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
The people, hearing the answer of Anoorouda, wondered at the transcendent
merit of the great Kathaba, and anxiously waited for his arrival. They
said to each other, “Who is this distinguished Rahan? Is he white or
black, short or tall?” They took perfumes, flowers, and flags, and went
out to meet him and honour him in a becoming manner.
When the great Kathaba arrived in the city of Kootheinaron, he without
delay repaired to the place where the funeral pile was erected. He
adjusted his clothes in the most becoming manner, and, with his hands
joined to the forehead, three times turned round the pile, saying at each
turn, “This is the place of the head; that is the place of the feet.”
Standing then on the spot opposite to the feet, he entered into the
fourth state of dzan for a while. His mind having emerged therefrom, he
made the following prayer:—“I wish to see the feet of Buddha, whereupon
are imprinted the marks that formerly prognosticated his future glorious
destiny. May the cloth and cotton they are wrapped with be unloosened,
and the coffin, as well as the pile, be laid open, and the sacred feet
appear out and extend so far as to lie on my head.” He had scarcely
uttered his prayer, when the whole was suddenly opened, and there came
out the beautiful feet, like the full moon emerging from the bosom of a
dark cloud. The whole assembly burst into loud applauses and continued
cheers on seeing this matchless prodigy. Kathaba, stretching his two
hands, that resembled two lilies just blooming, held both feet firmly by
the heels, placed them on his head, and worshipped. All his disciples
followed his example, and worshipped. Perfumes and flowers were profusely
offered by the crowd. When this was done, the feet slowly withdrew into
their place, the pile and coffin resumed their natural position. As the
sun and the moon disappeared below the horizon, so the feet of Buddha
disappeared, buried as it were, in the folds of cloth and cotton. The
people, at this moment, wept and loudly wailed: their affection for
Buddha was evinced on this occasion more forcibly than when he entered
the state of Neibban.
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