Translated by Late. Mrigendra Chandra Chakraborty
That day at the end of day in Autumn,Sreemati a disciple of Lord Buddha
took her bath in holy cold water stood near the feet of the queen
carrying flowers and light in a plate.
The queen told her in fear that
dont Thy remember that Ajatasatru has
proclaimed that anyone who will worship the Stupa
will either be impaled or shall have
to go to banishment.
From there she went slowly to the room
of daughter-in-law Amita
who was dressing her hair in front of
a golden mirror.
She was putting vermillion on her
forehead.
On seeing Sreemati her hand trembled
and she said
Oh fool what courageous thou art thy
have brought objects of worship.
Be off at once or somebody will see
and there will be danger.
In the ray of the setting sun near the
open window Kumari Sukla was sitting alone
and she was absorbed in reading a
novel.
She heard the jingling sound and
looked at the door.
On seeing Sreemati kept the book on
the floor and went to her quickly and said in her ear
who does not know the order of the
king.
Why art thou moving towards death like
that?
Sreemati moved from door to door with
the plate of worship.
She called to the citizens and said
the time for worshipping the Lord is come.
On hearing this some became afraid and
some rebuked her.
The last light of the day set over the
buildings of the city.
None on the road covered with darkness.
All sounds stopped.
The bell rang in
the old royal temple.
There were innumerable stars in the
sky during the season of Autumn.
The bell rang in the main gate. The
prisoners started evening song.
The gateman uttered loudly that the
meeting of ministers is over.
At that time all the guards of the
palace saw that in the royal garden on the Stupa
there are lines of light burning in
the deep darkness.
The guard of the city came quickly
with open sword and asked who art thou worshipping like that to face death.
He heard a sweet voice saying ‘Me, a
disciple of Lord Buddha’.
In that night of autumn full of light
in the royal garden,
the white Stupa was stained with blood
in silence in a lonely place.
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