(from Dandavats.com) PART ONE It was in the Puranic era When so much excitement was in the air For a great event was underway A sacrifice with so much on display With ingredients–ghee, grain, and fire Intent to please the Creator’s desire Attendees were sages, brahmins, gods from above And others who appreciate this kind of cosmic love Also present was a very special bull Who takes personal care of Shiva in full Shiva is the master of the world’s dissolution A great yogi aloof from politic pollution At the ceremony there was mantra and sound Dance and all good things to be found All present there took to a comfortable seat After a pleasant and very warm greet However, at one point, all turned bitter And a battle of words made it no better Someone from the ranks had an axe to grind Towards Shiva who’s of a gentler kind Our story, a tale of an in-law sort Tells of Shiva’s wife’s father, quite the bad sport His name, Daksha, a progenitor of man Who became a guest of honour as was the plan What happens to Shiva’s wife? An intriguing question A sorrowful tale of domiciliary rejection PART TWO Shiva returned home to meet Sati, his consort Explaining of insults, of etiquette falling short Lodged by Daksha; it left her in a quandary That husband and father will never have camaraderie She went on to meditate but her inner thought was broken Goddesses in aerial travel caused urges to be awoken The women were en route with their fine divine men To destination–her father’s–for an event once again Sati was so much hankering to go But Shiva warned that friend will turn to foe Confused by her love for him and familial affections She departed in favour of daughterly attention Daksha ignored and snubbed proving himself cold She finally took a stance to be loud and scold Intolerant of Daksha’s lack of human love She invoked her yogic fire and died thereof The news of the tragedy reached Shiva quite fast With ire raised high he was prepared to blast “That scoundrel who dared to stoop so low Will receive a sharp cut at the neck” and so… PART THREE Then came the voice of Brahma making a plea for peace “To all gods and mortals may your fears all cease” At the roof of the world stands great Mount Kailash There sits Shiva in a setting simple not posh Content that just deserts have played out Yet grieving his loss it’s left him some doubt Sati the heroine came to unite with her lord Reincarnated as Mena it’s what she had implored She’s the daughter of the great Himalayan king Now marrying Shiva what joy that did bring Daksha’s pride had been worn down Appearing for a head was not a royal crown A goat’s head made it to the top of the torso He learned meekness in ways that were more so A karmic reaction to a mistake on his part Shiva’s feet became the target of his head and heart Forgiveness is an item for which one should beg It’s an option for one who’s on his last leg Blessings of peace came from mortals and gods A sacrifice resumed that challenged all odds By Bhaktimarga Swami
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