Tilakamanjari of Dhanapala (study)
by Shri N. M. Kansara | 1970 | 228,453 words
This is an English study of the Tilakamanjari of Dhanapala, a Sanskrit poem written in the 11th century. Technically, the Tilaka-manjari is classified as a Gadyakavya (“prose-romance�). The author, Dhanapala was a court poet to the Paramara king Munja, who ruled the Kingdom of Malwa in ancient west-central India. Alternative titles: Dhanapāla Tila...
Harivahana meets with a girl (Tilakamanjari)
ARIVAHANA MEETS WITH A GIRL (TILAKAMANJARI) WHO DOES NOT GIVE HIM ANY RESPONSE (pp.244-253)—Looking at the strange surroundings, I began to reflect on the transitoriness of the happiness and misery in the world. I wondered why people could not, yet, wean their minds away from such worldly things. Having lost all hopes og returning home, I set out in one direction to find out if there was some village nearby. having gone some distance, I found a row of foot-prints,leading in all directions, on the sandy shore of the lake. Among them I marked a pair of most delicate ones marked with auspicious marks. I began to trace it and followed them upto a bower of Cardamom creepers.
209 Apabhramsa Sahitya I reached its door, I marked a sort of golden splendour inside it. On trying to find out the source of� it, I spotted there a lovely lonely girl gathering flowers. Having observed her for a long time, I turned to her with a wish to ask her something. She, on her part, began to tremble out of bashfulness on seeing me standing in the doorway. With calm and unperturbed face I asked her as to who she was, and assured her that she need not have any apprehensions with regard to me and introduced myself to her. She looked happy at that and stood there with her eyes fixed to the ground. After a while she started towards me and, having reached near me, directed her sidelong glances at me. I understood that she wanted me to let her go and retraced a step to the side of the door. She gathered her skirts and passed through the door and went away. I wondered why she did not show the courtesy of speaking even a word with me. After she was gome, I remembered that she was the same girl who was portrayed in the picture brought to me by Gandharvaka in my palace at Ayodhya, and inferred that she must be the same Tilakamanjari and the lake must be the same one called Adrstapara. but how was it that she was alone here, while in the portrait she was surrounded by numerous attendants ? But, then, everything
210 is possible in this shoreless world-ocean where everything is transitory and being are bound by the laws of their actions. I determined to find her out and went in her search of her. But I could not trace/anywhere even after roaming through bushes, trees, bowers, sandy shores, caves and such other places of scenic beauty. At last I returned to the same Cardamom bower, which, now looked quite desolate in her absence. I rested there for the night. HARIVAHANA CAME TO MEET MALAYASUNDARI(pp.253-259):· Next morning I resumed the search ak and began to trace the place where the row of footprints led. When I had trodden some distance I saw in the sky a flock of acquatic birds from which I inferred the existence of some watery place. I took to that very direction and happened to see the same palatial building the ruby-temple where you saw me while coming out of the hermitage >> with Gandharvaka. Having duly saluted to the deities, as I sat down on a pearl-seat near the door-slabs, I saw a hermitegarl.After finishing her worship, she approached and greeted me for my arrival there, requested me to follow her and led me to her residence in the same three-storeyed nunery.She, then, went out with me for the
211 midday worships, after which, having served me some fruits and roots and having partook some of them with me, she asked me how I could reach there. I told all about me and asked her, in turn, for her introduction, at which, however, she began to shed tears. When I consoled her, she began her sorrowful story.