Hi everyone, I’m back with the last part of the translation of this story. The journey of writing this has been great I enjoyed myself writing this and went smoothly, I also hope my small audience loves the story too. Once again i thank the writer Asangbam Minaketan for giving us this wonderful piece of history. Without further a do, let’s just dive into the remaining story.
On the other side, the prince also thought of the princess, he was worried and cried for her. After the death of the king, the prince became the king of the valley, and a king is duty-bound. He is the staff of justice for the valley he cannot eat whatever he wants at the same time he can, he cannot love whoever he wants at the same time he can. The wise people who had seen more days than anyone, advised the king constantly about how he belonged to not himself but the subjects. They say, you cannot do whatever you want, you cannot misbehave with your ancestors, you cannot sell yourself and the kingdom to others, you cannot be a weak ruler for the future kings and prince, you cannot.... He saw no bank in this drowning flow of pressure and sorrow. The face of that beauty started to fade from his mind and the tears started to dry up, yet he didn't forgot her.
Once the king (prince) discreetly went to the hill. There he got familiar with his son and met his “queen”. But, the king took with him his son, to make him the prince and future king, for the critical subjects' he said he adopted a son from a tribe from the hills.
The mother was devastated, as if fated to bud in her kingdom, bloom in the valley and to die in the hills, the immense grief of being separated from her son, whom she nurtured in the wild to form a complete fruit, made her breathe her last. She had nothing to live for now.
The king too is a human, upon hearing the death of his childhood friend and companion in his youth was devastated and cried, singing to her in a form of ballad. “Oh flower of the hill, with no one there to adore or wear you on the side of the ears, why did you fall and leave, I envy you.” And as if a strong voice from the mind of the king speaks, “Oh king this unfortunate flower didn't fall of herself, the wind made her to.” The king replies, “I the wind did nothing, the stem of the flower had broken.” (i.e. her son her only support was taken away from her.).
The king’s days got numbered. A community planned to wage a war with the valley, the king had to step onto this war. After much effort and wise tactics, he won. The troop jumped of joy and musical instruments were played as they walked towards the valley. Look at the fate, the king got tired and on the way back, he decided to rest a bit by leaning on a banyan tree on the banks of a river. At that point of time, with a great roar a lightning struck the king. The king died at that very moment with a flame emanating from him, not of the lightning, but of guilt and pain he bore in his heart. The banyan too, got ravaged by providing a temporary shelter to the king, but it healed and grew as it grows till today in the banks of a river and was named Ho-gai-bi, meaning ravaged. Isn’t it amazing and queer at the same time, a tree of the divine that serves as a piece of moral. Isn’t the artwork of the divine beautiful, his words written by an inkless pen on a pageless paper.
It is the end of the story and a lot has happened, somethings are just so irrelevant one may think, but everything has it’s own place.
- The foremost moral is that we should never forget a promise. The prince met his end in grief and guilt for a vow, equal to God, which he couldn’t keep up. Nowadays we take promises very lightly, but it could mean something very great for another person.
- The second moral regards the point where all of this started, the great flow of youthful zeal that could lead to bad things. It teaches us to divert away our feelings till a time when we get eligible. A certain sense of responsibility must be firstly developed before any work.
- We need to look into the past and take points of what is good and what is bad. Most of the times we forget them and leave, but if we want to walk a path, various references must be developed telling us to not walk in a different direction or ones telling us to walk in this path.
Many more points are there, of a hard-working, unfortunate mother and of symbolic references, but for the rest I leave it to my audience to decide what points they better take or throw away. If more people decide to read this writer and other writers from this place I think they will benefit an immense knowledge of metaphors, language and literature. And I once said in another article, I was ambivalent to tell this story and the reason is… 🤫🤫 the prince and princess happen to be my great grandparents from 10 generations before me. (Whispers, *yes I belong to a branch of the royal family hear*.) See ya’ll after sometime byeeee.
