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## Chapter Thirty-Seven
**Reciting the Story of Rishabha and Others**
Having captivated the entire assembly with a concise narration of the lives of Rishabha and other Tirthankaras, the dancer, filled with music and radiant brilliance, was ready to deliver an unbearable rebuke to the king.
She said, "O Ativirya! What is this extremely wicked act of yours? This deed of yours is devoid of any policy. Who has employed you in this task?"
"Just as a jackal provokes a lion, you have similarly provoked the peaceful-minded Bharata to destroy himself. Why have you done this?"
"Even after all this, if you cherish your life, then quickly adopt utmost humility and go appease Bharata."
"O Bhadra! May your wives, born in pure lineages and embodiments of excellent playfulness, not become widows."
"These excellent women, deprived of you, have abandoned all their ornaments. They will surely not shine, just like stars without the moon."
"Therefore, quickly turn back your mind, which is engrossed in evil thoughts. Arise, go and bow down to Bharata, you are wise."
"Do this, O low-born man! If you do not do this, then you will be destroyed today, there is no doubt about it."
"You desire the kingdom while Bharata, the grandson of Anaranya, is alive. What is the beauty of the moon when the sun is shining?"
"Just as a foolish moth, attracted to the light, with weak wings, meets its death, so too, you, who are attached to your form and have wicked advisors, have met your death today."
"You, being insignificant like a water snake, desire to compete with Bharata, who is like Garuda, a great soul."
Hearing this criticism of himself and praise of Bharata from the dancer's mouth, King Ativirya, with his eyes red with anger, became agitated along with the entire assembly.
The assembly, with its love extinguished, its minds hardened, and its brows furrowed like waves, was agitated like the waves of the ocean.