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
Ravan. He carried her away to Lanka. Ram and Lakshman set off in search of Sita and reached Lanka. They fought a terrible war against Ravan. Ravan released a divine weapon of extraordinary efficacy against Lakshman. Lakshman fell down unconscious hit by it. Vishalya was taken from here to help Lakshman to regain his life. We know the story only upto that point. We do not know whether our dear son Lakshman has recovered his life or not. We do not know what happened to Sita and how the war against Ravan ended. We are worried over all these things. Kausalya said this with tears, and her voice was choked with grief. She cried in grief. “Dear Lakshman !" Sumitra also sobbed and wept. Even Narad was moved to tears by their grief. He could not bear the sight of the grief of the queens of Ayodhya. He said in a grief-stricken tone : "O you noble woman! Stop grieving. Have some patience. What is the use of weeping thus ? Try to restrain your grief. I will at once go to Lanka and I will come back here with your sons."
Accordingly, Narad set off through the skies. On the way, he learnt that Ram and Lakshman were in Lanka. At once he began flying towards Lanka. After having reached Lanka, he stood before the main gate of Lanka.
Soon after hearing that the divine sage Narad had arrived at Lanka, Shri Ram went out to receive him personally. He received the divine sage with due reverence and then asked him. "Divine sage! What may be the purpose of your gracious visit?”
Narad was silent. He said nothing but he kept looking at Shri Ram, Lakshman and Sita with fixed eyes. He was boiling with anger. Yet no untoward feeling appeared on his face. He began to think, "Oh! what a mockery of fate! In Ayodhya, the mothers are experiencing anguish on account of the separation from their sons. They have become mere skeletons. They are like withered leaves. Their faces have grown bleak and blighted. They have no peace of mind. They are grieving without caring for food or sleep but here in Lanka what do I see! I do not see a trace of sorrow on the faces of these sons. They do not at all seem to be grieved by the separation from their mothers.