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His body is a treasure trove of sandalwood, bathed in the fragrant waters of elephant musk. Arrows are placed on the nails of his toes, sharpened by forest dwellers. Sky-borne maidens and celestial nymphs climb upon his body, breaking the vines. Even the swans, their colors dulled by his radiance, have become multi-hued. His heel, like a crimson lotus, is rubbed by the noses of wild animals.
The lions and elephants, the serpents and the monkeys, all dwell peacefully together, their movements harmonious, their hearts calmed by the power of his austerities.
One day, Bharat, accompanied by his wife, went to pay homage to the mighty Bahubali. Falling at his feet, the king praised him: "There is no one else in the world as good as you. You, though Cupid himself, have embarked on the path of selfless service. You, though a king, have embraced detachment. You, though a child, have surpassed the wisdom of the learned. You, though beyond the world, have found your true self in the Arhat. You have measured me with your strength, and then, in your compassion, protected me. You have given me the earth with your own hand. You are truly the Supreme Lord of the world. You are patient and peaceful in your service to others. You have renounced the world and abide by your own principles. There are only one or two beings like you in the world, like Rishabhanatha, the first Tirthankara. But we, like Rasna and Sparsha, are...