The Life or Legend of Gaudama, the Buddha of the Burmese (Volume II) — John Shaqi
The Life or Legend of Gaudama, the Buddha of the Burmese (Volume II)Bigandet, Paul Ambroise
Religion
The Life or Legend of Gaudama, the Buddha of the Burmese (Volume II)
Bigandet, Paul Ambroise
Buddhism -- Burma; Burma -- Religion; Gautama Buddha
Noopathari, bathed in her tears, gave full vent to her grief and
desolation. “Alas!” exclaimed she, looking on the lifeless body, “is
this my beloved son? His mouth can no more utter a sound.” Rising up,
she flung herself at his feet, and with a voice ever interrupted by sobs
and lamentations, said, “Alas! beloved son, too late have I known the
treasure of perfections and excellencies that was in you. Had I been
aware of it, I would have invited to my house more than ten thousand
Rahans, fed them, and made a present of three suits of dresses to each
of them. I would have built a hundred monasteries to receive them.”
Day[6] having dawned, she sent for the most skilful goldsmiths, opened
her chests, and gave them a great quantity of gold. By her command, five
hundred small piathats and as many dzedis were prepared: the outsides
were all covered with gold leaves. The great Thagia sent down on the spot
a number of Nats, who made also the same number of religious ornaments.
In the middle of the city a high square tower was erected; from its
centre a tall spire rose to an immense height. This principal one was
surrounded by a great number of smaller ones. Men and Nats mingled
together, uniting in their endeavours to do honour to the deceased. The
whole place was lined with countless beings, vieing with each other in
their efforts to show the utmost respect, joy, and exultation on this
extraordinary occasion.
The nurse of Thariputra, named Rewati, came and deposited round the
mortal remains three golden flowers. At that very moment the great Thagia
made his appearance, surrounded with myriads of Nats. As soon as the
multitudes perceived him, they withdrew hastily to make room for him.
In the midst of the confusion, Rewati fell down, was trampled upon,
and died. She migrated to the fortunate seat of Tawadeintha, became a
daughter of Nats, and inhabited a niche made with the most consummate
skill, and adorned with the richest materials. Her body shone like a
beautiful statue of gold, and was three gawoots tall. Her dress exceeded
in richness, variety, and beauty all that had ever been hitherto seen.
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