09SomadattaAndMadansena
Somdev Bhatt 11th Century. Original in
Sanskrit.
English Translation: C. A. KINCAID, c. v. o.
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Background. "Vikram Aur
Betaal" is a series of enchanting tales derived from the
11th-century work 'Betaal Pachisi' by Kashmiri poet Somdev Bhatt. The
narrative follows the wise and adventurous King Vikramaditya of Ujjain.
When a mendicant consistently gifts him fruits containing rubies, the
king's curiosity is piqued. Meeting the mendicant under specific, eerie
conditions, Vikramaditya learns of a task only he can perform: to
retrieve a corpse, Betaal, from an ancient tree for the mendicant's
mystical rituals. As King Vikramaditya carries the corpse, Betaal's spirit tells him tales, concluding each with a riddle. If Vikramaditya knows the answer but stays silent, his head will shatter. But answering breaks his vow, and Betaal returns to the tree, making the king restart his mission. After 25 stories, Betaal reveals the mendicant's ulterior motive: to gain unparalleled powers by sacrificing the king. Forewarned by Betaal, Vikramaditya confronts the mendicant and, through his wit, triumphs over the deceitful ascetic. |
THE NINTH
TALE
SOMADATTA AND
MADANSENA
ONCE upon a time there was a town called Mandanpur. Over it ruled a king
named Virvar. In it also lived a Vaishya named Hiranyadatta who had a
daughter called Madansena. One
spring day she went with her maid servants to play in her garden.
By a strange chance it so happened that just then one
Somadatta the son of a merchant named.
Dharmadatta was walking with a friend. In the course of his walk he came
to the garden. Directly when he saw
Madansena, he fell head over ears in love with her.
He turned to his friend and said, "If I can marry that lovely
maiden, my love will have won its crown. But if I cannot, my life is
worthless." Then unable to
control himself, he ran into the garden and taking Madansena by the hand
he cried, "If you will not bestow your love on me, I shall take my
life."
‘’That would be a dreadful sin," cried Madansena, "do not do it." "Yes,
what you say is true," answered the youth. "But my whole body is on fire
for love of you. Such are
my torments that the words sin and merit have no longer any meaning.
I shall surely kill myself if you do not hold out some hope that
you will love me in return."
Madansena distracted by pity for the youth and by the fear that he would
kill himself said, "I am to be married five days from now. But I promise
to go and see you and bid you goodbye
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before I go to my husband's house". Then turning away she ran back to
her house as fast as she could. Somadatta turned back and went home.
Five days afterwards Madansena was married. She found no opportunity of
slipping away to say goodbye to Somadatta. Much against her wish she
went to her husband's house. That 'night she told her husband of the
promise she had made to Somadatta. "If you wish to bid him goodbye,"
said her husband, "go and do so now." Madansena left the house and took
the road leading to Somadatta's house. As
she went a robber saw her and pleased at the prospect of a rich booty
went up to her and said, "Where are you going so late at night, so
richly dressed and
jeweled'?" Madansena answered, "I am going to see a friend". "Is no one
going with you'?" said the robber. Madansena told him of the promise
that she had made to Somadatta. "I know,'? she said "that you are a
robber, but this time please let me go.
I promise you that when I return I shall give all my jewelry to
you."
The robber thought for a moment, that he said to himself, "She must come
back by the same road and the she will give me her jewels. For as she is
only going to bid a friend goodbye, she cannot stay there, and
this is the only path
by
which she can return." The thief therefore, stayed where he was and
waited for her to come, back. Madansena went on until she reached
Somadatta's house. She
roused him.' He woke with a start.
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"Fair girl," he said in his bewilderment: "Are you the daughter of a god
or of a magician or
are you a
serpent maiden from Patala? *
Why have you come?" "Nay," said Madansena with a smile, "l am but
a human maid, my father is Hiranyadatta, my name is Madansena; but you
have forgotten me. Not so
long ago you took my hand and made me swear that I would come and bid
you goodbye. If you still care for me, I am ready to stay with you
always." "But," said Somadatta, "did you tell your husband that you were
coming?" "Yes," said Madansena, "l told him everything."
A great wave of pity then came over Somadatta for the brave girl
who had gone through so much to keep her promise to him.
"No, dear maid," he said, "you belong to your husband; you must
not stay with me." Madansena turned away and slipping from the house
went back the way she had come. As she went, she met the robber and told
him everything. The robber was so struck with the tale that he would
take nothing from her.
She continued her journey until she reached her home. There she
told her husband all that had befallen her. The husband took her back
and forgave her everything. For as he said, "Chastity is the glory of
the wife. Its song is the glory of the nightingale. And forgiveness is
the glory of the righteous man".
* Nag Kanya.
These are the maidens of the race of the Nagas who are said to have
sprung from Kadru wife of Kasyapa. Patala is the lowest of the seven
underground regions. The others are Atala, Vitala, Butala, Mahatala,
Rasatala and Talatala.
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·when the oilman's son had reached this point, he said to King Vikrama,
0 king, who do you think had the
greater merit of those three persons?" "The robber," answered the king.'
"But why?" asked the oilman's
son. "Because the husband knew that he would not gain his wife's love by
scolding her. So he let her go. Somadatta sent her away because he
feared for his own reputation and the punishment which the king might
inflict on him if she stayed with him. The robber had no such motive. He
would not rob her because he honoured her courage and innocence.
The robber's, therefore, was the
greatest merit."
At this point the king saw that he was alone. He remembered that he had
again broken his promise. He went back to the burning ground and found
the dead body, hanging as before to the tree. He took it down and
flinging it across his back began once more to retrace his steps. As he
did so, the oilman's son began to tell his tenth tale. |