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LIFE OF MAHAVÍRA.
CHAPTER II.
TRISALA'S DREAMS.
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IN the same night that the adorable ascetic Mahávíra was removed to the womb of Trisalá, she was lying in her splendid mansion, ornamented inside with numerous paintings, and outside with smooth white stucco, having a ceiling adorned underneath with various colours, and with clusters of darkness-dispelling pearls, and a floor perfectly smooth, and marked with lucky figures, in which were bouquets of fresh and sweet-smelling flowers of all the five different colours, along with black aloe wood, and the finest frankincense and ambergris, burning and sending up curling scented fumes, inspiring delight, and making the house emit an odour like a grove of frankincense trees; in such a splendid mansion, on a couch large enough to allow the body to be stretched at full length, with pillows at head and foot, and raised at the sides, while flat in the middle, with a footstool to mount it, soft as the sand on the banks of the Ganges, with sheets of the finest materials,
