Shree Shookdeo Jee said, O great king! one day Shree Muhadeo Jee was
sitting in his house in a state of religious meditation, when Ramdeo
came suddenly, and annoyed him; and his thoughts wandered from Huri;
and, being without knowledge, he began to indulge in amorous dalliance
with Parbutee Jee. When, after having sported some time, his intellect
returned to Shivù, he was filled with anger, and burnt Ramdeo to
ashes. When Shivù had burnt the powerful Ramdeo, Ruti lost all
firmness. Without her husband, she was in a state of great agitation;
and became weak and restless. The wife of Ramdeo wandered about,
rolling on the ground: and calling on her husband, embraced the
ground. Observing that she was much distressed at the loss of her
husband, Parbutee thus addressed her, “O Ruti! be not sad, but listen
while I mention how your husband will be restored again to you. He
will first be born in the house of Shree Krishnù Chund, and his name
will be Purdiyomun. Afterwards, a demon, named Sunbur, will carry him
off, and set him adrift in the sea; having after this come into the
belly of a fish, he will appear in the food of Sunbur: go, and take up
your abode there, and when your husband arrives, take him and bring
him up; eventually he shall slay Sunbur, and, having taken you to
Dwarka, shall live there happily with you.” O great king! the wife of
Shivù thus advised Ruti, who, having recovered her spirits, came to
the house of Sunbur, and took up her abode in his cook-room, and night
and day, was in anxious expectation of the arrival of her husband.
Having narrated thus much of the history, Shree Shookdeo Jee
said,--Raja! Ruti, in expectation of meeting with her husband, began
thus to take up her abode in the kitchen of Sunbur; and Rookmunee
became pregnant; and after the full period of ten months, was
delivered of a son. Having obtained intelligence of this event, the
astrologers came; and having determined upon the proper moment, said
to Basoodeo Jee, “O great king! on beholding the favourable planet of
this child, we are of opinion, that he will be equal to Shree Krishnù
Chund Jee in beauty, qualities of mind and strength: but during his
childhood, he will dwell in water; and hereafter, having slain his
enemy, will return.”
Having thus spoken, the astrologers named him Purdiyomun, and
receiving presents took leave; and in the house of Basoodeo, the usual
forms and ceremonies were observed, and there were festive rejoicings.
Narud Jee, the sage, after this went to Sunbur, and, having entered
into an explanation with him, said, “Why are you asleep at this time;
are you without all thought?” He enquired the reason of the question,
and Narud replied, “Thy enemy, named Purdiyomun, one of the descents
upon earth of Ramdeo, has been born in the house of Shree Krishnù
Chund Jee.”
Raja! Narud Jee having thus informed and put Sunbur on his guard,
departed, and Sunbur having reflected, and thought over the subject in
his mind, determined upon this plan,--“In the form of air I will go,
and will bring him away with me thence, and will launch him into the
sea, in order that the troubles of my mind may be quieted; and that I
may live, free from alarm.” Having formed this resolution, Sunbur went
thence in an invisible shape, and arrived at the abode of Shree
Krishnù Chund, where Rookmunee Jee was nursing and suckling the
infant in her chamber; and having silently made all his secret
arrangements, stood there. When Rookmunee’s hand was withdrawn from
the child, the demon spread his delusive power, and carried off the
infant, so as that not one of all the women sitting there knew or saw
whether any one had come, and how the child had been carried off.
Rookmunee was very much frightened, when she did not see her child,
and began to weep. On hearing her lamentations, all the descendants of
Judoo, male and female, gathered together, and discoursing variously
amongst themselves, were in a state of great anxiety. In the meanwhile
Narud Jee came and explained to them, “Be not apprehensive on account
of the disappearance of the child; there is not the slightest cause
for fear. The child will go to some other place, but death will not
affect it; and when his childhood is passed, he will return to you
with a very beautiful wife.”
O great king! when Narud, the sage, had thus explained the course of
events, the descendants of Judoo reflected on what he had said; and on
his taking leave, became satisfied, and tranquil in mind. Be pleased
now to listen to the progress of the history, how Sunbur, having
carried off Purdiyomun, cast him into the sea. A fish swallowed him,
and was swallowed by another large fish. A fisherman came and throwing
a net into the sea, caught the fish. On drawing the net, and seeing
the fish, the fisherman was much pleased, and brought it home and
subsequently made a present of it to Raja Sunbur, who sent it to his
kitchen. When the cook cut open the fish another fish came forth; and
on ripping open its belly, a very beautiful child of a black colour
made its appearance. The cook was greatly astonished, and took away
the child, and gave it to Ruti, who was highly delighted at receiving
it. When Sunbur heard of it, he sent for Ruti, and said to her, “Bring
up this child with the greatest care.”
On hearing these words, Ruti brought the child to her own house. Narud
Jee then came and said to Ruti, “Bring up this child with the greatest
care, as it is your husband, who has appeared in the form of
Purdiyomun. He will destroy Sunbur, and take you hence, passing his
childhood here.” Having divulged thus much of the future, Narud, the
sage, departed; and Ruti began to bring up the infant with the
greatest care and affection. As the child grew up, Ruti became
desirous of meeting with her husband. Sometimes, whilst looking at
him, she clasped him with affection to her bosom; and sometimes
kissing his eyes, mouth and cheeks, she smilingly clung to his neck,
and thus said, “Krishnù has contrived this lucky circumstance, and I
have found my husband in a fish;” and O great king! she brought milk
for him, and gave it to him in a fond, affectionate manner; and
dandled him in her arms, singing his praises, and lovingly calling him
“husband.” When Purdiyomun was five years old, Ruti dressed him in all
kinds of dresses and ornaments to satisfy the longings of her mind,
and gratify her eyes. When the child laid hold of the hem of her
garment, and began to call her “mother,” she replied laughingly, “O
husband! what are you saying? I am your wife, think and reflect upon
this. Parbutee Jee told me to dwell in the house of Sunbur; and that
my husband should be born in the house of Shree Krishnù Chund Jee,
and should come to me in the belly of a fish. And Narud Jee told me
not to be sad, and that I should recover my husband. From that time I
have been in expectation of meeting with you, and have abode here, my
hopes have been realized by your coming.”
Having thus spoken, Ruti instructed her husband in the science of
archery. When he had acquired a perfect knowledge, she one day said to
him, “Husband! we ought not to stay here any longer, because your
mother, Shree Rookmunee Jee, is as uneasy without you as a cow without
its calf, you ought, therefore, to slay the demon Sunbur; and, taking
me with you, return to Dwarka to your parents, and make them happy;
for they have a most ardent desire to see you.”
Having narrated these circumstances, Shree Shookdeo Jee said to the
Raja,--O great king! listening in this manner to the discourses of
Ruti, when Purdiyomun had grown up, he went one day playing to the
Raja Sunbur. On beholding him, and regarding him as his own son he
said, fondling him, “I have brought this child up as my own son.” On
hearing these words, Purdiyomun Jee replied with very great anger, “I,
though a child, am your enemy; fight with me now, and see my
strength.” Having thus spoken, he came forward, striking his arms in
preparation for the encounter; upon this Sunbur laughed, and began to
say, “Brother! whence has this other Purdiyomun come here on my
account? What, have I fed with milk, and nourished a snake, that he
should thus speak to me?” After this, he again said, “Son! why do you
talk thus? Has the messenger of death come to take you away.”
O great king, on hearing these words from Sunbur, he replied,
“Purdiyomun is my name: fight with me to-day. You it was, who set me
adrift in the sea; but I have now returned to take my revenge. You
have brought up the instrument of your death in your own house; and I
am neither your son, nor are you my father.”
On hearing this, Sunbur seized his weapons, the passions of his mind
being greatly inflamed with rage, like a person, who has trodden on a
snake’s tail in the dark. Sunbur sent for all his army, and taking
Purdiyomun outside, he, in great fury, raised a club, and said in a
voice of thunder, “Let us see, who will now save you from death.” When
he rushed towards him, and brandished the club, Purdiyomun Jee easily
evaded and parried his attacks. Being furious with rage he then
discharged arrows of fire, which he quenched with arrows of water.
Sunbur in great wrath then expended all the weapons he had and
Purdiyomun warded them off. When he had not a single weapon left, he
rushed forward furiously and grappled with Purdiyomun Jee, and they
both began to wrestle. After some time, Purdiyomun flew off with him
to the sky, and there cut off his head with a sword; and on his
return, slew the army of demons. Sunbur being slain, Ruti was made
happy. And at that time, a chariot descended from the sky, on which
Ruti and her husband ascended, and went to Dwarka with the same
celerity, as a beautiful cloud with lightning flies; and on arriving
there, they observed houses of gold, glittering like lofty hills. On
descending from the chariot, they both retired at once to the female
apartments. All the women were startled at seeing them; and were
ashamed, thinking that Shree Krishnù had brought a beautiful woman
with him. But no one knew, that it was Purdiyomun; all of them called
him Krishnù. When Purdiyomun asked where his father and mother were,
Rookmunee Jee began to say to her companions, “Friends! who is this in
the likeness of Huri?” They replied, “We think, that this must be a
son of Shree Krishnù’s.”
On hearing these words, a stream of milk came forth from the breast of
Rookmunee Jee, and her left arm began to shake; and her mind was in a
state of fear and agitation for the meeting; but without her husband’s
permission, she could not meet him. At that time, Narud Jee came
there, and related all the preceding history, and tranquillized the
minds of them all; then Rookmunee Jee ran forward, and kissing her
son’s head, clasped him to her bosom; and having his marriage
celebrated with all due forms and ceremonies, received her son and
daughter-in-law into her house. At that time, all the descendants of
Judoo, men and women, came and joined in festive rejoicings, and were
highly delighted. Songs of congratulation resounded in every house,
and happiness was diffused throughout the city of Dwarka.
Having recited thus much of the narrative, Shree Shookdeo Jee said to
the Raja Pureechit,--O great king! Purdiyomun having thus been born,
having spent his childhood in another place, killed his enemy, and
came with Ruti to the city of Dwarka, there was joy and festivity in
every house.