Jain Ramayana Part 3

SR No.: 002023
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Bhadraguptasuri
Publisher: Vishvakalyan Prakashan Trust Mehsana
Publication Year: 2000
Total Pages: 518
Language: English
Classification: Book_English, Story, & Literature
File Size: 24 MB

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JAIN RAMAYAN
After arriving at the Pushphagiri hill, Shri Ram alighted from the elephant Bhuvanalankar. Shri Ram accompanied by Lakshman and others began climbing the hill. Actually Sita was now standing at the gate of the garden looking for Shri Ram, the lord of her heart. Shri Ram saw her from a distance. He stopped for a few moments; looked at her and then proceeded speedily towards her. Is it possible even for the greatest of poets to describe this reunion effectively? Shri Hemachandra Soorishwarji has described this reunion of Shri Ram and Sita in a single sloka.
"Deeming Sita his other life, Shri Ram took her into his lap and embraced her."
Shri Ram and Sita felt as if their souls beckoned each other and joined together like swans and began swimming on the waves, of joy and elation while honey seemed to spring from their hearts as if from heavens and made their lives sweet and blissful.
Indeed, the union of such a couple after a long period of separation, suffering, privation and deprivation defies description and baffles analysis. Even the greatest poets may not find adequate words to describe it. They may be baffled by the sight which can make anyone tongue-tied. It is difficult to describe the supreme joy that Sita must have experienced at that time. It is equally difficult to describe Shri Ram's joy and elation. In the same manner, it is difficult to describe the emotions of joy and jubilation that had arisen in the hearts of the beholders there. Their silence was more than tears and their tears were but their hearts overflowing with the feeling of ineffable bliss.
At once, the heavenly beings like Gandharvas began playing on divine musical instruments. All the heavenly beings declared in a resounding voice.
'Victory to great Sita, the very image of sublime virtues.'
Lakshman shed tears of joy. He ran forward towards Sita; fell at her feet and bathed them with his tears. He had seen only Sita's feet in his life. He had not even once looked at her. He had always worshipped her feet.