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come to drink it in; pray, therefore, look at me, so that I shall get a glimpse of your lotus-like face." And repeating these piteous words again and again, that wicked one, with a sinister motive, pursued them. Then that Jinaraks'ita, with his mind shaken (from the resolve) by the sound of those very trinkets, which was very agreeable and charming, and with his love for her doubled by all those sweet, straight-forward and loving entreaties, remember. ing (in his mind) the youthful vigour and beauty of that R., and the charm and grace of her beautiful bosom, hips, face, hands, legs, feet, and eyes, & remembering also her passionate and heavenly embraces, her graceful and amorous glances, her laughter, sidelong-glances, the deep sighs, the shampooing (of her body), fondling, her standing, going, and her sham-anger in love, and then his propitiation of her, remembering all these things, and with his intellect infatuated by passion, being helpless and completely under the sway of Karman, he looked back shamefully. And then the Yaks'a S'ailaka, who had lost faith in Jinaraks'ita, tossed him away from his back, slowly and slowly, as he was paying heed to her (entreaties), being full of compassion for her, (as if) being urged by the god of Death by catching hold of his neck. Then that ruthless and wicked R. addressed that kind-hearted Jinaraks'ita who was falling down from the horseback as 'O Slave! (or Rascal), now you are dead !" And even before he reached the waters of the ocean she caught him with her hands, and tossed him up in the sky as he was shouting loudly, and cut him into small pieces as he was falling down, with her sword-point which resembled a dark-blue lotus, a buffalo-horn, and which had the sheen of an atasī-plant; and then even while he was bewailing, [P. 11] (after killing him), she took the limbs off his body, which was just killed, and was therefore gory. and threw them away in all the four quarters, as if offering an oblation, with her hands foleded, and greatly rejoiced at beart. [11-91] Even so, O Long-lived monk, that monk or nun from amongst us, who, after once renouncing the world, desires. longs, yearns and craves after human in this very
objects of pleasures, is
even
birth
Shree Sudharmaswami Gyanbhandar-Umara, Surat
www.umaragyanbhandar.com
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