SRIMAD MAHABHARATA > AARANYA PARVA > NALOPAAKHYAANA PARVA > CHAPTER 61 - NALA WAS MADE NUDE
Summary: Nala
loses everything in the game of dice and proceeded to the forest; Nala and Damayanti
both suffer hunger; Nala looses his garment; Nala shows Damayanti the way to
the southern country; Damayanti refuses.
“Brihadaswa said, ‘After
Vaarshneya had gone away, Pushkara won from the Dharmic Nala that latter’s
kingdom and what else of wealth he had. To Nala, O king, who had lost his
kingdom, Pushkara laughingly said, ‘Let the play go on. But what stake you have
now? Damayanti only remains; all else of yours has been won by me. Well, if you
like, that Damayanti be our stake now.’ Hearing these words of Pushkara the
virtuous king (Nala) felt as if his heart would burst in anger,
but he spoke not a word. Gazing at Pushkara in anguish, king Nala of great fame
took all the ornaments off every part of his body. Attired in a single piece of
cloth, his body uncovered, renouncing all his wealth, and enhancing the grief
of friends, the king (Nala) set out.
Damayanti, dressed in one piece of cloth, followed him behind as he was leaving
the city. Coming to the outskirts of the city, Nala stayed there for three
nights with his wife.
“But Pushkara, O Maharaja
(Yudhishthira), proclaimed through the city that he that
should show any attention to Nala, would be doomed to death. On account of
these words of Pushkara and knowing his enemity towards Nala, the citizens, O Paurava
(Yudhishthira), no longer showed him
hospitable regards. Unregarded though deserving of hospitable regards, Nala
passed three nights in the outskirts of the city, living on water alone. Pained
with hunger, the king went away in search of fruit and roots, Damayanti
following him behind. In agony of famine, after many days, Nala saw some birds
with feathers of golden colour. Immediately the mighty lord of the Nishadhas (Nala) thought within himself, ‘These will be my food
today and also my wealth.’ Then he covered them with the cloth he had on – when
bearing up that garment of his, the birds rose up to the sky. Seeing Nala nude
and sad, and standing with face turned towards the ground, those travellers of
the sky (birds) addressed him,
saying, ‘O you of small sense (Durbuddhi in Sanskrit), we are those dice. We had come here wishing to take away your cloth,
for it pleased us not that you should depart even with your cloth on.’
“Finding himself
deprived of his attire, and knowing also that the dice were departing (with it), the Dharmic Nala, O king (Yudhishthira), thus spoke to Damayanti, ‘O faultless one, they through whose anger I
have been despoiled of my kingdom, they through whose influence distressed and pained
with hunger, I am unable to procure livelihood, they for whom the Nishadhas
offered me not any hospitality, they, O friendly one, are carrying off my
cloth, assuming the form of birds. Fallen into this terrible disaster, I am pained
with grief and deprived of my senses, I am your lord, you do, therefore, listen
to the words I speak for your good. These many roads lead to the southern
country, passing by (the city of) Avanti
and the Rikshavat mountains. This is that mighty mountain called Vindhya (present-day
Vindhya mountain range in Madhya Pradesh, India); At a distance, the river Payoshini (present-day Purna river, one
of the chief tributaries of Tapti river) running
sea-wards, and at a distance are the ashrama of Maharishis, furnished with
various fruit and roots. This road leads to the country of the Vidarbhas – and
that, to the country of the Kosalas. Beyond these roads to the south is the
southern country.’
“Addressing Bhima’s
daughter, O Bharata (Yudhishthira), he distressed king Nala spoke those words
to Damayanti over and over again. Immediately pained with grief, in a voice
choked with tears, Damayanti spoke to Naishadha (Nala) these piteous words, ‘O Maharaja (Nala), thinking of yours purpose, my heart trembles, and all my bodyparts
become faint. How can I go, leaving you in the lone forest despoiled of your
kingdom and deprived of your wealth, yourself without a garment on, and worn
with hunger and toil? When in the deep forest, tired and pained with hunger, you
think of your former enjoyment, I will, O great monarch, soothe your tiredness.
In every sorrow there is no medicine equal to the wife,
say the physicians. It is the truth, O Nala, that I speak to you.’
“Hearing those words of
his queen, Nala replied, ‘O slender-waisted Damayanti, it is as you have said. To a man in distress, there is no friend or medicine that is
equal to a wife. But I do not seek to renounce you, for what reason, O
one who afraid, do you dread this? O faultless one, I can forsake myself but you
I cannot forsake.’
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