Jain Ramayana Part 1

SR No.: 002021
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Bhadraguptasuri
Publisher: Vishvakalyan Prakashan Trust Mehsana
Publication Year: 2000
Total Pages: 452
Language: English
Classification: Book_English, Mythology, & Story
File Size: 21 MB

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JAIN RAMAYAN
about here and there she found some viscous clay. She took it up with devotion. Anjana was an expert in sculpture and in the allied arts. So, she made a beautiful and symmetrical image of the Lord. Then reciting Shri Namaskar Mahamantra she enshrined the image in a proper place.
Every day Vasanta Tilaka used to bring from the lake some lotus flowers with which they worshipped the image of the Paramatma with overflowing devotion.
The wheel of time went on revolving. The child ia the womb of Anjana grew and at an auspicious time she gave birth to a male child. Vasanta Tilaka with due care attended on Anjana at that time. Anjana took the child into her lap and began to weep. Her heart was full. Looking at the beautiful and radiant face of her son she wept bitterly.
"My dear child ! How can I celebrate your birth in this forest area ? How can I organize celebrations and jubilations with music and songs ? I am an unfortunate woman." Vasanta Tilaka bowed her head in sorrow. The tears began to trickle from her eyes. She thought: "If this child was born in the palace sweets would have been distributed throughout the kingdom. Everywhere in the kingdom auspicious songs would have been sung to celebrate his birth. Musical concerts and the singing of devotional hymns would have been organized. Yes the whole kingdom would have swayed in the swing of joy and jubilation and Anjana's joy would have been boundless but she is in adversity. The soul whose future is resplendent and great and who is to attain salvation in this life had to be born in this desolate forest area.”
Anjana sat at the door of the cave with her child in her lap. Even now she had not stopped weeping. Her mind and heart had become black and her eyes had become swollen with continuous weeping. Hearing her cries of anguish even the birds and animals of the forest gathered there and began to look on as if in deep sorrow. It was as if they were overwhelmed with sorrow at the sight of Anjana's anguish.