Valmiki's Ramayana

by Vālmīki,Sattar, Arshia

  ‘There is a huge, shining mansion on its peak that was built by Viśvakarmā. It is surrounded by trees and birds of all kinds gather there. That is the home of the great-souled Varuṇa, who carries the noose. Look for Sītā and Rāvaṇa in those lakes and rivers that are hard to access. The great sage Merusavarṇi lives there. This righteous sage is Brahmā’s equal and he glows with his own splendour. Prostrate yourselves before him and ask him where Sītā is.

  ‘When the night is over, the sun lights up the world of living beings by passing from the mountain of the rising sun to the mountain where it sets. Beyond this, it is not possible to go, best of monkeys. Beyond this there is no sun and nothing familiar. Go up to the mountain of the setting sun to look for Sītā and for Rāvaṇa’s home and return here within a month. If you do not, I will have to punish you.

  ‘My valiant father-in-law, Suṣeṇa, is going with you. Listen to what he says and obey him at all times. This mighty one is my teacher and mentor. I know that you are all brave and strong and capable of acting by yourselves. But you must search the western region under his direction. When you have found Rāma’s wife, we shall have repaid our debt for the favour that he did us.’ Sugrīva then summoned the powerful chief Śatabali.

  ‘Take hundreds of thousands of monkeys who are your equals in valour and your ministers and explore the northern region which has Mount Himavān as its crest. Look there for Rāma’s blameless wife. When we have accomplished this task, we shall have done what Rāma wants and in doing so, we will have freed ourselves from debt and will have achieved our dearest goal.

  ‘Search the regions of the Mlecchas, of the Pulindas and Sūrasena, the countries of the Prasthalas, the Bharatas, the Kurus, the Madras, the Kambhojas and the Yavanas. Search the coastal lands of the Śākas, the kingdoms of the Bāhlikas, Ṛṣikas, Pauravas and the Ṭankaṇas. Look in China and the regions beyond China, in Nihāra, Daradā and in the Himālayas, among the forests and groves.

  ‘Go to Somāśrama, where the gods and gandharvas play, and then on to the golden-peaked Mount Kāla. Look for Sītā in the caves and crevices of that mountain. Crossing over that, you will come to Mount Sudarśana whose insides consist entirely of gold. Look in those forests and streams and caves for Sītā and Rāvaṇa. One hundred yojanās from there is a barren waste, with no mountains, trees or rivers and no form of life. Pass through that awful place quickly and make for the white Mount Kailāsa which will bring you great happiness. Kubera’s home, white as a cloud and decorated with gold, is situated there. Viśvakarmā built it for him. There is a beautiful pool in his gardens, filled with lotuses and lilies, where hordes of lovely apsarases come to play. Kubera, the god of wealth and the king of the yakṣas, lives there happily with his guhyakas, honoured by all beings. Look for Rāvaṇa and Sītā in those moonlit hills, forests and caves.

  ‘Go carefully into the caves of Mount Kraunca, for they are hard to access and entry into them is not easy. Great celestial sages who shine like the sun live there and even the gods worship them. Search through the peaks and valleys and slopes and caves of this mountain. Look especially carefully on the main peak of the Kraunca mountain as well as on the next mountain which is treeless and on Mount Mānasa, the home of the birds. No beings, not even the gods, dānavas and rākṣasas, can go there, but you should explore the area carefully.

  ‘After you have crossed Mount Kraunca, you will come to the mountain named Mainaka where the asura Maya lives, in a home that he built himself. Search on the slopes of the mountain and in its caves and in the homes of the horse-faced women who live there, wherever those homes may be. Beyond that lies the region in which the siddhas and the Vālakhilyas and the Vaikhānasas live in their hermitages, practising austerities. Honour them, for their austerities have made them pure and given them magical powers. Ask them for news of Sītā. Lake Vaikhānasas is covered with lotuses and sun-bright swans play in its waters. The elephant Sarvabhauma, Kubera’s mount, wanders in that region with his mates.

  ‘Beyond that lies a region that has neither sun nor moon nor stars, that has neither beginning nor end. But it is illuminated by the god-like people who live there. They have won magical powers and the ability to illuminate themselves by the practise of austerities and they enjoy their leisure in that place. Then you will come to the river Śailoda with its banks of bamboo. These bamboos carry the siddhas to the other side of the river and back. Thousands of streams run there, fed by pools with golden lotuses which have petals the colour of lapis. There are huge bodies of water there, covered with lotuses, some the colour of blood, some gold, and some bright as the rising sun. All over the area, there are fields of bright lilies the colour of sapphire with filaments of shining gold. The riverbanks spill the roundest pearls and the rarest gems of every kind. The mountains there blaze like fire. Made primarily of gold, they are filled with gems and jewels.

  ‘The divinely scented trees have fruits and flowers all year round. They fulfil all your wishes and even to touch them is to experience heaven. There are other trees there that produce clothes adorned with pearls and lapis for men and women. There are others that produce golden couches, exquisitely worked and beyond price. Still others produce flowers that have never been seen before and the finest food and drink, even young and lovely women whose charms are irresistible. Gandharvas, kinnaras, siddhas, nāgas and vidyādharas, bright as the sun, seek their pleasures there with their women. The air is always filled with music and song and laughter that delights the hearts of all creatures. There is no one there who is unhappy, nor anyone who is without his beloved and each day their pleasures and happiness increases.

  ‘Beyond this region lies the northern ocean in the middle of which stands the great golden mountain Somagiri. Those who go to the realms of Indra and Brahmā and the world of the gods can see that king of mountains. Even though the region is sunless, it is lit up by the glow of the mountain. Brahmā, the soul of the universe, lives here, waited on by ṛṣis.

  ‘You must not go beyond the Kurus for any reason whatsoever for the regions beyond are closed to all creatures. Even the gods cannot go beyond Somagiri. Take a look at it and return as quickly as you can. The monkeys can go no farther than this. Beyond this there is no sun and nothing familiar. Search in all the places that I have mentioned and also in the places that I have not, as you think best.

  ‘You are like the wind and the fire. When you have accomplished your goal and found Sītā, you will have pleased Rāma, the son of Daśaratha, and gratified me even more! And when you have done that, you will be free to go wherever you want with your families and loved ones. You can seek your pleasure, for I will have honoured you and placed infinite resources at your disposal!’

  Sugrīva had a special message for Hanumān because he felt sure that of all the monkeys, he was the one most likely to be successful. ‘Not on earth or in the sky, not in the heavens or the abode of the gods, nor in the waters is there anyone to rival your skills, bull among monkeys! You know all the worlds with their oceans and mountains. You know all the gods, the gandharvas, asuras and nāgas who inhabit them. Mighty monkey, your speed, power, energy and splendour can be compared only to the your father’s, the wind god’s! There is no creature on earth who is your equal and so I look to you to find Sītā. I find strength and wisdom, courage, knowledge of place and time, as well as familiarity with modes of diplomacy and negotiation in you alone!’

  Rāma understood Hanumān’s unique gifts and realized that he was particularly well-equipped to make the mission a success. He thought to himself, ‘The king of the monkeys clearly feels that Hanumān is the most likely to succeed and so I, too, must assume that he is the most capable of all. He must have proved his capacities by his past achievements for his master to have singled him out like this!’

  Rāma gazed at the enterprising monkey with deep satisfaction and felt as if his ends had already been achieved. He gave Hanumān his signet ring with his name engraved upon
it so that Sītā would recognize him as a messenger from Rāma. ‘By this sign, best of monkeys, Sītā will know that you have come from me and will receive you without fear. Your visible energy, spirit and valour, as well as Sugrīva’s words, indicate to me that you shall be successful!’

  The great monkey took the ring and honoured it by placing it upon his head. Then he touched Rāma’s feet and joined his palms and set off on his journey. At the head of the monkey army, Hanumān, son of the Wind, looked like the moon surrounded by stars in a cloudless sky. ‘Son of the Wind, with your strength and courage that rivals a lion’s, I depend on you to find Sītā!’ said Rāma.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  The great monkeys, knowing how ruthless and harsh Sugrīva could be, started on their journey, covering the earth like moths. And Rāma continued to live on the Prasravaṇa mountain with Lakṣmaṇa, waiting for the end of the one month that Sugrīva had stipulated for finding Sītā.

  Heroic Śatabali set off for the beautiful northern regions ringed by the king of mountains, Himālaya. Vinata went west with his followers. Hanumān, the son of the Wind, went south with Angada to the region where Agastya lived. And Suṣeṇa went to the dreaded west, to the regions guarded by Varuṇa. Now that he had despatched the monkeys, Sugrīva, their king, went back to his happy life.

  The monkeys went forth eagerly in their appointed directions. They roared and shouted and yelled in their excitement. ‘I shall bring Sītā back!’ ‘I shall kill Rāvaṇa!’ they boasted. ‘I will kill Rāvaṇa and pulverize all the other rākṣasas that I see! I will be the one who brings Sītā back!’ ‘Even if I am weak with exhaustion, I shall bring Sītā back, no matter if she is in the underworld!’ ‘I will uproot trees, tear down mountains, dig up the earth and agitate the ocean!’ ‘I can leap over the distance of one hundred yojanās!’ ‘I can leap more than that!’ ‘Nothing can stop me from searching the earth, the ocean, the mountains and the forests, even the underworld!’ And so the monkeys, proud of their strength and abilities, bragged and boasted to each other in the presence of their king.

  The monkeys did not have too much trouble following Sugrīva’s directions as they searched all over for Sītā. They looked everywhere, in lakes and rivers, in wide-open spaces and in thickets, in cities and areas in the mountains that were difficult to get to. They looked in the hills and forests of the regions Sugrīva had mentioned and they divided themselves into smaller groups to scour the area, determined to find Sītā. They would search all day and gather under fruit trees at night to sleep.

  When a month had passed, they returned to their king, dejected and forlorn. Mighty Vinata, who had searched the east with his followers as he had been instructed, returned without seeing Sītā. Śatabali, who had searched the north with his forces, returned at the same time. Suṣeṇa, who had searched the west with his monkeys, came back at the end of the month.

  They all went to Sugrīva, who was living on the slopes of Prasravaṇa with Rāma, and said, ‘We have looked in all the oceans, the mountains, the forests, the rivers, the cities and all the uninhabited places. We have looked in the caves that you mentioned and in the dense jungles overgrown with vines and creepers. We have looked in inaccessible places, in rough and impenetrable regions over and over again. We have seen impossibly huge creatures and we have killed them. But the great-souled Hanumān has gone to where Sītā has been taken and he is bound to find her!’

  Meanwhile, Hanumān had gone with Angada to search the region assigned to them and they had started on their task. He went deep into the south with his monkeys and scoured the caves and the thickets of the Vindhyas. The monkeys looked everywhere, on the peaks, in places that were hard to access because of rivers, in lakes, in the huge trees and on other mountains dense with undergrowth, but nowhere did they see Sītā, the daughter of Janaka.

  They moved from place to place in their search, living on different kinds of roots and fruits. They crossed over the Vindhyas into the neighbouring region that was barren and frightening. The bare trees bore neither fruit nor flowers. The rivers there ran dry and even roots were hard to find. There were no buffalo, no deer or elephants, no tigers, birds or any other kind of forest animals. There were no pools filled with fragrant lotuses and there were no bees.

  The sage Kāṇḍu had once lived there. He was rich in austerities, but he was quick to anger and his solitary life had made him stern. His ten-year-old son had been killed in that forest and so the angry sage had cursed the entire forest, making it inhospitable to birds and animals. But the monkeys searched calmly even through that wilderness with its hills and hollows and thickets. Though they were eager to please Sugrīva, they saw no sign of Sītā or her abductor.

  They went further into another frightful forest, thick with bushes and creepers, where they came upon a fearsome asura who was not afraid even of the gods. The monkeys saw him standing in front of them, as large as a mountain, and they girded their loins in preparation to attack. The mighty asura charged towards them, his clenched fists raised, shouting, ‘You are dead!’ Angada, the son of Vālī, mistook him for Rāvaṇa and struck him with his open palm. Blood poured from the asura’s mouth and he fell to the ground like a toppled mountain. Once he was dead, the victorious monkeys resumed their search of the caves. But they found nothing. Exhausted and utterly dejected, they assembled under a tree.

  Though he was tired and miserable, Angada spoke gently to the monkeys and comforted them. ‘We have looked everywhere, in mountains, forests, rivers and deep caves but we have not find the goddess-like Sītā or the rākṣasa who carried her away. A great deal of time has passed. But Sugrīva is a hard taskmaster so we must continue to search. We must ignore our fatigue and disappointment and the drowsiness that steals over us and keep looking until we find Sītā. Enthusiasm, enterprise and a mind that does not give in to defeat are all necessary ingredients for success. That is why I am saying this to you.

  ‘Let us scour this dense and impenetrable jungle today. Raise your spirits and begin the search again! A sincere effort always produces results. Let us not sit around here and wallow in our depression! Sugrīva can mete out terrible punishments when he is angry. We must protect ourselves from his wrath as well as Rāma’s! I speak for your benefit. If you agree with me, do as I suggest, otherwise, you had better come up with another plan!’

  Gandhamādana spoke up, his voice faint with fatigue and thirst. ‘Angada has made a good plan. You should accept his suggestion, monkeys, because it will be for your own good. Let us search through these hills and forests and caves and groves and these desolate mountains again!’

  So the mighty monkeys rose and went back into the dense forests of the Vindhyas. They climbed the silver mountain, white as an autumn cloud, and searched among its peaks and valleys, its forests and groves, eager to find Sītā. But even when they reached the top of the mountain, utterly exhausted, they had found no sign of Rāma’s beloved. They examined every inch of the mountain and finally, they climbed down, looking around them as they came. They reached the bottom, tired and miserable, and rested for a moment before they reassembled under a tree. Somewhat revived, they began their search of the south all over again. Led by Hanumān, they searched every single inch of the Vindhyas.

  They searched among the rocks and the hilly tracts of the mountains that were haunted by lions and tigers and they searched among the fast-flowing streams and waterfalls. And as they searched, the stipulated period of one month approached its end. The caves and crevices were hard to explore, but Hanumān searched them all. They went all over the southern region which was ringed by mountains on one side and the ocean on the other.

  Exhausted and tormented by thirst, they finally came upon a cave which was almost entirely hidden by trees and creepers. They saw all kinds of birds flying out of its mouth, their bodies wet and smeared with the pollen from red lotuses. The monkeys were amazed for as they came closer, a delightful fragrance w
afted from the cave. But the cave appeared hard to enter and they drew closer, suspicious and on their guard.

  Hanumān, large as a mountain and familiar with forested areas, said, ‘We are tired and thirsty and though we have looked all over this area ringed by mountains, we have seen no sign of Sītā. But we have seen birds drenched with water coming out of this cave. There must be a stream or a well deep inside it. That would also explain these lush trees at the entrance.’

  Following Hanumān, all the monkeys entered the enveloping darkness where no sun or moon was visible, a darkness so frightening, it made their hair stand on end. Inside the cave, there were all kinds of trees and, holding on to each other, the monkeys walked for a distance of about a yojanā. Fainting with hunger, thirst and fatigue, the monkeys went still deeper. Depressed and miserable, the monkeys had given up all hopes of survival when they suddenly came upon a wide-open space that was brightly lit.

  They found themselves in a pleasant forest where trees of gold blazed like fire and dazzled their eyes. There were all kinds of trees, some of them flowering, all of them as bright as the rising sun. They were surrounded by lapis and by blue lotuses and they were filled by birds. Pools the colour of the young sun teemed with gleaming golden fish and turtles. The monkeys saw huge mansions made of gold and silver by the waters. Their bright windows were decorated with strings of pearls, their gold and silver floors were studded with lapis and rubies. All around them were fruits and flowers that shone like coral and pearls, golden bees and lots of honey. There were couches and seats made of gold and studded with gems, huge vehicles, piles of gold and silver and bronze, heaps of priceless sandal and other unguents, the best and purest food and fruit, excellent drinks of honey and other juices as well as piles of exquisite clothes, carpets and fabrics.