Vajjalaggam

SR No.: 020873
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: M V Patwardhan
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society
Publication Year: 1969
Total Pages: 706
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 11 MB

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VAJJĀLAGGAM
( 199*2
surging up because of (the sudden immersion of) the (swelling): breasts and bosoms of the divine ladies (bathing in the Narmada's waters).
199*2) It is the Narmada (alone), if at all, that endures the (manifestations of the) intoxicated condition of adult, lordly elephants, namely, the digging up of her banks with their tusks, the immersion of the entire bodies and the torture (turbulence) caused by the (violent) movements of the trunks (plunged in the water).
199*3) Oh foolish one, your self, that was worthy of being looked at (with admiration) by all people, has been today reduced by you to a low (abject) position, when you ran away in fear of the lion.
199+4) The tongue in your mouth is not straight (or normal) (but retro-verted), your trunk is huge (or fat; read it instead of alat) and your glance looks wild (frightful) because of intoxication. Oh lordly (mighty) elephant, you who are proud because of the sharp points of the your tusks (or, because of the jewelled tips of your tusks), (it is precisely because of these faults that) you are not fit to be resorted to (or visited).
199*5) Oh elephant, when you gave out a shriek of distress on beholding the mighty linn and also gave up your proud, defiant spirit, you reduced even your (mighty) self to a very low (abject) position.
22. The Section on the Hunter of Wild Game
214*1) Alas! (My Son) is sleeping with his mass of hair mingled ( ? a) with the dishevelled (3 =39)* (or luxuriant) tresses (of his wife). Oh trader, go somewhere else. Whence (how) can there be any pearls with us ?
214*2) The wife of the hunter, while returning from her father's house interred the death of her husband from the branches of the karanja trees, soiled with the dark colour of the elephant's rut transferred to them during the rubbing of the cheeks (temples) (against the branches). * The sense of het is obscure. Read Profane [Forest + faqe = gas)].