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Aila Gita
Oh, most deplorable is my delusion, which made an emperor, the jewel of all kings an animal of sport for a woman!
I ran after a woman who left me, stark naked weeping bitterly, an emperor with all grandeur and wealth, as if I was a mere straw.
What greatness or power or strength of mind or lord ship could there be in me who like an ass kicked by a she-ass, followed her as she was deserting me?
Of what worth is learning, Tapas, renunciation, study of Vedas, solitude and silence to one whose heart is stolen away completely by women?
Vain has been my boast of learning. Fie upon me, a fool. I was not sensible of my own welfare. I was self-conceited and so thought that I was a very wise man. Though I am an emperor I was subdued by a woman, like a bull or a donkey.
Though I have for years tasted the nectar of Urvasi’ slips, my desires never got quenched but increased like the fire kindled by oblations of ghee.
Who else could possibly be powerful enough to make the mind pure and free when it gets entangled by sex desire, when it is carried away by a courtesan, than the glorious Adhokshaja, the Omnipotent Lord of those who find delight in Atman.
Though the gracious lady (Urvasi) tried to wean me from my passion by verses from the sacred literature, the delusion of my mind continued in full force, because of my wicked nature and inability to conquer my desires.
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