Trishasti Shalaka Purusa Caritra Part 4

SR No.: 001004
Original Sutra Author: Hemchandracharya
Author: Helen M Johnson
Publisher: Oriental Research Institute Vadodra
Publication Year: 1954
Total Pages: 449
Language: English
Classification: Book_English, Mythology, & Story
File Size: 9 MB

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CHAPTER TWO
Vīrabhadra married my daughter Priyadarśanā accompanied by blessings and auspicious songs of high-born women. He stayed for a few days and then went to his own city with his wife. For wise persons do not stay long in the house of their parents-in-law.
One day I heard that Vīrabhadra had deserted my daughter in the last watch of the night, while she was asleep, and had gone somewhere alone. A certain dwarf brougbt me the news just now, but he did not explain clearly. Explain it to me clearly, Lord.”
Thus informed by Sāgaradatta, the blessed Kumbha, the chief ganadhara, an ocean of compassion, said: :
“Your son-in-law thought during the night : 'I am versed in the arts and many charms have been acquired. The uses of divine pills are known, the source of astonishment, and much skill in all the crafts has been gained. All this is without result from lack of any demonstration at all, since I am restrained here by embarrassment in the presence of my elders. Alas! I am a contemptible man, like a frog in a well, if I remain. I will go to other places and show my own merits. With these reflections he got up, but again he thought, 'If my wife is pretending sleep, that would be an obstacle to my going.' Then he aroused his wife for sport, and she said, 'I have a headache. Why do you disturb me, husband ?' He asked, "Whose fault is it that you have a headache?' She said, 'Your fault.' 'Why?' he asked, and she replied, “Because of this clever talk of yours at this time.' He said, 'Do not be angry with me, dear. I will not do such a thing again.'
Talking to her this way with a purpose, he made love to her ardently and she went to sleep, fatigued by love, not knowing his deceitful speech. Thinking, "She is really asleep,' he left her and, his garments girded firmly, Virabhadra left his own house, like a hero. By means of a pill he made himself dark-complexioned. For the form becomes different from a change in color, like poetry from