Nityananda Caritamrta
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The Marriage of Lord Nityänanda<br />
was covered with perspiration. A doctor came and diagnosed<br />
that she had epilepsy, saying that there was no cure for this disease.<br />
He informed the girl’s relatives that seldom does a person<br />
with epilepsy live for long. He then treated her according to the<br />
prescriptions of the scriptures.<br />
“Even after applying proper medication there is no improvement,”<br />
the physician said. “Take your daughter to the bank of<br />
the Ganges and arrange for her funeral rites to be performed.”<br />
Süryadäsa began to cry when he heard these words. Gaurédäsa,<br />
while consoling him, said, “I think we have committed<br />
an offense at the feet of Avadhüta Nityänanda. We must beg<br />
His pardon, and bring Him back here as soon as possible. As<br />
long as we live in this world, we should try to maintain relationships.<br />
After death, relationships no longer exist. If He can revive<br />
our daughter, then we should arrange for her marriage with<br />
Him. This is my advice to all of you. Let us all go to Nityänanda<br />
Prabhu and fall at His feet.”<br />
Lord Nityänanda was sitting under a banyan tree on the<br />
bank of the Ganges. Tears glided from His eyes as He chanted<br />
the holy name of Kåñëa. Gaurédäsa, along with his relatives,<br />
went to Nityänanda Prabhu and fell at His lotus feet. The Lord<br />
quickly picked him up while patting him on the back. “My dear<br />
cowherd men, have you all forgotten Me?” the Lord said.<br />
Nityänanda Prabhu placed His hands on Süryadäsa’s shoulders.<br />
Süryadäsa Paëòita fell at the feet of Nityänanda Prabhu<br />
and lamented, “You completely bewildered my intelligence. Although<br />
You are capable of doing anything, You did not inspire<br />
me to give up my attachment for varëäçrama-dharma. Please<br />
give us the shelter of Your lotus feet and thus save us.”<br />
Saying this, the Paëòita took Lord Nityänanda to his home.<br />
His daughter, Jahnavä, was lying at the doorstep, covered with a<br />
cloth as the sunshine fell upon her. This appeared like lightning<br />
striking a cloud. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as tears incessantly<br />
fell from them. Her curly hair enhanced the beauty of<br />
her forehead. The symptoms of impending death appeared on<br />
her body. At that moment, the aroma of the Lord’s body entered<br />
her nostrils. By smelling this aroma, she immediately regained<br />
consciousness.<br />
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