Valmiki (Sanskrit: वाल्मीकि, vālmīki) (during Lord Rama's time) is celebrated as the poet harbinger in Sanskrit literature. He is the author of the epic Ramayana, based on the attribution in the text of the epic itself. He is revered as the Adi Kavi, which means First Poet, for he discovered the first śloka i.e. first verse, which set the base and defined the form to Sanskrit poetry. The Yoga Vasistha is attributed to him. A religious movement called Valmikism is based on Valmiki's teachings as presented in the Ramayana and the Yoga Vasistha.
At least by the 1st century AD, Valmiki's reputation as the father of Sanskrit classical poetry seems to have been legendary. Ashvagosha ... more »
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Ayodrya, The Righteous City
Rich in royal worth and valour, rich in holy Vedic lore, Dasa-ratha ruled his empire in the happy days of yore, Loved of men in fair Ayodhya, sprung of ancient Solar Race, Royal rishi in his duty, saintly rishi in his grace,
'Dearly loved, devoted Sita! daughter of a royal line, Part we now, for years of wand'ring in the pathless woods is mine, For my father, promise-fettered, to Kaikeyi yields the sway, And she wills her son anointed,-fourteen years doth Rama stray,
Mithila, And The Breaking Of The Bow
Janak monarch of Videha spake his memage near and far, He shall win my peerless Sita who shall bend my bow of war, Suitors came from farthest regions, warlike princes known to fame, Vainly strove to wield the weapon, left Videha in their shame.
In the inner palace chamber stood the proud and peerless queen, With a mother's joy Kaikeyi gaily watched the festive scene, But with deep and deadly hatred Manthara, her nurse and maid, Marked the city bright with banners, and in scornful accents said:
The Council Convened
Thus the young and brave Satrughna, Bharat ever true and bold, Went to warlike western regions where Kaikeyas lived of old, Where the ancient Aswa-pati ruled his kingdom broad and fair, Hailed the sons of Dasa-ratha with a grandsire's loving care.
The People Consulted
With the voice of pealing thunder Dasa-ratha spake to all, To the princes and the burghers gathered in Ayodhya's hall: 'Known to all, the race of Raghu rules this empire broad and fair, And hath ever loved and cherished subjects with a father's care,
Kausalya's Lament And Rama's Reply
Slow and sad with Saint Vasishtha, with each widowed royal dame, Unto Rama's hermit-cottage ancient Queen Kausalya came, And she saw him clad in wild bark like a hermit stern and high, And an anguish smote her bosom and a tear bedewed her eye.
Tears of sorrow and of suffering flowed from Queen Kausalya's eye, As she saw departing Sita for her blessings drawing nigh, And she clasped the gentle Sits, and she kissed her moistened head, And her tears like summer tempest choked the loving words she said:
The Voice Of Hope
Hanuman from leafy shelters lifts his voice in sacred song, Till the tale of Rama's glory Lanka's woods and vales prolong: 'Listen, Lady, to my story;-Dasa-ratha famed in war, Rich in steeds and royal tuskers, arméd men and battle car,
Morning came and duteous Rama to the palace bent his way, For to make his salutation and his due obeisance pay, And he saw his aged father shorn of kingly pomp and pride, And he saw the Queen Kaikeyi sitting by her consort's side.
Message from returning Rama, Vanars to Ayodhya brought, Righteous Bharat gave his mandate with a holy joy distraught: 'Let our city shrines and chaityas with a lofty music shake, And ourpriests to bright Immortals grateful gifts and offerings make,
All his four heroic princes now with Dasa-ratha stayed In Mithila's ancient city, and their father's will obeyed, Thither came the bold Yudhajit prince of proud Kaikeya's line, On the day that Dasa-ratha made his gifts of gold and kine,
The Hermitage Of Atri
With the sandals of his elder Bharat to Ayodhya went, Rama sought for deeper forests on his arduous duty bent, Wandering with his wife and Lakshman slowly sought the hermitage, Where resided saintly Atri, Vedic Bard and ancient sage.
Spake Sumantra chariot-driver waiting by the royal car, 'Haste thee, mighty-destined Rama, for we wander long and far, Fourteen years in Dandak's forest shall the righteous Rama stray, Such is Dasa-ratha's mandate, haste thee Rama and obey.'
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Ayodrya, The Righteous City
Rich in royal worth and valour, rich in holy Vedic lore,
Dasa-ratha ruled his empire in the happy days of yore,
Loved of men in fair Ayodhya, sprung of ancient Solar Race,
Royal rishi in his duty, saintly rishi in his grace,
Great as INDRA in his prowess, bounteous as KUVERA kind,
Dauntless deeds subdued his foemen, lofty faith subdued his mind!
Like the ancient monarch Manu, father of the human race,
Dasa-ratha ruled his people with a father's loving grace,
Truth and Justice swayed each action and each baser motive quelled
People's Love and ...