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The fifty-seventh chapter, a chapter full of sorrow, is a chapter of deceit, a chapter of violence, a chapter of dharma, a chapter of sorrow, a chapter of kingdom, a chapter of sorrow. The minister is the lowest. || 223 || Therefore, Vijayadevi, mounting the Garuda vehicle, her body burning with the fire of sorrow, weeping, protected by the Yakshis. || 224 || With her face covered in blood, her throat pierced by arrows, her body trembling with pain, her face contorted, she went to the cremation ground, where thieves were making various sounds, and Dakinis were dragging half-burnt corpses from the fire and eating them in pieces with sharp knives. The cremation ground was filled with Dakinis on all sides. || 225-227 || In that cremation ground, the Yakshi protected her all night, so that she did not suffer even a little. Just as the sky receives the moon, so did the queen receive a beautiful son that very night. || 228 || At that time, Vijayadevi did not have even a little celebration of the birth of her son, but instead, sorrow increased due to the adversity of fate. The Yakshi quickly placed jeweled lamps all around and, seeing the queen, who was like a cloth scorched by fire, gave her the following advice. She said, "In this world, all places are filled with sorrow, the beauty of youth is perishable, the gathering of brothers and sisters is destined to be destroyed, life is as fickle as a lamp, this body is filled with all kinds of impurities, therefore, it is to be rejected by the wise, it is to be abandoned. This kingdom, which is worshipped by the whole world, is like the flash of lightning. All beings find joy in the permutations of all things, but those permutations are sure to be destroyed, therefore, the joy that is found in them is ultimately painful. Even in the presence of an undesirable object, there is no joy, and even in the presence of a desirable object, there is no claim to it, and when there is joy in oneself, there is a loss of the three: the object, the desirability, and the claim. Those whose knowledge sees all things at once, without any order, have not seen that any object is permanent. If there is love for existing and future things, then it is good, but who is the wise person who also loves things that have been destroyed? || 236 ||
Thus, reflecting on the nature of the world, Vijayadevi, my dear, do not be attached to the past, and do not waste your love on things that are gone. || 237 ||