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## Chapter Sixteen
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The fragrant paddy plants, bent low with the weight of their fruit, and the rows of blooming lotuses, born in the paddy fields, both, captivated by the fragrance of auspiciousness, were as if sniffing each other's faces, their limbs touching each other. **26**
The swarms of bees, their bodies adorned with the pollen of the blooming Kadamba flowers, and their hearts filled with sorrow for the absence of the Kadamba nectar, were now seeking pleasure in the vast forests of the Saptaparna trees, intoxicated by the fragrance of the rutting elephant king. **27**
At that time, the great sage, Munisuvrata, the king of swans, was seated on his lofty palace, resembling Mount Kailasa, observing the beautiful swan queens, their faces flushed with shyness and fear, who had banished the splendor of love with their playful antics. **28**
Gazing at the directions, adorned with the beauty of all the autumnal crops, he saw a cloud, white like the moon, resplendent with brilliance, and descending like the elephant king, Airavata, thirsty for the ocean of the sky, eager to roam. **29**
Seeing that cloud, from which all its watery garments had slipped, vast and white, like the full breasts of a woman, and adorning the sky like a jewel, he was filled with joy. **30**
Then, seeing that cloud, its parts quickly dissolving, destroyed by the fierce onslaught of the wind, like a lump of butter melting near a flame, the lord of the world, Munisuvrata, pondered. **31**
How quickly has this autumn cloud vanished? It seems as if it is giving a universal lesson to the world, reminding them of the impermanence of life, body, and form, and the forgetfulness of the human mind. **32**