Jain Journal 1977 07

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

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JULY, 1977
Krsna said, “Thus what shall end my Dvaraka-city And what shall cause the calamity ?"
The Lord said, “Young princes drink a buried wine, Mid curling fumes they torment a sage by cruel design. Sage Dvaipayana, in the twelfth year, On a mystic wind shall reappear And shower revenge on the city, Fire and earthquake without pity. In the burning city, a son of Rama And my disciple, by name Kubjavaraka, Steadily holding to his pledge Shall be moved by Jrmbhaka gods' privilege To my side in Pallava country Where as monk he departs the body in serenity. Many queens, not before initiated, shall recall my name As their jeweled presences burst into flame. O, the sinking landscape, Ye, with only Balarama, shall escape.” In shaken voice Krsna said, “Death, O, the Krsna body, Rebirth, O, the sting of certainty.” The Lord said, “Ye pass southeast to join Arjuna When thy foot chances an arrow by Jarakumara. --Behold thy elder brother mortified Fleeing now to deny his fratricide. Couch of grass, robe of yellow, Death by tetanus, nor take ye sorrow, For the third rebirth in the coming age Shall carry ye on a saintly pilgrimage. By name Amana, the twelfth ye shall be In the new line of Jaina teachers, O, praiseworthy.” The Spiritual Monarch Moved out from the Dvaraka park And again all of freewill were welcome To share the experience of His spiritual wisdom. For Himself, He desired nothing that the world offered Yet He moved in compassion for all that suffered. O, the pillars of His righteous years As He bore witness for non-violence to all hearers. In voice of spiritual truth the Lord said, "Behold the religion without bloodshed: