India, myth and legend. Tales from Mahabharata.
A Noble Prince and Fair Princess — Swan Messengers of Love—A Royal Romance — The Love-sick Maiden — Indra and the Rishis — The Swayamvara—Gods Descend from Heaven—Nala’s Mission—Interview with Damayanti — A Faithful Lover—Gathering of Rajahs—Gods Rejected by Damayanti — The Choice of Nala—Wedding Gifts of the Gods — The Royal Marriage — Kali the Demon—Plot to Ruin Nala.
Nala and Damayanti.
Once upon a time there reigned in Nishadha (The south-eastern division of Central India.) a great rajah of choicest virtues whose name was Nala. He had great skill in taming steeds; he was a peerless archer, and was devoted to truth. Nala commanded a mighty army: like to the sun was his splendor, and he was exalted over all other kings as is the monarch of the gods. He had withal great piety, and he was deeply read in the Vedas, but he was ever a passionate lover of dice. Many a high-born lady spoke his praises, for he was generous of heart, and self-controlled, and the guardian of law. Indeed, Nala was a very present Manu (An incarnation of Manu, the first lawgiver).
Now there ruled over the neighbouring state of Vidarbha the mighty rajah Bhima, the terrible in strength, who was likewise of choicest virtues. He was childless, and he yearned for children. For long he had been wont to perform many holy deeds intent upon offspring, but without avail (It was a religious necessity to have offspring. A son performed the funeral rites which rescued his father’s soul from hell). It chanced, however, that one day there came to his court a Bráhman named Damana, and hospitable welcome was accorded him by the child-desiring Bhima, for the seer was feasted in the hall with the rajah and his royal consort. Thereafter a boon was conferred upon the queen: she became the mother of one sweet girl, the pearl of maidens, who was named Damayanti, and of three noble sons, Dama, Danta, and the renowned Dam’ana, who all grew great and powerful.
When fair Damayanti had attained the full bloom of her beauty, she was unequalled throughout the world for her brilliance and for her grace. Upon the faultless and slender-waisted maiden there waited, as about Indra’s queen, a hundred female slaves and a hundred virgin handmaids, and she shone among them, decked with jewels and rich ornaments, like to the goddess of beauty, unrivalled and without a peer. Never among the gods, or the Yakshas, or among mortal men was a maiden more fair ever heard of or ever beheld than soul-disturbing Damayanti, who disturbed the souls of the gods.
In presence of Bhima’s sweet daughter the high-born ladies of Vidarbha took joy in constantly praising Nala, that tiger among rajahs. Likewise before Nishadha’s king was Damayanti ever extolled because of her beauty. So it fell that, hearing much of each other’s virtues, the silent passion of love was nurtured in both their hearts. Impatient grew Nala as his love increased, and he was wont to wander in a grove within his palace garden musing secretly upon the maiden of faultless form. One day he saw disporting in the grounds a flock of beautiful swans with wings all flecked with gold. The rajah crept forward softly and seized one, and much he marvelled to hear it cry out in human language.
” Slay me not, O gentle king, and to thee I will render a service, for I will praise thee in the presence of Damayanti so that ever after she shall think of no other mortal man but thee.”
Immediately Nala set the bird at liberty, and it flew away rejoicing with its bright companions towards Vidarbha. When they reached the ladies’ garden of Bhima’s palace they settled down at the feet of Damayanti, who was reposing in the shade with her virgin handmaids. All the fair young women gazed in wonder on the swans, admiring their graceful forms and their plumage gleaming with gold, and ere long they began to pursue them among the trees. Then of a sudden the bird which Damayanti followed spoke to her in human language and said: ” Damayanti, hear! The noble king Nala dwells in Nishadha. Comely is he as a god, nor can his equal be found in the world. Thou art the pearl of women, and he is the pride of men. If thou wert wed to him, then would perfect beauty and noble birth be united. Blessed indeed would be the union of the peerless with the peerless.”
Wondering, the maiden listened while the bird conversed thus strangely, and then she said: ” Speak also unto Nala in this manner.”
The swan made answer: “So be it,” and thereupon took flight with the others to Nishadha, where it related unto Nala all that had taken place.
Ever after that day Damayanti ceased to live for herself alone; all her thoughts were given up to Nala. She desired most to sit apart in silent reverie; the bloom faded from her cheeks, and she grew dejected and melancholy. Indeed, the maiden yielded up her soul to sorrow, and much she sighed in secret, gazing upward and meditating, for love had taken possession of her heart; nor did she find pleasure in sleep, or in gentle converse, or in merry banquets. In the midst of her broken slumbers she was wont to weep and cry out: “Oh, woe is me!”
The virgin handmaidens read her heart, and they went before her sire and told that his gentle daughter was pining for the monarch among men. When Bhima
heard this, he pondered deeply what should be done for Damayanti, and he perceived that her time for the swayamvara (The ceremony at which a princess made public choice of a husband from among a number of suitors gathered together.) had come. So he summoned all the high-born rajahs upon earth, saying: “O heroes of the world, come ye to the swayamvara.”
Then did the whole land resound with the trampling of elephants and horses* and the rumbling of chariots, for the stately princes, followed by their armies, swarmed towards the court of Bhima. By the strong lord of Vidarbha were they welcomed with honour, and they sat upon their thrones.
Now it happened that at this time these two wise sages, Narada and Parvata, (Two of the ten Rishis (saints) who were sons of Brahma. Narada was a messenger of the gods. Parvata was his great rival.) ascended Mount Meru to Swarga, the heaven of Indra, and they saluted the Cloud compeller within his palace. The immortal lord bade them welcome, and asked how it fared with the world. Narada said it fared well with the world and with all the mighty kings. Then Indra spake, saying: “Where are all the royal heroes? Why do they not come hither as my honoured guests?” (Indra wonders that no battle-slain heroes are arriving at the Indian Valhal.)
The wise sage made answer and said: “O Cloud compeller, the great rajahs cannot appear before thee because even now they are hastening one and all to the swayamvara of Damayanti, the renowned daughter of Bhima, the fairest woman upon earth. O slayer of drought demons, every king seeks to woo this maid of transcending beauty, for she is the pearl of all the world.”
As Narada spake, the other gods drew nigh and listened to his stately utterance. Then together they exclaimed with rapture: “We also will go thither. . . .” In an instant they were hastening through the air in their chariots towards the city of Vidarbha to mingle with the wooers of Bhima’s fair daughter.
Meanwhile Nala had set forth with joy, his heart full of love for Damayanti. The gods beheld him standing upon the surface of the earth with radiance like to the sun, and they arrested their course, gazing in mute wonder, for he was as comely as the god of love. Then, dropping down through the blue air, they hailed the stately hero, saying: ” Do as we now beseech thee, O most excellent of princes; be thou the bearer of our message.”
Nala adored the gods with folded hands and promised to obey their will, saying humbly: “Who are ye that now command my service?”
Indra spoke and said: “Lo! we are the dread guardians of the world. I am Indra, lord of heaven; yon is Agni, god of fire; here is Varuna, king of the waters; and there is Yama, lord of the dead. Thou must inform Damayanti that we have come to woo her and say to her: ‘ Choose for thine husband one of the celestial beings’.”
Nala made answer with folded hands, saying: “Send me not, I entreat thee, upon this mission. How can I, who am enamored with the maiden, plead aright the cause of another. In mercy spare me, ye gods—spare me this unwelcome service.”
But the gods would not be moved from their purpose. They reminded Nala he had already promised to do their will, and they therefore urged him to set forth without delay lest he should belie his words.
Then the lord of Nishadha pleaded: “The palace of Bhima is strongly guarded, and I cannot enter there.” Indra said: “Thou wilt indeed enter.” And lo! even as the god spake, Nala found himself standing before Damayanti in her secret bower.
The beauteous maiden was surrounded by her virgin band, and he gazed upon her faultless limbs and slender waist and into her entrancing eyes. Her shining beauty excelled even the tender rays of the moon. The love of Nala grew deeper and stronger as he looked upon the smiling princess; but he curbed his passion, remembering his mission.
All the maidens gazed with wonder and joy at the noble form, and in their hearts they exclaimed: “Oh! the splendid one; oh! the strong and mighty hero—who is he? … Is he god, or Yaksha, or Gandharva?” But they spoke not a word, for they were made bashfully silent by reason of his beauty.
Nala smiled upon Damayanti, and first she smiled softly in return; then she exclaimed in her wonder: ” Who art thou that hast come hither like a celestial being to awaken all my love. Speak and tell, O sinless lord. How didst thou contrive to enter the palace unseen, for surely all the chambers are strongly guarded by stern orders of the king?” (Evidently the zenana system was in vogue prior to the Mohammedan conquest.) The rajah made answer, saying: “O thou fairest one, know now that I am even Nala, and that I come hither as the messenger of the gods Indra and Agni, Varuna and Yama, and through their power have I entered here, unseen nor stayed, for it is their desire that I should say unto thee: ‘ Choose, O princess, for thine husband one of the celestial beings’. Such is the purpose of my mission from the great world guardians. Having heard me, thou mayst decide as thou wilt.”
Damayanti at once did homage to the gods. Then she smiled upon Nala and spoke, saying: ” Lo! I am thine already, and whatsoever I possess is thine also.
O give me thy love in return, Nala. For know that my heart’s love was increased by the endearing words of the swan, and it is because of thee that the rajahs are all gathered here now. If thou wilt despise me, I will suffer death for thy sake by fire, or by water, or even by the noose (Death by hanging was not-regarded as a special disgrace.).“
The rajah made answer and said: “Wilt thou despise these, the gods, and choose for thine husband a mortal who is more lowly than the dust they walk upon? Let thy heart aspire to them. Remember, too, that the man who incurs the anger of the world’s dread guardians will meet with certain death. From such a fate oh shield me, thou fairest one! … So choose one of the perfect gods, and thou shalt have robes unsullied by dust, garlands that never fade, and celestial joy without end.”
Trembling, and with tear-dimmed eyes, Damayanti said: “I do homage with due humility to all the gods, but oh! I desire thee for my husband, thee and thee only.” But Nala spake, saying: “I am charged with the mission of the celestial beings, and cannot plead for myself now. But afterwards I will come to claim thee, and will speak boldly, O bright one, so remember me in thine heart.”
The maiden smiled through her tears. ” Ah!” she said, ” I see now a way of escape. . . . When thou comest to the swayamvara, enter thou together with the gods, and I will name thee as mine own, so that no sin may be charged against thee.”
Then Nala returned to the gods, who waited him eagerly, and he told them all that the maiden had said, word for word. ” In thy wisdom,” he added, ” thou wilt judge of what remains, O ye excelling gods.”
When at length the day of happy omen, the day of the swayamvara, arrived, Bhima summoned at noontide all the love-sick rajahs, and they passed through the court of golden columns and under the bright portal arch, and entered the Hall of State like to lions on the mountains. The rajahs were then seated on their thrones, adorned with garlands and with dangling ear gems. The arms of some were robust and powerful like the battle mace; those of others were delicate and smooth as a serpent. With profuse and flowing hair, shapely noses, and arching eyebrows, the faces of these great lords were radiant as the stars in heaven. As a mountain cave is full of tigers, so was Bhima’s great Hall full of rajah tigers on that day.
When Damayanti entered in state, every eye and every soul was entranced by her dazzling beauty; all these lords of earth gazed upon her with unmoving eyes. . . . The name of each rajah was proclaimed in turn, and Nala, looking about her, was suddenly stricken with dismay, for she perceived that there were present five Nalas who were undistinguishable in form and attire one from another. The four gods who desired to win her had each assumed the likeness of her beloved one.
Whichsoever of these she gazed upon, he seemed to be her rajah, and in her secret heart she wailed: “How can I discern Nala among the celestial beings?”
In her sore distress the trembling maiden folded her hands and did homage before the gods, to whom she prayed, saying: ” When I heard the sweet words of the swans, I pledged my heart to Nala. I adjure thee by this truth, O ye gods. Oh! reveal my lord. “ From my faith I have never swerved either by word or by deed. I adjure thee by this truth, O ye all-knowing Powers. Oh! reveal my lord.
” The gods have destined that Nala should be mine husband. I adjure thee by this truth. Oh! reveal my lord.
“The vow which I so pledged to Nala is holy, and I must ever keep it. I adjure thee by this truth. Oh! reveal my lord.
” O ye mighty ones, ye guardians of the world, assume now your forms divine, so that I may know Nala, the monarch of men.”
The gods heard the sad maiden’s piteous prayer and marvelled greatly. They perceived that her resolve was firm, that she was constant in truth and in love, and was holy and wise, and that she remained faithful to her lord. So they revealed the tokens of their greatness ( Deities cast no shadows, they never perspired, nor did their feet touch the ground when walking. Their eyes never winked.).
. . . Then Damayant! was able to discern the four celestial beings because their skins were without moisture and their eyes never winked, there was no dust on their garlands and their feet did not touch the earth.
She also knew Nala because he cast a shadow; there was dust on his raiment, and his garland was beginning to fade; drops of moisture stood on his skin, and his eyelids moved.
Gazing first upon the celestial beings and then upon him who was her heart’s desire, Damayanti named Nala as her lord. She modestly touched the hem of his garment and threw round his neck a wreath of bright flowers, and thus chose him for her husband.
All the rivals of Nala uttered cries of sorrow, but the gods and the sages exclaimed aloud: “Well done! Well done!” and honored the lord of Nishadha.
Nala spake in his joy to fair Damayanti, saying: ” Since thou, O maiden with serene smile, hast chosen me for thine husband in the presence of the gods, know that I will be a faithful consort who will ever take delight in thy words. I am thine, and so long as my life endures I will be thine only.”
So did the lord of Nishadha pledge his faith, and the heart of the maiden was made glad. The happy pair then did homage before the gods, and these resplendent guardians of the earth bestowed, in their joy, eight surpassing gifts upon Nala. Indra gave him power to behold the godhead in the sacrifice, and power to walk unhindered by any obstacle wheresoever he desired; Agni gave him power over fire, and power over the three worlds ( Heaven, earth, and the underworld. ); Varuna gave him power over water, and power to obtain fresh garlands at will; and Yama gave him subtle skill in preparing food, and eminence in every virtue. Each of the gods also conferred his double blessing upon Nala, and thereafter they departed.
All the rajahs wondered greatly when they beheld the maiden’s choice confirmed in this manner, and they went away as they came, with joy, and returned unto their own domains.
Bhima rejoiced greatly when the happy bridal was celebrated in pomp and with state, and he bade Nala adieu with great courtesy when that great lord of Nishadha, after fitting sojourn at Vidarbha, set out to return to his native city with the pearl of-women whom he had won.
Now it chanced that when the gods had left the swayamvara they met in the midst of the blue air Kali ( Dovtsoa regards the demon Kali as the personification of the Kali Yuga. ), the demon of evil, who was accompanied by the wicked spirit Dwapara. Indra, the slayer of giants, spoke and said: “Whither art thou going with Dwapara, O Kali?” Kali made answer: “We are hastening to the swayamvara, for it is my desire to obtain Damayanti as my
Smiling, the king of gods spake, saying: ” The bridal is now arranged and ended, for lo! the fair Damayanti has chosen Nala for her husband in our presence.”
When he heard these words, the heart of Kali was made angry, and he exclaimed: ” Since she has preferred a mortal in presence of the celestial beings, let her choice be her own doom.”
But the gods said: “Know thou that our consent was freely given, because Damayanti has chosen for herself a husband endowed with all the virtues, and equal even to the guardians of the world. If anyone should chance to curse Nala, the curse will recoil fatally, and the curser will be cast into the torments of the dark lake of hell. Having spoken thus, the bright deities ascended the heavens.
Then said Kali to Dwapara: ” I cannot now control my fierce wrath. Lo ! I will be avenged upon Nala, for I will enter his body, and he will be bereft of his kingdom and of his bride. Thou, Dwapara, wilt enter the dice and give me thine aid.”
So was a malignant compact arranged between the demon of evil and his darksome ally, and together they went towards Nishadha to haunt the stately palace of Nala, waiting for the fatal moment.