Jain Journal 1980 01

SR No.: 520057
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jain Bhawan Publication
Publisher: Jain Bhawan Publication
Publication Year: 1980
Total Pages: 37
Language: English
Classification: Magazine, India_Jain Journal, & India
File Size: 2 MB

Page 23

JANUARY, 1980
95
But Mahasataka was still as before without any movement.
Cutting asunder the stillness of the night by her loud laugh Revati asked, 'Do you recognise me, my Lord ?
Her maid had lit the lamp full of scented oil. The light was radiating. In that light her long shadow was falling on the body of Mahasataka. But no reply came.
With still louder laugh Revati broke to pieces the natural peace and silence. She said, 'My love, look at me for once by opening your eyes. I am your married wife. If you look at me you will not fall from your virtue.'
Still Mahasataka remained silent.
By gracefully raising up her arms she loosened the coil of her hair studded with gems, removed the flimsy scarf that endeavoured to cover her breasts, pearls of the necklace began to fall in a stream
Coming still nearer to Mahasataka she said, 'My love, look at me but once. Seeing this woman are you not feeling any temptation ?
Mahasataka gave no reply.
Revati was dying within herself. Couldn't the beauty of a woman's form attract a man ?
The wistful look of her tearful eyes suddenly flared up like the flash of lightning. Laughing disdainfully she said, 'If you are not tempted, it matters little. Merchant Supriya is tempted. If you are refusing, then I will go to his pleasure garden. He will take me on his broad chest. These clothes and ornaments are his presents. I will take refuge today in the gem-studded bed of generous Supriya.
Eyes of Mahasataka opened automatically. He gazed at the face of Revati. Boisterous and loudly laughing Revati suddenly fell at the feet of Mahasataka like a torn creeper. She said, 'My love, make me yours but for once, for a moment only. I am only yours. Whatever I have spoken now is not true. Look, look at my face but once.'
Mahasataka raised his eyes, but in his eyes there was no love, no hatred, no consolation, no rage. That look was without desire and attachment. He said, 'Go to your chamber, Revati.'