Speaker 1: A man hating maiden. The ever worthy and famous King
Speaker 1: Vakramaditya had a painter named Nagarasmamen, who enjoyed the revenues
Speaker 1: of a hundred villages and surpassed Visvakarman. That painter used
Speaker 1: every two or three days to paint a picture of
Speaker 1: a girl and give it as a present to the king,
Speaker 1: taking care to exemplify different types of beauty. Now, once
Speaker 1: on a time it happened that the painter had, because
Speaker 1: a feast was going on, forgotten to paint the required
Speaker 1: girl for the king. And when the day forgiving the
Speaker 1: present arrived, the painter remembered and was bewildered, saying to himself, alas,
Speaker 1: what can I give to the king? And at that
Speaker 1: moment a traveler come from Afar, suddenly approached him and
Speaker 1: placed a book in his hand and went off somewhere. Quickly,
Speaker 1: the painter, out of curiosity, opened the book and saw
Speaker 1: within a picture of a girl on camp. Inasmuch as
Speaker 1: the girl was of wonderful beauty, no sooner did he
Speaker 1: see her picture than he took it and gave it
Speaker 1: to the king, rejoicing that so far from having no
Speaker 1: picture to present that day, he had obtained such an
Speaker 1: exceedingly beautiful one. But the king, as soon as he
Speaker 1: saw it, was astonished and said to him, my good fellow,
Speaker 1: this is not your painting. This is the painting of Visvakarman,
Speaker 1: For how could a mere mortal be skillful enough to
Speaker 1: paint such beauty. When the painter heard this, he told
Speaker 1: the king exactly what had taken place. Then the King
Speaker 1: kept ever looking at the picture of the girl, and
Speaker 1: never took his eyes off it. And one night he
Speaker 1: saw in a dream a girl exactly like her, but
Speaker 1: in another land. But as he eagerly rushed to embrace her,
Speaker 1: who was eager to meet him, the night came to
Speaker 1: an end, and he was woke up by the watchman.
Speaker 1: When the king awoke, he was so angry at the
Speaker 1: interruption of his delightful interview with that maiden that he
Speaker 1: banished that watchman from the city. And he said to himself,
Speaker 1: to think that a traveler should bring a book, and
Speaker 1: that in it there should be the painted figure of
Speaker 1: a girl, and that I should, in a dream behold
Speaker 1: this same girl, apparently alive. All this elaborate dispensation of
Speaker 1: destiny makes me think that she must be a real maiden,
Speaker 1: but I do not know in what land she lives,
Speaker 1: how am I to obtain her. Full of such reflections,
Speaker 1: the king took pleasure in nothing and burned with the
Speaker 1: fever of love, so that his attendants were full of anxiety,
Speaker 1: and the warder bad Rayuda, asked the afflicted king in
Speaker 1: private the cause of his grief, whereupon he spoke as follows. Listen,
Speaker 1: I will tell you, my friend, so much at any rate.
Speaker 1: You know that that a painter gave me the picture
Speaker 1: of a girl, and I fell asleep thinking on her.
Speaker 1: And I remember that in my dream I crossed the
Speaker 1: sea and reached and entered a very beautiful city. There
Speaker 1: I saw many armed maidens in front of me, and they,
Speaker 1: as soon as they saw me, raised a tumultuous cry
Speaker 1: of kill, kill. Then a certain female Acedik came and
Speaker 1: with great precipitation made me enter her house, and briefly
Speaker 1: said to me, this, my son, here is the man
Speaker 1: hating Princess Malaiavati come this way, diverting herself as she pleases,
Speaker 1: and the moment she sees a man, she makes these
Speaker 1: maidens of hers kill him. So I brought you in
Speaker 1: here to save your life. When the female Asidic had
Speaker 1: said this, she immediately made me put on female attire,
Speaker 1: and I submitted to that, knowing that it was not
Speaker 1: lawful to slay those maidens. But when the princess entered
Speaker 1: into the house with her maidens, I looked at her,
Speaker 1: and lo, she was the very lady that had been
Speaker 1: shown me in a picture. And I said to myself,
Speaker 1: fortunate am I in that, after first seeing this lady
Speaker 1: in a picture, I now behold her again in flesh
Speaker 1: and blood, dear as my life. In the Meanwhile, the princess,
Speaker 1: at the head of her maidens, said to that female acetic,
Speaker 1: we saw some male enter here. The acetic showed me
Speaker 1: and answered, I know of no male. Here is my
Speaker 1: sister's daughter, who is with me as a guest. Then
Speaker 1: the princess, seeing me, although I was disguised as a woman,
Speaker 1: forgot her dislike of men, and was at once overcome
Speaker 1: by love. She remained for a moment with every hair
Speaker 1: on her body erect, motionless, as if in thought, being
Speaker 1: so to speak, nailed to the spot at once with
Speaker 1: arrows by love, who had spied his opportunity, And in
Speaker 1: a moment the princess said to the acetic, Then, noble lady,
Speaker 1: why should not your sister's daughter be my guest? Also,
Speaker 1: let her come to my palace. I will send her
Speaker 1: back duly honored. Saying this, she took me by the
Speaker 1: hand and led me away to her palace. And I
Speaker 1: remember I discerned her intention and consented and went there,
Speaker 1: and that sly old female ascetic gave me leave to depart.
Speaker 1: Then I remained there with that princess, who was diverting
Speaker 1: herself with the amusement of marrying her maidens to one another.
Speaker 1: And so forth her eyes were fixed on me, and
Speaker 1: she would not let me out of her sight for
Speaker 1: an instant, and no occupation pleased her in which I
Speaker 1: did not take part. Then those maidens, I remember, made
Speaker 1: the princess a bride and me her husband, and married
Speaker 1: us in Sport. And when we had been married, we
Speaker 1: entered at night the bridal chamber, and the princess fearlessly
Speaker 1: threw her arms round my neck. And then I told
Speaker 1: her who I was, and embraced her, and delighted at
Speaker 1: having attained her object, she looked at me, and then
Speaker 1: remained a long time with her eyes back fixed on
Speaker 1: the ground, and at that moment that villain of a
Speaker 1: watchman woke me up, So bad Rayuda, the upshot of
Speaker 1: the whole matter is that I can no longer live
Speaker 1: without that Maliavati, whom I have seen in a picture
Speaker 1: and in a dream. When the King said this, the
Speaker 1: warder bad Rayuda perceived that it was a true dream,
Speaker 1: and he consoled the monarch and said to him, if
Speaker 1: the King remembers it all exactly, let him draw that
Speaker 1: city on a piece of canvas, in order that some
Speaker 1: expedient may be devised in this matter. The moment the
Speaker 1: king heard this suggestion of bad Rayuda's, he proceeded to
Speaker 1: draw that splendid city on a piece of canvas and
Speaker 1: all the scene that took place there. Then the warder
Speaker 1: at once took the drawing and had a new monastery
Speaker 1: made and hung it up there on the wall. And
Speaker 1: he directed that in relief houses attached to the monastery,
Speaker 1: a quantity of food, with pairs of garments and gold
Speaker 1: should be given to bar guards coming from distant countries.
Speaker 1: And he gave this order to the dwellers in the monastery.
Speaker 1: If any one comes here who knows the city represented
Speaker 1: here in a picture, let me be informed of it.
Speaker 1: In the meanwhile, the fierce elephant of the rainy season,
Speaker 1: with irresistible loud, deep thunder roar, and long kataka tusks,
Speaker 1: came down upon the forest of the heats, a forest,
Speaker 1: the breezes of which were scented with the perfume of
Speaker 1: the jasmine, in which travelers sat down on the ground
Speaker 1: in the shade, and trumpet flowers bloomed. At that time,
Speaker 1: the forest fire of separation of that king, Vacromaditya, began
Speaker 1: to burn more fiercely, fanned by the eastern breeze. Then
Speaker 1: the following cries were heard among the ladies of his court. Harilata,
Speaker 1: bring ice, Chitrungi, sprinkle him with sandal wood juice, Patreleca,
Speaker 1: make a bed cool with lotus leaves, Canderpassenna, fan him
Speaker 1: with plant and leaves. And in course of time, the
Speaker 1: cloudy season, terrible with lightning, passed away for that king,
Speaker 1: but the fever of love burning with the sorrow of
Speaker 1: separation did not pass away. Then the autumn, with her
Speaker 1: open lotus face and smile of unclosed flowers, came vocal
Speaker 1: with the cries of swans seeming to utter this command
Speaker 1: Let travelers advance on their journey. Let pleasant hidings be
Speaker 1: brought about absent dear ones, happy, may their merry meetings
Speaker 1: be on a certain day in that season, a bard
Speaker 1: who had come from a distance, of the name of
Speaker 1: San Veracidi, having heard the fame of that monastery built
Speaker 1: by the warder, entered it to get food. After he
Speaker 1: had been fed and presented with a pair of garments,
Speaker 1: he saw that painting on the wall of the monastery.
Speaker 1: When the bard had carefully scanned the city delineated there,
Speaker 1: he was astonished and said, I wonder who can have
Speaker 1: drawn this city? For I alone have seen it. I
Speaker 1: am certain, and no other, and here it is drawn
Speaker 1: by some second person. When the inhabitants of the monastery
Speaker 1: heard that, they told Badrayuda. Then he came in person
Speaker 1: and took that bard to the king. The king said
Speaker 1: to san Veracidi, have you really seen that city? Then
Speaker 1: san Verasidi gave him the following answer. When I was
Speaker 1: wandering about the world, I crossed the sea that separates
Speaker 1: the isles and beheld that great city Malaiyapura. In that
Speaker 1: city there dwells a king of the name of Malaya
Speaker 1: Sinha and He has a matchless daughter named Maliavati, who
Speaker 1: used to abhor males. But one night she somehow or
Speaker 1: others saw in a dream a great hero in a convent.
Speaker 1: The moment she saw him, that evil spirit of detestation
Speaker 1: of the male sex fled from her mind, as if terrified.
Speaker 1: Then she took him to her palace, and in her
Speaker 1: dream married him, and entered with him the bridal chamber.
Speaker 1: And at that moment the night came to an end,
Speaker 1: and an attendant in her room woke her up. Then
Speaker 1: she banished that servant in her anger, and, thinking upon
Speaker 1: that dear one whom she had seen in her dream,
Speaker 1: seeing no way of escape, owing to the blazing fire
Speaker 1: of separation, Utterly overpowered by love, she never rose from
Speaker 1: her couch, except to fall back upon it again with
Speaker 1: relaxed limbs. She was dumb, as if possessed by a demon,
Speaker 1: as if stunned by a blow. For when her attendants
Speaker 1: questioned her, she gave them no answer. Then her father
Speaker 1: and mother came to hear of it and questioned her,
Speaker 1: and at last she was, with exceeding difficulty persuaded to
Speaker 1: tell them what happened to her in the dream. By
Speaker 1: the mouth of a confidential female friend. Then her father
Speaker 1: comforted her, but she made a solemn vow that if
Speaker 1: she did not obtain her beloved in six months, she
Speaker 1: would enter the fire. And already five months are past.
Speaker 1: Who knows what will become of her. This is the
Speaker 1: story that I heard about her in that city. When
Speaker 1: Sanvasiiti had told this story, which tallied so well with
Speaker 1: the king's own dream, the king was pleased at knowing
Speaker 1: the certainty of the matter, And bad Rayudah said to him,
Speaker 1: the business is as good as effected, for that king
Speaker 1: and his country own your paramounts supremacy. So let us
Speaker 1: go there before the sixth month has passed away. When
Speaker 1: the warder had said this, King Vakramaditia made him inform
Speaker 1: san Verasidi of all the circumstances connected with the matter,
Speaker 1: and honored him with a present of much wealth, and
Speaker 1: bade him show him the way. And then he seemed
Speaker 1: to bequeath his own burning heat to the rays of
Speaker 1: the sun, his paleness to the clouds, and his thinness
Speaker 1: to the waters of the rivers, And, having become free
Speaker 1: from sorrow, set out at once, escorted by a small force,
Speaker 1: for the dwelling place of his beloved. In course of time,
Speaker 1: as he advanced, he crossed the sea and reached that city,
Speaker 1: and there he saw the people in front of it
Speaker 1: engaged in loud lamentation, And when he questioned them, he
Speaker 1: received this answer, the Princess Maliavati is here, as the
Speaker 1: period of six months is at an end, and she
Speaker 1: has not obtained her beloved, is preparing to enter the fire.
Speaker 1: Then the king went to the place where the pyre
Speaker 1: had been made ready. When the people saw him, they
Speaker 1: made way for him. And then the princess beheld that
Speaker 1: unexpected nectar rein to her eyes, and she said to
Speaker 1: her ladies in waiting, here is that beloved come, who
Speaker 1: married me in a dream. So tell my father. Quickly
Speaker 1: they went and told this to her father. And then
Speaker 1: that king, delivered from his grief and filled with joy,
Speaker 1: submissively approached the sovereign. At that moment, the barred san Voracidi,
Speaker 1: who knew his time, lifted up his arm and chanted
Speaker 1: aloud this strain, Hail thou, that with the flame of
Speaker 1: thy valor, hast consumed the forest of the army of Demons,
Speaker 1: and melechas hail, King, Lord of the Seven Sea. Girt
Speaker 1: earth bride, Hail thou that hast imposed thy exceedingly heavy
Speaker 1: yoke on the bowed heads of all kings conquered by thee.
Speaker 1: Hail Vishamasila, Hail Vikramaditya, ocean of valor. When the bard
Speaker 1: said this, King Malaya Sinha knew that it was Vikramaditya
Speaker 1: himself that had come and embraced his feet. And after
Speaker 1: he had welcomed him, he entered his palace with him
Speaker 1: and his daughter Maliavati, thus delivered from death, And that
Speaker 1: king gave that daughter of his to King Vikramaditya, thinking
Speaker 1: himself fortunate in having obtained such a son in law.
Speaker 1: And King Vikramaditya, when he saw in his arms in
Speaker 1: flesh and blood, that Maliavati, whom he had previously seen
Speaker 1: in a picture and in a dream, considered it a
Speaker 1: wonderful fruit of the wishing tree of Siva's favor. Then
Speaker 1: Vikramaditya took with him his wife Maliavati, like incarnation of bliss,
Speaker 1: and crossed the sea, resembling his long regretful separation, and
Speaker 1: being submissively waited upon at every step by kings with
Speaker 1: various presents in their hands returned to his own city, Ujayini,
Speaker 1: and on beholding there that might of his that satisfied
Speaker 1: freely every kind of curiosity. What people were not astonished,
Speaker 1: what people did not rejoice, what people did not make
Speaker 1: high festival,