Pingla, Pingla, What Have You Done That…?

Pingla, Pingla, What, what have you done so that the king has turned into a renouncer Leaving the reign of royalty, The palace and the assets, Turned he into a wandering saint, Singing the song on a makeshift instrument? What, what did you do, queen that broke it the heart of Bhartrihari And turned he into a renouncer, Laving the kingdom and the palace, The courtiers and the robes, Say you, say you, Keep not mum? The hearsay says it that the prostitute got an immortal golden fruit And she gave it to him As for making his elixir of life lengthened As for the good citizen’s duty And he in return gave it to his beloved queen As for perennial beauty’s sake And thereafter she gave it to the courtier stealthily, Perhaps the horse-keeper Who but returned it to his master. And on finding the golden, immortal fruit from the courtier, He took the decision, Changing the course of life, Breaking the bindings of maya-moha And without saying it to, He came out of the palace And turned into a renouncer Singing the songs of the renouncing Of the world of maya-moha And its realization. It is said that the king in the attire of a changed dress Would have come to take the alms from, Even a handful of rice foodgrains From Pingla As for his deliverance, Dismissive of maya-moha, Without introducing himself The bairagi, the renouncer, The house-abandoner. Just for infidelity, infidelity’s sake, Marking the change in heart and loyalty, King Bhartrihari, Turned into a renouncer Leaving his palace and court Just for your infidelity, For being untruthful to love And went about wandering place to place In search of deliverance.