Friday, July 27, 2012


 

Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp

July -27 -2912                                                                 (Friday)
There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself.  This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways.  One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he were not the son of Mustapha the tailor.
"I am, sir," replied Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago."
On this the stranger, who was a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him, saying:  "I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother.  Go to your mother and tell her I am coming."
Aladdin ran home, and told his mother of his newly found uncle.
"Indeed, child," she said, "your father had a brother, but I always thought he was dead."
However, she prepared supper, and bade Aladdin seek his uncle, who came laden with wine and fruit.  He presently fell down and kissed the place where Mustapha used to sit, bidding Aladdin's mother not to be surprised at not having seen him before, as he had been forty years out of the country.  He then turned to Aladdin, and asked him his trade, at which the boy hung his head, while his mother burst into tears.  On learning that Aladdin was idle and would learn no trade, he offered to take a shop for him and stock it with merchandise. Next day he bought Aladdin a fine suit of clothes, and took him all over the city, showing him the sights, and brought him home at nightfall to his mother, who was overjoyed to see her son so fine.
Next day the magician led Aladdin into some beautiful gardens a long way outside the city gates.  They sat down by a fountain, and the magician pulled a cake from his girdle, which he divided between them.  They then journeyed onwards till they almost reached the mountains.  Aladdin was so tired that he begged to go back, but the magician beguiled him with pleasant stories, and led him on in spite of himself.
At last they came to two mountains divided by a narrow valley.
"We will go no farther," said the false uncle.  "I will show you something wonderful; only do you gather up sticks while I kindle a fire."
When it was lit the magician threw on it a powder he had about him, at the same time saying some magical words.  The earth trembled a little and opened in front of them, disclosing a square flat stone with a brass ring in the middle to raise it by.  Aladdin tried to run away,
but the magician caught him and gave him a blow that knocked him down.
"What have I done, uncle?" he said piteously; whereupon the magician said more kindly:  "Fear nothing, but obey me.  Beneath this stone lies a treasure which is to be yours, and no one else may touch it, so you must do exactly as I tell you."
At the word treasure, Aladdin forgot his fears, and grasped the ring as he was told, saying the names of his father and grandfather. The stone came up quite easily and some steps appeared.
"Go down," said the magician; "at the foot of those steps you will find an open door leading into three large halls.  Tuck up your gown and go through them without touching anything, or you will die instantly. These halls lead into a garden of fine fruit trees.  Walk on till you come to a niche in a terrace where stands a lighted lamp. Pour out the oil it contains and bring it to me."
He drew a ring from his finger and gave it to Aladdin, bidding him prosper.
Aladdin found everything as the magician had said, gathered some fruit off the trees, and, having got the lamp, arrived at the mouth of the cave.  The magician cried out in a great hurry:
"Make haste and give me the lamp."  This Aladdin refused to do until he was out of the cave.  The magician flew into a terrible passion, and throwing some more powder on the fire, he said something, and the stone rolled back into its place.
The magician left Persia for ever, which plainly showed that he was no uncle of Aladdin's, but a cunning magician who had read in his magic books of a wonderful lamp, which would make him the most powerful man in the world.  Though he alone knew where to find it, he could only receive it from the hand of another.  He had picked out the foolish Aladdin for this purpose, intending to get the lamp and kill him afterwards.
For two days Aladdin remained in the dark, crying and lamenting. At last he clasped his hands in prayer, and in so doing rubbed the ring, which the magician had forgotten to take from him.  Immediately an enormous and frightful genie rose out of the earth, saying:
"What wouldst thou with me?  I am the Slave of the Ring, and will obey thee in all things."
Aladdin fearlessly replied:  "Deliver me from this place!" whereupon the earth opened, and he found himself outside. As soon as his eyes could bear the light he went home, but fainted
on the threshold.  When he came to himself he told his mother what had passed, and showed her the lamp and the fruits he had gathered in the garden, which were in reality precious stones. He then asked for some food.
"Alas! child," she said, "I have nothing in the house, but I have spun a little cotton and will go and sell it."
Aladdin bade her keep her cotton, for he would sell the lamp instead. As it was very dirty she began to rub it, that it might fetch a higher price.  Instantly a hideous genie appeared, and asked what she would have.  She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly:
"Fetch me something to eat!"
The genie returned with a silver bowl, twelve silver plates containing rich meats, two silver cups, and two bottles of wine. Aladdin's mother, when she came to herself, said:
"Whence comes this splendid feast?"
"Ask not, but eat," replied Aladdin.
So they sat at breakfast till it was dinner-time, and Aladdin told his mother about the lamp.  She begged him to sell it, and have nothing to do with devils.
"No," said Aladdin, "since chance has made us aware of its virtues, we will use it and the ring likewise, which I shall always wear on my finger."  When they had eaten all the genie had brought, Aladdin sold one of the silver plates, and so on till none were left. He then had recourse to the genie, who gave him another set of plates, and thus they lived for many years.
One day Aladdin heard an order from the Sultan proclaimed that everyone was to stay at home and close his shutters while the princess, his daughter, went to and from the bath.  Aladdin was seized by a desire to see her face, which was very difficult, as she always went veiled.
He hid himself behind the door of the bath, and peeped through a chink.  The princess lifted her veil as she went in, and looked so beautiful that Aladdin fell in love with her at first sight.
He went home so changed that his mother was frightened.  He told her he loved the princess so deeply that he could not live without her, and meant to ask her in marriage of her father.  His mother, on hearing this, burst out laughing, but Aladdin at last prevailed upon her to go before the Sultan and carry his request.  She fetched a napkin and laid in it the magic fruits from the enchanted garden, which sparkled and shone like the most beautiful jewels.  She took these with her to please the Sultan, and set out, trusting in the lamp. The grand-vizir and the lords of council had just gone in as she entered the hall and placed herself in front of the Sultan.
He, however, took no notice of her.  She went every day for a week, and stood in the same place.
When the council broke up on the sixth day the Sultan said to his vizir:  "I see a certain woman in the audience-chamber every day carrying something in a napkin.  Call her next time, that I may find out what she wants."
Next day, at a sign from the vizir, she went up to the foot of the throne, and remained kneeling till the Sultan said to her: "Rise, good woman, and tell me what you want."
She hesitated, so the Sultan sent away all but the vizir, and bade her speak freely, promising to forgive her beforehand for anything she might say.  She then told him of her son's violent love for the princess.
"I prayed him to forget her," she said, "but in vain; he threatened to do some desperate deed if I refused to go and ask your Majesty for the hand of the princess.  Now I pray you to forgive not me alone, but my son Aladdin."
The Sultan asked her kindly what she had in the napkin, whereupon she unfolded the jewels and presented them.
He was thunderstruck, and turning to the vizir said:  "What sayest thou? Ought I not to bestow the princess on one who values her at such a price?"
The vizir, who wanted her for his own son, begged the Sultan to withhold  her for three months, in the course of which he hoped his son would contrive to make him a richer present.  The Sultan granted this, and told Aladdin's mother that, though he consented to the marriage,
she must not appear before him again for three months.
Aladdin waited patiently for nearly three months, but after two had elapsed his mother, going into the city to buy oil, found everyone rejoicing, and asked what was going on.
"Do you not know," was the answer, "that the son of the grand-vizir is to marry the Sultan's daughter to-night?"
Breathless, she ran and told Aladdin, who was overwhelmed at first, but presently bethought him of the lamp.  He rubbed it, and the genie appeared, saying:  "What is thy will?"
Aladdin replied:  "The Sultan, as thou knowest, has broken his promise to me, and the vizir's son is to have the princess. My command is that to-night you bring hither the bride and bridegroom."
"Master, I obey," said the genie.
Aladdin then went to his chamber, where, sure enough at midnight the genie transported the bed containing the vizir's son and the princess.
"Take this new-married man," he said, "and put him outside in the cold, and return at daybreak."
Whereupon the genie took the vizir's son out of bed, leaving Aladdin with the princess.
"Fear nothing," Aladdin said to her; "you are my wife, promised to me by your unjust father, and no harm shall come to you."
The princess was too frightened to speak, and passed the most miserable night of her life, while Aladdin lay down beside her and slept soundly. At the appointed hour the genie fetched in the shivering bridegroom, laid him in his place, and transported the bed back to the palace.
Presently the Sultan came to wish his daughter good-morning. The unhappy vizir's son jumped up and hid himself, while the princess would not say a word, and was very sorrowful.
The Sultan sent her mother to her, who said:  "How comes it, child, that you will not speak to your father?  What has happened?"
The princess sighed deeply, and at last told her mother how, during the night, the bed had been carried into some strange house, and what had passed there.  Her mother did not believe her in the least, but bade her rise and consider it an idle dream.
The following night exactly the same thing happened, and next morning, on the princess's refusing to speak, the Sultan threatened to cut off her head.  She then confessed all, bidding him ask the vizir's son if it were not so.  The Sultan told the vizir to ask his son, who owned the truth, adding that, dearly as he loved the princess, he had rather die than go through another such fearful night, and wished to be separated from her.  His wish was granted, and there
was an end of feasting and rejoicing.
When the three months were over, Aladdin sent his mother to remind the Sultan of his promise.  She stood in the same place as before, and the Sultan, who had forgotten Aladdin, at once remembered him, and sent for her.  On seeing her poverty the Sultan felt less inclined than ever to keep his word, and asked the vizir's advice, who counselled him to set so high a value on the princess that no man living could come up to it.
The Sultan then turned to Aladdin's mother, saying:  "Good woman, a Sultan must remember his promises, and I will remember mine, but your son must first send me forty basins of gold brimful
of jewels, carried by forty black slaves, led by as many white ones, splendidly dressed.  Tell him that I await his answer."  The mother of Aladdin bowed low and went home, thinking all was lost.
She gave Aladdin the message, adding:  "He may wait long enough for your answer!"
"Not so long, mother, as you think," her son replied "I would do a great deal more than that for the princess."
He summoned the genie, and in a few moments the eighty slaves arrived, and filled up the small house and garden.
Aladdin made them set out to the palace, two and two, followed by his mother.  They were so richly dressed, with such splendid jewels in their girdles, that everyone crowded to see them and the basins of gold they carried on their heads.
They entered the palace, and, after kneeling before the Sultan, stood in a half-circle round the throne with their arms crossed, while Aladdin's mother presented them to the Sultan.
He hesitated no longer, but said:  "Good woman, return and tell your son that I wait for him with open arms."
She lost no time in telling Aladdin, bidding him make haste. But Aladdin first called the genie.
"I want a scented bath," he said, "a richly embroidered habit, a horse surpassing the Sultan's, and twenty slaves to attend me. Besides this, six slaves, beautifully dressed, to wait on my mother; and lastly, ten thousand pieces of gold in ten purses."
No sooner said than done.  Aladdin mounted his horse and passed through the streets, the slaves strewing gold as they went. Those who had played with him in his childhood knew him not, he had grown so handsome.
When the Sultan saw him he came down from his throne, embraced him, and led him into a hall where a feast was spread, intending to marry him to the princess that very day.
But Aladdin refused, saying, "I must build a palace fit for her," and took his leave.
Once home he said to the genie:  "Build me a palace of the finest marble, set with jasper, agate, and other precious stones. In the middle you shall build me a large hall with a dome, its four walls of massy gold and silver, each side having six windows, whose lattices, all except one, which is to be left unfinished, must be set with diamonds and rubies.  There must be stables and horses and grooms and slaves; go and see about it!"
The palace was finished by next day, and the genie carried him there and showed him all his orders faithfully carried out, even to the laying of a velvet carpet from Aladdin's palace to the
Sultan's. Aladdin's mother then dressed herself carefully, and walked to the palace with her slaves, while he followed her on horseback. The Sultan sent musicians with trumpets and cymbals to meet them, so that the air resounded with music and cheers.  She was taken
to the princess, who saluted her and treated her with great honour. At night the princess said good-bye to her father, and set out on the carpet for Aladdin's palace, with his mother at her side, and followed by the hundred slaves.  She was charmed at the sight of Aladdin, who ran to receive her.
"Princess," he said, "blame your beauty for my boldness if I have displeased you."
She told him that, having seen him, she willingly obeyed her father in this matter.  After the wedding had taken place Aladdin led her into the hall, where a feast was spread, and she supped with him, after which they danced till midnight.
Next day Aladdin invited the Sultan to see the palace.  On entering the hall with the four-and-twenty windows, with their rubies, diamonds, and emeralds, he cried:
"It is a world's wonder!  There is only one thing that surprises me. Was it by accident that one window was left unfinished?"
"No, sir, by design," returned Aladdin.  "I wished your Majesty to have the glory of finishing this palace."
The Sultan was pleased, and sent for the best jewelers in the city. He showed them the unfinished window, and bade them fit it up like the others.
"Sir," replied their spokesman, "we cannot find jewels enough." 
The Sultan had his own fetched, which they soon used, but to no purpose, for in a month's time the work was not half done. Aladdin, knowing that their task was vain, bade them undo their work and carry the jewels back, and the genie finished the window at his command.  The Sultan was surprised to receive his jewels again and visited Aladdin, who showed him the window finished. The Sultan embraced him, the envious vizir meanwhile hinting
that it was the work of enchantment.
Aladdin had won the hearts of the people by his gentle bearing. He was made captain of the Sultan's armies, and won several battles for him, but remained modest and courteous as before, and lived thus in peace and content for several years.
But far away in Africa the magician remembered Aladdin, and by his magic arts discovered that Aladdin, instead of perishing miserably in the cave, had escaped, and had married a princess, with whom he was living in great honour and wealth.  He knew that the poor tailor's son could only have accomplished this by means of the lamp, and travelled night and day till he reached the capital of China, bent on Aladdin's ruin.  As he passed through the town he heard people talking everywhere about a marvellous palace.
"Forgive my ignorance," he asked, "what is this palace you speak of?"
"Have you not heard of Prince Aladdin's palace," was the reply, "the greatest wonder of the world?  I will direct you if you have a mind to see it."
The magician thanked him who spoke, and having seen the palace knew that it had been raised by the genie of the lamp, and became half mad with rage.  He determined to get hold of the lamp, and again plunge Aladdin into the deepest poverty.
Unluckily, Aladdin had gone a-hunting for eight days, which gave the magician plenty of time.  He bought a dozen copper lamps, put them into a basket, and went to the palace, crying:  "New lamps for old!" followed by a jeering crowd.
The princess, sitting in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, sent a slave to find out what the noise was about, who came back laughing, so that the princess scolded her.
"Madam," replied the slave, "who can help laughing to see an old fool offering to exchange fine new lamps for old ones?"
Another slave, hearing this, said:  "There is an old one on the cornice there which he can have."
Now this was the magic lamp, which Aladdin had left there, as he could not take it out hunting with him.  The princess, not knowing its value, laughingly bade the slave take it and make the exchange.
She went and said to the magician:  "Give me a new lamp for this."
He snatched it and bade the slave take her choice, amid the jeers of the crowd.  Little he cared, but left off crying his lamps, and went out of the city gates to a lonely place, where he remained till nightfall, when he pulled out the lamp and rubbed it. The genie appeared, and at the magician's command carried him, together with the palace and the princess in it, to a lonely place in Africa.
Next morning the Sultan looked out of the window towards Aladdin's palace and rubbed his eyes, for it was gone.  He sent for the vizir, and asked what had become of the palace.  The vizir looked out too, and was lost in astonishment.  He again put it down to enchantment,
and this time the Sultan believed him, and sent thirty men on horseback to fetch Aladdin in chains.  They met him riding home, bound him, and forced him to go with them on foot.  The people, however, who loved him, followed, armed, to see that he came to no harm.
He was carried before the Sultan, who ordered the executioner to cut off his head.  The executioner made Aladdin kneel down, bandaged his eyes, and raised his scimitar to strike.
At that instant the vizir, who saw that the crowd had forced their way into the courtyard and were scaling the walls to rescue Aladdin, called to the executioner to stay his hand.  The people, indeed, looked so threatening that the Sultan gave way and ordered Aladdin to be unbound, and pardoned him in the sight of the crowd.
Aladdin now begged to know what he had done.
"False wretch!" said the Sultan, "come hither," and showed him from the window the place where his palace had stood.
Aladdin was so amazed that he could not say a word.
"Where is my palace and my daughter?" demanded the Sultan. "For the first I am not so deeply concerned, but my daughter I must have, and you must find her or lose your head."
Aladdin begged for forty days in which to find her, promising if he failed to return and suffer death at the Sultan's pleasure.  His prayer was granted, and he went forth sadly from the Sultan's presence. For three days he wandered about like a madman, asking everyone
what had become of his palace, but they only laughed and pitied him. He came to the banks of a river, and knelt down to say his prayers before throwing himself in.  In so doing he rubbed the magic ring he still wore.
The genie he had seen in the cave appeared, and asked his will.
"Save my life, genie," said Aladdin, "and bring my palace back."
"That is not in my power," said the genie; "I am only the slave of the ring; you must ask the slave of the lamp."
"Even so," said Aladdin "but thou canst take me to the palace, and set me down under my dear wife's window."  He at once found himself in Africa, under the window of the princess, and fell asleep out of sheer weariness.
He was awakened by the singing of the birds, and his heart was lighter. He saw plainly that all his misfortunes were owing to the loss of the lamp, and vainly wondered who had robbed him of it.
That morning the princess rose earlier than she had done since she had been carried into Africa by the magician, whose company she was forced to endure once a day.  She, however, treated him so harshly that he dared not live there altogether.  As she was dressing, one of her women looked out and saw Aladdin.  The princess ran and opened the window, and at the noise she made Aladdin looked up. She called to him to come to her, and great was the joy of these
lovers at seeing each other again.
After he had kissed her Aladdin said:  "I beg of you, Princess, in God's name, before we speak of anything else, for your own sake and mine, tell me what has become of an old lamp I left on the
cornice in the hall of four-and-twenty windows, when I went a-hunting."
"Alas!" she said "I am the innocent cause of our sorrows," and told him of the exchange of the lamp.
"Now I know," cried Aladdin, "that we have to thank the African magician for this!  Where is the lamp?"
"He carries it about with him," said the princess, "I know, for he pulled it out of his breast to show me.  He wishes me to break my faith with you and marry him, saying that you were beheaded by my father's command.  He is forever speaking ill of you, but I only reply by my tears.  If I persist, I doubt not that he will use violence."
Aladdin comforted her, and left her for a while.  He changed clothes with the first person he met in the town, and having bought a certain powder returned to the princess, who let him in by a little side door.
"Put on your most beautiful dress," he said to her, "and receive the magician with smiles, leading him to believe that you have forgotten me.  Invite him to sup with you, and say you
wish to taste the wine of his country.  He will go for some, and while he is gone I will tell you what to do."
She listened carefully to Aladdin, and when he left her arrayed herself gaily for the first time since she left China.  She put on a girdle and head-dress of diamonds, and seeing in a glass
that she looked more beautiful than ever, received the magician, saying to his great amazement:  "I have made up my mind that Aladdin is dead, and that all my tears will not bring him back to me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, and have therefore invited you to sup with me; but I am tired of the wines of China, and would fain taste those of Africa."
The magician flew to his cellar, and the princess put the powder Aladdin had given her in her cup.  When he returned she asked him to drink her health in the wine of Africa, handing him her cup in exchange for his as a sign she was reconciled to him.
Before drinking the magician made her a speech in praise of her beauty, but the princess cut him short saying:
"Let me drink first, and you shall say what you will afterwards." She set her cup to her lips and kept it there, while the magician drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless.
The princess then opened the door to Aladdin, and flung her arms round his neck, but Aladdin put her away, bidding her to leave him, as he had more to do.  He then went to the dead magician, took the lamp out of his vest, and bade the genie carry the palace and all in it back to China.  This was done, and the princess in her chamber only felt two little shocks, and little thought she was at home again.
The Sultan, who was sitting in his closet, mourning for his lost daughter, happened to look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there stood the palace as before!  He hastened thither, and Aladdin received him in the hall of the four-and-twenty windows, with the princess at his side.  Aladdin told him what had happened, and showed him the dead body of the magician, that he might believe. A ten days' feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if Aladdin might now live the rest of his life in peace; but it was not to be.
The African magician had a younger brother, who was, if possible, more wicked and more cunning than himself.  He travelled to China to avenge his brother's death, and went to visit a pious woman called Fatima, thinking she might be of use to him.  He entered her cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, telling her to rise and do his bidding on pain of death.  He changed clothes with her, coloured his face like hers, put on her veil and murdered her, that she might tell no tales.  Then he went towards the palace of Aladdin, and all the people thinking he was the holy woman, gathered round him, kissing his hands and begging his blessing. When he got to the palace there was such a noise going on round him that the princess bade her slave look out of the window and ask what was the matter.  The slave said it was the holy woman, curing people by her touch of their ailments, whereupon the princess, who had long
desired to see Fatima, sent for her.  On coming to the princess the magician offered up a prayer for her health and prosperity. When he had done the princess made him sit by her, and begged him to stay with her always.  The false Fatima, who wished for nothing better, consented, but kept his veil down for fear of discovery. The princess showed him the hall, and asked him what he thought of it.
"It is truly beautiful," said the false Fatima.  "In my mind it wants but one thing."
"And what is that?" said the princess.
"If only a roc's egg," replied he, "were hung up from the middle of this dome, it would be the wonder of the world."
After this the princess could think of nothing but a roc's egg, and when Aladdin returned from hunting he found her in a very ill humour.  He begged to know what was amiss, and she told
him that all her pleasure in the hall was spoilt for the want of a roc's egg hanging from the dome.
"It that is all," replied Aladdin, "you shall soon be happy."
He left her and rubbed the lamp, and when the genie appeared commanded him to bring a roc's egg.  The genie gave such a loud and terrible shriek that the hall shook.
"Wretch!" he cried, "is it not enough that I have done everything for you, but you must command me to bring my master and hang him up in the midst of this dome?  You and your wife and your palace deserve to be burnt to ashes; but this request does not come from you,
but from the brother of the African magician whom you destroyed. He is now in your palace disguised as the holy woman--whom he murdered. He it was who put that wish into your wife's head.  Take care of yourself, for he means to kill you."  So saying the genie disappeared.
Aladdin went back to the princess, saying his head ached, and requesting that the holy Fatima should be fetched to lay her hands on it. But when the magician came near, Aladdin, seizing his dagger, pierced him to the heart.
"What have you done?" cried the princess.  "You have killed the holy woman!"
"Not so," replied Aladdin, "but a wicked magician," and told her of how she had been deceived.
After this Aladdin and his wife lived in peace.  He succeeded the Sultan when he died, and reigned for many years, leaving behind him a long line of kings.


Sunday, July 8, 2012


Satyavrata

July – 8 – 2012                                                        (Sunday)                               Once upon a time, in Kosala, there lived a brāhmaṇa by name Devadatta. Since he was not having santānam (children), he decided to perform the putrakāmeṣṭhi yāgam (austerities and rituals) on the banks of Tamasā Nadi. Several great ṛṣhis (sages) were invited for the yāgam (austerities and rituals), such as Suhotra, Yājñavalkya, Bṛuhaspati, Paila and Gobhila to preside over various aspects of the yāgam (austerities and rituals)  . Gobhila, whose expertise was in reciting the Sāmaveda, however, repeatedly committed errors in the mantrās, due to his failure to control his breathing. Angered by this, Devadatta accused Gobhila of spoiling the performance of the yāgam (austerities and rituals) and called him a mūrkha (stubborn idiot).
Angered by Devadatta’s allegation, Gobhila retorted that he had been called a mūrkha (stubborn idiot) without any justification and that the errors were caused only because he could not control his breaths. He further went on to curse Devadatta that he would beget a mūrkha (stubborn idiot) (stubborn idiot) as his son. Devadatta, realising his folly, apologised to the ṛuṣhi for his haste and lamenting that it would be better to not have a son rather than have a mūrkha (stubborn idiot) son! Gobhila ṛuṣhi, moved by Devadatta’s pleas, said “Though the son would be a mūrkha (stubborn idiot), he will go on to become a māhakavi due to the grace of Mother Śakti.”
Following the completion of the yāgam (austerities and rituals), Devadatta’s wife Rohiṇī delivered a baby in due course of time. The boy, who was named Vuthadhya, was stupid, by virtue of the curse and could learn nothing; soon everyone began to humiliate him calling him a mūrkha (stubborn idiot). Unable to put up with this, Vuthadhya left his father’s āśrama (hermitage) and repaired to the banks of the Ganga, where he practised a life of brahmacharyam and satyavratam. The only good thing that Vuthadhya knew was the importance of speaking the truth on all occassions. Even though he did not know to perform Veda-adhyayanam, Gāyatrī, japa, tapa, dhyānam, prāṇāyāma etc. he never left the practice of speaking the truth, leading to people giving him the appellation Satyavrata. He never did any good or harm to anyone; he remained docile and innocent, though dejected about his stupidity. He consoled himself that this must be due to the sins committed by him in his previous janmās. He spent fourteen years thus.
One day, while a hunter was chasing a kanṭakaśreṇī mṛgam, it ran from the hunter’s arrow to save its life, shouting ‘I’, ‘I’, ‘I’ , coming towards a bush near Satyavrata’s kuṭīr. Satyavrata was overcome by sympathy. Also, Satyavrata, on hearing the deer' s cries, had begun mentally repeating, ‘I… I… I…’ in his mind. This, being the bījākṣara (devine and powerful sound) , whose recital brings the grace of Mother Śakti, Satyavrata immediately became enlightened. With the blessings of Goddess Sarasvatī, he became a mahākavi. When the hunter asked as to the whereabouts of the mṛugam he was hunting, knowing fully well that Satyavrata would only say the truth, the enlightened Satyavrata spontaneously uttered the following śloka:
यः पश्यति ब्रूते यः ब्रूते पश्यति।
अहो व्याध! स्वकार्यार्थिन्! किं पृच्छसि पुनः पुनः॥
yaḥ paśyati na sa brūte yaḥ brūte sa na paśyati| aho hunter! svakāryārthin! kiṁ pṛcchasi punaḥ punaḥ||
“That which sees does not speak. That which speaks does not see! Oh hunter! Why do you keep questioning me?” (In other words, he said "I did not see the deer with my mouth, please do not ask me repeatedly." )
Thus Satyavrata neither told the whereabouts of the deer — thereby he did not become the reason for the killing of the deer, nor he stopped the hunter from having his meal, nor he spoke false.
Morals in the story:
1.    One must never deviate from path of truth. By practising satya-vāk-paripālanam firmly and with the Jñānam (wisdom) gained by the blessing of Sarasvatī devi, one can avoid speaking false even in difficult situations, like Satyavrata.
2.    Krodham (anger) even for a short while must be avoided, this is shown through Devadatta and Gobhila ṛuṣhi's (sages) conversation.

Sunday, June 24, 2012


King Bhartruhari becomes a Viraagi (Ascetic)

June - 24 - 2012                                                         (Sunday)
Perhaps there will be no Bhaarateeya (Indian) who did not hear about “Bhartruhari Subhaashitam”. He was the Bhraata (brother) of the great Vikramaaditya maharaja. He was a great Samskruta (kavi poet in Sanskrit). In addition to Subhaashita-Ratnaavali, he wrote divya granthas like: “Vaakyapradeepam” (a vyaakarana grantham), “Raahata kaavyam”, “Kaarika” (Pantanjala mahabhaashya vyaakarana ruupam).
Vararuchi, Vikramaaditya, Bhatti and Bhrartruhari were the priya-putras (daling sons) of Keshava Sharma.  Bhrartruhari was made the King and he did Raajya-paalana (rule the kingdom) for around 50 years before Shaalivaahana Shakam. From childhood, Bhartruhari was always interested in Saadhu, Sajjana seva (service to ascetics and hermits .
Once a poor Braahmana (Priest) in Bhrartruhari’s Raajyam (kingdom) did upaasana (religious austerities) of Goddess Bhuvaneshvarii Maata. He knew sakala mantra-shaastras. Bhuvaneshvarii devi appeared before him and gave him a divya-phalam (divine fruit) and said that whoever eats this phalam (fruit) will not have jaraa-maranam (will not become old and be immortal). The Braahmana (Priest) thought like this “I am a poor Braahmana. What rakshana (protection) of others can I do even by living for long.  Anyway since I am Braahmana, I must do Bhiksha-aatana (begging alms) and eat. If I give this to the Raaja (king), he can do great seva (service) to the praja (people) and do their Rakshana”. Thinking like this he went to Bhartruhari and gave his aashiirvaadam (blessing), the divya-phalam (divine fruit) and told its Mahima (divine power).
However Bhartruhari gave it to his priyaa (beloved), Anangasena. She in turn gave it to her priya-sakha (beloved), an ashva-poshaka (horse-trainer). The ashva-poshaka gave the divya-phalam to his daasi (servant maid) and she in turn gave to her priya (beloved), a Gopaalaka (cattle keeper). The Gopaalaka gave the divya-phalam to his priyatama (beloved). She kept it in the basket in which she was carrying cattle-dung and was going through Raaja-viidhi (main street) to her house. To his surprise Bhrartruhari saw that the divya-phalam (divine fruit) finally reached in such a place. He called her and got to know the entire story.
Knowing what had happened, he got Virakti (disenchanted) on samsaaram (worldly affairs).  He realized that everything is mithya (false; a mirage) and Bhagavat-bhakti (devotion to God) is only shaashvatam (everlasting). He then left for the aranyas (forests) to do Tapas, giving the Divya-phalam (divine fruit) to Vikramaaditya.  Aaha! Vidhi (Fate) is great. Finally the phalam reached the person who deserved it.
Bhartruhari then wrote Neetishatakam, Shrugaarashatakam and Vairaagyashatakam. He spent the rest of his life as a Viraagi (ascetic) doing Daiva-dhyaanam (devotion to God). Once, taking pity on an old Braahmana, Vikramaaditya gave away the divya-phalam to him!
रत्नैर्महार्हैस्तुतुषुर्न देवा भेजिरे भीम-विषेण भीतिम्।
सुधां विना परयुर्विरामं निश्चितार्थाद्विरमन्ति धीराः॥
भर्तृहरेः नीतिशतकम्
ratnairmahārhaistutuṣurna devā na bhejire bhīma-viṣeṇa bhītim |
sudhāṁ vinā na parayurvirāmaṁ na niścitārthādviramanti dhīrāḥ||
— bhartṛhar nītiśatakam
Morals in the story:
1.    Paropakaara buddhi (helping others) of Bhaarateeyas (Indians) is well shown in this story through the Braahmana who did upaasana of Bhuvaneshvarii devi and the great Vikramaaditya maharaja.
2.    The Braahmana showed us what is Nishkaama Bhakti (selfless devotion). Though Bhuvaneshvarii devi gave him the divya-phalam, he gave it to the King, who can protect many more.
3.    Saadhu, Sajjana seva (serving good natured mild persons), respecting elders are great sadgunas (good qualties). Bhartruhari was always interested in them.
Compiler : Prof. Komaragiri Venkata Ramana Rao. Ph.D., (Retired Professor; Andhra University College of Engineering); Astrologer-Scienitst. Durham. NC; U.S.A.: (Tatayya = Grand-father). My e-mail address : pandit@jyothishi.com---------- I dedicate all these stories in the blog to Sri Parama  Paalakas (Supreme Rulers of this entire Universe): Bhagavan Sri Siddhi Vinayaka,  Sri Lakshmi Narayana and Sri Gouri Sankara and Sri Saraswathi and Bhagavan Sri Venkateswara ! 


Sunday, June 17, 2012


A Brahmin and Vidhata
June - 17 - 2012                                                                        (Sunday)
Once upon a time, in a little village in Bengal called Sonarpura, there lived a Brahmin.  He had a peculiar fate.  He could never eat his fill at any feast on any occasion.  Something would invariably happen to interrupt his meal.  He bemoaned his luck, but whether he ate fast or he ate slowly, he found he could not cheat his fate.  That was fate, had written for him, and that is what happened every time.
Once he was invited to take part in a festival at the local Maharaja's palace and stay for the feast.  As you could imagine, he was very pleased.  He told his wife: "This time I feel I'll be able to eat my fill.  Please get my clothes washed so that I'll look presentable at the palace."
 So, wearing freshly laundered and crisply starched dhoti-kurta, the Brahmin set off for the palace.  He went past the lush green paddy fields and the rolling meadows, admiring the beautiful kash phool (flowers) nodding their heads in the breeze.
 When he reached the palace, he was welcomed cordially.  He sat down for his meal and the servants placed a silver plate for him and served him most respectfully and hospitably.  The Brahmin looked at the plate in front of him and his eyes popped out: there was maccher jhol, of course, and there was alu postho and begun bhaja, apart from the most divine rice, dripping with ghee, and there was jalpai chutney and, of course, mishti doi and twenty varieties of simply divine sweets. And there were many other dishes, too.
 Everything was going well and the Brahmin was really enjoying his meal when the rope basket in which a mud pot of curd was hung up from the     ceiling suddenly broke. The mud pot came crashing down and fell near the Brahmin's plate. Shards from the pot fell onto his plate, and the Brahmin had to get up, with his meal unfinished yet again.
 As he took his leave, the Maharaja asked him solicitously: "I hope the servants served you properly and everything was to your liking,. Did you eat your fill?"
 The Brahmin said: "Alas! That I was not able to do, but no one is to be blamed for what happened, except my own fate." And he told him all about his fate.
The Maharaja was quite upset.  He said: "Thakurmoshai, please stay the night here in my humble abode.  Tomorrow I’ll serve you myself so that you can eat your fill."
The Brahmin agreed. The next day, a fresh feast was cooked. The Maharaja, who was a good cook, made some of the dishes himself. Then when everything was ready, the Brahmin sat down to eat.
 There was nothing in the room that could break, fall, or in any way interrupt the Brahmin's feast. Now the Vidhata was really stuck.  He could not find any way to stop the Brahmin from completing his meal.
 So, he took the form of a small golden frog and jumped onto the Brahmin's rice. The Brahmin was so absorbed in enjoying his meal that he did not notice the frog and swallowed it along with a handful of rice. Finally, the Brahmin got up having eaten his fill and happily topped it with the richest, most fragrant and spicy mishti paan he had ever tasted. He went back home with many gifts from the pleased Maharaja.
 As he was walking to his village through the Maharaja's fields, he heard a voice say: "Ogo Brahmin, please let me out. Brahmin, please let me out." He looked here and there to see who was calling out in such distress but could see no one, so he walked on.
 Again he heard: "Brahmin, let me go."
"Ke tumi? Who're you?" he asked. "I'm Vidhata," the answer came in a frantic voice.
"Where are you?" asked the Brahmin next. "I'm inside your stomach. I jumped into your rice in the form of a golden frog, but you did not notice and swallowed me along with the rice," said Vidhata Purush.
 "Ah," said the Brahmin. "I was wondering how I completed a meal without something interrupting me. It's a good thing that I swallowed you. You cannot bother me any longer. I have you where I want you. I won't let you go now. I'd rather close up my throat."    
 Then the Brahmin walked on with his mouth shut and quite determined not to let the Vidhata out, no matter how much he yelled and screamed.
 In the meantime, there was total chaos in the three worlds, for it was the Vidhata's job to regulate matters in the universe. Without him, matters could not go on. It was worse than the total collapse of the Internet or a huge war. No one knew what to do, where to go, and what should cause what. To find a solution to the crisis, the gods had a general meeting where everyone was present. After a lot of discussion they asked Lakshmi, the goddess of Wealth and Fortune, to go to the Brahmin and ask him to release the Vidhata.
 Lakshmi tucked her owl under her arm and went down to the Earth quite reluctantly. The Brahmin was rather surprised to see her. Anyway he stood up, offered her a seat, and respectfully did a pranam.
 "What can I do for you, ma lokki?" he asked.
 "You've got the Vidhata imprisoned. Please let him go. Without him, the business of the universe can't go on," she explained.
 When he heard this, the Brahmin lost his temper.
 "Get my big stick," he told his wife. "I'll show this goddess what is what. All my life she has turned her face away from me, and now that I've some good luck, she wants me to let go of that rascal Vidhata. I'll give her the kind of beating she has never seen before."
 Lakshmi got really alarmed. Nobody had ever spoken to her that way before. She fled from there and went back to the gods and told them what had happened.
 Next, the gods persuaded the goddess of Learning, Saraswati, to go to the Brahmin and get the Vidhata released.
When the Brahmin saw the goddess of Learning, he got up even more respectfully and bowed     before her. "What can I do for you, devi?" he asked.
 When she made her request, the Brahmin lost his temper once again. He shouted again for his stick. "I'll show this goddess," he yelled. "Since the days of my schooling, she has shunned me and given me no knowledge or learning, and now she wants me to give up the Vidhata when I have him secure where he can't harm me. Give me that stick, and I'll teach her a proper lesson."
 Poor Saraswati, she also fled the place in alarm. This time Lord Siva himself came down to the Brahmin. The Brahmin was a devout follower of Siva and so he welcomed him with ceremony and worshipped him and then respectfully asked him what he could do.
  Siva asked him to release the Vidhata.
"My Lord," said the Brahmin. "You've asked me, and so I must do as you say. But what is the solution to my problem? I've had such a miserable life and the Vidhata is at the bottom of it all."  Then Lord Siva said, "Don't worry about that. I'll take you to heaven with me, and you'll be free of the Vidhata's machinations."
 So the Brahmin opened his mouth and let the Vidhata out.  Then Siva took the Brahmin and his wife, body and soul, to heaven with him.   
Compiler : Prof. Komaragiri Venkata Ramana Rao. Ph.D., (Retired Professor; Andhra University College of Engineering); Astrologer-Scienitst. Durham. NC; U.S.A.: (Tatayya = Grand-father). My e-mail address : pandit@jyothishi.com---------- I dedicate all these stories in the blog to Sri Parama  Paalakas (Supreme Rulers of this entire Universe): Bhagavan Sri Siddhi Vinayaka,  Sri Lakshmi Narayana and Sri Gouri Sankara and Sri Saraswathi and Bhagavan Sri Venkateswara ! 



Saturday, June 16, 2012


Happy Prince
Story by Oscar Wilde
June - 16 - 2012                                                                   (Saturday) 
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weather cock," remarked one of the Town Councilors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her. When the reed finally declined to fly away with the swallow to distant lands to marry him, the swallow cried : "You have been trifling with me, I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" and he flew away.
All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
"I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!" he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.
"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw--Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the Happy Prince."
"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quite drenched me."
"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move."
"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King.                                                                                 "Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad."
"I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect."
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. "It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger."
"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!"
"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy."
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. "How cool I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold."
"That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What a remarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
"To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have you any commissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint."
"I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?"
"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."
"Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he began to weep.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up. "I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
"I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," he said, "so I will stay with you always."
"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt."
"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the river Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry we are!" they said. "You must not lie here," shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy."
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?"
"I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow," said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you."
"It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councilors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!" he said.
"How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councilors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is little better than a beggar!"
"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councilors.
"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and it shall be a statue of mine."
"Of myself," said each of the Town Councilors, and they quarreled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
"Bring me the two most precious things in the world," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."
Moral :  Serving the suffering humanity is the best service to God.  Compiler : Prof. Komaragiri Venkata Ramana Rao. Ph.D., (Retired Professor; Andhra University College of Engineering); Astrologer-Scienitst. Durham. NC; U.S.A.: (Tatayya = Grand-father). My e-mail address : pandit@jyothishi.com---------- I dedicate all these stories in the blog to Sri Parama  Paalakas (Supreme Rulers of this entire Universe): Bhagavan Sri Siddhi Vinayaka,  Sri Lakshmi Narayana and Sri Gouri Sankara and Sri Saraswathi and Bhagavan Sri Venkateswara !