The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Translated into English Prose: Sabha Parva
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The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Translated into English Prose: Sabha Parva
Epic literature, Sanskrit
It behoveth not me, therefore, to kill the
infant child of such an illustrious and virtuous monarch. The Rakshasa
woman then, holding the child in her arms like the clouds enveloping
the sun, and assuming a human form, told the king these words,--"O
Vrihadratha, this is thy child. Given to thee by me, O, take it. It
hath been born of both thy wives by virtue of the command of the great
Brahmana. Cast away by the midwives, it hath been protected by me!"'
"Krishna continued,--'O thou foremost of the Bharata race, the handsome
daughters of the king of Kasi, having obtained the child, soon drenched
it with their lacteal streams. The king ascertaining everything, was
filled with joy, and addressing that female cannibal disguised as a
human being possessing the complexion of gold, asked,--O thou of the
complexion of the filament of the lotus, who art thou that givest me
this child? O auspicious one, thou seemest to me as a goddess roaming
at thy pleasure!'
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"Krishna continued,--'Hearing these words of the king, the Rakshasa
woman answered--"Blessed be thou, O king of kings. Capable of assuming
any form at will, I am a Rakshasa woman called Jara. I am living, O
king, happily in thy house, worshipped by all. Every day I wander from
house to house of men. Indeed, I was created of old by the Self-create
and was named Grihadevi (the household goddess). Of celestial beauty I
was placed (in the world) for the destruction of the Danavas. He that
with devotion painteth on the walls (of his house) a likeness of myself
endued with youth and in the midst of children, must have prosperity in
his abode; otherwise a household must sustain decay and destruction. O
lord, painted on the walls of thy house is a likeness of myself
surrounded by numerous children. Stationed there I am daily worshipped
with scents and flowers, with incense and edibles and various objects
of enjoyment. Thus worshipped in thy house, I daily think of doing thee
some good in return. It chanced, O virtuous king, that I beheld the
fragmentary bodies of thy son. When these happened to be united by me,
a living child was formed of them. O great king, it hath been so owing
to thy good fortune alone. I have been only the instrument, I am
capable of swallowing the mountain of Meru itself, what shall I say of
the child? I have, however, been gratified with thee in consequence of
the worship I receive in thy house. It is, therefore, O king, that I
have bestowed this child on thee."'
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