Karkanda Chariu

SR No.: 034918
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Kankamar Muni
Publisher: Karanja Jain Publication
Publication Year: 1934
Total Pages: 364
Language: Sanskrit, Hindi
Classification: Book_Devnagari
File Size: 33 MB

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the Meru of yore. People offered felicitations to him whose mind was bursting with the flood of devotion. As il result of that single flower, he was born as the sou of the king of Campū in you. Who glorifies the Jina with purity; he takos the lady salvation by the palm of his hand. The excellent Jincs, the forehead-mark of the world, was worshipped with hands and feet splashed in mud. Therefore, this scab has come on to your hands and feet. I have told you this pleasant story:
6. "On king, endowe:l with numerous virtues, friend, listen now to the story of your father. Here, in the Bharata country, is the town of Srīvasti where Khecara women mostly sport for long. There was a famous, sweet-tongued merchaut by name Vagadatta. His wife was named Nāgadotto. She was an arani stick for producing the fire of ansiety. The great merchant would not leave hier side and would not sleep any where ( else ) day or niglit. The merchant adopted a son who was fondled by the tender hands of his wife. This son of the merchant, oh king, grew up and became very gentle with his virtues. One day, this Brahmana boy whose arms were long and stout like the elephant-trunk, was seen by the lotus- eyed Nāgadatti who felt attached towards him and the lovely-bodied one began to think in her mind.
7. She looked again and again at the youth as if he was visible Cupid incarnate. Like new gold in appearance, with eyes like those of a fawn, she soon became perverted in her mind. Being shot with the sharp arrow of Cupid in all her body, notbing appeared pleasant to her heart. She would shake her hands, bear horripilation, exhibit her line of hair to him, show her breasts and loosen the tie of skirt. Say what a person blinded by lore,may not do. Being overpowered by the bunch of the arrows of the flower-armed, the wayward one did not feel apprehensive of any body, not even of the elderly gentlemen whose minds were prepared for the welfare of the next world. She did not fear her son or relatives, nor fight shy of her dearest mother. Was riot that mine of all virtues, clerer-minded and modest youth addressed by her in tender terms ?
8. Hearing those words, he shut his ears with his upraised, tender hands; and broadening bis eyes and shaking his head, he, thinking her to be wicked, said " Alas, mother, oh mother! what do you say this, as if you have heen thoroughly intoxicated by wine? I am your son and you
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