Sexual Life in Ancient India: A Study in the Comparative History of Indian Culture v2.c20.98

v2.c20.98

“My son, devils here in the forest roam
In that same shape which is a wonder to behold,
Beyond compare in strength, sweet and lovely;
Their thought is always to hinder our penance.
Most fairly formed, they entice us to destruction,
My dear one, by ways manifold;
Of happiness and heaven these frightful beings
Deprive us holy Munis in the forests.
With them let the Muni have nought to do
That with self in check strives after heaven’s worlds;
They rejoice, the evil ones, when they hindrance
Bring to penitents. Ne’er let the penitent gaze on them.
Wicked and forbidden are the mazing drinks;
They are drunk by evil folk only.
And these scented, brightly coloured wreaths
Are not for Munis, the tradition tells us.”