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Here, after going, the earth remains the same.
Where the inscriptions are visible, that mountain is like liberation, worshipped by the monks.
Bharata, with many virtues, thinks in his mind, where will my name be written?
By this cunning earth, enjoyed by other kings, which kings have not been transgressed (abandoned)?
Even then, my mind is blinded by delusion?
Only one Supreme Being is blessed, who renounced the earth and became an ascetic.
By this Lakshmi-like prostitute, fed by the hands of many kings, I was deceived.
This is afflicted by the seven-limbed burden of the kingdom, intoxicated by the wine of pride and has attained unconsciousness.
It is irrigated by hundreds of auspicious pots, with water flowing like play, which are blown by the fluttering fans, which remain alive because they are covered by umbrellas, which do not see
The wheel of the chariot, the king of the earth, the east, the north,
The blade, it gives importance to the harshness of the water of the sword.
It walks crookedly with the goad, it holds the fickleness of the best positions of the family flags, and it goes to another, leaving its virtues.
Even educated men, attached to this earth, go to hell.
Great people also fall quickly, just as an elephant attached to a female elephant falls into a pit.
Dhatha - This, enjoyed by the father for a long time, then lives happily with the son.
This earth, like a prostitute, does not go with anyone.
Where there is no space even for a nail, where shall I write my name here?
Who will count a king like me, who are the kings who have gone, the priest calls them.