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In the Padma Purana,
The king, having become a Shraman, was cast down from the position of a deity. He was born as Bhagiratha, and the villagers became the sons of Sagara. ||292||
By slandering the Sangha, one meets death in every birth. Therefore, that entire village was destroyed at once, while you, by praising the Sangha, have become prosperous and long-lived. ||293||
Having heard this account of his past life from the Lord, Bhagiratha became calm and, becoming the chief of the sages, attained a position suitable for penance. ||294||
Gautama Swami says to King Shrenik, "O King! Having obtained the opportunity, I have told you this story of Sagara. Now, I will tell you the present story, so listen." ||295||
There was a great Rakshasa named Maharaksha, who ruled Lanka without any obstacles. He was endowed with great knowledge and power. One day, he went to a pleasure garden with his wives, adorned with lotus-covered ponds, a play-mountain towering with the brilliance of various gems, adorned with groups of trees bearing blooming flowers, filled with groups of birds flitting about with indistinct sweet sounds, surrounded by a gem-studded earth, where various kinds of radiance were blooming, and adorned with arbors of creepers with the appropriate shade of dense foliage. ||296-300||
King Maharaksha began to play in that pleasure garden with his wives. Sometimes the women would tease him with flowers, and sometimes he would tease the women with fruits. ||301||
If any woman became angry due to jealousy because of another woman going near him, he would appease her by bowing at her feet. Similarly, if he himself became angry, a woman full of playfulness would appease him. ||302||
Sometimes he would inspire a woman with his chest, which was as beautiful as the shore of Trikuta Mountain, and another woman would inspire him with the embrace of her full breasts. ||303||
Seeing the hidden bodies of the women immersed in play, he was like the king of the gods in Nandana, in the midst of the ocean of love. ||304||
The king, having become a Jain, was reduced to dust by the elephant, and all those Jains wandered in the cycle of births and deaths. ||291||
The potter's soul, having become a sage, attained the position of a deity, and from there, having been cast down, you became Bhagiratha, and all the villagers, having died, became the sons of Sagara. ||292||
By slandering the Sangha, one meets death in every birth. Therefore, that entire village was destroyed at once, while you, by praising the Sangha, have become prosperous and long-lived. ||293||
Having heard this account of his past life from the Lord, Bhagiratha became calm and, becoming the chief of the sages, attained a position suitable for penance. ||294||
Gautama Swami says to King Shrenik, "O King! Having obtained the opportunity, I have told you this story of Sagara. Now, I will tell you the present story, so listen." ||295||
There was a great Rakshasa named Maharaksha, who ruled Lanka without any obstacles. He was endowed with great knowledge and power. One day, he went to a pleasure garden with his wives, adorned with lotus-covered ponds, a play-mountain towering with the brilliance of various gems, adorned with groups of trees bearing blooming flowers, filled with groups of birds flitting about with indistinct sweet sounds, surrounded by a gem-studded earth, where various kinds of radiance were blooming, and adorned with arbors of creepers with the appropriate shade of dense foliage. ||296-300||
King Maharaksha began to play in that pleasure garden with his wives. Sometimes the women would tease him with flowers, and sometimes he would tease the women with fruits. ||301||
If any woman became angry due to jealousy because of another woman going near him, he would appease her by bowing at her feet. Similarly, if he himself became angry, a woman full of playfulness would appease him. ||302||
Sometimes he would inspire a woman with his chest, which was as beautiful as the shore of Trikuta Mountain, and another woman would inspire him with the embrace of her full breasts. ||303||
Seeing the hidden bodies of the women immersed in play, he was like the king of the gods in Nandana, in the midst of the ocean of love. ||304||