inhabitants of the sylvan asylums. Before this,
moved by deep grief, my father and mother had rebuked
me many times and often, saying,—Thou comest
having tarried long! I am thinking of the pass
they have today come to on my account, for, surely,
great grief will be theirs when they miss me.
One night before this, the old couple, who love me
dearly, wept from deep sorrow and said into me, ’Deprived
of thee, O son, we cannot live for even a moment.
As long as thou livest, so long, surely, we also will
live. Thou art the crutch of these blind ones;
on thee doth perpetuity of our race depend. On
thee also depend our funeral cake, our fame and our
descendants! My mother is old, and my father also
is so. I am surely their crutch. If they
see me not in the night, what, oh, will be their plight!
I hate that slumber of mine for the sake of which my
unoffending mother and my father have both been in
trouble, and I myself also, am placed in such rending
distress! Without my father and mother, I cannot
bear to live. It is certain that by this time
my blind father, his mind disconsolate with grief,
is asking everyone of the inhabitants of the hermitage
about me! I do not, O fair girl, grieve so much
for myself as I do for my sire, and for my weak mother
ever obedient to her lord! Surely, they will
be afflicted with extreme anguish on account of me.
I hold my life so long as they live. And I know
that they should be maintained by me and that I should
do only what is agreeable to them!’
“Markandeya continued, ’Having said this,
that virtuous youth who loved and revered his parents,
afflicted with grief held up his arms and began to
lament in accents of woe. And seeing her lord
overwhelmed with sorrow the virtuous Savitri wiped
away the tears from his eyes and said, ’If I
have observed austerities, and have given away in charity,
and have performed sacrifice, may this night be for
the good of my father-in-law, mother-in-law and husband!
I do not remember having told a single falsehood,
even in jest. Let my father-in-law and mother-in-law
hold their lives by virtue of the truth!’ Satyavan
said, ’I long for the sight of my father and
mother! Therefore, O Savitri, proceed without
delay. O beautiful damsel, I swear by my own
self that if I find any evil to have befallen my father
and mother, I will not live. If thou hast any
regard for virtue, if thou wishest me to live, if
it is thy duty to do what is agreeable to me, proceed
thou to the hermitage!’ The beautiful Savitri
then rose and tying up her hair, raised her husband
in her arms. And Satyavan having risen, rubbed
his limbs with his hands. And as he surveyed
all around, his eyes fell upon his wallet. Then
Savitri said unto him, ’Tomorrow thou mayst
gather fruits. And I shall carry thy axe for
thy ease.’ Then hanging up the wallet upon
the bough of a tree, and taking up the axe, she re-approached
her husband. And that lady of beautiful thighs,
placing her husband’s left arm upon her left