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THE JAINA GAZETTE
Since its birth in 1915 this institution has been propagating Jainism by publishing a sufficiently large number of tracts on various topics of Jainism in Hindi, Urdu and English. It bas, to the best of its resources, been serving the community so far that even the Government has recognized it as "The Chief Jain Literary Agency." in its last census report.
As Mr. Jaini was one of the Founders of this Institution and as he has been helping it with both pen and penny we are ready to undertake the duty upon ourselves for publishing leatlets and pamphlets in the name of Mr. Jaini as mentioned in item No. 5 of the Jain Gazette on the contribution of Rs. 300 a year or the like.
In the end we hope that the members of the trust will be generous enough not to overlook the claims of this Institution.
The Nightingale and the Rose. The legend of the nightingale and the rose come from Persia, the land of roses, whence the lovely flowers are supposed to have spread all over the world.
Once upon a time, it is said, a great company of birds flew to the palace of the Shah of Persia and demanded an audience. The Shah was amazed, but be ordered the doors and windows to be opened for their admission. In flocked all the birds and settled themselves in a great ring round the throne.
“Your Majesty," said the dove, " we cannot sleep because of the song of the Nightingale. Night after night his plaintive voice keeps us awake and we can do nothing to prevent him from singing."
"I see he is not here to defend himself," said the Shah. "Send for him immediately."
The little brown bird was brought in, and he looked very frightened when the Shah asked him sternly why he sang at night.
Then from the Nightingale's small throat came a rush of the sweetest notes the Shah had ever heard, and the bird confessed his secret.
He told them that he loved the rose so dearly that he could not bear to see it plucked. Night after night he mourned the blossoms which had been gathered, and where the rose went, he followed.
"All over the world the Nightingale is singing to his beloved, the rose," finished the little brown bird.
All the birds went away without saying another word !
Shree Sudharmaswami Gyanbhandar-Umara, Surat
www.umaragyanbhandar.com
