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The Twenty-Seventh Chapter • The Himalayas hold this Ganga, pure like the rays of the moon, spreading to the sea, purifying the world, like its own fame. ||11|| It is adorned by two forests on either bank, like a garment of blue, adorned with beauty. ||12|| It holds a line of swans, with their melodious calls, their bodies tinged yellow with pollen, like a golden girdle. ||13|| It holds other pure, clear, milky-white tributaries, like pieces of pure white mṛṇāla, a friendship worthy of praise, for such is the nature of men. ||14|| It is adorned by many royal swans, serving it, like a royal Lakshmi, spreading joy in the world, its glory unmatched. ||15|| It holds a forest-altar, high and made of gold, like your wisdom, surpassing all, traversing the sky. ||16|| O God, be pleased and behold this autumnal Lakshmi, established in the forests, rivers, and lakes. ||17|| These seven-layered trees scatter pollen, fragrant in all directions, like a fragrant powder, filling the air with joy. ||18|| The arrows of the Kusuma-bāṇa tree, blooming like arrows, steal the hearts of the lovers, for what is beautiful does not steal, or what is beautiful is not known? ||19|| The lotuses bloom in the lakes, along with the blue lotuses, like the faces of autumnal Lakshmi, with their eyes opening. ||20|| The bees, greedy for fragrance, are lost in the lotus-flowers, like lovers lost in the lotus-like faces of their beloveds. ||21|| These bees, like arrows of desire, with wings like lotus-petals, wander in the lotus-ponds, eager for the nectar. ||22||