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The 55th Chapter
This is the festival of the greatness of one's own merit. Once, hearing of the great glory of the Jina, Bhūta-hita, who resided in the beautiful garden called Manohara, [the king] went there with great pomp and, after circumambulating the Lord of beings three times, performed worship. [12-13]
Having bowed down and sat in his proper place with folded hands, he listened to the Dharma and, having gained understanding, thought thus: [14]
"This soul, contaminated by the arising of false belief from time immemorial, creates suffering for itself through itself. Like a madman, like a drunkard, like a blind man, like one possessed, it acts according to whatever is dictated by its delusion, and it has been doing so for a long time. Wandering in the forest of existence, it has fallen from the path of liberation. Therefore, fearing this, and desiring the path of liberation, he gave his wealth to his son, Dhanada, and, along with many other kings who were afraid of existence, he became a mendicant. [15-18]
Gradually, he became a transmigrator of the eleven-fold ocean, he became devoted to the contemplation of the sixteen causes of existence, and he bound the karma of the name of the Tirthankara. Finally, he took the death of meditation. [19]
By the power of the death of meditation, he became the Indra of the Prāṇa heaven. There, his lifespan was twenty oceans, his body was three and a half hands high, he had a white complexion, he breathed every ten months, he took food after twenty thousand years, he had mental contemplation, his knowledge extended to the earth like smoke, his power of action, strength, and brilliance were equal to the extent of his knowledge, and his glory was enhanced by eight excellent qualities. [20-22]
Having enjoyed great happiness there, he was about to come here. At that time, in the country of Bharata, in the island of Jambudvipa, the Kshatriya king, Suग्रीव, of the Ikshvāku lineage and the Kāśyapa gotra, ruled in the city of Kākaṇḍī. His beautiful queen was Jayarāmā. [23-24]
Having received great honor from the gods, such as a shower of precious jewels, she saw sixteen dreams on the ninth day of the dark fortnight of the month of Phālguna, in the constellation of Mūla, at dawn, when her eyes were still somewhat clouded by remaining sleep. [25-26]