Lage kahan harikadha rasala/ Dacch prajes bhaye tehi kala//
Dekha bidhi bichari sab layak/ Dacchahi keenh prajapati nayak//
Lord Shiv started narrating very interesting stories of Sri Hari. At that time, Brahma ji venerated Daksha as the Lord of all Prajapati.
Badd adhikar dacch jab pava/ Ati abhimanu hridayam tab aava//
Nahim kovu as janma jag mahim/ Prabhuta payi jaahi mad nahim//
When he received such an elevated stature and power, Daksha became very vain. Everybody born in the mortal world, becomes conceited on being elevated to high powers.
Dacch liye muni boli sab karan lage badh jaag/
Nevate sadar sakal sur je pavat makh bhaag//
Daksha invited all sages and started a huge yagna. Daksha sent invitations to all devatas to attend his grand sacrificial rites.
Kinnar nag siddh gandharba/ Bandhunh samet chale sur sarba//
Bishnu biranchi mahesu bihayi/ Chale sakal sur jaan banayi//
Receiving Daksha’s invitation, kinnar, naag, siddhas, gandharvas travelled to his place with their consorts. Except Vishnu, Brahma and Shiva, the rest of the gods moved in their divine vehicles towards Daksha’s home.
Satim biloki byom bimana/ Jat chale sundar bidhi nana//
Sur Sundari karahim kal gaana/ Sunat Shravan chootahim muni dhyana//
Sati observed that many beautiful air-borne vehicles were flying overhead. Lovely women were singing melodious songs which were disturbing the meditation of sages.
Puchevu tab siv kahevu bakhani/ Pita jagya suni kuch harshani//
Jaum mahesu mohi ayasu dehim/ Kacchu din jayi rahaum mis ehim//
When she asked Lord Shiv about the vehicles, he told her about Daksha’s yagna. Sati brightened up on hearing about her father’s grand yagna. She thought that if her husband permitted her, she could visit her father for a few days.
Pati parityag hridayam dukhu bhari/ Kahayi na nij aparadh bichari//
Boli sati Manohar bani/ Bhay sankoch prem ras sani//
Sati’s heart was overburdened by Shivaji’s rejection of her as a wife but understanding her own mistake, she never spoke about it. Now Sati spoke sweetly, with hesitation and fear, but with her heart full of love.
Pita bhawan utsav jaum prabhu ayasu hoyi/
Tau mai javu kripayatan sadar dekhan soyi//
‘Lord, my father is having a big celebration at home. If you kindly permit me, I would like to respectfully pay a visit to my home.’
Kahehun eek morehu mann bhava/ Yeh anuchit nahim navet padava//
Dacch sakal nij suta bolayim/ Hamarem bayar tumhau bisarayim//
Lord Shiv spoke, ‘Even I like what you just said. However, your father, Daksha Prajapati, has not sent us any invitation. He invited all his daughters but intentionally forgot you due to his enmity with me.’
Brahmasabha hum san dukhu mana/ Tehi tem ajahu karahi apamana//
Jaum binu bolem jahu Bhawani/ Rahayi na seelu sanehu na kani//
‘ Once he got annoyed with me at a congregation in Brahma’s place. He continues to humiliate me even till today due to that. Bhawani, if you attend the function without an invitation, do not expect any loving welcome or respectful manners.’
Jadapi mitra prabhu pitu gur geha/ Jayiya binu bolehu na sandeha//
Tadapi birodh maan jah koyi/ Taham gaye kalyanu na hoyi//
‘Though it is said that one can unhesitatingly visit the homes of one’s master, friend, father and guru without any invitation, going to a place where there is hostility, will not lead to pleasant experiences.’
Bhanti anek sambhu samuchava/ Bhavi bas na gyanu ur aava//
Kah prabhu jahu jo binahi bolaye/ Nahim bhali baat hamare bhaye//
Though Lord Shiv tried to persuade Sati, she was adamant and did not appreciate his views. Then Lord Shiv said, ‘If you go without being invited, it is not a good step in my view.’
Kahi dekha har jatan bahu rahayi na Dacchkumari/
Diye mukhya gan sangh tab bida keenh Tripurari//
Despite the Lord’s multiple attempts to prevent Sati from going, when she insisted obstinately, the Lord send her to her father’s palace along with his main courtiers.
Pita bhavan jab gayim Bhawani/ Dacch tras kahu na sanmani//
Sadar bhalehi mili ek mata/ Bhaginim milim bahut musukata//
When Sati reached her father’s place, nobody welcomed her because of Daksha’s terror. Her mother met her respectfully and her sisters smilingly welcomed her.
Dacch na kacchu poochi kuslata/ Satihi biloki jare sab gaata//
Satim jayi dekhevu tab jagaa/ Katahu na deekh Sambhu kar bhagaa//
Daksha did not meet her or ask her about her well-being, instead he was incensed at her sight. When Sati proceeded to observe the yagna rites, she could not see Lord Shiv’s portion anywhere.
Tab chit chadevu jo Sankar kahevu/ Prabhu apmanu samuchi ur dahevu//
Pachhil dukhu na hridayam as byapa/ Jas yah bhayavu maha paritapa//
It was then that Sati realized the wisdom of Lord Shiva’s words. Finding her husband humiliated, her heart burned with fury and shame. The pain she endured due to her husband ignoring her was lesser compared to this anguish; when her beloved husband was being humiliated.
Jadapi jag darun dukh nana/ Sab tem kadin jati avamana//
Samuchi so Satihi bhayavu ati krodha/ Bahu bidhi jananim keenh prabodha//
Though there are many matters which trigger deep anguish in this world of ours, humiliation due to one’s identity/clan is the worst. Sati was burning in fury. Her mother tried in multiple ways to mollify and placate her.
Siv apamanu na jayi sahi hridayam na hoyi prabodh/
Sakal sabahi hadi hataki tab boli bachan sakrodh//
Yet, Sati could not bring herself to accept the disgraceful humiliation to her Lord. She spoke in front of the full congregation, in fury, rebuking them for such behaviour.
Sunahu sabhasad sakal muninda/ Kahi suni jinh Sankar ninda//
So phalu turat lahab sab kahu/ Bhali bhanti pacchitab pitahu//
‘All the courtiers and sages present here! All who participated in (spoke or listened ) Lord Shiva’s humiliation, you shall garner the fruits very soon. My father Daksha too shall reap the results soon enough!’
Sant Sambhu Sripati apabada/ Sunia jaham taham asi marjada//
Kattiya tasu jeebh jo basayi/ Sharavn moodi na ta chaliya parayi//
‘Wherever the sages, Lord Shiv or Lord Vishnu are humiliated, one has to cut off the tongues or run away from there with one’s ears tightly shut!’
Jagadatma Mahesu purari/ Jagat janak sab ke hitkari//
Pita mandmati nindat tehi/ Dacch sukra sambhav yeh dehi//
Lord Shiv who killed the Asura Tripur, is the soul of the universe. He is the father of earth and well wisher of everybody. Daksha, my ignorant father, humiliates such a great one. My body has sprung from Daksha’s own.
Tajihavu turat deh tehi hetu/ Ur dhari Chandramauli brishketu//
As kahi jog agni tanu jara/ Bhayavu sakal makh hahakara//
‘I am relinquishing this body of mine now, and am holding Lord Shiv’a glorious form, resplendent with moon on his tresses, close to my heart.’ Sati jumped into the sacrificial fire and turned into ashes. The whole yagyasala, where the rituals were being conducted, filled with shouts of horror.
Sati maranu suni Sambhu gan lage karan makh khees/
Jagya bidhams biloki Bhrigu raccha keenhi munees//
The bhootgana of Lord Shiv, getting to know about Sati’s death, started wreaking havoc on the pandal. Sage Bhrigu had to intervene to protect the sacrificial pyre.
Samachar sab Sankar paye/ Birbhadra kari kop padaye/
Jagya bidhams jayi tinh keenha/ Sakal suranh bidhivat bhalu deenha//
When Lord Shiv got to know about the incident, in his fury he created Virbhadra, who proceeded to Daksha’s place. He destroyed the sacrificial pandal and taught all those present there a lesson.
Bhai jagabidhit Dacch gati soyi/ Jasi kacchu Sambhu bimukh hai hoyi//
Yeh itihas sakal jag jani/ Tate mai samchep bakhani//
Whatever inevitable end happens to any foe of Shiva happened to Daksha also. ( He became famous for his horrible ending.) The whole world knows this story, and I have summarised it in my narrative.
Satim marat Hari san baru magaa/ Janam Janam Siv pad anuragaa//
Tehi karan himagiri grih jayi/ Janmi Parbati tanu payi//
As she died, Sati has sought a boon from Lord Vishnu that her heart stayed devoted to Lord Shiv in all her births. That’s why she was graced to be reborn as Himavan’s daughter Parvati.
Jab tem Uma sail grih jayim/ Sakal siddhi sampati tah chayim//
Jah tah muninh suashram keenhe/ Uchit baas him bhudhar deenhe//
From the moment of Uma’s birth, the whole kingdom became resplendent with multiple graces and prosperity. The sages came to build their ashrams and King Himavan generously allowed them land for the purpose.