Ramcharit Charcha CCCL

II Shree Guruvey Namah II

Jai Shri Ram,

II Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram II
II Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram II
II Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai jai Ram II

अनहित तोर प्रिया केइँ कीन्हा। केहि दुइ सिर केहि जमु चह लीन्हा।।
कहु केहि रंकहि करौ नरेसू। कहु केहि नृपहि निकासौं देसू।।
सकउँ तोर अरि अमरउ मारी। काह कीट बपुरे नर नारी।।
जानसि मोर सुभाउ बरोरू। मनु तव आनन चंद चकोरू।।
प्रिया प्रान सुत सरबसु मोरें। परिजन प्रजा सकल बस तोरें।।
जौं कछु कहौ कपटु करि तोही। भामिनि राम सपथ सत मोही।।
बिहसि मागु मनभावति बाता। भूषन सजहि मनोहर गाता।।
घरी कुघरी समुझि जियँ देखू। बेगि प्रिया परिहरहि कुबेषू।।
दो0-यह सुनि मन गुनि सपथ बड़ि बिहसि उठी मतिमंद।
भूषन सजति बिलोकि मृगु मनहुँ किरातिनि फंद।।26।।

We covered up to Doha 26 of Ayodhya Kand in Ramcharit Manas of Tulsidas in the last post and learned that Dashrath kept cajoling Kaikeyi and assured her to do whatever she wanted to the one who had hurt and agitated her and that he could dethrone a king, take somebody’s life and even fight the gods. He told her she was the very throb of his heart and he wanted to keep looking at her charming face all the time; also said that his sons, all the family members and the members of public were at her command. King went further ahead and swore in name of Ram to please her in all ways and wanted her to get ornamented and properly dressed because it was not proper time for her to be upset like this. Weighing the situation carefully Kaikeyi, the poor witted queen, rose up and began to ornament herself as if to prepare a noose for the king.

पुनि कह राउ सुह्रद जियँ जानी। प्रेम पुलकि मृदु मंजुल बानी।।
भामिनि भयउ तोर मनभावा। घर घर नगर अनंद बधावा।।
रामहि देउँ कालि जुबराजू। सजहि सुलोचनि मंगल साजू।।
दलकि उठेउ सुनि ह्रदउ कठोरू। जनु छुइ गयउ पाक बरतोरू।।
ऐसिउ पीर बिहसि तेहि गोई। चोर नारि जिमि प्रगटि न रोई।।
लखहिं न भूप कपट चतुराई। कोटि कुटिल मनि गुरू पढ़ाई।।
जद्यपि नीति निपुन नरनाहू। नारिचरित जलनिधि अवगाहू।।
कपट सनेहु बढ़ाइ बहोरी। बोली बिहसि नयन मुहु मोरी।।
दो0-मागु मागु पै कहहु पिय कबहुँ न देहु न लेहु।
देन कहेहु बरदान दुइ तेउ पावत संदेहु।।27।।

Thinking that the queen was now mollified, the king repeated in soft and pleasing tone with elation, “O the graceful one, what’s going to happen is only fulfillment of your own heart felt desire, every home is filled with joyful celebration. I am going to make Ram the next king of Ayodhya it is therefore nice, O the beautiful eyed one, that you also get dressed up elegantly. The queen whose heart was now hard like stone got up with jerk as if a sore abscess had been touched; the queen outwardly smiled while concealing a tearing pain felt inside her heart in a manner like the wife of thief who can’t openly weep over the fate of her husband when he is caught. The king couldn’t make out her cunning and wickedness, she had already been forewarned to be careful and not give herself away before the ripe moment by a top class vile teacher like Manthara. Though the king was very much an expert in statecraft and knew the diplomatic nuances but here he was faced with the trickery employed by women which have unfathomable depths like ocean’s. Reinforcing her false affection for the king, the queen turned her head a bit, threw an enticing side glance and said smilingly to the king,”O my dear, you have many times prompted me to ask you for some thing but we never transacted anything. Do you remember that you had granred me two boons and I am not sure whether even that promise will be honored by you what to expect anything against a simple demand.”

We have now covered up to Doha 27 of Ayodhya Kand.

Bhavani Shankar Ki Jai!
Shri Jankivallabho Vijayatey!
Sant Samaj Ko Pranam!
Goswami Tulsidas ki Jai!

Krishna Khandelwal


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