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The lion, roaring, shakes the mountain peak, where the gods of all ten directions have arrived. Such a vast, magnificent, golden, jewel-studded sky, at that time, seemed to bend under the weight of countless celestial vehicles. Flags, like banners, adorned the assembly.
The foliage, blooming with flowers, seemed to bow down, as if it were a young woman's breasts laden with fruit.
The sky, where fish, swans, and flocks of chataks reside, appeared like the vast ocean of the Jina's merit. Some played solemn instruments, others sang sweet melodies, and some performed graceful dances, all in praise of the Lord.
He, like a galloping horse, seemed to be filled with suns, carried by chariots. The worship of his lotus feet was performed. His body was bathed with ghee, milk, and yogurt, held in the hands of celestial women.
Covered by clouds, and illuminated by lightning, the sky, green and red, resembled a rainbow, adorned by Indra, Agni, Nairṛta, Yama, Varuna, Kubera, Shiva with his trident, Surya, the serpent king, Chandra, and the radiant ones. It seemed to want to absorb the essence of the new rain.
The sounds of hymns, emanating from the mouths of joyous kings, along with the roar of milk and water, filled the air. Thus, the gods, with their diverse pastimes, arrived at the assembly, where the Lord, the master of all, sat, adorned with a thousand golden pots, filled with a thousand streams, and a thousand and eight auspicious marks.
The Lord Rishabhanatha, seated there, was anointed with the finest, subtle garments, befitting his divine form.