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The son of Kamalsirarani, a Vidhyadhar, was born.
The birth of this son caused suffering to all the wicked, but his own lineage flourished with joy, just as the lotus blooms with the rising sun.
His steps were like those of Karma, his strength invincible, his waist like a lion's, his chest broad and imposing, his voice like the thunder of golden clouds, he was the jewel of his lineage, his hands like the tusks of Airavata, handsome to young women, his shoulders like those of Vrishabharaja, a master of his kingdom, he delighted people with his virtues, a new
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Seeing his son, with his youthful vigor and noble brow, King Atibala, whose hair was like a swarm of bees, thought: "The human body is a framework of bones, filled with blood from the worm-like creatures, repulsive with saliva, a bag of intestines and a receptacle for the dead, food for birds, with sixteen cavities and nine doors. It is conquered by desire, seized by greed, heated by anger, cooled by forgiveness, bound by karma, intoxicated by delusion, shattered by truth, weakened by disease, destroyed by old age, and consumed by time."
The king then spoke to his son...