“In this entire world, no one but you could hate a person who is more kind and loving than anyone else, treats no one as an enemy, is completely impartial, and is the universal soul who is the beloved self of all embodied beings!
“Good people try to discover some merit even in the flaws of others. But you are just the opposite, although you pretend to be very civilized. You search for flaws in the slightest semblances of mistakes in truly great people, and then raise a big uproar over it!
“It is not surprising that the wicked always criticize truly great people, after all they are stupid enough to accept a corpse as their true self. The beauty here is that although great people do not mind criticism, the dust of their feet annihilates the proud prosperity of the critic.
“Śiva is so flawless and pure that he purifies everyone and his guidance is failsafe. Everyone knows this! Anyone who merely puts the two syllables ‘Shi’ – ‘va’ on their tongue discovers that all flaws have instantly fled their company. But alas, somehow you, who are the exact opposite of auspicious Śiva, hate him.
“The bee-minds of great people hover around the lotuses of his feet, seeking the intoxicating nectar of spiritual bliss. As the friend of everyone, he even fulfills the hopes and dreams of common people. Yet you hate him.
“Who is this inauspicious person you claim to be Śiva? Not even Brahmā knows who you are talking about. Only you know this person with disheveled mats of hair, covered in the ashes of burnt bodies, wearing human skulls, and lingering amongst fiends. Everyone else except you knows Śiva as a great person – and they take upon their heads whatever falls from his feet.”
Dakṣa rose up furiously and shouted at his youngest daughter, “You claim that only the wicked see faults in others, yet in the same breath you criticize me, your father – the Prajāpati worshipped by everyone – in front of all these people. You are the wicked one!”
Undaunted, Satī replied loudly, “For criticizing Śiva I should cut out your tongue and cut off your head, instead I merely shout! I have not insulted you, I have insulted my husband by the meagerness of my response to your disgraceful insults! It is said, ‘Dharma dictates that when illiterate men dishonor truly great masters, one should cut out their tongue and kill them. If one is not capable of that, one should cover both ears and flee their company. If one is not capable of either, one should take one’s own life.
“Because you are my father I cannot bring myself to kill you, and neither can I ever flee from my wretched connection to you. Therefore I cannot continue to maintain my life in this body you have given me. It is said, ‘If one eats bad food, vomiting is the cure.’
“You should not have criticized Śiva so furiously and stubbornly, since you simply cannot comprehend his stature. He need not follow the rules and regulations you must follow. The ways of gods like Śiva are different from the ways of men like yourself. It is said, ‘Those great sages whose delight lies in the world within themselves do not have any interest in following the words of the Veda.’
“The Veda do not only prescribe ways to fulfill external desires; they also describe the path of renunciation. These two paths turn in opposite directions. You cannot ask a person on the path of renunciation to observe the prescriptions for the path of fulfilling desires. This is why spiritualists neglect to follow the common, materialistic portions of the Veda. And Śiva is beyond both paths because all his deeds and intentions are spiritual.
“Yes, father, my husband and I do not have the riches you do. We are avadhūta, beyond reproach, existing in internal forms. We do not care about filling our bellies with food from a big arena of sacrifice blurred with smoke-stained rituals!
“Enough! Enough! I am fed up with my wretched birth as the daughter of a lump of flesh who casts blame upon Hare, Śiva! Being related to a wicked man like you is nothing but an embarrassment for me! There is no point in being born to a man audacious enough to slander great souls.
“My husband, the Blessed Epitome of All Virtue, sometimes calles me ‘Dakṣāyaṇī.’ Oh, when he does that I become so depressed, and my happy smile instantly disappears. Now, watch with your own two eyes as your daughter gives up the corpse you have given birth to!”
Śrī Bhāgavata 4.4.11 ~ 23
Vraja Kishor dās
[one interpretation of the text towards the end of the above section is that Satī annihilated Dakṣa by doing what she did. Therefore I’ve titled the post, Satī Destroys her Father]