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It appeared in the pure womb of the mother, As if a well-wound, pale thread had entered the womb, She carefully guarded that womb for about ten months, Like a queen, heedful, with a bowl of oil. 57. Early in the morning, on the first day, awakened, She told the king the dream, then that king, Summoned sixty-four Brahmins, Skilled in the Vedas, the crest jewels of the Brahmin lineage. 58. On the earth, spread with excellent parched grain, On soft, pleasant carpets prepared, In the auspicious seats, in the royal palace, seated, The king of the earth asked the Brahmins, the soothsayers. 59. With golden bowls filled with rice pudding, mixed with ghee, honey, sugar, milk, Giving clothes, heaps of wealth and grain, and cows, He asked the result of the dream he had seen. 60. "Do not worry, O king, in your queen, A son is conceived and established in her womb, He will rule the earth." He will be a king, without doubt; 61. Having abandoned wealth, gems, and dominion over the four continents, If he renounces after experiencing household life, He will certainly become a Buddha, a Buddha of the Four Noble Truths. Thus spoke those learned interpreters of dreams; 62. She, heavy with the burden of pregnancy, with a slender waist, Desired to go to her family's home, a swan among her kin. "O Queen, I wish to go," she informed the king, And he accepted her words with a voice like the Karavika bird; 63. From that great city, full of urban splendor, To the city of Devadaha, the king had A road adorned with spreads of pearl-white sand, And offerings of parched grain, lotuses, and water lilies; 64. With auspicious water pots filled with flowers, With flags and banners waving in the gentle breeze, He quickly had the road decorated With golden and silver arches; 65. With praises, songs of victory, hymns, and auspicious melodies, With offerings made by the fivefold instruments, In that well-decorated and adorned mansion, A beauty that rivaled the splendor of a celestial abode; 66. Having placed the queen in a well-decorated golden palanquin, Adorned with various gems, The king sent her forth, preceded by a retinue of relatives, Together with a thousand ministers, well-pleased; 67. A dense forest filled with trees, heavy with Abundant flowers, fruits, and tender leaves, A canopy of dense, dark blue vines, Hintala palms, palmyra palms, reeds, bamboo, coconut trees, Rows of areca palms, grass, and various trees, and rice fields; 68. Adorned with flocks of swans descending upon Cool, blue waters and gentle breezes, And lotus ponds filled with the buzzing sounds Of swarms of bees, and pollen-laden filaments; 69. The forest, fragrant with the scent of flowers, Delighting the eyes of all who beheld it, Surpassing even the Nandana Garden, She, with eyes like lotus blossoms, saw the Lumbini Grove, a place of unearthly splendor; 70. That queen, with her new-leaf-like fingers, beautifully adorned, With branches like arms offering bouquets of blossoms, And rows of supple vines bending down, Making way for her to offer homage; 71. With the army, with graceful steps... With dust raised high, She trod the dusty path, Together with her retinue, then dismounting, She entered Lumbini Grove, delightful. 72. That queen, surpassing forest nymphs in grace, With swan-like gait, Was honored by the breeze, gentle with fragrance, By paths strewn with pollen, humming with bees. 73. As she walked, the anklets' tinkling sound Bound the young deer, heads raised high, And showed a row of wide-open eyes The beauty of a line of blue lotus ponds. 74. With summits rising, forming open spaces, Paths adorned with buds and blossoms, With arches of intertwined vines and trees, The garden ground seemed rich with offerings. 75. With raised peacock tails and crests, With cries of koels in flocks, The garden ground, a stage for love's delight, Resounded with the music of bees' humming strings. 76. Ever bearing the glory of springtime, That grove, soothing to the forest nymph's heart, Even in the heat of summer, brought delight, Her diadem of glory, bees, and flowers. 77. There, in the heat of the summer sun, Like empty water troughs, untimely clouds, Eased the heart, weary with longing, Bearing the burden of pregnancy's fullness. 78. Trees with branches bare, leaves fallen, By the radiance of her lips, teeth, and smile, Seemed adorned with new shoots, blossoms, and flowers, A lovely forest scene. 79. The mangoes, scorched by summer's heat, The rows of trees, echoing with deep sounds, Were like a hall deafened by the laments Of women separated from their lovers, suffering. 80. Though adorned with garlands of opening buds, And laden with ripe jackfruit vines, It could not, striving, fill with glory Maya, adorned with rows of areca palms. 81. That garden, filled with clusters of champak flowers, Humming with intoxicated bees, With clouds of incense rising, of love's creation, Like a shining dwelling, it blazed in the month of Āsāḷha. 82. Entering the womb, with masses of bee-dark hair, A Buddha-sprout, with goosebumps on perfected shoots of hair, As if bowing with clusters of flower-bud hands, The creeper-women, stirred by gentle breezes, resounded there. 83. For the one entering the womb, with ripe fruits of various kinds, Born of the power of merit, produced by the season, The pleasure-ground, intent on the womb-offering rite for Māyā, Gladdened the people like ambrosia. 84. For the great man entering the womb, On the day of the festival of the auspicious emergence from the womb, The pleasure-ground, with all things born of the season, Was strewn with blooming flowers. 85. The glory of the Sālumbinī grove, with the sound of kalaha geese, Fragrant with fully-bloomed flowers, rich with the essence of fruits, The cool wind from the mountain stream through the five senses, Experienced the five kinds of sensual pleasures directly. 86. Fragrant with the sap-essence, fruits, shoots, and leaves, Resounding with the humming of bees and the cooing of cuckoos, Strewn with clusters of fully-bloomed flowers, The auspicious Sāla tree, like a young woman with intoxicated eyes. 87. A garland of bees, drawn by the fully-bloomed Sāla buds, Kissed by eyes as clear and dark as blue lotuses, Māyā, the queen, adorned herself, free from deceit, With tender finger-shoots of branches. 88. Bent with the weight, as if of lovely finger-shoots, Beautiful with humming swarms of bees, loud with buzzing sounds, That branch, crowded with blooming flowers, Became a support for her, weary with the burden of the womb. 89. The wind stirred for her, with restless eyes, By the power of deeds, with veils and screens, Having surrounded the queen of incomparable glory, The people withdrew from there, knowing the opportunity. 90. Worthy of worship by Brahmās, immortals, asuras, humans, and nāgas, The essence of beauty, radiant with the thirty-two marks, With a body as pure as a washed gem of noble birth, The best of beings, the queen, standing, gave birth immediately. 91. While giving birth, all ordinary humans are stained With foul-smelling urine, excrement, blood, and the like, But not so with the lord of men; Like a relic of the Jina in a casket, Like a golden image in a stupa, was the mother's womb. 92. Like a ladder... From the excellent jeweled seat, The Elder, the Dhamma-speaker, stood and descended, Having well spread forth both soft hands and feet, He went forth, his body unsmirched by corpses; 93. There, approaching him, four with four faces, With a golden net, of purified minds, Taking him from his mother's lap, placing the child, In the moon-face, may joy arise, thus they spoke; 94. Of the solar race, the lotus-pond's sun, Of the Buddha-seed, the auspicious cool stream, Having gone forth, then in the sky, of his own mother, They caused to be taken, on both excellent bodies; 95. In their hands, four sons of the king of gods, Took him with soft, delicate, ancient lineage, From their palms, before the prostration, The ministers took him with a silken cloth; 96. From their hands, descending to the earth's surface, Standing in the eastern direction, the peerless Vipassi, Upwards, downwards, the four directions and intermediate directions, The entire world-system became a single courtyard; 97. "By you, there is none superior in the three worlds," With matted hair and crowns adorned on their heads, Having made their own joined palms in prostration, Brahmās, gods, asuras, and men praised him; 98. He, seeing no equal to himself in those directions, His feet unwearied by the removal of his feet, Having gone towards the northern direction, in the forest, Standing on the head of a risen lotus; 99. "I am the chief, I am the eldest of the world, I am the best, this is my last birth, I am wise, now there is no rebirth for me," He uttered the fearless speech, the lion's roar; 100. In the month of Vesakha, on a very auspicious day, on the full moon, in Vesakha, In the constellation's conjunction, with the teacher of the gods gone to the crab sign, Born was the Lord, his mind full of great compassion, From Māyā's womb, in a garden land adorned with flowering creepers; Thus, in the Jinavaṃsadīpa, composed by the ascetic named Medhānanda, a mine bestowing joy on the hearts of all poets, in the near section, the sixth chapter, the light on the account of the arising of the great Bodhisatta, a future Buddha, is completed. That mother of the Dhamma, the field of birth, The realm of opportunity, the world-sphere, Adorned with lotuses and lilies, Was filled with deities who had come to attend; 2. The assembly of gods and demons from the lotus seat, A gathering in one place in the world, Was the place for accepting the Jina's wheel, Without dispute, by gods and humans; 3. Announcing the attainment, Of the wisdom of the All-Knowing One,