BEAUTIFUL POEM ON FOREST IN R.V -Part 2 (Post No.10,267)

WRITTEN BY LONDON SWAMINATHAN

Post No. 10,267

Date uploaded in London – 28 OCTOBER  2021         

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The beauty of Hinduism lies in its four stages of life-

brahmaacharya/student life,

grahasthasrama/married life,

VAANAPRASTHA/FOREST LIFE and

sanyasa/ascetic life.

Nowhere in the world you find forest life! Other three stages are there in many cultures. True to its strictures we see Kunti, Pandu, Madri, Gandhari and Dhritarashtra went to forest and died there in forest fire. All the five Pandava brothers walked through the Himalayan forests and died. We see beautiful descriptions of forests in Panchatantra Fables, Nalopaakhyaana and Yakshaprasna  and Vana Parva in Mahabaharata. Valmiki, who himself was a forest dweller, describes forests in simple and beautiful Sanskrit. Rama and Sita lived in the forests for 14 years. Sita devi spent her later life also in the forests.

The high Himalayas and the tall trees with beautiful waterfalls and rivers inspired the seers/Rishis to write Upanishads. Kalidasa in his Kumarasambhava describes the Himalayas in the first ten slokas. All these happened several thousand years before others sang about the forests. We see William Wordsworth and Oscar Wilde singing the beauty of forests in English.

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Now let us compare the Rig Vedic poem with them:-

Rig Vedic (10-146) Rishi Deva Muni is singing about the beauty of the forests. Hindus give feminine names to all that is beautiful. Hindus give feminine names to all that is good. If you translate the names of Hindu girls into your language you would know that.

Here the poet describes her as Goddess, Lady and Queen of the Forest. ‘Women Zindabad’ has always been the policy of the Hindus. The poet wonders how come she is not afraid of the darkness during night. Every other person who goes to forest during daytime rushes home before sunset. He asks her (Miss Aranyaani) why you don’t come back home like other villagers.

The word ‘Aaranya’ is very important for Hindus. Unlike any other cultures in the world, Hindus have SEVEN holy forests, holy rivers, holy mountains, holy cities etc. that is the reason we see Number Seven more in Harappan Civilization. Tamils have several towns named after Aarayam/ forest such as Vedaaranyam. Another word for forest is Vana which we saw in ‘VAANA’PRASTHA. Many towns in Tamil Nadu have this name as well (My hometown Madurai is called Kadamba vanam).

In the second Mantra, the poet describes the forest sounds. Those who went to the forests only can understand it. As a student of botany, I went for plant collection with my college students and professors to thick tropical forests in Kodaikanal, Yercaud, Kutraalam and Aagumbe (in Karnataka). We have Alagar koil forest near Madurai with semi tropical condition.

As soon as you enter the forests you will hear the buzzing noise of the little insects. It is the Sruti (drone or bourdon) of the forest for its singers. In every Hindu concert we see a woman with Tambura/Tanpura creating drone or bourdon. Amidst this continuous Sruti, we hear birds singing in their own tunes.  Other animal sounds are heard more during night time. When we travel through the Ghat Road (Hill Roads) in Kodaikanal also, we hear this forest drone. Hindu literature describes the ‘animal orchestra’ inside forest in minute details.

And in the third and fourth Mantras, poet describes the sounds and what you imagine when you hear them. You imagine someone is screaming, someone whistling to bring back his cattle, someone cutting the trees. Actually, all these happen in the fringes of the forest. But deep inside the shady forest, you think that is what happening. But, they are the sounds from the streams, cataracts, animals, monkeys and squirrels.

Except R T H Griffith, I don’t think, others have lived in the forests. Griffith was in Nilgris while he translated or commented on the Vedas. So foreign translators could not do full justification in their translations.

In the next Mantra, poet describes the grace and kindness of the forest queen. She never harms anyone wantonly. She is mother who gives food to everyone free. But there are murderous enemies like robbers and tigers. Even today we read about animal attacks in the villages surrounded by forests.

Hindu religious scriptures are full of attacks of crocodiles, snakes and pythons on human beings. Tamil poems, which are 2000-year-old, describe the attacks by tiger, elephant, crocodile, pythons and robbers. They described the elephant fights inside the forest and pythons devouring elephants. Unless the Tamil poets have seen such things, they would not have used them as similes in Sangam Poems.

The last mantra (sixth) is the most beautiful one. It says the Forest Queen with motherly attitude gives food to everyone. She grows food without tilling. She has sweet scent without artificial perfumes. She is ruling the forest like a Queen without anyone anointing her. Self made, born Queen! She has herbs to heal all your mental and physical sickness.

I made these comments with my background knowledge in forests and the knowledge in other hymns on Earth, Herbs and Forest Fires in the four Vedas.

Now I want to draw your attention on only four stanzas of Wordsworth:-

“She has a world of ready wealth,

Our minds and hearts to bless—

Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,

Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.—Tables Turned Poem

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The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.—Daffodils Poem

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Please continue if you want to read the full poems…….

The Tables Turned

 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;

Or surely you’ll grow double:

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;

Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,

A freshening lustre mellow

Through all the long green fields has spread,

His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:

Come, hear the woodland linnet,

How sweet his music! on my life,

There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!

He, too, is no mean preacher:

Come forth into the light of things,

Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,

Our minds and hearts to bless—

Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,

Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;

Our meddling intellect

Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—

We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;

Close up those barren leaves;

Come forth, and bring with you a heart

That watches and receives.

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 

 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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RIG VEDA

If you have missed the First Part of my article here is what Rig Veda says on Forests:-

Rig Veda Forest Poem (RV 10-146 Aranyani)

Ode to Forest Goddess

1. GODDESS of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight.

     How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?

2. What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala’s voice,

     Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.

3. And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears:

     Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.

4. Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree:

     At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.

5. The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach.

     Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.

6. Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm,

     The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.

xxx subham xxxx

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BEAUTIFUL POEM ON FOREST IN THE OLDEST BOOK IN THE WORLD (RV 10-146) – Post No.10,264

WRITTEN BY LONDON SWAMINATHAN

Post No. 10,264

Date uploaded in London – 27 OCTOBER  2021         

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(Partly Autobiography of London Swaminathan)

RIG VEDA is the oldest anthology in the world, oldest religious scripture in the world. Though I have been reading ‘about’ it for 60 years, I ‘read’ it fully in 2021.  I started ‘reading’ it on 28-4-2021 and finished it on 24-10-21. It took me nearly six months to ‘read’ it in Tamil (M R Jambunathan’s Translation). It contains over 1020 hymns and 10,552 mantras. Even the people who have ‘translated’ them added ‘we don’t understand, it is obscure, the meaning is not clear, probably it mans, perhaps the seer says. I only read it; not studied it or fully understood it. But it makes very interesting reading. I read it only one hour every day scribbling with pencil all through the pages.

I would tell all my friends to read it at least once. Please start with Asvins or Viswedevas; full of miracles and full of history. Reading is easy; for studying it or understanding it you need Hindu mindset. You need to be a Hindu in spirit, not necessary  religiously Hindu. Above all you must believe what Hindus believed at least 6000 years ago. That is the date given to the Rig Veda by Herman Jacobi and Bala Gangadhara Tilak. Max Muller gave it any date over 1500 BCE. Prof. Wilson and others dated it around 2000 BCE.

It has ten books. As you reach the final book (No.10), it becomes more interesting. A lot of subjects are discussed there. From Big Bang Theory to birds and animals in the forest. THE RV ends with a beautiful Nationaal Anthem for the UNO (united nations organisation)

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BEAUTIFUL FOREST (RV 10-146 Aranyani)

As a nature lover, I have been reading books on Nature for the past 50 years. I started collecting stamps from very early age. Now at the age of 73, still I collect stamps. I was fascinated by the forest stamp issued in India in 1961. I used to look at it for hours along with the wild life stamps issued by India immediately after that in 1963.

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Aranyak or Vanavasi by Bibhutibhushan Bandhyopadhyay

All our brothers used to read Vanavasi/Aranyak by Bibhutibhushan Bandhyopadhyay, Thekkadi Raja by M.P.Subhrahmanyan, Blackpanther of Sivanipalli by Kenneth Anderson etc and discuss them for hours and hours.

Then came Ziaudeen or Jiyawodeen into our life . He was a Forest Ranger in Thekkadi area and used to come to see my father V Santanam, News Editor, Dinamani, Madurai, to give his poems or stories to be published in Dinamani Sudar Weekly Supplement. He used to tell us all the adventures he did in the Periyar Dam area; we would listen to him for hours with open mouth in amazement. He used to tell how he escaped from a chasing elephant, how they saved a person from the python that tightened its grip on him, the leeches that stuck to his body sucking blood etc. In spite of this scary things, he encouraged us to visit him in the forest.

Unfortunately when I went to Thekkadi on my own several years after this I could only see some elephants at a distance, nothing else. To do RSS propaganda, I went to Kambam, from there to Kumuli and Thekkadi. When I visited Vedanthangal bird Sanctuary near Chennai, I could see only a few hundred birds, because I went there out of season. All due to over enthusiasm.

Malgudi Days of R K Narayan (in India) and BBC documentaries (in UK from 1987) also made me to stick to TV like a leech.

So the stamps and books on Nature hooked me to forests and plants. This made me to take Botany as major subject in my B.Sc course in Madurai University.

Then came the poems of William Wordsworth Daffodils and The Tables Turned. I memorised them and recited them so many times. When I recited it in my dream, my family listened to it and laughed and gave me the nick name ‘Daffodils’! I knew only about it when I woke up in the morning.

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Now to Rig Veda Forest Poem (RV 10-146 Aranyani)

With this background, I read the poem on Aranyani in the Rig Veda a few days back.

Here is the poem:- Ode to Forest Goddess

1. GODDESS of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight.

     How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?

2. What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala’s voice,

     Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.

3. And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears:

     Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.

4. Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree:

     At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.

5. The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach.

     Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.

6. Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm,

     The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.

I will compare it with Daffodils, The Tables Turned- both by William Wordsworth and a few other poms on Forest by Oscar Wilde and others in the next part. This is not the only poem on Nature in the RV. The whole world knows the humorous poem on Frogs. A lot of poems on Forest Fire and Dawn (Lady Usha) re there for Nature lovers.

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Same Poem in Sanskrit……………………….

10.146.01   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

अर॑ण्या॒न्यर॑ण्यान्य॒सौ या प्रेव॒ नश्य॑सि ।

क॒था ग्रामं॒ न पृ॑च्छसि॒ न त्वा॒ भीरि॑व विंदती३ँ ॥

araṇyāni ǀ araṇyāni ǀ asau ǀ yā ǀ pra-iva ǀ naśyasi ǀ

kathā ǀ grāmam ǀ na ǀ pṛcchasi ǀ na ǀ tvā ǀ bhīḥ-iva ǀ vindatīm̐ ǁ

10.146.02   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

वृ॒षा॒र॒वाय॒ वद॑ते॒ यदु॒पाव॑ति चिच्चि॒कः ।

आ॒घा॒टिभि॑रिव धा॒वय॑न्नरण्या॒निर्म॑हीयते ॥

vṛṣa-ravāya ǀ vadate ǀ yat ǀ upa-avati ǀ ciccikaḥ ǀ

āghāṭibhiḥ-iva ǀ dhāvayan ǀ araṇyāniḥ ǀ mahīyate ǁ

10.146.03   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

उ॒त गाव॑ इवादंत्यु॒त वेश्मे॑व दृश्यते ।

उ॒तो अ॑रण्या॒निः सा॒यं श॑क॒टीरि॑व सर्जति ॥

uta ǀ gāvaḥ-iva ǀ adanti ǀ uta ǀ veśma-iva ǀ dṛśyate ǀ

uto iti ǀ araṇyāniḥ ǀ sāyam ǀ śakaṭīḥ-iva ǀ sarjati ǁ

10.146.04   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

गामं॒गैष आ ह्व॑यति॒ दार्वं॒गैषो अपा॑वधीत् ।

वस॑न्नरण्या॒न्यां सा॒यमक्रु॑क्ष॒दिति॑ मन्यते ॥

gām ǀ aṅga ǀ eṣaḥ ǀ ā ǀ hvayati ǀ dāru ǀ aṅga ǀ eṣaḥ ǀ apa ǀ avadhīt ǀ

vasan ǀ araṇyānyām ǀ sāyam ǀ akrukṣat ǀ iti ǀ manyate ǁ

10.146.05   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

न वा अ॑रण्या॒निर्हं॑त्य॒न्यश्चेन्नाभि॒गच्छ॑ति ।

स्वा॒दोः फल॑स्य ज॒ग्ध्वाय॑ यथा॒कामं॒ नि प॑द्यते ॥

na ǀ vai ǀ araṇyāniḥ ǀ hanti ǀ anyaḥ ǀ ca ǀ it ǀ na ǀ abhi-gacchati ǀ

svādoḥ ǀ phalasya ǀ jagdhvāya ǀ yathā-kāmam ǀ ni ǀ padyate ǁ

10.146.06   (Mandala. Sukta. Rik)

आंज॑नगंधिं सुर॒भिं ब॑ह्व॒न्नामकृ॑षीवलां ।

प्राहं मृ॒गाणां॑ मा॒तर॑मरण्या॒निम॑शंसिषं ॥

āñjana-gandhim ǀ surabhim ǀ bahu-annām ǀ akṛṣi-valām ǀ

pra ǀ aham ǀ mṛgāṇām ǀ mātaram ǀ araṇyānim ǀ aśaṃsiṣam ǁ

To be continued………………….

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OLDEST POEM ABOUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FOREST! (Post No.4896)

OLDEST POEM ABOUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FOREST! (Post No.4896)

 

WRITTEN by London Swaminathan 

 

Date: 8 April 2018

 

Time uploaded in London –  20-38 (British Summer Time)

 

Post No. 4896

 

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Rig Veda is a treasure house. It is the encyclopaedia of human race. Since it is the only book about humanity in the ancient world, everything said in it is carefully analysed. There is a beautiful poem about Forest and Queen of the Forest in the tenth mandala, the last of the ten mandalas/divisions in the Rig Veda.

We come across beautiful description of the forest by the poet. The queen of the forest is called ARANYAANI. The beauty of the word ARANYAM is that it is found in all Indian languages including Tamil. Vedaranyam, Dharbaranyam (Tirunallaru), Vadaranyam (Tiru Alankadu) in Tamil Nadu, Naimisaranyam, Dandakaranyam in the North are famous.

Like many Rig Vedic words, it is very common. The Goddess of the Forest is addressed by the poet.

This highlights many points

Hindus cared about environment several thousand years before any other community in the world.

Hindus appreciated and respected nature than any other community. Note the words Queen, Goddess etc.

Hindus worshipped everything in Nature.

The method of addressing is followed even by the 2000 year old Tamil Sangam poets: The poet says Aranyaanii! Aranyaanii! Tamils used such repetitions in Purananauru verses–195, 228, 256, 285, 301 etc

 

Let us look at the short poem or hymn now:

1.Goddess of the Forest! Goddess of the Forest! who seem to vanish from the sight.

How is it you seek not the village? Are you not afraid?

2.What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill Chichika bird’s voice

seeming to sound the tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults

3.And yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling place appears;

Or else at evening the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.

4.Here one is calling to his house, another has felled the tree;

At evening the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody has screamed.

5.The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach

She eats fruit and then takes, even as she wills, rest.

6.Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet scented, redolent of balm,

The Mother of all Sylvan things, who tills not but has stores of food.

–Rig Veda 10-146

 

Probably this is the oldest and most beautiful poem on Forest. The scent of the forest, the sounds heard in the forest, the strength of the forest (she doesn’t need to plough and cultivate), the vegetarian food of the forest queen, the title as Queen, the status as Goddess- all such words and epithets show great appreciation for the forest.

 

One wonders how come the forest is not afraid, but every one of us fears it because of the wild animals and the robbers hiding there.

The chirping of the birds and crickets is not missed by the poet.

The evening scenes are picturesque: – a cart is rolling, cows are mowing, some sounds similar to crying (from animals) are heard, someone sees a house at a distance with lamps perhaps.

 

The forest never hurts any one unless a person hurts it.  The forest never cultivates, ploughs or raise trees; but they grow on their own and always full of fruits—all appreciation!

 

It is as if we are beginning to read a story or novel. The authors always describe such scenes and proceed to their plot of the story.

If we imagine that this hymn is sung in the Bhoopaala Raga, it will add more colour to it.

In Sanskrit and Tamil we have Suprabatham and Tiru Palli Ezuchi. It may be the prelude to that genre.

 

–Subham—