KALIDASA, THE UNCROWNED KING.
Let me present the second best verse to be acclaimed as the best ever portrayal of human care for flora and fauna in ancient India...The intimate relationship of human life with the plants, vegetations around. A girl, deserted by her mother to be reared by the ascetics in forest environment with purity and innocence, interacts with creepers and plants as if they are humans full of love, care, feelings and friendship to the extent they react to her every interaction with equal magnanimity. It is Kalidasa, only and only Kalidasa who can depict the soft feelings alive in such an accuracy that the sage Kanwa asks their permission to bid good bye when she leaves for husband's home for ever. It is more touching than the previous verse I presented last week.
पातुं न प्रथमं व्यवस्यति जलं
युष्मास्वपीतेषु या
नादत्ते प्रियमण्डनापि भवतां
स्नेहेन या पल्लवम् ।
आद्ये वः प्रथमप्रसूतिसमये
यस्या भवत्युत्सवः
सेयम् याति शकुन्तला पतिगृहं
सर्वैरनुज्ञाप्यताम् ॥ IV -9
Here Sage Kanva is addressing the trees, plants and creepers of the hermit in the following words:
“She who never wanted to drink water without watering you, she who had such love and affection for you that she never plucked your flowers or leaves though she was fond of adorning herself, she for whom your first flowering or bearing fruit was a celebration, that Sakuntala is going to her husband’s palace. May you all bid her farewell and good bye.”
We will see the following valiant points with the social values up kept with intimacy and accuracy by the humanity at large at that time.
1. Love and affection for friends and nearers and nearers are instinctual in human behavior. Shakuntala, brought up with forest dwellers finds this care and feelings with the creepers and plants in the Hermitage. She plants them, brings up them by regular watering and caring like family members as a way of life required to lead a successful life in later years. She watches them grow up before her own eyes, every day.. She can't drink unless she waters then first.
2. Although she loves to wear flowers as ornaments, she can't pluck them because she loves to take care of them. She can't see them deprived. Here, you will find, women love to be ornamented and it is their age old practice.
3. It was her time to celebratebrate on the first occasion of budding in the creepers and plants. What a human touch, my God. Oh, it is too much my friend to depict so minutely the human life in the eyes of an innocent forest girl.
4. The last if all, Kanwa, the Maharishi, who reared this deserted girl in his Hermitage like his own child, asking the trees, plants, the flora, the fauna who watched this lonely girl brought up among their collective watch, to allow her leave them for her husband's house. The words, pl note friends... This Sakuntala, yours, is now going to her husband's house... Please give your permission, as if nothing was done without active participation and interaction in the social life without consulting flora and fauna.
It is your time now , friends to feel the uncrowned king of ancient literature, the unquestioned monarch... We need to be proud of our wealth, friends, by recognising ourselves. One verse only, I am sorry, I can't explain with my heart full because you have to curse me. Thanks.
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
Let me present the second best verse to be acclaimed as the best ever portrayal of human care for flora and fauna in ancient India...The intimate relationship of human life with the plants, vegetations around. A girl, deserted by her mother to be reared by the ascetics in forest environment with purity and innocence, interacts with creepers and plants as if they are humans full of love, care, feelings and friendship to the extent they react to her every interaction with equal magnanimity. It is Kalidasa, only and only Kalidasa who can depict the soft feelings alive in such an accuracy that the sage Kanwa asks their permission to bid good bye when she leaves for husband's home for ever. It is more touching than the previous verse I presented last week.
पातुं न प्रथमं व्यवस्यति जलं
युष्मास्वपीतेषु या
नादत्ते प्रियमण्डनापि भवतां
स्नेहेन या पल्लवम् ।
आद्ये वः प्रथमप्रसूतिसमये
यस्या भवत्युत्सवः
सेयम् याति शकुन्तला पतिगृहं
सर्वैरनुज्ञाप्यताम् ॥ IV -9
Here Sage Kanva is addressing the trees, plants and creepers of the hermit in the following words:
“She who never wanted to drink water without watering you, she who had such love and affection for you that she never plucked your flowers or leaves though she was fond of adorning herself, she for whom your first flowering or bearing fruit was a celebration, that Sakuntala is going to her husband’s palace. May you all bid her farewell and good bye.”
We will see the following valiant points with the social values up kept with intimacy and accuracy by the humanity at large at that time.
1. Love and affection for friends and nearers and nearers are instinctual in human behavior. Shakuntala, brought up with forest dwellers finds this care and feelings with the creepers and plants in the Hermitage. She plants them, brings up them by regular watering and caring like family members as a way of life required to lead a successful life in later years. She watches them grow up before her own eyes, every day.. She can't drink unless she waters then first.
2. Although she loves to wear flowers as ornaments, she can't pluck them because she loves to take care of them. She can't see them deprived. Here, you will find, women love to be ornamented and it is their age old practice.
3. It was her time to celebratebrate on the first occasion of budding in the creepers and plants. What a human touch, my God. Oh, it is too much my friend to depict so minutely the human life in the eyes of an innocent forest girl.
4. The last if all, Kanwa, the Maharishi, who reared this deserted girl in his Hermitage like his own child, asking the trees, plants, the flora, the fauna who watched this lonely girl brought up among their collective watch, to allow her leave them for her husband's house. The words, pl note friends... This Sakuntala, yours, is now going to her husband's house... Please give your permission, as if nothing was done without active participation and interaction in the social life without consulting flora and fauna.
It is your time now , friends to feel the uncrowned king of ancient literature, the unquestioned monarch... We need to be proud of our wealth, friends, by recognising ourselves. One verse only, I am sorry, I can't explain with my heart full because you have to curse me. Thanks.
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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