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- 0:00–0:06विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:06–0:08विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:08–0:10विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
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- 0:12–0:14विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:14–0:16विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:16–0:18विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:18–0:20विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
- 0:20–0:25I shall ask her about it.
- 0:25–0:27Calling toward the wings.
- 0:27–0:29My Queen!
- 0:29–0:31Come here!
- 0:31–0:35His first wife, the actress, enters.
- 0:35–0:37What is this now?
- 0:37–0:41At your age, do you truly want to stage a farce before a crowd of young fellows crazed with
- 0:41–0:43drink?
- 0:43–0:45Yes.
- 0:45–0:47That is exactly the matter.
- 0:47–0:53bring 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.
- 1:02–1:08If 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 Srimahendravrahmun, king among kings.
- 1:55–2:01He has conquered lust, anger, pride, envy, and every such failing.
- 2:01–2:05Equalble in mind, he mingles freely with ordinary people.
- 2:05–2:09In wealth he surpasses Kabirah and encourage 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 Sachi Soma enters with his companion Devasoma.
- 2:57–2:59Devasoma.
- 2:59–3:05It is true that through the power of austerity a person may assume any form.
- 3:05–3:10Yet by your vow you have taken on an entirely new form.
- 3:10–3:19A face that gleams like a cluster of pearls, beautiful brows, tender lips, no words can describe your beauty.
- 3:19–3:24My lord, you are speaking to me as though I were the drunk one.
- 3:24–3:27What did you say, my dear?
- 3:27–3:35My lord, the whole world is spinning like a top. I am afraid I shall fall. Hold me.
- 3:35–3:38Of course, my dear.
- 3:38–3:42He tries to catch her but falls himself.
- 3:42–3:48Soundeva, when I came forward to study you, why did you run away?
- 3:48–3:51Are 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 Soundeva, are you not?
- 4:02–4:04He thinks for a moment.
- 4:04–4:08No, no. You are Dev Sohma.
- 4:08–4:15What a performance! You love Somdevah so much that you could not even remember my name.
- 4:15–4:24My dearest, it was merely a slip of the tongue. The true culprit is my drunkenness.
- 4:24–4:27Thank the gods, it is not you.
- 4:27–4:31Has my habit of drinking caused me so much misery?
- 4:31–4:35From this very moment I shall give up liquor.
- 4:35–4:43No, no, my lord. Do not break your vow for my sake and lose the fruit of your austerities.
- 4:43–4:46She falls at his feet.
- 4:46–4:52Marvelous, Marvelous. Glory to Lord Shiva.
- 4:52–5:03Glory to Shiva, bearer of the Trident, for whom drinking wine and delighting in a beloved backslash as beauty opened the road to liberation.
- 5:03–5:05Glory to Lord Shiva.
- 5:05–5:13My lord, do not say that. The Shramana monks describe a different part to liberation.
- 5:13–5:16My dear, they are atheists.
- 5:16–5:20Stop! Even saying that is sinful.
- 5:20–5:25Yes, 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.
- 5:37–5:44To atone for having praised such atheists, I shall purify my mouth with wine.
- 5:44–5:47Then let us go to another tavern.
- 5:47–5:51Very well, my dear.
- 5:51–5:53They walk on.
- 5:53–5:54Ah!
- 5:54–6:00How magnificent and prosperous the city of Kachis.
- 6:00–6:07Sweet rhythms of the Murudanga drift from the temple beneath the golden spire of Ekambarishwara.
- 6:07–6:12The flower-sellers' 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 kachi is as delicious as the nectar of heaven.
- 6:25–6:27My dear, look.
- 6:27–6:28Look?
- 6:28–6:34How conveniently this tavern stands beside the sacrificial hall.
- 6:34–6:39See that tall flagstaff, it is the pillar of the sacred fire altar.
- 6:39–6:42The wine we drink is soma.
- 6:42–6:49The drinking ball is a holy vessel. Roasted meat is the sacrificial offering.
- 6:49–6:56Drunken Babel is the chanting of the Yajurveda. Song is the hymn of the Samaveda.
- 6:56–7:02This leather bag is the sack that preserves the reward of the sacrifice.
- 7:02–7:08Penance is the sacred fire and the tavern keeper is the officiating priest.
- 7:08–7:14Whatever offering enters my begging ball is Lord Shiva backslash as share of the sacrificial reward.
- 7:15–7:19Ah! What delight there is in dancing drunk.
- 7:19–7:29The body swaying to the drumbeat, the sweet voice, the darting eyes, the dhoti and upper cloth moving in rhythm, how marvellous.
- 7:29–7:33Ah! My lord is a true connoisseur of pleasure.
- 7:33–7:424. Pour this divine drink into the ball. Do not worry about the dignity of our clothes.
- 7:42–7:49When hearts meet, people become one. Young men and women cast off restraint and turn
- 7:49–7:58into warriors. Long live love. What need is there for words? It is false that Lord
- 7:58–8:05Shiva opened his third eye and burned Madhana, the God of Love. Madhana melted into water
- 8:05–8:11of his own accord and we are the ones burning 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.
- 9:15–9:35Oh 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?
- 9:35–9:39He falls to the ground and beats his head.
- 9:39–9:49Very well. This is all a test. If I no longer bear the title backslash, Kapalika, backslash,
- 9:49–9:52I lose nothing else.
- 9:52–9:53He rises.
- 9:53–9:58My lord, who could have taken your begging bowl?
- 9:58–10:05My dear, there was a piece of roasted meat in it. A dog or a Buddhist monk may have
- 10:05–10:08carried it away.
- 10:08–10:11Come, my dear.
- 10:11–10:14They wander about and return.
- 10:14–10:19A Buddhist monk enters carrying a coconut shell bowl.
- 10:19–10:20Ah!
- 10:20–10:25The generosity of the merchant Danadasa surpasses that of every other donor.
- 10:25–10:27What delicious food!
- 10:27–10:30Mouthwatering fish curry and other delicacies.
- 10:30–10:33It was a deeply satisfying meal.
- 10:33–10:37It was a deeply satisfying meal.
- 10:37–10:40Now I shall go to the royal monastery.
- 10:40–10:43He walks 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 boot 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?
- 11:09–11:14If I found it, I could reveal the Buddha-Baksalash-Ves-Complete teaching to everyone and do the whole
- 11:14–11:17world a service, could I not?
- 11:17–11:19He continues to wonder about.
- 11:19–11:24My lord, look at that saffron-robed man.
- 11:24–11:29He keeps glancing about with the thief-Baksalash, 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.
- 11:46–11:48Hey, monk!
- 11:48–11:50Stop!
- 11:50–11:52Who is calling me like that?
- 11:52–11:54Oh backslash, it is that wicked, good-for-nothing
- 11:54–12:01Copalica from the Acambureshvara temple. I shall not become entangled in his mischief.
- 12:01–12:04He hurries forward.
- 12:04–12:12My dear, I have found my begging ball. See how he ran the moment he saw me. That proves
- 12:12–12:14he is the thief.
- 12:14–12:19He rushes ahead and blocks the monk-back-slash-s path.
- 12:19–12:23Ah! Where will you go now?
- 12:23–12:29Brother Kapalika, do not behave like this. It is improper.
- 12:29–12:35Aside. Ah, what a beautiful sister.
- 12:35–12:41You there? Show me at once. What are you hiding in your robe?
- 12:41–12:44I must see it.
- 12:44–12:48What do I have? Only my begging bowl.
- 12:48–12:52That is exactly what I want to see.
- 12:52–12:58Brother, this is improper. I am required to keep my begging bowl concealed.
- 12:58–13:06Quite right. The Buddha taught that clothes are worn chiefly for concealing things.
- 13:06–13:08Yes, that is true.
- 13:08–13:14That is truth. I want to hear the real truth.
- 13:14–13:20Enough joking. Let me go. It is time for the arms round.
- 13:20–13:22He moves forward.
- 13:23–13:24You fraud!
- 13:24–13:26Where are you going?
- 13:26–13:29Give me back my skull-baking ball.
- 13:29–13:34He seizes the edge of the monk backslash, S-robe and pulls.
- 13:34–13:37I 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 too must refresh yourself.
- 14:15–14:17Very well, my lord.
- 14:18–14:20She drinks as well.
- 14:21–14:25We have crossed paths with this man, never mind.
- 14:25–14:29Offer the remaining wine to this venerable monk as well.
- 14:30–14:32As my lord commands.
- 14:32–14:35Reverend 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 as 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?
- 15:11–15:16Once you are free from desire, you will also be free from anger.
- 15:16–15:22If you return what belongs to me, I shall certainly be free from anger.
- 15:22–15:24What belongs to you?
- 15:24–15:27My Skull Begging Ball.
- 15:27–15:29What 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 talk will not work on him. We shall have to take it by force.
- 15:44–15:47You are right, my dear.
- 15:47–15:50They both try to seize the begging bowl.
- 15:50–15:55Filthy Kapalaka. May you perish.
- 15:55–15:58Ah! He kicked me.
- 15:58–16:02Worthless man, this will cost you your life.
- 16:02–16:07She lunges to seize the monk by the hair, but because his head is...
- 16:07–16:11She says 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.
- 16:23–16:31Look at Nagasena, who calls himself a holy monk, yet holds the hand of my young companion.
- 16:31–16:34Brother, do not say such things.
- 16:34–16:38It is my duty to help anyone in distress.
- 16:38–16:42Is that truly a rule in the Bugha backslash S law?
- 16:42–16:44Very well.
- 16:44–16:46I fell first, did I not?
- 16:46–16:48Let that pass.
- 16:48–16:54Now the skull inside your head shall become my begging ball.
- 16:54–16:56They all begin to fight.
- 16:56–16:58Assault!
- 16:58–17:00Assault!
- 17:00–17:03O Gods, see for yourselves.
- 17:03–17:11This man calls himself a yogi, steals my begging ball and then cries out against me.
- 17:11–17:14Very well, I shall shout too.
- 17:14–17:18Injustice. Injustice.
- 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 Karpah, this man who calls himself a monk and holy man has not only stolen my begging ball, but refuses to return it.
- 17:38–17:45The gods have accomplished exactly what I wanted. With this Kapalaka backslashes help, I can beat my enemy senseless.
- 17:45–17:48Nagasena is what he says true.
- 17:48–17:51Sir, are you taking his side as well?
- 17:51–17:56Not to take what has not been given. This is my principle. To keep away from idle speech.
- 17:56–18:02This is my principle. To keep away from abuse. This is my principle. Not to eat at the wrong time.
- 18:02–18:07This is my principle. I take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha.
- 18:07–18:14Such a Soma. His discipline and conduct bear witness for him. What 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.
- 18:58–19:00O Maheshwar,
- 19:00–19:07behold 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.
- 19:23–19:27The Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha are my refuge.
- 19:27–19:31The monk and the Kapalika both begin to sway.
- 19:31–19:36Ah! The man who ought to be ashamed is dancing.
- 19:36–19:39What? Who is dancing?
- 19:39–19:41Of 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.
- 20:03–20:06It is blacker than a crow.
- 20:06–20:09Then you admit that it is mine.
- 20:09–20:11Yes, yes.
- 20:11–20:17I admit your chameleon nature just as a red lotus turns white in sunlight.
- 20:18–20:19I am Unden.
- 20:20–20:25A sacred begging ball has turned black from touching this man backslash as black robe.
- 20:26–20:27What shall we do now?
- 20:28–20:30She begins to weep.
- 20:31–20:33Do not worry, my dear.
- 20:34–20:36We 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?
- 20:59–21:02Are you descended from the great Goddess?
- 21:02–21:05How long must I argue with you?
- 21:05–21:08Here, sir, take it.
- 21:08–21:09Good.
- 21:09–21:13So the Buddha has become a great giver.
- 21:13–21:17If this continues, where shall I find refuge?
- 21:17–21:22In the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha of course.
- 21:22–21:26I cannot settle this dispute. Let us go to court.
- 21:26–21:32My 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.
- 21:42–21:45All we own are the clothes on our backs.
- 21:45–21:48How can we fight him in court?
- 21:48–21:50Do not speak so.
- 21:50–21:53An honest person will certainly receive justice in that court.
- 21:53–21:58Just as the pillars support the building, the judges support justice.
- 21:58–22:00That is enough for me.
- 22:00–22:04An honest person has nothing to fear.
- 22:04–22:08Sir, lead the way.
- 22:08–22:10Certainly backslash.
- 22:10–22:12They all exit.
- 22:12–22:15At that moment, Madman enters.
- 22:15–22:19There, there he is, that wicked dog.
- 22:19–22:22He is running away with the skull-begging bowl in his mouth, along with a piece of roasted
- 22:22–22:23meat.
- 22:23–22:27Hey, idler, where are you going?
- 22:27–22:30Now he has dropped it and is coming toward me.
- 22:30–22:32He looks around.
- 22:32–22:38I shall break his teeth with this stone. Worthless dog, why did you drop the skull and run?
- 22:38–22:40Do you want to defeat me in Valor?
- 22:40–22:46I backslash. I shall ride a stray boar through the sky. I defeated the elephant Eravada by
- 22:46–22:48wielding the ocean as a weapon.
- 22:48–22:56Hey, fool, what did you say? That all this is a lie. Then this ugly frog is my witness.
- 22:56–23:02What? A man renowned for Valor throughout the three worlds needs no witness. Very well.
- 23:02–23:06Then 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 Bima backslash Bess nephew, I too am somebody backslash Bess nephew.
- 23:25–23:28Do not torment me for this piece of meat.
- 23:28–23:31He looks around.
- 23:31–23:33My teacher Surinandi is over there.
- 23:33–23:35I shall go to him.
- 23:35–23:37He rungs.
- 23:37–23:41Take care. That madman is coming this way.
- 23:41–23:44I shall go to that man.
- 23:44–23:46He approaches.
- 23:46–23:51Sir, accept this skull-begging bowl, which I obtained from a low-born, high-ranking dog.
- 23:51–23:54Give 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.
- 24:01–24:06The madman comes before the Kapalika, places the skull begging bowl.
- 24:06–24:10Down, circles him counter-clockwise and falls at his feet.
- 24:10–24:16My lord, may your happiness increase. A thousand salutations.
- 24:16–24:19This is my skull begging bowl.
- 24:19–24:21Yes.
- 24:21–24:26By the grace of the gods, I am a Kapalika once again.
- 24:26–24:29He moves toward the bowl.
- 24:29–24:33Get away, you idler. Go eat poison.
- 24:33–24:37He snatches up the skull and runs.
- 24:37–24:41This servant of yum is carrying away my very life.
- 24:41–24:44Both of you save me.
- 24:44–24:48Very well. We shall help you.
- 24:48–24:51They all run.
- 24:51–24:53Stop.
- 24:53–24:55Why are you stopping me?
- 24:55–24:59Give me back my skull-banging ball and go.
- 24:59–25:04Fool! Can you not see? This is a golden ball.
- 25:04–25:07Who made such a golden ball?
- 25:07–25:13I call it a golden ball because it was made by the brother-in-law of the goldsmith who wears clothes of gold.
- 25:13–25:15What are you saying?
- 25:15–25:17That this is a golden ball.
- 25:17–25:21What? He is mad.
- 25:21–25:25I hear that title quite often. Here, take it.
- 25:25–25:29He gives the skull begging bowl to the Kapalika.
- 25:29–25:35Now he has gone behind that wall. Hurry after him.
- 25:35–25:37What an honor.
- 25:37–25:40The madman hurries away.
- 25:40–25:46Ah, marvelous! I am delighted by the good fortune that has befallen my enemy.
- 25:46–25:58Having 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.
- 25:58–26:05My Lord! To my eyes You are as cool and soothing as the evening moon.
- 26:05–26:08By good fortune, the victory is Yours.
- 26:08–26:12This happy outcome is all thanks to You.
- 26:12–26:19One who is innocent has nothing to fear. That is why this Buddhist monk escaped the tiger backslash's jaws.
- 26:19–26:24At morning prayer I shall remember my friend backslashes good fortune.
- 26:24–26:27The Pashupata exits.
- 26:27–26:31Nag Sinha, forgive me for my mistake.
- 26:31–26:35Think nothing of it. What can I do to please you?
- 26:35–26:40If you are pleased with me, what more could I ask?
- 26:40–26:42Shall I take my leave?
- 26:42–26:47Very well. We shall meet again.
- 26:47–26:51Very well. He begins to leave.
- 26:51–26:57Come, my dear Devsoma. We too should go.
- 26:57–27:00The Kapalika and Devasoma exit.
- 27:00–27:05Thus ends the Matavila Supraha Sanam.
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विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। I shall ask her about it. Calling toward the wings. My Queen! Come here! His first wife, the actress, enters. 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. 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. If 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 Srimahendravrahmun, king among kings. He has conquered lust, anger, pride, envy, and every such failing. Equalble in mind, he mingles freely with ordinary people. In wealth he surpasses Kabirah and encourage 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 Sachi Soma enters with his companion Devasoma. Devasoma. It is true that through the power of austerity a person may assume any form. Yet by your vow 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 Soundeva, are you not? He thinks for a moment. No, no. You are Dev Sohma. 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 monks 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. 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-sellers' 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 kachi 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 Yajurveda. 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 as 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 cloth moving in rhythm, how marvellous. Ah! My lord is a true connoisseur of pleasure. 4. Pour 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. 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 bear 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. 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! Mouthwatering fish curry and other delicacies. It was a deeply satisfying meal. It was a deeply satisfying meal. Now I shall go to the royal monastery. He 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 boot 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-Baksalash-Ves-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-Baksalash, 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 Copalica from the Acambureshvara 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 too 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 as 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 talk 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 bowl. Filthy Kapalaka. May you perish. Ah! He kicked me. Worthless man, this will cost you your life. She lunges to seize the monk by the hair, but because his head is... She says 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 Nagasena, 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 backslash 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 Karpah, 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 backslashes 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. A 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? Are 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. Just as the pillars 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, 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 Bima backslash Bess nephew, I too am somebody backslash Bess 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 begging bowl. 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-banging 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 ball. 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's jaws. At morning prayer I shall remember my friend backslashes good fortune. The Pashupata exits. Nag Sinha, 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 Devsoma. We too should go. The Kapalika and Devasoma exit. Thus ends the Matavila Supraha Sanam.