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Played the five kinds of instruments on that day, With the sounds of the sweet-sounding lute and drums, The surface of the sky was like a rainy stage. 59. He saw their dance, a transformation Like the origin of the great elements, very delightful, And the sound of instruments, the song, and the loud noise, To those afflicted with royal diseases in the wretched house of existence. 60. He, very weary of their dancing and songs, Made a lion's posture on the excellent royal bed. The women, overcome by fatigue, having obtained an opportunity for sleep, Immediately fell down, bound by the snares of passion. 61. He, awakened only slightly from sleep with the lotus pond, Sitting on his own royal bed in the night, Having moved the musical instruments here and there, Saw the crowd of young women overcome by deep sleep. 62. One with her garment moved by the wind, another swallowing saliva, Another with thick phlegm flowing, another chewing with her teeth, Another with her lower garment removed, another displaying her private parts, Another with slurred words, another babbling whatever. 63. One even making gestures, another coughing, Thus, the entire mansion, full of various transformations, without splendor, without essence, Appeared to him very firmly Like a charnel ground strewn with corpses, a raw charnel ground. 64. On that day, he remembered the three existences as if they were a burning house, "Alas, see this world afflicted by delusion! Thus, by that liberation, the hero of a man Generated the state of a hero in his mind. 65. "In this royal pleasure grove, the abode of skillful women in love, While delusion is captivating the foolish, Enough of my dwelling here! Come, having departed from here, I shall seek liberation from the fear of the three existences." 66. Approaching the door of the palace, awakening the sleeping groom, Having roused the one lying on the bed, He said to him, "Prepare to go; lead the way." With a strong, swift horse, the king, 67. Having left the stable, in that very moment, with hidden ministers, Desiring to go with his wife, thinking it was the right time, The noble horse Kanthaka, born at the same time, went, Making a loud, joyful sound, a great burden of happiness. 68. Entering the beautiful chamber, with oil lamps burning, On a jewel-encrusted couch, strewn with fragrant flowers, The lord of the earth saw his own son, like a golden statue, With the image of his wife, side by side. 69. "If I remove the hand of the queen, And place my own son upon my lap, The queen, with a face like a lotus, will arise, And prevent my going to the great forest, which is impossible to stop." 70. "The lotus face of my son, being a Buddha, Will be a burden for the bees of the eyes, Remembering his feet," as if lifting Mount Meru, The hero descended from the palace, raising his feet. 71. With eyes like blue lotus petals, a face like the moon, A beautiful, red-soled foot shaped like the wheel of the god of love, How could the king descend from the palace, leaving Bimbādevi, Beautiful as a golden statue? 72. Like an emerald statue, born in the Sakya clan, Having accumulated great merit, with a body marked with auspicious signs, Having abandoned the tender prince, named Rāhula, How could the wise one descend, slowly lifting his feet? 73. A lion among enemy elephants, the foremost in Jambudīpa, That day, the king, his father, was in an ocean of sorrow for his son, How could he, with such compassion, heartlessly abandon him, And descend from the palace, raising his feet? 74. Having conquered the entire earth, up to the edge of the universe, Invincible, on the seventh day, Not becoming a universal monarch, a lion among men, having done good deeds, How could he descend from there, raising his feet? 75. "Having descended from the palace, save me today, You are my refuge, I will cross over," he said, The king mounted that noble horse, Pure white, like a conch shell, a measure of excellent jewels. 76. Swift as the wind, the noble horse Kanthaka, That day, making no sound of hooves or neighing. Surely, that one goes, having covered the whole city, On that day, the gods prevented the noise that was made; 77. Having mounted the horse, with steady steps, With the divine lotus-palms created by the gods, Quickly he went, having entered the hidden forest, To the gate with firmly closed doors, ramparts, and walls; 78. If the closed gate had not been opened, I would have taken the excellent horse and the hidden minister, And that lion of a man would have jumped over the Eighteen-cubit high rampart like a heated gold coin; 79. Just as the king of horses, named Channa, and the minister, Endowed with strength and energy, were thinking, The deity dwelling there, being urged, opened The door-bolt, having pushed the door open with ten times the strength of a man; 80. "This one named Siddhattha will conquer My entire realm and attain enlightenment," Then, remembering, Māra the Evil One, greatly angered, Went to meet him on the road, having come out of his palace; 81. As the Conqueror of Māra quickly advanced, Māra, Standing in the dark sky, proclaimed thus: "O excellent man, from today, on the seventh day, Having conquered the world, you will become a universal monarch;" 82. "Enjoying happiness, having become a universal monarch, Reside in a house, turning the wheel as long as you live, O immeasurable mind, do not go forth," Māra Instructed, wishing to prevent his going forth; 83. Not drinking in the words of lamentation With the hollows of his ears as if with a vessel, he asked, "Who are you?" "I am the lord of the gods, standing in the path of the wind, O best of men, Vasavatti, the Evil One," he said thus; 84. "We know Māra, the refuge of gods and men, fearless, The true source of divine jewels and gems," He gave the reply, "One like me is difficult to subdue, Even by ten thousand like you;" 85. "If thoughts of lust, hatred, and violence And other such reflections are in your mind, then we know," Overcome by aversion, seeking some opportunity, He followed him closely, like his shadow; 86. Again, as he went forth on the full moon day of Āsāḷha, When he was born, wishing to see the glory of Kapilavatthu, The Earth showed the king of horses turning around, Standing facing the excellent city, the ground of the shrine; 87. Immediately, in ten thousand world-systems, the gods Were busy protecting the refuge of the three worlds, With jeweled golden lamp-standards and the like, Some with unblinking eyes illuminated the path; 88. With garlands of fragrant flowers, hanging canopies, Golden water-pots, white umbrellas, and banners, The deities adorned the path of his going forth, The cavity of the world was filled, delightful with flower offerings; 89. The sky was filled with a sound like thunder, sixty-eight Hundred thousand instruments resounded, Descending on the path strewn with excellent fragrant flowers, He went without haste, thirty leagues; 90. Full of clear water, covered with foam garlands, A row of blooming lotuses, a row of high waves, With cool, refreshing breezes, a sandy shore, The hero approached the river Anoma; 91. "Whose is this dark blue, jewel-like surface?" Thus asked the excellent mind, "It is the Anoma River," He said, "If I were to renounce on this bank, My endeavor would be exceedingly fruitful through the Anoma"; 92. That ornament of the solar race, with a snap of the fingers, gave the sign To the noble horse with swift speed, On the bank of the Anoma River of pure water, Like the sun, the horse stood, having leaped over; 93. Standing on the white sandy ground, with a sharp sword in hand, With a clear mind, taking hold of the crest-jewel firmly, He cut off the remaining two inches of dark blue hair from his head, They did not grow further above that, they turned to the right; 94. A beard and mustache befitting that appeared, "If I am to become a Buddha, may I stand above," The wise one, intending this, threw the hair into the sky, It remained suspended, like a beautiful cloud formation; 95. Immediately, Sakka, king of the gods, came from the city of the gods, And took that crest-jewel with his jeweled casket, He had a beautiful jeweled shrine built, Worshiped by the host of gods, there, named the Crest-Jewel; 96. Knowing. He was Hirabhava, a friend, named Ghaṭikāra, He gave the requisites for an ascetic, with all the needed things, Taking the ascetic's garb, like former Buddhas, the Lord Having gathered his robe, threw it into the sky; () 97. Taking that cloth, putting it in a casket, A priceless jewel, twelve yojanas high, He did what was for the benefit of others, the Brahma-world's sole creator, A reliquary kissed by the rays of the crest jewel; () 98. Give ornaments and such to your father, the king, Thus, with my words, announce my well-being, Not finding a minister, now, to ordain you, He sent Channa, a horse-companion, having advised him; () 99. Having descended on the path, wishing to go to his own realm, His body afflicted with sorrow at the king's departure, The lord of horses, having passed away, Kanthaka, a deva-son, Became, in an instant, in Tāvatiṃsa, a golden mansion; () 100. By all the forest devas, with handfuls of joined palms, His footstool was honored, by whom he was ordained, Near the Anoma River, near the forest, A delightful mango grove named Anupiya; () 101. He, having gone forth from an unbroken warrior clan, the abode of renunciation, the Dhamma, Like casting off a mass of wealth, a magnificent wheel-treasure, a burden of high rank, Having left it, in the Anupiya mango grove, for seven weeks he dwelt, The Buddha-sprout experienced the joy born of gaining ordination; ()