The Story of Gomukha When the enemies flung me in different directions, a certain divine woman picked me up and dropped me in a forest. I was greatly distressed and readied myself to jump off a ravine. However, a tapasvin stopped me, took me to his āśrama which was called Śivakṣetra. He heard my story and narrated about himself. The Story of Nāgasvāmin I hail from Kuṇḍinapura; my name is Nāgasvāmin; after my father’s death I went to Pāṭalīputra...
One night sleep eluded him, he was thinking, “I’ve been deeply interested in her, I’ve neglected others, where are my other wives? Where are my ministers?” he heard a female voice, “Alas! Such difficulty!” he turned towards the direction of the voice where he saw only the face of the woman through the window, resulting in a delusion that it might be the moon. As he kept staring bewildered, she extended her hand and signalled through her fingers...
तुष्टेन येन देहार्धमप्युमायै समर्पितम्। स वो ददात्वभिमतं वरदः पार्वतीपतिः॥ May Śiva, who has given half his body to Umā being pleased with her, grant your wishes. निशि विघ्नजितो वोऽव्यात् ताण्डवोद्दण्डितः करः। शोणश्चन्द्रातपत्रस्य तन्वन्विद्रुमदण्डताम्॥ Śiva's hand which has won over all the vighnas, is stretched upwards during his sandhyā-tāṇḍava. It appears like a coral stick holding up the umbrella formed by the moon. May his hand protect...
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स वो विघ्नेश्वरः पायात् नमितोन्नमितेव यम्। अनुनृत्यति नृत्यन्तं सन्ध्यासु भुवनावली॥ [May Vighneśvara, whose evening dance is imitated by the entire world by movements of getting up and bowing down, protect us!] गौरीप्रसाधनालग्नचरणालक्तकश्रियः। सखी सखाय भूयाद्वः शम्भोर्भालेक्षणप्रभा॥ [May the brilliance of Śiva's third eye, which has turned red due to his bowing down at Gaurī's feet decked with ālaktaka, give you joy! (Here, ālaktaka, i....
Deva! Kaṇva narrated this story and said, “Whoever would face adversities with courage will get all the fruits later, not the people who would run away in front of calamities; so, cast away your worries; Mṛgāṅkadatta will be reunited with Śaśāṅkavatī and he will rule the earth for a long time.” We found courage from his wise counsel and set out to find you. Bothered by hunger and thirst, we climbed this tree to pluck some fruits and we became...
The minister Vikramakesarin finished narrating the story and said, “O king! The elderly brāhmaṇa narrated these stories and said, ‘Trivikramasena got everything he desired by the grace of the vetāla. You also learn this mantra to bring a vetāla under your control; you’ll find your king Mṛgāṅkadatta. You shall accomplish nothing by losing enthusiasm; you are my relative since you have saved me; so I suggest you this course of action!’ Upon his...
  Story 24 31. The king Trivikramasena carried he corpse for the twenty-fourth time on his shoulders and left. The vetāla started narrating another story – There lived a māṇḍalika by name Dharma in Dakṣiṇāpatha. He had a wife called Candramatī and a daughter named Lāvaṇyavatī. As his relatives captured his kingdom, he escaped with his wife and daughter to his father-in-law’s house. He took all the jewellery and valuables along with him. On the...
Story 21 28. Trivikramasena, for the twenty-first time, hauled the corpse on his shoulder and head out. The vetāla began narrating yet another story: There lived a merchant named Arthadatta in the city of Viśālanagara. He had only one child –  a daughter named Anaṅgamañjarī. He had her married to a merchant named Maṇivarmā who hailed from Tāmralipti. Since he was extremely attached to his daughter, he had made arrangements for his daughter and...
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Story 19 26. Trivikramasena, for the nineteenth time, picked up the corpse and heaved it onto his shoulder before setting out. The vetāla began narrating another tale: There lived a trader named Dhanapāla in the town of Tāmralipti. He had a daughter named Dhanavatī. Just as she attained marriageable age, he passed away. His relatives looted his wealth. The trader's wife Padmāvatī collected all the jewels and ornaments that she possessed and left...
Story 17 24. Trivikramasena put the corpse on his shoulder for the seventeenth time and started to walk. The vetāla started to narrate another story:- The kingdom of Kanakapura was ruled by a king called Yaśodhana. There was a merchant in his kingdom who had a daughter named Unmādinī. When she came of age, the merchant came to the king and said “Lord, I have a gem of a daughter. I didn’t want to give her away in marriage to anyone without your...