Jain Journal 1977 07

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

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JAIN JOURNAL
Krsna cried, "Philosophy Under the wedding canopy? Drums, curse ye! On to the bride Before the bridegroom shames Yadava pride!” Aristanemi said, “Is a prideful life for me As living beings groan in misery? ... Echoes Would corrode my ruby cup of tomorrows. We move by our own karmas, the old pilgrims say, Yet how do we sever our yesterday? ... Riddle dim For the caste of unadorned pilgrim, Unadorned in the in-knowing That blessed be nothing.” O stout-hearted, he threw his jewels to the dust, Sense objects already were a heap of disgust, Then mid Yadava fiery misgivings, He renounced the burden of worldly things And he vowed for his living goal Reunion with his blissful soul. At that auspicious moment fell divine flowers In a perfume of Jasmine showers, And in all three worlds, peace fell to all living beings, O, blissful peace mid sufferings. Celestials now bore the pilgrim To Mt. Girnar's granite rim Where mid celestial kettledrums of fanfare, In five handfuls, he tore out his hair. Krsna subdued, gave praise with his retinue Then all observers, back-stepping, withdrew. Solitude ... yet the pilgrim was not alone, His companion was his soul, his in-dwelling own, And the pilgrim's symbol Was his hollow palm for a begging bowl. For years he wandered, to mind and body indifferent In search for non-attachment. Yet, on all suffering He laid his tender blessing, Omen of his mission to come When he would be guidepost to spiritual freedom.