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Markandeya Puran: In English rhyme
Markandeya Puran: In English rhyme
Markandeya Puran: In English rhyme
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Markandeya Puran: In English rhyme

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The Markandeya Puran, a tale profound,


Of sage Markandeya, wisdom unbound.


Stories of Devi, the goddess’s might,


Her battles with demons, in cosmic fight.


Tales of dharma, devotion’s call,


In every verse, lessons for all.


From creation’s start to end of time,


Markandeya’s wisdom, in every rhyme.

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Release dateJul 23, 2024
Markandeya Puran: In English rhyme

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    Markandeya Puran - Munindra Misra

    Markandeya Maha Puran

    Song

    (Verse 1)

    In the ancient texts of wisdom, in the heart of Bharat's land,

    Lies the tale of sage Markandeya, with a destiny so grand.

    Born to Mrikandu, Marudvati, blessed by Lord Shiv's hand,

    His story is a beacon, guiding souls to understand.

    (Chorus)

    Markandeya, Markandeya, sage of timeless age,

    Your tale of faith and devotion, is an eternal sage.

    In the creation, destruction dance, you found divine stage,

    Markandeya, Markandeya, you're the seer of the age.

    (Verse 2)

    Faced with death at tender sixteen, yet he did not shake,

    With unwavering devotion, he made the heavens quake.

    Lord Yama came to claim him, but Markandeya not break,

    Embracing the Shiva Lingam, he made the death-god wake.

    (Chorus)

    Markandeya, Markandeya, in Shiva's warm embrace,

    You transcended death and time, found the eternal space.

    In the heart of the Maha Mrityunjaya, we find your trace,

    Markandeya, Markandeya, you're the symbol of grace.

    (Bridge)

    From the depths of the cosmic ocean, to the end of time,

    Your story echoes in the Vedic chime.

    In the dance of Nataraja, in the sacred rhyme,

    Markandeya, your spirit is truly sublime.

    (Chorus)

    Markandeya, Markandeya, sage of timeless age,

    Your tale of faith and devotion, is an eternal sage.

    In the creation, destruction dance, you found divine stage,

    Markandeya, Markandeya, you're the seer of the age.

    (Outro)

    So here's to sage Markandeya, may his tale inspire,

    A life of deep devotion, a heart that aspires higher.

    In the cosmic dance of Shiva, amidst the celestial choir,

    Markandeya, Markandeya, you set our hearts on fire.

    1 Introduction

    Once Jaimini, a disciple so wise,

    Asked Markandeya with curious eyes,

    "O Lord, in Mahabharat's grand design,

    Dharma, Arth, Kaam, Moksha intertwine.

    Vedavyasa penned this epic tale,

    Where norms and stages never fail.

    Cryptic knowledge of Vedas it holds,

    In its verses, a world unfolds.

    Why did the Lord, so divine,

    Take a human form, oh so fine?

    How did Draupadi, so fair,

    Become the wife of Pandavas, the pair?

    How did Balaram, strong and stern,

    For the sin of killing, yearn to learn?

    How did Draupadi's sons, so brave,

    Meet their untimely, tragic grave?

    Narrate these tales, oh sage so great,

    Help me understand my fate."

    Markandeya replied with a gentle nod,

    "I'm engaged in worship of my God.

    But fear not, for I have a plan,

    To narrate the tales as best as I can.

    Birds there are, who know it all,

    In Vindhyachal, they make their call.

    Sons of Drona, they're named,

    In Vedas, they're famed.

    Pingaksha, Vibodha, Suputra, and more,

    In caves among hills, they explore.

    Ask them your questions, clear your doubts,

    In their wisdom, have no bouts."

    Jaimini was surprised, "Can this be?

    Birds reciting the Mahabharat, like you and me?

    How did they acquire such knowledge profound,

    In bird form, how was it found?"

    Markandeya then began to tell,

    Of a strange event, that once befell.

    In Nandanvan, under the tree,

    Indra was as happy as could be.

    With his elves, he made merry,

    When Narad arrived, light as a fairy.

    Indra asked, "What do you desire?

    A song, a dance, to inspire?"

    Narad wished to see a dance,

    Of an elf, in a trance.

    This led to a row, oh so loud,

    Each elf was haughty and proud.

    To test their beauty, they were tasked,

    To break Durvaasa's penance, masked.

    All but one, named Vapu,

    Accepted the challenge, to the venue.

    She sang a song, so sweet and clear,

    Durvaasa was drawn near.

    But he knew, she was there to distract,

    And he decided to act.

    He cursed Vapu, in his ire,

    "To be a bird, is your future dire.

    For sixteen years, this will be,

    No child will you see.

    By a weapon, you'll be felled,

    And your heavenly form, be held."

    With these words, he left the place,

    To Akashganga, in space.

    2 Creations & Mythological Characters

    Birth of Four Birds

    Markandeya spoke, his voice so clear,

    "Of avian King Garud, lend your ear.

    Two brothers there were, Kank and Kandhar,

    Their tale is strange, it travels far.

    One day Kank, to Kailash went,

    Where a demon, his time spent.

    Vidrayudrup, slave of Kuber, in wine did drown,

    Seeing Kank, he wore a frown.

    Kank asserted, bold and bright,

    This mountain is all's by right.

    The demon, in fury, drew his sword,

    And Kank was silenced, without a word.

    Kandhar heard of his brother's fate,

    To kill the demon, he couldn't wait.

    He arrived on the mountain, high and steep,

    Where Vidrayudrup, still in drink did steep.

    A fierce battle, they did fight,

    Kandhar emerged as victor in the night.

    The demon's wife, Madanika, in despair,

    Accepted Kandhar, beyond compare.

    Madanika, daughter of Menka, the elf,

    Could change her guise, all by herself.

    After marrying Kandhar, she took bird form,

    And thus, a new life was born.

    A Brahmin, Mandapal, had sons four,

    Drona, the youngest, scriptures he bore.

    Kandhar married his daughter, Taarkshi, so fair,

    To Drona, and they made a happy pair.

    During Mahabharat's fierce fray,

    Taarkshi conceived, as legends say.

    Over the battlefield, she flew,

    Where Arjuna and Bhagdatt, their weapons drew.

    An arrow, aimed at Bhagdatt, went astray,

    And struck Taarkshi, on that fateful day.

    Four eggs fell to the ground,

    By a bell, they were safely found.

    After the battle, sage Shami came,

    And discovered the chicks, in the bell's frame.

    Look! he said, "These are no ordinary birds,

    Carry these eggs, heed my words."

    His disciples did as they were told,

    And the story of the birds, began to unfold.

    Birds Migrate to Vindhyachal

    In Shami's care, the chicks did thrive,

    Feathers grew, they learned to fly.

    Each day out, by evening's tide,

    Back to the hermitage, they'd glide.

    Vedic wisdom they did gain,

    From Shami's words, like soothing rain.

    Grown and strong, they sought advice,

    Their speech clear, precise and nice.

    "O Sage, our guide, our father true,

    What duties now, should we pursue?"

    Amazed was Shami, his disciples too,

    At these birds, who wisdom knew.

    "Tell us, birds, how came this curse?

    Your tale, to us, do rehearse."

    The birds then spoke of times gone by,

    Of a sage's test, and a father's sigh.

    Vipulasvan, the sage of old,

    Had sons two, brave and bold.

    Indra came, in bird's disguise,

    Asked for flesh, to their surprise.

    Frightened, they refused the plea,

    Angered their father, cursed to be.

    Birds in next life, yet blessed with knowledge,

    Thus began their unique voyage.

    In battlefield born, then found by Shami,

    Nurtured with care, in his hermitage homely.

    Now they sought freedom, to Vindhyachal's crest,

    To study the Vedas, and in penance rest.

    Shami then spoke, "These birds, you see,

    Survived the battle, it's no mystery.

    Their greatness shows, in every way,

    Go in peace, in Vindhyachal stay."

    Divine Plays of God

    In Vindhyachal, 'neath the sky so blue,

    Jaimini arrived, as Markandeya's words rang true.

    O birds, he said, "I've journeyed far and wide,

    To seek your wisdom, in you I confide."

    The birds replied, "Your presence is a divine sight,

    Feels as if God Himself has taken flight.

    Ask your questions, O sage so wise,

    We'll answer best we can, under these skies."

    "Why did the Lord, so powerful and

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