Indian Antiquary Vol 02

SR No.: 032494
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jas Burgess
Publisher: Swati Publications
Publication Year: 1984
Total Pages: 428
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 20 MB

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NOTES AND MISCELLANEA.
NOTES AND MISCELLANEA.
ON ATTRACTION AND REPULSION, From the Methnawy of Jeltdi-al-dyn Ramy: 1st
Duftur No. I.
Because they are aggrieved at your life. They possess the electrum and reveal it, Then they entice your straw, your nature vile; But when their grand electrum they conceal Your resignation quickly turns revolt!
E, REHATEEK.
چون حکیمک اعتقادي کرده است
زمین چون زردی است کاسه آن بيض کفت سا پل چون بماند این خاکدان
محیط آسمان
این در میان
هرا
در
معلق تند پلي پر
برعلا ميرود ني بر اسفل في
گفت کز جذب مها حکیمش آن
ہوا اندر بماند
شش از جهات
قير ريختر ز مقنا طیس چون
أريختر أخي
ماند درمیان
با صفا
آسمان دکر کفت ان کی کشد در خود زمین تیره را
جهات ميكند از شش بلکہ دفعش
عاصفات در میان بماند تا
کمال اہل خاطر زدفع پس جان فرعونان بماند اندر ضلال پس زدفع این جهان و آن جهان مانده اند این بیر ہان بي این و آن سر کشی از بندگان ذوالجلال زانكر دارند از وجود ترملال
چون پیدا کنند کهربا دارند و
شیدا کننده ترا ستي کاء
چون پنهان کنند کو باي خويش
کنند طغیان ترا تسلیم زود
THE MAHA MÅGAM AT KUMBHAKONAM. The town of Kumbhakonam is the scene of one of the greatest of Hindu festivals, the Maha Md. gam,' which is celebrated once in twelve years, and to which people from all parts of India repair, to obtain remission of their sins by washing in the waters of the Ganges, which (according to Hindu legend) are brought, in some miraculous manner to the sacred tank on the south-east side of the great temple. This tank, which is known as the Mahd Magam tank, is supposed to possess miraculous virtues at this particular season, for the goddess Gangd is said to visit the tank once in twelve years to cleanse herself from the pollution contracted by her, in consequence of so many thousands of human beings bathing in her waters and leaving their sins behind them. The purifier comes here to be purified, and at the same timo to purify the multitudes of pilgrims and devotees who flock to Kumbhakonam on this auspicious occasion, that they may wash in the sacred stream and be clean. The legend given of the origin of this festival is briefly as follows:
The grandsons of a certain king of the solar race who reigned in the ancient town of Ayodhya were commanded by their grandsire to carry to the eight corners of the earth a horse which had been offered in sacrifice, according to the peculiar rites of the Hindus appointed for the Aswamedha Yajna. The object in sending round this horse was, it would seem, that all the kings of the earth might do homage to it, such homage being reckoned a token of submission to the great sovereign of the solar race who had offered it in sacrifice. During their journey the horse was ono night stolen from the princes by the god Indra, who concealed the animal in the lower world close by the spot where a Rishi was performing pen ance. After a long search the princes discovered the horse where it had been concealed, and, ima. gining that the ascetic was the person who had made away with it, they immediately attacked him, while he was still deep in his devotions. The ire of the otherwise meek Rishi was roused by this sudden and sacrilegious violence to his person, and darting fire from his eyes he consumed his enemios, reducing them to a heap of ashes. Through the intercession of the aged grandsiro, and, subne
When a small sage professed the belief That heaven is an egg and earth its yolk, An asker asked: "How does the earth abide In this great ocean of the firmament, A lamp suspended in the welkin vast? Does it ide neither down nor up at all P" The sage replied: "The attraction of the sky From all directions keeps it in the air ; As dome of loadstone molten standing fair Holds iron with itself suspended high." The man rejoining said: "Can heaven pure Attract this sinful melancholy earth P It so repels it from all sides alike To fix it amidst awful hurricanes!" Thus the aversion of the blessed saints In aberration fetters impious men In the repulsion of this world and next For either hopeful pledges they have none. You spite the servants of the Lord Most High