saint for my meal. This young and beautiful woman is to become the lady of the victorious demon. Yours Blood, you essence of a devilish life, shall drink my lips in battle. " He spoke it and Janak's unhappy child trembled with horror like a frail young banana tree in a storm. When Rama saw how Viradha took the beautiful Sita in his mighty claws, the hero called out to his brother with pale lips dry with horror: "Oh, see how Viradha's arm holds my darling in his cursed grip. The child of Janak's best King, my wife with the virtuous soul, the sweet princess, radiant with pure brilliance, who was brought up in the lap of gentle joy. Now comes the blow that Kaikeyi meant in her dark intention. Today her cruel soul will triumph over you and me . Though Bharata is on the throne, her greedy eyes look even further. She dared to drive me away from home, me whom all beings loved so much. This fateful day finally brings victory to the young queen, I believe. Me see with bitter sorrow and deepest shame another touch the Maithili lady. Neither the loss of my father nor the royal power troubles me as much as this deplorable hour. " So the prince exclaimed in his agony and sank in tears, overwhelmed by paralyzing grief. Then Lakshmana spoke up in anger, breathing fast like a tied snake: "How can you, my brother, equal of Indra, lament like a deserted man when I am by your side, you, the lord of every creature and king "My avenging arrow will kill the demons, and the earth should still drink its blood today. The anger that first nourished my soul against the power-grabbing Bharata is now to destroy this Viradha, just as Indra splinters a mountain. From this arm with it." Inspired by intense force, my arrow is supposed to hit the monster in the chest with deadly force and crush his body. " Canto 3 - Viradha is under attack With a terrible scream that echoed through the forest, Viradha called: "I beg you, tell me, what kind of men are you, that you made your way here?" And the hero told him, from whose mouth gruesome flames broke out, their name and their origin: "We are two warriors of noble descent and wander freely through this forest. But who are you, as born and called, who you are through the wilderness of Dandaka graze? " Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

6 And Viradha gave Rama, the bravest of the brave, his answer: "Listen, warriors, and be aware when I explain my name and my family to you. Satahrada gave birth to me. I come from Java, my father. I am called by everyone Demons of the earth, Viradha, am of high descent. Brahma granted me a wish for long and difficult rites, so that I now bear an enchanted form that no weapon or arrow can pierce or tear. Go as you came untouched by fear and leave this woman to me. Go, flee my presence quickly, or you two will die at my hand. " Then Rama spoke to the giant with angry reddened eyes full of anger: "Sorry sinner, who is weak and self-indulgent, how madly seeks his death. Stand, because death awaits you in the fight, you should never get away with your life." Said it and raised the bow on which a pointed arrow flashed and glowed. Wild with anger, he released him from his bow at the enemy. Seven times he tensed the deadly tendon, and seven swift projectiles flew away, arrows flung with gold that left the wind and even Suparna (the king of birds) himself behind. They struck the demon full in the chest and colored it red like the peacock's throat, pierced its mighty body and returned to earth with flaming sparks. The fiend released the Maithili lady from his grip and grabbed a spear in his terrible hand. Wild with anger and pierced by arrows, he charged against Rama and his brother. As loud as its terrifying roar was, as massive was the monster's spear. He seemed like Indra's flagpole and as terrible as the dark god who rules the dead. The princely brothers poured out terrible showers of arrows with all their might over the giant Viradha, who was as gruesome as He, who suddenly makes the worlds cease to exist. He stood motionless, opened his hideous mouth wide and laughed fearlessly. And whenever the monster opened its mouth, the arrows disappeared into its mouth. Enchanted by Brahma's protective promise, his life was preserved and he was unbroken. He raised his huge spear high in the air and charged the brothers. Two arrows flew from Rama's bow, and the massive spear was split in two in an instant, as if flashing lightning had descended from the cloudy sky. Smashed by the well-aimed arrows, the giant's weapon fell to the ground as if terrible lightning had split off a boulder from Meru's summit. Then the warriors quickly drew their swords, black as formidable serpents, and rushed against the gigantic enemy with anger gathered for the attack. He wrapped an arm around every prince and held the intrepid heroes fast. And although his open wounds were bleeding, he carried them both away. Then Rama recognized the plan of the demon and said to his brother: "O Lakshmana, let Viradha carry us wherever he wants. For look, Sumitra's son, he is taking the path that we have freely chosen." The wanderer of the night held them and carried them with great strength on his shoulders, and they hung like children on his neck. He carried the princes through the forest with a roaring far and wide, a forest as huge as a cloud, where birds with all kinds of plumage flew, tall trees arched over them and cast dark shadows on the ground. Where snakes and forest dwellers lived and the jackals roamed through tangled undergrowth. Canto 4 - Viradha's death But Sita saw with horror how the heroes disappeared from her sight. She threw her shapely arms up in the air and emitted a bitter cry: "Alas, the gruesome demon carries away Prince Rama as his victim, loyal and pure, good and great. And Lakshman divides his brother's lot. The striped tiger and the bear will tear my limbs apart and feed on them. Take me, O best of demons, and set the sons of Raghu free. " Then the heroes again felt avenging anger when they heard their plaintive cry, and hurried for the well-being of the lady, to take the life of the wicked monster. Lakshmana Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

7 broke the left arm of the enemy that was holding him with an unresisted blow. Rama quickly followed suit and smashed his right arm with a heavy hand. With broken arms and a wounded body, the giant sank weakly to the ground like a huge cloud or a massive rock that was split by lightning. So they rushed ahead and beat and struck their enemy with arms, fists and feet and hit every mighty part of the body down to the nerve, hammered and smashed him to the ground. Bold arrows and cutting sword blows had left him with great wounds in his chest and sides, he lay shattered and mutilated, but the monster was still alive and they could not kill him. When Rama realized that no weapon could strike the monster who lay like a mountain, the glorious hero gave the following advice in the hour of need: "O prince of men, his enchanted life cannot take a weapon in battle. Let us dig a pit here in the forest that can accommodate his elephant's body, and the sacred earth shall encompass the demons of gigantic form. " Thus spoke the son of Raghu, and pressed his foot on the giant's breast. With joy the prostrate monster heard the welcome word from the victorious Rama and spoke to the son of Kakutstha as follows: "I surrender, oh prince, defeated by a power that vies with that of Indra. Up until now my eyes, blind from folly, could see you "Hero, do not recognize. Happy Kausalya is blessed to have a son like you! I know you well, my ruler: You are Rama, the prince of men. There stands the high-born Maithili lady, and this is Lakshmana, the lord." of great fame. My name was Tumburu when I was famous among the heavenly singers. Cursed by Kuvera's strict resolution, I wear the hideous form you now see. And when I begged for his favor, the radiant God gave me the following Answer: 'If Rama, Dasaratha's son, destroys you, then the light will be regained, you will assume your correct form, and heaven will give you space again.' When the angry God had spoken in this way, no prayers could appease his anger, and so his anger came over me, for the lovely Rambha bewitched too much. But your favor has now freed me from God-determined, strict fate and saved me, O enemy ostracist. Through you I shall go back to heaven. About three miles from here, oh prince, is Sarabhanga's sacred hut. The sun itself is no brighter than this glorious hermit. Hurry quickly to him, oh Rama, and receive the blessings of this hermit. But first dig my body into the earth and then go joyfully on the way, because this is the law from ancient times when a giant's days are numbered: If their bodies are laid in the earth, then they rise to eternal homes in the heavens. " So plagued by aching arrows, he spoke to the heir of Kakutstha that the spirit would rise from his mighty body to heaven as soon as it lay in the earth. The obedient Lakshmana got his spade and dug a wide and deep pit next to the high-souled Viradha. Then Rama withdrew his foot and they threw the massive figure down. He gave a terrible cry of joy and sank down into the open grave. True to their intention to kill the cruel demon in battle, the heroes, beaming with delight, threw the monster, which was roaring to the last, into the sacred earth with incomparable power. The giant fell with a deafening thunder, and the rock, cave, and valley answered with a roaring echo. The princes were pleased to see him die. So their deed was done and they were freed from danger. And they wandered on through the boundless forest as the great sun and moon show themselves triumphantly in the sky. Canto 5 - Sarabhanga After Rama had defeated the extremely powerful Viradha in battle, he soothed his wife with gentle words and hugged her lovingly. Then the heroic prince advised his noble and brave brother: "Wild are these forests that surround us Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

8 spread out, and the ground is hard and rough to walk on. We have never seen, oh my brother, such dark and terrible loneliness.Let us rush to Sarabhanga, adorned with the riches of sacred work. "Thus spoke Rama and made his way to Sarabhanga's pure home. But near the saint, whose splendor measured himself against gods and who was purified by repentance, there was his astonished eyes an incomparable, wonderful sight. He saw a very great and splendid in the splendor of fire and sun. He drove in a noble carriage and behind him many gods shone. The earth under his feet remained untouched (for gods do not touch with their feet the earth), it was probably the monarch of the heavens. He glowed with the splendor of jewels, and no dust could darken the light clothing that enveloped him. All around him high saints praised him. His chariot appeared airborne and was drawn by yellow-brown horses Like a silver cloud before the moon or the sun begin the day, a pure white canopy spread over his head, which was tied with colorful garlands Nymphs stood nearby, holding beautiful chouries (fronds) with golden handles in their delicate hands, with which they fanned the monarch's forehead. Gods, saints and bards, a radiant circle, sang high praises to their heavenly King. And they broke out in hymns even happier when Indra spoke to the wise man. When Rama recognized the Lord of Heaven with astonished eyes, he quickly showed Lakshmana the car in which the god Indra was driving: "See brother, see the air-born vehicle, whose wonderful shine shines far. From it shines such bright light as from the setting sun . We know well the fame of these horses. Of heavenly origin they hurry through the clouds. These are the steeds that bear the yoke of Shakra (Indra), of him whom everyone invokes. Just look at these young men, a splendid group, it Hundreds of them stand around the god in heaven. They carry the sword in their right hand, and rings of gold adorn their arms. What power is manifested in every broad and deep chest and in every club-like arm. In their crimson clothing they see like dangerous tigers. Each guard is covered by great gold chains that glow like fire around the neck. The age of these beautiful youths seems to me to be like twenty-five with men. They always blooming youth in which the heavenly ones live endures at all times. These noble, heroic youths wear a magnificent figure, so bright and beautiful. Well brother, I ask you, stay here with the Videha lady until I know for sure who this brightly shining being is. "Said it and turned to the hut of the hermit Sarabhanga. But as the master of Sachi (Sachi is the wife Indras) saw that the son of Raghu was approaching him, so he hurried to leave the wise man and said to his entourage: "See, Rama directs his steps here. Come on, let's get back to our divine spheres quickly before he can speak another word. It is not good that he meets me here. Soon he will see me as a winner and triumphant in a more fitting time. There is still a difficult task ahead of him, too difficult for others. "Then the god of thunder asked the wise man to bid him farewell with all high decorations and fled back to heaven with horses and chariots. Then Rama, Lakshmana and the lady came to Sarabhanga, who sat by the sacred flame. They bowed to the old sage and touched his feet in a most reverential way. Then they sat down beside him on his invitation. Rama asked the sage to explain the visit of Indra to him. And the holy one Mann deigned to give him an answer to his request: "The Lord of Desires came to me here to pull me into Brahma's sphere, a home that I won through long and heavy penance and that no unjust person ever deserves. But when I knew you were nearby, I could not escape to Brahma's world until my yearning eyes were blessed by the sight of you, my dear guest. Now the sight of you, oh prince, has pleased me, you generous lover of justice, and I will retire to the heavenly realms, for there was Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

9 me supreme bliss. Because I, dear prince, have gained access to those wonderful worlds that never perish, to the divine seat of Brahma's rule: Win these worlds with me. "Then Rama, the master of all sacred laws, spoke again to the sage:" I Yes, I too, brilliant sage, will soon make these worlds my home with my own effort. But now, I ask you, grant us a place to stay in your holy wood. "So Rama spoke to the old hermit with a power that was equal to the Indra. And that man endowed with wisdom spoke again to Raghu's son:" Sutikshna's home in the forest is close. He is a glorious saint of severe asceticism and always faithful to the path of duty. He will bring you the greatest happiness. Take your way against the current of this beautiful river Mandakini, on which light rafts float like flowers, and then turn to his hut. Here is the path. But before you go, look after me, dear, until I have thrown off this form that girdles me, like a snake sheds its dried skin. "Said it and set fire in which he sacrificed holy oil. Then Sarabhanga threw Glorious Lord, put his body in the fire. The flame rose above his head and fed on skin, blood, flesh and bones, until he was transformed and resurrected in a new radiance, in tender youth and in splendid clothing. Sarabhanga dissolved from the pyre and rose to the home of the saints and those who nourish the inextinguishable flame. Higher and higher, even beyond the seat of the gods, he finally won the sphere of Brahma Mighty father surrounded by incomparable ones. And Brahma rejoiced in his sight and welcomed the glorious hermit Canto 6 - Rama's promise After Sarabhanga his h had reached immense abode, the holy men of the area gathered around Rama, whose fighting glory shone as bright as a burning flame: Vaukhanasas (hermits who feed on self-dug roots) who love the wilderness, pure hermits by the name of Balakhilayas 1 , good Samprakshalas (descended from Vishnu's washed feet), saints who live on the rays emitted by the moon or day star; those who get their life with leaves and those who grind their grain with stones, those who lie in ponds and also those whose grain has no sieve apart from the teeth. Those who choose the cold earth as a bed and those who refuse any bed. Also those who, condemned to endless torment, hold their weight with only one foot, then those who sleep under the open sky and whose food is only waves or air. Pure hermits who spend their nights in sacrificial sites or those who keep their watch on hills. Even those who fold their dripping clothes around themselves. Followers came who lived for prayer or who endured the five fires without hesitation (four fires burning around them and the sun from above). All devoted themselves to contemplation with a light that was borrowed from heavenly knowledge. They all came to Rama in the hermitage of the Sarabhanga. The holy crowd gathered around the virtuous prince and said to him: "The rule over the earth is yours, oh prince of the old Ikshvaku line. As Indra is the lord of the gods, so you are our lord and protection here below. Your name and the glory of your power shine brightly through the threefold world, for you showed your filial love nobly. Your loyalty and virtue are well known. To you, oh Lord, we come for help and trust in your love for righteousness. Hear us more kindly Patience and grant us the wish we humbly request, for the Lord of the earth is most unjust and an evil betrayer of solemn trust who demands one-sixth of everything (the tax that is allowed to a king under Manu's laws), but his people does not protect his people like a prince. But the one who always receives fresh food, those throw away what has been collected, actually divine beings the size of a human thumb, from Brahmas Ha aren from Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

10 strives attentively and with a sincere heart and will to protect the wealth and life of his subjects, as he loves himself or even more as he loves his sons, this king, oh son of Raghu, secures high fame, the endless one Lasts for years and will rise to Brahma's world, shining in the eternal heavens. Whatever the dutiful wages of the saints who feed on roots and berries, a quarter of it is the king's share for his tender care for his subjects. Although most of the Brahmin caste who have chosen the forest as their home see you as a friend, they still fall without protection among the multitude of demons. Come Rama, come and see the corpses of holy hermits lying nearby, where many winding paths tell of the murderous work of the cruel enemies. These wicked fiends kill the hermits who live on Mount Chitrakuta, and the blood of slain sages stains the banks of Mandakini and Pampas. We no longer endure the deaths of sages and followers who are slain by these ruthless rakshasas every day. To you, oh prince, we flee and plead for your protective help in saving our lives. Defend the long-suffering hermits from the terrible wanderers of the night. In all worlds it would be in vain to look for an arm like yours to help the weak. O prince, we ask you, listen to our pleading and protect us all from these villains. "The son of Raghu heard the lament of the penitent sages and saints, and the good prince said to the crowd of hermits:" You need not ask me , oh saint, I am waiting for orders from all of you. I too have to live in this mighty forest for reasons of my own. And while I obey my father's command, I will rid your life of disturbing enemies. I came here of my own free will and give you the help you ask for. And the richest reward should reward my efforts while I stay here in the shade of the forest. I wish to put an end to these fiends in battle and to defeat the enemies of the hermits, so that the wise and saints may experience my bravery and the strength of my brother Thoughts to the saints his promise. Afterwards, with Lakshmana at his side, he sought the homeland of Sutikshna with men rich in penance as leaders. Canto 7 - Sutikshna Thus, Raghu's son, the terror of his enemies, wandered with Sita and his brother and of many two-born Sages surrounded the hermitage of good Sutikshna. He passed many miles in the forest, over rushing rivers that were overflowing and flowing fast, until a beautiful and radiant mountain came into view, rising proudly like Meru, with Ikshvaku's sons and Sita in on its flank a forest of many forms, where trees were full of foliage and were overflowing with blossoms and fruit, and bast cloaks hung like garlands in front of one of them amen hut lined up, and there appeared a hermit covered with dust and a lotus on his chest. Rama approached with right obedience and addressed the wise: "My name is Rama, Lord, I seek your attention, wise man, and I want to speak to you. Oh please, saint whose merits never end, speak a word to your servant. " The sage directed his eyes to Rama, the first friend of virtue, then he spoke to him and pulled the son of Raghu to his breast: "Welcome, famous young man, you best victor in the rights of truthfulness. By your coming he has holy ground found a worthy lord today. I could not leave this mortal shell before you came, O you of glory beloved. While I waited for you with eager eyes, I did not want to rise to the heavenly spheres. I know that you are You were removed from the title of king and you settled in Chitrakuta's shadow. Just now, O Rama, said Indra, the supreme lord and adored by all gods, this king of the hundred sacrifices, when he visited my home, that all my good deeds gave me the best of all Worlds Won Accept Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

11 you also receive my reward in holy vows and walk with your brother and your wife through my favor through heaven, which divine saints let shine. "To the brilliant sage of strict penance answered the high-souled Rama, like Vasava (Indra), who has heaven reigns, replies to Brahma's benevolent speech: "Oh mighty, sin-free hermit, I will win these worlds for myself. But now, oh holy one, I beg you, tell me where I can live in this forest. For old Sarabhanga, son of Gautama, told me that you are wise in all teachings and that you consider everything with loving eyes. "So he gave the saint his answer, whose splendor filled all worlds, and the holy man again spoke pleasant words with joy : "This quiet retreat is blessed with many charms. Rest here. There are plenty of fruits and roots here. Hermits love this sacred place. Beautiful forest dwellers and gentle deer wander in innumerable herds. And while they roam safe from danger, they delight our eyes with their grace and beauty. Except for the animals that live in the thicket, there is nothing terrible in our grove. "When Rama heard the words of the hermit, he put his hand on his large bow and answered as a hero who is never haunted by fear:" O holy one, my arrows of the sharpest iron and armed with murderous points would wreak havoc among the creatures of the forest that crowd around your home. My fate would be utterly corrupt for such shame shown you. So I can only stay in this little wood for a short stay. "He spoke and was silent. With pious concern he turned to the evening prayer, performed every usual rite and found a bed for the night. He made bed with Sita and his brother into the wonderful shade of the grove. But before that, the good Sutikshna, when the nocturnal shadows encamped them, had provided the princely prince with a rich supply of delicious fruits, the food of the holy hermits. Canto 8 - The Hermitage As any honor , Rama and Sumitra's son slept all night long. When morning came the heroes awoke from their calm. At times the son of Raghu rose with the gentle sita and sipped cool and delicious water, which was sweet with the scent of the lotus. Then With Sita the heroes honored the gods and the holy flame and bowed their heads in worship of the pure hermitage. When every blemish was washed away, they looked a The rising god of the day came to Sutikshna's side and spoke reverently and quietly: "We slept well, oh holy lord, honored by you, who is worshiped by all. Let's move on now, we ask you. The hermits are pushing forward. We hasten to wander the homesteads of these ascetics, which are nearby. We want to roam through the Dandaka forest to visit every holy brotherhood. We now plead for your permission with all these high saints who are dutiful, tamed their senses by repentance, and are brilliant as a smokeless flame. Before the sun burns our foreheads with cruel, unbearable heat, like an unworthy gentleman who wins his power through tyranny and sin, before, oh saint, we would like to leave. "And the three humbly bowed to the trailer. He pulled the princes who touched his feet to his chest and gave them words like this: "Go with your brother, Rama, go. Follow your path that is untouched by suffering. Go with your faithful Sita. She follows you like a shadow. Probably wander through the Dandaka forest and visit the pleasant places where hermits live. These pure saints, whose blameless souls cling to penitentials and strict vows. Many roots and berries grow here, and noble trees show their blossoms. Gentle deer and the birds of the air come together in peaceful groups. There the fully bloomed lotus stands and covers the bottom of the clear flood. And see the happy ducks as they shake the reeds that surround the ponds and lakes. Look with delighted eyes at the stream that sparkles from the mountain of your parents. And listen as the surrounding woods echo the peacock's scream. And as I ask your brother to leave, so I ask Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

12 You too, child of Sumitra. Now go away, look at the multi-faceted beauty, and then come back to me. "So said the sage Sutikshna, and the two princes gladly agreed. They circled him and hurried to get ready for the way. Sita, the lady with the big eyes, tied the beautiful quiver around their waist, and gave each prince the familiar bow, including the sword, which never knew a mark. Each took his quiver, the bow, and the shimmering iron from her, and then left she the hermit's home for the woods.Every youth in the beautiful prime of his youth was dismissed by the hermit, and armed with bow and sword they went away with Sita at their side. Canto 9 - Sita's Speech When Raghu's son set out with the blessings of the sage, Sita humbly began to speak in a soft voice and with sincere concern: "A small oversight can shame even a great one following wrongful deeds. Such shame, sir, must always cling to the faults that spring from lower desire. Three different sins defile the soul. Born out of desire, they deny control: First, the mumbling of a lie. Worse still are the following two: Wrong love to another woman and the thirst for blood without compelling conflict. The first, oh Raghus son, is not to be found in you, and neither will anyone ever see it. The love of another woman destroys all merit. He is lost because of guilty ones Rama, even such a crime has never been found in you, I think, and never will be, because the very thought of it is lost in your deepest soul hates, my princely lord. You have always been the same affectionate lover of your own dear lady, contentedly and with a faithful heart you have obeyed your father's will, most appropriately and faithfully. Justice and trust and many other good qualities found a resting place in you. Such virtues, my prince, may the good attain who keep dominion over all minds. And you can conquer your senses with a loving gaze for everyone. But the third, the still unsaturated desire to fight for the life of others, the urgent thirst for blood where there is no righteous anger - this, oh my lord, you do not avoid. You made a promise to help the Saints in Dandaka Forest. And to protect their lives from evil, you want to let the blood of the giants flow unswervingly, so that the lasting glory for your promise makes the name of the forest shine. Armed with bows and arrows, you continue your journey with your brother while I think about how true you are, and fear for your happiness assaults my heart. And my mind is confused with strange horrors. I don't like it, it doesn't seem good to walk through the Dandaka forest like that. And so that you understand me, I will explain to you the reason for my fear: You will stand under these old trees with your brother and bow in hand, and your bold arrows will not spare any forest dweller who shows himself to you. Just as the oil provides nourishment for the sleeping flame and begs it to rise, so the warrior's chest fills with passionate glow when he takes the bow. A long time ago, deep in the sacred grove, where birds and animals abstained from hunting, a faithful hermit practiced his vows under the shady branches. Then Indra, Sachi's heavenly lord, appeared like a warrior with a sword in the quiet hermitage to disturb the holy labor of the hermit. He left the shining weapon in the hermit's care as a pledge, so that he, who had renounced all passionate zeal, might keep it. He accepted the iron, and with the greatest respect he kept it for the warrior. He always kept what was entrusted to him when he wandered through the neighboring woods. When he was looking for roots and fruits, he carried the blade by his side. Or when he performed his sacred duties, he always took the treasure with him, Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

13 wherever he went. As he wore the iron day after day, the meritorious hermit gradually withdrew his thoughts from the penances, and his mind became terrible and wild. With a careless soul he banished what was right and took pleasure in cruel deeds. So he fell, living with the sword, as a destroyed hermit down into hell. This story is for those who live too close to the steel of warriors. The weapon is the same for fighters as oil is for the smoldering flame. The reason for my speech is sincere affection. I adore instead of teaching. Armed with a bow and arrow, may you never know such a terrible desire that the demons of the forest be destroyed without an angry battle. Because he who kills without being attacked will gain little fame. The bow which the warrior happily draws is given to him for nobler purposes. Because it should secure and protect those who watch in the forest and are attacked by enemies. Compared to forest life, what is a bow or a blade? What is the warrior's arm compared to the zeal of a hermit? We have nothing to do with such power. The laws of the forest should guide us too. But if Ayodhya praises you as lords, then restore your warrior life. Then your master and mother will enjoy happiness that cannot be destroyed. Rejecting the Empire, you chose the hermit vows. The noblest gain comes from virtue, and virtue brings infinite joy. Virtue spreads all worldly blessings, and this world is based on virtue. Those who tame mind and body with proper vows and fasting, nobly and wisely, through their toil, attain the highest virtue at a price. You stay pure in the hermitage, in duty and therefore unsullied. The three worlds are open to you because you know all things. Who gave me the strength to dare to explain his duty to my master? It's a woman's cricket, light as air, that stirs my foolish chest. Now consult with your brother, think, make up your mind and do what seems best to you. "Canto 10 - Rama's answer The hero heard the words uttered by Sita with true love. And he, who never strayed from virtue, replied Janak's child: "In your wise speech, sweet darling, I find the true expression of your gentle spirit, which is well trained to follow the path of the warriors, you pride of the old Janak family. What is the appropriate answer to your good words, my dear lady? You say the warrior carries the bow to dry tears of misery. Yet these pure sages, who love the shade in the Dandaka Forest, suffer deep agony. They found me of their own accord and begged for my help with humble prayers. They feed on roots and fruits, spend their lives in the vastness of wooded wilderness, my fearful love, and find no rest because of these disturbing and vicious monsters. They make human meat their diet, kill and eat helpless hermits. The hermits came to see me, and the chief of the brahmin family explained their grief. I heard, and the words fell from my lips, which you remember so well: 'The favor, you merciful gentlemen, I am taking on myself, overwhelmed by the immense shame that you great and pure brahmins implore me, although you actually sought out should be. ' And then I shouted loudly in front of the holy crowd, 'What can I do?' The trembling hermits escaped with a loud and sad cry: 'Fiends of the forest, who change their shape at will, are hard on us. In our desperation we flee to you. O help us Rama or we will die. When the sacred rites are done rightly, even when the changing moon is full or new, then these bloodthirsty demons storm us with irresistible power. With their cruel power they torment the hermits while keeping their vows. We look for help and see in you, Prince, our safest refuge. Armed with our ascetic powers, we might well kill the wanderers of the night, but we are reluctant to destroy the merits of many hard years. Our penitentials have become too heavy due to the many attacks and disturbances. And although our saints as Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

14 food are slain, we still hold back from the destructive course. So the giants that pollute this forest gave us many painful days. At last we see liberation, from now on you shall be our protector with Lakshmana. ' When the troubled hermits asked, I promised them my help, dear lady. And now for the sake of truthfulness, which I value so much, I have to hold on to my word. My dear, I may be separated from Lakshmana, you, or my life, but I will never deny my promise, and I will never break the oath I gave to the Brahmins. There is a high compulsion, I have to protect them all. Every suffering saint has found his helper in me without being asked, through more than one promise. I know that your words, my dear lady, come from your sweet affection, and I thank you for your gentle speech, for we love those we teach. So you are, oh you with the beautiful face. This is worthy of your noble family. Your feet would rather be tied to the right path than to life, which they will never forget. "So the high-souled hero spoke to the child of the monarch of Maithili in a mild tone, to his own dear wife. Then the bow-armed hero led them to the beyond lying holy groves that were lovely to look at. Canto 11 - Agastya Rama strode ahead of the three, next the beautiful to look at Sita and Lakshmana finished the little procession with bow in hand, her eyes hung with great delight on rocky heights beside the path and tall trees with brightly colored blossoms. The youths with Sita passed beautiful and fast-flowing streams. They watched Saras and ducks on the islets in the river and pond, and gazed ecstatically at the floods covered with brightly colored birds and lotus buds. They looked at herds of startled deer, passionate raging buffaloes, wild elephants tearing up freshly grown trees, and many boars, so they left one remarkable e distance behind you. And when at last the sun was low, they saw a lovely river-fed lake six miles wide. Tall elephants gave fresh beauty to the grassy bank and the lily-crowned wave, and many swans, saras, ducks, and brightly colored waterfowl stirred. From these sweet waters the high voices of the musicians rang out loud and long, mixed with many instruments, although no one could be seen. Rama and the daredevil Lakshmana listened with amazement to the enchanting melody, turned to the shore and the sage Dharmabhait and said: "Our souls long, oh hermit, to learn more of the music of this lake. We ask you, noble sage, explain to us the reason for this mysterious way. " So asked by the son of Raghu, the virtuous sage answered quickly and told the story of the beautiful lake: "Throughout time it was known under the glorious name of Panchapsaras (the lake of the five nymphs / Apsaras). It was through holy Mandakarni that he was created, who had gained great strength through severe penance. For he, the great disciple, directed his hard life to the strictest rules. Ten thousand years the river was his bed. Ten thousand years he lived only on air. Then the blessed gods came over them lived in heaven, a great fear. Led by Agni they gathered together and deliberated anxiously: 'The hermit can win the seat of one of us through his ascetic torments.' The blessed congregation spoke this with fearful hearts and asked five lovely nymphs, as beautiful as the glow in the evening air, to seduce the great hermit with winning tricks and to divert his attention from his harsh vows, although he knew the laws of heaven and earth, could they withdraw the hermit from his duty. The great ascetic became a slave to conquering love, and the gods were saved. Each of the heavenly five was joined to his wife and the wise one. And he made a beautiful palace for his beloved in the lake. Under the waters Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

The ladies live, give their days of joy and relaxation, and woo the hermit in the bosom of bliss, to whom they renewed youth after his penitential rites. When the joking nymphs begin their games within their secret chambers, you will hear the melodious tunes of the singers, lovingly mixed with the sound of their instruments. "" How strange are your words! "Exclaimed the famous prince of the Raghu race, when he did Wise men heard the wonders of this story unfold. When Rama spoke in this way, his eyes saw a hermitage furnished with the light of heavenly traditions and in which holy grass and clothing were spread. With his wife and brother at his side, he stepped into the holy place and was received with all honor by the ascetics. There he stayed for a while. In time the lord of martial law visited each saint's tent one by one. Here he remained content for a few months, there his visit lasted for a year, again elsewhere he settled down for four months, or as it turned out, five or six months, here for eight months and there for three the son of Ra settled ghu down, sometimes only weeks, more or less, and all the time he passed in calm happiness. When the hero lived at ease among the holy followers and passed his days without disturbance, ten pleasant years passed by in a flash. Raghu's dutiful son stayed in every hut for a while, and then walked on with his lady on the way to the home of good Sutikshna. Praised with honor by the saints, he approached the hermit's hut. There the enemy captor lived in sweet tranquility for some time. One day Rama was standing in the sacred forest near the great Sutikshna, and the prince spoke with humble reverence to the high wise man: "Sir, voices often tell the rumor that Agastya, the holiest of the hermits, lives in the vast forests around us The jungle is huge, I cannot see the way to his home. Also, without a helper, I cannot find the hermit with the thoughtful spirit. I would like to go to him with my brother and my wife and win his favor. I want him in Go to his lonely retreat and greet the great saint with reverence. This one wish, O Master, is strong, and I have cherished it for a long time in my heart: That I should do my duty to this hermit lord of my own free will. " When the prince with the virtuous heart declared his firm intention in this way, joy arose in the good Sutikshna and he replied: "This is exactly what you are looking for, oh prince, I wanted to suggest to you: with your wife and your brother the glorious refuge I think this is a good sign that you have made your wish known, my prince, and I will be happy to explain the way to Agastya's home. Turn your feet south, my son, about twenty-four miles beyond this quiet place is where Agastyas lives Brother in a beautiful and radiant home. It is crowned on a wooded hill with many budding pippals (the sacred fig tree). There the birds never let their sweet voices be silent, and the trees are colorful with fruits and blossoms. The lakes shine bright and cool, and lilies cover every pleasant pond, while swan, crane and duck swim lovely in the springs. Stay there for a night, O Rama, and then go on. Always south Then you must hike and at the end of the jungle you will see the wonderful abode of Agastya about six miles away. Located in the most beautiful part of the forest, the hut is covered with various types of foliage. There Sita, Lakshmana and you will spend sweet and pleasant hours under the shady trees, because the noblest plants can be found in abundance in the bushes on the ground. If it is still your firm resolve to see the extraordinary saint, then O Mighty One, leave today. "The hermit spoke, and Rama bowed his head in reverence. As did Lakshmana. Then they set off with Janak's child Journey through the wild forest. He saw the dark trees that lined the path, and distant hills looked like clouds. As they followed their path, they also saw many ponds and streams. And as they wandered along the path. Aranya-Kanda

16, which Sutikshna had recommended to them, the hero spoke to his brother with a jubilant chest: "Here the home of the radiant ascetic is certainly in sight. Here Agastya's brother leads his life, which is based on sacred duties. On the signs of Paying attention to the way, I see them all united here. I see the branches bend deep under the fruits and blossoms. Sweet air comes from the forest, fresh from fragrant grass, and brings out a spicy note when it strokes the ripe fig fruits. Look, here and there are tall piles of split wood, and holy grass has been gathered, as bright as strips of shiny lapis lazuli. Right in the center of the shadow burns the holy fire of the hermit. I see its streaks of smoke in the clear sky, so thick like the dark top of a great cloud. The two-born are just returning from the hidden bathing places, and each one carries with him the sacred offering of flowers which his H. and was looking for himself. All of these signs, dear brother, coincide with those in Sutikshna's speech. Agastya's brother is undoubtedly to be found in this sacred place.Once Agastya, who looks at the worlds with love, defeated a deadly monster. Armed with powerful forces that he received through sacred work, he then made this grove a place of retreat and protection from all tyrannical violence. In olden times there lived two terrible demon brothers, Vatapi the Ghastly and Ilval. They slaughtered many a brahmin. Ilval also wore a brahmin figure and spoke Sanskrit in order to hide the enemy under a cloak so that the two-born saints invited him to solemnly observe the funeral rites. There he gave the assembled priests of his brother meat to eat, hidden in the false shape of a ram and its borrowed skin, as is customary at the feasts at funerals. The holy men, unknowingly deceived, accepted the food and ate their fill. Then Ilval called out with a loud cry: 'Vatapi, come out.' As soon as he heard the brother's voice, the monster bleated like a ram and, tearing their bodies to pieces, emerged from the dying priests. So the two, who could change their shape by their will, dared to kill thousands of Brahmins. They were terrible demons who loved cruel deeds and liked to feed on bleeding flesh. Agastya, the mighty hermit, came one day like everyone else to the funeral banquet and obediently ate the monster's meal at the command of God. 'It is done, is done, (the meal is over)' cried the terrible Ilval, and brought water for his hands. Then he raised his voice and said, 'Come, brother, and break out of your prison.' Agastya then spoke smilingly to the calling demon, who had let the Brahmins suffer for so long: 'How, Rakshasa, can the monster develop its power to leave when I have already digested it? Your brother in the shape of a ram has already gone to where the kingdom of Yama is. ' When the nocturnal wanderer learned of Agastya's words that his demonic brother was dead, his soul was filled with avenging anger and he rushed against the wise man. The hermit threw only a flash of anger, as hot as fire, at the approaching monster, and he died, burned to dust. Out of compassion for the need of the Brahmins, Agastya did this powerful act. And this grove with ponds and beautiful trees is his brother's abode. "While Rama was telling the story and talking to Sumitra's son, the setting sun sent its last rays, and evening fell over the land. The princely ones held for a while Brothers paused and held the evening rites, then they approached the sacred grove and praised the saints with real veneration. Rama was graciously received by the famous ascetic and lavishly entertained with fruits and hermit food. Then he rested for a night Night was over and the sun rose with a shining wreath, then Raghu's son left his bed and said to the hermit's brother: "Well rested in your hermit's hermitage, I stand before you, oh holy one, and ask for goodbye. For with your permission I will go on to honor your holy brother. "The wise man replied," Go, Rama, go. "And the prince left the hut. While looking at the pleasant place, he walked the path, book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

17 who was directed to him. Hundreds of plants and trees of every type of leaf and changing color grew around him. With happy eyes he looked at everyone: Jak (breadfruit), wild rice and sal. He saw the red hibiscus shine and the flower-covered bushes spread their shine over high, blossoming trees. Some had been knocked over by elephants, in others monkeys jumped and played around, and the magic of singing and happy birds resounded through the whole vast forest. Then Rama turned with the lotus eyes to Lakshmana, who followed closely, and the heroic youth with the many happy signs said: "How tender the leaves of the trees and how tame are the birds and animals that we see. Soon we will behold beautiful home of the great hermit with the peaceful soul. The deeds of the good Agastya have brought much glory to the world. I see, I see the quiet place that is balm for aching and tired feet. Where white clouds rise from the flames and Many raffia cloaks with wreaths of flowers lie. Where gentle forest dwellers gather and the birds sing loudly. He is filled with mercy for the suffering creatures, and deadly enemies he killed with power. This southern retreat he created as a refuge, free from gloom. There stands his Home, whose terrible power caused the giants to flee, whose envious eyes gaze from afar on the peaceful shadows that cannot disturb them Ever since the most saint has settled in this lovely shadow, the demonic brood lives in peace and with subjugated souls, held in check by his strength. This whole southern region, the borders of which no monster can cross, now bears a name that never fades, and is famous for it in all worlds. If Vindhya, the best of the mountains, stopped the journey of the day god by the command of the wise man, he would humbly bow his mountain ridge to do so. The white-haired hermit, world famous for sacred deeds, has created his pure and blessed home for himself, where gentle animals roam. Agastya, honored by the worlds, the pure saint to whom all good people are dear, will show his favor to us, his guests, and bless us abundantly before we go. I want to direct all my thoughts towards this goal, to win the favor of the sacred, so that we can spend the last years of our exile here in comfort. Here are deities and high saints, gods and bards of the heavenly host. You will wait for Agastya and serve him purely and properly. The liar's tongue and the tyrant's spirit may find no home within these limits. There can be no deceit and no sinner here. That's how holy and good he is. Birds and the lords of the snake family dwell here, spirits and gods visit the place. Satisfied with meager food, they stay here in order to earn income as wages. Completed here, the high wise men throw aside their mortal cloaks and seek their way into chariots, whose shine mocks the god of the day, transforms and shines the heavens. Here gods give royal power and much good, immortal life and spirituality to living beings who have won his favor and are freed from gruesome sin. Well Lakshmana, we're almost there. You go a little further and announce to the mighty saint that I am close with Sita by my side. "Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

18 Canto 12 - The Heavenly Arch He spoke and the younger prince obeyed. He stepped into the demarcation and spoke to the first he met, a student of the hermit: "The brave Rama, the eldest of Dasaratha, brings his wife, the Lady Sita. He would like to see the holy hermit. I am Lakshmana if a fortunate fate ever brought the name to your ears, his younger brother, obedient to his will, affectionate and faithful. We were compelled by the decision of our royal lord to flee into the dark woods. I beg you, tell the great master ours earnest desire to greet our Lord. " He spoke, and the hermit, with a rich supply of fervent zeal and holy knowledge, went to the pure shrine with fire to carry the message to his master. As soon as he had reached the most brilliant saint with overwhelming, holy power, he shouted with raised hands: "Lord Rama stands near your hut." Then Agastya's dear pupil let hear the assigned message: "The princes Rama and Lakshmana, who are descended from the glorious King Dasaratha, have just visited your hermitage and brought Lady Sita with them. The enemy are here to see and honor you, master. Now it is up to you to explain your further will. Dignity to command, we will obey. " After hearing the presence of the two princes and of Sita, who was born to a high fate, from the lips of his pupil, the saint replied: "This day brings me great joy when Rama found his way here. For mine had been waiting for a long time Soul to the prince who came to see me. Go away, now go on and bring the royal three here with a welcome greeting. Bring Rama in and seat him with me. Why is he not here yet? " So instructed by the hermit, who was the master of his thoughts and knew all duty, the pupil folded his honoring hands, answered and obeyed. He rushed to Lakshmana and began, "Where is he? Don't let Rama wait to worship the wise man. Hurry up." Lakshmana then led the student across the hermitage and showed him Rama where he and Sita were standing in the forest. The disciple delivered the message that his kind Master had asked him and led Rama in with all honors. As the royal Rama approached with Lakshmana and the Maithili lady, he saw herds of gentle deer wandering the garden without fear. In the holy forest he saw the seats of many gods: Agni (fire), sun and moon and from him who fulfills every golden wish (kuvera). There stood the shrine of Vishnu, there that of Bhaga (sun) and here that of the Divine Lord Mahendra. And from him, who forms every earthly form (Brahma), also book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

19 his shrine, from which all beings originate (Shiva), together with Vayu (wind), then from him who loves to hold the great noose (Yama), and also from the strongly souled Varuna (god of the sea). Here the shrine of the Vasus (demigods) could be seen, and there that of Gayatri (the most sacred text of the Vedas). The king of the snakes (Vasuki) had his place and so did the one who rules the feathered (Garuda). Kartikeya, the god of war, was worshiped here, and the god of justice there. Then the mighty Saint himself came out surrounded by his disciples. With strong devotion as bright as a flame, the master stepped ahead of the rest. Rama quickly spoke to Lakshmana, the lucky one: "Look, Agastya himself comes here, the mighty sage whom all worship. With a lifted spirit I meet my master, adorns the richest supply of penance. " The strong-armed hero spoke and ran forward to meet the sunlit man. He leaned before him, touched his feet in awe, and when he had straightened up to his stately height he humbly stood by the hermit's side. The strong Lakshmana and the graceful Sita stood with the pride of the Raghu race. The wise man wrapped his arms around Rama, welcomed him with all honors, asked if everything was well and asked the hero to sit down. With holy oil he nourished the flame and brought all gifts due to strangers. He waited in a friendly manner for the three in the highest honor and, with hospitable concern, gave them a simple meal of forest fruits. Only then did the honored father, profoundly dutiful, sit down, this first of the hermits. And the scholar of all virtues said to Rama: "If the untruthful hermit refuses to greet his guests with due respect, Prince, then he must afterwards eat his own meat - a fate to which the perjurers fall. A dare-born king , a lord who rules the earth and observes the laws of virtue, worthy of the highest honors: You have now visited my hut, dear guest. " So he spoke and honored his guest with fruits, hermit food and every flower that grows on branches. Then Agastya spoke gently: "Accept this mighty and divine bow on which shine red gold and diamonds. It was created by the heavenly artist for Vishnu's own almighty hand. And gave this god-sent sun-bright arrow, whose deadly flight is always reliable once Mr. Mahendra. His quiver with the endless supply whirls sharp arrows at the target like stoked fires that flash and burn. Take this sword in the golden sheath and with a golden hilt. Armed with this best of bows, Vishnu defeated his demon enemy and won to the inhabitants of heaven radiant glory as a prize. Receive bow, quiver, arrow and sword from me, glorious lord. They shall bring victory to your arm, as thunder brings it to the god of thunder. " The brilliant hermit asked him to accept the noble arms, and when the prince accepted them all, he said again: Canto 13 - Agastya's advice "O Rama, I feel great joy. I am satisfied, Lakshmana, with your faithful zeal, and that I see you here in this shadow, since you came with Sita to honor me. But the hikes through the rough and wild forest have tired Janak's child. Pressed by the troubles of the way, the Maithili lady longs for rest. Young, tender, gentle and beautiful the lady follows you out of conjugal love on forest paths, but she is not used to such heavy exertion. And see, Rama, that nothing can spoil the easy hours of quiet joy for her. She has tried a glorious deed to help you through Since the woman sprang from the hand of nature, her character has often remained the same: when happiness smiles, she shows her love, but when there is want and sorrow, she leaves her husband. Then her heart cannot Feel pity, and she arms her soul with warlike iron, as swift as the figure of the feathered king is in a storm and as uncertain as the wings of lightning. But not so your wife. Her pure spirit shrinks from the mistakes of women, and like the chaste Arundhati (one of the Pleiades) above, she is a model of faithful love. Let these blessed shadows be a home for you, them and Lakshmana, dear Rama. "Book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

20 With hands raised submissively, he heard the holy hermit's words and humbly replied to the Lord, whose luster seemed like the kindled fire: "How blessed am I and what thanks will be to me, since our Great Master deigns to show us his benevolence, and to be Heart is satisfied with Lakshmana, Sita and me. Show me, I ask you, a place where there are strong trees and abundant springs, so that I can build my hermit's hermitage there and live in quiet pleasure. " And Agastya, the best of the hermits, replied to the prince's question: "Beloved son, Panchavati is twelve miles away, bright and clear. It looks very nice there with all the deer, berries, fruits and streams. Build yourself there too Help your brother find a hut in the quiet shade and rest, true to your father's command and obedient to his judgment, because I know the story, oh sinless prince, how everything happened: strict repentance and my love showed me the tradition, the Your royal lord preserved. Long rites and ardent zeal gave me a glimpse of the desire that you have in my heart. And that is why I asked you to be my guests, so that this pure grove may give you refuge. But now I speak to you : Seek the shadows of Panchavati. The quiet place is bright and beautiful, and Sita will be happy there. It is not far from here, a grove that will delight your loving eyes. The pure Godavari river is near, and for Sita, the days will fly by quickly. Pure, lovely and rich in many a magic, oh hero with the strong arm, it is splendid there with all the plants and fruits, and there is never a lack of colorful buds. True to the path of virtue, there you have the power to shield any trusting ascetic. From your new home you will protect the hermits who depend on you. Well prince, turn your eyes to where Madhuka's dark forests rise. Step into the dark shadows and keep walking. Turn north at the large fig tree, then it goes up a hilly meadow, the flank of the mountain shows you the way. Then the always splendid Panchavati with inexhaustible flowers will stop your steps. "The hermit fell silent. The two princes asked for goodbye with proper honors. Each of the young men bowed to the saint, whose word was truth. They were dismissed with Sita and given away on their way to Panchavati. They took hold of the warriors' mighty bows, buckled their quivers, and walked with mindful eyes the way that the glorious Saint Agastya had shown them. The brothers wandered fearlessly, and Sita went with them. Canto 14 - Jatayu As the son of Raghu was on the way to the Panchavati, he saw a huge vulture, immeasurable in size and strength. When the princes saw the bird, they approached it with admiration and respect, and when they saw its gigantic form, cried she is amazed: “Tell us who you are.” The bird spoke to them in the gentlest way to win their hearts: “Look inside me, dear sons en friend your royal father once loved. "Said it and Rama did not wait long to honor his father's friend: he asked the bird to explain its name and its high descent. After Raghu's son had spoken, the latter began to explain his name and origin.He spoke at length to show how all things came about: "Listen, as I tell about the firstborn fathers, oh Raghu's son, one after the other, the great masters of life, from whom everything on earth and in heaven derives its birth Cardam led the glorious family first, while Vikrit held second, then Sesha, Sansray next in line, and the mighty and divine Bahuputra. Then came Sthanu and Marichi, then Atri and Kratu of powerful form Pulastya, after Angiras, whose name will never fade. Prachetas, Pulah after that, then Daksha and the vaunted Vivasvat. Next Arishtanemi and lastly Kasyap, unmatched in splendor. Daksha, his fame tells the story, was once sixty beautiful daughters off At eight this beautiful book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

Kasyapa recruited and married 21 nymphs: Aditi, Diti, Kalaka, Tamra, Danu and Anala, the quickly excitable Krodhavasa and Manu, who shines like her master. When the mighty Kasyapa exclaimed delightedly to each of his tender brides: 'You shall bear sons who rule the three great worlds, as mighty as I', Aditi, Diti, Kalaka and Danu obeyed the will of their husband. But the others refused to hear their master's command. Aditi was the first to receive and become the mother of the thirty-three gods. She gave birth to the Vasus and Adityas, the Kudras and the heavenly pair of Aswins. The Daityas are descended from Diti, and it is a pleasure for fame to extol their ancient names. In the days of yore, their terrible empire spanned the earth, forests, and ocean. Danu was the mother of a hero named Asvagriva. And from Kalaka, the divine lady, Narak and Kalak came next. Tamra gave birth to five beautiful daughters who jumped into the light with immortal splendor. The names of the lovely five are still held up by high fame: for Kraunchi, Bhasi and Syenis are undoubtedly entitled to immortal honor, and the world will never forget Suki and Dhritarashtri. Kraunchi gave birth to cranes and owls and Bhasi all kinds of water birds. Syeni gave birth to the vultures and hawks that chase through the air on stormy wings. The swans and geese by the pond and stream took their birth from Dhritarashtri, as did the innumerable flock of river-dwelling ducks. From Suki came Nala, who in turn gave birth to the unsurpassed beautiful lady Vinata. From the fiery Krodhavasa came ten radiant daughters, O King of Men: their names were Mrigi and Mrigamada, the famous Hari and Bhadramada, the beautiful to look at Sarduli and Sveta, the bright Matangi and Surabhi, the Surasa and Kadruma provided with all beautiful signs, everything divine girls. Mrigi, oh prince without equal, was the mother of all herds of deer. Bears, yaks and deer owe their birth to Mrigamada. Bhadramada was happy to be the mother of the beautiful Iravati, who gave birth to Airavat (the elephant Indras) - of huge stature, he was received among the guardians of the earth. The stately lions and wild monkeys derive their descent from Hari. From the great lady Sarduli came the leopards, langurs and wild tigers. Matangali gave life to all Matangas, the strong and big elephants. And Sveta gave birth to the animals that withstand every wind, the earth guardians 1. Surabhi, the goddess, was the next to give birth to two heavenly girls: Gandharvi and her beautiful sister Rohini. This daughter filled every pasture with cows, and the beautiful Gandharvi gave birth to the horses. Surasa gave birth to the vipers, and the snakes call Kadru their mother. Then Manu, the high-souled wife of Kasyapa, gave life to all kinds of people: first the Brahmins, then the Kshatriya caste (warriors), then came the Vaishyas (craftsmen, traders, farmers) and finally the Shudras (servants). The Brahmins came from their mouths, the Kshatriyas were born on their breasts, the Vaishyas came from their thighs, and it is said that the Shudras came from their feet. All the trees that hang their beautiful fruit-laden branches are descended from Anala. The child of the beautiful Suki gave birth to Vinata, as I have already told you. And from her Surasa and Kadru were born, the noble couple. Kadru gave life to countless snakes that roam the earth, forests and streams. From Vinata Garuda and Arun, the fast-flying ones, saw the light. As the son of Aruna, Sampati was born first, as red as the morning, then I was born. Know me, O subjugator, as Jatayu, son of the Syeni. I will be your attentive helper and guard your house if you agree. When you and Lakshmana hunt the game, I will be by Sita 's side. "Filled with gracious thanks for the help offered, the prince bowed deeply and delightedly, and in right reverence he embraced the stately bird. He had often in the past During the days of hearing his father tell about his love for Jatayu and the friendship that bound them together, he was happy to trust his loyal friend, his darling 1, eight elephants, who are assigned to the four areas and intermediate points of the compass, protectors and guardians of the earth, book 3 - Aranya-Kanda

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