Book Title: Shraman Bhagvana Mahavira Part 1
Author(s): Ratnaprabhvijay, D P Thaker
Publisher: Parimal Publication

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________________ 52 väsuddva Ašvagriva, the females of his harem began to lament loudiy thus:- Ah! alas, God of Death! Why did you do such a sinful act? Ah! Wicked Soul! You killed even this king of the world. Ab! You have not become satisfied with having killed 80 many milions of soldiers, that, O sinful man! You even killed the king! O ptiless discus! Why did you choose disgrace by the destruction of your own master ! O Yaksas! why did you pitilessly disregard this discus! God of Death born in an excellent family! What is the use of this quality of yours? Ah! alas! preservative jewels ! You have also turned out to be destructive to one who had confidence in you! O vile purohita (chaplain)! You propitiated Agni (fire) for a long time. O shameless one! Now say out how this mischief took place that all this has stumbled down. O body-guards ! Why did you also run away at this time? Abl Alas | Everything became adverse all at at a time. Alas! O lord of our life ! You have killed thousands of warriors, and now that you are dead, whose drum of victory will henceforth beat ? Alas! Royal Wealth! Why do you, till now, live though you are blemished by widowhood! Otherwise,' annoyed by a bad master, you will exporlence misery." Lamenting in this way, beating their breasts violently, pulling off their pearl-necklaces afflicted with the pain of widowhood, throwing far away their armlets and shedding an uninterrupted flow of tears, tbe females of the harem, kept weeping in such a way, that on hearing it even the birds of burrounding locality, began to wall The servants, weepiug loudly, tben, consigned the dead body of Ašvagriva to blazing fire. Then, as if unable to endure the pain of widowhood of royal wives, as if terror-struck on seeing fierce fighting, as if the horses of his chariot had become disgusted on seelog the the headless trunks of horses killed by sharp swords, and as if sprinkled by the drops of blood wasted there by wind, the thousand-rayed (Sun) became red and set. Jain Education International For Private & Personal Use Only www.jainelibrary.org

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