The Ultimate Liberator!

For the seekers of knowledge
Can there be a knowledge?
better than
The Knowledge of The Divine, Shri Rama!

The one who liberated
Even the blades of grasses
And all the swarms of ants

Leaving none behind
That ever existed
In the Good City of Ayodhya

And placed them in
An exotic heaven
Created exclusively for them
By the Great Grandshire Brahma!

-Nammazhvaar


Ramayanam is Agriculture
Bhagavatham is Harvest
-Me


The twin-syllable, Rama
When a devotee exalts!
The Birth-Death cycle
It permanently halts

Goodness and Wealth
It everyday brings
Sin and poverty
It cleanses and shrinks

-Kambar


Goodness Honesty Sweetness Simplicity
Gentleness Strength Humility Bravery
Valour Talent Prowess Success
Memory Trustworthiness Heroism Genuinity
Such adorable qualities and so much more
By chanting Rama's name you will score!

-Me

My Lord's Story: Goodness Incarnate

Ramayanam in English poetry.

The Supreme Lord of the Universe was once born on this earth as a Human Being, faced challenges and had His share of pain and pleasure going through both good and bad times like any of us. Like any of us He too, took His turn in laughter and cry.

This humility of The Lord, that makes Him come down to earth and share with us our difficulties to show us a way to handle them is what I admire in Him. This quality of Him, makes me surrender to Him unconditionally and makes me want to sing His Glory on and on and on.

My Lord's Story is an out pour of my devotion that seeps out in gratitude for the pains He took to be a lighthouse for us, to cross the ocean of Samsara.

Links to all the posts have been provided in an order on the right side column.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Oarsman’s trick!

Lord Rama woke up opening His beautiful eyes
Resembling lotuses blossoming on seeing sunrise
His eyelids while opening were like, shells of the sea
Revealing black coloured pearls gleaming with glee

Mother Sita had already woken before Him
The jungle had raised Her wit and vim
She always wanted, by Her Husband, to be seen
Beautiful, brisk and decorated serene

Lakshman had made all arrangements for his Lord
To perform worship to the sun as per Vedic record
He became a mother in caring for His Brother’s needs
Not as a service, but worship, he performed his deeds

Guha by this time had arranged, vegetarian food
Fruits, roots and green leaves, tasty and good
He had seen in Shri Rama, the meaning of noble
He was inspired by Lakshman to be selfless and able

Sumanthra was the one who was now sad at heart
Knowing Rama would order him to soon depart
He gazed at Rama as if to capture Rama’s image
It looked as if he was trying to gauge

If he could take Rama captive in his virtual mind
In order to prevent Rama from staying behind
He realised the futility of what his helpless mind wished
He could not stop the tear that profusely gushed

Lord Rama worshipped the sun giving water as oblations
This gave Him clarity in seeing, amidst problems, solutions
Rama then accepted the food, Guha offered with care
Sita and Lakshman also accepted their humble share

Lord Rama then approached Sumanthra, the earnest
Folded His palms in reverence and spoke words, honest
“Venerable Sir, Thou to me have been more like a father
I seek your permission, in my journey, to continue further

Though being a minister, you took up the rein
And served me as a driver, not expecting gain
I know how much your heart would pain
In seeing my image, as I go, become wane

Yet I have to say, it is time for us to part
With gratitude I appreciate you, for your part
Go back home and be with my dad
You are the best friend, he always had

Tell him we are happy and help him lighten
Let his face that is dark with sorrow, brighten
Tell our mothers, we send our regards with respect
On noble Bharatha’s character, let them not suspect

Serve my brother, like you served my father
The subjects support for him, you must gather
When you meet my brother next, you must tell
I will always be praying for him to be well

Tell him to accept the Kingdom without any guilt
I know it was his mother, not him, for me being jilt
Tell him when I return, I will not dispute over right
I will lay my life for him, rather than starting a fight”

Saying thus Lord Rama ended His message
To Sumanthra’s heart it was a heavy luggage
Anyway he nodded realising its worthy weightage
He decided to carry it without demanding freightage

To keep Rama with him for ever, Guha desperately desired
Even to surrender his kingdom, he was truly inspired
He spoke words, through which his devotion transpired
Hoping to succeed in achieving for what he aspired

“Shri Rama! To thy holy feet, I surrender my all
May Your rule on this kingdom from now befall
You father’s words don’t fail as this is already jungle
I want you to be with us, as our King, and mingle”

“Dear Guha! What merit have I done to be your friend!?
One’s own kingdom for his friend, who could extend!?
Goose bumps through me, your loving words send
As a fifth brother in my heart you have tightly blend

Wishing to make the exile term useful, I have taken
Some vows as per the Vedas that cannot be shaken
In staying with you, Father’s promise does not flaw
But I cannot do my penance abiding ascetic law

Thank you so much for making this noble offer
One who has friends like you is never a pauper
Enjoying comfort and pleasure I must not stay
Please forgive me and allow me to go my way”

Guha, though not happy, realised Rama’s position
He could appreciate the genuinity in Rama’s decision
He fell at Lord Rama’s feet seeking Rama’s blessing
Rama blessed Guha, with an embrace that was pressing

Rama’s action proves that in His eyes all are same
Though one may belong, by caste, to any frame
It also brings to light that He is simple by mind
To the fact that He was royal, He was always blind

Lord Rama then discussed with Guha about His route
And decided, crossing Ganges on a boat, would best suit
Guha ordered his men to summon his personal oarsman
And wait at the place where the river’s course ran

The oarsman was not a very educated man
To Lord Rama he had already become a fan
He was also among the crowd that spent the dark
In awe and amazement hearing Lakshman talk

When Guha told him, to take Rama across
He straight away refused to obey his boss
Embarrassed before Rama, Guha asked for a reason
To which the oarsman replied without any confusion

“Dear King, for not obeying your words I am sorry
Only yesterday we heard your divine friend’s story
Though I love to serve Him, I am afraid to
Thinking of what His Holy Feet’s dust can do

In case my boat becomes a girl, like the stone
My wife will fight with me and break my bone
Even her anger I can manage, if I try to sob
But I will end up with two wives and no job”

The divine three and Guha laughed at this
Guha tried to tell him, nothing would go amiss
But the oarsman was not convinced enough
To make him see the truth was very tough

Lord Rama said He was going to wash His feet
The oarsman could check for himself if it was neat
And then he could allow Lord Rama to board
The beautifully decorated boat that is shored

Though the oarsman did appreciate the thought
It could not untie completely his doubtful knot
He personally wanted to do the cleaning
Guha now realised the oarsman’s meaning

“So intentionally you put up all this Drama
Seeking a chance to worship the feet of Shri Rama!?”
He looked to Lord Rama for opinion with a smile
Lord Rama agreed to accede, to the oarsman’s guile

The oarsman made Lord Rama sit
On a rock that was flat and fit
For Lord Rama’s Feet, he placed a wooden slate
He worshipped The Feet, singing a song innate

“Even great sages wait for years, in numbers, vast
For the moment their Lord blesses them, at last
But this fortunate one is here, before his Lord, now
Could anyone understand this and tell me how?

How blessed am I to be here now!
And see the Feet that blessings bestow!
To the feet that carry The Noblest, I bow
At the sight of which my heart seeps love

These feet, that kicked King Dasaratha on the face
And filled him with joy like he was in a heavenly place
These feet that walked on Queen Kausalya’s breast
Filling her with pride like she was honoured in a fest

These feet, that rode on mighty elephants
Which were overjoyed, like carrying their own infants
These feet, that hopped onto energetic horses
Making them want to run for ever, without pauses

These feet, those carry that mighty hero
Who reduced miscreant numbers to zero
And helped Vishwamitra complete his work
Not expecting anything in return as perk

These feet, that entered the Mithila city
And wiped off King Janaka’s longtime pity
These feet, that Mother Sita daily wakes upon
And touches them in worship at dusk and dawn

I am blessed as I pour water on it
I am blessed as I am cleansing it
The feet that cleansed Ahalya’s sins
Cleanses my soul as I rinse

To apply on it, I do not have sandal paste
Yet my worship to it will not go waste
For the one these feet carry is the most merciful
In protecting the surrendered ones He is ever dutiful

Won’t this precious moment, last for ever?
Can I not always be with the most gracious giver?
Anyway, I have already captured Him in my heart
Why should I worry, if He wants to depart?

The Lord who has a duty towards all other creatures
Has spend this moment for me, to admire His features
Expecting anything more than this would be greedy
Let Him go to devotees who are, for his presence, needy

Remembering this moment I can spend my life
For this moment in my memory is filled, rife
Thank you my Lord for giving me a chance
Thank you my Lord for casting a glance

Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!”

Singing thus the oarsman finished his worship
Guha felt proud of having the man under his kingship
Thus the oarsman rejoiced in worshipping Ram
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!

2 comments:

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Sathish said...

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