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14. Her ear-lobes, adorned with jeweled earrings, And the sides of her cheeks, Seemed like a pair of nooses cast By the bird of desire, showing the play of her eyes; 15. For the sake of binding pure beauty, Between the rising river of her eyes, As if fitted with golden spouts, Her high nose shone on her beautiful face; 16. In the mansion of incomparable beauty, Like windows or lion cages, Her beautiful, playful, Dark blue eyes shone with eyelashes; 17. Kana Like a fragment of a skull, the mind of love, With smooth cheeks, lovely ears, A cluster of fresh lotus petals, A beautiful lower lip, full of charm; (6) 18. For her, a creeper of good conduct, A vine of mature passion, a brow of beauty, "Is it a pair of lips, or two tender shoots?" Thus, the world was struck with wonder; () 19. In the alcove of the noble lady's face, Slightly opened like a newly blossoming bud, A row of teeth shone, Whitened by the rays of a sweet smile; () 20. With restless eyes, blue like lotuses, A brow emulating a swarm of bees on a lotus face, With the arrows of her sidelong glances, She was like a bow of love, with shafts of eye-rays; () 21. A sweet voice, a triple line on her throat, Full breasts like auspicious pots, a conch-like neck, A line of beauty with a deep, sweet sound, Surpassing gold, mother-of-pearl, drums, and conches; () 22. Her breasts, newly plump and firm, Beautiful with smooth skin and radiant glow, Adorned her chest, For the auspicious union with her own husband; () 23. From the golden mountain of her breasts, to the navel, A river of beauty flowed, Her three folds, like Indra's, Surpassed the beauty of a row of high waves; () 24. With a tinkling girdle, slow in motion, Her waist was slender, burdened by full breasts, Her middle part, adorned with the Śrīvatsa mark, Displayed the playful posture of Love's bow; () 25. The space between her full breasts, Offered a place for lotus threads to pass, With streams of her own radiant necklaces, The young woman resembled the mouth of a golden cave; () 26. The shore of the ocean of perfect beauty, Her broad hips, slightly adorned with fine lines, Surpassed the beauty of Love's playground, For that princess; () 27. For the noble lady with a pure lotus face, A line of soft, dark blue hairs, Kissed the depths of her deep navel, Like a row of bees drunk on lotus nectar; () 28. Her thighs were beautiful, like golden plantain trees, Thick like an elephant's trunk, comparable to Indra's, She possessed the banner of the fish-emblemed god. In the pleasure pavilion, The splendor of her golden pillar-like thighs delights; 29. Her pair of thighs, like the essence of love, balanced, Perfectly measured, equal to the four faces, Her own pair of knees, like coral bowls, Shining brightly, brought low in reverence; 30. Her shanks, agitated by thoughts of desire, A mental chariot in her approach to love, Conquered the pride of intoxicated peacocks, Like a burning lamp flame, so beautifully moving; 31. By her ankle bracelets, radiant with jeweled light, The feet of women are utterly defeated, Like lotus faces, I think they shrink, The lotus-like feet of women, filled with bees; 32. Her fingers and toes, like tender shoots, Resembling drops of water on rice seedlings, so delicate, A row of fresh red nails appeared, Like a flower offering made to the God of Love; 33. With her retinue, that woman, In a pavilion adorned with a multitude of jewels, The prince, the banner of the Solar Dynasty, Sat, awaiting his arrival; 34. Surrounded by his relatives, the prince, Like the king of gods amidst the hosts of deities, Immediately mounting his swift chariot, He went forth, radiant with glory, towards her; 35. Having arrived and stood in the pavilion, As he wrapped himself in an upper garment, His form, adorned with golden ornaments, Was like Mount Himālaya covered in a sheet of snow; 36. The prince, adorned with a jeweled crown, Shining brightly, resembled, With the celestial palace and the Ocean of Milk, Mount Meru, golden and unwavering; 37. Like a row of stars crowded in the sky, A string of pearl necklaces shone on his chest, The best of men drank the essence of her beauty, Like nectar, from the cup of her long eyes; 38. On that day, the prince's Face, like the full moon rising from the Eastern Mountain, Awakened the lotus pond of the mind, For the blue lotuses of closed eyes; 39. For the people watching the young man and woman, The Ganges of unwavering, dark blue eyes, With beautiful women waving chowries, Was like a river with waves stirred by the wind; 40. In the sky above, crowded with stars, Like the moonbeam of a young woman's smile, They shone with choice gold coins, There on the jeweled pavilion's floor. 41. Skilled in all arts, approaching, the learned Brahmin group, for their victory and blessing, Thoroughly completed all prior rites, And quickly poured the unbroken auspicious thread. 42. In lotus-like hands, with a bejeweled Sprinkler, the priest, for both of them, Poured the auspicious consecration water, And again joined them in the hand-clasping ceremony. 43. Like a rainbow and lightning amidst clouds, Mounting the chariot with a deep, rumbling sound, Surrounded by relatives of the warrior caste, Both of them set out towards Kapilapura. 44. Then, in the middle of the well-decorated streets, Standing at open windows and lion-balconies, With unblinking lotus-like eyes as an offering, The delighted women of Kapilavatthu greatly honored them. 45. The path on both sides appeared Adorned with the upturned palms of people Observing their graceful progress, And with jeweled pots and flower clusters. 46. Having become the target of sharp, darting glances, Led by peerless beauties, The piercing of their hearts was like the result, As if by arrows of love that had fallen upon them. 47. Somehow, the inhabitants of Kapilavatthu became, On that day, with unblinking lotus eyes, As if the hosts of gods had descended From the city of gods to Kapilapura, to behold them. 48. Like the celestial mansion named Vejayanta, The divine abode in the city of gods, the noble Couple, the fortunate ones, returned from there To Kapilapura, to their own royal palace. 49. The son of the king, having received the royal consecration, In those three palaces in the excellent city of Kapilavatthu, Experienced immeasurable happiness with that Bimbā, Whose face was like the orb of the moon, for a long time. 50. Bimbā, the queen, with a voice like a blossoming lotus, Beautiful in form, like a divine nymph in her three ages, Also went to decay and decline, Such is the nature of conditioned things. Thus ends the Sakalakavijana Hadayanandadana, composed by the ascetic named Medhananda. In the Jinavaṃsadīpa, not far from the beginning, Is the account of the auspicious hand-taking festival. This is the ninth chapter. 1. The king, with virtues like a jewel, a lord of gods, Experiencing happiness, by a swift vehicle, To the auspicious garden land, filled with buzzing bees, He arrived one day, indeed, the beautiful one. 2. To awaken him to the understanding that the time had come for enlightenment, Remembering the Bodhi, as the Bodhisatta was going, To show the power to end existence, they created The form of an old cart, an aged form, deformed. 3. "What is this?" he asked, seeing the aged form, His mind overcome with doubt, the charioteer, the essence of form, In his heart's treasure, prompted by the deities, He placed the precious teaching of the Dhamma like wealth. 4. As an elephant, standing face forward, breaks A clump of fresh green reeds on the auspicious garden path, So did old age, self-evident, Overcome all pride of youth, with its harshness. 5. The beauty of the lotus-like face, with its fallen stamen, Became a row of hard, age-worn, broken teeth and bones, Gray hair, curled and matted, Bound on his head, in the coronation of old age, the splendor of a white parasol. 6. Unbroken lines of wrinkles on the skin of the old man Arose, agitated by the powerful elements of energy, Like waves on the surface of the ocean, Like waves on the surface of the ocean, A series of high waves raised by the force of the wind at the end of the world. 7. Standing on the garden path, like a bent goatherd's staff, Not straight, but bent, supporting himself on the ground with a stick, Revealing the absence of his youthful charm, The wise one saw that form, like a bow without a string. 8. Like the coils of a worn-out serpent, burdened with old slough, With skin faded and wrinkled, in a state of decay, With flesh gone, bones and ribs showing, Like a wall or a wooden structure, without plaster. 9. His strength and pride gone, his body leaking, With wounds oozing excrement, urine, and blood, With uneven, wrinkled cheeks, his head trembling, The wise one saw that old man clearly. Of formlessness; 10. The entire world became his support, Blazing like a body consumed by old age, "I too am not beyond this law," he said, And with a heart yearning for birth, he went to his palace grove; 11. As the king entered the grove again, To experience pleasure, the gods created, A repulsive, incurable, and terrible disease, Another deformed being, a form of sickness, they showed; 12. The wise one, the crest jewel of the Sakya clan, free from doubt, Asked the charioteer, seeing one sunk like a worm, In the mire of urine and excrement, Suffering intensely, helpless, "What is this?"; 13. Drinking the excellent Dharma spoken by that charioteer, As if with cupped hands of his ear faculty, like nectar, "I too am not beyond the law of sickness," He returned to his palace grove, full of agitation; 14. Then, as the lord was going in his chariot, To that pleasure grove, the gods created, In the first instance, a bloated corpse,