Currently available in English only, will be uploaded in spanish on 12th February 2026.
The Tale of an Era
This is a narrative written about the varied mental states of a man who is also a king. It makes use of ancient vocabulary that is rarely used in the present time; for this reason, the story may be somewhat difficult for readers to comprehend. Thank you.
Part One: Time, Lineage, and the Trial of Humanity
Section 1: Yayati — Not a King, but a Question
It was an evening of ancient times, when the shadow of the gods could be clearly seen upon the earth, and a human being, through his actions, could open the gates of either heaven or hell. In that very age, upon the sacred soil of the Lunar Dynasty, a man was born whose story did not remain merely history, but became an eternal question of human life itself. His name was Yayati.
The birth of Yayati was not ordinary. He was born into a lineage where the cool serenity of the Moon God, the wisdom of Budha, and the desire of Pururavas converged as one. His father, Nahusha—whose footsteps once echoed even in heaven—had himself become a symbol of both power and arrogance. Yayati was the son of that very Nahusha: radiant, handsome, valiant, and extraordinary.
From childhood itself, a fire burned within Yayati that is not found in ordinary men. The teachers instructed him in the Vedas, the sages taught him morality, and the masters of arms trained him in the arts of warfare; yet no one taught him how to calm the fire of desire. Yayati learned everything—except how to conquer himself.
In his youth, Yayati was counted among the most radiant kings upon the earth. In his kingdom there was neither injustice, nor hunger, nor fear. The cities were prosperous, the fields lush and green, and in the assemblies echoed the voice of righteousness. The people regarded him as godlike. Yet that same Yayati, who brought balance to the lives of others, was himself restless within.
His mind constantly desired something more—more pleasure, more indulgence, more experience. He wished to drink life in a single draught. He believed that as long as breath remained in the body, to withdraw from any pleasure was an act of cowardice. Gradually, this belief itself became his personal creed.
And it is from this very point that the story of Yayati ceases to be the tale of a king, and becomes the tragedy of the human mind.