Yayati 6 - Yadu

(44) When I look back from here I realise, I have erred. Not in refusing the throne; But declining to relinquish My youth for my father. The scriptures had taught me Otherwise! (45) The throne was never mine. I was old enough to decipher The murmurs that lingered in The corridors of the palace Linking my name with that of Kacha, the son of Brihaspati. I am sure father knew the fact But was gracious enough, not to mention even to mother. He loved Me more than even his sons. Whatever I have is his; nothing Mine. His was everything. (46) And Puru gave up everything In return for nothing; Proved the legitimate son. Exchanged his youth for the wrinkles father bore. And refused the throne. This moment he was young Just turning fourteen The next, old as the skies Almost unable to stand erect. Father nearly fell on his feet To make him accept the empire. And without hesitation, He shared it with me. So I became king too. (47) Prophets said 'you would The favour to Puru return Generations later, when A noble descendant of yours Will save from disaster His progeny, the Puruvamsham.' I wish it comes true, so I can pay back at least A fraction of my debt Not just to Puru, but father too.