Visvamitra, moved by Dasaratha’s graciousness and the elegance of his words, stated “Only you, noble monarch of the great Ikshvaku dynasty led by Vasishta, are qualified to make such a statement. Let me now explain the reason for my visit, and may your promise to carry out my instructions be honoured! I am having a difficult time carrying out some rites since the rakshasas Maricha and Subahu have been pouring blood and flesh down on the altar of sacrifice. My attempts are constantly thwarted by these demons, whose magical abilities allow them to assume any form at will, and I’ve ended up feeling hopeless. I am also unable to curse them since doing so would violate the ritual, which bans me from doing so while it is being performed. Give me Rama your firstborn child, who has never experienced fear, please. I will promote his glory across the three planets because only he, with his holy brightness, is capable of destroying the rakshasas. Rama is incomparable to Maricha and Subahu. Never can they defeat him! Consider them already dead! I am aware of Rama’s indomitable strength and courage, which fear no reprisal. Vasishta and the other sages are both aware of Vasishta’s greatest power. Give me Rama if you want your dharma and your renown to endure eternally on this planet! Send Rama with me for 10 nights, if Vasishta and your ministers permit it. Don’t let the lucky time allotted for my ritual to pass by, and don’t be sad.” After saying everything that needed to be said, Visvamitra grew silent, leaving Dasaratha shaking in terror as he sat on his throne.
Dasaratha claimed after emerging from his coma “Rama is just fifteen years old. Is a battle with the rakshasas conceivable for him? I am the ruler and master of a whole Akshauhini. I will fight with those forces because they alone—not Rama—can defeat the foe. I will defend the yagna and combat Maricha and Subahu with my bow in hand for as long as I have any remaining strength. Rama is a twelve-year-old child who has no prior military or weaponry training. The rakshasas, who are infamous for their deceit, are invincible to him. I am unable to survive without Rama! He is my greatest joy and was born to me after 60,000 years, so spare him.” Then, Dasaratha was curious to learn more about the rakshasas, “What are they capable of? They are sons of whom, and who are they? How can one stop their treachery and what type of bodies do they have? Because these beings are justifiably proud of their invincibility, neither Rama nor I am able to counteract their magical abilities or repel their wickedness. fantastic Brahmin How can Rama fight against these cunning demons?” Visvamitra then said, “A rakshasa by the name of Ravana, armed with a blessing from Brahma, has been torturing the three realms since he was born into the Paulastya dynasty. Strong and powerful, he is often accompanied by bands of his fellow creatures. He is Visravas’s son and Kubera’s sibling. Maricha and Subahu hinder my offerings at Ravana’s request even if he is not doing it himself.” Dasaratha after hearing Visvamitra stated, “I am not strong enough to face Ravana. Visvamitra! My teacher and my god, you are. Be generous. How can humanity endure Ravana when not even the gods, such as the Danavas, Yakshas, or Pannagas, can do so? How can Rama, a little child who has never even heard of warfare, achieve that? How can I send my kid to battle those creatures who seem to be death itself?” When Visvamitra heard Dasaratha, he erupted into a violent anger that burned like the oblation-fueled flames of a sacrifice fire!
Bharata travelled to his uncle’s Kingdom of Kekaya with the help of his aristocratic brother Satrughna. Even though they were treated with respect, affection, and care like the king’s own sons, the two princes never stopped missing their father Dasaratha in Ayodhya and never stopped thinking of him. Rama, who stood out for his excellent characteristics, was the son Dasaratha loved the most out of all his children. In response to the fervent cries of the devatas, Visnu, the Eternal, was born among humans in order to save them from Ravana’s evil influence. Rama, the incarnate, was the pride and delight of Kausalya when he was born. No virtue existed in the world that he did not possess, and none existed that was not already his. He was endowed with every great attribute. His virtues were magnificent and many. He became known as the ultimate definition of dharma due to his dedication to justice and truth. Rama was an equal of Dasaratha like a light created out of light because of his exquisite shape and unmatched bravery. He was a son beyond comparison since he had an ego and no malice. Rama was a gentle man with a calm disposition who was not envious and who never used harsh language. He was the first to greet anybody he encountered, always elegant and kind. Even the lowest among them received the warmest treatment when talked to. He was unmatched in strength and bravery, yet he never used his strength to his advantage. He knew every verse of every text, yet despite his infinite knowledge, he nevertheless bowed in awe to other intellectuals. Rama, who is kind and compassionate, promised to shield everyone from all anxieties, yet he was unable to bear other people’s suffering. His main priority was the wellbeing of his people, to whom he was like their own existence. None were condemned by the powerful Ikshvaku, and no one condemned him. He was always happy and guiltless, personifying virtue and unwavering resolve. He was revered throughout the three realms for his unparalleled talents. His inherent merits made him sparkle with a brilliance like that of the Sun, and the earth sought him for her Lord! He was as intelligent as Brihaspathi and as brave as Indra. His grandeur was magnificent, unmatched even by the celestials as a model of heroism for all of humanity. The skin was a rich, glossy blue, and the large, limpid eyes were like bottomless seas of sympathy. Rama was an embodiment of all that was attractive, intelligent, kind, and brave, and even his adversaries respected him for his powerful armies and dazzling appearance. Rama, who was born in Kausalya, burned like cosmic fire when enraged despite being as resilient as the Himalayas and as forbearing as mother earth. Rama was a saver of creatures and was as wealthy as Kubera, the ruler of riches. King Dasaratha pondered, “How can Rama be anointed king while I am still alive? ” after seeing this marvellous son of his, blessed with several exceptional traits unreachable by the other princes. He is the one who guards all life on earth and is more beloved by the people than I am. The great monarch was overcome with excitement at this idea, and he immediately summoned his ministers to speak with them about it. He also shared with them his worries about several unlucky omens and signals that portended bad things for him, as well as his ageing and declining vigour. Then Dasaratha sent for the influential citizens of the cities and the countryside. All of the kingdoms’ rulers soon awaited their king’s address with great attention, with the exception of Janaka and Kekaya, to whom communications could not be sent.
The sound of a huge gong could be heard in Dasaratha’s deep, booming voice. “I have lived under the regal canopy for sixty thousand years,” he stated, resonating loudly across the chamber. I am an Ikshvaku dynasty descendant, and I have lived up to the high ideals of my predecessors by protecting and ruling my people as best I can while continuously working to create dharma on this planet. Due to my ageing body and waning strength, I request rest with the approval of all the revered sages and Brahmins. Rama, who is as powerful as Indra and my moral equal, is the ruler I want to appoint. I need your blessing to enthrone him the very following morning. The prominent dignitaries declared that it was their heartfelt yearning to see Rama as king amid thundering cheers of joy. Dasaratha enquired: “Your hasty acceptance of my offer makes me question my own abilities. Am I mistaken? Where did I make a mistake?” The kings and those gathered responded in response to the king’s question, “Rama is the Divine One, and his virtues and splendour transcend those of all other Ikshvakus. He is the most moral. Being firmly rooted in the truth and knowledgeable in every field, he is unaware of either envy or jealousy. He is approachable due to his endearing personality. His compassion is so great that he can look directly into the hearts of mankind while accepting everyone with warmth and grace. Rama has qualities that are both many and uncommon. He never fails to inquire about the well-being of everyone who comes his way, whether he is mounted on a horse, an elephant, or a chariot. A charming grin is present with every word. He wins the affection of his subjects, who admire and revere him, by acting like a friend and a parent. He is the God of gods and is as handsome as Lord Visnu, who can rule all worlds. Rama is born as your son to your good fortune and for the benefit of the entire universe, and the devatas revere him. For the well-being and protection of the person who always follows the path of dharma, the entire universe prays and invokes everything that is divine. He exhibits all virtues. There is no virtue in this world that he does not possess. Rama should be crowned king right away “was the general consensus among the populace of the country.
A flood of happiness swept through Dasaratha as his proposal was enthusiastically accepted “I am ecstatic about your wish for my son to become king. Let the preparations for the coronation begin in this blessed month of Chaitra, when the trees are in bloom.” Vasishta was then asked to serve as the master of ceremonies by Dasaratha. Assuming immediate control, Vasishta gave the order to purchase everything required for the grand occasion, including money, gems, medicines, unguents, and flowers. The list also included a whole tiger pelt, an elephant, and a double fan made of yak hair. All of the palace’s and city’s entrances were to be decorated with floral garlands. The food provided had to be of the highest quality and sufficient in quantity to sate the appetites of 100,000 Brahmins. The following day’s invocation (Svasthivachana) was to begin at daybreak. With flowers adorning it and sandalwood and incense filling the air, Ayodhya was to smell divine. The temples were to be filled with food and alms, and the streets were to be sprayed with water and made lively by dancers and singers dressed in finery. Rama was picked up from the palace by Sumantra. The monarch saw his son, who he loved dearly, arrive while appearing to be the lord of the gandharvas. He captured the hearts of everyone who saw him with his powerful arms, attractive visage, and eyes that were as big as the delicate lotus petals. They were really ecstatic to have him there. Rama got down of the chariot and walked over to the palace, which was as brilliant as Mount Kailash’s peaks. He touched Dasaratha’s feet in reverence while bowing to his father while holding his hands together and stating, “I, Rama, have come.” Rama was then given a seat made of gold and adorned with the most priceless stones by the monarch, which was cast with the brilliance of Rama’s self-effulgence. “You are the most beloved of my children, my son, the progeny of the greatest of my queens. You have earned the hearts of your people thanks to your virtue. Accept Ayodhya’s throne as your own. Despite the fact that you are faultless, my unending love for you compels me to provide advice for your advantage. Do not be influenced by either love or rage. Keep your subjects and ministers content. The arsenal and granaries need to be fully provisioned. As vital to you as the nectar of immorality is to the gods is the affection of your people. Never act out of greed or fury; instead, keep your senses under control and be calm at all times. Keep abreast of everything that happens in the nation.” Rama’s friends hurried to Kausalya to share the good news, and the queen, who was overjoyed, surprised them with cows, money, and jewellery. Rama, who was revered and worshipped by the throngs of people, respectfully bid Dasaratha farewell and withdrew to his home. The gathering throng prayed to the gods for an unhindered coronation since they were relieved that their prayers had been granted.
When the pushya star is in ascendance tomorrow, Rama will be designated as the heir apparent, the monarch instructed his advisors. The king called for Rama once again and informed his son that Rama had reigned for a long time and had experienced all of life’s pleasures. “I’ve accomplished all I set out to do. I now had the heir I had yearned for in you, who are without equal. There is nothing else for me to do at this point, and my followers want you to be their master. I notice omens and signals that don’t bode good for me. I want you to be crowned.” “Given that Bharata is not present, this could be a good moment to do so. Your brother is undoubtedly honourable and loving toward you, yet human nature is fickle. The most moral among them react impulsively.” Rama turned away and went to visit his mother Kausalya, who was pleading for him at the temple. Sita, Sumitra, and Lakshmana were standing at her side. Rama spoke to her as he paid respects: “My coronation mother will appear in the following morning. Please make sure Sita and I have all we need for the ceremony.” When her beloved son was about to get such a tremendous award, Kausalya was overjoyed and exclaimed, “I wish you a long life. May you offer joy to everyone of your family and may your adversaries perish. You now own the riches and grandeur of the Ikshvaku-s empire.” Turning to Lakshmana, Rama remarked, “Lakshmana, you are my other self and my source of life. I want this life and this nation only for you.” Rama and Sita returned to his palace after bowing to the two queens and receiving their approval.
In order to prepare for the auspicious ascension to the kingdom, King Dasaratha summoned his preceptor Vasishta and asked him to advise Rama and his young spouse to fast. Vasishta arrived at Rama’s residence and was welcomed with reverence. Vasishta remarked, “Tomorrow you will be installed regent by your father as Yayati was by Nahusha,” pleased by the enthusiastic reception. Rama’s grand palaces were bustling with attractive people and filled with the joyful noises of men and ladies. In celebration of Rama shortly becoming their Lord, they had completely given themselves over to wild rioting. People from nearby towns and villages filled the streets of Ayodhya. The entire city had been perfectly cleaned up and tastefully adorned, and the air was filled with anticipation and high hopes.
After Vasishta left, Rama and his lovely spouse proceeded to worship Lord Narayana after being cleansed by the holy bath. The royal couple spent a night of fasting and meditation reclining on a mound of kusa grass in the old temple of Lord Visnu after performing procedures such as offering libations to the sacrifice fire. Rama got up at dawn and turned toward the east to worship the Sun God and recite the sacred Gayatri while listening to the sublime Vedic hymns. The Brahmins’ renditions of the peace chants resounded in a deep, mellow tone. Rama, dressed in pure white, was waiting for the fortunate moment as vibrant sounds could be heard coming from all directions throughout Ayodhya. In preparation for the major event that would soon occur, the populace of the area hurriedly decorated the city. Every feasible structure and tree was covered with flags and banners, and performers like actors and dancers amused the crowd while playing pleasant music on exotic instruments. As trees prepared to brighten the darkness of the nights, streets were decorated with flowers and big lamps. People congregated in groups to talk about Rama’s choice as their master and protector and how lucky they were to have him. As people flooded in from all sides to take part in the coronation, the sounds of Ayodhya, which were comparable to Indra’s Amaravati in magnificence, swelled to a crescendo and sounded like the turbulent waters of the ocean at full tide.
While Ayodhya celebrated, Queen Kaikeyi’s hunchbacked maid Manthara, who was visiting from the palace of her royal parents, noted the unexpected increase in the population. She inquired of Rama’s nurse as to what was creating the commotion and celebration and why queen Kausalya was dispersing so many presents of wealth and kindness. Manthara was enraged at the response, “The morrow shall witness the installation of Rama as king.” Manthara was a lady full of evil, obsessed by rage. She ran to Kaikeyi and said, “Are you illiterate? Are you sleeping? A terrible disaster is about to strike you; get up now! “. The queen was curious as to what had prompted Manthara’s furious outburst after hearing it. Invoking Kaikeyi’s animosity towards Rama, the crafty lady claimed to be looking out for her mistress while adding “Kaikeyi, you are about to perish! Rama will serve as regent, and I am worried about you since your wealth is tied to mine. The monarch is cunning and cunning. He is tricking you and Bharata by crowning that Kausalya son, taking advantage of your ignorance. To save yourself, your son, and me, take action right away. Are you, Queen of the Great King, a princess by birth and unaware of how severe the rules of the kingdom may be? Do not wait because Dasaratha will treat you and your son like an enemy “. Manthara was presented with a magnificent gem by Kaikeyi, who emerged from her sofa beaming like the crescent moon “Manthara, what fantastic news! Rama and Bharata are identical in my eyes, and I am ecstatic that Rama has been appointed regent. You can get everything you ask for by asking.”