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It is better to eat grass in a cave in the mountains than to see the crooked brows of the wicked, marked with defilement. A man becomes dull in all ways where even the virtuous are hated. There is no refuge for us there. It is better to die with at least some self-respect.
Hearing this, Ammaiya and Indra Raja both replied, "It is better for a noble man to not be born from the womb of a woman with white eyes, or to not be born from the womb of a Nagar, than to see the faces of wicked and ugly lords every morning, who remove the darkness of the ignorant with their leaf-like births, who are like elephants for the tree of pride, who are like the sun in the sky, who are like the lotus in their faces, who are like the ocean for the waves of poetry, who are like the sons of Keshava (Krishna), who are like Pushpadanta (a famous Jain poet), who blow away virtues with the wind of their fans, who wash away goodness with the water of their ablutions, who are unwise, who are arrogant from their wealth, who are blind from attachment, who are naturally inclined to kill others, whose fame fills the universe-like pavilion of the seven-limbed kingdom, who are constantly engaged in the devotion of the Jina, who are burdened by the weight of their sons and fathers, who are equally attached to the pleasure of love, whose birth is like poison, who are like bees on the lotus-like feet of the noble Tungadeva (Krishna), who are skilled in all arts and sciences, who are born with (poison), who are attached to their roots and detached from the learned. What is the use of such Lakshmi? Wealth that is understood through the poetic juice of natural creations, that has drunk the milk of the cow named Saraswati."