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Where the setting sun's glow adorns the scene, and flocks of birds play as if they were emeralds on a crystal ground. Its waves, shimmering with the brilliance of conch shells and frost, conceal even the swans. There, the Apsaras, unable to see their flowing white veils in the water, grasp them with their hands and say, "Mother, I have bathed here." Where the love of charity flows for the Matangas (elephants and Chandals), and even ascetics immerse their bodies. Where the wise become foolish in the company of the ignorant (water and earth), and snakes sleep in the abode of Lakshmi. Where venomous and beloved snakes and wealthy individuals are embraced for the sake of wealth. The river that flows from the divine breasts of celestial nymphs at the birth of the Jina, and continues to flow from the day of his initial bath.