Parwati And The Beggar-man

: Deccan Nursery Tales

Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat. In It there lived

a Brahman. He had seven daughters, and when they had reached a

marriageable age he asked them who would arrange their marriages

and bring them handsome husbands and make their fortunes. The six

eldest daughters said, "Papa, Papa, you of course. You will arrange

our marriages and bring us handsome husbands and make our fortunes

for us." But the youngest d
ughter was a naughty little girl. She

got into a temper all about nothing, and she stamped her foot, and

she turned her back on her father and said, "I will arrange my own

marriage, and I will get a handsome husband for myself, and I will

make my fortune myself." The Brahman was very angry with her, and so

how do you think he punished her? He first searched about and found

six rich and handsome boys. Then he married them with great pomp and

display to his six eldest daughters. But the youngest girl he gave in

marriage to a miserable beggar-man. You never saw such a beggar-man

as he was! There was not a spot on his skin that was not black with

leprosy, and his feet and hands had rotted right off. If you had seen

him you would have said, "If that beggar-man does not die to-day

he will certainly die to-morrow. For he cannot possibly live any

longer!" When the marriage was celebrated, the little girl's mother

filled her lap with pulse and then handed her over to the beggar-man

to see what sort of fortune would be hers. But in a few days the

beggar-man died. His corpse was taken to the burning-ground, and

his little widow followed it. But when his relatives wanted to burn

the body, she forbade them and told them to go away. For she said,

"My fortune is still to come, whatever it may be." They all got round

her and tried to persuade her that there was no use in her staying by

the corpse, but she would not mind what they said. At last they were

quite tired out and went home, leaving her in the burning-ground. When

they had gone she took her husband's corpse on to her lap. Then she

prayed to the god Shiva and said:





"My parents disown me. O why was I born

Both as orphan and widow to live all forlorn?"





As she prayed, she put the pulse which her mother had put into her

lap grain by grain in the dead man's mouth. Then she sat there crying

until midnight. Now it happened that on that very night Shiva and

Parwati were in their chariot driving through the air over that very

place. Parwati said suddenly to her husband, "I hear a woman crying,

let us go and see what it is." The god Shiva drove his chariot down to

earth. He and Parwati got out and saw the Brahman's youngest daughter

crying. They asked her what the reason was, and she told them. Then

Parwati pitied her and said, "Your aunt has acquired great merit by

her piety and devotions. You go to her and get her to give you all

her merit and so you will bring your husband back to life." The god

Shiva and Parwati then mounted on their chariot and disappeared. Next

morning the little widow left her husband's body, went to her aunt's

house and begged her to give her all the merit which she had acquired,

and told her the cause of the request. The aunt was very good and

gave her all her own merit. The little widow then went back to the

burning-ground and with its aid brought her husband back to life. But

this time he was no longer a beggar-man black with leprosy and with

feet and hands that had rotted away. He was a beautiful young man

with well-shaped feet and a beautiful fair skin, and the little widow

took her husband back to her father's house. "Papa, Papa," she said,

"you turned me out, but the gods have brought me back, and good fortune

came to me without your bringing it." The father was too frightened

of Parwati to say anything, so he held his peace. And the little girl

and her husband, the beggar-man, lived happily ever afterwards.



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