Devibhagavatapurana 3.15: pañcadaśo'dhyāyaḥ | manoramayā bhāradvājāśramaṃ prati gamanam

3.15.1

vyāsa uvāca |
saṃyuge ca sati tatra bhūpayorāhavāya samupāttaśastrayoḥ |
krodhalobhavaśayoḥ samaṃ tataḥ sambabhūva tumulastu vimardaḥ ||

Vyâsa said:-- O king! When the war was declared, the two kings, excited by greed and anger, took up arms; and a dreadful encounter ensued.

3.15.2

saṃsthitaḥ sa samare dhṛtacāpaḥ pārthivaḥ pṛthulabāhuyudhājit |
saṃyutaḥ svabalavāhanādikairāhavāya kṛtaniścayo nṛpaḥ ||

On one side the king Yudhâjit of long arms, surrounded by his own army, with bows and arrows came ready to fight.

3.15.3

vīrasena iha sainyasaṃyutaḥ kṣātradharmamanusṛtya saṅgare |
putrikātmajahitāya pārthivaḥ saṃsthitaḥ surapateḥ samatejāḥ ||

On the other hand, the fiery Vîrasena, the second God of the Devas appeared in the battle, following a true Ksattriya custom, on behalf his daughter’s son.

3.15.4

sa bāṇavṛṣṭiṃ visasarja pārthivo yudhājitaṃ vīkṣya raṇe sthitañca |
giriṃ taḍitvāniva toyavṛṣṭibhiḥ krodhānvitaḥ satyaparākramo'sau ||

Then that truthful king Vîrasena, seeing Yudhâjit in battle, became very angry and hurled arrows on him, as a cloud rains on the mountain tops.

3.15.5

taṃ vīraseno viśikhaiḥ śilāśitaiḥ samāvṛṇodāśugamairajihmagaiḥ |
ciccheda bāṇaiśca śilīmukhānasau tenaiva muktānativegapātinaḥ ||

On being covered, as it were, by the sharp and swift arrows, sharpened on a stone slab hurled at him by Vîrasena, Yudhâjit, too, quickly, shot arrows at Vîrasena and cut off all his arrows.

3.15.6

gajarathaturagāṇāṃ sambabhūvātiyuddhaṃ suranaramunisaṅghairvīkṣitañcātighoram |
vitatavihagavṛndairāvṛtaṃ vyoma sadyaḥ piśitamaśitukāmaiḥ kāmagṛdhrādibhiśca ||

O King! A dreadful fight then ensued between the cavalries, the warriors on the elephants; and the Devas, men, and Munis began to witness this terrible battle with wonder and astonishment. Birds, vultures and crows, desirous to eat the flesh of the dead soldiers, flew in the air.

3.15.7

tatrādbhutā kṣatajasindhuruvāha ghorā vṛndebhya eva gajavīraturaṅgamāṇām |
trāsāvahā nayanamārgagatā narāṇāṃ pāpātmanāṃ ravijamārgabhaveva kāmam ||

Blood of elephants, horses and warriors, the bodies that lay dead, flowed in torrents awfully like rivers in that deadly battle ground. The torrent of blood excited fear amongst those who came to see it, as the river Vaitarani on the way to hell (the Lord of Death) is very fearful to the sinners.

3.15.8

kīrṇāni bhinnapuline naramastakāni keśāvṛtāni ca vibhānti yathaiva sindhau |
tumbīphalāni vihitāni vihartukāmai-rbālairyathā ravisutāprabhavaiśca nūnam ||

The human skulls were driven ashore by the current and they look like so many hollow shells of gourds scattered there for the play of the boys on the banks of the Jumnâ.

3.15.9

vīraṃ mṛtaṃ bhuvi gataṃ patitaṃ rathādvai gṛdhraḥ palārthamupari bhramatīti manye |
jīvo'pyasau nijaśarīramavekṣya kāntaṃ kāṅkṣatyaho'tivivaśo'pi punaḥ praveṣṭum ||

When any warrior lay dead on the field, the vultures began to fly about in the air for devouring his flesh. It seemed then that the soul of the warrior beholding his beautiful body tried to reenter into his body, though he thought that it had become very inaccessible to him.

3.15.10

ājau hato'pi nṛvaraḥ suvimānarūḍhaḥ svāṅke sthitāṃ suravadhūṃ pravadatyabhīṣṭam |
paśyādhunā mama śarīramidaṃ pṛthivyāṃ bāṇāhataṃ nipatitaṃ karabhoru kāntam ||

Some warriors on being slain in the battle instantly arose in a celestial car to the heavens and was seen addressing the celestial nymph, who came already within his embrace, thus “O one of beautiful thighs. Behold! how my beautiful body is lying on the earth below!”

3.15.11

eko hatastu ripuṇaiva gato'ntarikṣaṃ devāṅganāṃ samadhigamya yuto vimāne |
tāvatpriyā hutavahe susamarpya dehaṃ jagrāha kāntamabalā sabalā svakīyā ||

Another warrrior thus slain got up in the heavens on a celestial car, came in possession of a celestial nymph and when he was sitting with her in the car, his former wife in the earth made herself a sati and burnt herself up in the funeral pyre, thus got a celestial body, came up to the heavens; and that chaste virtuous woman drew away perforce her own husband away from that celestial nymph.

3.15.12

yuddhe mṛtau ca subhaṭau divi saṅgatau tā-vanyonyaśastranihatau saha samprayātau |
tatraiva jaghnaturalaṃ paramāhitāstrā-vekāpsaro'rthavihatau kalahākulau ca ||

Two warriors, went up, slew each other and lay down dead at the same time. They went up in the heavens at the same time and there began quarrel with each other and fight with their weapons for one and the same celestial nymph.

3.15.13

kaścidyuvā samadhigamya surāṅganāṃ vai rūpādhikāṃ guṇavatīṃ kila bhaktiyuktaḥ |
svīyān guṇānpravitatānpravadaṃstadā'sau tāṃ premadāmanucakāra ca yogayuktaḥ ||

Some hero got in the heavens a nymph more lovely and beautiful than himself and he thus became very much attached and devoted her. He began to describe his own heroic qualities and also to copy dotedly the qualities of his lover so that she might remain faithfully attached to him.

3.15.14

bhaumaṃ rajo'tivitataṃ divi saṃsthitañca rātriṃ cakāra taraṇiñca samāvṛṇodyat |
magnaṃ tadeva rudhirāmbunidhāvakasmāt prādurbabhūva ravirapyatikāntiyuktaḥ ||

The dust, arising from the dreadful encounter of the soldiers in battle field, rose up in the air and covered the sun. It appeared night. After a while that dust became absorbed in the blood below, and the sun appeared very red, reflected with the colour of the blood.

3.15.15

kaścidgatastu gaganaṃ kila devakanyāṃ samprāpya cāruvadanāṃ kila bhaktiyuktām |
nāṅgīcakāra caturo vratanāśabhīto yāsyatyayaṃ mama vṛthā hyanukūlaśabdaḥ ||

Some Brahmachârî fought in the battle and was slain. He went up to the heavens; instantly a lovely eyed Devakanyâ, a celestial nymph desired to select him as bridegroom with great devotion. But that clever man did not accept the offer, thinking that his vow of Brahmacharya would be thus broken.

3.15.16

saṅgrāme saṃvṛte tatra yudhājitpṛthivīpatiḥ |
jaghāna vīrasenaṃ taṃ bāṇaistīvraiḥ sudāruṇaiḥ ||

O King! Thus when the battle was deadly, the king Yudhâjit shot a sharp, dreadful arrow at Vîrasena and severed his head from body. Vîrasena lay dead on the battle field and his army was routed. The soldiers fled away from the battle.

3.15.17

nihataḥ sa papātorvyāṃ chinnamūrdhā mahīpatiḥ |
prabhagnaṃ tadbalaṃ sarvaṃ nirgataṃ ca caturdiśam ||

3.15.18

manoramā hataṃ śrutvā pitaraṃ raṇamūrdhani |
bhayatrastātha sañjātā piturvairamanusmaran ||

Hearing that her father was slain in the battle, Manoramâ became very terrified and anxious. She then began to think that the vicious wicked king Yudhâjit will surely slay her son, for kingdom's sake and to satisfy his enmity with her father.

3.15.19

haniṣyati yudhājidvai putraṃ mama durāśayaḥ |
rājyalobhena pāpātmā seti cintāparābhavat ||

3.15.20

kiṃ karomi kva gacchāmi pitā me nihato raṇe |
bhartā cāpi mṛto'dyaiva putro'yaṃ mama bālakaḥ ||

What shall I do now? My father is slain in the battle. My husband is no more. My child is a minor to-day. Where shall I go?

3.15.21

lobho'tīva ca pāpiṣṭhastena ko na vaśīkṛtaḥ |
kiṃ na kuryāttadāviṣṭaḥ pāpaṃ pārthivasattamaḥ ||

Greed is very sinful; who is there that cannot be bought over by love of gold? and what vicious act can there be, that cannot be done when actuated by covetousness?

3.15.22

pitaraṃ mātaraṃ bhrātṝngurūnsvajanabāndhavān |
hanti lobhasamāviṣṭo jano nātra vicāraṇā ||

A greedy man does not hesitate to kill his father, mother, spiritual guide, friends and others. There is no doubt in this.

3.15.23

abhakṣyabhakṣaṇaṃ lobhādagamyāgamanaṃ tathā |
karoti kila tṛṣṇārto dharmatyāgaṃ tathā punaḥ ||

It is the inordinate love of worldly things that makes a man eat what is held unclean in society, that makes a man approach a woman who is unapproachable, and it is greed that makes a man discard his own religion and become an apostate.

3.15.24

na sahāyo'sti me kaścinnagare'tra mahābalaḥ |
yadādhāre sthitā cāhaṃ pālayāmi sutaṃ śubham ||

In this city I find none so powerful as I can remain there under his shelter and be able to rear up my child.

3.15.25

hate putre nṛpeṇādya kiṃ kariṣyāmyahaṃ punaḥ |
na me trātā'sti bhuvane yena vai susthitā hyaham ||

What can I do if the king Yudhâjit slay my son? There is none in this world who can save me, and, counting on whose shelter, I can stay here without any anxiety.

3.15.26

sāpi vairayutā kāmaṃ sapatnī sarvadā bhavet |
līlāvatī na me putre bhaviṣyati dayāvatī ||

And this my co-rival wife Lîlâvatî will always practise enmity with me. She will never shew mercy on my son.

3.15.27

yudhājiti samāyāte na me niḥsaraṇaṃ bhavet |
jñātvā bālaṃ sutaṃ so'dya kārāgāraṃ nayiṣyati ||

When Yudhâjit will arrive in this city, I will never be able to go out of it and he will to-day put my son in the prison on the pretext that he is a minor.

3.15.28

śrūyate hi purendreṇa māturgarbhagataḥ śiśuḥ |
kṛntitaḥ saptadhā paścātkṛtāste sapta saptadhā ||

I heard that, in days of yore, Indra entered into the womb of his pregnant step mother with a small thunderbolt in his hand and divided the foetus into seven parts with that weapon, again each of these seven into seven parts again, thus the forty nine Maruts were born in the Heavens.

3.15.29

praviśya codaraṃ mātuḥ kare kṛtvālpakaṃ pavim |
ekonapañcāśadapi te'bhavanmaruto divi ||

3.15.30

sapatnyai garalaṃ dattaṃ sapatnyā nṛpabhāryayā |
garbhanāśārthamuddiśya puraitadvai mayā śrutam ||

I heard also that in ancient times one queen gave poison to destroy the foetus in the womb of her rival wife. When the child came out of the womb, he was celebrated by the name of Sagara (with poison) in this earth.

3.15.31

jātastu bālakaḥ paścāddehe viṣayutaḥ kila |
tenāsau sagaro nāma vikhyāto bhuvi maṇḍale ||

3.15.32

jīvamāno'tha bhartā vai kaikeyyā nṛpabhāryayā |
rāmaḥ pravrājito jyeṣṭho mṛto daśaratho nṛpaḥ ||

The husband was alive, and still his queen Kaikeyi banished the eldest son of his king, S’rî Râmchandra to the forest; and the king Das’aratha sacrificed his life for that very reason.

3.15.33

mantriṇastvavaśāḥ kāmaṃ ye me putraṃ sudarśanam |
rājānaṃ kartukāmā vai yudhājidvaśagāśca te ||

The ministers no doubt wanted before to install my son as the king; but now they are not independent; they have now yielded themselves to the king Yudhâjit.

3.15.34

na me bhrātā tathā śūro yo māṃ bandhātpramocayet |
mahatkaṣṭañca samprāptaṃ mayā vai daivayogataḥ ||

There is no brother of mine powerful enough to release me from my bondage; I see I have fallen into a great difficulty by the combination of unforeseen circumstances.

3.15.35

udyamaḥ sarvathā kāryaḥ siddhirdaivāddhi jāyate |
upāyaṃ putrarakṣārthaṃ karomyadya tvarānvitā ||

Though the success depends on Fate, still one should make an earnest effort. If one does not make any effort, fate also remains asleep. I will therefore soon make out a plan to save my son.

3.15.36

iti sañcintya sā bālā vidallaṃ cātimāninam |
nipuṇaṃ sarvakāryeṣu cintyaṃ mantrivarottamam ||

O King! Thinking thus, that woman Manoramâ called in private the best and very respectable minister Vidalla, who was intelligent and expert in everything, and holding the hands of her son and weeping, said humbly in a depressed spirit “O Minister! My father is slain in the battle field, this my son is a minor, and Yudhâjit is a powerful king; consider all these and tell me what I should do now?”

3.15.37

samāhūya tamekānte provāca bahuduḥkhitā |
gṛhītvā bālakaṃ haste rudatī dīnamānasā ||

3.15.38

pitā me nihataḥ saṅkhye putro'yaṃ bālakastathā |
yudhājidbalavān rājā kiṃ vidheyaṃ vadasva me ||

3.15.39

tāmuvāca vidallo'sau nātra sthātavyameva ca |
gamiṣyāmo vane kāmaṃ vārāṇasyāḥ punaḥ kila ||

The venerable minister Vidalla then said to the queen Manoramâ “It is never advisable for us to stay here. Soon we will go into the forests of Benares. There I have got my powerful uncle Subâhu. He is prosperous and has got a strong army. He will protect us.”

3.15.40

tatra me mātulaḥ śrīmānvartate balavattaraḥ |
subāhuriti vikhyāto rakṣitā sa bhaviṣyati ||

3.15.41

yudhājiddarśanotkaṇṭhamanasā nagarādbahiḥ |
nirgatya rathamāruhya gantavyaṃ nātra saṃśayaḥ ||

“I will make the pretext that I am become very anxious for the king and therefore I am going out to see the king Yudhâjit and will go out of the city in my chariot. There is no doubt in this.”

3.15.42

ityuktā tena sā rājñī gatvā līlāvatīṃ prati |
uvāca pitaraṃ draṣṭuṃ gacchāmyadya sulocane ||

Hearing, thus, the Vidalla's words, the queen Manoramâ went to Lîlâvatî and said “O faireyed! To-day I am going to see the father Yudhâjit.” Thus saying, she went out of the city in a chariot, accompanied by her son, attendants and Vidalla.

3.15.43

ityuktvā rathamāruhya sairandhrīsaṃyutā tadā |
vidallena ca saṃyuktā niḥsṛtā nagarādbahiḥ ||

3.15.44

trastā hyārtātikṛpaṇā pituḥ śokasamākulā |
dṛṣṭvā yudhājitaṃ bhūpaṃ pitaraṃ gatajīvitam ||

Grieved at the loss of her father, fearful, distressed, and fatigued, Manoramâ saw Yudhâjit and performed the cremation of her father Vîrasena; and, trembling with fear, got to the banks of the Ganges after two days’ swift journey.

3.15.45

saṃskārya ca tvarāyuktā vepamānā bhayākulā |
dinadvayena samprāptā rājñī bhāgīrathītaṭam ||

3.15.46

niṣādailuṇṭhitā tatra gṛhītaṃ sakalaṃ vasu |
rathañcāpi gṛhītvā te nirgatā dasyavaḥ śaṭhāḥ ||

There the robbers, the Nisâdas plundered all their riches and took the chariot and went away. Manoramâ had only her clothings, that she wore, left to her. She began to weep, and, holding the hands of her attendant, went to the Ganges shore, and being afraid crossed the river on a raft and went to the Chitrakûta mountain.

3.15.47

rudatī sutamādāya cāruvastrā manoramā |
niryayau jāhnavītīre sairandhrīkaralambitā ||

3.15.48

āruhya ca bhayācchīghramuḍupaṃ sā bhayākulā |
tīrtvā bhāgīrathīṃ puṇyāṃ yayau trikūṭaparvatam ||

3.15.49

bhāradvājāśramaṃ prāptā tvarayā ca bhayākulā |
saṃvīkṣya tāpasāṃstatra sañjātā nirbhayā tadā ||

That terrified Devî went to the hermitage of Bhâradvâja as early as possible. There she saw the ascetics and was relieved of her fear.

3.15.50

muninā sā tataḥ pṛṣṭā kā'si kasya parigrahaḥ |
kaṣṭenātra kathaṃ prāptā satyaṃ brūhi śucismite ||

Bhâradvâja asked, “O lotus eyed! Who are you and whose wife are you? Why have you taken so much trouble to come here? Answer all these truly.”

3.15.51

devī vā mānuṣī vāsi bālaputrā vane katham |
rājyabhraṣṭeva vāmoru bhāsi tvaṃ kamalekṣaṇe ||

“O beautiful one! are you a Devî or a human being? your son is a very minor. Why have you come in this dense forest? It seems, as if you are deprived of your kingdom.”

3.15.52

evaṃ sā muninā pṛṣṭā novāca varavarṇinī |
rudatī duḥkhasantaptā vidallaṃ ca samādiśat ||

Thus asked by the best of the Munis, the beautiful Manoramâ became very much afflicted with grief and began to weep; she could not speak anything herself and ordered Vidalla to inform the Muni all what had happened.

3.15.53

vidallastamuvācedaṃ dhruvasandhirnṛpottamaḥ |
tasya bhāryā dharmapatnī nāmnā ceyaṃ manoramā ||

Vidalla then said:-- There was a king of Kosala, named Dhruvasandhi. She is the legal wife of that king. Her name is Manoramâ. That powerful king of the Solar Dynasty was killed by a lion in a forest. This boy Sudars’ana is his son.

3.15.54

siṃhena nihato rājā sūryavaṃśī mahābalaḥ |
putro'yaṃ nṛpatestasya nāmnā caiva sudarśanaḥ ||

3.15.55

asyāḥ pitātidharmātmā dauhitrārthaṃ mṛto raṇe |
yudhājidbhayasantrastā samprāptā vijane vane ||

The father of this Manoramâ was very religious. He died fighting for the cause of his daughter's son. Now the present queen has become much afraid and has therefore come to this wild forest.

3.15.56

tvāmeva śaraṇaṃ prāptā bālaputrā nṛpātmajā |
trātā bhava mahābhāga tvamasyā munisattama ||

The son of this woman is now a minor; he is now taking your refuge. O best of the Munis! Protect them.

3.15.57

ārtasya rakṣaṇe puṇyaṃ yajñādhikamudāhṛtam |
bhayatastasya dīnasya viśeṣaphaladaṃ smṛtam ||

To give protection to any distressed person is to acquire merits higher than performing a sacrifice. Therefore to protect one who is very much afflicted with fear and who is helpless will have still higher merits.

3.15.58

ṛṣiruvāca |
nirbhayā vasa kalyāṇi putraṃ pālaya suvrate |
na te bhayaṃ viśālākṣi kartavyaṃ śatrusambhavam ||

Bhâradvâja said:-- “O beautiful one! Remain in this hermitage without any fear; rear up your son here. O auspicious one! There is no cause of fear here from your enemies.

3.15.59

pālayasva sutaṃ kāntaṃ rājā te'yaṃ bhaviṣyati |
nātra duḥkhaṃ tathā śokaḥ kadācitsambhaviṣyati ||

Better nourish and support your child. Your son will surely be a king and if you remain in this hermitage, no sorrow or grief will overtake you.”

3.15.60

vyāsa uvāca |
ityuktā muninā rājñī svasthā sā sambabhūva ha |
uṭaje muninā datte vītaśokā tadāvasat ||

Vyâsa said:-- When the great Muni Bhâradvâja said thus, the queen Manoramâ became peaceful. The Muni gave them a cottage to live in and there they dwelt without any sorrow.

3.15.61

sairandhrīsahitā tatra vidallena ca saṃyutā |
sudarśanaṃ pālayānā nyavasatsā manoramā ||

Thus Manoramâ dwelt obediently with her maid servant, liked by all. Vidalla also remained there and Manoramâ began to nourish her child.
Here ends the Fifteenth chapter on the Devî Mâhâtmya and the battle between Yudhâjit and Vîrasena and the going away of Manoramâ to the forest in the 3rd Adhyâya of S’rî Mad Devî Bhâgavatam by Maharsi Veda Vyâsa.

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iti śrīmaddevībhāgavate mahāpurāṇe'ṣṭādaśasāhasryāṃ saṃhitāyāṃ tṛtīyaskandhe manoramayā bhāradvājāśramaṃ prati gamanaṃ nāma pañcadaśo'dhyāyaḥ ||