Sumati Jnana

SR No.: 012067
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Shivkant Dwivedi, Navneet Jain
Publisher: Shantisagar Chhani Granthamala
Publication Year: 2007
Total Pages: 468
Language: English, Hindi
Classification: Smruti_Granth & Articles
File Size: 14 MB

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Sumati-Jñāna ghattā taho majjhě asesu
jalu thalu payapa-kadakkhiyaü tam kavaņu paesu
jam ņa vi jīvem bhakkiyaü Daśavadana,30 there are fourteen rajjus. You enjoy hundreds of pleasures, and yet you are not satisfied. Why do you not return Sītā? Oh, Dasamukha,' you who entered into hundreds of battles with the Suras,32 listen to the anupreksā on the three worlds! There is the ether, beside which there is nothing. In the middle of it are the three worlds. There was no beginning, there will be no end, and nothing supports them. They are completely filled with souls. The first (world) is seven rajjus wide and has the form of a cane chair. The second is one rajju broad and has the form and appearance of a jhallarī drum. The third world is five rajjus wide and has the form of a muraja tambourine. The world of] liberation is one rajju wide and has the form of an opened umbrella. Thus, the three worlds comprise of fourteen rajjus. They are surrounded by three winds. In the middle of this, everything is water or land, glanced at by the eyes (of living beings). Is there a region that is not inhabited by a being?33
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vasēvi gilivvilë deha-gharě
rāvana sīyahě luddhu tuhū aho ahỏ sayala-bhuvaņa-samtāvaņa māņusa-dehu hoi ghiņi-vitalu calu ku-jantu māýamaü kuhedaü pūagandhi rahirāmisa bhandau antahā poţtalu pakkhihi bhoyaņu āýaehỉ kalusiu jahĩ angaü suņņaü suņņahau va duppecchaü jovvaņu gandaho anuharamaņaü
khaṇe bhanguraě asārě
jiha mandalaü kajārē asuittāņuvekkha suņi rāvaņa sirehî ņivaddhaü haddahã portalu malahỏ puñju kimi-kidahū mūdai camma-rukkhu duggandha-karandau vāhihĩ bhavanu māsanahỏ bhāyanu kavanu paesu sarīraho cangaü kadiyalu pacchāhara-sāricchaü siru naliyara-karanka-samānaü
ghatta ehaě asuittě
aho lankāhiva bhuvana-ravi sīyahě vari to vi
hūu virattībhāu na vi Rāvana, for a moment you inhabit a filthy, despicable and perishable body as a house. You long for Sītā like a dog for waste. Oh, oh, Ravaņa, torturer of the entire world, listen to the anupreksā on uncleanness! The human body is vile and impure, a sack of bones, bound up by tendons. It is an unstable, bad machine, illusive and disgusting, a heap of dirt, a bar of food for worms and bugs, a stinking box of blood and flesh, a tree with skin as bark, a basket of stench, a packet of intestines as fodder for birds, a home for diseases, (only) serving for