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Having ordained him, and hearing her words, intoxicated with the pleasures of the kingdom, Nanda, the king's son, with a heart free from joy, Wishing for the embrace of her lotus-like feet and divine complexion, He was established by the Buddha in the supreme, unsurpassed, great kingdom of happiness. 85. Bimbādevi, overcome with happiness, playing with Rāhula, Embracing her tender jewel, on the seventh day, Opening the jeweled lattice in the palace, She stood gazing at the approaching best of men. 86. Surrounded by various mountain ranges, adorned with the rainbow of Indra, Approaching like a moving king of golden peaks, Then, surrounded by those with destroyed defilements, shining with golden light, "This is your father, the best of men," she said, "Ask him for your inheritance." 87. "He has various treasures arisen from the power of merit, I am not able to ask for those treasures from the time of his departure," Adorning her tender jewel, who was seven years old, She sent him to his father, saying, "Ask for your paternal wealth." 88. Creating strong love in his father, like a lotus in water, "You are my son," he said, "I am your father, even my shadow is happiness for you," Speaking such words, rising from the noble seat, Having eaten, surrounded by disciples, the Buddha began to depart. 89. "Give me my inheritance, O ascetic, with wealth and possessions," Begging, begging, I followed the Buddha, like a king of swans, Like a lion cub, I held firmly to the Blessed One's Hand adorned with beautiful red fingers, long like the body of a serpent king. 90. Thinking, "Having ordained Rāhula, who follows me seeking wealth and possessions, I will give him the treasure of the Noble Dhamma," Having reached the monastery, the King of Dhamma, with his son not left behind, Said to the fair-faced Dhammasenāpati, "Ordain him." 91. Cutting the soft cluster of hair like a blue lotus petal, the great Moggallāna covered him with a new ochre robe, The ascetic Thera Mahākassapa gave him advice, And Sāriputta ordained her tender jewel. 92. Desiring training, another Maye Thero, Great Rāhula, Hearing the doctrine, Rāhula attained superior qualities, Hearing the Kasutta, then another, a teacher of teachers, Reached the state, crossed the three existences, attained the highest path and fruit. 93. When in him, Suddhodana, the king, his grandson was ordained, Plunged deep, the banner of the solar race, into a boundless ocean of sorrow, An opportunity was given, the son of the compassionate one, to his parents and relatives, "Let them ordain enough," they earnestly requested, the disciples. 94. Having given the king a choice boon, having eaten, from the seat, Rising, from the inner palace, going out, with a gentle breeze, To a grove of trees, a sparse lake shore, suitable for solitude, Cool, a white forest, he approached, like a six-tusked elephant. 95. At that time, in a householder's family, born a great merchant, Arrived in the excellent city of Rājagaha, faithful, named Sudatta, "The Buddha is there, where does he reside?" he heard from Suddhodana, At dawn, through the gate opened by the gods, he arrived there. 96. Having placed his feet on the jeweled footstool, scattering a handful of folded hands, With devotion, a crest-jeweled silver vessel, bringing joy to the mind, Hearing the Dhamma on the first day, having attained the initial path's fruit, Giving a gift to the Buddha and the Sangha, Sudatta rejoiced. 97. "Venerable Sir, for the sake of the Goddess of Fortune, adorned, pure, Prosperous, flourishing, frequented by good people, the city called Sāvatthi, Lord of the Dhamma, may you go, a compassionate shade, quickly, Having gained solace," he went to his domain, thus he made a request. 98. For the Buddha's sake, that householder, on the great road, together, during the day, From the night's lodging onwards, auspiciously, spent a hundred thousand coins, Having scattered abundant wealth, in the city worthy of being seen, He had built an excellent monastery, like a palace of the gods. 99. Eighteen crores were spent unequally, buying the land equally, Eighteen crores were spent abundantly, building the dwelling, Eighteen crores were spent supremely, for the great festival of the monastery's dedication, Having prepared, that householder completed the new work well. 100. Thus, having caused the Jetavana monastery to be built, the great hero, The wealthy man, the lord, sent messengers to invite him. Hearing that command, honored with head-joined hands, The radiant Buddha, with his retinue, departed from Rājagaha. Thus ends the sixteenth chapter, illuminating the miscellaneous conduct of the Blessed One, in the Jinavaṃsadīpa, a mine of joy for all poets, composed by the ascetic named Medhānanda, in the Santike Nidāna. 1. At the auspicious crossing to the Jetavana named abode of the Teacher, Rāma and Lakkhaṇa, beautifully adorned, along with the chief of the wealthy men; 2. Five hundred new youths, With hands radiant with five-colored flags, Shone with the splendor of five treasures, Before the five-time conqueror, the king of Jinas; 3. Wealthy men's daughters, led by those with golden pitcher-like breasts, With hands full of hundreds of full pitchers, Were then before that Teacher; 4. Five hundred women, friends and attendants of the wealthy men, With graceful swan-like gaits, Were behind, carrying full bowls; 5. Clad in pure white garments, Served by about five hundred wealthy men, The wealthy man Anāthapiṇḍika, urged by joy for the world's leader, followed him; 6. The conqueror of Māra, shining with rays of blue, yellow, and other hues, Illuminating the path, moving and unmoving, on earth, Like a moving golden mountain; 7. Where he descended into the Jetavana named grove, With the Sangha of monks behind him, guiding the people on the path, He was being drunk in by the eyes of the world; 8. Asked about the procedure for the Jetavana's dedication, He said, "Give the monastery to the Buddha and the Sangha of monks." 9. "I give the monastery to the Buddha and the Sangha of monks," Breaking the utterance, the steadfast Anāthapiṇḍika, The wealthy man, always with hands washed clean like a lotus; 10. Praised at the tips of his hands, adorned with auspicious marks, He gave the southern water, poured from a golden Vessel, fragrant and perfumed; 11. Shelter from cold, heat, wind, and sun. Repels Gadflies and mosquitoes and creeping things, The Victor then approved, And entered Jetavana, and so on. 12. So Sudatta, famed and wealthy, completed it, A jewel of the earth, an ornament of the land, The merchant, for the Jetavana's dedication, Spent forty crores of wealth, ever. 13. Like Indra's heavenly mansion, Fragrant with sandalwood and aloe, There the Gandhakuti shines, Like a crest jewel on the earth's fair head. 14. To that Gandhakuti, the stairway, Where the feet of the Dhamma-king alight, Like a ladder to heaven and liberation, A path of steps, it bends in reverence. 15. Around that monastery, a circle of walls, Bound with pure gems, it gleams, Like the crest of the ocean of the Teacher's fame, The glory of the waves, ever. 16. The courtyard of that monastery, Strewn with sand white as moonlight, Reveals the glory of the autumn sky, Through union with the Kinsman of the Buddhas. 17. There, the banners of red jewels, Scatter the darkness with their rays, Why not call them sun, moon, and stars, Flickering like fireflies in the sky? 18. It shines, marked by rows of blooming trees, Like a red blanket spread out, The courtyard, for receiving the Teacher's feet, Abundant with pollen of flowers. 19. Woven with threads of humming bees, Wafted by the gentle breeze, A canopy of pollen, Appears to ward off the sun for the Teacher. 20. Flowering cassia trees, Blooming all around, Appear, as the Teacher preaches the Dhamma, Like robes worn and draped. 21. Rising like lines of smoke and kohl, Unopened buds, rows of crests, Campaka and pomegranate branches, Shine like golden wicks on stands. 22. There, from the mountain caves, Streams of sweet Dhamma flow, Do not even the wicked, Find peace and calm? 23. There, humming bees and cuckoos, On branches of mango trees in bloom, Even in the depths of passion, Do they not lead men to meditation? Strewn with lāja, pañcaka, and flowers, Easy access to the hermitage, Adorned with the marks of the feet of the passionless, It always illuminates the path to heaven. Even women, afflicted in their left feet, With the assembly, devoid of the courtyard, As if with joy, causing goosebumps, There, a row of Aśoka trees shines. Radiant with kiṃsuka and other flowers, That hermitage, a refuge for the distressed, With the great heat and energy of those who have renounced, It appears as if ablaze with fire. Adorned with sephālikā buds, Shedding fallen stalks, The terrace, with its silver railing, Shines, as if adorned with coral. Drops of yellow mango nectar, There, parrots, crows, and sārikās, What sweet sounds they utter, Like the glory of the speech of gentle-speaking sages. With peaks like golden crowns, Its banks radiant with the weight of waterfalls, Broad and stout mountains, There, they kiss the lotus feet of the Jina's sons. With beautiful, pointed beaks, With cakravāka breasts, Adorned with a mass of dark hair, With restless eyes like blue lotuses. With rows of swans as girdles, With heavy hips and slender waists, With armlets of bees and jewels, Radiant with necklaces of shimmering waves. With pollen fallen from kañja flowers, With pure, yellow robes, beautiful, Giving the pleasant touch of the wind, A temple of glory, with a gentle smile like a kumuda. With rows of pollen as teeth, lotus-like, A woman with a lotus face, Served by those who have overcome all fears, Are not the divine ponds delightful? Revealed by old robes, Entwined with vines and creepers, With peacocks scattering feathers,