Ayodhya Waits for Tomorrow while the Gods Seek an Obstacle
Ayodhya Kanda, Chaupai 11
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Music fills every market, street, house, and lane. Citizens long for Bharata's return and ask how many hours remain before Ram and Sita sit together upon the golden throne and the heart's desire is fulfilled.
Tomorrow seems unbearably slow to arrive. Yet while Ayodhya leans toward morning, the gods pray for an obstruction. The city's happiness troubles them like moonlight troubles a thief.
They summon Saraswati and fall repeatedly at her feet. Two worlds now gather around the same coronation: below, open longing and lamps; above, concealed fear and calculation. Celebration swells in sound while the first hidden hand reaches toward its interruption.
Ayodhya counts the hours until dawn, unaware that heaven is asking night to deepen.
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One ordinary female citizen voices Ayodhya's joyful anticipation of tomorrow's ceremony and Bharata's hoped-for arrival; contrary divine plans retained in metadata.
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Gita Press code81 undated · PDF pages 354 · printed pages 352. Reader passage: ayodhya-kanda-chaupai-011. Printed numbering may differ.
Source facts
- 1: Many kinds of instruments sound; city's joy is beyond description.
- 2: Everyone wishes Bharata would come quickly and their eyes gain the fruit of seeing him; hoped-for arrival, not a completed return.
- 3: Men and women talk to one another in markets, roads, houses, lanes and gathering places; one woman is a representative citizen, not an exclusive actor census.
- 4: They ask how much time remains until tomorrow's good auspicious hour, when providence will fulfill their longing.
- 5: They anticipate beholding Rama seated WITH SITA on the golden throne and fulfilling their heart's desire; this future hope is not already accomplished.
- 6: All ask when tomorrow will come; scheming gods instead wish for obstacles.
- 7: Ayodhya's celebration displeases them like a moonlit night displeases a thief; literary comparison, not a narrated burglar/moon scene.
- 8: Gods call Saraswati, plead with her and repeatedly grasp her feet. No goddess response or completed obstruction is asserted here.
- Existing textEn/meteredEn substituting Bharata's actual arrival and foreign village-women Hindi remain unresolved; no corpus edits.
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- Generic citizen appearance follows a prior ordinary-woman convention without asserting an identical historical individual; exact conversational pose, festival gateway and unlettered cloth streamer are art staging.
- Complete source facts retained in metadata; source and existing translations unchanged.
- Actual speaking/open-palm pose, rust cloth streamer, flowering gateway, river boats with tiny incidental occupants, distant city shapes/activity and floral vessels are imaginative festival scenery; background marks are not named characters or a source-certified census.
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बाजहिं बाजने बिबिध बिधाना। पुर प्रमोदु नहिं जाइ बखाना।। भरत आगमनु सकल मनावहिं। आवहुँ बेगि नयन फलु पावहिं।। हाट बाट घर गलीं अथाई। कहहिं परसपर लोग लोगाई।। कालि लगन भलि केतिक बारा। पूजिहि बिधि अभिलाषु हमारा।। कनक सिंघासन सीय समेता। बैठहिं रामु होइ चित चेता।। सकल कहहिं कब होइहि काली। बिघन मनावहिं देव कुचाली।। तिन्हहि सोहाइ न अवध बधावा। चोरहि चंदिनि राति न भावा।। सारद बोलि बिनय सुर करहीं। बारहिं बार पाय लै परहीं।।
Musical instruments of every kind are sounding. The joy of the city cannot be described in words. All the people celebrate Bharat's arrival, saying, "May he come quickly, so our eyes may receive their blessed reward." In every market, street, home, and lane, men and women speak eagerly to one another. They say, "Tomorrow's auspicious hour is near. How long before the Creator fulfills our heart's desire? Rama, together with Sita, will be seated upon the golden throne, and our hearts will be at rest." All ask, "When will tomorrow come?" Meanwhile, the ill-scheming gods pray for obstacles. Ayodhya's celebration does not please them, just as a thief finds no comfort in a moonlit night. Summoning Saraswati with humble entreaty, the gods fall at her feet again and again.