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idly. It must destroy something. Tell me,
shall
it
destroy
your
powers
of
locomotion, or would you rather that it
consumes the fruits of your tapas?"
As the son of Dasaratha strung the bow
of Vishnu, the glory on Parasurama's face
faded, and he stood, no longer the warlike
conqueror, but a self-subdued rishi, for the
purpose of the Parasurama avatar was
over.
Parasurama said mildly to the Prince of
Ayodhya: "I realise who you are. I am not
sorry
that
you
have
quenched
my
arrogance. Let all my tapas go to you. But
because of my promise to Kashyapa, I
cannot remain in his domains and have
therefore to hurry back to the Mahendra
Mountains before the sunsets. Let me use
my power of locomotion for this single
thing. Subject to this, let the arrow which
you have set to the bow consume all my
power earned through tapas."
So saying, Parasurama went in reverent
circumambulation around the prince and
departed. Ayodhya's citizens were over-
joyed to bear that Dasaratha and the royal
princes were returning to the capital. The
city was festive with flowers and shone
like the deva-loka.
Rama
and
Sita
lived
happily
in
Ayodhya for twelve years. Rama had
surrendered his heart to Sita. It was
difficult for one to say whether their love
grew because of their virtues or it was
planted in their beauty of form. Their
hearts communed even without speech.
Sita, rejoicing in Rama's love, shone like
Lakshmi in heaven.
Long afterwards, when their forest-life
began, Anasuya, the great sage Atri's holy
wife, extolled Sita's love for Rama.
And Sita answered: "How else could it
be? Rama is a perfect being. His love for
me equals mine for him. His affection is
unchanging.
Pure
of
heart,
he
has
mastered the senses."
11. FESTIVE PREPARATIONS
RAMA and Sita spent twelve happy
years in Ayodhya. But now the Lord and
his
consort
in
human
form
had
to
experience the hardships, sorrows and
conflicts of life on earth.
As
Bhagavan
himself
explains:
"Whatever avatar I assume, my play must
go through the feelings and experiences
appropriate to that incarnation."
Who was the Prince of Ayodhya who
through his body, life and experience,
suffered the sorrows of mankind and
saved the gods? The ever-present, all-
pervasive Being who rules the world from
within and without.
Kamban, the Tamil poet, begins the
Ayodhya Kanda referring to this marvel
of how the King of Kings allowed himself
to suffer the cruel machinations of the
hunchback maid-servant and of a step-
mother which deprived him of the sceptre
and banished birn to the forest and beyond
the sea.
Dasaratha loved all his, four sons and