Trishasti Shalaka Purusa Caritra Part 1

Author(s): Hemchandracharya, Helen M Johnson
Publisher: Oriental Research Institute Vadodra

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“Lotus to Devi, the Śri of autumn, son of King Sudarśana, O Aranātha, bestow on me strength for the crossing of existence.”
“Pitcher of nectar from the ocean Kumbha, sprung from the body of Prabhāvatī, powerful for the destruction of karma, O Mallinātha, show us mokşa.”.
"Lotus-pool to the Himavat Sumitra, son of Padmāvati, Lord of the Tirtha, Munisuvrata, homage to you, Supreme Lord."
“Thunderbolt to the earth with the shape of a thunderbolt in the form of Vaprā, son of Sri Vijaya, you whose lotus-feet deserve homage from the world, homage to you, Lord Nami."
"o attainer of mokşa, son of Sivā, moon for the delight of Samudra, Ariştanemi, Blessed One, homage to you, compassionate."
"Crest-jewel to the family of King Aśvasena, O Lord, son of Vāmā, homage to you, Lord of Jinas, Srimat Pārsvanātha."
“You who have accomplished the attainment of mokşa, son of King Siddhārtha, consolation to the heart of Trisalā, Sri Vira, homage to you."
Bharata's continued grief (678-685) When he had praised and done homage to each one of the Arhats in this way, the Lord of Bharata went from the shrine Sinhanişadyā. His head turned, looking at the shrine like a dear friend, Bharata descended Aştāpada with his retinue. His mind fixed on former events, the Lord of Ayodhyā went to Ayodhyā very slowly as if the edge of his garment had been caught. The King arrived at the city, oppressed by grief, filling the sky with streams of dust raised by the soldiers like streams of sorrow. The King entered Vinīta, observed by the citizens in tears, assuredly grieved at his grief, like brothers. Recalling, recalling the Master, he entered his dwelling, raining tear-drops like a cloud with a