Śrīmad Devī Bhāgavatam

Hariścandra said :-- “O Muni! I will not take my food until I pay you your Dakṣiṇā in gold; know this to be my resolve; therefore O One of good vows! Discard all your anxieties for Dakṣiṇā. I am the King of the Solar dynasty; especially since the time I have completed my Rājasūya Sacrifice, I give to everyman whatever he desires.

So, O Lord! How can it be possible that I will not give what I have voluntarily promised myself? O Best of Dvījas! I will certainly pay off your debt. I must give you the gold as you desire; be calm and patient; but you will have to wait one month; and on getting the money I will pay it off to you.”

Viśvāmitra said :-- “O King! Kingdom, treasury and strength are the three sources of income; but you are now deprived of all these. Whence, now, do you expect to get gold? O King! Vain are your hopes to get money; what am I to do now? You are now wealthless and how can I, out of greed, give you trouble?

O King! Better say ‘I will not be able to give you Dakṣiṇā,’ and I will then quit my strong expectation and go away as I like. And you, too, can think that you have no gold, so how can you give money and so you can go wherever you like with your wife and son.”

Vyāsa said :-- O King! Hearing these words of the Muni, at his time of departure, the King said :-- “O Brāhmaṇa! Be patient and I will certainly give you your Dakṣiṇā. O Dvīja! My wife, son and I myself are all healthy; so selling these, I will give you the money; there is no doubt in this.

O Lord! Kindly enquire whether there is anyone who can purchase us and I will agree to become the slave with my wife and son. O Muni! You can sell all of us and the price you get, you can take two and a half loads of gold out of that and be pleased.”

Thus saying, the King went to Benares where Śaṅkara was staying with his dear consort Umā. The King saw the beautiful city, the sight of which makes one’s heart dance with more joy and he said that he had become blessed.

Then he went to the banks of the Bhāgirathī and bathed in the Ganges and offered peace-offerings (Tarpaṇ) to the Devas and the Pitris and completing the worship of his Iṣta Deva (his own Deity) looked around where he would go.

The King entering into the beautiful city of Benares began to think that no human being is protecting this city but Śiva Himself is protecting it. So if he lives there, he would not be living in a city which has been given away by him to Viśvāmitra.

The King, then, distressed much with pain and trouble and being very much bewildered, began to journey on foot with his wife and son and entered into the city and placed his confidence.

At this moment he saw the Muni Viśvāmitra, wanting Dakṣiṇā and humbly bowed down and spoke with folded palms :-- “O Muni! My dear wife, my son and I myself are living here; you can take any of us and have your work done; or say what other work we will have to do for you.”

Viśvāmitra said :-- “You promised that you would pay Dakṣiṇā at the end of one month; and today that one month is completed; if you remember, then give me the Dakṣiṇā.”

The King said :-- “O Brāhmaṇa! You are wise and are endowed with the power of tapas (asceticism); as yet one month is not complete; still half a day is remaining; wait till then; and no longer.”

Viśvāmitra said :-- “O King! Let it be. I will come again and if you do not give me then, I will curse you.

Thus saying Viśvāmitra went away. The King then thought within himself how be would pay him back what he had promised. There is no influential friend of mine in this Benares city who can help me with money; where then can I get the requisite money.

I am a Kṣattriya. Pratigraha (begging or accepting any gift) is forbidden to me and how can I beg or accept any gift! According to the code of Dharma, the offering of sacrifices (on one’s own behalf), studying, and giving are the three duties ordained to a King.

And if I die not paying a Brāhmin’s Dakṣiṇā, I will be polluted with the sin of stealing a Brāhmin’s property and I will then be born a worm or will became a Preta. So to sell myself (and pay off the debts) is better than this.”

Sūta said :-- O Ṛṣis! When the King was thus thinking humbly with his face bent downwards, and in a distracted state of mind, his wife spoke to him with tears in her eyes and in a voice, choked with feelings :-- “O King! Discard all cares and keep your own Dharma, Truth.

He who is divorced from Truth is forsaken like a Preta. O Best of all men! To keep one’s Truth is one’s Dharma; there is no other Dharma superior to it; so the sages declare.

He whose words turn out false, his Agnihotra, study, and gifts and all action, become fruitless. Truth is very much praised in the Dharma Śāstra and this Truth raises up and saves the virtuous souls. Similarly falsehood, no doubt, drags a vicious man to hell.

The King Yayāti performed the Horse sacrifice, and the Rājasūya sacrifice and went to Heavens but once he spoke falsely and so he was dislodged from the Heavens.”

The King said :-- “O Thou, going like an elephant! I have my son who will multiply my line; speak out what Thou wishest to say.”

The Queen said :-- “O King! The wives are meant for sons (your having me has been fulfilled as there is your son). So sell me for the money value and give the Dakṣiṇā to the Brāhmin. Let you not deviate from the Truth.”

Vyāsa spoke :-- Hearing this, the King fainted. Afterward regaining consciousness, he wept with a grievous heart. O gentle One! What you have uttered just now has caused me much pain; am I such a Sinner as to forget entirely all your conversations and your sweet smiles!

Alas! O Sweet-smiling One! You ought not to speak such words. O Fair One! How have you been able to utter these harsh words not fit to be spoken! Speaking thus, the King became impatient at the idea of selling his wife and fainted and fell to the ground.

Seeing him fainted and lying flat on the ground, the Queen became grievously hurt and spoke with great compassion. O King! Whose evil have you done that you have fallen into this calamity? Alas! He who is accustomed to sleep in a room adorned with carpets is today like a humble man, sleeping on the ground!

The King who gave crores and crores of golden mohurs to the Brāhmins, that same King, my husband is lying now on the ground! Alas! What a painful thing! O Fate! What has this King done to you that You have thrown this Indra and Upendra like King in this dire calamity!

Thus saying, the beautiful queen (of good hips) very much grieved by the sight of her husband’s pain fell down unconscious on the ground. Then the boy prince, seeing father and mother both senseless, lying on the ground, became very much troubled, and, becoming hungry, cried, “O Father! O Father! I am very hungry; give me food to eat; O Mother! O Mother! My tongue is being parched; give me food to eat,” and the boy began to weep repeatedly. Here ends the Twentieth Chapter of the Seventh Book on the earnestness of Hariścandra to pay off the Dakṣiṇā in the Mahāpurāṇam Śrī Mad Devī Bhāgavatam of 18,000 verses, by Maharṣi Veda Vyāsa.