jayati gacchati valgati jrmbhate sphurati bhati na bhati bhasurab
suta mahamahima sa mahipatih patirapamiva vatarayakulah (29)
Durlng this period I was myself going over that very tree, and heard the sage's instructions to his son.
I shall illustrate what I wish to say concerning this world with a story.
There lives a mighty king named Khottha who is capable of conquering the three worlds.
The deities presiding over the worlds faithfully honour his commands.
No one can even catalogue his innumerable deeds which were productive both happiness and unhappiness.
His valour could not be challenged by anyone using any weapon whatsoever, or even by fire, any more than one can hit space with a fist.
Even Indra, Visnu and Siva could not equal him in his enterprises.
This king had three bodies which had completely engulfed the worlds: and they were respectively the best, the middling, and the least.
This king arose in space, and got established in space.
There, in space, the king built a city with fourteen roads and three sectors.
In it were pleasure gardens, beautiful mountain-peaks for sports, and seven lakes with pearls and creepers in them.
In it there were two lights which were hot and cold, and whose light never diminished.
In that city the king created several types of beings.
Some were placed above, others in the middle, and yet others below.
Of them some were long-lived and others short-lived.
They were covered with black hair.
They had nine gates.
They were well-ventilated.
They had five lamps, three pillars, and white supporting wooden poles.
They were soft with clay-plastering.
All this was created by the Maya, or illusory power of the king.
Here, the king besports himself, with all, the ghosts and goblins (which are afraid of enquiry or investigation) that had been created to-protect the mansions (the different bodies).
When he thinks of moving, he thinks of a future city, and contemplates migrating to it.
Surrounded by the ghosts, he runs fast to the new abode after leaving the previous one, and occupies the new city built in the fashion of a magic creation.
In that again, when he contemplates destruction, he destroys himself.
Sometimes he wails, "What shall I do? I am ignorant, I am miserable".
Sometimes he is happy, at others pitiable.
Thus, he lives and conquers, goes, talks, flourishes, shines and does not shine.
My son, thus this king is tossed in this ocean of world-appearance.