Vajjalaggam

SR No.: 001383
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jayvallabh
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society Ahmedabad
Publication Year: 1969
Total Pages: 708
Language: Prakrit, Sanskrit, English
Classification: Book_Devnagari & Literature
File Size: 13 MB

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47. CHECKING OF THE HEART
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47. The Section on Checking (Curbing) of the Heart
450) Let the heart languish away, let the eyes burst (with the tension of suppressed feelings), let even death occur today and let the fire of passion rage furiously; but, oh heart, do not forsake (give up or forget) your sense of wounded pride.
451) Oh my heart, you have lost all your fortitude and have discarded all thoughts of your greatness; you will be shattered to pieces (you will burst). You have fixed your affection on one, who, even if approached, will have no regard for you (will remain indifferent to you).
452) Oh my heart, why do you pine with the hope (desire) of the much-esteemed union with that person, who is so difficult to obtain ? How possibly can there be any happiness in pursuing a matter, which defies all means of realising it?
453) Oh my heart, you who are running (here and there) according to your own sweet will, seeking to obtain a person so difficult to secure, you will be easily preyed upon (by some one) (i. e. you will come to grief), just as a bird flying about in the -sky (according to its own sweet will) is easily preyed upon(devour. ed) by some (stronger bird).
454)If you are being burnt, all right, be you burnt (oh heart); if you are seething (with torment), all right, seethe, if you are bursting, all right, do burst; so that never again, will you 'harbour thoughts of one who is attached to some one else!
48. The Section on the Virtuous House-wife 455) She eats what has been left over after other people in the house have eaten; she retires to sleep after all the servants have fallen asleep and she wakes up before any one else (in the house). She is the presiding goddess of the house-hold and not merely a house-wife.
456) Even negligible odds and ends of food-grains are somehow made to go such a long way in the house by the virtuous house-wife, that even the relatives are not able to know the bottom (the infinite depth) (of her resourcefulness) as in the case of the ocean.