In the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, there is a beautiful description of Kṛṣṇa’s birth. In anticipation of the arrival of that supreme Nārāyaṇa, every single element of nature starts to rejoice and it is as if every being has paused for a moment – a picture as captivating as the form of Kṛṣṇa himself. What follows below is a paraphrased version of how I imagine the scene to have played out…
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The star Rohini was in the ascendant with all the other planets and stars aligned in beneficent positions. Peaceful silence reigned across the quarters of the eternal universe, the stars seemed to shine brighter and sparkle like diamonds in the sky and the rivers seemed to have slowed down and become even more graceful in their meandering path to the ocean. Ponds and water-bodies were full of brilliant lotuses with their succulent and soft petals in full bloom. The woodlands and forests resonated with the chirping of the birds and the buzzing of the bees – they seemed to be talking to one another and saying “He is coming…” The wind that blew that night turned into a gentle breeze that went to each flower, picked up its scent and dispersed that fragrance across the world. Yogis sitting in meditation, saw a great peace descend into them and a smile involuntarily caressed their face as they knew deep within, in the heart of their hearts that, he who lived within their heart-caves was descending to earth. Divine and spontaneous music and the Nāda of Pranava filled the air. Kinnaras, Gandharvas, Apsaras, Siddhas, men and women started to sing and hum, dance and whirl, caught-up in the fervor of the moment. The Devās stood in readiness, their palms overflowing with beautiful flowers of various hues and the Ṛṣis nodded knowingly – for they knew that the Pūrṇāvatāra was coming to fulfill his promise:
यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत |
अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम् ||4-7||
yadā yadā hi dharmasya glānir bhavati bhārata
abhyutthānam adharmasya tadātmānaṁ sṛijāmyaham
परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृताम् |
धर्मसंस्थापनार्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे ||4-8||
paritrāṇāya sādhūnāṁ vināśhāya cha duṣhkṛitām
dharma-sansthāpanārthāya sambhavāmi yuge yuge
And in the middle of the night, when darkness reigned across the world, was born that Pūrṇāṃsa of Viṣṇu – lotus-eyed and with all the signs of Viṣṇu – the conch and the Gada and the mark of Srivatsa, the brilliantly lustrous Kaustubha already shining on his dark chest piercing the darkness of that night and across that beautiful form was the streak of Pītāmbara, curly locks like a rain-filled cloud with dainty tendrils playing on his forehead, the kundala dangling in his ears – here was Hari come to redeem the world…