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The second part of the night was enveloped in deep darkness. The veil of smoke was extinguishing the fire-like glow. The cluster of Champaka and Kshara flowers, agitated by the gentle breeze, appeared to be the ear-ornaments of the night. The swans, satiated with the nectar of lotuses and having their wings cleansed by the stalks, indulged in scratching and sleep. The evening breeze, which was the holder of the garland of Dhammilla and Mallika flowers, blew gently, resembling the exhalation of the night. In the thickets of Kusa grass, the assemblage of six-legged creatures took shelter. The sky, adorned with the extremely pure disc of the moon, appeared like the collection of sublime utterances of the Jina Lord, paying obeisance to the three worlds. The darkness was dispelled by the moonbeams, just as the words of the ascetics are refuted by the principles enunciated by the Jina. The moon, welcomed by the people, arose, bearing a body that trembled as if to ward off the darkness, like the ocean of milk. In the moonlight, the world became easily graspable, as if it had begun to sink, weary of the darkness, into the ocean of milk. The lotuses, as if suddenly awakened, seemed to be carrying the supreme fragrance brought by the hands of the moon. Thus, the auspicious twilight, which enhanced the joy of the loving couple and delighted the people, arrived.