RAMAYAN- FINAL VERSES I know this sounds weird, but please, you need to read this- an excerpt from a translated version of the Ramayan I received from a trusted source. I've verified it with the actual text and with a few sanskrit teachers, and they all told me it cooncides with the epic in the chronology of events. Tell me one thing, Hindus- where the fuck does this mention anything about crackers? It's a long text, but I did not feel like snipping it. Enjoy it or tolerate it; you certainly can't ignore it. Thus borne along in royal state King Rama reached Ayodhya's gate With merry noise of shells and drums And joyful shouts, He comes, he comes. A Brahman host with solemn tread, And kine the long procession led, And happy maids in ordered bands Threw grain and gold with liberal hands. Neath gorgeous flags that waved in rows On towers and roofs and porticoes. Mid merry crowds who sang and cheered The palace of the king they neared. Then Raghu s son to Bharat, best Of duty's slaves, these words addressed : "Pass onward to the monarch's hall, The high-souled Vanars with thee call, And let the chieftains, as is meet, The widows of our father greet. And to the Vanar king assign Those chambers, best of all, which shine With lazulite and pearl inlaid, And pleasant grounds with flowers and shade." He ceased, and Bharat bent his head, Sugriva by the hand he led, And passed within the palace where Stood couches which Shatrughna's care, With robes and hangings richly dyed, And burning lamps, had seen supplied. Then Bliarat spake : "I pray thee, friend, Thy speedy messengers to send, Each sacred requisite to bring That we may consecrate our king.' Sugriva raised four urns of gold, The water for the rite to hold, And bade four swiftest Vanars flee And fill them from each distant sea. Then east and west and south and north The Vanar envoys hastened forth. Each in swift flight an ocean sought And back through air his treasure brought, And full five hundred floods beside Pure water for the king supplied. Then girt by many a Brahman sage, Vashishtha, chief for reverent age, High on a throne with jewels graced King Rama and his Sita placed. There by Jabali, far revered. Vijav and Kasyap's son appeared ; By Gautam's side Katyavan stood, And Varaadeva wise and good, Whose holy hands in order shed The pure sweet drops on Rama's head. Then priests and maids and warriors, all Approaching at Vasishtha's call, With sacred drops bedewed their king, The centre of a joyous ring, The guardians of the worlds, on high, And all the children of the sky From herbs wherewith their hands were filled Rare juices on his brow distilled. His brows were bound with glistening gold, Which Mann's self had worn of old, Bright with the flash of many a gem, His sire's ancestral diadem. Shatrughna lent his willing aid And o'er him held the regal shade : The monarchs whom his arm had saved The chouries round his forehead waved. A golden chain, that flashed and glowed With gems the God of Wind bestowed: Mahendra gave a glorious string Of fairest pearls to deck the king, The skies with acclamation rang, The gay nymphs danced, the minstrels sang , On that blest day the joyful plain Was clothed anew with golden grain. The trees the witching influence knew, And bent with fruits of loveliest hue, And Rama's consecration lent New sweetness to each flowret's scent. The monarch, joy of Raghu 's line, Gave largess to the Brahmans, kine And steeds unnumbered, wealth untold Of robes and pearls and gems and gold. A jewelled chain, whose lustre passed The glory of the sun, he cast About his friend Sugriva's neck : And Angad, Bali's son to deck, He gave a pair of armlets bright With diamond and lazulite. A string of pearls of matchless hue Which gleams like tender moonlight threw Adorned with gems of brightest sheen, He gave to grace his darling queen. The offering from his hand received A moment on her bosom heaved ; Then from her neck the chain she drew, A glance on all the Vanars threw, And wistful eyes on Rama bent As still she held the ornament. Her wish he knew, and made reply To that mute question of her eye : "Yea, love ; the chain on him bestow Whose wisdom truth and might we know, The firm ally, the faithful friend Through toil and peril to the end." Then on Hanuman's bosom hung The chain which Sita's hand had flung, So may a cloud, when winds are still With moonlit silver guard a hill. To every Vanar Rama gave Rich treasures from the mine and wave, And with their honours well content Homeward their steps the chieftains bent. Ten thousand years Ayodhya, blest With Rama's rule, had peace and rest. No widow mourned her murdered mate, No house was ever desolate. The happy land no murrain knew, The flocks and crops increased and grew. The earth her kindly fruits supplied, No harvest failed, no children died. Unknown were want, disease, and crime: So calm, so happy was the time. --×-- The south has a parallel story for celebrating Diwali- the vanquishing of the demon Narakasur. I haven't been able to verify the statements about Narakasur asking Vishnu to let people burst crackers on his death anniversary. If anything of that sort is prescribed in a religious text, I'll be surprised. So either surprise me, or get that catherine wheel the fuck away from mankind. Thank you.