Vrata-katha for Saturn about King Vikrama
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A Little Astronomy and Astrology)
Meanwhile, the king somehow made his way to the city of Tamalinda and, upon entering it, immediately found himself in the marketplace. Tired from the journey, he sat down to rest at the entrance to a shop. As it happened, the goods in that shop immediately began selling twice as quickly as usual. Noticing this, the owner thought as he looked at King Vikrama: “Surely this man is very fortunate and happy.” He greeted King Vikrama with great respect, ushered him into his shop, seated him, and said:
— Rinse your mouth, wash your hands and feet, and bathe; then come to my house and share a meal with me. What caste do you belong to, where is your home, and what is your name?
The king replied:
— By birth I am a kshatriya, and my homeland is far from here. I wandered for a long time, and then came to this city and, seeing your shop, sat down here to rest.
Having heard this, the merchant said:
— A good answer. Since you are here, please come with me.
Saying this, he led the king into his wealthy home, which stood nearby. There King Vikrama bathed and performed his daily rituals, after which the merchant ceremoniously seated him at the table and began serving him exquisite and rare dishes possessing all six tastes.Having eaten their fill, they washed their hands and faces with fragrant water and began chewing betel leaves and nuts.
It so happened that the merchant’s daughter, whose name was Alolika (“Imperturbable”), was at that time looking for a suitable husband. Her father, too, had been diligently observing the young men, but he could not find anyone worthy of his daughter until fate unexpectedly brought this fortunate man into his shop—the perfect candidate for a son-in-law. Sending for his daughter, the merchant said to her:
— Alolika! Today I met a man who is suitable for you.
Go and adorn him with garlands as a sign that he is your chosen one, and marry him.
And the girl replied:
— Very well, Father. But I will not marry him until I have tested him. Before entering into marriage with him, I must know how wise, intelligent, and profound he is. When evening comes, send this guest to spend the night in the room where I practice the arts and learn crafts. There I will test him, and if he passes the test, I will marry him.
The merchant did as his daughter requested and sent the king to spend the night in the room where Alolika studied the arts. Upon entering the room, the king was astonished to see the walls covered with many marvelous paintings depicting elephants, horses, and birds. In the middle of the room stood a canopied bed, with a velvet mattress beneath a white coverlet and embroidered pillows on either side. A pearl chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling, and Pearl threads stretched out from it in every direction, so that the room itself seemed covered by a canopy. Lamps illuminated the room with a bright light, like the radiance of the moon, and garlands of roses gave off a sweet fragrance in the breath of the breeze. Beside the bed stood an ivory table covered with vials of rosewater and all kinds of incense.
And when King Vikrama saw these incomparable adornments, he thought: “Well, well! What kind of country is this? And what beauty there is here! Truly, the workings of karma are capricious. No one is able to comprehend them. It seems to me that all this is merely one of the illusions of the lord Saturn, with which he has resolved to deceive me once again. Yes, there can be no doubt about it. Even this merchant’s daughter must be part of the illusion. Let us see what happens next.” With these thoughts, he lay down, covered himself completely, and pretended to be asleep.
Yes, he was only pretending to sleep, for sleep fled from him. How could he fall asleep beneath Saturn’s stern gaze, knowing that this cruel god would rule his life for another seven and a half years? And so, lying with his head covered, the king remained awake, weighed down by grim thoughts of the misfortunes and troubles that inevitably awaited him in the future.
Some time passed, and the merchant’s daughter, adorned with sixteen kinds of jewels and ornaments, entered the chambers. Pearls and diamonds encircled her delicate neck, her hair, strewn with pearls, cascaded in smooth waves, and a diamond sparkled in the wing of her nose. Her divine beauty her body shone through her rich garments, as flashes of lightning shine through golden evening clouds. She entered the room with great hopes, and the ringing of the bracelets on her ankles echoed her joyful Thoughts. Every pore of her skin exuded fragrance as she approached the bed. But then Alolika saw that the king was sleeping with his head completely covered.
It should be said that this girl was highly skilled at testing those who hoped to win her hand, and very resourceful in dealing with them. Trying to awaken the king, she began sprinkling saffron water on him. But how can one awaken someone who is merely pretending to sleep? One who is asleep may speak, but one who is alert will remain silent.
For three whole hours the merchant’s daughter tried to awaken the king, but in vain. At last, sighing heavily, she hung her pearl necklace on a hook beside the bed and, with a trembling heart and trembling all over, lay down beside the king. Soon sleep overcame her.
Then the king pulled the covering from his head and, seeing Alolika, thought: “People call me brave and valiant and say that all my thoughts are devoted only to serving others. Day and night I feared committing a sin. And now here beside me is a young girl whom I will not marry. How can I explain to her the situation in which I find myself? If the sages consider it a sin even to speak privately with an unmarried girl, how great a sin would it be to touch her?”
Thus the king lay there, pondering, when suddenly A miracle appeared before his eyes: one of the swans from the painting adorning the wall suddenly came to life and jumped down onto the floor. Waddling over to the string of pearls hanging from a hook, which Alolika had taken from her neck, it began swallowing the pearls one after another. The king gazed in great amazement at this marvel, which promised him nothing good, and thought: “What is happening now will bring me much suffering. I will have to pay dearly for this! If the swan eats all the pearls and I do nothing to stop it, I will be accused of theft and put on trial! But I cannot take this necklace away from the swan: until now, I have never refused anyone who asked me for something, because I know that refusal causes suffering. So let them put me on trial for theft rather than have me destroy my reputation as a generous king by taking the pearls from the swan!” With these thoughts, the king finally fell asleep.
And when the girl awoke in the morning and saw the sleeping king beside her, she thought irritably: “This man, whom my father intends for me to marry, is a worthless fool! It wasn’t enough that he slept through the whole night—he is still asleep!”
Thus, muttering under her breath and berating the king, the merchant’s daughter made her way to the place where she had hung her pearl necklace. But when she did not find it there, she roughly shook the king awake and said to him:
—Now I understand! You are not the wretched simpleton you pretend to be, but a great swindler! You stole my necklace and then went to sleep. But you will not get away with this! Return my necklace and get out of ourat home!
In response, the king exclaimed:
— Sister! I did not take your necklace. I was merely sleeping here,
and you are accusing me unjustly.
Then the enraged girl ran to her father and shouted:
— There is nothing more to say—you certainly found me a suitable husband, Father! This guest of yours is a swindler and a thief, and no novice at the trade. Last night he stole my pearl necklace and hid it somewhere.
Hearing this, the merchant rushed at the king and angrily berated him:
— Worthless fool! I gave you shelter, fed you the finest food, and offered you my own daughter as a wife! And how did you repay me? What have you done?!
King Vikrama replied:
— I did not steal the necklace. My evil fate is to blame for everything.
Because of it, I have landed in this predicament.
These words drove the merchant into a rage, and he ordered his servant:
— Seize this swindler, tie him up, and thrash him properly. Perhaps that will make him confess to his crime! It seems there is no other way to make him see reason.
The servant tightly bound King Vikrama with a rope and began beating him, while the merchant merely shouted:
— Hit him harder! Surely only then will he confess that he stole the necklace and return it. There is no room for sympathy here!
And the merchant’s servants beat him with such zeal that King Vikrama, despairing as Saturn’s noose tightened around his neck, cried out:
— O merchant! I know nothing about the missing necklace. Your servants are beating me for nothing! You examined my body and searched my clothes, but found nothing. Have mercyme at least a little! I did not take the necklace; I know nothing about it, and I don’t have it! You’re beating me for no reason!
Then the merchant said to his servants:
— Clearly, we are dealing with an experienced thief. Despite the beating, he still insists on his innocence. Take him to the king. The king’s justice will teach him a lesson! That’s when he’ll return our necklace!
(to be continued)
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