Adi Purana

SR No.: 002738
Original Sutra Author: Pushpadant
Publisher: Jain Vidyasansthan Rajasthan
Publication Year: 2004
Total Pages: 712
Language: Hindi
Classification: Book_Devnagari & Literature
File Size: 147 MB

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कायतविख्यमंदातवसरहामममियामहाकवासिरिमझमवसरणेनामतेवासमोपरिटी समतोरीबा२शाना
हिमगिरिशिखरनिकरपरिपीडिमधवलिता गगन मंडल घुलकमि
नातनोतिकतकतरुवातक्रसमसंकटोचि कसितपूणिकणासा
सरसरितामणिहविगतमधःक्षित रिदमतिर चित्रकारिलरवेशाजग
तस्तावकाशकवक सदण्णणिय परियण्णमईलोद
यंडिताराणीश्री
युसुगद ससूणिरालयह
मतीपासिवाइप माउलट
हकीवालिक अज्ञानप्रावसझना
मकरहिव यांकमलुङदीगडे - जायन्सविहाण प्रायहायज्ञवालपाडणयही अजुका रमिकरणिजसविणयहो सोगकिलेसर्यकपकालाहि त्रा जतिडणाडणिहालहिं पायामाणणिजतमाणमिल र अंडनहागपिधहआणमिजामिसणेविगतमरवजावदि पाडियसवणपराश्यतावहिं मणिहिवि
सन्धि २४ पुत्र और परिजनों के साथ वह मुझे लोचन-सुख देगा। हे पुत्री ! सुनो, राजा जो तुम्हारा मामा है, (वह) आज आयेगा।
तुम अपना मुखकमल मलिन मत करो। हे पुत्री, आज सुन्दर सवेरा हुआ है। आज मैं आये हुए विनयशील अतिथि वज्रबाहु के लिए करणीय करूँगा। तुम शोक के क्लेशरूपी पंक को धो डालो। हे पुत्री, तुम आज अपने पति को देखो। वे माननीय आये हैं, मैं उन्हें मानता हूँ और शीघ्र आधे मार्ग तक जाकर उन्हें घर लाता हूँ। मैं जाता हूँ, यह कहकर जैसे ही राजा गया वैसे ही पण्डिता भवन पर पहुँची। उसने मुनियों को भी

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The sky, adorned with the white brilliance of the Himalayan peaks, is dissolving into a hazy mist. The trees, laden with the weight of countless calamities, stand firm, their roots deeply embedded in the earth. The rivers, like strings of precious jewels, flow gracefully, their waters reflecting the vibrant hues of the world.

The stars, like celestial lamps, illuminate the night sky. The moon, a radiant orb, casts its gentle glow upon the earth.

The wise ones, with their profound knowledge, have arrived. They are the embodiment of compassion and wisdom. They have come to guide us on the path of righteousness.

The king, accompanied by his 24 sons and their families, will bring joy to our eyes. My daughter, listen! Your maternal uncle, the king, will arrive today. Do not let your face be clouded with sorrow. My daughter, today is a beautiful dawn. Today, I will do what is necessary for the humble guest, Vajrabahu, who has arrived. Wash away the mud of sorrow that clings to your heart. My daughter, today you will see your husband. He is honorable, and I will honor him. I will go halfway to meet him and bring him home.

With these words, the king departed. The learned woman, the Pandita, arrived at the abode of the monks. She also...