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The Jidhihinyavihaliya, with the fifth gait of the Padontika, like the wisdom of the Munivars, with the desire for worldly pleasures, like the love of a Vitt, the ascetic woman, and like the Ganga River, the mountain wall was broken. Like the succession of moonbeams, the row of lotuses, like the radiance of the sun, the row of Kumudas bloomed.
The Chakravarti, defeated by the effects of the Ghatta-Pratibhat's gaze, remained with his head bowed, while the Devas, showering new garlands of flowers, praised Bahubali, the son of Sunanda. ||11||
Those two kings, thus agitated, entered the lake, and they were seen by the Nagendras, Chandra, and Indra. Entering, they saw the clear water, vast, deep, and pure like a cluster of snowflakes. It was smeared with pollen dust blown by the wind, its waves playing on the stage of the earth, where swans and swan-maidens were engaged in their play, peacocks danced to the music of Lakshmi's anklets, where the beak of the Chakor was filled with the food of the Mrinala, immortals swam, where a beautiful play had begun, fish emerged from the water, which was blue with the creeper leaves, where a lion pounced on a deer with the reflection of the moon. The banks were covered with rising foam, the buzzing of intoxicated elephants, who stole the play of the intoxicated elephants, and whose chests, the abode of Lakshmi, were adorned with garlands.