Mindful Swimming with Chie Cross
SwimmingAbout UsAlexander WorkReflexesSitting-ZenFeesContact UsInternet LinksBooksArticlesStorehouse

  4.1
But even when the Sage was there speaking the dharma,

And even though other family members heeded the dharma,

Nanda passed the time in the company of his wife

Staying in the palace penthouse, solely occupied with love.

4.2
For joined with his wife like a greylag gander with a greylag goose,

And fitted for love,

He turned his thoughts neither to Vaiśravaṇa nor to Śakra:

How much less, in that state, did he think about dharma?

4.3
For her grace and beauty she was called Lovely Sundarī

For her headstrong pride, Sulky Māninī

And for her sparkle and spirit, Beautiful Bhāminī.

So that she was called by three names.

4.4
She of smiles like the bars of a bar-headed-goose, eyes like black bees,

And swelling breasts like lotus buds jutting upwards,

Shimmered all the more, a lotus-pool in female form,

With the rising of a kindred luminary, the sun-like Nanda.

4.5
For, with inordinately good looks,

And moves to match those heart-stealing looks,

There was in the human world at that time

Sundarī alone among women, and Nanda among men.

4.6
She like a goddess wandering in Indra's Gardens of Gladness,

And Nanda the bringer of joy to his kin,

Seemed, having gone beyond mortals,and yet not become gods,

To be a Creator's creation in progress.

4.7
If Nanda had not won Sundarī,

Of if she of the arched eyebrows had not gone to him,

Then the pair would surely have seemed impaired,

Like the night and the moon deprived of each other.

4.8
As though the target of the God of Love and his mistress Pleasure,

As though the resting-place of male Ecstasy and female Joy,

As though a bowl containing male Excitement and female Contentment,

The couple took their pleasure together, as if they were blind.

4.9
Having eyes only for each other's eyes,

Their minds hanging on each other's words,

And the pigments that fragranced their bodies
being carried off by each other's embraces,

The couple carried each other away.

4.10
Like kiṁnara boy meeting kiṁnara girl

By a cascading mountain torrent, in love with love,

The two of  them flirted and shone

As if vying to outdo one another in alluring radiance.

4.11
By building one another's passion,

The pair gave one another sexual satisfaction;

And by playfully teasing one another during languid intervals,

They gladdened one another again.

4.12
Wishing to cherish his beloved he bedecked her there in finery,

But not so as to make her beautiful --

For she was so graced already by her own loveliness

That she was rather the adorner of her adornments.

4.13
She put a mirror in his hand;

"Just hold this in front of me

While I do my face,"

She said to her lover, and he held it up.

4.14
Then looking at her husband's stubble

She began to paint her face just like it,

But, with a breath on the mirror,

Nanda took care of that.

4.15
At this wanton gesture of her husband,

And at his wickedness, she inwardly laughed;

But, pretending to be furious with him,

She cocked her eyebrows and frowned.

4.16
With her left hand, languid from love,

She threw at his shoulder the flower behind her ear,

And sprinkled over his face, as he kept his eyes half-shut,

The scented make-up she had been using to powder herself.

4.17
Then, at his wife's lotus like feet

Girt in trembling ankle bracelets,

Toes sparkling with nail gloss,

Nanda bowed his head, in mock terror.

4.18
With head emerging from beneath the discarded flower

As he made as if to regain his lover's affections,

He looked like an ornamental nāga tree that,
overburdened with  blossoms,

Had toppled in the wind onto its golden pedestal.

4.19
Pressing him so close in her arms that her string of pearls

Was lifted from her bulging breasts, she raised him up;

"What are you doing!" she cried laughingly,

As her earrings dangled across her face.

4.20
Then, looking repeatedly at the face of her husband,

Whose hand had clung to the mirror,

She completed her face-painting

So that the surface of her cheeks was wet with tamāla juice.

4.21
Set off by the tamāla marks, her face

With its cherry red lips, and wide eyes extending to her hair,

Seemed like a lotus set off by duck-weed,

With crimson tips, and two big bees settled on it.

4.22
Attentively now Nanda held up the mirror

Which was bearing witness to a work of beauty.

Squinting to see the flecks she had painted,

He beheld the face of his impish lover.

4.23
Those painted flecks were nibbled away at the edges by her earrings

So that her face was like a lotus that had suffered the attentions of a kāraṇḍava duck;

Nanda, by gazing upon that face,

Became all the more the cause of his wife's happiness.

4.24
While Nanda, in what almost amounted to a dishonour,

Was enjoying himself inside the palace in this manner,

The One Thus Come, come begging time,

Had entered his residence, for the purpose of begging.

4.25
He stood, facing downwards and not asking for anything,

In his brother's house just as he would in any other's house;

And then, since due to the servants' oversight

He did not receive any alms, he went away again.

4.26
For one woman was grinding fragrant body oils;

Another was making clothes fragrant;

Another, likewise, was preparing a bath;

While other women strung together sweet-smelling garlands.

4.27
The young women in that house were thus so busy

Doing work related to their master's romantic play

That none of them had seen the Buddha

-- Or so the Buddha inevitably concluded.

4.28
One woman there, however, on glancing through a round side-window

On the upper storey of the palace,

Had seen the One Gone Well going away

Like the blazing sun emerging from a cloud.

4.29
Thinking in that moment of the importance of the Worthy One
to the master of the house,

And through her own devotion to the Worthy One,

She stood before Nanda, intending to speak,

And then, with his consent, spoke up:

4.30
"To show favour to us, I suppose,

The Glorious One, the Guru, entered our house;

Having received no alms, or welcoming words, or seat,

He is going away again, as if from an empty forest."

4.31
Hearing that the great Seer had entered his house

And departed again without receiving a welcome,

He in his brightly-coloured gems and garments and garlands, flinched

Like a tree in Indra's paradise shaken by a gust of wind.

4.32
Bringing to his forehead hands joined in the shape of a lotus bud,

He then begged his beloved to be allowed to go:

"I would like to go and pay my respects to the Guru.

Please permit me, this once."

4.33
Shivering, she twined herself around him

Like a wind-stirred creeper around a teak tree;

She looked at him through unsteady tear-filled eyes,

Took a deep breath, and told him:

4.34
"Since you wish to go and see the Guru

I must not get in the way of your dharma-duty.

Go, noble husband, but come quickly back,

Before this paint on my face is dry.

4.35
If you dawdle,

I will punish you severely:

As you sleep I shall with my breasts

Repeatedly wake you and then not respond to you.

4.36
But if you hurry back to me

Before my face-paint is dry,

Then I will hold you close in my arms

With nothing embellishing them save the moisture of fragrant oils."

4.37
Thus spoken to, and squeezed,

By a dissonant-sounding Sundarī, he said:

"I will, my little vixen. Now let me go

Before the Guru has gone too far."

4.38
And so, with arms made fragrant by her bulging sandal-scented breasts,

She let him go -- but not with her heart.

He took off clothes suitable for love

And took on a form fitted to what he was going to do.

4.39
She contemplated her lover leaving

With brooding, empty, unmoving eyes,

Like a doe standing with ears pricked up, as she lets grass drop down

And, with a perplexed expression, contemplates the stag wandering off.

4.40
With his mind gripped by his desire to see the Sage,

Nanda hurried his exit;

And then he went ponderously, and with backward glances,

Like an elephant watching a playful she-elephant.

4.41
With her swelling breasts for clouds and her full thighs for buttresses,

Her lean abdomen was like a golden fissure in a rock formation:

Nanda could no more be satisfied by glancing at Sundarī

Than by drinking water with one hand.

4.42
Reverence for the Buddha drew him on;

Love for his wife drew him back again:

Undecided, he neither stepped ahead nor stood still,

Like a king-goose waddling against the waves.

4.43
Once out of her sight

He descended quickly from the palace --

And then he heard the sound of ankle bracelets

And hung back, gripped again in his heart.

4.44
Held back by his love of love,

Drawn forward by his love for dharma,

He struggled on, being turned about

Like a boat on a river going against the stream.

4.45
Then he walked on with longer strides, thinking

"How can the Guru possibly not be gone?"

And "Might I after all embrace my love,

Who is so eminently loveable, while her face-paint is still wet?"

4.46
And so on the road he saw, free of pride

And -- even in the city of his fathers -- haughtiness similarly absent,

The Possessor of Ten Powers, stopping and being honoured on all sides,

So that it was as if Nanda were following Indra's flag.


The 4th canto in the epic poem Handsome Nanda, titled "A Wife's Appeal."






|Swimming| |About Us| |Alexander Work| |Reflexes| |Sitting-Zen| |Fees| |Contact Us| |Internet Links| |Books| |Articles| |Storehouse|