Prakarana 17
यह सोपान ‘धर्म-संकट में भक्ति की परीक्षा’ का है। राजधर्म, पुत्रधर्म, मातृभाव, और लोकलज्जा—इन सबके बीच राम-आज्ञा (ईश-आज्ञा) को सर्वोच्च मानने की साधना यहाँ घटित होती है। अयोध्या का वैभव-त्याग भीतर के ‘अहं-राज्य’ का विसर्जन बनता है; भरत का विलाप और फिर धीरज—वैराग्य-युक्त प्रेम (विवेक सहित करुणा) की सीढ़ी है।
In this passage karuṇā-rasa is predominant, yet it is not mere grief—it is compassion disciplined by dharma-awareness. Bharata’s cry of “Tāt! Tāt!” reveals a son’s helpless heart; Kaikeyī’s line—“scraping the wound as though pouring poison”—gives psychological cruelty a sharp metaphor. Thereafter Kauśalyā’s motherhood transforms compassion into peace: her counsel, “Hold fast to patience,” turns karuṇā toward śānta. Here Tulasīdāsa converts “līlā” (Rāma’s forest-exile) into “sādhana” (obedience, vairāgya, the dharma of the world). Bharata’s vow-like speech (reckoning of sins) becomes a test of self-purification: he binds his own mind publicly into a dhārmic pledge. Thus this section becomes, in the staircase-order, a rung from “viraha to viveka” and from “grief to śaraṇāgati.”
Verses
Chaupai 160.1-4
तात बात मैं सकल सँवारी।भै मंथरा सहाय बिचारी।।
कछुक काज बिधि बीच बिगारेउ।भूपति सुरपति पुर पगु धारेउ।।
सुनत भरतु भए बिबस बिषादा।जनु सहमेउ करि केहरि नादा।।
तात तात हा तात पुकारी।परे भूमितल ब्याकुल भारी।।
चलत न देखन पायउँ तोही।तात न रामहि सौंपेहु मोही।।
बहुरि धीर धरि उठे सँभारी।कहु पितु मरन हेतु महतारी।।
सुनि सुत बचन कहति कैकेई।मरमु पाँछि जनु माहुर देई।।
आदिहु तें सब आपनि करनी।कुटिल कठोर मुदित मन बरनी।।
tāta bāta maiṁ sakala sãvārī |bhai maṁtharā sahāya bicārī ||
kachuka kāja bidhi bīca bigāreu |bhūpati surapati pura pagu dhāreu ||
sunata bharatu bhae bibasa biṣādā |janu sahameu kari kehari nādā ||
tāta tāta hā tāta pukārī |pare bhūmitala byākula bhārī ||
calata na dekhana pāyaũ tohī |tāta na rāmahi sauṁpehu mohī ||
bahuri dhīra dhari uṭhe sãbhārī |kahu pitu marana hetu mahatārī ||
suni suta bacana kahati kaikeī |maramu pā̃chi janu māhura deī ||
ādihu teṁ saba āpani karanī |kuṭila kaṭhora mudita mana baranī ||
"My son, I had arranged everything, and poor Manthara became my helper. But Fate spoiled the business partway: the king has set his foot in the city of Indra, the lord of the gods." On hearing this Bharata was overcome with grief, like an elephant terrified at the roar of a lion. Crying out "Father, father, alas, my father!" he fell upon the ground, greatly distraught. "I was not able to see you as you departed, father, and you did not entrust me to Rama." Then, gathering his courage, he steadied himself and rose, and said, "Mother, tell me the cause of my father's death." Hearing her son's words, Kaikeyi answered like one who probes a wound and pours poison into it. Cunning and hard of heart, she described with a glad mind all her own doings, from the very beginning.
Doha 160
भरतहि बिसरेउ पितु मरन सुनत राम बन गौनु।हेतु अपनपउ जानि जियँ थकित रहे धरि मौनु।।160।।
bharatahi bisareu pitu marana sunata rāma bana gaunu |hetu apanapau jāni jiyã thakita rahe dhari maunu ||160||
Bharata forgot his father's death when he heard of Rama's going to the forest. Realizing in his heart that he himself was the cause, he stood stunned and kept silent.
Chaupai 161.1-4
बिकल बिलोकि सुतहि समुझावति।मनहुँ जरे पर लोनु लगावति।।
तात राउ नहिं सोचे जोगू।बिढ़इ सुकृत जसु कीन्हेउ भोगू।।
जीवत सकल जनम फल पाए।अंत अमरपति सदन सिधाए।।
अस अनुमानि सोच परिहरहू।सहित समाज राज पुर करहू।।
सुनि सुठि सहमेउ राजकुमारू।पाकें छत जनु लाग अँगारू।।
धीरज धरि भरि लेहिं उसासा।पापनि सबहि भाँति कुल नासा।।
जौं पै कुरुचि रही अति तोही।जनमत काहे न मारे मोही।।
पेड़ काटि तैं पालउ सींचा।मीन जिअन निति बारि उलीचा।।
bikala biloki sutahi samujhāvati |manahũ jare para lonu lagāvati ||
tāta rāu nahiṁ soce jogū |biṛhai sukṛta jasu kīnheu bhogū ||
jīvata sakala janama phala pāe |aṁta amarapati sadana sidhāe ||
asa anumāni soca pariharahū |sahita samāja rāja pura karahū ||
suni suṭhi sahameu rājakumārū |pākeṁ chata janu lāga ãgārū ||
dhīraja dhari bhari lehiṁ usāsā |pāpani sabahi bhā̃ti kula nāsā ||
jauṁ pai kuruci rahī ati tohī |janamata kāhe na māre mohī ||
peṛa kāṭi taiṁ pālau sīṁcā |mīna jiana niti bāri ulīcā ||
Seeing her son distraught, she tried to console him, yet it was as if she were rubbing salt on a burn. "My son, the king is not a fit object of grief. He amassed great merit and renown, and then enjoyed the fruits of them." "In his lifetime he gained every fruit of birth, and at the end he departed to the abode of the lord of the immortals." "Considering this, put aside your grief, and rule the kingdom and the city together with all your people." Hearing this, the prince shrank back in great dread, as though a live coal had been laid on a festering sore. Gathering his courage, he drew a deep sigh: "Sinful woman, you have destroyed the whole family in every way." "If you had such a great wickedness in your heart, why did you not kill me at my very birth?" "You cut down the tree and then water its branches; you drain the pond dry and then try to keep the fish alive."
Doha 161
हंसबंसु दसरथु जनकु राम लखन से भाइ।जननी तूँ जननी भई बिधि सन कछु न बसाइ।।161।।
haṁsabaṁsu dasarathu janaku rāma lakhana se bhāi |jananī tū̃ jananī bhaī bidhi sana kachu na basāi ||161||
My line is the solar race, my father is Dasharatha, and my brothers are Rama and Lakshmana; and yet you, who are my mother, have become such a mother. Nothing can be done against Fate.
Chaupai 162.1-4
जब तैं कुमति कुमत जियँ ठयऊ।खंड खंड होइ हृदउ न गयऊ।।
बर मागत मन भइ नहिं पीरा।गरि न जीह मुहँ परेउ न कीरा।।
भूपँ प्रतीत तोरि किमि कीन्ही।मरन काल बिधि मति हरि लीन्ही।।
बिधिहुँ न नारि हृदय गति जानी।सकल कपट अघ अवगुन खानी।।
सरल सुसील धरम रत राऊ।सो किमि जानै तीय सुभाऊ।।
अस को जीव जंतु जग माहीं।जेहि रघुनाथ प्रानप्रिय नाहीं।।
भे अति अहित रामु तेउ तोही।को तू अहसि सत्य कहु मोही।।
जो हसि सो हसि मुहँ मसि लाई।आँखि ओट उठि बैठहिं जाई।।
jaba taiṁ kumati kumata jiyã ṭhayaū |khaṁḍa khaṁḍa hoi hṛdau na gayaū ||
bara māgata mana bhai nahiṁ pīrā |gari na jīha muhã pareu na kīrā ||
bhūpã pratīta tori kimi kīnhī |marana kāla bidhi mati hari līnhī ||
bidhihũ na nāri hṛdaya gati jānī |sakala kapaṭa agha avaguna khānī ||
sarala susīla dharama rata rāū |so kimi jānai tīya subhāū ||
asa ko jīva jaṁtu jaga māhīṁ |jehi raghunātha prānapriya nāhīṁ ||
bhe ati ahita rāmu teu tohī |ko tū ahasi satya kahu mohī ||
jo hasi so hasi muhã masi lāī |ā̃khi oṭa uṭhi baiṭhahiṁ jāī ||
From the moment you set your evil design, your wicked counsel, in your mind, why did your heart not break into pieces? As you asked for the boons, your mind felt no pain, your tongue did not burn away, and no worms fell into your mouth. How did the king come to trust you? The hour of his death had come, and God had taken away his understanding. Even Brahma has not understood the workings of a woman's heart, which is a mine of all deceit, sin and vice. The king was simple, gentle and devoted to righteousness; how could he know the nature of a woman? Is there any creature in the world to whom Rama, the Lord of the Raghus, is not dear as life? Yet even he has become your bitter enemy. Who are you? Tell me the truth. Whatever you are, you are, but you have smeared your face with soot. Rise, go and sit out of my sight.
Doha 162
राम बिरोधी हृदय तें प्रगट कीन्ह बिधि मोहि।मो समान को पातकी बादि कहउँ कछु तोहि।।162।।
rāma birodhī hṛdaya teṁ pragaṭa kīnha bidhi mohi |mo samāna ko pātakī bādi kahaũ kachu tohi ||162||
Brahma brought me forth from a heart that is hostile to Rama. Who is there as sinful as I am? It is in vain that I say anything to you.
Chaupai 163.1-4
सुनि सत्रुघुन मातु कुटिलाई।जरहिं गात रिस कछु न बसाई।।
तेहि अवसर कुबरी तहँ आई।बसन बिभूषन बिबिध बनाई।।
लखि रिस भरेउ लखन लघु भाई।बरत अनल घृत आहुति पाई।।
हुमगि लात तकि कूबर मारा।परि मुह भर महि करत पुकारा।।
कूबर टूटेउ फूट कपारू।दलित दसन मुख रुधिर प्रचारू।।
आह दइअ मैं काह नसावा।करत नीक फलु अनइस पावा।।
सुनि रिपुहन लखि नख सिख खोटी।लगे घसीटन धरि धरि झोंटी।।
भरत दयानिधि दीन्हि छड़ाई।कौसल्या पहिं गे दोउ भाई।।
suni satrughuna mātu kuṭilāī |jarahiṁ gāta risa kachu na basāī ||
tehi avasara kubarī tahã āī |basana bibhūṣana bibidha banāī ||
lakhi risa bhareu lakhana laghu bhāī |barata anala ghṛta āhuti pāī ||
humagi lāta taki kūbara mārā |pari muha bhara mahi karata pukārā ||
kūbara ṭūṭeu phūṭa kapārū |dalita dasana mukha rudhira pracārū ||
āha daia maiṁ kāha nasāvā |karata nīka phalu anaisa pāvā ||
suni ripuhana lakhi nakha sikha khoṭī |lage ghasīṭana dhari dhari jhoṁṭī ||
bharata dayānidhi dīnhi chaṛāī |kausalyā pahiṁ ge dou bhāī ||
When Shatrughna heard of his mother's wickedness, his whole body burned, and in his anger he could not restrain himself. At that moment the hunchback Kubari came there, adorned with clothes and ornaments of many kinds. At the sight of her, Lakshmana's younger brother was filled with rage, like a fire blazing up when it receives an offering of ghee. He sprang forward, took aim, and struck a kick at her hump; she fell flat on her face on the ground, crying out. Her hump was broken and her head split open, her teeth were smashed, and blood streamed from her mouth. "Ah, God! What harm have I done? I did good, and this is the fruit I have received, an evil one." Hearing this, Shatrughna looked at her, wicked from her nails to the crown of her head, and began to drag her about, seizing her again and again by the hair. Bharata, the storehouse of compassion, got her freed, and then the two brothers went to Kausalya.
Doha 163
मलिन बसन बिबरन बिकल कृस सरीर दुख भार।कनक कलप बर बेलि बन मानहुँ हनी तुसार।।163।।
malina basana bibarana bikala kṛsa sarīra dukha bhāra |kanaka kalapa bara beli bana mānahũ hanī tusāra ||163||
She was in soiled garments, pale and distraught, her body wasted and weighed down by sorrow, as if a fine creeper of the golden wish-granting tree in the forest had been struck by frost.
Chaupai 164.1-4
भरतहि देखि मातु उठि धाई।मुरुछित अवनि परी झइँ आई।।
देखत भरतु बिकल भए भारी।परे चरन तन दसा बिसारी।।
मातु तात कहँ देहि देखाई।कहँ सिय रामु लखनु दोउ भाई।।
कैकइ कत जनमी जग माझा।जौं जनमि त भइ काहे न बाँझा।।
कुल कलंकु जेहिं जनमेउ मोही।अपजस भाजन प्रियजन द्रोही।।
को तिभुवन मोहि सरिस अभागी।गति असि तोरि मातु जेहि लागी।।
पितु सुरपुर बन रघुबर केतू।मैं केवल सब अनरथ हेतु।।
धिग मोहि भयउँ बेनु बन आगी।दुसह दाह दुख दूषन भागी।।
bharatahi dekhi mātu uṭhi dhāī |muruchita avani parī jhaĩ āī ||
dekhata bharatu bikala bhae bhārī |pare carana tana dasā bisārī ||
mātu tāta kahã dehi dekhāī |kahã siya rāmu lakhanu dou bhāī ||
kaikai kata janamī jaga mājhā |jauṁ janami ta bhai kāhe na bā̃jhā ||
kula kalaṁku jehiṁ janameu mohī |apajasa bhājana priyajana drohī ||
ko tibhuvana mohi sarisa abhāgī |gati asi tori mātu jehi lāgī ||
pitu surapura bana raghubara ketū |maiṁ kevala saba anaratha hetu ||
dhiga mohi bhayaũ benu bana āgī |dusaha dāha dukha dūṣana bhāgī ||
Seeing Bharata, the mother rose and ran to him, but dizziness came over her and she fell fainting to the ground. At the sight Bharata was greatly distressed; forgetting the state of his own body, he fell at her feet. "Mother, show me my father. Where are Sita, and the two brothers Rama and Lakshmana? Why was Kaikeyi born into the world? Or if she was born, why was she not barren? She bore me, a stain upon the family, a vessel of disgrace, a traitor to those dear to me. Who in the three worlds is as unfortunate as I am, because of whom, mother, you have come to such a plight? My father has gone to the city of the gods, and the best of the Raghus is in the forest; I alone am the cause of all this calamity. Shame on me! I have become like fire in a bamboo grove, a sharer in intolerable burning, grief and blame."
Doha 164
मातु भरत के बचन मृदु सुनि सुनि उठी सँभारि।लिए उठाइ लगाइ उर लोचन मोचति बारि।।164।।
mātu bharata ke bacana mṛdu suni suni uṭhī sãbhāri |lie uṭhāi lagāi ura locana mocati bāri ||164||
Hearing Bharata's gentle words again and again, his mother gathered herself and rose. She lifted him up and clasped him to her breast, her eyes shedding tears.
Chaupai 165.1-4
सरल सुभाय मायँ हियँ लाए।अति हित मनहुँ राम फिरि आए।।
भेंटेउ बहुरि लखन लघु भाई।सोकु सनेहु न हृदयँ समाई।।
देखि सुभाउ कहत सबु कोई।राम मातु अस काहे न होई।।
माताँ भरतु गोद बैठारे।आँसु पौंछि मृदु बचन उचारे।।
अजहुँ बच्छ बलि धीरज धरहू।कुसमउ समुझि सोक परिहरहू।।
जनि मानहु हियँ हानि गलानी।काल करम गति अघटित जानि।।
काहुहि दोसु देहु जनि ताता।भा मोहि सब बिधि बाम बिधाता।।
जो एतेहुँ दुख मोहि जिआवा।अजहुँ को जानइ का तेहि भावा।।
sarala subhāya māyã hiyã lāe |ati hita manahũ rāma phiri āe ||
bheṁṭeu bahuri lakhana laghu bhāī |soku sanehu na hṛdayã samāī ||
dekhi subhāu kahata sabu koī |rāma mātu asa kāhe na hoī ||
mātā̃ bharatu goda baiṭhāre |ā̃su pauṁchi mṛdu bacana ucāre ||
ajahũ baccha bali dhīraja dharahū |kusamau samujhi soka pariharahū ||
jani mānahu hiyã hāni galānī |kāla karama gati aghaṭita jāni ||
kāhuhi dosu dehu jani tātā |bhā mohi saba bidhi bāma bidhātā ||
jo etehũ dukha mohi jiāvā |ajahũ ko jānai kā tehi bhāvā ||
In her simple and guileless nature the mother took Bharata to her heart with such deep love that it seemed Rama himself had come back. Then she embraced Lakshmana's younger brother also, and sorrow and affection could not be contained in her heart. Seeing her nature, everyone said: "Why should she not be so? She is Rama's mother." The mother seated Bharata in her lap, wiped away his tears, and spoke gentle words. "Even now, my child, I beg you, take courage. Understand that the time is evil, and give up your grief. Do not grieve in your heart over loss and remorse, knowing that the course of time and fate cannot be altered. Do not lay blame on anyone, my son. The Creator has turned against me in every way. He who has kept me alive even through such sorrow, who knows even now what pleases him?"
Doha 165
पितु आयस भूषन बसन तात तजे रघुबीर।बिसमउ हरषु न हृदयँ कछु पहिरे बलकल चीर।।165।।
pitu āyasa bhūṣana basana tāta taje raghubīra |bisamau haraṣu na hṛdayã kachu pahire balakala cīra ||165||
At his father's command, my son, Rama put off his ornaments and fine garments; and with neither dismay nor delight in his heart, he put on the bark garments.
Chaupai 166.1-4
मुख प्रसन्न मन रंग न रोषू।सब कर सब बिधि करि परितोषू।।
चले बिपिन सुनि सिय सँग लागी।रहइ न राम चरन अनुरागी।।
सुनतहिं लखनु चले उठि साथा।रहहिं न जतन किए रघुनाथा।।
तब रघुपति सबही सिरु नाई।चले संग सिय अरु लघु भाई।।
रामु लखनु सिय बनहि सिधाए।गइउँ न संग न प्रान पठाए।।
यहु सबु भा इन्ह आँखिन्ह आगें।तउ न तजा तनु जीव अभागें।।
मोहि न लाज निज नेहु निहारी।राम सरिस सुत मैं महतारी।।
जिऐ मरै भल भूपति जाना।मोर हृदय सत कुलिस समाना।।
mukha prasanna mana raṁga na roṣū |saba kara saba bidhi kari paritoṣū ||
cale bipina suni siya sãga lāgī |rahai na rāma carana anurāgī ||
sunatahiṁ lakhanu cale uṭhi sāthā |rahahiṁ na jatana kie raghunāthā ||
taba raghupati sabahī siru nāī |cale saṁga siya aru laghu bhāī ||
rāmu lakhanu siya banahi sidhāe |gaiũ na saṁga na prāna paṭhāe ||
yahu sabu bhā inha ā̃khinha āgeṁ |tau na tajā tanu jīva abhāgeṁ ||
mohi na lāja nija nehu nihārī |rāma sarisa suta maiṁ mahatārī ||
jiai marai bhala bhūpati jānā |mora hṛdaya sata kulisa samānā ||
His face was serene, and his mind showed no trace of anger or passion; he comforted everyone in every way. When Sita heard that he was going to the forest, she went along with him; devoted to Rama's feet, she could not stay behind. As soon as Lakshmana heard, he rose and went with them; though the Lord of the Raghus tried every means, he would not stay. Then Rama bowed his head to them all, and set out with Sita and his younger brother. Rama, Lakshmana and Sita departed for the forest. I did not go with them, nor did I send my life-breath after them. All this happened before these very eyes, and yet my luckless life did not leave my body. I feel no shame, even when I look upon my own love, I who am the mother of a son like Rama. The king knew well how to live and how to die; my heart is hard as a hundred thunderbolts.
Doha 166
कौसल्या के बचन सुनि भरत सहित रनिवास।ब्याकुल बिलपत राजगृह मानहुँ सोक नेवासु।।166।।
kausalyā ke bacana suni bharata sahita ranivāsa |byākula bilapata rājagṛha mānahũ soka nevāsu ||166||
Hearing Kausalya's words, Bharata and all the women of the palace wept in anguish, and the royal house seemed the very abode of sorrow.
Chaupai 167.1-4
बिलपहिं बिकल भरत दोउ भाई।कौसल्याँ लिए हृदयँ लगाई।।
भाँति अनेक भरतु समुझाए।कहि बिबेकमय बचन सुनाए।।
भरतहुँ मातु सकल समुझाईं।कहि पुरान श्रुति कथा सुहाईं।।
छल बिहीन सुचि सरल सुबानी।बोले भरत जोरि जुग पानी।।
जे अघ मातु पिता सुत मारें।गाइ गोठ महिसुर पुर जारें।।
जे अघ तिय बालक बध कीन्हें।मीत महीपति माहुर दीन्हें।।
जे पातक उपपातक अहहीं।करम बचन मन भव कबि कहहीं।।
ते पातक मोहि होहुँ बिधाता।जौं यहु होइ मोर मत माता।।
bilapahiṁ bikala bharata dou bhāī |kausalyā̃ lie hṛdayã lagāī ||
bhā̃ti aneka bharatu samujhāe |kahi bibekamaya bacana sunāe ||
bharatahũ mātu sakala samujhāīṁ |kahi purāna śruti kathā suhāīṁ ||
chala bihīna suci sarala subānī |bole bharata jori juga pānī ||
je agha mātu pitā suta māreṁ |gāi goṭha mahisura pura jāreṁ ||
je agha tiya bālaka badha kīnheṁ |mīta mahīpati māhura dīnheṁ ||
je pātaka upapātaka ahahīṁ |karama bacana mana bhava kabi kahahīṁ ||
te pātaka mohi hohũ bidhātā |jauṁ yahu hoi mora mata mātā ||
The two brothers, Bharata and Shatrughna, wept in distress, and Kausalya took them to her heart and embraced them. In many ways she consoled Bharata, speaking to him words full of wisdom. All the mothers also comforted Bharata, recounting lovely tales from the Puranas and the Vedas. Free from all guile, pure and simple were the fair words Bharata spoke, with his two hands joined. The sins that come from slaying mother, father or son, from burning a cow-pen with its cattle, or a city of Brahmans, the sins that come from killing a woman or a child, or from giving poison to a friend or a king, all the great sins and lesser sins that exist, which the poets declare to arise from deed, word and thought, may all those sins be mine, O Creator, if this was my counsel, mother.
Doha 167
जे परिहरि हरि हर चरन भजहिं भूतगन घोर।तेहि कइ गति मोहि देउ बिधि जौं जननी मत मोर।।167।।
je parihari hari hara carana bhajahiṁ bhūtagana ghora |tehi kai gati mohi deu bidhi jauṁ jananī mata mora ||167||
Those who forsake the feet of Hari and Hara and worship the dreadful hosts of ghosts and spirits: may Brahma grant me their fate, if, mother, this was my counsel.
Chaupai 168.1-4
बेचहिं बेदु धरमु दुहि लेहीं।पिसुन पराय पाप कहि देहीं।।
कपटी कुटिल कलहप्रिय क्रोधी।बेद बिदूषक बिस्व बिरोधी।।
लोभी लंपट लोलुपचारा।जे ताकहिं परधनु परदारा।।
पावौं मैं तिन्ह के गति घोरा।जौं जननी यहु संमत मोरा।।
जे नहिं साधुसंग अनुरागे।परमारथ पथ बिमुख अभागे।।
जे न भजहिं हरि नरतनु पाई।जिन्हहि न हरि हर सुजसु सोहाई।।
तजि श्रुतिपंथु बाम पथ चलहीं।बंचक बिरचि बेष जगु छलहीं।।
तिन्ह कै गति मोहि संकर देऊ।जननी जौं यहु जानौं भेऊ।।
becahiṁ bedu dharamu duhi lehīṁ |pisuna parāya pāpa kahi dehīṁ ||
kapaṭī kuṭila kalahapriya krodhī |beda bidūṣaka bisva birodhī ||
lobhī laṁpaṭa lolupacārā |je tākahiṁ paradhanu paradārā ||
pāvauṁ maiṁ tinha ke gati ghorā |jauṁ jananī yahu saṁmata morā ||
je nahiṁ sādhusaṁga anurāge |paramāratha patha bimukha abhāge ||
je na bhajahiṁ hari naratanu pāī |jinhahi na hari hara sujasu sohāī ||
taji śrutipaṁthu bāma patha calahīṁ |baṁcaka biraci beṣa jagu chalahīṁ ||
tinha kai gati mohi saṁkara deū |jananī jauṁ yahu jānauṁ bheū ||
Those who sell the Veda, milking religion for gain, and the slanderers who go about proclaiming the faults and sins of others; the deceitful, the crooked, those who love quarrels, the wrathful, the revilers of the Veda, the enemies of the whole world; the greedy, the lecherous, the gluttonous and licentious in their ways, who cast their eyes on another's wealth and another's wife: may I come to their dreadful fate, mother, if this plot had my consent. Those who take no delight in the company of the holy, the unfortunate who turn their faces from the path to the highest good; who, having won a human body, do not worship Hari, and to whom the fair renown of Hari and Hara is not pleasing; who forsake the path of the Vedas and walk the contrary road, and who, as impostors in contrived disguise, deceive the world: may Shankara give me their fate, mother, if I knew the secret of this plot.
Doha 168
मातु भरत के बचन सुनि साँचे सरल सुभायँ।कहति राम प्रिय तात तुम्ह सदा बचन मन कायँ।।168।।
mātu bharata ke bacana suni sā̃ce sarala subhāyã |kahati rāma priya tāta tumha sadā bacana mana kāyã ||168||
Hearing Bharata's words, true, simple and sincere by nature, his mother said, "Son, you are dear to Rama, always, in word, in mind and in deed."
Chaupai 169.1-4
राम प्रानहु तें प्रान तुम्हारे।तुम्ह रघुपतिहि प्रानहु तें प्यारे।।
बिधु बिष चवै स्रवै हिमु आगी।होइ बारिचर बारि बिरागी।।
भएँ ग्यानु बरु मिटै न मोहू।तुम्ह रामहि प्रतिकूल न होहू।।
मत तुम्हार यहु जो जग कहहीं।सो सपनेहुँ सुख सुगति न लहहीं।।
अस कहि मातु भरतु हियँ लाए।थन पय स्रवहिं नयन जल छाए।।
करत बिलाप बहुत यहि भाँती।बैठेहिं बीति गइ सब राती।।
बामदेउ बसिष्ठ तब आए।सचिव महाजन सकल बोलाए।।
मुनि बहु भाँति भरत उपदेसे।कहि परमारथ बचन सुदेसे।।
rāma prānahu teṁ prāna tumhāre |tumha raghupatihi prānahu teṁ pyāre ||
bidhu biṣa cavai sravai himu āgī |hoi bāricara bāri birāgī ||
bhaẽ gyānu baru miṭai na mohū |tumha rāmahi pratikūla na hohū ||
mata tumhāra yahu jo jaga kahahīṁ |so sapanehũ sukha sugati na lahahīṁ ||
asa kahi mātu bharatu hiyã lāe |thana paya sravahiṁ nayana jala chāe ||
karata bilāpa bahuta yahi bhā̃tī |baiṭhehiṁ bīti gai saba rātī ||
bāmadeu basiṣṭha taba āe |saciva mahājana sakala bolāe ||
muni bahu bhā̃ti bharata upadese |kahi paramāratha bacana sudese ||
Rama is dearer to you than your very life, and you are dearer to Rama, the Lord of the Raghus, than his own life. The moon might rain down poison, and snow might give out fire; a creature of the water might become indifferent to water. Even when knowledge has dawned, delusion might still not be dispelled; but you could never turn against Rama. Those who say in the world that this was your plan will never gain happiness or a good destiny, even in a dream. So saying, his mother clasped Bharata to her heart; milk flowed from her breasts and her eyes filled with tears. While they lamented in this way at great length, sitting there, the whole night passed. Then Vamadeva and Vasishtha came, and summoned all the ministers and the leading citizens. The sage instructed Bharata in many ways, speaking excellent words about the highest truth.
Doha 169
तात हृदयँ धीरजु धरहु करहु जो अवसर आजु।उठे भरत गुर बचन सुनि करन कहेउ सबु साजु।।169।।
tāta hṛdayã dhīraju dharahu karahu jo avasara āju |uṭhe bharata gura bacana suni karana kaheu sabu sāju ||169||
"Child, hold steady in your heart, and do what the occasion requires today." Hearing the guru's words, Bharata rose and gave orders for all the preparations to be made.
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