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Dhammapada 8.3.p3

Dhammapadaṭṭhakathā 8.3.p3

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8.3.p3

Sā tato paṭṭhāya ‘‘sāmikaṃ ārādhessāmī’’ti sabbābharaṇapaṭimaṇḍitā sayameva tassa yāguādīni saṃvidahati, coro katipāhaccayena cintesi – ‘‘kadā nu kho imaṃ māretvā etissā ābharaṇāni gahetvā ekasmiṃ surāgehe vikkiṇitvā khādituṃ labhissāmī’’ti? So ‘‘attheko upāyo’’ti cintetvā āhāraṃ paṭikkhipitvā mañcake nipajji, atha naṃ sā upasaṅkamitvā ‘‘kiṃ te, sāmi, rujjatī’’ti pucchi. ‘‘Na kiñci me, bhaddeti, kacci pana me mātāpitaro tuyhaṃ kuddhā’’ti? ‘‘Na kujjhanti, bhadde’’ti. Atha ‘‘kiṃ nāmeta’’nti? ‘‘Bhadde, ahaṃ taṃ divasaṃ bandhitvā niyyamāno corapapāte adhivatthāya devatāya balikammaṃ paṭissuṇitvā jīvitaṃ labhiṃ, tvampi mayā tassā eva ānubhāvena laddhā, ‘taṃ me devatāya balikammaṃ ṭhapita’nti cintemi, bhadde’’ti. ‘‘Sāmi, mā cintayi, karissāmi balikammaṃ, vadehi, kenattho’’ti? ‘‘Appodakamadhupāyasena ca lājapañcamakapupphehi cā’’ti. ‘‘Sādhu, sāmi, ahaṃ paṭiyādessāmī’’ti sā sabbaṃ balikammaṃ paṭiyādetvā ‘‘ehi, sāmi, gacchāmā’’ti āha. ‘‘Tena hi, bhadde, tava ñātake nivattetvā mahagghāni vatthābharaṇāni gahetvā attānaṃ alaṅkarohi, hasantā kīḷantā sukhaṃ gamissāmā’’ti. Sā tathā akāsi.

He took to his bed and refused to eat. She came to him and asked, "Are you in pain?" "Not at all, wife." "Then perhaps my mother and father are angry with you?" "They are not angry with me, wife." "What is the matter, then?" "Wife, that day when I was bound and led through the streets, I saved my life by vowing an offering to the deity that lives on Robbers' Cliff; likewise it was through his supernatural power that I gained you for my wife. I was wondering how I could fulfill my vow of an offering to the deity." "Husband, do not worry; I will see to the offering; tell me what is needed." "Rich rice-porridge, flavored with honey; and the five kinds of flowers, including the lāja flower." "Very well, husband, I will make ready the offering."

Eugene Watson Burlingame 1921, Buddhist Legends (Harvard Oriental Series 28–30)

Having prepared the whole offering, she said to her husband, "Come, husband, let us go." "Very well, wife; let your kinsmen remain behind; put on your costly garments and adorn yourself with your precious jewels, and we will go gayly, laughing and disporting ourselves." She did as she was told. When they reached the foot of the mountain, the robber said to her, "Wife, from this point on let us two go alone; we will send back the rest of the company in a conveyance; you take the vessel containing the offering and carry it yourself." She did as she was told.

Eugene Watson Burlingame 1921, Buddhist Legends (Harvard Oriental Series 28–30)

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