Jain Journal 1968 04

Author(s): Jain Bhawan Publication
Publisher: Jain Bhawan Publication

Page 91

EXCERPTS FROM TRISASTISALAKAPURUSACARITA
HELEN M
JOHNSON
One day, when Spring, the abode of love, had come, the Lord went to a garden to please his retinue There in a bower of flowers, the Master of the World, adorned with ornaments of flowers, sat like Spring personified The Laksmi of Spring, as it were, gave welcome to the Lord of the World by humming bees intoxicated by the Juice of blossoming mango trees An overture, as it were, being performed by cuckoos singing the fifth note, the wind from Malaya, the leader of the dance, showed the dance of the creepers Gazelle-eyed maidens gave embraces, kicks, and nectar from their lips to the henā plant, abokas and bakula, as if to lovers A bee, delighted with strong fragrances, like a tlaka, made the wood look like the forehead of a young man The lavalı creeper was bent with the weight of clusters of blossoms, like a slenderwaisted maiden with the very great weight of her swelling breasts
The wind from Malaya slowly, slowly embraced the mango-shoot, like a well-versed lover an innocent young girl Love, like one carrying a club, was strong enough to kill the travellers with his clubs in the form of stalks of jambu, kadamba, amra, campaka and asoka To whom did not the wind from Malaya, like water, give pleasure, made fragrant by union with fresh flowers of the trumpet-flower tree ? The mahuã, stored with sweet juices like a dish of honey, was filled with humming by the bees approaching Balls were arranged, I think, under the guise of kadamba-flowers, to make practice of ball and bow by the God of Love The väsanti-flower was made a well of juice for bee-travellers by Spring, as if devoted to establishing water-supplies for the public The sindhuvāra caused great stupor to travellers by its blossoms' wealth of perfume hard to restrain like poison in the nose The bees wander fearlessly like guards appointed over the campahas by the gardener of Spring Spring showed a wealth of fine and superfine trees and plants, like the youth of men and women
Gazelle-eyed maidens began to gather flowers there as if eager to give wealth to the great tirtha of Spring “Since we have become weapons of Smara, what need of other weapons ?"-as if with this idea, the amorous women gathered flowers Her flowers having been gathered, pained