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by separation from them, the vasant! cried out, as it were, by bees humming low One maiden, when she had gathered jasmine, stopped as she was going away, because her dress clung to it, as if restrained by the jasmine, saying, "Do not go elsewhere." As one was gathering campaka, she was stung on the petal-lip by a young bee flying up as if from anger at the breaking up of his shelter One, with her creeper-arm raised, gathered flowers very high together with the minds of young men who saw the hollow of her arm Creepers looked like living gatherers of flowers, with hands that were masters of clusters of fresh flowers The trees looked as if they bore women as fruit, with women clinging to each branch from the desire to gather flowers
One man made a body-ornament for his sweet-heart from jasmine flowers that he himself had gathered, which resembled a wreath of pearls One filled his sweetheart's coil of hair with full-blown flowers with his own hand, like a quiver of the God of Love One satisfied his beloved by giving a wreath, resembling the rainbow, woven by himself from fivecoloured flowers One gracefully caught in his hands a ball of flowers thrown by his sweet-heart, hke a servant a gratuity Gazelle-eyed maidens going to and fro from the motion of the swings kicked the treetops as if they were guilty husbands One bride, seated in a swing, endured blows from creepers from her women friends who asked her husband's name, her mouth sealed from modesty One man who was seated with a timid-eyed maiden opposite, swung the swing very hard from the desire for a close embrace with her Young men engaged in the sport of swinging the swings on every branch looked like monkeys on the garden-trees
While the citizens were playing there in this way, the Master thought, "Is there such sport anywhere else "" Then by clairvoyant knowledge the Master knew the very highest pleasure of heaven and that pleasure of Anuttara heaven formerly enjoyed by himself His bonds of delusion dropping away, again he reflected thus "Alas these people, overcome by sense-objects, do not know their own good Ah! in this well of samsāra, jivas from their karma perform actions that are nothing more than coming and going like a jar on a water-wheel Alas! alas for creatures whose minds are blinded by delusion this birth always passes in vain like the night for those asleep Love, hate and delusion cut down peoples' dharma at the root, even though it is shooting up, like rats a tree Ah anger is made to grow by the foolish like a banyan-tree which will entirely consume even its own cultivator Men mounted on conceit consider nothing, like elephant-drivers mounted on elephants crossing a boundary Evil-hearted creatures do not abandon deceit which
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| SR No. | 520010 |
| Book Title | Jain Journal 1968 04 |
| Original Sutra Author | N/A |
| Author | Jain Bhawan Publication |
| Publisher | Jain Bhawan Publication |
| Publication Year | 1968 |
| Total Pages | 175 |
| Language | English |
| Classification | Magazine, India_Jain Journal, & India |
| File Size | 6 MB |