Dighanikaya 0.48

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Tatra sudaṃ āyasmā ānando aniccatādipaṭisaṃyuttāya dhammiyākathāya taṃ mahājanaṃ saññāpetvā jetavanaṃ pavisitvā dasabalena vasitagandhakuṭiṃ vanditvā dvāraṃ vivaritvā mañcapīṭhaṃ nīharitvā papphoṭetvā gandhakuṭiṃ sammajjitvā milātamālākacavaraṃ chaḍḍetvā mañcapīṭhaṃ atiharitvā puna yathāṭhāne ṭhapetvā bhagavato ṭhitakāle karaṇīyaṃ vattaṃ sabbamakāsi. Kurumāno ca nhānakoṭṭhakasammajjanaudakupaṭṭhāpanādikālesu gandhakuṭiṃ vanditvā – ‘‘nanu bhagavā, ayaṃ tumhākaṃ nhānakālo, ayaṃ dhammadesanākālo, ayaṃ bhikkhūnaṃ ovādadānakālo, ayaṃ sīhaseyyakappanakālo, ayaṃ mukhadhovanakālo’’tiādinā nayena paridevamānova akāsi, yathā taṃ bhagavato guṇagaṇāmatarasaññutāya patiṭṭhitapemo ceva akhīṇāsavo ca anekesu ca jātisatasahassesu aññamaññassūpakārasañjanitacittamaddavo. Tamenaṃ aññatarā devatā – ‘‘bhante, ānanda, tumhe evaṃ paridevamānā kathaṃ aññe assāsessathā’’ti saṃvejesi. So tassā vacanena saṃviggahadayo santhambhitvā tathāgatassa parinibbānato pabhuti ṭhānanisajjabahulattā ussannadhātukaṃ kāyaṃ samassāsetuṃ dutiyadivase khīravirecanaṃ pivitvā vihāreyeva nisīdi. Yaṃ sandhāya subhena māṇavena pahitaṃ māṇavakaṃ etadavoca –

There indeed, Venerable Ānanda, having calmed that multitude with a Dhamma talk connected with impermanence and the like, entered the Jetavana, paid homage to the perfumed chamber where the Ten-Powered One had dwelt, opened the door, brought out the couch and chair, dusted them, swept the perfumed chamber, threw out the faded flowers and rubbish, brought back the couch and chair, replaced them in their proper place, and carried out every duty that was to be done in the time the Blessed One was present. And while carrying them out, at the times of sweeping the bathhouse, setting out water, and so forth, he paid homage to the perfumed chamber and, lamenting in such ways as, 'Ah, Blessed One, is this not your bathing time? Is this not your time for teaching Dhamma? Is this not your time for giving admonition to the monks? Is this not your time for taking the lion's posture? Is this not your time for washing the face?' he did so—as was natural for one whose love was established through knowing the immortal flavor of the Blessed One's host of virtues, one who was not yet free from cankers, and one whose gentleness of mind had been produced through mutual aid across many hundreds of thousands of rebirths. Then a certain deity stirred him with urgency, saying: 'Venerable Ānanda, while you yourself are lamenting like this, how will you console others?' His heart stirred with urgency by her words, he composed himself, and in order to relieve his body, in which the bodily humors had become disturbed because of much standing and sitting since the Tathāgata's final passing, on the next day he drank a milk purgative and sat right in the monastery. In reference to this, he said this to the youth sent by the young man Subha: