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The Thirty-Third Chapter
The Chakravala, resplendent with brilliance, surrounds it, resembling the circle of the sun. [117] The sky resounds with the thunderous roar of the celestial drums, its glory enhanced by divine clouds showering flowers. [118] Its deep, resounding roar, emanating from its depths, delights the beings of the three worlds, resembling the rain-bearing clouds of the rainy season. [119] Though one in essence, it speaks in diverse divine languages, effortlessly dispelling the darkness of the hearts of beings. [120] Possessing immeasurable strength, it is exceedingly beautiful even without adornments, adorned with the splendor of its voice, fragrant, and bearing auspicious marks. [121] It is free from sweat and impurities, casting no shadow, its eyelids never closing, its form perfectly symmetrical, impenetrable, and radiant. [122] Beholding the Jina, the embodiment of inconceivable greatness, from afar, King Bharata was filled with joy, his knees touching the ground in reverence. [123] His crown, swaying slightly from the distance, and his earrings of gems, shimmering, he bowed to the Jina, as if offering him an offering of jewels. [124] Then, with due rites, he offered water, sandalwood, garlands, rice grains, offerings, lamps, incense, and fruits, seeking the fruit of liberation. [125] Having completed the rituals of worship, the King of Bharata bowed to the Supreme Being, Vrishabhadeva, and began to praise him with lofty hymns. [126] "O Supreme Being, you are the Supreme Soul, infinite, imperishable. Though weak in strength, I am compelled by my devotion to praise you." [127]