THE CLEAVING OF THE EARTH
The hermit ceased—the
tale was done:—
Then in a transport Raghu’s
son
Again addressed the ancient
sire
Resplendent as a burning fire:—
“O holy man, I fain
would hear
The tale repeated full and
clear
How he from whom my sires
descend
Brought the great rite to
happy end,”
The hermit answered with a
smile:—
“Then listen, son of
Raghu, while
My legendary tale proceeds
To tell of high-souled Sagar’s
deeds.
Within the spacious plain
that lies
From where Himalaya’s
heights arise
To where proud Vindhya’s
rival chain
Looks down upon the subject
plain—
A land the best for rites
declared—
His sacrifice the king prepared.
And Ansuman the prince—for
so
Sagar advised—with
ready bow
Was borne upon a mighty car
To watch the steed who roamed
afar.
But Indra, monarch of the
skies,
Veiling his form in demon
guise,
Came down upon the appointed
day
And drove the victim horse
away.
Reft of the steed the priests,
distressed,
The master of the rite addressed:—
’Upon the sacred day
by force
A robber takes the victim
horse.
Haste, King! now let the thief
be slain;
Bring thou the charger back
again:
The sacred rite prevented
thus
Brings scathe and woe to all
of us.
Rise, Monarch, and provide
with speed
That nought its happy course
impede.’
King Sagar in his crowded
court
Gave ear unto the priests’
report.
He summoned straightway to
his side
His sixty thousand sons, and
cried:—
’Brave sons of mine,
I know not how
These demons are so mighty
now—
The priests began the rite
so well
All sanctified with prayer
and spell.
If in the depths of earth
he hide,
Or lurk beneath the ocean’s
tide,
Pursue, dear sons, the robber’s
track;
Slay him and bring the charger
back.
The whole of this broad earth
explore,
Sea-garlanded, from shore
to shore:
Yea, dig her up with might
and main
Until you see the horse again.
Deep let your searching labor
reach,
A league in depth dug out
by each.
The robber of our horse pursue,
And please your sire who orders
you.
My grandson, I, this priestly
train,
Till the steed comes, will
here remain.’
Their eager hearts with transport
burned
As to their task the heroes
turned.
Obedient to their father,
they
Through earth’s recesses
forced their way.
With iron arms’ unflinching
toil
Each dug a league beneath
the soil.
Earth, cleft asunder, groaned
in pain,
As emulous they plied amain—
Sharp-pointed coulter, pick,
and bar,
Hard as the bolts of Indra