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Daktrisanya,
As if the mighty Indra in the sky, he, the king, mounted on a chariot adorned with Durva grass, curd, sandalwood, and sesame seeds, appeared to be the very embodiment of strength. His arms, strong and auspicious, moved like the god of love in human form. His banner, firm and unyielding, his chest broad and imposing, he, the lion among men, had weighed down the mountain of his lineage. Men were crushed by horses, elephants trumpeted, and the mahout fell to the ground. What can I say about the fear that gripped everyone? His shoulders were like those of a lion, the friend of the deaf and blind. His hair, like a swarm of bees, was tossed by a bull. Vessels shattered, cattle were reduced to dust.
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