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The Lord went to Kalyani with a great festival, together with the devas, Who can describe the method of their worship with one mouth? 694. Then, the delightful Ganges, with her son, approached him, Taking his lotus feet with waves like soft arms; 695. She washed his feet well, sp With flowers scattered all around, Then, gathering choice morsels, he cared for his body. 696. Then, the Teacher, entreated and revered by the Naga hosts, Went to the delightful pavilion, bringing joy to the mind. 697. Entering the center of the pavilion, on a great seat fit for the Buddha, He sat, illuminating the directions like the sun at dawn. 698. Then the monks sat down, each on his own seat, Illuminating the pavilion like a lake filled with lotuses. 699. The bees of people's eyes swarmed to the serene lotus face, Falling, taking in the fragrance of merit, they departed satisfied. 700. Likewise, the Nagas, with all the monks, in the ocean of the Sage's form, Were unable to cross to the other shore with the boat of their eye-jewels. 701. Then the people, together with the jewel-eyed Naga, respectfully, With their own hands, satisfied the Sugata with his Saṅgha with food and drink. 702. Then, having removed the bowl from the Tathagata's hand, He invited him, pleased with the meal, to give a discourse and approval. 703. Then the Teacher, with a voice like Brahma, emitting a divine sound, Making all the people understand the Dhamma with his own voice, 704. Thus the Victorious One taught the Dhamma, beginning with the impermanence of seats, Generating joy and delight, bringing the nectar of Nibbana. 705. Listen, O Nagas, in the ocean of existence, Difficult to cross, full of sinful sharks and crocodiles, When do people truly find a refuge, Without abandoning the Buddha, the firm, essential, vast raft? 706. Having obtained this rare opportunity, the appearance of the Sage, Do not be heedless, O Nagas, after so long, Birth, old age, death, and sorrowful lamentation, Will not depart from the one still caught in samsara. 707. Youth is like the beauty of a lotus, lasting only a short time, The life of people is more fleeting than a dewdrop on a blade of grass, Wealth brings the breaking of waves in the ocean, The mind is always burned by various flames of sorrow. 708. Even sages, foolish like birds, driven by passion, Attached to beauty even in unstable lotus blossoms, Met with misfortune in the past, having declined in meditation, Therefore, the wise do not become attached to form. 709. Driven by attachment to sound, the peacock in the past, Having heard A sweet-voiced, lovely-limbed deer, Fell into the hunter's hand through lives, therefore There is no sound like sorrow-making to people; 710. Leaving the pollen-dust on many flowers, A bee, maddened by intoxicating scent, went to the elephant's temple, Its delicate body broken by the elephant's ear-flap, There is no snare like scent in the three worlds; 711. Even a great fish, born in the deep ocean, Greedily swallowing the baited hook, Experiences immeasurable suffering, no satisfaction in tastes, Thinking "there is satisfaction," abandon greed for tastes; 712. Oh, pure being come from the Brahma-world, Even a Bodhisatta destined for Buddhahood, Declined through attachment to women, Therefore, there is no misfortune like sense-contact; 713. Even beings foolish, base, and lacking cause, Attained the excellent, essential city of release, through the power of the jewel of generosity, Snakes, delighting in giving, Who would not give, if wealthy, desiring auspiciousness? 714. Even a poisonous woman, guarding pure morality, Was a beloved queen in Indra's Nandanavana, Therefore, if you desire praised prosperity, Guard pure morality, truly, as your life; 715. Heaven is vast, crowded with jeweled mansions, Joyful, beautiful with intoxicated celestial maidens, Delightful with lotus-filled ponds, forests, and the like, There, immortals rejoice endlessly like gods; 716. More delightful than that, oh, beautiful Brahma-group, is bliss, More lovely than that, more esteemed is deathlessness, Therefore, wise people, always delighting in detachment, Strive constantly for the destruction of craving; 717. Thus, the blessed Sugata taught the excellent path of the Dhamma to the snakes, Hearing it, they rejoiced greatly and made great offerings with celestial flowers and the like, In that teaching, like a wish-fulfilling tree, beneficial things arose there, May that lord, that Dhamma, his children, and you protect it. The coming to Kalyāṇi. 718. On the king of mountains named Sumanā, Dwelling Sumedha, named Sumanā, Then the god, with his retinue, came To Kalyāṇi, together with the snakes. dhiṃ; 719. Having given the gift of the cause of release, Having heard the Dhamma, cool to the ear, With joyful heart, approaching the Buddha, Having bowed, I spoke thus with joined palms; 720. Not for snakes, nor for humans, Nor for the unblinking, nor for ancestors, But for the benefit of all, O Lord of the World, Are born in the world, the foremost in compassion; 721. Surely, we too are within your Compassion, therefore, for the sake of the snakes, O Wise One, in my dwelling, Place your foot, exceedingly pure with goodness; 722. That mountain which is seen to the east, Bearing the glory of the crest of the earth-courtyard, Samantakūṭa, O All-Seeing One, The world knows it as my dwelling; 723. Which is adorned with blue and various rows of forests, Filled with torrents of rain and mountain streams, With rows of yellowish-blue-red shoots, Shines forth like a rising cloud-peak; 724. Which, cleaving the ocean's water with its chest, Comes to bow at your feet, Shining like the wielder of the discus in the sky, Is a great, lofty, chief of mountains; 725. Bearing the Gangā as a bride, a diadem of peaks, A commander of the host of surrounding mountain ranges, That great king of the earth, the support of the earth, Is in the courtyard of the city of King Laṅkā; 726. With tusks like sprouts, peaks like painted pots, With hands pouring forth streams of various juices, Whose torrents of streams are like intoxicating flows, He shines like an elephant of the king of gods; 727. Where blossoming flower-clusters without gaps, And garlands of red sprouts and crests, And beautiful creepers embracing trunks and bodies, Stand like kings, the mountain caves; 728. Where celestial women, with rows of red lotus feet, Adorned with tinkling hand ornaments, With garlands of peacock-tail feathers and blue lotuses, Adorn the stone slabs like lotus seats; 729. Where maṅgura, pāṭhīna, savaṅka, siṅgu, Rohicca, muñjā, and Mara in the rainy season, Are played with by kulīra, nakkāda, and the unblinking, And daddara with red spots; 730. Where there is a constant sound made by Balāka, kādamba, and kadambaka birds, Like a drinking hall for sārasa birds, A place of auspicious dwelling for rows of swans; 731. Filled with continuous fragrance and joy, With fully blossomed kokāsa and lotuses, S With stalks like lotus, water-lily, and kerava, And heart all covered with kiñjakkha flowers; 732. Cool water, sweet, full to the brim, A region of earth adorned with lotus ponds, This mountain, which of old shines with pleasing form, Is indeed Samantakūṭa, that Samantakūṭa; 733. Where groves of shattered forests all around the rock Delight the minds of people who have come together, Madhuka, vaṭa, kareri, bodhi, jambīra, bhalli, Khadira, abhaya, kadamba, flowering sellu, palāsa; 734. Jackfruit, amata, pilakkha, kaṇhavaṇṭa, akkha, tamarind, Labuja, badari, nīpa, phandani, blue lotus, Makula, asana, piyāla, gaddabhaṇḍa, arjuna, Kamuka, salla, tindu, udumbara, assakaṇṇa; 735. Punnāga, campaka, dumuppala, pomegranate, Date palm, tāla, girimallika, asoka, tālā, Hintāla, nāga, nivula, yugapatta, ariṭṭha, Setamba, eravataka, and also ketakā; 736. Fully flowering bhaṇḍi, sumana, ajjaka, jasmine, Vāsanti, cittaka, japā, ravimālatī, Kundassa, amāraka, kuraṇḍaka, bījapūra, Sephālikā, and tiṇasūla, samīraṇā; 737. Vocu, cju, kīcaka, haliddi, viḷaṅgi, bimbi, Nīlī, vacā, ativisālābu, and nāgavallī, Vallīha, sārada, aparājitavāru, sīrā, Adorned is it with many forest groves of fruits and such; 738. Some trees stand there, scattering fragrance, And some there are laden with sweet fruits, Creepers swaying, laden with fruits and shoots, And some look beautiful, supporting branches on their trunks; 739. In Samanta, the crowds of people and the trees Continually delight, shattered and bearing fruit, They seem to call out to those within sight With young, reddish shoots stirred by the wind; 740. In that forest, the forest spirits with their beautiful consorts On pleasant stone slabs, in pools, and on sandy shores, Dance, play stringed instruments and drums, And sing, ever intoxicated with garlands; 741. The Siddhas and the Siddha women, here and there, Play, delighting in the taste of flowers, fruits, leaves, and juices, They dwell there in the beauty of mountain and forest, United with meditation. Even without the heat of asceticism. 742. In that forest deer, rohita, puṇḍarīka, Gokaṇṇa, salla, hare, jackal, and boar, Branch-apes, deer, babbu, ruru, kuruṅga, Iguana, rat, pampaka, monkeys, and many gavaya; 743. They, in groups, wandering, hayamārakādī, Various quadrupeds, delighted, dwell, Birds too, kosiya, dove, blue-necked, Dhaṅkā, ṭa, quail, cuckoo, and honey-bee; 744. Nijjivha, dindiha, cakora, sāḷikā, Cakkavha, parrot, kurara, kulalā, and kite, Many birds, with colorful plumage, sweet-sounding, Gathering, where they dwell, of delightful form; 745. Their forest edge then, like a theater stage, Like a concert hall it was, for singers, Like a drinking place, for beasts and birds, Ever-festive, delightful, pleasing to the eye; 746. Thus, adorned with a forest range,