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The temple, resplendent like a cluster of clouds tinged with the fiery glow of twilight, is golden, towering like a peak of the sun, adorned with the finest jewels, of exquisite form, strung with thousands of pearl garlands, embellished with tiny spheres and mirrors, adorned with tinkling bells, silken banners, lamps, and yak-tails, with magnificent ramparts, arches, and lofty gateways, adorned with fluttering banners of various hues, radiant with golden pillars, profound, with beautiful balconies, impossible to describe in its entirety, fifty yojanas long and thirty-six yojanas wide. O Kante, this Jina temple appears like the crown of Mount Meru.
Thus praising the temple to the Mahadevi, Hanuman, upon reaching its vicinity, descended from the front of his celestial chariot and, filled with joy, circumambulated it.
Then, leaving all else aside, he bowed with folded hands and touched his forehead to the image of the Jina within the inner sanctum, an image endowed with great splendor, resplendent like the moon amidst the stars, planets, and constellations, seated on a lion throne, radiating its own immense brilliance, like the autumn sun on the peak of a white cloud, possessing all auspicious marks.
The sight of the Jina filled the Vidyadhara queens with immense joy and prosperity.
Their bodies trembled with delight, their long eyes seemed even longer with joy, they were filled with supreme devotion, adorned with all manner of ornaments, born into noble families, and dedicated to the highest ideals. These Vidyadharis, like celestial nymphs, performed the worship of the Jina.
They offered golden lotuses, lotuses of ruby, lotuses of moonstone, and other natural flowers, filling the sky with their fragrance, and countless fragrant incense, born of sacred substances.