jueves, 19 de abril de 2012






Creado por juancas  del 19 de Abril del 2012

...As the sixth night approached and the final rituals were being performed, the sacrificial fire suddenly blazed forth furiously. A loud clamor came from the sky, which was covered over by clouds. Swooping down upon that sacrifice, the two Rakshasa demons Maricha and Subahu, appeared from the sky. As they spread their sorcery, torrents of blood and pus, as well as large pieces of flesh, fell upon the altar. Blazing fires sprang from the earth and hot coals flew everywhere. 

Shrieking horribly, the Rakshasas danced about, wreaking havoc. The hermits fell back, but this time they were not fearful. Vishvamitra quickly stood up. They had defiled his sacrifice once too often. They would not do so again. Gathering the other ascetics, Vishvamitra moved aside and ordered Rama to attack the Raksasas. 

Rama became infuriated upon seeing the scene of devastation. He rushed forward toward the Rakshasas, calling to his brother, “Watch now as I scatter these wicked demons who feed on raw flesh.”

Even as he spoke, Rama continuously worked his bow and He sent swift arrows in all directions. The Raksasas were stunned; they had not expected any resistance. Some of them closed quickly on Rama, covering him on all sides. Rama released arrows with deadly accuracy and speed. The Raksasas were cut to pieces. 

Rama and Laksmana continuously discharged flaming arrows at the other Raksasas. Imbued with mystic power one arrow expanded into thousands. It appeared as if a continuous line of shafts was leaving Rama’s bow, so fast was his movement. The Raksasas screamed in pain. Some of them vanished and others fell dead on the ground. Some entered the earth while others flew into the sky.

Rama looked for Maricha. Seeing his huge form nearby, tearing at the sacrificial altar, Rama invoked a celestial weapon. He placed it on his bow and, although still feeling furious, he calmly said to Laksmana. “I shall release the Manava weapon, presided over by the father of the gods, Manu.” 

Rama angrily fired his weapon at the fearsome, roaring Maricha. The demon was struck by the mighty missile and he was lifted and flung a distance of eight hundred miles, landing in the ocean…

Tightly grasping his golden bow, Rama said to his brother, “Fear not Laksmana, for I shall now swiftly deal with these blood-sucking demons. They are wicked and merciless and always given to sinful acts. This indeed shall be the last sacrifice they defile.”

He then invoked the weapon presided over by the god of fire, Agni. Fired from Rama’s fully extended bow, the weapon hit the Raksasha Subahu full upon chest. His heart torn apart, he fell dead on the ground like an uprooted tree. Rama then invoked the Vayu-astra, the powerful wind weapon. He fired it and a roaring gale went towards the Raksasas. They were blown away like so many pieces of dust and debris. Those who were not killed by that weapon fled for their lives…

Vishvamrta had walked for three days without eating or sleeping, his mind fixed on his purpose. His body was lean and powerful, golden colored and covered by a black deerskin. He held in his hands a staff and a waterpot, his only possessions. Immerse in such thoughts he arrived at the palace of the city Ayodhya… 

Standing with folded palms before the sage, Dasarath was thrilled with joy as he spoke. “I consider your arrival here to be as welcome as obtaining celestial nectar in one’s own hands, or as rainfall arrived in a desert… What can I do for you today?” 

Dasarath was aware of Vishvamitra’s glory; Once, by his own ascetic power, he had created and entire constellation of planets which still shone in the southern sky. The King felt honored to see him... 

The sage gazed steadfastly unto Dasarath’s eyes as he spoke “I stand here this very day consecrated for a sacrifice. However, two powerful Rakshasa demons named Maricha and Subahu constantly impede its performance. These demons are arrowed enemies of both gods and humans. They are capable of ranging the skies and assuming any form they like. Every time my sacrifice is close to completion, these Rakshasas appear overhead and drop down volumes of flesh and blood, ruining it entirely. Thwarted in my attempts, I have left that sacrifice feeling dispirited, having accomplished nothing other than exertion.”

Vishvamitra continued, “There is a Rakshasa named Ravana to whom Brahma has granted a boon of invulnerability. Possessed of extraordinary strength and followed by numerous other Rakshasas, he has oppressed both heaven and earth to the utmost degree. When this mighty demon cannot himself be bothered to assail the sacrifices of sages, he sends out his two lieutenants, Maricha and Subahu.” 

“Although capable of destroying those Rakshasas with a curse, O king, I will not do so, as a condition of my sacrifice is that I do not give way to anger. My mind must remain steady and controlled. Nor is it the sacred duty of Brahmins to attack an enemy. This is always the duty of kings and warriors. Please, therefore, give to me your eldest and most heroic son, Rama. Although a youth, Rama is possessed of true prowess and is more than a match for any Rakshasa.” 

The king’s mouth fell open. He gazed in horror at Vishvamitra. Remaining senseless for some time, Dasarath finally came round and said to the sage, “My lotus-eyed son is less than sixteen years old. How then can be fight with the Rakshasas?... I myself, marching at the head of hundreds of thousands of highly trained soldiers, shall personally come to wage war on the demons. Do not take Rama!”

Hearing Dasarath’s faltering speech, Vishvamitra blazed up with anger. Did Dasarath have no faith in him? And Dasarath had already promised to satisfy him. The sage’s eyes opened wide with fury as he spoke. “After giving your solemn pledge to fulfill my desire, you now decline! This refusal shames your royal lineage and will bring ruin to your race. If you care not about this infamy, then I shall return the way I came. With your promise falsified you may remain peacefully among your relatives. “ 

Seeing Vishvamrta seized with fury, the gods themselves became fearful and the earth shook…

Then the wise Vasishtha, perceiving the imminent danger from Vishvamitra’s curse, spoke to the king, “Born in the line of the sun-god, you are like virtue personified. It does not befit you to abandon righteousness. You always remain firm in your vows and are famed as being fixed in truth… Send Rama with Vishvamitra, Whether or not Rama has mastered archery is of no consequence, as he will be protected by the sage.” 

Vasishtha then told him how Vishvamitra had inconceivable power and great learning. Formerly while ruling over a kindgdom, he had received from Shiva the knowledge of every celestial weapon… 

Vasistha then took the king aside and spoke in confidence. He told him of Rama’s identity. 
Dasarath was astonished. To him, Rama was his beloved child in need of protection. How could he possibly be the Supreme Lord? Dasarath looked at Vasishtha, who stood silently gazing into the king’s eyes. The sage could not possibly tell a lie… 

Accepting the words of his preceptor and feeling somewhat reassured, Dasarath agreed to send his son with Vishvamitra, who permitted the king to send Lakshmana as well, for Dasarath knew that Lakshmana would never let Rama go out alone for a fight…

Led by the smiling Vishvamitra, Rama and Lakshmana went out from the kingdom, watched by their parents and the citizens until they disappeared into the distance…

Though Rama was the Lord of creation, Kaushalya saw him simply as her own dear child. She held him tight to her bosom, overwhelmed with motherly affection and unable to recognize his divinity. Coming out of the delivery room. Kaushalya shone brilliantly with that baby boy, who had eyes like lotus petals. 

In the heavens Gandharvas, heavenly musicians, began to sing melodiously while bevies of Apsaras danced. Kettledrums resounded in the sky and showers of flowers fell upon the earth. In Ayodhya, the streets quickly became crowded with rejoicing citizens. Minstrels, bards and chanters of sacred hymns gathered in every quarter, glorifying the birth of Rama...

The city, decorated all over with colorful flags and garlands, looked beautiful. 

His attractive body had the hue of a celestial emerald. Dressed in the finest silk and adorned with golden ornaments, he captured the mind of all who saw him...

...Dasarath was perturbed that he had no son. Somehow, none of his wives had given birth to a son and he decided to perform a sacrifice for the pleasure of Visnu. Dasarath then, headed by Vasistha and Risvasrnga, and accompanied by his three wives enter the sacrificial compound… 

With the universal creator Brahma at their head, the gods personally assembled in the sky above Dasarath’s sacrificial compound. Unseen by everyone, the gods began to address Brahma: ‘Because of a boon granted by you, O lord, the king of the Raksasas Ravana is constantly harassing us and is extremely difficult to overpower him. Having begged from you that he be made invincible to us, as well as to practically all other created beings; that evil-minded one now seeks to overthrow us. He profanes even great saints and has no regard for anyone at all.’

Brahma, was concerned that his boon to Ravana had created such problems, listening as Indra, on behalf of the gods, continued: ‘Ravana sought invincibility but did not ask for immunity against humans, whom he considered of no consequence. Thus his death must come at the hands of a human. Please, therefore, beseech the Lord to appear as Dasarath’s son.’

Although Ravana could still be killed by a human, the gods knew that no ordinary man could slay him. It could only be done by the all powerful Visnu himself, if He came to the earth as a man. And here was the ideal opportunity. The emperor of the earth was praying to Visnu for a powerful son. Surely the Lord would consent to appear in Dasarath’s family, especially if Brahma, Visnu’s devoted servant, also prayed to Him to appear.

Brahma then addressed Visnu in a reverential tone. ‘O Lord, here is the worthy Dasarath praying for a son. All the worlds are sorely afflicted by the evil Rakshasa Ravana, who must be slain by a man. Be pleased, therefore to take birth as Dasarath’s son. Appearing in a human form, please dispatch Ravana in an encounter and save the worlds from their suffering.'

Visnu smiled at the gods. He spoke reassuringly in a voice deep like the rumbling of thunderclouds, ‘O gods, give up all fear. Along with my own expansions I shall soon be born as four sons of Dasarath. I myself shall appear as his eldest son, and my personal weapons will incarnate as my brothers. After annihilating Ravana and his demon hordes. I will remain on the mortal plane, ruling the glove for eleven thousand years.’

Suddenly there arose from the sacrificial fire a shining a beautiful personality form. Everyone watched in wonder as he descended near the king, remaining slightly above the ground. In his hands he held a golden bowl filled with celestial ambrosia. He spoke to Dasarath in a voice resounding like a kettledrum. ‘O king, know me to be a messenger of the Lord of all created beings, Visnu.’

‘Please accept my heartfelt welcome, O divine one,’ replied the king with his palms joined. ‘What shall I do for you?’

‘By worshipping the gods in sacrifice you have received this reward,’ said the messenger. ‘Take now this ambrosia prepared by the gods which will bestow upon you the offspring you desire. Give it to your wives and through them you will soon secure four celebrated sons.’

The king gave half of the ambrosia to Kaushalya. He gave the other half to Kaikeyi, the youngest wife, who was especially dear to him. Both of these wives each gave a part of their share to the king’s third wife, Sumitra. All those noble wives of the emperor felt honored and immediately ate the ambrosia. In a short time they felt within themselves the presence of powerful offspring…

..As Ravana approached the ethereal region known as Yamaloka, he saw everywhere living beings reaping the fruits of their actions. He also saw the millions of soldiers and servants of Yamaraja, known as the Yamadutas.

Descending from his chariot Ravana began to beat back the Yamadutas, freeing the people they were punishing. He felt no compassion for the pain of others, but he calculated that by oppressing the Yamadutas he would cause Yamaraja to appear. 

Descending to the ground he held his bow and placed upon it a blazing arrow. The demon invoked the power of Shiva, imbuing the arrow with the divine force of that immortal god. As the weapon was released a sheet of fire rushed across the ground, consuming Yamaraja’s forces. 

Ravana sent up a victory cry, making the ground shake. Hearing that shout, Yamaraja, seated in his palace, could understand that Ravana was overpowering his forces. He ordered his chariot to be fetched and quickly mounted it.

Angered, the great god burned with a glaring radiance. By his side stood the personified form of Kaladanda, the infallible rod of Death, his body a brilliant black and his eyes blazing like two red fires. On the other side of Yamaraja stood the very Time Spirit himself, the destroyer of the worlds, fearful in appearance. 

Standing together those three deities could not be countenanced. 

In an instant Yamajara’s chariot arrived at the spot where Ravana stood roaring. Ravana’s followers immediately fled in all directions simply upon seeing that awful chariot. 

Ravana raised his bow to counter Yamaraja’s attack. Using sorcery, he fired thousands of straight-flying arrows imbued with the force of a thunderbolt. Those arrows struck Yamaraja all over his body, but the god remained unmoved. 

Witnessing the astonishing battle between Yamaraja and the Rakshasa, the gods assembled above them. They feared that the dissolution of all the worlds was imminent. Yamaraja’s anger would surely annihilate the entire universe. 

Death personified, highly enraged by Ravana, then spoke to Yamaraja, “My lord, do not exert yourself further. Let me remain alone here with this Rakshasa. I shall make short work of him. None in the past, no matter how powerful, have been able to overcome me. Every god, rishi and demon has succumbed to my power. Indeed, all created beings must surely submit to me. There is no doubt about this, therefore you need not bother yourself with this wretch any longer. Leave him to me.” 

Yamaraja had became infuriated by Ravana’s insolence. He felt insulted and he told Death to stand back, for he personally would destroy the demon. The god lifted up his mace and gazed upon Ravana. As it was raised, that made threw off a halo of blazing fire, Yamaraja held it in his hand like the globe of the sun and he fixed his red eyes on the demon. And just as he was about to release the mace to destroy Ravana. Brahma appeared before him. He was seen and heard only by Yamaraja as he spoke to the angry god:

“O immeasurably powerful one, this Rakshasa is not to be killed by you at this time. Indeed I have conferred upon him a boon that he cannot be slain except by a human. This cannot be falsified, lest the order of the universe be cast into chaos. Therefore hold back your mace. Ravana is not yet destined to die. If you release your infallible mace upon this demon, it will result in the death of all other created beings.” 

Hearing that command of Brahma, the chief of the gods, Yamaraja lowered his mace. Realizing that nothing could be accomplished by him in that battle, he then and there disappeared from Ravana’s sight…
 — con Surender Sharma.

As Ravana sat idly aboard his chariot, he suddenly noticed a lady sitting in meditation. This was most unusual. Women were rarely seen in those mountains… 

Ravana slowed the chariot and moved down to look more closely. Ordering the Rakshasas to wait in the sky, Ravana himself rose up from the chariot and descended to the ground. He saw the young ascetic girl sitting on a flat piece of soft grassland surrounded by wild flowers. She glowed with a golden beauty. Her limbs were exquisitely formed… Ravana could see the contour of her tapering thighs through the thin cloth covering her crossed legs. Dark locks of thickly matted hair hung down to her waist, framing her white-complexioned face. Her red lips moved slightly as she intoned the sacred syllable Om. 

Her smooth golden arms were bared in front of her as she sat with folded palms, her long curling lashes covering half closed eyes. 

Ravana’s mind was overpowered by lust. Who was this youthful lady? What was she doing here in such a lonely place? Did she have a protector? … He spoked loudly, disturbing her reverie. “O most beautiful maiden, who are you? Why are you practicing asceticism in this lonely region? To whom do you belong? What fortunate man has you for his wife?”

The girl fully opened her black eyes and looked at Ravana. Seeing him as a guest in her hemitage she spoke respectfully, telling him her name. 

She was Vedavati, the daughter of a powerful sage, who was himself a son of the gods’ preceptor, Brihaspati. Looking down in shyness she said, “I was born as an incarnation of the holy Vedas. My father was sought by numerous gods and other celestial beings who wished to have my hand in marriage. However, none but Visnu, the Lord of all the worlds, can be my spouse. Thus I am seated here, absorbed in thought of the Lord and awaiting his favor.”

Vedavati had meditated for thousands of years. Her body, like that of the gods, neither aged nor required any sustenance. She could understand by her own inner vision who Ravana was and what was his intention. In gentle tones she said that only Visnu could be her husband… She could not belong to anyone else. Ravana should continue on his way as before.

Ravana laughed again. He was not going to leave behind this jewel of a woman. Hearing the name of Visnu, his sworn enemy, only made him all the more determined. The demon’s voice boomed like thunder. “Your resolution to practice austerity befits only old women, O lady of shapely limbs. Why do you waste your fleeting youth in this way? I am Ravana, lord of the Rakshasas, the very mighty race of demons. 

Become my wife and live with me in my capital, Lanka, the golden city I forcibly seized from the gods. Who is this Visnu anyway?”…

Hearing Ravana deride Visnu, Vedavati flared up with anger and rebuked the demon. She told him to leave immediately for his own good, lest he incite the powerful anger of that supreme deity. 

Ravana smiled. This high-spirited woman would make a perfect consort for him. He stepped forward and grabbed hold of her long locks. Vedavati at once uttered a powerful Sanskrt mantra which momentarily checked the demon’s advance. She lifted a hand and by her mystic power cut through her hair. The Raksasa fell back in surprise as she spoke furiously. 

“O Evil one, I shall now quit this body defiled by your touch! As I have been insulted by you I shall take birth again only for your destruction. Appearing from the earth, I shall become the pious daughter of a virtuous man, you and your entire race will be destroyed as a result of that birth.” 

Vedavati closed her eyes and meditated on Visnu, seeing Him within her heart. Before Ravana’s eyes she invoked fire from within herself. Her body was immediately consumed by flames and in a few moments...

...As Ravana was seated in the celestial Nandana gardens, situated in Amaravati, the city of Indra, the king of the gods. He saw an Apsara, a heavenly nymph, named Rambha. The face of that celestial girl shone with incomparable beauty and she was adorned with bright garlands and jewels. Ravana assumed a godly form of great splendor, concealing his terrible ten-headed body. 

He sprang to his feet and quickly went over to Rambha, Ravana asked: ‘Where do you go and who are you, lovely lady?’ he asked. ‘Who will today enjoy the nectar of your soft, red lips?’

Ravana was not at all concerned whether she was married or not. He had stolen the wives of gods, Gandharvas and demons everywhere, taking them to Lanka to join his harem. What woman would refuse the opportunity to become the consort of the mighty Ravana? 

But the beautiful girl did not reciprocate his advances. She pulled away from him and folding her palms and looking down, she addressed the Raksasa reproachfully. “Please do not speak in this way. I am as good as your daughter and I therefore deserve to be protected by you. O Ravana. Indeed I am the wedded wife of another.”

Rambha told him she was married to a god, Nalakuvara, who was the son of Kuvera, Ravana’s own brother. She was thus related to Ravana and he should not make amorous advances towards her.

Ravana laughed loudly. He had no regard whatsoever for any moral codes. He moved towards Rambha who ran behind a golden bush. The maiden tried to evade him, dodging here and there but it was useless… Rambha cried out for help, but seeing the fierce Rakshasa no one dared intervene. Shedding tears, Rambha backed away from the demon and fled. She went before her husband. 

When he saw her in that condition Nalakuvara became infuriated. But when he heard it was Ravana who had done that, he felt helpless. The demon had already defeated Nalakuvara’s powerful father, who was supported by innumerable Yaksha warriors. There was no possibility of facing Ravana in a fight. Nalakuvara considered the situation carefully. Although he could not fight the demon, he could at least curse him as a result of his evil act. The righteous curses of the gods invoked the infallible power of Visnu. 

Considering this the only means of punishing Ravana, Nalakuvara touched holy water and then uttered his imprecation.

“This evil Raksasa has molested a celestial lady. If he ever again touches another maiden by force he will immediately fall dead.”

Ravana soon heard of that curse. He had seen such curses, made by gods and risis, come to pass many times. Once uttered they could not be retracted. Although he did not like to accept it, Ravana could understand that some powerful force maintained the universal order and laws. Thinking it possible that Nalakuvera’s words might just be effective, he decided not to again force himself upon another female. Better not to take any chances. After all, there were enough women who would willingly accept him…

Ravana came upon the city of Ayodhya. This was the capital of the world of humans. The emperor of the earth, the pious king Anaranya dwelt there, and Ravana considered him as fit for a fight. If he conquered this king then the whole earth would be subjugated. 

A fierce fight ensued between the two armies of Ravana and the Ayodhya king. Ravana’s forces used sorcery to appear and disappear at will, flying in the sky and hurling down rocks and sharp weapons. The king’s army replied with showers of swift and deadly arrows. But Anaranya’s fighters could not easily engage with the elusive demons. Although they rushed forward, slashing at the enemy with their blue steel swords, the soldiers found themselves cleaving the air as the Rakshasas rose into the sky.

Anaranya himself exhibited great prowess. He knew the secrets of the celestial weapons and by invoking those divine missiles he killed innumerable Rakshasas. When the demos hid using their sorcery, he released the Shabda weapon of sound, which found them wherever they were. As hordes of Rakshasas rushed at the emperor, he let go the wind weapon which lifted the demos and hurled them far away. 

But the demons far outnumbered the humans and gradually they overpowered the king’s army. 

Anaranya then took up his great bow and let loose eight hundred fierce arrows, which sped like flames of fire towards Ravana. By the incantations of Anaranya those arrows were imbued with the power of thunderbolts. They struck Ravana furiously on his heads and chest, sounding like claps of thunder. But the demon did not flinch in the least. 

Angered by the king’s sudden attack, Ravana took up a terrible looking mace. He whirled it above his head with such force that it glowed bright orange and threw off tongues of fire. He flew with the speed of a tempest towards the emperor and stuck him a great blow on the forehead. The king fell from his chariot and lay bleeding on the ground. The Rakshasa began laughing and deriding the fallen monarch. 

“What is the use of fighting with Ravana? There is none who can face me in battle and remain alive. Clearly you are foolish man, too much addicted to wine and women. Thus you have not heard of my unassailable power.” 

Gasping for breath as his life slipped away, the emperor spoke with difficulty. “I have not been killed by you, O vile Rakshasa. Death is certain and comes to all beings according to their destiny. None can be killed before their fate decrees, nor can any be saved when their time has arrived. I am thus killed by my own fate. Do not indulge in self-praise, Ravana, for your own death will soon come.” 

The emperor possessed mystic power, gained by his long practice of austerity. He was loath to waste that accumulated power on Ravana, but the demon had to be checked. The dying king could at least do something before he departed. Anaranya fixed his fading gaze on the lord of Rakshasas and, concentrating his mind, he uttered a curse:

“In the very line you now deride, O Ravana, there will soon appear a king who will kill you, and all your race!”

Ravana and his Rakshasa followers spent some time in the Himalayan mountains, wreaking havoc amongst the many ascetics living there. Gradually they approached the far northern region where there lay Mount Kailash, the abode of Shiva. 

As the Pushpaka (celestial airplane/city, which Ravana stole from Kuvera) began crossing that mountain, it was suddenly brought to a halt. 

Ravana was surprised and he descended to the ground, surrounded by his ministers who accompanied him on the chariot. As he gazed around at the brilliant scenery on the mountainside, he saw a strange being with a monkey's head. 

The creature appeared dreadful, with a dark yellowish complexion and misshapen features. Although his body was large, he had a dwarfish stature. He was clean shaven and muscular and he stood holding a large glowing pike. 

As he gazed at Ravana, the demon called out to him, "Who are you and where is this region? Why have I been impeded?" 

"I am Nandi, the servant of Shiva." replied the unusual being. "You have arrived at Shiva's abode, which is inaccessible to all created beings. You will not be able to pass this mountain. Therefore turn back and go the way you have come." 

Ravana looked at the strange body of Nandi and laughed out loud. He spoke in a derisory voice. "Why should I heed you. O monkey-face one? Who is this Shiva anyway?" 

Hearing his master insulted infuriated Nandi. Raising his pike, which shot forth tongues of fire, he exclaimed, "O Rakshasa, I should kill you at once but I will not do so, as you already stand killed by your own sins. But I say this, as you disregard me in my monkey form, there shall be born on earth many monkeys of terrible strength who will annihilate your race." 

As Nandi spoke the sound of heavenly drums reverberated in the sky and a shower of flowers fell...

...The pastimes of Lord Rāmacandra were wonderful, like those of a baby elephant. 

In the assembly where mother Sītā was to choose her husband, in the midst of the heroes of this world, He broke the bow belonging to Lord Śiva. 

This bow was so heavy that it was carried by three hundred men, but Lord Rāmacandra bent and strung it and broke it in the middle, just as a baby elephant breaks a stick of sugarcane. 

Thus the Lord achieved the hand of mother Sītā, who was equally as endowed with transcendental qualities of form, beauty, behavior, age and nature. 

Indeed, she was the goddess of fortune who constantly rests on the chest of the Lord...

--from the Nine Canto of SB--

When Lord Rāmacandra returned to His capital, Ayodhyā, He was greeted on the road by the princely order, who showered His body with beautiful, fragrant flowers, while great personalities like Lord Brahmā and other demigods glorified the activities of the Lord in great jubilation.

Upon reaching Ayodhyā, Lord Rāmacandra heard that in His absence His brother Bharata was eating barley cooked in the urine of a cow, covering His body with the bark of trees, wearing matted locks of hair, and lying on a mattress of kuśa. The most merciful Lord very much lamented this.

...Following in the procession were chariots drawn by beautiful horses with harnesses of golden rope. These chariots were decorated by flags with golden embroidery and by other flags of various sizes and patterns. There were soldiers bedecked with golden armor, servants bearing betel nut, and many well-known and beautiful prostitutes. 

Many servants followed on foot, bearing an umbrella, whisks, different grades of precious jewels, and other paraphernalia befitting a royal reception. Accompanied in this way, Lord Bharata, His heart softened in ecstasy and His eyes full of tears, approached Lord Rāmacandra and fell at His lotus feet with great ecstatic love.

The citizens of Ayodhyā, upon seeing their King return after a long absence, offered Him flower garlands, waved their upper cloths, and danced in great jubilation.

O King, Lord Bharata carried Lord Rāmacandra's wooden shoes, Sugrīva and Vibhīṣaṇa carried a whisk and an excellent fan, Hanumān carried a white umbrella, Śatrughna carried a bow and two quivers, and Sītādevī carried a waterpot filled with water from holy places. Ańgada carried a sword, and Jāmbavān, King of the Ṛkṣas, carried a golden shield.

O King Parīkṣit, as the Lord sat on His airplane of flowers, with women offering Him prayers and reciters chanting about His characteristics, He appeared like the moon with the stars and planets.

Thereafter, having been welcomed by His brother Bharata, Lord Rāmacandra entered the city of Ayodhyā in the midst of a festival. When He entered the palace, He offered obeisances to all the mothers, including Kaikeyī and the other wives of Mahārāja Daśaratha, and especially His own mother, Kauśalyā. He also offered obeisances to the spiritual preceptors, such as Vasiṣṭha. Friends of His own age and younger friends worshiped Him, and He returned their respectful obeisances, as did Lakṣmaṇa and mother Sītā. In this way they all entered the palace.

Upon seeing their sons, the mothers of Rāma, Lakṣmaṇa, Bharata and Śatrughna immediately arose, like unconscious bodies returning to consciousness. The mothers placed their sons on their laps and bathed Them with tears, thus relieving themselves of the grief of long separation.

Lord Rāmacandra, fully bathed and His head clean-shaven, dressed Himself very nicely and was decorated with a garland and ornaments. Thus He shone brightly, surrounded by His brothers and wife, who were similarly dressed and ornamented.

Being pleased by the full surrender and submission of Lord Bharata, Lord Rāmacandra then accepted the throne of the state. He cared for the citizens exactly like a father, and the citizens, being fully engaged in their occupational duties of varṇa and āśrama, accepted Him as their father.

Lord Rāmacandra became King during Tretā-yuga, but because of His good government, the age was like Satya-yuga. Everyone was religious and completely happy.



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  3. Yamuna Devi Dasi -  jueves 16 de febrero de 2012
  4. SRILA PRABHUPADA I -  miércoles 15 de febrero de 2012
  5. SRILA PRABHUPADA II -  miércoles 15 de febrero de 2012
  6. SRILA PRABHUPADA III -  martes 17 de abril de 2012
  7. KUMBHA MELA -  miércoles 15 de febrero de 2012
  8. AVANTIKA DEVI DASI - NÉCTAR BHAJANS -  miércoles 15 de febrero de 2012
  9. GANGA DEVI MATA -  miércoles 15 de febrero de 2012
  10. SLOKAS y MANTRAS I - lunes 13 de febrero de 2012
  11. GAYATRI & SHANTI MANTRAS - martes 14 de febrero de 2012
  12. Lugares Sagrados de la India 1 - miércoles 28 de diciembre de 2011
  13. Devoción - PLAYLIST - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  14. La Sabiduria de los Maestros 1 - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  15. La Sabiduria de los Maestros 2 - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  16. La Sabiduria de los Maestros 3 - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  17. La Sabiduria de los Maestros 4 - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  18. La Sabiduría de los Maestros 5 - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
  19. Universalidad 1 - miércoles 4 de enero de 2012


  1. Biografía de los Clasicos Antiguos Latinos 1 - viernes 30 de diciembre de 2011
  2. Swami Premananda - PLAYLIST - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011


  1. Emperadores Romanos I - domingo 1 de enero de 2012


  1. Ajenaton, momias doradas, Hatshepsut, Cleopatra - sábado 31 de diciembre de 2011
  2. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO I - jueves 12 de enero de 2012
  3. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO II - sábado 14 de enero de 2012
  4. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO III - lunes 16 de enero de 2012
  5. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO IV - martes 17 de enero de 2012
  6. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO V - miércoles 18 de enero de 2012
  7. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO VI - sábado 21 de enero de 2012
  8. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO VII - martes 24 de enero de 2012
  9. EL MARAVILLOSO EGIPTO VIII - viernes 27 de enero de 2012

La Bíblia

  1. El Mundo Bíblico 1 - lunes 2 de enero de 2012 (de danizia)
  2. El Mundo Bíblico 2 - martes 3 de enero de 2012 (de danizia)
  3. El Mundo Bíblico 3 - sábado 14 de enero de 2012
  4. El Mundo Bíblico 4 - sábado 14 de enero de 2012
  5. El Mundo Bíblico 5 - martes 21 de febrero de 2012
  6. El Mundo Bíblico 6 - miércoles 22 de febrero de 2012
  1. La Bíblia I - lunes 20 de febrero de 2012
  2. La Bíblia II - martes 10 de enero de 2012
  3. La Biblia III - martes 10 de enero de 2012
  4. La Biblia IV - miércoles 11 de enero de 2012
  5. La Biblia V - sábado 31 de diciembre de 2011

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