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Collection: Part 10 · VIDEHA MITHILA MAITHILI DISCUSSION CRITICISM SERIES PART 10
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0:00–0:34विश्द नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाट
0:34–0:40What is this now? At your age, do you truly want to stage a farce before a crowd of young
0:40–0:42fellows crazed with drink?
0:42–0:47Yes. That is exactly the matter.
0:47–0:53Then bring some young actress who will throw herself into it and enjoy doing it as well.
0:53–0:56I intend to perform it with you.
0:56–1:00Did that other woman teach you to say this before sending you here?
1:00–1:02Let us leave her out of this.
1:02–1:08As the two of us go to the royal court, we shall receive great honors from the king.
1:08–1:11You had better leave such grand speeches to someone else.
1:11–1:18Perhaps, but with your acting you will plunge the audience into a boundless ocean of delight.
1:18–1:20Then the revered king has granted permission?
1:20–1:23Yes.
1:23–1:27What reward shall I give you for bringing such good news?
1:27–1:30Your happiness is reward enough.
1:30–1:32What more could I want?
1:32–1:35Which play do you propose to present?
1:35–1:39I have just told you, the farce of drunken revelry.
1:39–1:44Whatever I say seems to agree with his thoughts, so even my anger appears perfectly natural
1:44–1:45to him.
1:45–1:48Who is the victorious author of this play?
1:48–1:51Listen, my dear.
1:51–1:55He is none other than our own Srimahendravrahman, king among kings.
1:55–2:00He has conquered lust, anger, pride, envy, and every such failing.
2:00–2:05Equal in mind, he mingles freely with ordinary people.
2:05–2:09In wealth he surpasses Kabura and in courage he outshines Indra.
2:09–2:14With gracious conduct enable governance, he administers his beautiful kingdom, the very
2:14–2:17Mount Meru of the Pao Lava line.
2:17–2:22Son of Sri Vishnu Sema, that Emperor of emperors is the author of this play.
2:22–2:24Then why delay?
2:24–2:28We should present this marvelous play at once.
2:28–2:29Forgive me.
2:29–2:33Our tradition requires that the performance begin only after we have praised the glory
2:33–2:36of our grandfather.
2:36–2:38My beloved Dev Soma.
2:38–2:44It sounds as though the young Kapalaka who wanders about with a skull bowl is drunk.
2:44–2:47The stage manager and the actress exit.
2:47–2:53End of the prologue.
2:53–2:57The young Kapalaka Satya Soma enters with his companion Dev Soma.
2:57–3:05Dev Summa. It is true that through the power of austerity a person may assume any form.
3:05–3:13Yet by your wow you have taken on an entirely new form. A face that gleams like a cluster
3:13–3:20of pearls, beautiful brows, tender lips, no words can describe your beauty.
3:20–3:25My lord, you are speaking to me as though I were the drunk one.
3:25–3:28What did you say, my dear?
3:28–3:32My lord, the whole world is spinning like a top.
3:32–3:34I am afraid I shall fall.
3:34–3:36Hold me.
3:36–3:39Of course, my dear.
3:39–3:42He tries to catch her, but falls himself.
3:42–3:49Soundeva, when I came forward to study you, why did you run away?
3:49–3:51Are you angry with me?
3:51–3:54Yes, Soundeva is angry.
3:54–3:58Even if you bow your head and plead, he will not relent.
3:58–4:02You are Somdevah, are you not?
4:02–4:04He thinks for a moment.
4:04–4:09No, no. You are Devsoma.
4:09–4:16What a performance. You love Somdevah so much that you could not even remember my name.
4:16–4:25My dearest, it was merely a slip of the tongue. The true culprit is my drunkenness.
4:25–4:27Thank the gods, it is not you.
4:27–4:36Has my habit of drinking caused me so much misery? From this very moment I shall give up liquor.
4:36–4:44No, no, my lord. Do not break your vow for my sake and lose the fruit of your austerities.
4:44–4:46She falls at his feet.
4:46–5:05Marvelous! Marvelous! Glory to Lord Shiva! Glory to Shiva, bearer of the Trident, for whom drinking wine and delighting in a beloved backslash as beauty opened the road to liberation. Glory to Lord Shiva!
5:05–5:13My Lord, do not say that. The Shramana Mums describe a different part to liberation.
5:13–5:16My dear, they are atheists.
5:16–5:21Stop! Even saying that is sinful.
5:21–5:25Yes, yes. Let us abandon such sinful conduct.
5:25–5:30Those fallen creatures are not even worth accusing.
5:30–5:37They shave their heads and renounce the world, yet still make rules about when they may eat.
5:37–5:45eat. To atone for having praised such atheists, I shall purify my mouth with wine.
5:45–5:51Then let us go to another tavern. Very well, my dear.
5:51–5:57They walk on. Ah! How magnificent and prosperous the city
5:57–6:04of Kachis. Sweet rhythms of the Murudanga drift from the temple beneath the golden spire
6:04–6:12of Ekambarishwara. The flower seller's backslash shops look like spring itself made visible.
6:12–6:20The delicate music of young women backslash as antlets brings the God of love to mind.
6:20–6:25My Lord, this gachi is as delicious as the nectar of heaven.
6:25–6:34My dear, look. Look? How conveniently this tavern stands beside the sacrificial hall.
6:34–6:39See that tall flagstaff. It is the pillar of the sacred fire altar.
6:39–6:46The wine we drink is Soma. The drinking ball is a holy vessel.
6:46–6:53Roasted meat is the sacrificial offering. Drunken Babel is the chanting of the Yazurveda.
6:53–7:00Song is the hymn of the Samaveda. This leather bag is the sack that preserves the reward
7:00–7:09of the sacrifice. Penance is the sacred fire and the tavern keeper is the officiating priest.
7:09–7:14Whatever offering enters my begging ball is Lord Shiva backslash, a share of the sacrificial
7:14–7:20reward. Ah! What delight there is in dancing drunk.
7:20–7:26The body swaying to the drumbeat, the sweet voice, the darting eyes, the dhoti and upper
7:26–7:30clothe moving in rhythm how marvellous.
7:30–7:34Ah! My lord is a true connoisseur of pleasure.
7:34–7:38O'er this divine drink into the ball.
7:38–7:42Do not worry about the dignity of our clothes.
7:42–7:46When hearts meet, people become one.
7:46–7:52Young men and women cast off restraint and turn into warriors.
7:52–7:54Long live love.
7:54–8:01What need is there for words? It is false that Lord Shiva opened his third eye and burned
8:01–8:08Madhana, the God of Love. Madhana melted into water of his own accord, and we are the ones
8:08–8:11burning in that flame.
8:11–8:16Perhaps. But a God who acts for the welfare of all beings would not reduce the world
8:16–8:18to ashes.
8:18–8:22They slap their own cheeks and pray for forgiveness.
8:22–8:28Arms, noble sir or lady. Please give arms.
8:28–8:30Holy sir, here.
8:30–8:36I accept backslash. My dear, where is my skull-bicking ball?
8:36–8:39I have not seen it either.
8:39–8:47Ah! I must have left it in the first tavern. Come, let us go and look.
8:47–8:53My lord! It would be sinful to refuse arms being offered with such respect.
8:53–8:55What shall we do now?
8:55–8:59My dear, this is an emergency.
8:59–9:02Receive it in the drinking hall.
9:02–9:05Very well, my lord!
9:05–9:08She receives the arms in the hall.
9:08–9:12They search around for some time.
9:12–9:15What? It is not here.
9:15–9:17despairing.
9:17–9:22Oh Gods, have you seen my begging ball?
9:22–9:26What did you say? You have not?
9:26–9:30I am undone. All my hopes are shattered.
9:30–9:34How can I live as a Kapalika now?
9:34–9:36What misery?
9:36–9:39He falls to the ground and beats his head.
9:39–9:44Very well. This is all a test.
9:44–9:51If I no longer wear the title backslash, Kapalika, backslash, I lose nothing else.
9:51–9:53He rises.
9:53–9:57My lord, who could have taken your begging bowl?
9:57–10:02My dear, there was a piece of roasted meat in it.
10:02–10:07A dog or a Buddhist monk may have carried it away.
10:07–10:09Then come.
10:09–10:12Let us search the whole city of Kachi.
10:12–10:15Come, my dear.
10:15–10:18They wander about and return.
10:18–10:22A Buddhist monk enters carrying a coconut shell bowl.
10:22–10:24Ah!
10:24–10:28The generosity of the merchant Danadasa surpasses that of every other donor.
10:28–10:31What delicious food!
10:31–10:34Mouth-watering fish curry and other delicacies.
10:34–10:37It was a deeply satisfying meal.
10:37–10:40Now I shall go to the royal monastery.
10:40–10:43walks about speaking to himself.
10:43–10:45Ah.
10:45–10:49Residents in the Royal Palace sleep on a soft bed, a morning meal, a delicious evening
10:49–10:55drink, five fragrant beetle rolls, fine garments, and every other comfort, the booed up omitted
10:55–10:57all of these.
10:57–10:59But why not wine and women?
10:59–11:05Some useless old bookmakers, jealous of young men, must have removed both from the curriculum.
11:05–11:09Where can I find the original scripture in which they were not omitted?
11:09–11:13If I found it, I could reveal the Buddha backslash Vess complete teaching to everyone and do
11:13–11:15the whole world a service.
11:15–11:17Could I not?
11:17–11:20He continues to wonder about.
11:20–11:24My Lord, look at that saffron-robed man.
11:24–11:29He keeps glancing about with the thief backslash, his eyes and hiding among innocent people
11:29–11:31as he comes this way.
11:31–11:34You are right, my dear.
11:34–11:39Besides, he is concealing something in his hand.
11:39–11:43My lord, we should stop him and question him.
11:43–11:46Very well, my dear backslash.
11:46–11:50Hey, monk! Stop!
11:50–11:52Who is calling me like that?
11:52–11:58Oh backslash, it is that wicked, good-for-nothing Kapalaka from the Akambureshvara temple.
11:58–12:01I shall not become entangled in his mischief.
12:01–12:04He hurries forward.
12:04–12:08My dear, I have found my begging ball.
12:08–12:11See how he ran the moment he saw me.
12:11–12:14That proves he is the thief.
12:14–12:19He rushes ahead and blocks the monk back slash S path.
12:19–12:20Ah!
12:20–12:23Where will you go now?
12:23–12:25Brother Kapalika!
12:25–12:27Do not behave like this.
12:27–12:29It is improper.
12:29–12:31Aside!
12:31–12:32Ah!
12:32–12:35What a beautiful sister!
12:35–12:36You there?
12:36–12:44Show me at once. What are you hiding in your robe? I must see it.
12:44–12:49What do I have? Only my begging bowl.
12:49–12:52That is exactly what I want to see.
12:52–12:59Brother, this is improper. I am required to keep my begging bowl concealed.
12:59–13:06Quite right. The Buddha taught that clothes are worn chiefly for concealing things.
13:06–13:09Yes, that is true.
13:09–13:11That is truth.
13:11–13:14I want to hear the real truth.
13:14–13:16Enough joking.
13:16–13:18Let me go.
13:18–13:21It is time for the arms round.
13:21–13:23He moves forward.
13:23–13:25You fraud.
13:25–13:27Where are you going?
13:27–13:30Give me back my skull-baking ball.
13:30–13:35He seizes the edge of the monk backslash, S-robe and pulls.
13:35–13:37I take refuge in the Buddha.
13:37–13:44Say, backslash, I take refuge in the master of the art of theft, backslash.
13:44–13:46Forgive the offence.
13:46–13:48Forgive the offence.
13:48–13:52Why should a good holy man not be forgiven?
13:52–13:55My lord, you are exhausted.
13:55–13:59Searching for a missing skull ball is no easy task.
13:59–14:03Drink some wine from this horn and regain your strength.
14:03–14:06Then you can continue the argument.
14:06–14:08Very well.
14:08–14:11Devasoma gives him wine.
14:11–14:15My dear, you two must refresh yourself.
14:15–14:18Very well, my lord.
14:18–14:21She drinks as well.
14:21–14:25We have crossed paths with this man, never mind.
14:25–14:30Offer the remaining wine to this venerable monk as well.
14:30–14:32As my lord commands.
14:32–14:36Reverend sir, please accept it.
14:36–14:38What effortless good fortune.
14:38–14:41The trouble is that people may see me.
14:41–14:43No, thank you.
14:43–14:46I am not permitted to drink wine.
14:46–14:51As he speaks, he moistened his lips with his tongue.
14:51–14:56Go on. Where else will you find such an opportunity?
14:56–15:03My dear, this man backslash is unbridled tongue is exposing his true desire.
15:03–15:05Have you no compassion?
15:05–15:11If I feel compassion, how shall I free myself from desire?
15:11–15:15Once you are free from desire, you will also be free from anger.
15:15–15:22If you return what belongs to me, I shall certainly be free from anger.
15:22–15:24What belongs to you?
15:24–15:26My Skull Begging Ball.
15:26–15:29What Skull Begging Ball?
15:29–15:35He asks backslash, what Skull Begging Ball? Backslash, like a child.
15:35–15:38Could he actually be telling the truth?
15:38–15:44Sweet Doc will not work on him. We shall have to take it by force.
15:44–15:47You are right, my dear.
15:47–15:51They both try to seize the Begging Ball.
15:51–15:55Filthy Kapalaka. May you perish.
15:55–15:58Ah! He kicked me.
15:58–16:02Wordless man, this will cost you your life.
16:02–16:11She lunges to seize the monk by the hair, but because his head is shaved she loses her balance and falls.
16:11–16:15One must praise the Buddha backslash a mess rule of shaving the head.
16:15–16:18Rise, sister.
16:18–16:21He offers his hand and helps her up.
16:21–16:23Look, good people.
16:23–16:32Look at Naksina, who calls himself a holy monk, yet holds the hand of my young companion.
16:32–16:35Brother, do not say such things.
16:35–16:38It is my duty to help anyone in distress.
16:38–16:43Is that truly a rule in the Bugha-back-slash-S law?
16:43–16:44Very well.
16:44–16:47I fell first, did I not?
16:47–16:49Let that pass.
16:49–16:54Now the skull inside your head shall become my begging ball.
16:54–16:57They all begin to fight.
16:57–17:00Assault. Assault.
17:00–17:03O Gods, see for yourselves.
17:03–17:08This man calls himself a yogi, steals my begging ball,
17:08–17:11and then cries out against me.
17:11–17:14Very well, I shall shout too.
17:14–17:16Injustice.
17:16–17:18Injustice.
17:18–17:22At that moment, a Pashupata ascetic enters.
17:22–17:27Babru Kalpa, Satya Soma, why are you shouting like this?
17:27–17:38Babru Kalpa, this man who calls himself a monk and holy man has not only stolen my begging ball, but refuses to return it.
17:38–17:41The gods have accomplished exactly what I wanted.
17:41–17:45With this Kapalaka backslash's help I can beat my enemy senseless.
17:45–17:48Nagasena is what he says true.
17:48–17:52Sir, are you taking his side as well?
17:52–17:54Not to take what has not been given.
17:54–17:57This is my principle to keep away from idle speech.
17:57–18:00This is my principle to keep away from abuse.
18:00–18:03This is my principle not to eat at the wrong time.
18:03–18:08This is my principle I take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha.
18:08–18:10Such a soma!
18:10–18:13His discipline and conduct bear witness for him.
18:13–18:14What answer do you have?
18:14–18:19To keep away from idle speech, this is my principle.
18:19–18:23Both of you are right. How can this dispute be resolved?
18:23–18:27Why would a follower of the Buddha even touch a vessel of wine?
18:27–18:32An imaginary argument cannot serve as the basis of an accusation.
18:32–18:38No argument can stand against what is plainly visible before us.
18:38–18:40What is visible?
18:40–18:45Sir, look there, the skull-begging ball he has hidden in his robe.
18:45–18:47You heard her.
18:47–18:51Sir, this bowl belongs to no one else.
18:51–18:54Then show it to us.
18:54–18:56Very well.
18:56–18:58He reveals the bowl.
18:58–19:07O Maheshwar, behold the injustice done to a Kapalika and the virtue of a Buddhist monk.
19:07–19:11Not to take what has not been given. This is my principle.
19:11–19:15To keep away from idle speech. This is my principle.
19:15–19:19To keep away from abuse. This is my principle.
19:19–19:23Not to eat at the wrong time. This is my principle.
19:23–19:28The Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha are my refuge.
19:28–19:32The monk and the Kapalika both begin to sway.
19:32–19:36Ah! The man who ought to be ashamed is dancing.
19:36–19:40What? Who is dancing?
19:40–19:41Of course.
19:41–19:50My missing begging ball has now appeared and in this sweet breeze the wine of weariness is swaying.
19:50–19:54Seeing that, you imagine that I am dancing.
19:54–19:57Sir, have you not seen its colour?
19:57–19:59Why are you silent?
19:59–20:01What is there to see?
20:01–20:03I have seen it.
20:03–20:05It is blacker than a crow.
20:06–20:08Then you admit that it is mine.
20:09–20:17Yes, yes. I admit your chameleon nature just as a red lotus turns white in sunlight.
20:18–20:27I am Unden. Our sacred begging ball has turned black from touching this man backslash as black robe. What shall we do now?
20:28–20:30She begins to weep.
20:30–20:36Do not worry, my dear. We shall wash and dry it.
20:36–20:44Just as we cleanse our sins through the power of austerity, so shall we purify our begging ball.
20:44–20:49Babru Kalpa, is this not written in the Agama scriptures?
20:49–20:53Yes. According to the Agamas, it is true.
20:53–20:59Very well. The colour came from me, but what about its shape, size and form?
20:59–21:03you descended from the great Goddess?
21:03–21:05How long must I argue with you?
21:05–21:08Here, sir, take it.
21:08–21:09Good.
21:09–21:14So the Buddha has become a great giver.
21:14–21:18If this continues, where shall I find refuge?
21:18–21:22In the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha of course.
21:22–21:25I cannot settle this dispute.
21:25–21:27Let us go to court.
21:27–21:32My Lord, if we go there, we shall certainly lose our skull-bedding ball.
21:32–21:34Why do you say that?
21:34–21:38This man lives in a monastery with every comfort.
21:38–21:42With his accumulated wealth, he will silence every judge.
21:42–21:46All we own are the clothes on our backs.
21:46–21:48How can we fight him in court?
21:48–21:50Do not speak so.
21:50–21:54An honest person will certainly receive justice in that court.
21:54–21:58as the pillar support the building, the judges support justice.
21:58–22:04That is enough for me. An honest person has nothing to fear.
22:04–22:08Sir, lead the way.
22:08–22:10Certainly backslash.
22:10–22:15They all exit. At that moment, a madman enters.
22:15–22:20There, there he is, that wicked dog. He is running away with the skull begging bowl
22:20–22:23in his mouth, along with a piece of roasted meat.
22:23–22:25Hey, idler!
22:25–22:27Where are you going?
22:27–22:30Now he has dropped it and is coming toward me.
22:30–22:32He looks around.
22:32–22:35I shall break his teeth with this stone.
22:35–22:38Worthless dog, why did you drop the skull and run?
22:38–22:40Do you want to defeat me in Valor?
22:40–22:42I backslash.
22:42–22:45I shall ride a stray boar through the sky.
22:45–22:48I defeated the elephant Eravada by wielding the ocean as a weapon.
22:48–22:51Hey, fool, what did you say?
22:51–22:53That all this is a lie.
22:53–22:56Then this ugly frog is my witness.
22:56–22:57What?
22:57–23:01A man renowned for Valor throughout the three worlds needs no witness.
23:01–23:03Very well.
23:03–23:06Then I shall eat the piece of meat the dog left behind.
23:06–23:10He eats it and immediately becomes intoxicated.
23:10–23:13My own tears are beating me.
23:13–23:16He looks around and weeps.
23:16–23:17Who is beating me?
23:17–23:19You worthless people!
23:19–23:25Just as Gadokacha is Bhima backslash best nephew, I too am somebody backslash best nephew.
23:25–23:29Do not torment me for this piece of meat.
23:29–23:31He looks around.
23:31–23:33My teacher Surinandi is over there.
23:33–23:36I shall go to him.
23:36–23:38He rungs.
23:38–23:39Take care.
23:39–23:41That madman is coming this way.
23:41–23:44I shall go to that man.
23:44–23:45He approaches.
23:45–23:52Sir, accept this skull begging bowl, which I obtained from a low-born, high-ranking dog.
23:52–23:54Give it to the person who deserves it.
23:54–23:57Holy sir, accept it gladly.
23:57–24:01This venerable poshupata is the proper recipient.
24:01–24:05The madman comes before the kapalika, places the skull begging bowl.
24:05–24:11Down, circles him counter-clockwise, and falls at his feet.
24:11–24:13My lord, may your happiness increase.
24:13–24:16A thousand salutations.
24:16–24:19This is my skull-bicking ball.
24:19–24:21Yes.
24:21–24:27By the grace of the gods, I am a Kapalika once again.
24:27–24:30He moves toward the bowl.
24:30–24:32Get away, you idler.
24:32–24:34Go eat poison.
24:34–24:37He snatches up the skull and runs.
24:37–24:42This servant of yum is carrying away my very life.
24:42–24:45Both of you save me.
24:45–24:46Very well.
24:46–24:49We shall help you.
24:49–24:51They all run.
24:51–24:53Stop.
24:53–24:55Why are you stopping me?
24:55–24:59Give me back my skull begging ball and go.
24:59–25:01Fool.
25:01–25:02Can you not see?
25:02–25:04This is a golden ball.
25:04–25:08Who made such a golden ball?
25:08–25:11I call it a golden ball because it was made by the brother-in-law of the goldsmith who
25:11–25:21wears clothes of gold. What are you saying? That this is a golden bowl. What? He is mad.
25:21–25:27I hear that title quite often. Here, take it. He gives the skull-begging bowl to the
25:27–25:38Kapalika. Now he has gone behind that wall. Hurry after him. What an honor. The madman
25:38–25:47hurries away. Ah! Marvelous! I am delighted by the good fortune that has befallen my enemy.
25:47–25:53Having devoted all my time to austerity and surrendered myself to Maheshwar at the sight
25:53–25:59of this sacred vessel my heart grows calm and reaches his feet.
25:59–26:05My lord! To my eyes, you are as cool and soothing as the evening moon.
26:05–26:09By good fortune, the victory is yours.
26:09–26:13This happy outcome is all thanks to you.
26:13–26:16One who is innocent has nothing to fear.
26:16–26:20That is why this Buddhist monk escaped the tiger-backslash as jaws.
26:20–26:24At morning prayer I shall remember my friend-backslash as good fortune.
26:24–26:27The Pashupata exits.
26:27–26:32Nag Sena, forgive me for my mistake.
26:32–26:33Think nothing of it.
26:33–26:36What can I do to please you?
26:36–26:41If you are pleased with me, what more could I ask?
26:41–26:43Shall I take my leave?
26:43–26:45Very well.
26:45–26:48We shall meet again.
26:48–26:49Very well.
26:49–26:52He begins to leave.
26:52–26:55Come, my dear Dev Soma.
26:55–26:57We too should go.
26:57–27:01The Kapalika and Devasoma exit.
27:01–27:05sends the matavila sa prahasanam.

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विश्द नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाट What is this now? At your age, do you truly want to stage a farce before a crowd of young fellows crazed with drink? Yes. That is exactly the matter. Then bring some young actress who will throw herself into it and enjoy doing it as well. I intend to perform it with you. Did that other woman teach you to say this before sending you here? Let us leave her out of this. As the two of us go to the royal court, we shall receive great honors from the king. You had better leave such grand speeches to someone else. Perhaps, but with your acting you will plunge the audience into a boundless ocean of delight. Then the revered king has granted permission? Yes. What reward shall I give you for bringing such good news? Your happiness is reward enough. What more could I want? Which play do you propose to present? I have just told you, the farce of drunken revelry. Whatever I say seems to agree with his thoughts, so even my anger appears perfectly natural to him. Who is the victorious author of this play? Listen, my dear. He is none other than our own Srimahendravrahman, king among kings. He has conquered lust, anger, pride, envy, and every such failing. Equal in mind, he mingles freely with ordinary people. In wealth he surpasses Kabura and in courage he outshines Indra. With gracious conduct enable governance, he administers his beautiful kingdom, the very Mount Meru of the Pao Lava line. Son of Sri Vishnu Sema, that Emperor of emperors is the author of this play. Then why delay? We should present this marvelous play at once. Forgive me. Our tradition requires that the performance begin only after we have praised the glory of our grandfather. My beloved Dev Soma. It sounds as though the young Kapalaka who wanders about with a skull bowl is drunk. The stage manager and the actress exit. End of the prologue. The young Kapalaka Satya Soma enters with his companion Dev Soma. Dev Summa. It is true that through the power of austerity a person may assume any form. Yet by your wow you have taken on an entirely new form. A face that gleams like a cluster of pearls, beautiful brows, tender lips, no words can describe your beauty. My lord, you are speaking to me as though I were the drunk one. What did you say, my dear? My lord, the whole world is spinning like a top. I am afraid I shall fall. Hold me. Of course, my dear. He tries to catch her, but falls himself. Soundeva, when I came forward to study you, why did you run away? Are you angry with me? Yes, Soundeva is angry. Even if you bow your head and plead, he will not relent. You are Somdevah, are you not? He thinks for a moment. No, no. You are Devsoma. What a performance. You love Somdevah so much that you could not even remember my name. My dearest, it was merely a slip of the tongue. The true culprit is my drunkenness. Thank the gods, it is not you. Has my habit of drinking caused me so much misery? From this very moment I shall give up liquor. No, no, my lord. Do not break your vow for my sake and lose the fruit of your austerities. She falls at his feet. Marvelous! Marvelous! Glory to Lord Shiva! Glory to Shiva, bearer of the Trident, for whom drinking wine and delighting in a beloved backslash as beauty opened the road to liberation. Glory to Lord Shiva! My Lord, do not say that. The Shramana Mums describe a different part to liberation. My dear, they are atheists. Stop! Even saying that is sinful. Yes, yes. Let us abandon such sinful conduct. Those fallen creatures are not even worth accusing. They shave their heads and renounce the world, yet still make rules about when they may eat. eat. To atone for having praised such atheists, I shall purify my mouth with wine. Then let us go to another tavern. Very well, my dear. They walk on. Ah! How magnificent and prosperous the city of Kachis. Sweet rhythms of the Murudanga drift from the temple beneath the golden spire of Ekambarishwara. The flower seller's backslash shops look like spring itself made visible. The delicate music of young women backslash as antlets brings the God of love to mind. My Lord, this gachi is as delicious as the nectar of heaven. My dear, look. Look? How conveniently this tavern stands beside the sacrificial hall. See that tall flagstaff. It is the pillar of the sacred fire altar. The wine we drink is Soma. The drinking ball is a holy vessel. Roasted meat is the sacrificial offering. Drunken Babel is the chanting of the Yazurveda. Song is the hymn of the Samaveda. This leather bag is the sack that preserves the reward of the sacrifice. Penance is the sacred fire and the tavern keeper is the officiating priest. Whatever offering enters my begging ball is Lord Shiva backslash, a share of the sacrificial reward. Ah! What delight there is in dancing drunk. The body swaying to the drumbeat, the sweet voice, the darting eyes, the dhoti and upper clothe moving in rhythm how marvellous. Ah! My lord is a true connoisseur of pleasure. O'er this divine drink into the ball. Do not worry about the dignity of our clothes. When hearts meet, people become one. Young men and women cast off restraint and turn into warriors. Long live love. What need is there for words? It is false that Lord Shiva opened his third eye and burned Madhana, the God of Love. Madhana melted into water of his own accord, and we are the ones burning in that flame. Perhaps. But a God who acts for the welfare of all beings would not reduce the world to ashes. They slap their own cheeks and pray for forgiveness. Arms, noble sir or lady. Please give arms. Holy sir, here. I accept backslash. My dear, where is my skull-bicking ball? I have not seen it either. Ah! I must have left it in the first tavern. Come, let us go and look. My lord! It would be sinful to refuse arms being offered with such respect. What shall we do now? My dear, this is an emergency. Receive it in the drinking hall. Very well, my lord! She receives the arms in the hall. They search around for some time. What? It is not here. despairing. Oh Gods, have you seen my begging ball? What did you say? You have not? I am undone. All my hopes are shattered. How can I live as a Kapalika now? What misery? He falls to the ground and beats his head. Very well. This is all a test. If I no longer wear the title backslash, Kapalika, backslash, I lose nothing else. He rises. My lord, who could have taken your begging bowl? My dear, there was a piece of roasted meat in it. A dog or a Buddhist monk may have carried it away. Then come. Let us search the whole city of Kachi. Come, my dear. They wander about and return. A Buddhist monk enters carrying a coconut shell bowl. Ah! The generosity of the merchant Danadasa surpasses that of every other donor. What delicious food! Mouth-watering fish curry and other delicacies. It was a deeply satisfying meal. Now I shall go to the royal monastery. walks about speaking to himself. Ah. Residents in the Royal Palace sleep on a soft bed, a morning meal, a delicious evening drink, five fragrant beetle rolls, fine garments, and every other comfort, the booed up omitted all of these. But why not wine and women? Some useless old bookmakers, jealous of young men, must have removed both from the curriculum. Where can I find the original scripture in which they were not omitted? If I found it, I could reveal the Buddha backslash Vess complete teaching to everyone and do the whole world a service. Could I not? He continues to wonder about. My Lord, look at that saffron-robed man. He keeps glancing about with the thief backslash, his eyes and hiding among innocent people as he comes this way. You are right, my dear. Besides, he is concealing something in his hand. My lord, we should stop him and question him. Very well, my dear backslash. Hey, monk! Stop! Who is calling me like that? Oh backslash, it is that wicked, good-for-nothing Kapalaka from the Akambureshvara temple. I shall not become entangled in his mischief. He hurries forward. My dear, I have found my begging ball. See how he ran the moment he saw me. That proves he is the thief. He rushes ahead and blocks the monk back slash S path. Ah! Where will you go now? Brother Kapalika! Do not behave like this. It is improper. Aside! Ah! What a beautiful sister! You there? Show me at once. What are you hiding in your robe? I must see it. What do I have? Only my begging bowl. That is exactly what I want to see. Brother, this is improper. I am required to keep my begging bowl concealed. Quite right. The Buddha taught that clothes are worn chiefly for concealing things. Yes, that is true. That is truth. I want to hear the real truth. Enough joking. Let me go. It is time for the arms round. He moves forward. You fraud. Where are you going? Give me back my skull-baking ball. He seizes the edge of the monk backslash, S-robe and pulls. I take refuge in the Buddha. Say, backslash, I take refuge in the master of the art of theft, backslash. Forgive the offence. Forgive the offence. Why should a good holy man not be forgiven? My lord, you are exhausted. Searching for a missing skull ball is no easy task. Drink some wine from this horn and regain your strength. Then you can continue the argument. Very well. Devasoma gives him wine. My dear, you two must refresh yourself. Very well, my lord. She drinks as well. We have crossed paths with this man, never mind. Offer the remaining wine to this venerable monk as well. As my lord commands. Reverend sir, please accept it. What effortless good fortune. The trouble is that people may see me. No, thank you. I am not permitted to drink wine. As he speaks, he moistened his lips with his tongue. Go on. Where else will you find such an opportunity? My dear, this man backslash is unbridled tongue is exposing his true desire. Have you no compassion? If I feel compassion, how shall I free myself from desire? Once you are free from desire, you will also be free from anger. If you return what belongs to me, I shall certainly be free from anger. What belongs to you? My Skull Begging Ball. What Skull Begging Ball? He asks backslash, what Skull Begging Ball? Backslash, like a child. Could he actually be telling the truth? Sweet Doc will not work on him. We shall have to take it by force. You are right, my dear. They both try to seize the Begging Ball. Filthy Kapalaka. May you perish. Ah! He kicked me. Wordless man, this will cost you your life. She lunges to seize the monk by the hair, but because his head is shaved she loses her balance and falls. One must praise the Buddha backslash a mess rule of shaving the head. Rise, sister. He offers his hand and helps her up. Look, good people. Look at Naksina, who calls himself a holy monk, yet holds the hand of my young companion. Brother, do not say such things. It is my duty to help anyone in distress. Is that truly a rule in the Bugha-back-slash-S law? Very well. I fell first, did I not? Let that pass. Now the skull inside your head shall become my begging ball. They all begin to fight. Assault. Assault. O Gods, see for yourselves. This man calls himself a yogi, steals my begging ball, and then cries out against me. Very well, I shall shout too. Injustice. Injustice. At that moment, a Pashupata ascetic enters. Babru Kalpa, Satya Soma, why are you shouting like this? Babru Kalpa, this man who calls himself a monk and holy man has not only stolen my begging ball, but refuses to return it. The gods have accomplished exactly what I wanted. With this Kapalaka backslash's help I can beat my enemy senseless. Nagasena is what he says true. Sir, are you taking his side as well? Not to take what has not been given. This is my principle to keep away from idle speech. This is my principle to keep away from abuse. This is my principle not to eat at the wrong time. This is my principle I take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha. Such a soma! His discipline and conduct bear witness for him. What answer do you have? To keep away from idle speech, this is my principle. Both of you are right. How can this dispute be resolved? Why would a follower of the Buddha even touch a vessel of wine? An imaginary argument cannot serve as the basis of an accusation. No argument can stand against what is plainly visible before us. What is visible? Sir, look there, the skull-begging ball he has hidden in his robe. You heard her. Sir, this bowl belongs to no one else. Then show it to us. Very well. He reveals the bowl. O Maheshwar, behold the injustice done to a Kapalika and the virtue of a Buddhist monk. Not to take what has not been given. This is my principle. To keep away from idle speech. This is my principle. To keep away from abuse. This is my principle. Not to eat at the wrong time. This is my principle. The Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha are my refuge. The monk and the Kapalika both begin to sway. Ah! The man who ought to be ashamed is dancing. What? Who is dancing? Of course. My missing begging ball has now appeared and in this sweet breeze the wine of weariness is swaying. Seeing that, you imagine that I am dancing. Sir, have you not seen its colour? Why are you silent? What is there to see? I have seen it. It is blacker than a crow. Then you admit that it is mine. Yes, yes. I admit your chameleon nature just as a red lotus turns white in sunlight. I am Unden. Our sacred begging ball has turned black from touching this man backslash as black robe. What shall we do now? She begins to weep. Do not worry, my dear. We shall wash and dry it. Just as we cleanse our sins through the power of austerity, so shall we purify our begging ball. Babru Kalpa, is this not written in the Agama scriptures? Yes. According to the Agamas, it is true. Very well. The colour came from me, but what about its shape, size and form? you descended from the great Goddess? How long must I argue with you? Here, sir, take it. Good. So the Buddha has become a great giver. If this continues, where shall I find refuge? In the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha of course. I cannot settle this dispute. Let us go to court. My Lord, if we go there, we shall certainly lose our skull-bedding ball. Why do you say that? This man lives in a monastery with every comfort. With his accumulated wealth, he will silence every judge. All we own are the clothes on our backs. How can we fight him in court? Do not speak so. An honest person will certainly receive justice in that court. as the pillar support the building, the judges support justice. That is enough for me. An honest person has nothing to fear. Sir, lead the way. Certainly backslash. They all exit. At that moment, a madman enters. There, there he is, that wicked dog. He is running away with the skull begging bowl in his mouth, along with a piece of roasted meat. Hey, idler! Where are you going? Now he has dropped it and is coming toward me. He looks around. I shall break his teeth with this stone. Worthless dog, why did you drop the skull and run? Do you want to defeat me in Valor? I backslash. I shall ride a stray boar through the sky. I defeated the elephant Eravada by wielding the ocean as a weapon. Hey, fool, what did you say? That all this is a lie. Then this ugly frog is my witness. What? A man renowned for Valor throughout the three worlds needs no witness. Very well. Then I shall eat the piece of meat the dog left behind. He eats it and immediately becomes intoxicated. My own tears are beating me. He looks around and weeps. Who is beating me? You worthless people! Just as Gadokacha is Bhima backslash best nephew, I too am somebody backslash best nephew. Do not torment me for this piece of meat. He looks around. My teacher Surinandi is over there. I shall go to him. He rungs. Take care. That madman is coming this way. I shall go to that man. He approaches. Sir, accept this skull begging bowl, which I obtained from a low-born, high-ranking dog. Give it to the person who deserves it. Holy sir, accept it gladly. This venerable poshupata is the proper recipient. The madman comes before the kapalika, places the skull begging bowl. Down, circles him counter-clockwise, and falls at his feet. My lord, may your happiness increase. A thousand salutations. This is my skull-bicking ball. Yes. By the grace of the gods, I am a Kapalika once again. He moves toward the bowl. Get away, you idler. Go eat poison. He snatches up the skull and runs. This servant of yum is carrying away my very life. Both of you save me. Very well. We shall help you. They all run. Stop. Why are you stopping me? Give me back my skull begging ball and go. Fool. Can you not see? This is a golden ball. Who made such a golden ball? I call it a golden ball because it was made by the brother-in-law of the goldsmith who wears clothes of gold. What are you saying? That this is a golden bowl. What? He is mad. I hear that title quite often. Here, take it. He gives the skull-begging bowl to the Kapalika. Now he has gone behind that wall. Hurry after him. What an honor. The madman hurries away. Ah! Marvelous! I am delighted by the good fortune that has befallen my enemy. Having devoted all my time to austerity and surrendered myself to Maheshwar at the sight of this sacred vessel my heart grows calm and reaches his feet. My lord! To my eyes, you are as cool and soothing as the evening moon. By good fortune, the victory is yours. This happy outcome is all thanks to you. One who is innocent has nothing to fear. That is why this Buddhist monk escaped the tiger-backslash as jaws. At morning prayer I shall remember my friend-backslash as good fortune. The Pashupata exits. Nag Sena, forgive me for my mistake. Think nothing of it. What can I do to please you? If you are pleased with me, what more could I ask? Shall I take my leave? Very well. We shall meet again. Very well. He begins to leave. Come, my dear Dev Soma. We too should go. The Kapalika and Devasoma exit. sends the matavila sa prahasanam.

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