Jain Journal 1973 04

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

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APRIL, 1973
"You did enjoy by your nostrils, sundry flavours for years long, "Of incenses, pastes and powders, of wreaths and fragrant things. 178 "You did enjoy scenes of dances, organised by damsels fine, "Full of effect and feeling, followed by diverse instruments divine. 179 "You did fill thy ears with tunes, classical as well as local, "With the seven suras, emanating from living, non-living, mixed. 180 "For long, long years, did ye fill with pride thy mind saying,""Products. that fill the finest fields, in three regions, are mine!' 181 "Thus enjoyed ye all objects, but never had ye a satiation, "Entered ye into the hell, devoid of five vows and vision. 182 "There in the dreadful water of the infernal river Vaitarini, "Were ye made to take bath, and thrust by the infernal beings. 183 "Some times they made ye run, with body burnt and receiving wounds, "On mountains that lashed out burning lavas all around. 184 "Sometimes rolled ye on burning sands, roasting thy eight limbs, "Sometimes, hurled in burning pyre, with 'body turned into ashes, 185 "Sometimes with hammer, heavy and hot, did they powder thee, And made ye roam in forest, with sword-like leaves on trees. 186 "Thou wast tortured in the hell by many a bird and wild beast, "By dogs like death, by cutting words and mutual fight. 187 "Infernals with wicked motives tied thee with sundry knots, "And made ye suffer a lot, by cutting ears, lips and nose. 188 "Sometimes these infernals sinful placed thee on spears sharp, "Thus, utterly helpless, suffered ye thither for long years. 189 "In vain did ye lament, bewail and cry for refuge,
"Pitiably fill all directions, but none came to succour thee. 190 "Having exhausted thy life thither, came ye to be king of beasts, "Exposing thy self to hunger and thirst, rain, fall and heat. 191 "There too ye killed animals, filled thy belly with their meat, "For thy cruel deeds, acquired ye sin, to go to first hell. 192 "Ye came out from thither, to be a lion here again, "Still indulgeth ye in cruelty, acquiring a great sin. 193 "How mighty is thy ignorance, under whose impact great, "Sinner, knoweth not ye the truths"-on hearing which 194 Recovered he the memory of previous birth, his body shaked Out of fear of worldly life, his eyes shed tears in torrents. 195
For long, his eyes shed streams of tears, as if from his heart, Falsehood was washed out, by the awakening of equanimity. 196 For one whose memory is revived of his previous birth, Sorrow is unique arising from penitence, shared by none. 197 Beheld the monk, the lion tranquilised in his heart, With gaze fixed on him, words of counsel would he take, 198
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