Jai sri Ram,
The grief that preyed on Sati's mind was ever new; for she did not know when she would be able to cross the ocean of sorrow-Sati was in deep thoughts of her agony that providence has repaid me for my sins and had done only which i deserve-Now O God, it does not be-hove you that you should make me survive even after alienating me from Shiva, The anguish of her heart was beyond measure-Sati-the sane lady invoked the presence of Rama in her heart and addressed him thus-if they refer you as compassionate to the poor and if Vedas have glorified you as dispeller of sorrow------i beseech with joined palm-O Lord that i may be speedily rid of this body of mine,
If i have any devotion to the feet of Shiva and if i am true my my vow in thought words and deeds, then O all pervading Lord, listen to me and speedily devise some plan whereby i may die and be thus rid of this unbearable calamity without much exertion,
Sati-the daughter of Daksha thus feel miserable her deep agony was terrible beyond words, 87000 years elapsed and Shiva emerged from his trance with chanting the name of Sri Rama, as Sati come to know went and bow her head, lord Shiva oblige her in many decent ways-meanwhile Brahma made Daksha supreme lord of all beings which encourage him to perform a yagna, never a creature born in this world whom power did not intoxicate,
Daksha invited all in his sacred yagna but his son-in-law Shiva, Sati come to know about this great yagna by her father and seek permission from Shiva to attend it, Shiva said that anomaly is that your father has sent no invitation to us, has invited all daughters but ignore us for a reason that in Brahma's court once took offence at my behavior and that is why he insults us even now, if you go there without invitation all decorum affection and honor will cast to wind-no doubt true one should call on one's friend, master, father's home without a formal invitation yet where someone nurses a grudge against you-you reap no good by going there, though tries all to convince Sati but fate had willed it wisdom would not dawn on her, the lord repeated once more that if she went her father's home uninvited he anticipate no good from it,
May Lord bless all,
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The grief that preyed on Sati's mind was ever new; for she did not know when she would be able to cross the ocean of sorrow-Sati was in deep thoughts of her agony that providence has repaid me for my sins and had done only which i deserve-Now O God, it does not be-hove you that you should make me survive even after alienating me from Shiva, The anguish of her heart was beyond measure-Sati-the sane lady invoked the presence of Rama in her heart and addressed him thus-if they refer you as compassionate to the poor and if Vedas have glorified you as dispeller of sorrow------i beseech with joined palm-O Lord that i may be speedily rid of this body of mine,
If i have any devotion to the feet of Shiva and if i am true my my vow in thought words and deeds, then O all pervading Lord, listen to me and speedily devise some plan whereby i may die and be thus rid of this unbearable calamity without much exertion,
Sati-the daughter of Daksha thus feel miserable her deep agony was terrible beyond words, 87000 years elapsed and Shiva emerged from his trance with chanting the name of Sri Rama, as Sati come to know went and bow her head, lord Shiva oblige her in many decent ways-meanwhile Brahma made Daksha supreme lord of all beings which encourage him to perform a yagna, never a creature born in this world whom power did not intoxicate,
Daksha invited all in his sacred yagna but his son-in-law Shiva, Sati come to know about this great yagna by her father and seek permission from Shiva to attend it, Shiva said that anomaly is that your father has sent no invitation to us, has invited all daughters but ignore us for a reason that in Brahma's court once took offence at my behavior and that is why he insults us even now, if you go there without invitation all decorum affection and honor will cast to wind-no doubt true one should call on one's friend, master, father's home without a formal invitation yet where someone nurses a grudge against you-you reap no good by going there, though tries all to convince Sati but fate had willed it wisdom would not dawn on her, the lord repeated once more that if she went her father's home uninvited he anticipate no good from it,
May Lord bless all,
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