Can embodied soul vie with God,

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sage Said to Himalaya, O Himavan, whatever has been decreed by fate no one can change it, no one can undo it, not even gods, human, Nagas or sages, 

Nevertheless I tell you one remedy, this may avail if heaven helps you, Uma will undoubtedly get such husband as I have described you, but whatever demerits I have shown in her bridegroom exist in Shiva,  if her marriage takes place with Shiva, everyone will call the demerits as good as virtues, 

Even though Sri Hari uses the serpent god as his coach and sleeps thereon, wise not blame, even so the sun and the fire absorbs moisture in all forms, but no one calls them name, again water of every description, pure as well impure, flows into the Ganga yet, no calls the celestial stream impure, 

Even the Sun, fire and Ganga incur no blame, if in pride of wisdom foolish men emulate the great, they are cast into the hell of Kalpa, Can embodied soul vie with God, 

Jai Siya Ram 

can read the lines on her palm

 Jai Sri Ram,

The sage smilingly replied, your daughter is a mine of virtues, pretty, amiable, and intelligent by nature, shall win unfailing love of her husband, bring glory to her parents, 

She shall command the respect of the whole universe, he who waits upon, shall lack nothing, just thought of her name women in the world shall tread the path of fidelity, 

Your Daughter is endowed with auspicious marks, with few drawbacks, Her spouse shall be more a renounced entity, free from pride or so,, without father or mother, 

An ascetic with matted hair and heart devoid of longing, stark half naked with hideous accoutrements, such one shall be her Husband, as I can read the lines on her palm, this made Himalaya and his consort unconsolable but Parvati felt delight eternally, Narada could nor perceive it, Mother of Parvati was in wet eyes, as words of the sage can never be untrue, Uma cherished as love for Lord Shiva sprout in her heart as much as it could be, 

Jai Siya Ram

advent of Giriza

  Jai Sri Ram,

While dying, Sati asked a boon from Sri Hari that she might remain devoted to Shiva in all successive births, That is why she was born as Parvati, the daughter of Himalaya king Himachal, 

Ever since Uma was born in the house of Himalaya, the mountain become an abode of blessings and prosperity, sages built their hermitages there to ensure their gracious abode,

Young trees of different verities were endowed with never falling blossoms, and fruits and mines of jewels of various kinds appeared on the beautiful mountain, all the rivers bore holy waters, 

Birds, beasts and bees, all rejoiced, animal gave up their natural antipathies and all dwelt on mountain loved one another, advent of Giriza wore cheerful look, everyday brought a new delight, whose glory sung by the Brahma, Narada eagerly went to the house of Himachal, Himachal received the sage with honor, washing sage's feet with spirit, bowed his head to sage, then requested Sage to relate the destiny of his daughter with mature consideration, 

Jai Siya Ram, 

burnt her body with the fire of Yoga

 Jai Sri Ram,

The insult to Shiva was something unbearable, Sati's heart could not, therefore, be pecified, then, sharply reproaching the whole assembly, She Spoke in Angry Accents,

Hear ye elders of the assembly and all great sages, you have reviled Sankara or heard his reviled must forth reap the fruit of your sin, my father shall repent, 

Shiva is slayer of great demons of time and ages, universal spirit by nature, beneficent to all, to him my father vilified, and this body of mine has sprung from his loins, She installing Shiva in her heart spoke thus, burnt her body with the fire of Yoga, Plaintive cry rose from the whole assembly, 

Hearing the death of Sati, attendants of Shiva began to destroy the sacrifice, great Sage Bhrigu protected it, Sankara got all the news and in his wrath sent Virabhadra, he made havoc to the sacrifice and requited all gods according to their deserts, 

Jai Siya Ram,

insult offered to one's own people is the most painful

  Jai Sri Ram,

When Bhavani reached her Father's house, no one greeted her, except her Mother, sisters meet her with profuse smiles, 

Daksha would not even inquire about her health, burn all over with rage at the sight of Sati, then Sati went to the place of sacrifice, did not find any share of oblations set apart for Shiva,

Here Sati Realize the warning imparted by Shiva, her heart was at hidden fire as if the blaze the universe, her grief was beyond words, now she felt the insult of Shiva by her own family,

Although there are terrible agonies of various kind in this world, the insult offered to one's own people is the most painful of them all, it made Sati furious beyond horizon, her mother tries all to pacify her in many ways,

Jai Siya Ram.

there is no doubt that one should

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sati felt very miserable, her deep agony was beyond words, after eighty seven thousand years Shiva start muttering the name Rama at optimize vocal pitch, made Sati to know that Lord has awakened from its trance,

She went and bowed to Shiva, Shiva respectfully gave her seat to sit beside him, soon Sati came to know unto the Yajna being formed by his father, seek permission to visit her father's Yajna, Said, 

There is great rejoicing at my father's house, O Lord, if you grant me leave, I would fain to go and see it, Shiva replied in mild ascent, your suggestion is good but anomaly is that your father has sent no invitation, ignored us because of a grudge, 

In the court of Brahma he once took offence at my behavior, that is why insults us even uptil now, if you go there uninvited, all decorum, affection and honor will be cast to the wind, there is no doubt that one should call on one's friend, master, father and Guru without wailing for formal invitation, yet where someone nurses a grudge against you, must avoid it, you reap no good by going there, He expostulated with Sati in many ways, but miserable failed to convince her having reasoned her many ways Shiva gave many mighty attendants to escort her and sent her away,

Jai Siya Ram,

grief that prayed on Sati's mind was ever new,

 Jai Sri Ram,

The grief that prayed on Sati's mind was ever new, for she did not know when She would cross the ocean of sorrow, said to herself, providence has repaid for my sins and has done only that which I deserved,

Now, O God, it does not behove you that you should make me survive even after alienating me from Sankara, anguish of her heart was beyond words, She invoked Rama in her heart, and addressed him thus, if they refer to you as compassionate to the poor and it Vedas have glorified, you as the dispeller of sorrow,

I beseech with joined palms, O Lord, that I may be speedily rid of this body of mine, if I have any devotion to the lotus feet of Shiva, if I am true to my vow in thought, word and deed,

Then, O all perceiving Lord, listen to me, and speedily devise some plan whereby I may die and be thus rid of this unbearable calamity without much exertion, 

Jai Siya Ram,