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thirsty bull quenching his thirst when led to water’) and are therefore not satisfied and
become hungry again, suffering like a crazy earthworm which writhes at the touch of
salt. As thirst and hunger (
khuppipÈsÈ
) sets in they lost interest in asceticism and are
obsessed with the burning desire to take food. This
khuppipÈsÈ
constitutes the Third
Army of yours, MÈra. (Some ascetics meet their death, being drowned in the sea of
MÈra's Third Army.)
(4) ‚When they are oppressed by hunger and thirst, some of them become physically and
mentally weak and are at their wit's end. They become disheartened, indolent and
unhappy. As weariness (
tandÊ
) sets in, they do not wish to carry on asceticism they are
engaged in. This
tandÊ
constitutes the Fourth Army of yours, MÈra. (Some ascetics
meet their death, being drowned in the sea of MÈra's Fourth Army.)
(5) ‚With no progress in their spiritual work and becoming lazy and despondent, they
begin to get bored and fall into a state of dejection. From that day, as sloth and torpor
(
thÊna-middha
) sets in, they take to sleeping in their monasteries, rolling from one side
to the other, and lying with face downwards. This
thÊna-middha
constitutes the Fifth
Army of yours, MÈra. (Some ascetics meet death, being drowned in the sea of MÈra's
Fifth Army.)
(6) ‚Excessive sleep through laziness causes stalemate in their meditation and dullness of
their minds. Overwhelmed by craving, they become weak and confused over this or
that trifle. As fear (
bhÊru
) sets in, they are shaken with fright and, with trembling
hearts, they mistake a tree-stump for an elephant, a tiger for an ogre. This
bhÊru
is the
Sixth Army of yours, MÈra. (Some ascetics meet death, being drowned in the sea of
MÈra's Sixth Army.)
(7) ‚Although they pursue meditation after overcoming fear and regaining courage
through practice, the Path to the
jhÈna
and the course of
magga
have sunk deep. As
doubt (
vicikicchÈ
) sets in, they are not certain whether they are positively on the Path
or not, both in practice and theory. This
vicikicchÈ
is the Seventh Army of yours,
MÈra. (Some ascetics meet death, being drowned in the sea of MÈra's Seventh Army.)
(8) ‚After getting themselves rid of
vicikicchÈ
, some keep on putting efforts
uninterruptedly day and night. As unusual signs from meditation appear to them, they
think highly of themselves. As arrogance and haughtiness (
makkha-thambha
) sets in,
they do not accord others their rightful place; they destroy their good reputation; they
give no respects to their elders; they display overbearingness to them. This
makkha-
thambha
constitutes the Eighth Army of yours, MÈra. (Some ascetic meet death, being
drowned in the sea of MÈra's Eighth Army.)
(9) ‚When they go on meditating, having eradicated
makkha-thambha
, they see more
unusual signs and become proud of their advancement. Various forms of craving and
conceit (
taÓhÈ-mÈna
) are likely to appear as follows: they are pleased and elated to
have abundance of gifts; they are pleased and elated to witness the spread of their
fame to all four quarters; they are pleased and elated to receive some marvellous gains
that nobody else has ever come across; and they are pleased and elated with their fame
and followers, wrongfully acquired from their preaching of false doctrines and unjust
boastfulness, shown through evil desire and craving to increase their gains. The
aggregates of these factors of
taÓhÈ-mÈna
constitute the Ninth Army of yours, MÈra.
(Some ascetics meet death, being drowned in the sea of MÈra's Ninth Army.)
(10) ‚Some recluses coming under the above ninth category practise self-praise and honour
which is
att'ukkaÑsana
; they indulge in despising and condemning others which is
paravambhanÈ
. These two,
att'ukkaÑsana
and
paravambhanÈ
, constitute the Tenth
Army of yours, MÈra.
‚You MÈra, you who prevent, by force, the liberation of devas, humans and BrahmÈs
from the rounds of suffering and you whose forces are enormous! These ten factors,
such as
kÈma
,
arati
, etc., form your comrades-in-arm. You, MÈra, whose heart is not
white but totally black and whose craving is gigantic! They are also your guns,
cannons, and explosives that kill every recluse or hermit in their way. Those poor