Bending low down, he then lifted the head of his father in his lap and said, "O father, what should I do to pacify you? On one side there is that noble Ram and here I am so unlucky and useless to become the king at the cost of my father and brother. Why have I lived to see this unfortunate day! Please tell me father what is your command for me."
Dasharath dies separated from son Ram.
Thus full of remorse Bharat did not know exactly as to what he should do. In a weak voice then, Dasharath said, "O my son, my end is near, I cannot live where Ram is not. The life force here draws its sustenance from Ram alone. But my request to you is to go and fetch Ram-Laxman-Sita from wherever they may be. After my departure from this earthly bond, I do not want the people of Ayodhya and all of you to suffer the agony of separation from Ram."
All eyes were wet. Bharat vowed to seek the forest-dwelling of Ram and to bring him back and offer him his legitimate right to throne. On hearing these words, the heart of Dasharath was pacified to some extent, and he breathed his last with repetition of 'Hey Ram, Hey Ram, Hey Ram.
Rishis praise Ram
Soon the trio reached the holy Ashram of the sage Bharadwaj. The sadhu received them with dignity and poise. The sage was already aware of the true nature of Ram and his mission:
"Whenever there is threat to righteousness, whenever vices prevail, whenever the saints and sadhus (spiritual aspirants) are threatened with unrighteousness, Brahman, with the help of His Maya-Shakti (Power) incarnates as Ram (or Krishna, etc.) on the earth."Why?
"To show the right path to the devotees and to remove the obstacles in their way by subduing the wicked."
After accepting the hospitality of tribal -low caste- people and thereby establishing a new and revolutionary precedence, Ram-Laxman-Sita proceeded ahead. They reached the bank of mighty and holy river Ganges.
The boatman (called Kewat in Hindi), washed the holy feet of the trio and made arrangements for taking them to the other shore. When Ram offers him the fare, the devotee (Kewat), eyes full of tears, describes the glory of Lord in a touching song. Says he,
"Sri Ram, the Almighty Redeemer, who ferries millions of souls across this ocean of worldliness, seeks himself to be ferried across the river today! Lord seeks help from his Bhakta! I must have done some good work in my past birth to get this opportunity to serve Ram. O Compassionate One, to deem my fare, I will wait for fourteen years on this bank of river till your return."
Seeking tearful leave from the boatman, Ram and company reached the holiest confluence of three rivers in India - Triveni Sangam of the rivers Ganga-Yamuna-Saraswati at Prayag, North India. The confluence of Bhakti -devotion, Jnana -knowledge, and Karma -action.
