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The Seventy-First Chapter
Reaching the abode of Shantinath, they all arrived, their hearts filled with joy, offering floral tributes and chanting victory cries. ||42||
They saw cities adorned with crystal pillars, situated in beautiful lands, as if suspended in the sky, a sight that filled them with wonder. ||43||
"Look at this wonder! Look at this wonder! And this is the greatest wonder!" They exclaimed, showing each other the magnificent treasures of the temple. ||44||
Angad, having already renounced his chariot, was filled with awe at the wondrous architecture of the temple. With lotus-like hands placed on his forehead, he circumambulated the temple, his mouth chanting hymns. ||45||
He had stationed his entire army outside the inner sanctum, surrounded by his closest companions. His eyes, like blooming lotuses, were capable of captivating the hearts of even the most beautiful women. ||47||
Gazing at the silent paintings depicting the life of the Jain sage, he offered his heartfelt salutations to them, standing before the walls of the main hall. ||48||
With a calm and joyful heart, he entered the sacred abode of Shantinath. He performed his obeisance with utmost reverence. ||49||
There, he saw Ravana seated in a half-lotus posture, facing Shantinath. Ravana, radiating the brilliance of a thousand Indranila gems, sat before the Lord like Rahu before the Sun. ||50||
He was deeply absorbed in meditation, contemplating knowledge, just as Bharata had contemplated taking the vows of renunciation. ||51||
Angad addressed Ravana, "Tell me, Ravana, what is your state of mind now? I will inflict upon you a fate that even the powerful Yama cannot bring about." ||52||
"What audacity you have to spread deceit in the presence of the Jina! Shame on you, wicked one! You have embarked on a futile endeavor." ||53||
With these words, he struck Ravana with a piece of his upper garment, laughing loudly and arrogantly. ||54||
He then picked up the flowers placed before Ravana and, with a harsh voice, hurled them at the women standing below. ||55||