Trishasti Shalaka Purusa Caritra Part 6

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

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CHAPTER SEVEN
posture on the edge of water. The husband and wife got out of their carriage at once and paid homage to the muni, who was enduring the trial of cold without an upper garment. After the king with his wife had paid homage devotedly to the ascetic, he went to his palace, spreading the auspicious news. After he had performed the rites suitable for evening, the king went to his chamber darkened by the smoke of incense of burned aloes and camphor.
At night Śreņika slept with his hand on her breast, his arm-creeper made into a pillow by Queen Celaṇā. The king went to sleep, closely embraced by her with her breasts contracted, and the queen went to sleep. In the depth of sleep, Cellana's blossom-hand got outside the cover. Sleep destroys embraces. Her hand was touched by the unbearable cold that was like a scorpion's sting and Celaṇā woke up from the pain. She made the sound'sit' from the pain of the cold and put her lotus-hand like her own heart on the king's heart under the cover.
At that time she remembered the sage standing in statuesque posture without an upper garment and she said,
"Alas! How will he fare in such cold?" She went to sleep again in the same way, pure in heart. Generally sleep is submissive, like a slave, to those of great mind.
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The king, sleeping lightly, was awakened by her 'sit' and, hearing what she said, thought to himself: Surely another lover, who wishes dalliance, is in her mind for whom she grieves from the supposition of pain from the cold. Suffering from jealousy in this way, he passed the night awake. A lover is never free from jealousy while he lives.
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At dawn Śreņika ordered Celana to go to the harem. He, cruel in commands, summoned Abhaya and said to him: "It is known that the harem, ha! has been defiled by evil conduct. Burn it all. Do not be uncooperative from folly toward the mothers." After giving this order to Abhaya, the king, shining with great splendor, went to pay homage to Vira Svāmin, the venerable Arhat.