Friday, 7 March 2014

146. Rama meets Shabari.

                 As suggested by Kabandha, Rama and Lakshmana started in the direction indicated by Kabandha. When they sighted the Pampa Lake they took the westward moorland of that lotus-lake Pampa, and after some time spotted the idyllic hermitage of Shabari.
                On getting at that hermitage and on perusing that  beautiful environment that was wreathed round with several picturesque trees, those two came nigh of Shabari. On seeing them that sublimated yogi Shabari instinctively recognized them and with folded palms, got up imperatively, and then she touched reverently the feet of Rama with both her palms, and then that of the sagacious Lakshmana, impressively. She gave them water for feet-wash and mouthwash, and other viands customarily offered to visitants. After accepting them with a show of immense pleasure, Rama inquired the anchoress, who was unflinchingly abiding in her duty, about her welfare etc. 
              Shabari replied "Just now, on your pleasing manifestation before me, my ascesis is accomplished, and now my birth is fructified completely, and likewise now my subservience to my mentors is well hallowed.
            "Oh, best one among men, now all my ascesis is fructified when I worshiped you in person, who is none other than the god among gods, and thus the heaven will also be there for me.
            "Oh, kind one, your blessed sight has sanctified me. And oh, endower of respect, by your beneficence I wish to go to those returnless worlds. I think my prayer to you is justified.
           "Divine aircrafts of unequalled refulgence had lifted those disciples of Sage Matanga in whose tendance I was in, to welkin on your arriving at Chitrakuta.
            "Those knowers of probity, highly providential, and eminent-saints have told me, 'Rama will come to this highly blest hermitage of yours along with Soumitri and you have to cordially welcome them as your guests, and on your seeing him you will go to best worlds, where merit remains undiminished.'
           "Oh, the best one among men Rama, thus I was told by those highly providential sages and I have gleaned various forest fruits and eatables that occur on the moorlands of Pampa Lake for your sake. After offering them to you, I would like to show you this holy place." 
            Rama nodded and told her "You and your preceptors' effectiveness has been told in effect from the wraith of the great souled Danu's son, Kabandha. I would be greatly pleased if you show me the hermitages personally. We certainly would fill our stomachs with the delicious fruits and other scrumptious eatables kept for us by you."
             On hearing those words of Rama, Shabari offered them the fruits and other eatables kept for them. Both the brothers ate them with great relish. Then Shabari started to show that unique woodland to both of them saying "Oh, Rama the delight of Raghu's lineage, this one is comparable to a crammed cloud that would be ever ready to yield much cherished cloudbursts, and compacted with animals and birds that are ever ready to enjoy seasonable rains, is that hermitage to which you have come, that way this woodland is well known as Matanga, meaning a cloud, or an elephant, or an elephantine cloud that showers blessings on all; and oh, highly resplendent Rama, you may see this snuggery nest, where those contemplative souls, my teachers, used to conduct oblations into the Ritual-fires, orienting and worshipping them with Vedic hymns.
                 "Where those great sages who were highly revered by me used to offer flowers with their extremely doddery hands in the worship the Altar of Fire; and this is that Altar of Fire raised at western end.
                 "Oh, the best one from Raghus, by the efficacy of the ascesis of my teachers these Altars of Fire are with incomparable irradiance, and even now they are irradiating all the directions with solemnity. See them. Enervated by dieting and straining the sages were incapable to go for sea bathing, and just at their thought process all the seven seas came close by, in coalescence.  See them.
That is why Pampa Lake is held sacred. Instead of rivers going into sea, seas flowed back to form this lake for the sake of these old sages. Sea bathing is considered as the best, river bathing is of medium merit, and bathing with well or vessel water is so so, in terms of holy baths.
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            "On performing holy baths those sages had spread their jute cloths on those trees with their own doddering hands here at this place. Which garlands they have knotted together with black-lotuses and other flowers while they were worshiping gods, are really those garlands, and indeed there is no discolouration to them.
            "You have seen what is seeable and you have listened what is listenable of this woodland in its entirety. Now I wish to castaway this sheathe of soul, called my body. I desire to make that soul to move nigh of my teachers feet." 
            Rama was very much pleased to hear those duty-congruous words of Shabari  and said, "Astonishing is this hermitage and its inmates." 
            Then Rama looked benignly at Shabari who was firmed up in her faith towards her masters, and said "Oh, saintly lady, you treated me with utmost deference. You may go to your cherished worlds, where you can solace yourself with your masters."
            Thus that way said by Rama in consent, she who is wearing tufty-matted hair, jute-cloths, and deerskin as her clothing, she offered herself as an oblation into the Ritual-fire, and then like a flaring fire, she went to heaven alone.
Now she appeared as an angel bejewelled with angelic ornaments, wearing angle's wraparound and angelical flowery tassels, and bedaubed with suchlike cosmetics, and as with the scintillations of electric sparks she scintillated that province.
             Shabari who was a perfect yogin with perfected meditative concentration, now went to that sanctum locus where the blest souls of those sublime sages, namely her masters, saunter.


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