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Chapter 10 · Verse 27
🪈 Krishna speaks
Illustration for Chapter 10, Verse 27

उच्चैःश्रवसमश्वानां विद्धि माममृतोद्भवम्। ऐरावतं गजेन्द्राणां नराणां च नराधिपम्॥

uccaiḥśravasamaśvānāṁ viddhi māmamṛtodbhavam | airāvataṁ gajendrāṇāṁ narāṇāṁ ca narādhipam ||

Word by Word 10 words
उच्चैःश्रवसम्
uccais loud, high śravas ear, fame uccaiḥśravas the loud-neighing horse

Uchchaihshravas, the divine white horse

अश्वानाम्
aśva horse

among horses

विद्धि
vid to know

know

माम्
mām me

Me

अमृतोद्भवम्
amṛta nectar, deathlessness ud up bhū to be born

born from the nectar of the churned ocean

ऐरावतम्
irā water airāvata the one risen from water

Airavata, the great white elephant

गजेन्द्राणाम्
gaja elephant indra lord, chief

among lordly elephants

नराणाम्
nara man, human

among men

ca and

and

नराधिपम्
nara man adhipa ruler, lord

the king, the ruler of men

says: "Among all horses, know Me as Uchchaihshravas, the snow-white horse that rose from the nectar when the gods churned the ocean. Among the great elephants I am Airavata, the white elephant Indra rides. And among all human beings, I am the king, the one who leads and protects his people."

कथा

What Rose from the Sea

From the puranas

Long, long ago, the gods and the demons did something they had never done before and would never do again — they worked together.

They wanted amrita, the nectar of immortality, and it lay hidden at the bottom of the great Ocean of Milk. So they made the towering Mount Mandara their churning-stick and the vast serpent Vasuki their churning-rope. The gods took hold of the serpent's tail, the demons seized its head, and they began to pull — back and forth, back and forth — turning the mountain in the sea.

The ocean churned. It foamed white, then gold, then a thousand colours. Whirlpools spun the size of cities. And slowly, one by one, wonders began to rise from the depths.

First came a moon, pale and perfect, and Shiva caught it in his hair.

Then, in a great surge of spray, up rose a horse — but no ordinary horse. It was whiter than any cloud, whiter than the snows of Meru, with a mane like streaming silver and eyes like dark stars. It threw back its head and neighed, and the sound rolled across the heavens. They named it Uchchaihshravas, "the loud-neighing one," and the gods agreed there had never been, and would never be, a finer horse in all the worlds.

The churning went on, and the sea heaved again, and now up rose an elephant — immense, gleaming white, with four great tusks and ears like sails. This was Airavata, and Indra, king of the gods, claimed him as his own mount, the grandest elephant ever to walk through cloud or sky.

At last came the nectar itself, in a shining cup, and with it the goddess Lakshmi on her lotus, and the great work was done.

Ages afterward, on a chariot at , would tell of his glories. "Among horses," he said, "know me as Uchchaihshravas, born of the nectar. Among great elephants, Airavata. And among all human beings — the king, who carries his people the way these noble creatures carry the gods."

For the finest of every kind, was teaching, is a window. The nectar-born horse, the cloud-white elephant, the just and noble king — look closely at the best of anything, and you are looking at a spark of the One who is best of all.

चिन्तनम्

If you could meet any one amazing creature — real or from a story — which would you choose, and what makes it so wonderful to you?