Jain Legend Vol 1

SR No.: 007594
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Hastimal Maharaj, Shuganchand Jain, P S Surana
Publisher: Hastimal Maharaj Shugan C Jain P S Surana
Publication Year: 2011
Total Pages: 367
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 2 MB

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to the garden who made me memorise them by rote." On gaining consciousness, Brahmadatta happily gave the gardener his crown and all other ornaments as gift and with all his kith and kin went to see the monk in the garden. The moment he saw Citta monk, Brahmadatta laid his head bedecked in gems and crowns at the feet of the monk and remembering the past love, started crying inconsolably. Barring the monk, everyone's eyes were filled with tears. Surprised, queen Pu pavat asked, “My dear one! In spite of being a cakravart emperor today you cry inconsolably like an ordinary man, what is the reason?” Brahmadatta controlling himself said, “O queen! This monk is my own brother.” The queen asked
e same manner. "How is that, oh king?” Brahmadatta said, "This you hear from the mouth of the great monk.”
Upon the request of the queens the monk Citta started narrating, "Every living being in this world has been wandering, since eternal time in the cycle of birth, disease and death, taking various forms. Every person has been tied up umpteen times in the relationships of mother, father, brother-sister, husband-wife, etc. Even the two of us have been siblings in our last five births. In our first birth we were born to a maid, Jasamat , of Brahmin mờily yana in the r daha village. That Brahmin used to make us work the whole day tirelessly. Once during winter months we were working in the agricultural field when suddenly clouds formed and it began to pour. Shivering, we both sat under the shade of a banyan tree at the corner of the field. It just wouldn't stop raining and there was water all over. In order to sleep in the night both of us were trying to adjust in the cavity of the tree trunk when a poisonous snake bit us and both of us died at once. After that we were both born to a deer as twindeer on the K limjara Mountain. When we became young once we went playfully towards the banks of the Vegavat River to quench our thirst, when a hunter shot his arrow at us. We struggled for some time and then merged with the elements. After that, we were born as swans together to a swan on a lake by the side of the Mayamga River. Playing in the lake we attained youth. One day a bird-hunter caught us in his net and breaking our necks, finished our lives.”
"After the swan's womb we were born as twins to Ahinak , the wife of a prosperous butcher named Bh tad na. My name was Citra and he was named Sambh ta. When we were eight years old, at that time the king of K for some reason ordered death sentence to his priest Nam c and
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