Preferred Citation: Narayana Rao, Velcheru, and David Shulman, translators, editors, and with an introduction by. Classical Telugu Poetry: An Anthology. Berkeley, Calif:  University of California Press,  c2002 2002. http://ark.cdlib.org/ark:/13030/kt096nc4c5/


 
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HOW TO MAKE GOD FALL IN LOVE

[9] Nanněcoda, 4.54–76, 78–82.

[Indra, king of the gods, has commissioned Manmatha, "Desire," to disturb śiva in his meditation and make him fall in love with the divine Uma, so that śiva will produce through Uma a son to lead the gods in war against their enemies. Manmatha has accepted this dangerous mission.]

"This job is just right for me," Manmatha said to Indra. "I accept. Give me the betel."

[10] The gift of betel nut and leaf seals a contract.

Thus honored by the king of the gods, Manmatha took his leave and headed home, together with his friend, Spring. Meanwhile, at home,

Rati, his wife,

[11] The name means "delight," especially sexual delight.

was ill at ease,
waiting for her husband to return.
Surprising evil omens were appearing.
Tremors shook her body, as if the antigods
had possessed her. She was sad and terrified.
Then she saw her husband's flag in the sky,
with a crocodile painted on it.
Bees buzzing, cuckoos cooing sweetly,
parrots singing joyful chants:
with a great flourish, Manmatha arrived,
eager to see his wife.
She looked at him and hid her inner sadness
with a smile. After the usual greetings,
she asked: "Indra summoned you for some
special purpose—what was that?"

She pressed him. He saw her feelings on her face. A little irritated, he replied, with a smile:

"You seem scared, though you're trying to hide it.
I can see in your movement
that you're masking fear.
Your lips are quivering. What is it that is
disturbing you? Tell me."

So she told him about the mysterious omens, some from the gods, some from the sky, some from the earth, and some from her own body. "Tell


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me what happened at Indra's court," she asked, looking very miserable. "Nothing special," he said. "He just asked me to disturb śiva and Uma, and I said I would do it." When she heard this, Rati was shocked, her heart shaking, and she said:

"Maybe Indra doesn't care that śiva is our family god,
but doesn't he know that the whole universe worships him?
It means nothing to him that śiva is a great Yogi,
but what about the fact that he is the Lord of all the worlds?
Indra may not fear a god who cut off Brahmā's head,
but isn't he afraid of someone who put an end to Death?
His three eyes may not be frightening,
but still he is Rudra, the Doomsday fire.
Indra is sending you against that terrible god.
Will helping Indra do us any good? If you take on
the strongest, death is certain. Doesn't Indra
know this?
Indra has sent you off without further thought.
He's a king, after all. You are going
as his lieutenant. But are you a warrior?
Will śiva be a pushover? You're hunting
a lion, and it will be a miracle if either you
or Indra survive.
All the women in heaven are in love with you.
Indra can't stand it. That's why he's sending you
to your death, on this pretext.
Those women don't look at him the way
they look at you. So Indra hates you
and wants you to die. Should you make it easy
for him by volunteering?
When the gods invited you for this mission,
you took it as an honor. They told you śiva
would be an easy target, so you quickly
got ready to go. But you're risking your life.
You're not even afraid of this impossible task.
Visnu and Laksmi

[12] Manmatha's parents.

would hardly approve
of your arrogant talk.

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If śiva opens his third eye, for some reason or other,
the whole universe dies in an instant.
How can you attack someone so fierce?
Very well, go ahead: how big a fish
can a little fish eat?
Like somebody who chews up a brick
at the wink of an eye,
you're so full of yourself
you want to take on the gods.
Fighting with Rudra for no reason
is like a locust fighting fire."

While Rati was telling him about śiva, and trying to discourage him, Manmatha looked at her and said:

"When I shoot my flower arrows, the hearts
of both śiva and Uma will simply melt
and unite. Do you have any doubt?
I want to achieve this goal, never attempted before
in any world. Skilled archer that I am,
I will make their bodies one.
You know, by what you've seen and heard,
that nothing in all the worlds
can cross my command. Why are you
so afraid? Why make the god draped in snakes
into such a vicious enemy?"

Manmatha thought this should put an end to the argument, but Rati was still thinking about śiva's power, and she said:

"His bow is the Mountain of Gold; yours
is made of sugarcane. His arrow is the deadly
Pāśupata. You shoot flowers that wilt at a touch.
He wrecks cities.

[13] The reference is to the Triple City of the antigods.

And you—you wreak havoc
in the hearts of men stranded far from their lovers.
However you look at it, you're as close to him
as a mosquito to an elephant.
Your soft arrows can't even penetrate
the hearts of those who worship śiva,
let alone the god himself. Is it wise
to think of vanquishing the invincible?

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I'm a woman, I'm frail, but if I look at you
in anger, you start to shiver.
What makes you think you can withstand
the fire from śiva's deadly eye?
Children chew it up and spit it out,
but still you rely on sugarcane
to make your bow.
Flowers that die when pressed into women's hair
you take for arrows.
The gentle breeze that can hardly move a tender bud
is your Chief Lieutenant,
and your elite units are manned by bees and parrots,
that any woman can shoo away.
Spring, burned up
at the touch of the mildest of summers,
is your ally. The spearhead in your attack
is a row of cuckoos, who are scared away by baby crows.
Armed like this, with such splendid troops,
you hope to move against the Fierce God?
Are you stronger than the Man-Lion, who got himself skinned?

[14] śiva, as śarabha-mŪrti, overcame Visnu as the Man-Lion.

Are you stronger than the Creator, who lost one of his heads?

[15] Brahmā was beheaded by śiva.

Are you mightier than Death, who was burnt to cinders?

[16] As Kālântaka, śiva destroyed Yama, the god of death.

Why pick a quarrel, for no reason, with the god
who destroys all?"

He listened, and replied: "Strength, valor, magical spells, schemes, meditations, mind control, and other such superhuman powers, however marvelous they may be, become soft under the influence of passion, like the moonstone when touched by moonbeams. Everyone knows this by experience.

When men who can crush an elephant to death
tightly hold them in their embrace,
women more tender than a flower
beg for more. Don't you know
the supreme power of passion?
If you want to know the reason:

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So long as living beings are either male or female
and have minds that feel,
that is enough—all of them
are controlled by Desire.
That's how the Creator made the world,
and He gave me this power."

Then he explained to her the supremacy of desire—the prime cause of the first creation—and convinced her. He was ready, now, to advance against God.


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Preferred Citation: Narayana Rao, Velcheru, and David Shulman, translators, editors, and with an introduction by. Classical Telugu Poetry: An Anthology. Berkeley, Calif:  University of California Press,  c2002 2002. http://ark.cdlib.org/ark:/13030/kt096nc4c5/